#i remember seeing the picture of him with the eyebrow piercing and i just went feral but then he POSTED ABOUT HIS BAD AND OMG IM-

[sadnsxft]

he plays bass... he PLAYS BASS... HE PLAYS BASS

source: Barry Sloane Instagram

[drak3n]

TATTOO ARTIST/PIERCER!CHOSO

CONTENT WARNINGS: unestablished relationship, smut, public sex, mentions of body modifications, cunnilingus, implied blowjob at the end, choso has a prince albert-, tongue- and a vertical eyebrow piercing

sena’s note: i know there’s a lot of tattoo artist choso already but i folded — anywaysss up next is my man gojo 🖤

MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who was very well-known for his talent despite being so young; who was always pretty gifted with his hands and used peoples’ skin like a canvas, gracing it with the prettiest designs, simple and small, or detailed and large

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who shared a studio with a few fellow tattoo artists and piercers, but had a goal of having his own studio someday

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who had just finished a 5h back piece on his last client and walked towards the front desk to retrieve his cigarettes and take a break, just for his hooded, brown eyes to set on you

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who saw you standing next to your friend and encouraging her to hand in her data sheet for her tattoo, and who watched as your friend was immediately guided into one of the rooms by a tattoo artist, just to leave you all by yourself

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who came back from smoking minutes later to see you sitting on one of the leather seats, flipping through pages of the shop’s magazine that showed many different designs of tattoos, and also piercings

“you want to get anything done?”

nearly flinching at the cold voice sounding a couple of feet away from you, your eyes met choso’s, who was leaning against the wall, revealing fully tattooed forearms through his loose-fitted t-shirt. he looked very… unique, to say the least.

“oh, no, i’m just waiting for a friend,” you smiled kindly, “she’s getting tattooed right now. think it’ll take some time.” you felt guilty that you stared at the man like he was some kind of alien. his features were just really captivating, the plethora of tattoos peeking out from his short sleeves and from the collar leaving little to the imagination that they continued even beneath that shirt.

his eyebrow tattoo shone under the light, but when he opened his mouth, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a tongue piercing.

you suddenly remembered what they said about guys with tongue piercings, and felt deeply ashamed about getting such thoughts about a hot stranger.

“come,” he invited you towards the room he usually worked in, “you’ll get bored here. you’ll get a piercing on the house.” he didn’t know why he offered that. maybe, just maybe it was because he didn’t want the other piercers and tattoo artists to charm you first.

at the end of the day, you left the studio with your freshly tattooed friend and a pierced nose.

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who hoped you’d walk in again, and whose shoulders nearly slumped in disappointment upon seeing your friend coming in by herself a few days later to get her tattoo checked, without your company

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who — totally on accident — saw that the studio had been tagged in multiple stories on instagram, one of which being yours, a spontaneous picture taken of your side profile that showcased the gem he had pierced into your cute nose

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who absolutely didn’t follow you after that, just to see mere minutes later that you did, and before he could stop himself, he followed you back

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who really wasn’t the best texter, which left you wondering if you should even try and talk to him at all; whose eyes went wide in surprise when you waltzed into the studio to get your thigh tattooed weeks later

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who showed you that same day how it felt to get eaten out by someone with a tongue piercing

“c—choso… fuck— what if someone—”

your hand clamped in front of your mouth to stifle a moan threatening to force itself out when the ball of metal on choso’s wet muscle bumped against your bundle of nerves. you were seated on the couch he’d previously tatted on, both of your bare legs thrown over his shoulders as he feasted on your delicious pussy.

“let them,” he spoke gruffly into your cunt as his tattooed hands dug into the underside of your thighs. he didn’t hide the smirk displaying on his lips at the way you drooled from the sensation of his piercing coolly gliding against your wet pussy lips.

“c’mon. use your words. i’ll let you cum if you do.”

“pleasepleaseplease let me cum… please choso.”

“cute. you want to feel what the piercing on my dick feels like?”

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who totally did make you beg on his thick dick adorned with a shiny prince albert piercing, and who couldn’t even be mad at you when you flashed him a tongue piercing you had gotten at another studio to surprise and make him see stars just like he’d done for you

[bluebsies]

written by @baby-blue-bubbles and illustrated by me!

percy is playing minecraft when piper and annabeth enter the room, debating about something. Percy, focused on the grind, barely pays attention until Piper asks him something.

“can you repeat that? i wasn’t paying attention,” says percy.

“I said I think you would look so great with an earring. And Annabeth thinks so too but is too embarrassed to say it.” Piper motions to Annabeth who sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose.

“whatever, i just think—“ Annabeth cuts herself off before she blushes,

”Nevermind.” She’s about to leave when percy mutters something that surprises both her and piper.

“I had a piercing. in like…7th? Grade? Yeah, around that time.” Then goes back to playing his game.

Piper, shellshocked by this groundbreaking news turns slowly to annabeth, her hands slowly making their way to her surprised face before she whirls around and shrieks at percy, “Proof or it didn’t happen!”

He huffs a laugh before smirking and fetching a picture from his bag nearby.

“Yeah I had a piercing at my boarding school, and I was digging through old pictures and found one of younger me with, guess what, an eyebrow piercing.”

percy hands annabeth a blurry, ripped, old school picture print. annabeth recognized the boy in the picture. it was percy. maybe about 13 or 14. he was standing infront of what looked like some kind of boarding school, and he looked to be standing in a group of classmates. he looked pretty goofy in the school uniform, annabeth thought. but that wasn’t what caught her attention. it was the tiny, glaring piece of metal hooked around his eyebrow. annabeth almost gasped out of shock. how had she never known that percy had a piercing? why didn’t he have it now? why did she love it so much on him? Piper stood up and raced to annabeths side, trying to snatch the picture out of her hands.

Annabeth is silent while piper stares in awe at the picture.

“How did you pierce your eyebrow in boarding school???”

Percy: “Well, uh. Funny story. There was some kid doing piercings in the bathroom of this school, and during some passing period I just went in there and got it. Didn’t even hurt. But when I went home to see my mom a couple weeks later. Well, I forgot that I had it. So when I walked into the apartment and she ran up to me, her hair got caught on my eyebrow. I didn’t say anything, and when her back was turned, I kinda just ripped it out and forgot about it,” percy shrugged.

annabeth studies the picture closely. piper wasn’t lying, she really did like the way it looked on percy. the small metal ring contrasted nicely with Percy’s dark eyebrows, and it really did compliment his freckles. but really, the best thing about it was how much more attractive it made him look. annabeth looked back up to Percy, imagining how it would look on him now. a dark blush spread across her face.

annabeth cursed under her breathe, “di immortales.”

Percy was staring at annabeth as she seemed to take in the old picture of him. He remembered how cool he thought he must have been when he had the eyebrow piercing. he truly had forgotten about it though. should he go get it done again? it certainly didn’t hurt and by the look on annabeths face, well, she certainly loved the idea of it. Percy smirked as a dark blush ran across his girlfriend’s face, while an idea popped into his head.

*About two weeks later. By this time, the conversation was well forgotten by everyone. Everyone except for Percy, that is.*

Annabeth is sitting on percys bed, watching her iPad intensely. Percy knew she was probably looking through some kind of building plans, or even some of Daedalus’s old blueprints. Percy walks in, sporting his new piercings. he walked up to annabeth, smiling at the reaction that he knew was coming.

Percy: “hey ‘beth((in my head this sounds more natural almost like he’s saying ‘nabeth, as a nickname for her)). watcha doing?”

Annabeth: “‘m just looking through some blueprints, why…what do you wan-“

As annabeth was talking, she looked up at percy and jumped up suddenly, her jaw dropped in shock. her eyes raced across his face, looking at two very new and very good-looking piercings. on his eyebrow was a dark blue metal vertical bar, and in his ear was a black standard tragus piercing with a blue opal gem in the center. Percy smirked, the look on annabeths face priceless.

Percy: “I got these today. We were talking about it the other day and I could tell how much you liked them. Also, I think they look cool. What do you think?” Percy asked, knowing very well what she thought of them.

Annabeth blushed darkly. She loved them. Probably more than he did. Definitely more than he did. She reached up to inspect his face closer, seeing how the blue opal shined iridescent in the light. she saw the redness surrounding the piercings, knowing they were still sore and healing. She adored the way the dark cool blue metal stood out against his tan skin. She studied his face and the confident but still slightly nervous look, probably wondering why she hadn’t said anything yet.

Annabeth: “what do I think?

Percy hummed a yes, patiently waiting for her answer.

Annabeth: “I think that you definitely should have gotten these sooner,” she laughed.

**THE END**

[overleftdown]

angsty farleigh start blurb

hello hi fanfiction! mostly character study with a lot of sad hehehah. what else would one expect from me!

There are things that Farliegh took for granted. 3 months after leaving Saltburn, he realizes that money isn't really one of them.

Instead, he finds himself folded over a mug of lukewarm coffee at 2am, staring down a collection of postcards mounted on the far wall of his local diner. He had just finished working a double, unwilling to decline an offer that would bump both his pay and reputation. Farleigh has 8 hours until his next shift. He's staring at a postcard from Greece, a name hastily penned onto the front; the edges are worn, and the corners bent. He's wondering what's written on the side pressed to the yellowing popcorn walls. Almost absentmindedly, he lifts the rim of his mug to his lips and thinks, I wish I told them how much I wanted to see Mykonos. The coffee is bitter.

It becomes a constant, after that. Walking through the American snack isle and passing his favorite cereal brand, thinking I wish I had told them how good Reece's Puffs were. Catching the eye of a boy around his age with a piercing through his left nostril, thinking I wish I told Felix to get that one. Going, alone, to a movie theater and thinking I wish I told Venetia that I loved Rocky Horror Picture Show. On and on it went. 

I wish I told them I saw the Grand Canyon, and that it was so gorgeous I lost my breath. I wish I told them that I always preferred white wine over red. I wish I told them that my silk bedding was so my hair wouldn't dry out, tangle, or tear. I wish I told them about the friendship bracelets I once made for us; that I kept all three in a box under my bed. I wish I told them I was scared of being insignificant.  I wish I told them that I missed my mom and dad, that I'm farther from myself every day, that I might hate myself despite my arrogance. 

Farleigh has spent his life hiding. There were dinner party invites that didn't extend to his father, yet somehow included him. Farleigh remembers sitting secluded, for once wishing he kept his hair short. Older women who wanted so badly to be young, gravitating towards him with greetings like "You're Frederica's son! I always wondered what you'd look like. I never expected a handsome young man like yourself." And the men; rough yet unworn hands that sometimes gripped the nape of his neck. "You're unique, Farleigh. It's hard to find someone who looks quite like you. You're maturing quickly." On and on it went. Despite the itching, Farleigh never cut his hair short. The Cattons would ask him why he insisted on such messiness, contrary his otherwise sharp fashion. Silk pillowcases. Five shampoo bottles, an array of hair creams--all kept out of eyesight. Better to let them believe his hair was a casual affair, and intentionally so.

The cocaine had been the least of his hidings (and look where that landed him). People are always sequestering the sunburnt, raw-rubbed, defective pieces of themselves. The things they so desperately clung to, bad habits like a bright red blemish on a ledger, or a lifeline. The first time Farleigh saw the inside of a teacher's lounge had been 30 minutes past the final bell, with a head of tangled hair that he had styled perfectly just 7 hours ago. He remembers accepting the offered cup of tea and thinking Felix won't notice I'm gone. He had told Felix what he did that evening, anyways. This, Farleigh had never thought to hide. Better not to. Better to tell Felix, who was so prone to flippancy, that he would do anything for a good grade. 

"What, you're that shit at school, mate? Jesus. You better not tell anyone; you'd get ousted in days." Felix had said, a painful looking blush to his face. They had only been 16, after all. "I mean, seriously! I never took you for a pillock." At that, Farleigh had raised his eyebrows skeptically. There are some things that were abundantly clear. Uncle James had insisted that Farleigh required a higher education than whatever American dumpster he would be learning his times tables in, and the rest of the Cattons had quickly glued themselves to the idea. They liked to think that they were saving him from stupidity.

In the end, it had been Felix who told someone Farleigh's secret. Namely, his new friend that had been sitting in Farleigh's seat for the last 2 weeks. After countless meetings and scoldings, and significant attempts to publicly humiliate him, Farleigh was sent back to Saltburn before his transfer. When Elspeth and James asked, frantically, what Farleigh had been thinking, he had told them that he needed a better grade. They'd just have to try harder to save him. In truth, there were some things that never really went away, like a teachers lounge and a fresh cup of tea. Something secret, something just for him.

The things that Farleigh insisted on hiding were good things, already half-stained by the bad. A family photo album inside of a shoebox inside of a pillowcase inside of a duffel bag under his bed, next to the ornate little chest where he obviously kept his drugs. Photo strips, polaroids from New York City, his mom's peach scented powder blush, his dad's discarded tie clip. If you keep what really matters just far enough to the side of what people consider a secret, they'll never look any harder. Farleigh has always believed that your worst mistakes only marginally define your humanity. Really, it's what someone loves, isn't it? It's who they would change for. It's who they would make bracelets for. 

Back to the diner, back to the present, back to a time and place where nobody really cared to distinguish a secret from a statement. Back to the postcard from Greece that Farleigh wants to rip off the wall, just to read what is obscured. Saltburn was so large of a life that it was impossibly surreal, too many millions of dollars past tangibility. Whatever was written on that postcard was touchable. A small piece of an even smaller existence. Farleigh was terrified of what it meant to be alive. To stash pieces of himself in dark places like stowaways on the Titanic. To carry what was left after the rest capsized.  

I wish I'd given them those bracelets. I made them so they'd think of me, even when I wasn't there. 

[purlturtle]

Untitled Post-Apocalyptic Fic, part 3

(part 1) (part 2)

Helena looked at the person who had spoken, and gasped.

The woman was more weather-worn than in the photo Artie had shown her; skin tanned and lips chapped, wrinkles around the eyes from squinting against the sun, hair lighter than it had been in the picture – but it was her, it was the woman Artie had talked about. “If you run into her, see if you can persuade her to come along,” he’d said, and then, “She was…” He’d broken off then, stared into thin air for a bit, muttered something under his breath, sniffed sharply. Then he’d just said, “She’ll be an asset.” Helena hadn’t gotten much more out of him.

The woman’s clothing was nondescript and serviceable, and her boots red from the dust that permeated everything around here – again nothing like the picture, but certainly more fitting to being out in the open like this, right down to the wide-brimmed cowboy hat she held in her hand, leather almost bleached white from the sun. None of the woman’s appearance, not even its suddenness, was quite as odd, though, as the sensation Helena had when she looked into the woman’s eyes – which was that she knew this woman, that she’d looked into these eyes before. Which was ridiculous, of course; she would have remembered. This woman was striking, truly unforgettable; besides the fact that the only human being Helena had encountered since being unbronzed had been Artie, Helena was not so befuddled as to forget someone as memorable as this.

“Been following you since you came out of the Warehouse,” the woman said, pinning Helena with a piercing gaze. “Never saw you go in there, though. Who are you?”

“Lake,” croaked Helena, giving the name of the fake identity Artie had presented her. “My name is Lake.”

The woman narrowed her eyes at her and regarded her for a long moment; Helena resisted the urge to fidget. “Right,” the woman said, at long last, her disbelief clear.

“Artie sent me,” Helena added quickly, and now the woman’s eyebrows twitched. They didn’t rise, she had that much control over them, but they definitely twitched.

“Did he now.”

Helena nodded. “He did say that I might run into you,” she added.

The woman clicked her tongue and looked away. “Hasn’t given up, has he. So, what’s your message, then? ‘Tell her to come back’?” she went on, imitating Artie’s inflection so accurately that Helena blinked in surprise. “‘Tell her I’m not mad at her; tell her no one’s accusing her of anything. She’s welcome back, any time she wants.’ Something like that?” When the woman looked back at Helena, her expression was unreadable.

“No, actually,” Helena said quietly. “He just said you were the best agent he ever had.” She had always had good hearing, and the ability to remember, re-hear, and parse mumbled words.

The woman scoffed, and through the affectation of it, Helena could sense a deep, lasting wound. “Right.”

Helena decided to risk it. “He said if you were to accompany me, my mission would go more quickly and be safer.” It wasn’t exactly what Artie had said, but it could be interpreted this way, and something told Helena that “mission” and “quick” and “safe” might still pull some weight with a former agent, even one as hurt and disillusioned as this one seemed to be.

And while the woman scoffed again, it wasn’t quite as acerbic as the first one. “Right,” was all she said once more.

“You did safe my life, just now,” Helena said, and then wondered why she’d said that – the horse had, not this wo—

Her thoughts froze.

The woman pursed her lips bitterly, then snorted softly through her nose. “Perceptive,” she said. “Yeah, that was me. Got hit with something, right before the Warehouse exploded. Don’t even know what artifact it was, because everything went to shit right after. But there were a couple ferrets there, running to get away, and one of them scampered over my foot, and bam, I was a ferret too, running after them because it seemed like a good idea and I wasn’t thinking too clearly because, you know, I had just been turned into a ferret.” She inhaled sharply and looked away, eyes fixing on the horizon. She was quiet for a long time, and Helena didn’t interrupt – she could sense that the woman wasn’t done talking yet. “Anyway,” the woman sighed after a while, and looked at Helena again with those piercing hazel eyes. “Ferret, horse, dog, cat – if it’s mammalian and I’ve touched it, I can turn into it. At will by now,” she added, with a wry roll of her eyes. “And thank god my clothes stay with me when I do.” She nodded her chin at Helena. “Name’s Myka. But you probably know that already. Care to tell me yours? Your actual name this time?”

Best agent I ever had. Helena nodded, decision made. “Helena.”

[thisisasafezone0]

°˖✿˚⋆ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ⋆˚✿˖°

CHAPTER ONE — Saved By The Bell —

third person pov

Y/N woke up with a start. Her head was throbbing as was the need to turn her alarm off. She blindly tapped at her screen and mentally complained about school. Once the 'stop' button was pressed, she got up faster than normal. A shiver went up her spine when her feet touched the floor. She hopped off her bed and instantly stumbled into her desk chair, hitting her new uniform.

'Oh, I would hate to damage that.' She rolled her eyes. She, as normal, didn't want to go to school. This time for a much different reason than usual. Her parents had forced her to move, despite the fact that she was officially a legal adult. She blamed the whole situation on her parents' partnership with Saiko Corp. To say the least, she was not exceptionally happy about it.

"Live alone, they said, you'll be fine, they said. It's as if they want me dead," she muttered, brushing off her uniform and beginning to change. She hadn't wanted to live alone, especially with rumors of a murderer running loose through her future school. But as she hoped, if she was nice enough, she wouldn't get hurt. Back at her old school, she was popular, fun, and people were oh so disappointed when she left. She couldn't help but think back to her many admirers. She never particularly liked them. She thought they were annoying douchebags who were trying to win her over by flexing their muscles.

As she zipped up her skirt, she noticed how the uniform was slightly too revealing for her taste. 'Who the hell designed these? I feel like I'm in a stereotypical romance anime.' She took note of the too-short skirt and put on tights under, just to be safe, all while mentally cursing the principal. She swiftly put on her shoes and ran downstairs after grabbing her bag. She mentally recounted all of her items about five times while eating breakfast. Quickly, Y/N grabbed her phone and keys and made her way outside.

Once her door was locked, she turned around to see a suspicious-looking man with black hair at her mailbox. He was wearing the male Akedemi uniform and looked to be a year older than her. He seemed as if he was waiting for her. This had to be the guy her mother hired to watch her. 'Great. Yet another guy following me around. Why don't you add a few more?'

Y/N walked up to him and tapped his shoulder when he didn't look up from his phone. Piercing red eyes met doe-eyed cautious ones and Y/N wished she had brought her taser, just in case. He looked her up and down and her skin started to crawl, her fingernails digging into her palm.

"You're Y/N L/N." The man's eyes narrowed and he revealed his phone screen, a screenshot of some texts, one of them a picture of the girl in question. He then stepped back and held his hand out, Y/N shaking it a moment later. "I assume you know why I'm here, so let's start with the basics. You can call me Nemesis."

The gears in Y/N's head started to turn and she let out a small, unexpected wheeze. Her hand fell from his and his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh wow, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting that. Don't you have a last name?"

"I am afraid that would be none of your business." His eyes seemed to be staring right through hers, and she struggled to not argue that it is technically her business. She just hummed a response and began to walk past him. "You do remember I need to stay with you all the time, correct? That would also entail me walking you to and from school."

"Awww, Nemesis, you want to walk to school together? How sweet." The ravenette rolled his eyes and followed after her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"You act as if this is a choice."

"Oh come on, you chose to take this job. You're basically in love with me." The man merely huffed at her words, Y/N sticking her tongue out at him playfully. "Don't be so grumpy. I need more positive energy in my life and you are one hundred percent not helping."

The two continued walking in silence (aka Nemesis refused to answer any and all of Y/N's questions). Once the two reached the Akademi High gates, Nemesis cleared his throat to get the girl's attention. She quickly turned to him and put on a bright smile. The ravenette, of course, being trained in telling when someone is lying, immediately knew it was fake. So, as what seemed to be usual, he stared at Y/N, unimpressed.

"Listen, I know that you do not want this whatsoever. And I understand that, believe me." He took a step closer to her, his hands falling on her shoulders. "However, I was ordered to protect you. And I swear that I will. There is no need to pretend around me, just please cooperate." Y/N stared into his dull, red eyes, getting slightly flustered from their close proximity. She feared saying anything, so she mutely nodded instead.

Nemesis sighed and looked around at the students walking in. He was reminded of how important it was to be safe and respectful around others, especially his clients, so he swiftly stepped away from Y/N. The h/c-ette started to fiddle with her hair nervously and she took a step forward.

"Come on, Nemesis. I'm getting bored already."

He paused and pulled out his schedule. Well, technically their schedule, since the student council president arranged for Nemesis to never leave Y/N's side. The girl in question crossed her arms over her chest and smiled, putting on a confident facade. She couldn't have people knowing she was nervous, who knows what they would do if her guard was down.

By the lockers, most of the people stared at the two new students. About three-quarters of the highschool had been going to school together since they were children, and if not, people transferred before their first year. Second or third year transfer students were unheard of. Especially ones that looked so... different.

The two were polar opposites, Y/N grinning and waving at people while Nemesis glared and overall ignored everyone they passed. Some students were clearly afraid of the man, their fear bleeding into their eyes. Y/N noticed and lightly nudged him in the side, trying to mentally tell him to 'just be cool'. He only raised an eyebrow and sped up to approach the stairs. The girl sighed and hurried after him.

Once in the classroom, the duo was met with stares from the currently present students, making up about half of their class. The whispers about them started the second Nemesis leaned towards Y/N.

"Just don't be nervous, alright?" The girl next to him smiled and nodded, her expression changed into excitement when her eyes landed on two specific people behind him. Her grin grew tenfold as she rushed over to the duo.

Taeko Yamada and Osano Najimi. Two childhood best friends, one sweet, one salty, both missing their other friend.

The ravenette leaped out of her desk to wrap Y/N in a tight hug, her face buried in the girl's shoulder. The ginger behind them breathed out Y/N's name in disbelief as he leaned against his desk. Taeko pulled away and stared at the h/c-ette in front of her. She starts laughing, her eyes glossy.

"Oh my god, you're here, you're really here. How- I mean- why didn't you tell me, uh, us that you were coming back? I- we missed you so much." The girl with gray eyes stared into the excited ones before hers.

The orange boy's astounded voice rang through the classroom, exclaiming his friend's name. Y/N looked over Taeko's shoulder at the male, him blushing under her gaze.

Osano nudged the ravenette and stared at the other girl, unsure of what to do. In a second, his arms are wrapped around her, her face buried in his neck. He sighed contentedly after a moment, then quickly pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulders.

He smiled slightly, "So how've you been without us?"

"Well, you know. I've managed."

He laughed a bit and gestured to the girl behind him, "Taeko has been going crazy without you. I'm telling you, just the other day, she was complaining about how much she still missed you. I mean, I also missed you, but, like, not as much as her." Y/N laughed along with him as the black haired female elbowed him, her face flushing slightly.

The bell rings after they chat for a moment, reminding Taeko that she has to go to a completely different hallway, due to her being a third year. She quickly waved goodbye, embracing Y/N before running off. Y/N giggled quietly, rolling her eyes, sitting down where Taeko was. Osano paused for a second and then sat down next to her.

Behind Y/N, the forgotten ravenette started talking, startling her. "Wow, I didn't know you had friends here."

Osano looked confused as he pointed to Nemesis who took the other seat next to Y/N. "Oh, it's the other new student. Do you know him?"

Y/N smiled at him brightly, "No, I don't."

"Ok, cool." His head snapped back towards Y/N and Nemesis, "Wait what?" She waved him off as the teacher started talking.

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[medivigor]

CHAPTER 1: Seeing Eye to Eye

Word count: 5020 words

His face stung. His eye was swollen  and a strong scotch in his hand to quell the pain that surged through his face. His nose was broken then haphazardly popped back into place after the attack. And his nose still held a trail of blood that dried just recently.

Splotches of red paint stained his pants. A few splinters from wrecking the drumsticks and bass made his hands hurt to grip the glass as he would pull a few out then take a sip of the scotch in his hand. Holding the ice cold glass of brandy up against his eye to comfort and dull the swelling. 

This bar was inevitably his starting point. To think he met Pickles here when he was getting his band together. 

His band of ‘Snakes N’ Barrels’ fell apart sooner than he'd like and fell on rough times till Magnus proposed the opportunity to go big. So much for that..

His teeth bore. What a waste of space..Dumbasses all of them. His eye was cold. Unfeeling as he would finish off the glass of scotch and order another. Wasting what's left of his money on booze to drown that pain. Ease that discomfort in his mind as he would tap his fingers against the stained wooden bar top. Till he heard a hum. 

His eyes glancing over to a stranger that he didn't know. Enjoying his own glass of what looked to be bourbon at a side table off in the corner. He looked to be in his late twenties. Maybe early thirties. If anything he dressed with chains on his pants with a simple black muscle shirt.  The piercing on his eyebrow gleamed slightly from the light above his table and he seemed to lean over his table. His eyes lidded. A deep hazel that focused back at Magnus’ beaten face with both interest and almost flattery. 

“Hooh,” he cooed deeply as he studied his bruises and swollen nose.”I'd hate to see the other guy.” He paused as he seemed to lean in closer.” I bet you REALLY showed him who's boss, hmm?” 

“You don't know half of it.” He sneered towards the stranger with a clear loom of annoyance. Not really in the mood for a conversation. But this guy seems almost insistent on it. 

“Do tell. What had the mighty Magnus Hammersmith went through?” 

Magnus’ eyes widened slightly. The best way Magnus could describe this man was animated. Very expressive and straight forward when it came to his words. But despite that. How did he know his name?

The man held up a magazine as recent as two days ago. He remembered taking that picture. Charles shook Roy's hand with a small smile as they made the deal.

“Oh.” He said with a grumble before the stranger started to talk again. 

“You're on the headlines for the current label holder: Crystal Mountain Records. Dethklok. Right?” 

“I'm not with them anymore..” He said. His words almost a spiteful mumble as he took another swig.”Fuckers kicked me out.” He hissed through his teeth. Almost drunkenly as he ogled the stranger.” What's it to you?” 

“Curious.” He shrugged slightly before smirking.” Where are my manners? Salvador Falconbeck.” He said with a leer.” Call me ‘Sal’.” 

“Couldn't give less of a shit..” Magnus griped. His speech slightly slurred as Sal made his way over to the bar stool next to him.  Making his lips curl back into a lampooning manner.

Sal raised a hand flagging the bartender down. “Let me order you another drink. Considering you're having a hard time there, tiger~” 

“Are you trying to get in my pants?” He asked with a hint of curiosity. His brow raised as Sal seemed to rest his head in his hand as he swirled his drink. 

Sal chortled. “It depends on how you look at it. It's a shame they threw you out. And look at that. Your credit to making the band. No credit to your written song..All stripped away like you never even existed.” 

His statement made his good eye dilate with rage as his gaze focused ahead. Squeezing his glass to the point the glass freely shattered in his hand making his hand bleed as it filled with splinters of glass. The sudden expression of rage made Sal glance at the bleeding hand out of surprise and shock. 

Obscured!? Already!?” What..did you say?” Magnus slowly turned his head towards Sal as he extended his finger out towards him. Blood dripped freely from his palm onto the wooden countertop.” They didn't fucking credit me for my fucking song!?” He shrieked in rage. Sal frowning as he watched him whence in pain after realising his hand wasn't just coated in glass. But scotch that seeped into his new splinters. 

They were nestled deep in his palm. Blood freely spilling onto his pants as Sal rushed to grab a handful of napkins from an idle napkin dispenser next to him as he began to pluck the glass from Magnus’ palm. 

Why? What the hell was this asshole's problem? Helping a hopeless, drunk, mentally Ill nobody like him? Was this guy drunk? No..he looked sober as could be to Magnus. Was this kindness? There had to be something more to this.

“What's your damn problem?” Magnus hissed. Still seething, however refrained from pulling his hand away from the man. The more he watched the man pull glass free from his hand, blood pooling. The more he realised this man's very unnatural appearance. 

His nails were black. Average because he knew Nathan painted his nails black. However these nails were like talons. Claws from an animal on a human man. And his teeth..somewhat jagged. And yet they still appeared more or less normal. 

It had to have been body modifications. It was the only logical explanation as he clasped Magnus’ hand tightly to keep the blood from flowing out. The booze made the pain a bit worse as he bit his lip with an audible grunt of agony. 

“Do you not want my help?” Sal asked as Magnus looked away with a drunken blush.

“I..do.” Magnus said hesitantly.”Thanks I guess.” 

“You want to talk about it?” Sal asked. Magnus tried to bend his hand to grasp his in return before he loosened his attempt. 

He knew he shouldn't. But he was drunk and unsteady in his thoughts anyway. He decided to spill. 

“It was all over a stupid drum pattern.”He bore his teeth in disdain.” I fought tooth and nail to write that song..The Hammer.” He hissed as he looked away.” All he needed to do was to fucking play the right pattern!” Slamming his fist on the countertop. His anger was wavering from his drunken stooper to where he was now feeling guilty.” Shit..I shouldn't have stabbed him..why did I stab him?”

“Because you had to..” his words were like poison into his ear. His eyes wide ever so slightly shifted as Sal looked him in the eye. Something wasn't right. But he was too drunk and fucked up to tell. He was angry, sad, disgusted. And a part of him felt a connection with this man. Something inside he couldn't quite put a finger on. His only good eye focused on Sal.” What did he say to you?”

Magnus shuttered in response to his question. The more he thought about it. The more he shuttered inside. He stabbed him because Nathan called him so. He in turn obliged him.

“He called me crazy..” He said as he spoke coolly.”’You're starting to sound crazy’.” He mocked Nathan's deep tone.”I stabbed him for that..”

Sal smirked at him. His free hand placed on his shoulder like a long life friend who had shared a genuine care for him. 

Magnus was born to be hated. He had a horrific temper. Charles broke up with him and he lost his only home because of the fit he threw. His undiagnosed bipolar disorder only ever made him a monster. His expression shifted as he would refuse to focus on him. 

“You know..it could be a good thing. You don't need them..” Sal said softly. His lidded eyes were something that made Magnus feel safer. Calmer as he placed a palm on his forehead. 

“I'm fucked..I'm so fucked..” He gagged through clenched teeth. His eyes were swelling with tears as he shook his head. Reduced to a complete bitch..crying in front of a stranger. 

Sal however didn't mock him as he was expecting anyone who was ‘metal' would. Instead he offered him a hand. “Hey..you need a place to stay? I'm staying in a motel just down the way. It's not much but it's something.” Sal said, taking that moment to release Magnus's hand. Seeing that the wound had clotted but still to be safe he covered his hand with a few more napkins and placed a ten dollar bill on the countertop. “I have a med kit I can use. Wrap your hand up. There's only one problem. There's one bed.” 

Magnus appreciated this offer. More than he knew considering his life constantly revolving around bad luck thanks to his own actions. He hadn't had a proper meal in two days because of practice. Before he said ‘fuck it'. Now he was the opposite. He needed help as much as he hated saying it.

“I don't mind one bed..I have..HAD a boyfriend. Not like you're the first man I'd be sleeping with.not like-” he blushed slightly. Stopping himself before he made it worse without meaning to. “..Hell, I don't have much..” Magnus said as he tried to get his wallet free from his back pants pocket. Yet Sal instantly shook his head.

“No need. A man like you.” He paused. “I heard your song on the demo disk. Some of it leaked.” He admitted as he pulled out his phone. Pressing play to hear the familiar sound of ‘The Hammer’ playing on it. His good eye widening slightly as Sal's gaze remained permeated across his.”The Hammer was and always would be my favourite song because it was the only song YOU wrote.” His sharp fingernail gently pressing into his chest. Feeling the slight poke of his clawed fingernail that tickled his chest. 

Was that appreciation? No..it couldn't actually be appreciation. 

The only ounce of appreciation he got was from Nathan. Swift punches to the face that he could still feel. He was never truly appreciated. Skwisgaar stole his role as lead guitarist. His song was fucking stolen from under him from what he heard. He lost his home, boyfriend, and his overall place in the band all in one night. If he was able he'd give them a true reason to call him crazy. Set the damn apartment on fire, that's what he should have done. 

Magnus sighed. His pained and scared look softened to something a bit kinder. This guy was definitely different. And starting to get the pent up aggression out of a half buzzed man that can barely think straight. Hell he'd be on the street tonight if this guy didn't offer him a room to stay in. 

He owed Sal big time. 

 “You kiss strangers asses often, Sal?” Magnus gave a drunken smirk towards him as the far more sober Sal gave a light laugh.

Sal hummed. “Only if it's someone with great talent and a rare chance encounter. Such as yourself. Your writing style in music is different from anything I've ever heard.” 

Magnus cocked a brow.” Jesus..you are trying to get..in my f-fuckin pants aren't you..?” He laughed. He felt no pain in his hand anymore. Pulling the sticky napkins off he looked at the wounds with dilated and lidded eyes.”Shit.. that was my fretting hand..” He murmured. 

“Don't worry. It will heal. If anyone asks. Just say you won, huh?” Sal laughed. Magnus joined him in the shared laughter before Sal got up and even helped Magnus; who in turn raised his hand to decline the offer. 

Magnus raised his lip slightly. “I-I can walk. I'm n-*hic*not a baby-” 

“If you're positive. You're looking like a newborn calf learning to walk.” Sal retorted with a lidded grin. 

“F-fuck off I can do it. Watch m-me!” He was using the counter as a stabiliser for his body. Letting go of the edge he wavered in his stance a bit before going upright.” There. W-w-*hic*What'd I tell you?” 

“Pfft! Impressive!” Sal laughed. Clapping his hands together in amusement to his ‘performance’. Pulling out a pair of keys twirling them in his clawed finger.” Let's get you someplace warm, Mm?”

“You don't have t-to tell me twice..”

The car was surprisingly clean for someone with spiked cuffs and dressed like a metal band member. The air freshener of black pine made the car smell just like it as he watched old decrepit buildings pass by. His half kidded eyes focusing on the rain drops that were forming on the window. Each passing second made him think this was too good to be true. 

Hell he could be passed out at the counter right now and this was just a drunk dream. Waiting to be woken up by a angry bartender at the club venue. However the throbbing pain in his hand made him rethink that. 

“How you feeling, tiger?” Sal asked. Magnus luling over slightly as he rubbed his temples. 

“Blistering headache..” He said in a muted tone that could barely be heard. It was thankfully quiet in the car with no music.” I'm going go have a bad hangover in the morning.”

“You're going to get through it. I got a shit tone of ibuprofen.” He said with a coy grin. His teeth..he cant stop looking at them. It made him ask. 

“You got those acrylic nails?” He asked as he brought up the nails first. The most logical as Sal would glance over to him. A wide smile forming.  

“Yeah! I always wanted to be different from other metalheads that always go for the usual look of just plain black fingernails.” 

“And the teeth?” He asked as Sal smiled to show them more of them.” They don't look fake.”

Sal laughed as he spoke in a soft tone as to not erupt Magnus’ eardrums. “They're not fake. They're my teeth, I assure you. Let's just say the dentist wasn't exactly happy with this life choice.” 

“Brutal..” A word and a bad habit he got from the guys that he wanted to break as soon as he said it. No doubt good for the overall aesthetic this guy gave off. 

Some people went the distance with their choice in body mod's. But shit. He wondered. Deep inside what it would be like to flick his tongue against those sharp teeth..

He squinted his eyes tightly. His expression shifted with his thoughts in his head. No way. He just met him and he's drunk as hell. Ain't no way. Hell no. He wouldn't consider this man a friend just yet. He was letting him stay in a motel room. No doubt it was a room where clothes were strong about the floor and old curtains of Chinese food sat around where the room service couldn't even be bothered. 

But as he drew closer he was pulled into a shitty motel like he was expecting. An open pool with mercey water that only a sewer system would call its own. His nose scrunched slightly as he looked at it. But he had to be honest. It was better than the streets. 

Parking close to the pool Sal removed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pants pocket after leaving the car. The unlit cigarette hanging freely from between his lips as he tilted the pack towards Magnus. Who didn't hesitate to take it. 

The closer they got to the pool the more he could tell it was coated in cigarettes and other unspeakable things. If he focused at the bottom he could make out the outline of a knife or gun. But it was too foggy to see as Sal lit the cigarette as he took a deep inhale then blew the smoke through his nostrils. A deep thoughtful hum leaving his throat. 

“Why are you doing this?” Magnus finally spoke. His reflection in the water made him whence. Nathan did a number on him he didn't realise he hadn't wiped the dry blood from his nostril. He'd used the pool water but the last thing he wanted to contract was an unknown disease from it. 

“It's a shame to see some talent be treated so badly.” Sal said as he flicked his ashes into the water. His sharp nails played with the end of it as he took another inhale. 

“I know you like my song. But you could have just left me to burn at the D.O.H. It can't be just because of that.” Magnus retorted with a slight scowl. 

“Believe me or not. It's fine. I guess it's also because I'm a nice guy. Can't stand seeing people down on their luck like you.” He said with a smirk. His smile. He couldn't understand it. This was way too good to be true even if the place was called the 666 Motel. A mockery for every other motel or shitty hotel chain in America. 

“I don't say this often. But thanks. Honestly.” Magnus nodded. 

“Don't mention it. You're better off her than on the streets. Before you know it you're in the back of someone's car blowing whores for crack money.”

They both laugh simultaneously. Magnus threw his head back as Sal would bob his shoulders. He didn't understand why it was funny but Sal seemed to have a way with words that made him feel connected.

“Maybe it's not me who's crazy. Maybe it's you.” He could feel his gaze on him. He felt something was a bit off, really trying to pinpoint it was nigh impossible. He was still buzzed as he finished his cigarette and flicked the but into the pool.” Taking a guy like me in. What makes you think I won't stab you in your sleep?” Magnus asked genuinely. 

He felt strange asking so many questions but this guy gave him every reason to. They just met. He basically states he's his biggest fan despite there being just one song he took part in writing. And gives him space to sleep in. Out of everything this one night was both the worst and best.

He still held a grudge against the band for this. Pickles being the catalyst for his outburst in the first place. He couldn't blame nathan..could he? 

“You got something on your mind. What is it, Magnus?” Sal asked. Giving him a quizzical look. Flicking his butt into the water as he turned to face him.

Magnus clenched his fist. The bad hand that started to bleed again with his pent up aggression. “What can't I have on my mind? I lost my band, my home, my boyfriend. It's my fault because I can't fucking control myself when I get angry. My fucking mother cursing me with her bullshit disorders.” He hissed as he took his knife and freed it from his belt. And looked at his reflection in the blade. Nathan's dried blood still coated the blade like he could still feel himself stabbing into Nathan. He broke. Snapped like a mad man and no doubt would have gone postal on him if he didn't immediately punch him afterwards. He would have kept going..he would have killed him and it scared him. It made him falter before chucking the knife into the water of the pool. 

The splash of the water splashed and fused back into the body. The ripple from the item settled after a minute as Sal looked at him.” Shame. That was a good looking knife.” He said. 

“What? Because it has the blood of another person on it?” Magnus asked as he breathed heavily. 

“No. Because it was a nice looking blade.” He walked over to the pool and studied the water before he sighed and nodded.” Common. I think a shower would be a good idea for you.” Sal beckoned. His tone changed. Why was he so fixated on his knife? 

He shook it off and followed. Climbing up the stairs. Studying each room number before Sal came into contact with the room number 269. The key he had opened the door to reveal a decrepit room that had no real pride put into it. 

The room was small. Crampy, a single large king size bed in the middle of the room with a horrible box tv set in the middle of the room on a half destroyed dresser. The wallpaper had been torn with holes in the wall that were probably caused by past fights held there by a cheating wife's boyfriend. 

Only a normal person would best describe these walls as an ivory shitshow coating everything. 

“It works.” Magnus shrugged as he sighed. 

“I know it's not much but hell it's something.” Sal replied with a rather cordial look.” Go on. Take a shower. I'll be out here waiting for you.” Sal smiled. 

As Magnus entered the bathroom Magnus was met with tile that no longer was white but stained with grime. The mirror was dirty and somewhat cracked. Focusing on the mirror he looked into it. His eye twitching and throbbing from his light touch as he sharply inhaled through his teeth. His lip curled inward because the pain was still there. 

He refused to get into that shower. He couldn't. So instead he used the sink. As he started the water its colour came out black for a split second before it became clear. Using the small bottles of shampoo and conditioner he poured the shampoo onto his wet scalp and scrubbed.

Dunking his scalp in the water to wash the shampoo away to then do the same with his conditioner. The smooth healing property was nice. He felt cleaner. His nose was red but the blood was gone from his lip And nose. Washed down the drain with his current troubles. His hand however..he bit his lip and hissed. He forgot about it. He reopened a few of the deep cuts. He forgot about it because of how bad his face hurt. 

And as he left the bathroom he took a deep breath and chortled.

“Better than nothing. Say you got that med kit you were talking about?” 

Sal nodded and produced the red kit with a cross on it. Opening it up as he grabbed gaze and some neosporin.  “You look a lot better. You don't look like you just walked out of a bar fight. How's the hand?” 

“My face actually hurts worse. I didn't even realise I reopened it.” He approached the bed where he was. Sal lathering his hand with the neosporin. Twitching slightly as Sal would wrap his hand tightly. The blood seeping through but it was good enough. Better than leaving it to get infected as it usually would wind up happening with Magnus. 

Magnus wasn't like Murderface. He had more self respect compared to a man who hated himself worse than anyone else who hated him. Magnus hated and blamed those around him for the pain and wrong doing placed upon him. But his head spun. He trusted this man. The more time he spent with Sal the more he could say he was a friend. However, that was too soon. Or was it? 

He gripped his palm lightly with a small, barely noticeable smirk. Looking over to a guitar case in the corner of the room. His brown eyes scan the case with interest.

“No shit..you play?” 

“Mm?” Sal was busy doing something as he looked to Magnus then to the disregarded guitar case.” Ah! Yes I do actually. Used to be a lead Guitarist but it didn't work out.” 

Magnus needed a double take. Did he just say he was a lead guitarist himself? Magnus used to be the lead guitarist of Dethklok before Skwisgaar came into the fold.

“What happened?” He asked as he looked back at Sal. 

Sal rolled his head a few times. Using his hands more expressively now that they were at a place to settle down. “Oh..disagreements, arguments gone too far. Had to leave. Nothing really too different from you. Except I didn't go out in a blaze of glory like you did.” 

“You mean getting the shit beat out of me because I stabbed the band's singer?” Magnus raised a brow as he crossed his arms.

“No. For standing up for yourself. You told them how it was supposed to go. And someone didn't like that did they? They wanted you to calm down so they could have better control over you.” He paused as he put a pair of eyeglasses on.” In my opinion. You did the right thing not allowing yourself to be manipulated.” 

The more he spoke the more Magnus believed his poisonous honeyed words. His mind somehow felt clearer knowing he stood up to Nathan. Was it really the right thing? No..it was the right thing despite being physically punished for it. He smirked. Pride filled his body as he clenched his battered fists. The bandage that covered his hand protecting the cuts from his fingernails once again. 

He held so much negativity towards not just himself but the world around him. He believed everyone hated him because of how he looked at the world. The true problem lies with them. They didn't see how he saw the world. How the world treated him in return. They'd rather ignore the signals and place the blame on the most likely person to explode first. And that was him. 

“You're damn right,” he managed a short chuckle. Turning over to the guitar.”Can I have a look at what you got?” He asked as Sal smiled.

“Of course!” He walked over as he unzipped the case to reveal a beautiful Gibson guitar. One such guitar brand favoured by not just Skwisgaar. But himself as well.”I'd give anything to see the mighty Hammer play anything on my guitar.” 

Magnus rolled his eyes as he was handed the beautiful guitar. “You're going to look like you stuck your head in a damn sewer pipe if you keep kissing my ass like this.” he studied its strings. He treated the guitar well.” Its beautiful.” 

“Thanks! And can you blame me? Hell you got anything you've been writing alongside The Hammer?” Sal asked as Magnus rolled his good eye to think.

“There was one song Nathan was working on called ‘Guts Punch Balls Throw-Up’.” 

Sal blinked as Magnus started to tune the guitar. “You serious? He called it that?” 

Magnus shrugged as he picked at the guitar. “Yes..don't ask me, the man's an autistic mess. He and Pickles are the ones who write most of the songs. I was just a Rhythm Guitarist.” He sneered. 

“Have you ever thought of a back up plan?”

Magnus started to blindly strum. The first few notes were incoherent, but slowly grew into a quick paced rhythm the more he talked and focused on Sal's conversation. Almost like it was second nature to him. But he wasn't as good as Skwisgaar. His notes were still slow. And occasionally would mess up on a string but  kept strumming regardless. 

“No. I mean I graduated college and got a degree in music but hell knows I'm cursed with this shitty temper.” 

Sal nodded as he listened to the song he was playing. “Nothing, some beers and a friend to complain won't help. Have you ever really spoken to the band? Told them your underlying concerns?” 

“They'd never listen. We all agreed that getting involved in each other's family or personal affairs was a bad idea. Would break them up faster.” Magnus stopped strumming as he put the guitar back in its case. Zipping it back up.” Fuck em..they don't need me. Fine.” He walked over to the old chair in the corner and took a seat.

“I'll take the chair.” Sal said as Magnus raised his hand stopping him.  

“Just let me have this one crappy thing. As much as it's nice. I'd rather know I'm still fucked in a certain way. I'll sleep on the chair.” 

Sal frowned.” Very well. The chair is all yours. You at least want the top blanket? Something to keep you warm?” 

Magnus raised a brow. Then shook his head.” As I said. I'll just take the chair. No more than that. Alright?” This time he spoke firmly to make himself crystal clear. 

And it seemed that his firm approach worked in his favour as Sal nodded and slipped under the covers. He didn't even seem to bother taking anything off. Just straight onto the covers without hesitation. 

Did he lack other clothes? He doubted it. He could clearly see a duffle bag in the corner. There was so much about this man he couldn't understand. Right now he felt like he found another place when he just lost one. He'd refuse to let it slip if this man truly was helping him and not trying to be selfish or manipulative. 

He was certainly strange with the way he came off.  Too good to be true with a giving personality any mother would beg their child to have. Gave him a place to stay despite it being a dung heap. He was in a band at one point himself being a fellow guitarist. One could say they were similar. 

An eye for an eye. A matching set of a fate most cruel. Disregarded and tossed into obscurity. It hurt like a knife to the chest. A painful part of his life. But perhaps with a bit of time. He could grow close to this man. 

And try again..

[i-am-baechu]

It was only a week after Jungkook broke up with Y/N and he was devastated. He only left his hotel room to practice or whatever schedule the group had to get done that day. He barely ate and sometimes he just stared at the wall as the memories of Y/N filled his mind. Today was the same as others and he didn’t know what the date was nor did he care to figure it out. Everyday felt the same no matter what he did. 

He turned in his bed and picked up his phone going through his old photos with an emotionless face. Everyday he’s been going through old pictures, reliving the moments he shared with Y/N. He missed her so much, everything about her made him so happy and at peace that now, everything is doleful. She wasn’t a pretty flower in the garden, instead she was the sunlight that brought life to the garden. The light that would heal any plant was now missing and Jungkook was to blame for it.   

He stopped on the first picture he ever took of them together and it brought a smile to his face. The beach date was the date that let her know that he was serious about her. Even though she had insecurities, he was going to push all them away because she was the one for him. He knew the moment he met her, she was the one and he had to throw it all away in order to protect her from this Sasaeng or whoever it was. What hurts the most is that she probably hates him now. He remembered that day at the beach like it was yesterday.

He pulled up to her apartment and parked in front waiting for her nervously. He started tapping on the wheel to get his mind off of the nerves and it was somewhat working for him. He heard a door closed and he whipped his head to see her walking out in a simple gray tank top that had a dark blue dress shirt on top, jean shorts that had white floral designs, hair in a simple ponytail and white sneakers. He smiled at her simple attire but his eyes widened when he saw that she had a belly piercing, “Holy shit...” 

She walked to the driver's side and tilted her head with a small smile. He rolled down his window and her perfume made him feel at peace, “Thank you for inviting me...I’m really excited, Kook.”

He swore in that moment his heart stopped beating and his face turned red at her soft voice. He let out a small cough and gave her a toothy smile, “I really wanted to see you again. I just wanted you to know I really want to be with you but I want to court you before I make it official.”

“That’s really sweet, Kook.” 

He smiled at this and unlocked the passenger door, “Back up for a minute, babe.”

She raised her eyebrow and let out a small laugh, “Babe?”

“I-I mean, Y/N.”

She laughed at his stutter and backed up so he could open his door. He got out of the car and she smiled at his outfit, “I like your jacket...”

Jungkook glanced down at his jacket and gave her a small smirk, “If you keep complimenting me then this jacket might be yours.”

Her face turned a light red color and shook her head at this. He chuckled at her reaction and grabbed her hand. He led her to the passenger side and even though it was a short distance, the distance was enough to make his heart beat faster as her soft hand gripped harder around his. He opened the door for her and gave her a small smirk, “You ready?”

“Always.”

She slowly went inside the car as Jungkook watched closely in case she needed help. When she sat down, Jungkook grabbed the seatbelt and buckled her up himself. Her eyes widened at this and she felt butterflies at seeing him so close to her. When he pulled away he gave her a small smile, “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” Before she could say anything he already closed the door leaving a flustered Y/N in the seat. He walked back to the driver seat with a little jump in his step. He started the car and started to play Red Velvet making her look at him with a surprise look. He glanced at her and gave her a quick wink, “Anything for you.” 

The car ride was filled with soft laughter and stolen glances between the two as the sun was setting. Jungkook rushed to her side to let her out and the two of them moved down to the beach to see it was empty. Jungkook intertwined their fingers together and they headed to the rocks to see the waves closer. When they walked up the rocks, Jungkook moved behind her and held her waist as they headed up the rocks slowly. She looked behind her to see Jungkook concentrating to make sure she wouldn’t fall and made her feel special. 

The two went towards a rock and before she sat down on the rock with Jungkook, she pulled up her pants. Jungkook's eyes widened when he saw the black ink on her hip, “You have a tattoo?” 

She looked at him and nodded his head, “Oh, yeah...”

She smiled at him and sat on the rock with the help of Jungkook. He looked at her and pushed some hair back behind her ear, “You're full of surprises.” 

“Am I? How?”

“I just never thought you would have a tattoo and piercing. It’s cute.” 

The two of them sat and watched the waves crashing next to the rocks and the sun disappearing. She leaned her head against his shoulder making him glance down at her with a small smile. He put his head on top of hers and he could’ve swore that his heart stopped, again. He wrapped his arm around her body and felt her shoulders getting cold. He moved away from her and took off his jacket making her look at him with confusion. He gently draped the jean jacket around her shoulders and she looked down at the rock with a shy look. He smiled when he saw her cheeks turn red and he felt like he won at life in that moment. 

He tossed his phone on the bed and headed into the bathroom with the picture of Y/N lit on his bed. He splashed some water onto his face as he stared at the sink with a frown. He looked back up and stared at himself in the mirror and it was clear that he was tired with the bags under his eyes and his untamed hair. He wonders how Y/N was doing, if she was at least taking care of herself. He knew that Mae probably hates him and shit even Y/N might hate him but he doesn’t want to think that. 

He walked back into his hotel room to hear a knock on the door, “What!?” 

“We have practice! Jungkook, are you okay?” 

He sighed to himself and ran his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, I’ll be there soon hyung.” 

He heard Namjoon walk away and he sighed again. He wished he was in a better mood but he really couldn’t help it. The one person that made him happy was out of his life. With everything that was happening to him, it made him realize that no matter what he does, he can never have a normal life or even a happy love life.  He walked towards his suitcase and opened it to get a sweater but stopped when he saw the shirt that Y/N would always borrow from him. 

Y/N laid on the bed with a nervous look as Jungkook walked in shirtless after taking a shower. He raised his eyebrow when he saw Y/N playing with her fingers, “Y/N, is everything alright?”

She looked at him and then her face turned bright red. She covered her eyes, “Put a shirt on, Kook!” 

He rolled his eyes and kneeled down, opening up his suitcase. He glanced back at her and chuckled at her, “You’ve seen it before.” 

Y/N removed her hands and shook her head, “No-not wet...”

“Why do you look so nervous?” 

She looked down at the blanket and then at him with a nervous look, “I-I was wondering if I could wear one of your shirts...since I’m staying over...I don’t know. I’m wearing pajamas but I just want your smell on me...That sounded weird...” 

He smirked at her rambling and nodded his head, “Yeah, baby all you have to do is ask me.”

He took out a long sleeved gray shirt and tossed it at her. She let out a small excited gasp and took the shirt, “Thank you Kook!” 

He put his shirt on and sood up, turning towards her with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a smirk, “Are you going to change right now? I would love to see that white lace.”

“Jungkook!” 

He shook his head and closed the suitcase roughly. He stood up and put on the black sweater and he placed his bucket hat on, not wanting anyone to look at him. He opened his hotel room door and before he stepped out, he glanced at his phone and wondered if he should have grab it. He shook his head and walked out. She wasn’t going to text him, what was the point of having it? What was the point of anything anymore? 

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Drabble: The Break Up

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¤━¤“Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.”¤━¤

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[metalbuckaroo]

🍒Be Good🍒

💋 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

🍒 WARNINGS// Smut, cursing, oral (m receiving), bucky being nervous and cocky all at once, a smidgen of subby bucky, big dick bucky, i think that's it.

💋 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒 NOTE// OK, finally it's done 😅

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

"Why are we here, exactly?" Bucky asked as the two of you walked into the shop that was filled with different sets of lingerie, sex toys and other things meant for sexual pleasure.

"If you're still serious about doing the video, we gotta get stuff to hide who you are." You shrugged, wandering towards a rack that held masks. "Well, I'm not very sure how many people have metal arms. It'll be kinda obvious."

"Nothing a jacket and some gloves won't fix."

You had expected Bucky to change his mind the next day, but so far he hadn't. He wouldn't say it outloud, but the thought excited him.

Even though you had told him there wasn't any actual sex involved, he just thought about the way your lips were going to feel around him and the glossy red lipstick you had worn in the videos would smudge against his skin and off of your lips.

"How about this one?" He pulled his gaze away from your lips to look at the black mask you held in your hand. "Would I be able to breathe in that thing?" He chuckled, taking it from you. "Well, yeah. There's holes."

Bucky lifted the mask to his face, holding it in place as he looked at you. The rubbery plastic covering from his nose down, leaving his denim blues visible.

Your lips curled up in a smile, raising your eyebrows. "You have really beautiful eyes." Bucky laughed lightly at the compliment, tossing the mask into the basket you were holding. "Thanks, cherry."

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Bucky's head was swarming with thoughts as he sat on your bed that had been covered with a large throw blanket, the backdrop blocking the off white color of the walls and your headboard.

You stood in front of him, one of his t-shirts covering the lingerie set you wore as you set up a tripod. "Okay, stand up." You said with a soft smile, clipping the garter belt to the stockings and looking to him.

Dropping to your knees one at a time once he stood, Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers worked at the button of his jeans. "I thought you said that pictures were first?" He said, exhaling slowly. "They are, but pants aren't required."

He nodded, his cock already stirring in his jeans at the sight of you on your knees in front of him- tugging the tight fabric down his legs so he could kick them off. "Just one last thing-"

Goosebumps raised on his skin when your lips pressed to his hip bone just above the band of his briefs. A bright red lipstick print gracing the skin when you pulled away and stood with a proud smile.

Sitting back down on the bed, Bucky cleared his throat. "Now what?"

Your foot pushed his apart, trying to keep your eyes away from the bulge in his underwear as he leaned back on his forearms. "Just relax." You shrugged, adjusting the leather jacket to show more of his bare stomach and making sure the metal of his left shoulder wasn't visible, before handing him the mask to put on.

He heard a few shutter clicks after you went back behind the camera, watching as you pressed a few buttons then took the few steps back to him.

"Get 'em?" Bucky said, swallowing thickly when you moved to straddle his lap. "Hands here." You moved his gloved hands to hold your backside, his fingers pushing the hem of the shirt up a little. "You sure?"

Bucky hated that he was showing how nervous he was to be in such close quarters, he'd wanted this since the day you moved in.

"Bucky, if you're not sure about doing this we can stop." You said, leaning away a little to look at him. "It's not that-" he shook his head, words slightly muffled by the rubbery plastic covering the lower half of his face. "I wanna do this."

He cleared his throat and gathered all of the confidence he had as he shifted under you slightly. Your hands resting on his shoulders as his gave a soft squeeze to the supple flesh of your ass, biting back a groan when you brushed the erection straining against his briefs.

A few more shutter clicks and you stood, Bucky finally taking a deep breath to calm the pounding in his chest.

"This seems a little unfair." He said, watching you lean to get your mask from the dresser. "How's that?" You mused, cocking an eyebrow at him

Bucky leaned forward to toy with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. "Take it off." His husky tone sent a shiver down your spine. Thought you tried to hide it by gripping the bottom of the shirt, lifting it up and over your head before dropping it to the floor.

You could feel his slate blue eyes piercing through you, his breathing uneven as his gaze raked over the way the two piece, lacy and white lingerie fit your body as you stood behind the camera again.

"Ready?" Bucky swallowed thickly and nodded, not looking from you as you sunk down to your knees again. Reciting the rules you told him yesterday in his head.

'No kissing, it's too intimate, and be good.'

He lifted his hips enough for you to pull his briefs down his thighs, your breath catching in your throat when his erection sprung out. Long and thick, the tip red and swollen, like it was aching to be touched.

More confidence washed through Bucky at your expression, lips parted as you pumped your hand along his shaft a few times. Eyes flicking up to meet his as your tongue poked out to catch a bead of precum leaking down from the slit, eliciting a low groan from him.

Moaning softly at the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, your lips wrapped around the bulbous head. Glossy red lipstick smudging to the skin just like Bucky had pictured it would.

It didn't take much for Bucky to fall into the rhythm and completely forget about the camera pointed at the two of you. Wanton moans and pants leaving his lips, muffled by the mask but still very audible.

His hand holding the back of your head as you swallowed him down to his base, drool leaking around your lips and down your chin as you squeezed the thick muscles on his thigh- moaning around him

Bucky was already so close from the feeling of your throat constricting around him, he wasn't sure how he fit but he didn't care, it felt amazing.

His body relaxed when you pulled away to take a few gasps of air as you fisted over him. "C'mon, cherry..." he panted, stroking the back of your head, knowing he couldn't tug the hair due to it being a wig.

He was trying to listen to your rule about being good, resisting the urge to fuck up into the warmth of your mouth or rut his hips onto your hand.

But, the manicured hand he had thought so much about was finally wrapped around his cock and he didn't know how much control he had left.

"Remember, you gotta be a good boy." You teased when you leaned up to talk in his ear, smirking when his cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck-" Bucky said in a low, drawn out moan when you took him in your mouth again, moving your hand to gently roll his balls in your palm as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

His eyebrows knitted together, hair fallen forward and partially shielded his face as his hooded eyes watched your every move.

You felt his balls and muscles in his thigh start to tight in your hands, his hand slipping down to hold the back of your neck when your cheeks hollowed to take more of him.

"Oh- fucking shit-" he hissed before a string of Russian curses poured out of his mouth, his release shooting down your throat.

The wicked smirk that plastered across your face when you pulled off of him made Bucky shudder, the grip on the back of your neck loosening. Watching you with a dazed look as you stood.

Bucky stood from the bed once he got his bearings again, pulling the mask off and cupping over himself as if you hadn't just swallowed his spend. "What about you?"

Lifting your head to look at him as you started to put the stuff away, you shrugged. "That wasn't part of the agreement."

He felt bad that he wasn't going to return the favor, noticing how your slick had soaked through the fabric of your lingerie. "But, you-"

You pecked a kiss to his cheek and patted his red tinted chest. "Just take the win, Buck."

As much as you wanted to, you were ready to cross that line yet. Maybe another day, but for now- the sated look on Bucky's face was enough for you.

Bucky cleared his throat and nodded, leaving your room and making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

He glanced down at the red lipstick smears when he shut the bathroom door, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled the velcro straps of the leather gloves and tugged them off.

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After both of you had showers and changed, Bucky stood in the kitchen with you as you cooked dinner. Trying not to think too hard about what happened less than an hour ago.

"Y'know, I didn't know you can speak Russian." You grinned, leaning back against the counter across from him. "Now you do." He said, lifting the beer bottle to his lips.

He knew what you were about to say from the teasing smirk that tugged you lips. "You liked being called a good boy, didn't you, James?" You cooed, stepping closer. "Shut the hell up." He muttered, looking to the floor.

Your arms went around his neck loosely, smiling up at him as your fingers messed with some of his long hair. "Awe, you did." You giggled, Bucky rolling his eyes at you. "You're gonna burn the food."

Bucky looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, Sam walking in. "Oh, fuck me." He groaned, turning so Sam couldn't see the strain in his briefs you caused from such a small amount of touch. "What are you two up to?"

"Dinner- stop barging in." Bucky snapped, eyes following his friend as he walked towards the fridge. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve is still whining about Peggy." Sam said the name in a mocking tone, holding a beer out towards Bucky. "I'm in my underwear and I'm not your personal bottle opener."

Raising his eyebrows, Sam nodded his head towards the bottle in his hand. Bucky taking it to pop the lid off with his silvery hand.

"Didn't they end it like- a month ago?" You asked, not looking from the pan on the stove. "Mhm, I don't think it will ever stop."

"Give him time, heartbreak isn't easy." You shrugged, a chuckle coming from both Sam and Bucky. "Someone break your heart? Please, cherry, they'd be stupid." Bucky mused, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"That's sweet, but everyone gets their heartbroken at some point." You pointed the spatula at him and he out his hands up in defense. "Ok, ok. Don't spank me." He laughed, the playful look in his eyes making you smile.

"Don't tempt me, I will."

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[luminari-mc]

(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 39

The penultimate chapter is here!

And just before the end of the new year.

There were some hiccups, technical difficulties and other things that delayed this part more than I anticipated.

Shout out to @asongeverlasting for beta reading for having such incredible patience with me.

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(Master post)

(Read the fic in a more condensed on Ao3) (Currently up to date)

If you do like the story, Comments and Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

But before all that.

Thank you.

This story has been going on for over 2 years now and yet so many of you have been sticking by and reading it. Seeing all of the comments, fan art, and tags has really made making this Fic worth it. Its also the reason that I want to make sure this ending pays off and delivers the joy to all of you that your support and kindness has given me. So be aware that the next update will be the big finale.

Alright enough Camembert,

Enjoy the dish in front of you.

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Fu started to stumble but quickly caught himself.

“Master, are you alright?”

Fu held up his hand.

“I am fine, Wayzz. It was nothing more than a dark shiver in my spine that threw me off balance. I just need to not let myself get rattled,” Fu assured

The turtle Kwami did not like the sound of that one bit.

“I don’t think we should be out in the open like this. Even if you can transform,” Wayzz insisted.

Fu’s expression turned stern.

“Sadly, I don’t believe that is an option anymore. Right now, we are in the thick of it. So until we meet up with Ladybug and Chat Noir, we must push forward”

Wayzz sighed.

“I understand the situation is dire, and communication with Ladybug is next to impossible, but you can't forget that you are the guardian. If something happens to you…”

The old man saw the worry on his small companion’s face. He took the kwami into his hand.

“I know you are concerned, but the reason I can be so sure is because I have you as my partner,” Fu said reassuringly.

Wayzz smiled at the comment.

“Very well, Master, then let us proceed on…”

Fu paused as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind him.

“Seems we have company.”

“Master, remember you said you only had 10 minutes while transformed.”

“Not to worry Wayzz, I won't need to transform.”

The elderly man prepared himself with a calming breath.

He turned to the direction of the sound, where he saw what appeared to be an owl themed akuma, armed with multiple gadgets approaching.

Fu started to stretch his arms and legs, preparing for the threat as it rushed towards him.

“It has been well over 50 years since I've used this in a fight. Lets see how my Mirakung Fu holds up.”

The owl akuma went to his belt and grabbed an owl shaped projectile. Throwing several of the razor sharp weapons.

Fu dodged the first two with side steps and rolled underneath the 3rd with a somersault.

“I believe Marinette mentioned this akuma, the one with gadgets and traps that nearly bested them. Dark Owl,” Fu commented.

Dark Owl didn’t say a word, and the white theater mask over his face hid any expression he might have had. The akuma, noticing that Fu was now in close range, decided to go for fisticuffs.

“You know, I think I read the comic you were based off of,” Fu continued as he effortlessly blocked the punches of the much larger foe.

Though he wasn’t sure how he would take down this opponent without focus. He needed to remember his training

Fu closed his eyes and he could picture his strict mentor. He could see those piercing eyes and forked eyebrows that were always in a scowl. He'd always wondered if that man had ever smiled once in his life.

“Mirakung fu is about overpowering your foe, taking their momentum, their strength, and using it as your own,” the old master stated as clearly as Fu remembered from that day.

Fu could hear the words of the celestial guardian echo in his mind. He waited for his foe to try another sloppy attack.

“You must flow like a river.” Fu took hold of Dark Owl’s arm and turned his back to the akuma.

“Be sturdy like the mountain,” Fu grounded his feet with a broad stance.

"Be swift as the wind, and powerful as a lightning strike.” Quickly as he could, Fu tucked his shoulders and flipped the akuma onto its back with a powerful thud.

“Then be as deadly as the night.” Fu took advantage of the akuma's prone position and executed a series of precise strikes against its pressure points. When he was done, the akuma was paralyzed.

Fu watched closely for a moment to ensure that he had properly neutralized the threat. Once he was certain, he got off of the akuma and bowed.

“We may not have seen eye-to-eye, but your training was very useful. Thank you, Master Su Han.”

Now that he was finished, Fu let out a sigh of relief.

“It is good to know that this fighting style is as good against akuma as it is against other miraculous wielders,” he commented as he tried to recuperate from the strenuous activity. Though he was in great shape for a 189 year old man, he still needed to catch his breath.

“Well executed, Master,” Wayzz praised. “That should keep this akuma from bothering us again.”

Fu nodded.

“Thank you, Unfortunately, We don’t have enough time to ensure that this is a permanent fix. We must hurry and find the heroes.”

Wayzz nodded and the two began heading down the hallway with a quickened pace.

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Mayura powered through her pain and dashed towards the door, but stopped when she realized the monstrous Horrificator was blocking her path, ensuring that there was no way to get past her.

The Reflekta servants moved in to attack her from behind, but the peacock villainess was not going to let herself go down easily.

She knocked them down with a swift sweeping kick at their legs.

The door is not an option. Looks like I'm going to have to go out the window.

Mayura started for the nearest window only to stop just short of a large purple cloud.

The original Reflekta and Princess Fragrance were standing side by side. Their white masks obscured their faces, but Mayura could tell they seemed smug.

“Cute.” Mayura opened her fan and used all of her strength to send the perfume onto the original Reflekta.

Using that as a distraction she moved forward to Princess Fragrance and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick, knocking her into the perfume cloud and into the confused Reflekta.

Mayura didn’t waste any time moving past them, but found her way blocked by an annoying red robot.

“Out of the way!” Mayura exclaimed as she jumped on top of him to get through the window, only to notice that Simularé had been waiting for her. Disguised as Lady Wifi, the sentimonster flung a pause symbol right where she was heading.

Mayura had hardly any time to react. Without missing a beat, she managed to swing her arm with enough force to change her course and dodge the projectile pause button, but ended up colliding with the wall, missing the window.

“Well that was amusing,” Simularé chuckled. “But you're not going to escape me. So just be calm and hand over the miraculous. There is no need to make this more difficult than it has to be.”

Mayura’s vision was blurry from both her illness acting up and her nasty face plant against the wall, but she could hear Simularé’s not so subtle threat. She knew she wasn't going to be able to keep this up. She needed to think.

Simularé readied another pause to fling at Mayura as she watched the blue villainess use the wall to stand up.

“You really think you can use the miraculous?” Mayura challenged.

The akuma started to move to surround her but Simularé raised her hand, silently commanding them to wait.

“What do you mean?”

“You know nothing about it. You don’t even know how to activate it, let alone use it for yourself. A sentimonster could never hope to utilize the miraculous.”

Simularé pondered that for a moment.

Mayura knew that the shapeshifter’s knowledge was on par with Lila’s, and Lila didn’t know much about the miraculous. She only knew as much as a standard viewer of the Ladyblog. They didn’t know about Kwami, or activation phrases. They didn’t know anything other than the fact that the miraculous Mayura was in possession of was responsible for their existence and that their existence could be taken away with a snap once the amok was within range. Mayura was counting on this. Though in truth, she had no idea if a sentimonster could use a miraculous, she knew that this would be enough to put doubts in the sentimonster’s mind.

“I admit it, I don’t know anything about the magical jewelry. My knowledge is lacking.” Simularé looked down, as if ashamed of their lack of expertise. “You are clearly the expert in the room.”

Mayura felt confident, her head was starting to clear up. She just needed a chance to escape.

“Well, I am glad we can agree on that,” Mayura said, now able to steady herself.

“But that’s why you are going to tell me everything that you know.” Simularé raised her head, staring at her with a malicious grin.

Mayura suddenly noticed that the foes she'd knocked down had recovered and were staring at her.

Mayura tried to take a step back but realized her back was both figuratively and literally up against a wall.

“Now, why don’t we make her one of us. Princess Fragrance? If you would be so kind?”

The perfume akuma moved forward, pointing its gun right at Mayura.

Mayura saw the akuma pull the trigger and jumped up with her super agility, just narrowly avoiding the perfume cloud. At her maximum height, she pushed her feet against the wall to kick off over the perfume cloud and her foes.

She managed to surprise the drone-minded akuma, but as she thought she had finally gotten free… she realized she was heading straight for another perfume cloud!

“What, but how did…” Mayura exclaimed in shock.

Mayura caught a glimpse from the bottom of her eye, and saw Simularé had shifted forms and transformed into Princess Fragrance. She had been played. Was there anything she could do?

Mayura went through the perfume cloud and landed in the center of the room. All the akuma faced her, waiting to see her reaction. She had looked at the ground for a moment, as if frozen. But then she looked up and turned to face Simularé.

“How can I serve you?” Mayura sing-songed, her eyes indicating that she was in a hypnotic trance.

Simularé shifted back to look like Masquerade. Now with a sinister grin.

“Tell me everything you know about the miraculous.”

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“Are you sure this plan will work?” Queen Bee inquired.

“When have my plans ever not worked?” Ladybug asked with confidence.

The blonde bee had to concede on that. Ladybug’s plans did always work out.

“If you two could start on that plan I would FUR REAL appreciate it.” Chat Noir called, trying to hide that he was starting to get overwhelmed by the stone golem's attacks.

The other two nodded at one another and went to put their plan into action.

Ladybug used her yo-yo to pick up a discarded backpack. She emptied the bag of its contents and looked to the bee heroine, who had grabbed the fire extinguisher from the case.

Chat Noir realized he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer and backed away from Stoneheart's boulder-like fists.

“Chat Noir, grab that rubber band and pass it to Queen Bee.” Ladybug called as she moved carefully out of view of the akuma.

Chat Noir looked and saw a rubber band on the floor. He swiftly dove and snagged it, then used his fingers to launch it right at the bee heroine.

Queen Bee caught the rubber band out of the air. She had already tied her weapon to the fire extinguisher. She then pulled the pin and used the rubber band to hold down the release lever. Now active, she swung out her contraption right at the akuma, using the release as momentum to increase the striking force of the extinguisher. The quick-moving projectile caused the akuma to stop attacking and block the canister with his hands. The force of the impact caused the pressurized canister to explode, and thanks to the amount of pressure already released, it was enough to only affect the akuma, which now found itself covered in the white foam and dazed by the explosion.

Ladybug jumped on the akuma’s back and put the opened backpack over its head, zipping it as much as possible to make it difficult for the akuma to remove.

“Chat Noir, if you would please.” Ladybug asked with a smile. “Queen bee, his legs”

“With pleasure Bugaboo.”

Chat Noir charged with his staff and made a leaping strike at the akuma right as Queen bee used her weapon to tie his legs together.

Ladybug jumped from the akuma’s back right as Chat Noir made contact.

The large akuma couldn’t maintain his balance and fell back into the door it was guarding. Breaking it down along with a massive section of the wall and creating a massive dust cloud. And it seemed that the golem was down for the count.

“Strike!” Chat Noir exclaimed with joy,

Queen Bee and Ladybug moved to where Chat Noir was standing.

“Nice set-up, ladies.” Chat Noir congratulated.

“I'm sorry I ever doubted Ladybug. That was awesome.”

Ladybug smiled. “You both did great, but now we need to be ready for the final boss.”

They would need to be ready to face whatever was beyond this busted down door.

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It was dark and cramped in the place she had been taken to.

Ms. Rossi wasn’t entirely sure where she was. All she could say for sure is that she did not like it. She tried to move but quickly realized her legs were bound.

She had no idea how long she had been out and she had no idea what was going on outside of her little cramped area.

She tried to move her upper body but noticed that her arms were tied behind her back. Someone had tied her up and tossed her in this small cramped area. As she tried to focus on what happened, she felt her mind flash to what she last remembered.

She had been in utter disbelief. The school principal had been showing her all the misdeeds of her daughter. It just didn’t make any sense. There was no way Lila, her little Stellina, would be capable of such things. But, the evidence was right in front of her and it was undeniable. She could remember the pit in her stomach, how she'd wanted all of this to be some sort of sick joke or a nightmare that she could wake up from. The thought of her little angel being anything but a kind-hearted girl seemed impossible up until this rather horrific revelation.

The next thing she knew, her daughter had busted in and confessed it was all true, and then turned the principal into a super villain! It was such a shock, she tried to ask her daughter what was going on and the next thing she knew, everything went black.

Ms. Rossi paused for a moment and thought about it. She felt she had found the reasoning behind her innocent girl’s evil behavior.

‘You act like you actually knew me. You know how much I love masks, yet you failed to realize I was always wearing one around you.’

Her daughter’s words echoed in her mind. Was that really her? Were those her daughter’s true feelings? Had she been playing a role this entire time?

The doubts of what she understood about her own daughter flooded the diplomat's mind. She tried to think about all the times she had spoken with her, all the times they laughed, all the birthdays, all of the vacations, the little girl that was kind and caring was in there. What had happened to her?

“I need to get to her,” Ms. Rossi stated with conviction.

She began struggling with all her might. One way or another, she would get to her daughter. She may not understand what's going on, she may not know how this whole Akuma thing works, she may not even really know who her daughter is right now, but she was certain of one thing.

She finally managed to rotate her legs and hit the door in front of her.

“Mama is coming.”

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Ryuuko and Viperion stopped in their tracks as the sound of a wall coming down echoed in the halls.

Ryuuko smiled at the sound.

“Well, now we know for sure where the real fight is,” she said as she drew her weapon.

Viperion touched the ground.

“Hmmm… Based on the vibrations… We take a right at this hallway and it should lead us to a staircase that will bring us right to the sound.” Viperion explained.

Ryuuko blinked, caught off guard by his confidence.

“Guess you still have your unique connection with sound.”

Viperion looked at her with a bit of confusion.

“What was I like before I lost my memory?”

Viperion seemed genuinely curious, but the questions were starting to get personal, and Ryuuko was realizing that this boy had a tendency to throw her off her game. She didn’t want to leave him in the dark, though, especially after how he saved her from experiencing what he was currently going through.

“I'll tell you if we walk and talk.” Ryuuko proposed.

Viperion smiled at that.

“Deal.”

The two heroes began making their way down the halls again.

“To put it simply, we only became friends recently. We have met a few times, but we were both more focused on other people. I might not be able to paint you a complete picture of what you were like. I can only tell you my perception. So, go ahead and ask any questions”

“Okay, but why would I be focused on someone that isn’t you? I feel like you are someone that is impossible to get out of my head. The me with his memories probably would agree.”

Ryuuko did her best to conceal her blush.

“We… we haven't really gotten to know each other, and like I said. We were both focused on other people. For me, it was Adrien, for you it was Marinette,” Ryuuko continued. “But that went out the window as those two have grown a lot closer.”

Viperion processed what Ryuuko was telling him.

“Well, good for Marinette and Adrien. Sounds like they figured themselves out.”

“I guess it’s easier to say that when you don’t remember them.”

“Probably, but I don’t see how two people finding happiness should make anyone upset.”

“What about if you liked one of them?”

“Even more of a reason to be happy for them. If you like someone, you should be happy that they found someone special.”

“What if you wanted to be that someone special?” Ryuuko asked with more hurt than she realized. “What if you thought you found someone that understood you for who you are, someone that you could talk to about things that no one else could relate to, but now you see that they have someone more special to them, and now you have to accept that you lost.”

Ryuuko had realized she had never really let herself vent, and it was in that moment that she noticed why it had made her so sad. She'd treated losing Adrien like it was some sort of fight. She didn’t hate Marinette, she was friends with her. She and Marinette had just happened to fall for the same guy, it didn’t need to be some sort of duel for honor. But here she was treating Adrien more like a prize to be won than a person.

Viperion put a hand on her shoulder, causing them both to slow to a stop.

“Well, isn’t that kind of beautiful? You were able to find someone that made you feel so much that you felt sad about it.”

Ryuuko had to admit, as crazy as it sounded, that the snake hero made a very interesting point. Sure, it hurt, and she realized that maybe her approach towards it wasn’t the best, but it was nice while it lasted. She couldn’t really say it was a negative experience.

“And… just so you know, you are someone special. And the next guy you fall for will be really lucky,” Viperion added softly.

Ryuuko felt her face heat up at that comment.

“Now let’s keep going. We should be close to the commotion,” the snake hero said, changing the subject.

Viperion let go of Ryuuko’s shoulder and was ready to head forward, but she caught his hand in hers, holding him back.

“Wait. You wanted to know what you were like.”

“Yea but that can…”

“You are patient.”

Viperion stopped and listened to Ryuuko speak.

“You are constantly making music references when you explain things. You were always thinking about Marinette, and you never let things bother you for too long. You can be strategic but incredibly soft-hearted. You are too self-sacrificing for your own good, which led you into this mess.” Ryuuko’s voice shook with emotion. Viperion felt his heart beating faster as he listened.

“You… are someone I am glad that I started to get to know. And I am sorry I didn’t start sooner.”

Viperion wanted to say something but before he could, Ryuuko summoned her courage and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“That was a thank you… for the you with memories. Now let's go!”

Ryuuko sprinted off towards their initial goal internally questioning why she did that and leaving Viperion to touch his cheek.

“Oh… I may not remember her, but my heart does.”

He ran to catch up with his speedy partner.

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“Fascinating. So that is everything?” Simularé asked, sitting back on Masquerade's throne and utilizing their master’s form. They had just listened to Mayura tell her everything she knew about the miraculous.

“That is all I know.” Mayura sang. “Hawkmoth would be the only one to know more than I, except for the guardian.”

“And since you created me, you can’t make anymore sentimonsters.”

“That is correct.”

Simularé stroked its chin.

“So, then how can we utilize this…”

The door collapsed, cutting off whatever they'd been about to say.

Stoneheart fell in after it, almost hitting Horrificator who just barely managed to get out of the way.

A massive cloud of debris concealed the ones responsible.

“Who dares break down my door!?” Simularé roared, impersonating Masquerade perfectly. “Reflekta, Princess Fragrance! Handle it. Horrificator, guard me!”

Horrificator jumped back and moved in front of the throne. Reflekta and Princess Fragrance moved near the debris cloud with their guard up.

A yellow top whizzed out of the cloud and tied the two akuma together before pulling them through the doorway and out of sight.

“What the… Gamer! Robostus! Deal with that!”

The small robot and super-powered gamer were about to act but a metal staff shot out and nailed the robot right in the center of its mask, like a cue stick hitting a pool ball. It was sent flying into the wall, causing the poor akuma to glitch from the damages. Gamer tried to step back, but a yo-yo reached out and circled his legs before it pulled him into the debris cloud. He tried to resist but failed.

“What is going on!?” The Faux Masquerade screamed in frustration.

Just then the debris cloud cleared and revealed three heroes standing with her akuma servants tied up by Queen Bee’s weapon.

“All right, Masquerade, it’s time for the last dance!” Ladybug exclaimed as she stared right at the villain she believed to be Masquerade.

“A purrfect line as always Ladybug,” Chat Noir praised.

The Masquerading Sentimonster stood up from its throne.

“Oh, is it now? You handle a few of my servants, and you think that makes you ready to face me? Don’t make me laugh! You are nothing compared to me!”

Queen Bee rolled her eyes at the arrogant statement.

“Is that what she looks like? I would never be caught dead looking so tacky! Hawkmoth really went low-effort with your costume.”

Masquerade growled at that snide comment.

“Horrificator, stick her to a wall.”

The monster roared before shooting a blast of sticky slime at the Queen Bee.

Thankfully Ladybug thought fast and pushed the tied up akuma in front of the attack just as Queen Bee moved away, causing them to get slimed to the wall in her stead.

Queen Bee pulled back her weapon now that the akuma servants that she had been restraining now had another means of being held down.

“Horrificator, stop being useless and take them down!”

“I got this,” Ladybug stated with confidence. She walked in with one hand behind her back.

Horrificator charged at the three heroes like a rabid beast.

Ladybug moved forward, holding something behind her back, waiting for the akuma to approach.  Just as it was about to strike, she revealed Princess Fragrance's perfume gun.

With a spray, the akuma stopped in its tracks.

“Go attack Masquerade,” Ladybug commanded.

The akuma stood frozen, like a statue.

Ladybug looked at the akuma, confused by its lack of movement.

“Well that’s strange,” Chat Noir commented as he poked the monstrous akuma with his staff.

Masquerade was even more perplexed.

“What is going on?!”

Ladybug pondered for a moment, trying to figure out this conundrum.

“Oh, I get it!”

“Oh? Do tell.” Masquerade said with annoyance.

“Your power takes control of people and makes them into akuma servants. Princess Fragrance's power takes control of people and forces them to follow orders. Since both were used on Horrificator, it caused her to freeze in place, as neither power could overpower the other. The conflicting orders cancel each other out,” Ladybug explained.

Queen Bee was still trying to wrap her mind around that. “Wait what the heck does that even mean?”

Chat Noir pondered for a second. How could he explain this to Chloé?

“It's like wearing a gold dress with orange accessories,” Chat Noir tried to explain.

“Oh gross, that clashes so bad that it doesn’t work!”

“That is kind of correct.” Ladybug stated confused.

Chat Noir delicately moved Horrificator to the side as the team looked towards Mayura and Masquerade.

“You are out of servants. Now its just us against you two.” Ladybug stated with confidence. “This is your last chance Lila. Surrender your akuma or we will take you down.

“Is that right?”

Ladybug was about to approach when Chat Noir suddenly yanked her to the side.

“Chaton what are you…”

Ladybug realized she had almost been turned into energy, as Timebreaker had dashed past them, barely missing her.

“Timebreaker?”

The skating akuma turned around and ended up in front of the heroes, standing in between them and the villains.

Moments later, an artist akuma with a jetpack flew through the front entrance, landing right next to Timebreaker.

“Evillstrator,” Chat Noir growled with a fierce gaze. He still remembered how tough this akuma had been.

“Evillustrator, give us some breathing room. Timebreaker, save us the trouble and take them down.”

The artist akuma drew a large barrier that separated the throne room in two, allowing for Mayura and the faux Masquerade to have a layer of protection.

“Mayura, go ahead and find Masquerade. These heroes are starting to become quite irritating.”

“As you wish,” Mayura responded before running to one of the windows and jumping through it.

“Damn it! Feather bitch is getting away. And now we have more pests to deal with? This is getting old!” Queen Bee shrieked.

“We can deal with Mayura later,” Ladybug placated. “And it doesn’t matter how many there are, these akumatized servants are still a threat."

“You gotta admit, Bugaboo, this whole ‘akumatized servants’ bit is getting kind of old. Maybe Hawkmoth is starting to run out of ideas.”

Timebreaker decided to break up their little conversation by going to tag Queen Bee, but just before she was tagged, a lyre flew in and smacked the akuma in the foot, knocking her off balance and sending her crashing to the floor in a gnarly wipe out. The lyre bounced back out of view and likely to the hand of its owner.

“What was that?”

Evillustrator, having finished his barrier, drew a giant pair of scissors to attack the group. The large scissors opened and prepared to snip but were blocked by the blade of a certain dragon heroine.

“Ryuuko?” Ladybug exclaimed in surprise.

“Looks like we made it just in time,” a voice called out before walking into view, revealing the snake hero.

“Viperion?” Chat Noir questioned in a manner similar to that of Ladybug.

Ryuuko used her blade to fling the scissors upward into the ceiling. “It's about time we found you. This school is like a maze!”

“But right now, we are here to help,” Viperion said as he strummed his lyre.

Simularé saw the two new heroes and felt a rush of dread. Things were not going according to plan. She hoped Mayura would be able to get to their master in time. They weren’t sure how much time they had left before the heroes busted through, and before they were discovered as an imposter.

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Mayura landed on a rooftop neighboring the school and took a deep breath. She felt incredibly relieved that her ruse worked.

Right before she fell into the cloud, she held her breath and didn’t breathe in the perfume. It had been a massive gamble and she had almost failed. But, she managed to pull it off and pretend that she was a helpful servant.

“That sentimonster is far too dangerous.”

Mayura did have to divulge some information regarding the miraculous to the Sentimonster, as she wasn’t sure how convincing her lie would be if she withheld information. As long as it didn’t try to take her miraculous, then it wouldn't be a big deal. It didn’t matter what she told it, because as soon as she sensed the amok, she was ending that monster’s existence.

The Peacock was making her way across the rooftops when she felt her vision start to blur.

“S***! not now,” she cursed as she just missed landing on a roof and ended up falling in the crevice between rooftops. She thought fast and caught herself, landing on her feet.

She could feel her head pounding from the intense pain. She'd thought she had overcome this earlier, but now it seemed that it was back with a vengeance.

“Need… a rest. Duusu…”

Without finishing she noticed her transformation drop. The sudden release of the transformation had the woman feel a bit of relief.

Unfortunately it was only a brief reprieve and before pain came flooding back. Nathalie felt herself begin to fall, but caught herself by putting her hand against the wall.

“Come on Nathalie, you need to get a hold of yourself,” she muttered to herself. The last thing she needed was for this to happen.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Gabriel. It went to voicemail, which was strange. Gabriel usually picked up when she tried to contact him. She sighed and figured she would leave a message. Even he needed bathroom breaks.

“Gabriel. Things are not going as intended. I will try and locate Lila. She seems to be out of the school. I will report back once things are stable.”

Nathalie managed to force herself to stand up straight. She started to walk cautiously out of the small alley.

“Okay, I just need to find Lila.”

“Looking for me?” a voice called out from above her. “Now why would Gabriel’s assistant be doing that?

Nathalie looked up to see Masquerade, flying in the air with Dark cupid’s angel wings. Gabriel’s partner in crime felt a chill go down her spine. She was supposed to be transformed before meeting Masquerade.

“I… I wanted to discuss with you the details of the Photoshoot you were going to be a part of. The one we rescheduled,” Nathalie lied.

Masquerade descended and the wings vanished as she touched her charm bracelet.

“Oh right, that whole thing. Yea, I decided I'm not interested in that anymore,” Masquerade commented casually.

Nathalie was shocked.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, let’s see. I just went through the worst day of my life, my classmates hate me, Adrien is dating that klutzy bitch who caused all of my plans to fall apart, and even my own mother knows about all of the lies I have told for the last two years. I doubt Gabriel would see much use in a pawn that can't even be liked.”

Nathalie felt a chill go down her spine.

“I see… that is unfortunate. I am sure if I talked with Gabriel he would still…”

“Don’t worry about that, I actually talked with him earlier.”

“What?!”

Masquerade revealed a devilish grin.

“Oh yes, and he was really something. Found out quite a lot of secrets from him. We really bonded.”

Nathalie took a step back, only to bump into someone. A tall figure with pale purple skin wearing a bluish-black pointed shouldered dress suit with white lapels and black and red downward-bent stripes on the front. Each lower sleeve had a white stripe. The figure’s hands were gloved and it wore darker black high-heeled boots connected to its black suit pants. But his face was covered by a white theater face mask.

Nathalie turned around and realized who the figure was — the akuma form of Gabriel, The Collector.

“Gabriel!?”

Nathalie tried to jump away, but the Collector held her in a bear hug. She admitted if this was any other situation this would not be a bad thing. But right now, it was one of the worst feelings. Nathalie tried to struggle out, but she could feel the dizzy spell coming back and the akuma’s enhanced abilities made him easily overpower her.

“Such a strong will, Nathalie. But the bracelet tells me you are hiding a lot of baggage.”

Masquerade raised her hand, revealing the glowing charm bracelet. Which was now dangling with countless charms.

“Release me! Release him. Stop this foolishness Lila!” Nathalie ordered. She knew that Hawkmoth couldn’t stop her now, and while she was like this, she couldn’t remove the amok. So Masquerade and Simularé were going to be running around without a leash.

Masquerade looked at the struggling woman and laughed.

“He will never love you.”

The sentence came out like a punch to the nose.

Nathalie stopped struggling.

“What did you just say?”

“I said he will never love you. Oh, sure he sees you as a valuable asset, a great assistant, but tell me, what happens if Gabriel finds a way to see his wife again?” Masquerade’s words were steeped in poison.

“You think you understand…”

“You want him to fail, don’t you?”

“What? What are you saying?”

“You want to hold him close as his last hope of ever seeing his wife again fades into dust. You want to be his muse, his inspiration, his beloved. But deep down you know he will never ever come close to feeling even a fraction as much love for you as he did and still does for her.”

Nathalie could feel the words cutting at her, but she was not planning on giving this akuma any sort of satisfaction.

‘You are trying to get a rise out of me. It won't work. I won't be your puppet,’ Nathalie thought to herself.

“Oh, you are trying to go strong and silent. Well, then why don’t we hear it from the man himself? Collector. Why don’t you tell us what you think of Nathalie.”

Nathalie felt her heart stop as the akuma restraining her started to speak.

“I will never love you like I love my beloved Emilie. Not even close. You are a great asset, but to say I have any feelings of romantic interest towards you would be deception. I owe you a great deal for everything you have done, and in the end, once I get what I want, I will be sure to reward you, but if it is my heart you are after, then you are sadly mistaken.”

Nathalie felt her heart break as the words beat her over the head. She knew it was true, she had always known. But hearing it, hearing him say it, it was soul shattering.

Masquerade took a mask from her dress.

“Oh, what a shame, but at least you will be useful to me, Nathalie.”

She flung it onto Nathalie’s face.

“You will be the Catalyst for the last part of my plan.”

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“And that should keep them from misbehaving,” Ladybug said as she finished spraying Evillustrator and Timebreaker with Princess Fragrance’s Perfume.

The two akumas remained frozen in place, now unable to move with conflicting orders in their heads.

“And that incapacitates all your akuma soldiers. You are fresh out of minions, Masquerade.”

Ryuuko picked up Evillustrator’s stylist and tablet, using it to erase the clear barrier that separated them from the masked villain.

The Masquerade mimic turned towards the window that Mayura had jumped through. They quickly began making a mad dash to the hole, only to smack into a new clear barrier, causing the illusion to break and the sentimonster to look like Volpina.

“You know, I happen to be an artist in my free time.” Ryuuko exclaimed. “But I think that is enough art for today.”

Ryuuko broke the stylist and kicked Evillustrator into Timebreaker, knocking them both into the wall.

Queen Bee laughed at that.

“Look at 'em fly like ragdolls.”

“I used a bit too much force on that.” Ryuuko lowered her head.

“Now's not the time for this.” Ladybug interjected. “I know you aren’t the real Lila. So where is she?”

The other heroes except Chat Noir were confused.

“Wait, that isn’t Lila? But that’s her akuma form.”

“Not exactly. That thing isn’t Lila, it’s a shapeshifting sentimonster,” Chat Noir explained.

The sentimonster looked at the group and sighed. It transformed into its more phantom-like form.

“Congratulations on your discovery. Yes, I am Simularé. My master is the True Masquerade. But it matters not. Mayura will be bringing her here soon. And by then it will be all over for you. You will soon fall to the power we have acquired.”

Viperion blinked.

“I'm lost, whose Lila? And who is Mayura?”

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at the snake hero, confused.

“He lost his memory when a weird akuma attacked us. He… forgot a few things,” Ryuuko explained.

“Hold on, You ran into Oblivio?” Ladybug asked.

“They called themselves, Dead Zone.” Ryuuko answered.

“Really? That’s weird. We never fought an akuma with that name. Sounds metal,” Chat Noir commented.

“It was not, it actually used bubbles and pause symbols.”

“Hmm, well Oblivio was made from Alya and Nino. Could it be that the akuma was some sort of fusion between Oblivio, Bubbler and Lady Wifi?”

“That is my assumption,” Ryuuko answered.

“Wait, they got to fight an amalgamation of akuma? Why did they get to fight something original and we had to fight repeats?” Chat Noir questioned, clearly a bit jealous.

Simularé realized they were being ignored.

“HEY! I AM TALKING OVER HERE!” Simularé screeched in anger.

“Oh cram it mask ghost. You aren’t even a real threat at this point,” Queen Bee snapped. “We just spray you with that perfume and you will be another conflicted ragdoll.”

“Oh please, even if it did impact me, that thing is empty.”

Ladybug sighed as she tossed it.

“Well, there goes plan A.”

“No one answered who Mayura was?” Viperion interjected.

“The blue lady with the feather fan,” Chat Noir said.

“Okay thanks.”

“No problem.”

Simularé felt someone trying to contact them.

“Master? What is it?”

“Simularé, status report?”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir are in the throne room. As well as three other heroes. Queen Bee, Viperion, and Ryuuko.”

“Oh? Well that is fine. Did you find Mayura?”

“I sent her out to find you. Is she not there yet?”

“How unfortunate, it seems she abandoned you.”

“But how? I thought…”

“It doesn’t matter. We need to focus on crushing the heroes.”

“But Master, what about Mayura? What if she…”

“No buts, Simularé. Forget all about Mayura. We will deal with her later. I have gotten a LOT of new akuma under my sway. Why don’t you try utilizing their powers? Wipe the floor with those heroes.”

“…Yes Master.” Simularé obeyed, unable to ignore a direct order from her master.

“Seems Mayura abandoned you. She must have known you will be getting your butt kicked.” Chat Noir commented.

The sentimonster’s mask-like face showed a look of anger.

“Oh, this form will do.”

The five heroes were stunned as they watched the sentimonster grow in size, becoming as large as a building and taking the form of a gorilla.

“Looks like they mean Monkey Business,” Ryuuko and Chat Noir said at the same time.

They both looked at each other.

“I didn’t know you liked word play!” Chat Noir exclaimed with delight.

“It is quite fun to make a witty remark,” Ryuuko admitted. “A friend of mine has been rubbing off on me.”

“Well you are both driving me bananas. We need to focus,” Ladybug interrupted, but with an amused smile on her face.

“Nice of you to…” Chat Noir began before being interrupted again.

“Next person that makes a monkey joke is getting my weapon shoved up their…” Queen bee threatened as she drew her weapon.

“Guys, giant gorilla attack?” Viperion chimed in.

“Right!”

The five got into position, knowing this was going to be a fight they would need to take very seriously.

“Do I have your attention now?” The giant sentimonster asked sarcastically.

“So, any ideas Ladybug?” Chat Noir asked.

“Actually, I might have one.”

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How will our heroes fight the new threat?

Will our heroes be able to best Masquerade and her Sentimonster?

Will I be able to actually get that part out before season 4 ends?

Will Masquerade end up taking over Paris?

How will this all end?

Please let me know your thoughts on the chapter and the story as a whole.

[lubdubsworld]

The Devil’s Own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.) 

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things. 

Chapter 1

“ Sign it. ”

I glared at him, feeling sick at the tone. The entitlement.

“No.” I said sharply and I could feel his anger swelling, morphing into something dangerous and deadly but I couldn’t care anymore. I was tired. Exhausted. This cat and mouse game had gone on , long enough. It wasn’t an even playing field, in any sense of the qword.

If today was the day I died, so be it. I would accept it. I would even welcome it.

I was done.

He had everything : an empire at his beck and call , enough money to pave the streets of Seoul in gold and an army of loyal associates behind him. His face was plastered on Billboards across the country , the President posted pictures of him on his fucking SNS and delegates from other countries had to wait weeks , just to get an appointment with the youngest billionaire South Korea had ever seen.

And yet none of those white collared dignitaries saw this side of him. The dirty, violent ruthless man who had more blood on his hands than anyone else in the country. My father’s. My brothers’.

Jeon Jungkook was both the most revered business man in the country and the undisputed king of Seoul’s criminal underbelly.

“You defiance only makes me want to break you in other ways Elena.” He said warningly and I felt my throat go dry. I stared at him, wondering how someone could look so expensively gorgeous and yet, like a hardened criminal.

The expensive silk shirt, the fitted slacks and the handmade shoes ought to clash with the dark ink that covered his entire arm and neck, the piercing on his eyebrow and the glint of metal on his tongue but it didn’t.

It just all came together to make him the most attractive man in existence.

I took a deep breath. Perhaps begging was the way to go?

“ You have my father’s company. You have my brother’s Hospital and you have the family mansion. It’s all yours. This bakery belongs to my mother. It’s all I have left of her. My sister in law is pregnant , due any day. She needs a place to stay and I don’t… I don’t have money to rent anywhere else.” I said desperately, thinking of the paltry wage I earned waiting tables. I could barely afford food for myself let alone for Jisoo and the baby on the way.

The bakery was abandoned but it had a roof. The furniture was crumbling but I could fix that. If I didn’t have to worry about rent, I could save up enough to make it livable. At least till I got a better job.

“I’ve offered you solutions for all of that.” He reminded me softly, eyes trained unblinkingly on me and I stared at him.

“I’m not going to be your whore.” I felt my voice shake.

He grimaced.

“You aren’t qualified to be my whore. And I don’t need one either. Whores are not my thing. I have a beautiful fiancée, don’t you remember? ” He grinned. I felt my heart ache because that fiancée was once my best friend. The only person I had trusted with my entire life. Lisa had betrayed my trust, had spied on my father’s operations and brought him down and I had the horrible, horrible inkling that she had also had something to do with my father and brother’s untimely death in a car crash.

But I couldn’t think about that. Every time I thought about her my heart broke and head spun, and I had to be at my maximum mental capacity if I was going to deal with her heartless fiancée.

“ If you ask me, you’re not fit for anything more than a back alley blowjob for a couple bucks. But Hoseok thinks you have potential. Join his agency, there are a lot of very wealthy men who have a bone to pick with your father. He made a shit ton of enemies. Most of them would love to fuck the defiance out of you. ”

His words felt like worms crawling all over my skin and I could feel the nausea churn inside me.

“I’m not signing the bakery over. You can call the creditors. I still have another year and half to pay the one remaining loan and they won’t come for me till then.” I felt my head begin to throb and Jungkook sighed.

“Suit yourself.” He stood up and I stayed still, watching his tall frame tower over me with ease. He gave me a small bitter smile. It was fraught with hatred and I stared back at him, knowing the emotion was probably mirrored in my gaze.

“Beautiful Elena. As pretty as the day you left me at the altar.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Your vengeance is petty and pointless and unfair…just like you.” I said angrily, frustration building u at his words. The way he talked about our broken engagement like it even mattered. It hadn’t even been real. We had hardly spoken and my father had called the wedding off at the last moment. But apparently, that had been the last straw for the Jeons. They had come after my father’s entire existence with a single minded intent to destroy him and they had succeeded. The man was dead . His two sons were dead.

But apparently it wasn’t enough.

Jungkook stared at me, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“Maybe. But it’s also deadly and potent. And it won’t rest until I see you reduced to nothing but a whore on the streets, spreading your legs for every man who can afford you.” He laughed. “ Saying no is a luxury , one that you’ll soon be unable to afford.”

I refused to be cowed, refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words scared me. Because they did.

They scared me so damn much.

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“This bed is so lumpy… I’m so sorry, unnie..” I said apologetically but Jisoo shook her head quickly, palms cupping my face as I held her elbows, gently lowering her to the bed. I stared at her feet, feeling my heart race at how swollen they looked. That can’t be normal, a voice whispered and

I didn’t know if that was normal and I had no money to take her to a clinic. The social center we usually went to only allowed three visits per month and we had used it all up. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and spend the thirty thousand won it would take but that would mean no groceries for a week and surely bread and eggs wouldn’t stretch that long, even if I could sneak meals in the restaurant for myself.

“I’ve been feeling a little dizzy…I’ll just sleep.” She said tiredly. She was thirty six weeks along, not due for another four weeks but her blood pressure was erratic. Her lab numbers were oscillating and there had been talks of an emergency c section. Even with insurance it was way more than I could afford but I had my own jewelry, a few expensive trinkets from my teenage years. I’d been obsessed with diamonds and my father had indulged me and I had a pair of earrings left. I’d already sold the rest but this would take care of the medical bills for the birth itself.

“My shift starts in ten minutes. I have to go. Give me a call if you need anything…” I said softly and I saw the familiar blank and listless look come into her eyes. I knew she was depressed, dealing with grief and pregnancy and loss but there was nothing I could do for her. Nothing. I had applied for a bunch of other jobs but they never wrote back. It wasn’t easy, being rejected over and over again but it wasn’t like there was much else I could do. And the truth was I was resigned to this, accepted that at some point I would have to take more loans and be stuck in an endless cycle of debt for the rest of my life.

And I had made peace with that.

There was no future for me. And I was okay with just surviving.

If only Jungkook would let me.

Apparently, watching me wipe down greasy tables and mop up floors and toilets trying to earn just enough to get a few square meals didn’t soothe his anger. It only fueled it. Jungkook couldn’t fathom that it had been six whole months of me on the streets of Seoul and I wasn’t completely destitute yet. I’d kept myself and my sister in law alive, safe and it pissed him off.

He wanted to see me broken and on my knees, begging him for help. The idea of me somehow surviving despite him taking everything away from me, it just didn’t sit well with him.

I couldn’t afford to have him as an enemy so all I could really hope was that one day he would wake up and give up. One day he would just wake up and decide that I wasn’t worth it.

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When I walked into my shift and noticed a familiar pair of high heeled Louboutins , completely out of place in my seedy place of employment, I knew I was in trouble. Lisa sat against one of the booths and her gaze was fixated on the door which meant she was waiting for someone. And when her eyes narrowed at the sight of me, I just knew I was the someone.

She wants to get me fired.

It wasn’t rocket science and I felt the urge to turn right back around and leave.  But I tamped down on it. I could get through this. I would get through this. Lisa and Jungkook got off on invoking reactions and I wouldn’t give them that.

Except it wasn’t that easy.

It was a nightmare, watching her demand and reject and walk all over me but the sleeplessness from the past few days made spacing out easier and I just stared away at the wall as she yelled and complained and made a scene.

“You’ve stopped fighting? Finally giving up? Good…” She hissed when the manager apologized to her and told me to meet him after my shift and I felt myself tremble in indignation.

“I won’t fight you or Jungkook, you and I both know I can’t afford to.” I said quietly and she went still, something flashing in her eyes for a second. It was gone before I could fully process it but it had been there. Guilt.

Lisa wasn’t a terrible human. She had been a dear friend. We had grown up together and she had even hugged and teased me when I’d been betrothed to Jungkook, all those years ago. I had been twenty back then, naïve and spoiled. While Jungkook had taken my father’s entire legacy apart, piece by piece, Lisa had been nothing more than a pawn. I remembered all the times I had let her home, how she would disappear for lengths of time.

Planting bugs all over the house. All over his office. Jungkook had been smart. Someone like Lisa, so fascinated by thr wealth she had grown up around would naturally jump at the idea of more. It wasn’t greed. It was human nature. And with her help he had destroyed everything my father had built over decades.

I shuddered. My father hadn’t been a good man. He had been greedy, yes. But he hadn’t deserved to die. And Jungkook would have to pay for that sin, someday.

“There’s a job waiting for you in Hoseok’s club.” She smiled cruelly , “ you don’t need this one.”

“The fact that you want to take it away from me, tells me that maybe there’s nothing left in you save.” I said blankly and she turned her nose up at me.

“I have Jungkook. I don’t need to be saved.”

I shook my head. She was so naïve. Men like Jungkook cared for nothing but themselves. But I wondered if women like her didn’t care for anything but the money that came with being his. Money was precious, I thought bitterly. I’d never realized how privileged I had been until I’d had it all ripped away.

“He’s the one you need saving from. And one day you’ll realize that.” I shrugged, not in the mood to offer her anymore life advice.  If she was alright with being a trophy wife in exchange for a few pretty shoes that was her prerogative.

Before she could reply,  my phone rang.

“Hello?” I asked nervously and I felt my heart drop to my knees when I heard who it was.

I turned on my heel rushing inside and my manager gave me a look of surprise.

“ My sister..she’s… she’s sick. I need to go.” I said desperately and his eyes narrowed. It was the worst timing. He was already annoyed because of Lisa and I stared in disbelief as he quickly shook his head.

“No. I’m sorry Elena…I just can’t let you leave like that…” He said sharply.

It was so unfair.

“I haven’t taken a single day off in five months…” I said desperately..” Please, she’s pregnant..She needs me, she-“

“If you leave, you won’t have a job to come back to. I can’t do this.. First you make trouble with a customer and now you just want to walk out in the middle of your shift without any notice…”

“Fine. Fire me.” I snapped, because I’d just had enough of it. I was exhausted, and tomorrow I’d go knocking on some other tore and I’d get a job. I lived in Seoul …How hard could it be? For now, I had to get to Jisoo. I had to get the hospital and things would be okay.

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It wasn’t okay.

“I… You want to keep her in? So soon?”

“Her blood pressure is through the roof. There are signs of severe pre eclampsia and we want to get her started on a magnesium drip. Steroids to help the baby’s lungs incase we need to deliver…”

“Deliver..?” I couldn’t breathe.

“Yes, I’m sorry…. If her blood pressure doesn’t come down we’re going to have to deliver.”

I nodded, glancing at the bed where Jisoo was sleeping, her face swollen and I knew that she was sick. Really sick. She looked pallid and ill.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked hoarsely.

“We’re going to do what we can… But I’m going to be honest, we’re looking at a c section, a lot of meds and also some time in the NICU for the baby…. Can you afford it? Your sister’s insurance only covers 80% .”

I blinked, completely thrown. White noise rushed through my ears,  a dull throb settling right at the base of my skull and beginning to spread all the way to my arms and back. It was panic mixed wth anxiety mixed with despair and I couldn’t quite cope. The earrings wouldn’t cover all that.

“Oh… Oh..yeah.” I said dully, “ Of course I can… Let me just…. Can I have a moment? There’s somethings I need to do.”

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I carefully slipped the cash into the envelope, swallowing as I sat on the pavement. I’d got another call from the hospital, they had administered the steroids but Jisoo’s condition seemed to be worsening. They wanted to try inducing labour soon but they wanted me to pay for the room and for the medicines, and apparently, the earrings weren’t as valuable as I thought they were.

I fought nausea wrapping arms around myself as I stared at the cars whizzing by, the putrid city air clogging my lungs as I tried to come to terms with what was happening. Jisoo needed help. She was the only one left and she carried my brother’s son. I felt my throat clog when I thought of Daehwan. He had been a good guy. I had loved him. It wasn’t fair, what Jungkook had done to my family, I thought miserably .

And the only reason I wasn’t driven by vengeance or anger was because I was nothing like Jungkook. I hated him. I didn’t want him to live in my head, didn’t want to waste any part of myself on him , not even my anger. But it was hard when he wouldn’t let me breathe, always at my heels like a wolf : jaws snapping and blood thirsty eyes trained on me at all times. I couldn’t fathom his obsession sometimes. Surely, his hatred was uncalled for now? He’d taken everything from me anyway.  

There was a dull roaring in my ears, one that said that this was not really a surprise. I’d thought about it way too often, had considered it countless times. Had even spent one absolutely horrifying evening scouring the streets of Seoul’s red light district just to see how sex workers behaved.

I’d also realized that in the face of desperation, dignity didn’t hold much value.

You are going to pay your debts on your back and on your knees.

The first time Jungkook had thrown it at my face, eyes glinting with glee, my stomach had rebelled so hard. I’d been absolutely infuriated, had thrown a vase at him. And it had been awful,  watching him catch it out of the air with ease, his mocking laughter making my bones rattle as he shook his head, “ That’s how this ends, Elena. Mark my words.”

And it was pitiful ,  that he went through life so consumed with hatred and vindictive cruelty that he couldn’t leave me alone . He was pathetic. That’s how I saw him. A pathetic child who refused to stop tormenting the helpless ant on the floor although it was no match for his cruelty.

At some point Jungkook was going to win. And his idea of winning was seeing me stripped bare of the one thing that kept me alive : my freedom.

It had just happened sooner than I’d thought.

Because I knew what it would mean, to go to Hoseok. He would own me. Hoseok’s whores were all slaves, tangled in his web so badly that there was no hope of escape. He wasn’t cruel but he was smart. No one left the his ‘ agency’ once they went in. I would be lost, forever. And I couldn’t stomach it.

I stared at my knees, fists clenched on the fabric of my skirt. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the contacts. I considered it carefully. I had to do this on my terms. Had to make sure I retained some sort of control here.

And I knew just how to do it.

Hoseok picked up on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“I need help.” I croaked out.

The deep chuckle made my skin crawl.

“Elena Gong. What a wonderful, wonderful surprise. What can I do you for?” He drawled.

“Well sweetheart, I’m all out of charity so you’re going to have to make it worth my while.”

I took a deep breath.

“I’m a virgin.” I whispered.

The line went completely silent.

“What?” The amusement in his voice died.

“You heard me and I’ll let you cash in on it. I’ll let you auction it off…” I tamped down on the burning protest in my lung, the screaming inside my head that said it was horrifying, that I was considering this. “ But only if you keep my terms.”

“What makes you think you have a say in that.” He said sharply and I laughed.

“I belong to your world, Hoseok. Did you forget that we were friends, once.” I whispered and he didn’t reply.

Laughter, kindness, a big brother I could always count on, hobi oppa, nine year old me with my fingers curled around his wrist as we ran all around the gardens , a smile so wide that he could spread sunshine on the gloomiest days. Different from Jungkook and Namjoon and Yoongi and the others. Willing to include a ‘ girl’ in his playtime. Lisa and I the only girls, not even fazed watching as the rest of them wielded toy guns and mock interrogation scenes, pretending to kill and maim and torture because that was the world we were born into.

“We’re not friends, Elena. Let’s get that straight. The only part of you that holds any value to me is th part between your legs. So tell me, what do you want.”

“When was the last time you auctioned off someone’s virginity? You know how much money you can make off something like that. Not just from the sale itself but from the entire night. Your club… Your gaming hell…. All of it.”

“You expect me to believe you’re a virgin. At twenty seven.” He scoffed.

“Put the word out, everywhere. If you find one man who says he’s slept with me , I’ll back off.”

“That would require me to tarnish your  family name. And you’re alright with that?”

I smiled biotterly.

“Isn’t that what you and your precious Jungkookie want? To see the last living Gong, be labeled as a whore and a slut.”

He didn’t reply.

“I’ll give you that. You can do it… You know that will only interest more people. As Jungkook so eloquently put it, most of them would love to fuck the defiance out of me.”

“What’s the catch. What do you want. ”

“2 billion won.”  I said firmly “It will be one night. One night only and I want enough money to pay off every one of my father’s debts, to get me an apartment for my sister in law and to support her and her baby for a year at least.”

“Done.” He said without missing a beat and I went still. What must it be like, to throw around money like that without a care in the world. And it sickened me that Jungkook was probably ten times as rich as Hoseok , the money my father owed him and his associates not even pocket change in comparison to his gargantuan wealth and yet, he stayed on my heels, snapping his jaws like a dog with a bone.

“And Jungkook doesn’t get to watch.” I said softly, knowing exactly what Jungkook would get off on.

That made Hoseok laugh.

“You know him too well. I keep forgetting he was madly in love with you once.”

I resisted the urge to vomit. Jungkook didn’t know love. He knew ownership. He didn’t love me, he thought he owned me. That I was his to play with…. For the rest of his life. And when my father had denied him that, just like a toddler in a toy store being denied a shiny toy to break and trample on, he had thrown a temper tantrum.

Except his tantrums always ended in death and destruction.

“That’s the deal. He doesn’t turn up there to gloat.”

“He’s heading out to Switzerland for a week , two days from now.” Hoseok said evenly.

“Good then. My sister in law…she “ I swallowed. “ She’s in a hospital in Yongsan. I’ll send you the address.”  

“I’ll take care of it. But I want you here tonight. I’m not going to drop a couple billion won on your head without making sure I’m getting my money’s worth. And I can’t have you changing your mind and bolting either. My reputation is on the line here. If I put out the word that I’m serving something so fucking delicious and then back out, they’re not going to want to buy Hobi’s wares anymore. You understand what I’m saying darling?” Hoseok drawled and I knew exactly what he was saying. If I agreed to this, it was blanket consent for him to whatever he wanted.

“I won’t back out. I can’t. But this is one night. One night with whichever bastard you choose and that’s it. I want out.  I don’t want you or Jungkook hounding me again. Ever.” My voice shook as I dug my fingers into my knees.  

“My men will be there in ten minutes. Sit tight, princess.”

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I stared at Hoseok as he carefully poured me a finger of whiskey, neat. He gave me a smirk and I shrugged.

“you remember.” I said casually, throat itching because it had been way too long since I’d had quality alcohol. I missed the burn,  the warmth , the numbness that followed.

“Of course I do. You could drink all of us under the table with little effort. It was spectacular.” He laughed and I leaned back against the couch, letting my head fall back.

“I was half certain that you would have a doctor around to make sure I’m a virgin.” I stared at him and he shrugged. “ Pointless. You’re twenty seven, you’ve probably had stuff up there anyway… Not like your hymen’s still going to be intact.”

I thought it was rather horrifying, that I didn’t feel nearly as mortified as I should. This was how Hoseok talked, matter of fact and open and that was why he was so popular. Anytime an important person came into the country, Hobi was the one who offered entertainment for the night. Hobi’s girls were always the prettiest, most well behaved and perfect. They were educated, knew what they were talking about and he didn’t force them into the life. They loved it, enjoyed it and it showed.

Not to say he was a saint.

Far from it.

Hoseok knew how to dine with kings in castles  but also how to wrestle with  swine in the gutter. The seedy brothels in Seoul’s back alleys were his as well, and he ruled his kingdom with an iron hand. The prostitutes there feared him, one look or word enough to silence any rebellion, any thought of escape.

He was called Hope. And yet somehow that was exactly what he denied the women under him. There was no hope here. There was only lust and power and money. You came to Hobi…. You never left .

I took the glass he offered, taking a small sip, savoring the taste.

“But you believe me. I wonder why.” I watched him closely and he scoffed.

“Between your father and Jungkook, no one ever really had the pluck to come anywhere near you  did they?”

Undisputable.

I sighed, leaning back to stare at him.

“Do you think dying hurts?” I asked softly.

It was frightening, how his entire body went stiff, eyes wide and jaw dropping.

“Elena, what the fuck-“

“Its just a question. You’ve killed people. You’ve watched them die… how do you think they feel?” I asked , curious.

“None of them wanted to die. If that’s what you’re asking.” The look in his eyes made me nervous.

I stared at him and the question was obvious. None of them wanted to die, but do you?

I didn’t.

“I’m not thinking of killing myself , oppa.  Stop looking so horrified.” I laughed. He shook his head.

“ Don’t joke about that. It’s not fucking funny.”

I sobered up, remembering with a jolt. Ah, of course.

“I’m sorry. I forgot.” I said quietly.

Hoseok’s little sister had killed herself when I was seventeen. She was a year older than me and her father had lost her in a wager to a seventy year old man, known for torturing his bedmates. She had heard the news, taken a deep breath and taken a deep dive off the seventeeth floor of the condo where she lived with her mother.

I’d been engaged to Jungkook by then. And I had almost wanted it. Jungkook wasn’t old at least… twenty one to my seventeen.

“Just so you know, he’s going to find out. And he’s not going to like it.”

I shrugged. Three years is a long time to be preyed upon and now my mind was resigned to a life of being hunted. Hoseok was right. Jungkook would find out and he wouldn’t like it.

Good.

“I don’t care what he does anymore. All I care is that Jisoo and the baby are left out of whatever plans he has…. If you promise me you’ll keep them safe , I’ll cooperate.”

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It was a baby boy.

I stared, fingers itching to hold the baby but it was impossible, the little one whisked away to the NICU right after with respiratory distress and Jisoo had gone into a seizure, eyes rolling back into her eyes.

She as alright now, resting in a VIP room with the best care money could buy. Hoseok had asked me if I was happy with the arrangements, and if I would name the boy after him.

I stared at the room, large and breezy and filled with flowers and gifts, toys and baby stuff and I knew right then that I had sealed my fate. I was going to have to go through with this. I could imagine how much Jisoo would protest when she came to her senses. The only relief was that it would take her a few days to be good enough to fight or protest. But then this would all be over and done with.

Jungkook would leave this afternoon. His flight was at three.

I would reach the club at five. The patrons would arrive at seven.

One night, I reminded myself , staring at the gentle rise and fall of Jisoo’s chest as she slept, my fingers playing with the soft skin on her wrist. The IV line went through her veins and I watched the gentle drip of it.

One night.

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I didn’t know how auctions happened and while I’d been prepared for the worst kind of humiliation,  Hoseok assured me that he wasn’t going to make me stand naked on some podium or something.

“Generally, I would do something like that simply for the flair of it but consider this a favor ….a respite because you were, as you said, once a friend.” He gave me an even smile and I could only nod in mute relief.

I was grateful. Beyond grateful.

And what was more, he hadn’t told anyone, who I was.

That stunned me. Because wasn’t that the selling point? The murderous, greedy mob rat Gong Hyo Suk’s only daughter forced to spread her legs for one lucky stranger? If Hoseok had cashed in on that he would have made a fortune. But he hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Would , whoever it was be upset if he recognized me?

I was led to a bedroom, large and tastefully decorated with silky satin sheets and dark curtains and dim lighting that lit up parts of the room and left other parts plunged in darkness. Hoseok had told me to wear whatever I wanted and I realized with a pang that he really didn’t see this as some sort of transaction. He was trying to make it as easy as possible without making any decisions for me. Offering me choices and options and some illusion of being in control.

I didn’t have anything fancy so it was just a dress shirt that I borrowed from Hoseok. I’d left the underwear off, eager to merely get the whole thing over with. I felt a sudden overwhelming urge to laugh out loud.

If Jungkook were here he really would have lost his damn mind, simply because of how little this whole thing affected me. And that was it, really. He was always desperate for a reaction.

Earlier when this whole thing had started, I’d obliged him with that. I would scream, rant and yell….launch myself at him like a wildcat, scratching at him , fists flying  and it was obscene, how much he seemed to enjoy that. He would press me up against walls and tables , fingers choking the breath out of my lung, just so he could see me struggle and push back.

He fed off from every negative reaction I offered him and it had taken me a long long time that the way to beat him was to become passive, unresponsive. I would go limp in his arms, stare at him blankly as he tried to manhandle me and that…that had pissed him off. Because that meant I wasn’t playing his game anymore.

If the prey wasn’t playing, the game wasn’t fun anymore. It was drab.

Boring.

And I knew that Jungkook kept raising the stakes, kept tightening the noose around my neck….just to bring that girl out again. The one that had wanted to put up a fight . The one that wanted to mouth off even with the muzzle of a gun pressed against her head. The one who would spit in his face in front of all his associates, even if it earned her a vicious strike of his hand across her face.

I shuddered. They weren’t memories I liked reliving.

Well, if that was who he wanted, I’d make sure he would never see her again.

The door opening made me jump and Hoseok came in , with a wide grin on his face.

“Baby…. Your guest for the night.” He said softly and I peered over his shoulders, my heart and mind grinding to a halt when I caught sight of what had to be the most breathtakingly beautiful man on the face of the planet.

I felt my heart begin to pound, fear taking over because this wasn’t okay. Not really. I was okay with old, creepy and disgusting , not able to get it up for more than ten minutes.

I wasn’t okay with someone who looked like they stepped right out of the latest issue of GQ.

Hoseok left quickly, closing the door behind him and the man stepped into the light, the brightness lighting up his perfect features even more. I felt my throat go dry, and fought the urge to get up and run. Growing up as the daughter of a mobster , I’d learned how to trust my instincts over appearances.

And right now, every single one of those instincts screamed at me that this man was absolutely dangerous.

“Well, you are beautiful. I’ll give you that. “ He said casually.

“Thank you.” I said stiltedly, watching as he tugged on his tie, pulling it off his neck deftly . Instead of tossing it aside , he wrapped it a bunch of times around his wrist over and over as he smiled at me.

“Don’t thank me yet. The only reason I like beautiful things is because of how easily they break.” He smiled.  “ I haven’t been with a virgin in a while…. I miss the screams.”

And there it was the full blown panic that came with stark terror. I crawled back on the bed, staring as he moved closer and there was no mistaking the look on his face, the harsh grip of his hand on my ankle telling me that I was going to regret every one of the choices that led me here.

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“Hoseok wasn’t at the airport.” Jungkook observed casually, glancing at Yoongi as the latter finished cleaning his gun carefully, eyes fixed on his weapon with utmost concentration.

“He’s holding some sort of auction tonight. Some chick …” Yoongi said casually and Jungkook hummed. It was not the kind of thing he was interested in. Anonymous bids were often boring : actresses or female idols past their prime, desperate to make some money to survive. He had no interest in those but he was a little peeved that Hoseok hadn’t told him anything about it.

Hoseok was one of Jungkook’s most trusted friends. He was almost as powerfully rich as Jungkook and the only reason Jungkook reigned supreme was because Hoseok had no interest in challenging him for the throne. Hoseok was dangerous and cunning and loyal and Jungkook was grateful to have him on his side and he had hoped to see him before leaving. Just to ask him to keep an eye on Elena.

He grimaced, hating himself.

God, he couldn’t go two hours without thinking of her. It fucked with his head, the amount of space she took up inside him. Jungkook , for all his wealth and power, was driven solely by his need to prove himself. He wanted to be powerful and terrifying yes, but more than that , he wanted people to know.

He wanted people to look him in the eye and acknowledge him for what he was : the most dangerous man in the country. He liked seeing that fear, that worship, that admiration. He got off on it. He wanted it , craved it and for some reason he craved it more from her , than anyone else.

And instead of giving him what he wanted, instead of begging on her knees for mercy, instead of licking his shoes and begging for him to let her live….she ignored him. She looked at him with defiance and pride, her chin straight and her back unbending, her gaze locked right on him like she was his fucking equal….

And Jungkook, he’d taken a lot of insults. Taken more than his fair share of hits in life …..

But when she looked at him like that , like he was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe….

Fuck it drove him wild with fury.

It made him want to teach her a fucking lesson, to remind her that he owned her because he owned everything. To break her down, snuff out the flames of defiance that burned so bright in those ember eyes… Take her into his bed and brand her with his body. Till she was on the floor, on her knees covered in his spit and cum begging for mercy….

Because no one looked at Jeon Jungkook like that and lived to tell the tale..

“Seokjin’s here. Landed in Korea a couple of hours ago. ” Yoongi said casually and Jungkook smiled a bit at that. He loved his older brother, technically a step brother and growing up he had only saw him when he visited his mother in China. That meant a couple of months a year and now as adults,  a bit more often because Seokjin loved Jungkook and liked to visit him often.

Seokjin was a celebrity trainer, working with actors and athletes and he did a good amount of modeling as well. He was rich,  handsome and well liked and the only thing that gave away the Jeon blood in him was the fact that he was a sexual sadist.

The face of an angel with a devilish streak, he had a penchant for sadism and inflicting pain on his partners and while Jungkook didn’t particularly enjoy indulging him, he knew there were women who were into that and usually had them arranged for when Seokjin dropped by in Korea. His hyung’s visit seldom lasted more than a few weeks at a time and it was a pity that he would miss out one whole week of it .

But the issue in Switzerland was a little pressing and Jungkook had to be there in person to sort it out.

He leaned back against the seat, staring out of the window, sighing.

“An unsullied dove ….What the fuck is this shit..” Yoongi muttered and Jungkook turned, curious.

“What?”

“Hoseok’s been hyping up some new girl for the auction and Seokjin hyung’s bidding on her.”

Jungkook laughed at that.

“Jungkook…..” Yoongi’s voice is completely stunned, his eyes confused as he looks up at Jungkook.”  Its Elena.”

Jungkook’s thought process came to a grinding halt.

There’s a sound between his ears, a dull rushing sound like the wind in a storm and he can’t quite comprehend what he just heard. Even Namjoon who had been buried in his laptop , looked up then, tugging an airpod out of his ear.

“Wait…did you say Elena?” His eyes were wide , lips parted in shock. Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged glances, no doubt bracing themselves for the explosion that was to follow.

Jungkook took a deep breath.

“Turn the fucking plane around.”

That jolted Namjoon out of his stunned stupor..

“Turn-? Jungkook what…. We’re on a fourteen hour flight-“ Namjoon began but the look on Jungkook’s face made him stop.

“DID I FUCKING STUTTER?”

Namjoon swore.

“Fucking hell… alright just calm the fuck down, Jesus…just put a fucking bullet in that girl’s head and spare us all the headache fuck…” He growled, unbuckling his seat belt and rushing to the cockpit and Yoongi groaned.

“ Let me guess you want me to get in touch with someone in Seoul and ask Hoseok to hold off on letting Seokjin near her…”

Jungkook glared at him.

“If you already know that why the fuck are you still here…” He growled and Yoongi gave him a look.

“Just tell her you’re in love with her and let us live, Jeon Jungkook.”

In love….. what the fuck….

He glared at Yoongi’s back, his asinine words making him madder. God he wanted to crush someone’s skull into dust with his bare hands.

And right now, in his head , that skull belonged to Jung fucking Hoseok.

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 “What just happened?” I asked, frantic staring at the door as Hoseok’s men casually led a fuming Seokjin away while the man himself stared at me, looking pale as parchment.

“ Jungkook found out.” He said shortly and I felt my heart drop although I was half relieved because there had been something insane in Kim Seokjin’s gaze when he’d reached for me , a cruel glint of hunger that told me he would have hurt me really badly if Hoseok hadn’t barged into the room , frantic and worried.

He had given Seokjin a wide smile and then, “ I’m so sorry. We were waiting on her blood results and turns out she has a…. well, certain occupational disease that is very infectious.”

Seokjin’s mouth had dropped open even wider than mine.

“I thought she was a fucking virgin.” He had snapped, and I flinched at how cold and furious he had sounded.

But apparently there was a reason this whole thing had happened.

“What do you mean Jungkook knows? What does that mean?” I asked frantically, fear taking over.

“ He’s heading back here… He wants to see you.”

I felt my entire body go ice cold as I shook my head…

“No…fucking no bring Seokjin back here , he can fuck me that was the fucking deal, Hobi, please don’t../…”

“Elena , I’m so fucking sorry.. Seokjin…he’s fucked in the head…. He likes hurting his whores, likes making them bleed and he would have fucking destroyed you…”

I gaped at him horrified.

“What?!” I hissed shaking my head in disbelief.

“He’s Jungkook’ stepbrother. I’ve arranged whores for him before, I knew he was a little crazy but I’d never seen him before and I didn’t know he was the Kim Seokjin…fuck he outbid everyone and fucker looks like a fucking angel, how the fuck was I supposed to know he’s unhinged? Thankfully, I messaged Yoongi and …. Fuck… Listen… I know I paid for your sister’s surgery but you’re going to have to pay me back….”

I felt my body convulse in rebellion.

“I can’t.. You know I fucking can’t…”

“I can’t make an enemy out of Jungkook…. I can’t.” Hoseok shook his head. “ You can get out of here now if you want but I’d advise you to stay. If you run it’s only going to make Jungkook angrier.”

“WHAT DID I FUCKING DO TO HIM?!!!” I screamed, feeling my composure crumble into smithereens. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE WANT FROM ME?!!”

Hoseok flinched, stepping back and holding his hands up.

“Whether I want to or not, I answer to Jungkook.  I shouldn’t have done this in the first place , I’m sorry Elena.” He shook his head and stepped back like the coward that he was and I wanted to hurt him. To shake him and ask him to fucking remember who I was. That I had nothing to do with my father’s sins . That I had been a fucking marionette in his hands, had wanted nothing more than to be left alone.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“So much for being a friend…” I whispered.

His jaw tightened. But he didn’t look guilty. None of them ever did. It was like guilt didn’t exist in their world. They did what they wanted to whoever they wanted , whenever they wanted and they got away with it because that bastard’s word was law. What Jeon Jungkook wanted, he got.

“I’ll get your clothes sent in.”

I watched him leave, the door slamming shut behind him and sagged against the bed, staring at myself. What had just happened?

Was I born to endless misery and misfortune?

Couldn’t I catch a fucking break?

I’d agreed to sell myself hadn’t I? Would have even let Seokjin hurt me if that was what he wanted. Because it was one night. It was one night of this…whatever the hell this was and then freedom. That was the deal.

The door opened again and I stared as a young girl brought me a pile of my clothes neatly folded.

“Do you work here?” I said sharply.

She blinked before bowing her head.

“Yes, mistress.”

I scoffed.

“Don’t call me mistress , I’m here to get fucked, just like you. Tell me does Jungkook ever use the women here.” I demanded.

She looked trapped, glancing at the door, clearly wanting to run .

“Tell me.” I snapped and she flinched.

“I..uh..yes. Sometimes.” She said softly.

“Can you tell whoever fucks him next to kick him in the fucking balls?”

The girl bowed deeply and all but ran out and I sighed, feeling myself shaking. Jungkook was on the way here and I wanted to yell and scream and rave at him but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. I wanted to deny him the satisfaction …wanted to act all cool and composed in front of him but it was impossible…

Because I hadn’t realized just how tired I was of this whole thing, till right this moment, when the end had been in sight. I was supposed to get my two billion won pay off all the debt , give Jisoo the rest of the money and disappear. I was so tired, so tired of this life I’d gotten trapped into, slaving over for hours on end just to afford a couple of meals a day. No friends, no boyfriends, no hope of a future …..

The door banged open and I jumped, crawling back when I recognized the man who had just entered.

“Yoongi-“

“Jungkook wants to see you.” He ground out and I swallowed.

“I need to get dressed. Please just wait outside.” I said shakily.

And then the door opened further and a tall looming shadow stepped in familiar and vomit inducing.

Jungkook looked livid, piercing glinting through the dimply lit room and I stared at him. He was dressed in a tight black t shirt, he sleeves stretched thin over his biceps and the tattoos stark against his skin.

“Leave us.” He said softly and Yoongi moved away to the door leaving me alone with the devil himself. I cursed myself for not putting at least my panties on, I was naked underneath this shirt and although it was big it left nothing to the imagination.

Jungkook’s eyes raked over my form before resting on my face.

“You think you’re smart enough to outsmart me, Elena?” He whispered softly.

I swallowed.

“Send you brother back in. He can fuck me and I’ll pay you back.”

Jungkook hummed, stepping closer and grabbing my clothes from the bed, he grabbed the plain white bra and the pastel pink underwear and then to my complete and utter mortification he brought the clothing up to his face, breathing in .

“Fucking pervert!!!” I screamed, feeling the action like a physical touch and wanting to claw his eyes out and the smirk on his face told me that this was exactly what he wanted but I was too fucking gone to care.

“If you want me to be a whore, fine. I’ll be a whore. But on my terms…” I spat out and he shook his head, laughing.

“I don’t just want you to be a whore, Elena. I want everyone to know that you are one…” He dropped my clothes and moved closer, holding a hand out. “ Come here.”

I stared at the inked fingers, adorned with sterling silver rings and bracelets with the motifs of his gang. I shook my head.

“No. I’m not playing this game with you.” I turned my face away.

His hand shot out gripping my upper arm with enough strength to bruise and I screamed, agony shooting up my arm and shoulders as he dragged me off the bed and onto the floor. I landed hard, hips and elbows bruising from impact and I stared at him in disbelief.

“I’ve been to gentle with you. You’ve forgotten your fucking place.” He bent over and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me to my feet so hard that it felt like my scalp had been ripped away from my skull.

“Okay…okay…Okay Jungkook..just…!!” I said softly, flinching because my pain tolerance was almost zero and Jungkook’s grip was so hard that my eyes were beginning to water now. He let me go, grabbing my panties off the floor and tossing them at me.

“I’m going to count to five. Put those on and get out.”

He walked out of the door and I stumbled a little fumbling with the fabric before quickly, slipping my legs in and yanking it up to my waist. I made to put on something else but his voice came, loud and impatient.

“Get the fuck out here.”

I walked out of the door and he was standing there next to Hoseok. I couldn’t meet either of their gazes , hating how they had so much power over my life. I stared at the floor. It was tempting to yell at them and scream but that never led anywhere.

“ I’ve asked them to stop the payment on the Hospital bill. Seeing as Elena hasn’t kept her end of the bargain.”

I felt my breath hitch at that, willing down the tears as I glared at him.

“What do you want?” I snapped. “ Tell me who you want me to fuck…. I’ll do it. Let’s get this over with so you can go back to whatever sewer you fucking climbed out of. ….”

Hoseok’s breath caught like he couldn’t believe what I’d just said and the look in his eye was a warning but I was sick of this. Sick of them all.

Jungkook turned to Hoseok with a laugh.

“You see hyung? See why I can’t let her go? If I let her scot free, everyone’s going to think I’m a pushover….that any worthless bitch can talk to me any way she wants and get away with it….” He shook his head, staring at me with a glint in his eye. “ I’m not going to choose. They are. You think you can charm your way into Hoseok’s heart and get special treatment? You think you’re ready to be a whore, Elena? Let me show you how a real whore gets treated in Hoseok’s club.”

He gripped my wrist, yanking me behind him as he stalked off down the narrow corridor that opened up into the club. I let myself get dragged out into the club dismally aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but Hoseok’s shirt. I could feel eyes on me but I kept mine on the back of Jungkook’s head as he dragged me all the way to the front. I knew what he was going to do and at this point I was just numb.

There was no point reasoning with the devil.

I glared at him as he pointed at the stage. “ Get up there.” He whispered harshly.

I stared back at him, not moving. I saw Jungkook’s jaw clench.

“Either you go up there by yourself, with your clothes on. Or I carry you up there, after stripping you naked. What’s it going to be? ”

I glared at him, pursing my lips before climbing up using the small stair in the side. I moved to the center, right in front of the stage lights, so the rest of the room would disappear. I had no wish to see any of the bastards in the room.

“I think all of you recognize this little beauty here, don’t you?” Jungkook’s voice was cheerful, friendly even and I bit my lips, fists clenched. “ Well, if you don’t let me tell you . This is Gong Hyo Suk’s daughter. Remember that bastard? He put a hit out on my father. Killed him and my mom on the night I was supposed to be marrying his fucking daughter. A daughter who later called off the wedding, because I was too poor now, to give her the life she deserved. ”

I felt the familiar ice cold guilt in my vein. I was seventeen, I wanted to scream. I was seventeen and all I did was say what my father asked me to say, do what my father asked me to do.

“ That was nine fucking years ago… and you know what I told myself…. I told myself, that a greedy little bitch like this, doesn’t deserve shit.” He laughed. “ If money’s what she values the most, then the only thing she deserves is to be treated like the whore she is.”

“Why don’t you guys tell me, how much money you’d be willing to spend, to fuck her? Come on, Hobi’s been treating you guys so well lets help him make some money tonight… be generous. ”

I could barely hear what they were calling out but when Jungkook climbed onto the stage next to me, I jumped. Moving back instinctively, I winced when brought a forearm around my throat nearly choking me as he dragged up against his body.

“90 million won….That’s a lot.” He grinned. “ Jihan hyung….. that was you right? You’re gonna pay 90 million won for her?”

I felt my heart race, it was a lot. More than enough for the Hospital Bills, would even leave extra to get a decent apartment somewhere... I grabbed his wrist as it pressed into my throat, trying to pull his hand off me but he just wrapped his free hand around my waist, wrapping his entire body around mine and chuckling into my hair.

Jungkook pressed his head against mine and I froze, hating the close contact.

“Okay…but since I’m feeling a bit left out here…Why don’t I pitch in… 500 Won.” Jungkook said loud and clear.

I froze. An eerie silence fell over the club, laughter stilling and the clink of glasses slowing down.

What.

I struggled to get away from his but his hold tightened.

“Anyone else?” He called out. “ Come on… Not even thousand? Surely you think this one here’s worth a thousand won? Aren’t you going to outbid me?”

No one responded of course they didn’t. Jungkook’s anger was palpable and no one was going to get on his wrong side …..

“Ahh… is that it then? Bid’s going to close for 500 won then…. Hear that baby?” He whispered against my ears and I swallowed. “ 90, million won to five hundred won in a few seconds… What does that tell you?”

“It tells me you’re a fucking psychopath in love with your own voice… Get off me.” I hissed.

“No. What it tells you is that only I get to decide how much that body of yours is worth, not you. . You don’t get to go sell your fucking body behind my back for two billion won and then pay off all your debts and ride off into the sunset, that is not how this works….”

I went limp in his arms fighting tears because he never played fair. Never.

“Hear that Hoseok-ah… I win her for the night for 500 won…fair and square…. Is that alright?” He called out into the darkness and I felt the first inkling of dread begin to seep in.

“No.. No… get off me.” I hissed and he laughed, dragging me off the stage with ease. I screamed, kicking out in disbelief.

Jungkook grinned at me, before grabbing both my arms and yanking them behind me, and I whimpered, unable to move as he easily pulled me along to the door that opened into the hallway. Behind us I heard Hoseok’s voice.

“Jungkook, don’t be impulsive. Think about whatever you’re going to do.”

I flinched at that, panic building.

“He’s not going to do anything. I’ll fucking kill him if he touches me , I-“

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch.” He shook me hard till my teeth rattled and I sobbed out.

“Jungkook…” Hoseok warned but he merely snarled.

“I know what I’m doing hyung, just…. Don’t disturb us. And make sure everyone here knows that she’s open for business.” It was loud enough to carry through the club and I felt humiliation burn my throat, acrid like acid.

I froze in disbelief.

“Jungkook …” Hoseok’s voice held a tone of reproach.

“ And tell them that her body is amazing. Tell them she spent the night with me , the best fuck I’ve ever had , mouth made for cock.”

I stared straight ahead as he pulled me all the way to the room we had left earlier and I tripped when he shoved me inside, landing on my hands and knees . I quickly rolled back around to land on my ass, crawling back as he slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside.

He stared down at me, mouth grim.

“You do owe me a wedding night. I was so ready to fuck your tight cunt, nine years ago… I think I’ve waited long enough yeah.”

I stared at him in disbelief. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, to yell and scream and protest and fight so he could get off and forcing me…. Fucking psychopath.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“If you pay for my sister in laws bills, and give me an apartment sure. “ I shrugged. “You’re not any different from any of the bastards here. I don’t give a damn which one of you idiots wants to rut into me like the absolute animal that you are…. I don’t care…” I said softly.

“you don’t? Really? You want me to tell you what your brother said when one of my men put a gun into his mouth…. He begged for his life…said he had a kid on the way….” Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “I told him it was better than what his father did…. My sister was six months pregnant when his lieutenant gunned her down on the streets.”

I shuddered, wrapping my arms around myself.

“Why are you telling me this…” I snapped.

“Because she didn’t deserve it did she, Elena? She didn’t fucking deserve to die like that , like a dog on the street when she had nothing to do with any of this…. She didn’t deserve it.” He growled, bending down and gripping my chin hard.

“Maybe she did deserve it.” I spat out. “ If I deserve to be here, maybe your sister deserved to die too. “

He snarled, hand flying to my hair and dragging me up off the floor in one sharp yank. I whimpered as he pushed me on the bed, before climbing on top of me. I felt like every bone in my body was about to snap in two, the weight of him unbearable on me.

“I won the bid tonight…. I won it fair and square… You signed the waiver didn’t you…that you agreed to the auction…I won and I’m going to fucking collect.” He growled, and I kicked out, trying to buck him off of my body.

“Get off me.” I hissed. “ I’m not letting you fuck me for 500 won.”

“How about for your Jisoo then?” He whispered and I went still.

“What?”

He chuckled, reaching down and I felt my pulse pound as he pulled his phone out, dialing quickly and turning on the speakers.

Yoongi’s voice made me go ice cold. Everyone knew what Yoongi did for Jungkook.

“Daehwan’s wife is in a hospital room in Yongsan. Hobi’s got the details. I think she’s served her purpose.”

“No!! JUNGKOOK NO!!” I  screamed , thrashing so hard my head began to spin but he grunted pressing down into me harder.

“Are you serious? I’m not home yet… I can take care of it tonight.” Yoongi said, voice casual and I sobbed, shaking my head in sheer terror.

“Okay… I’ll behave.. I promise.. please just don’t…”

Jungkook hummed.

“Well, that was easy… Yoongi-yah… why don’t you stay on the phone yeah…. Going to get that wedding night I’m owed and if my baby doesn’t co operate you know what to do, yeah?”  

I bit my lips, glaring into the sheets as he gripped my waist, pulling me up.

“Ass up like the bitch that you are, baby.” He whispered and I felt my entire body shudder in disgust. It was worse because I hadn’t done this before. Didn’t know what to expect. But I couldn’t let him know that. If Jungkook knew that I was a virgin, I could just imagine how much fun he’d have with that info.

Hands gripped my wrists, pinning them to the bed and I turned my face away when I felt the press of his lips on my cheeks. He gripped both my wrists with one hand, keeping them pinned over my head and I flinched when I felt his fingers pulling the fabric of my panties aside, just enough for the blunt head of his cock to press against my slit.

“Yoongi, you there?” Jungkook said softly and Yoongi grunted over the phone. I felt my face flame in embarrassment.

“You’re a sick bastard but I’m used to it. What’s up?” he said casually.

“Remember how we used to wonder just how tight Elena’s cunt was… back when we were in school.”

Fucking monster, I thought in disbelief. I hate him I hate him I hate him….

“Good times…” Yoongi chuckled lightly .

Jungkook pushed into me in one hard thrust and pain shot straight up my spine, my insides burning like he’d fucked me with a knife and not his body. I couldn’t stop the cry of agony that got torn of me, my eyes tearing up and tears spilling over onto my cheeks.

“Damn Jungkook, she okay?” Yoongi’s chuckle made me want to claw his face off, and just the urge to kill was growing inside me.

“Well, I can confirm that it is, in fact just as tight as we thought…” He grunted, thrusting into me at a pace that was inhumane, every push and drag of him rubbing my insides raw and I bit down on the sheets under me, afraid that I would do something absolutely humiliating, like beg him to stop.

“Good, you should let me take that tight ass for a ride someday then. With her permission of course…. I’m a gentleman after all. Big on consent.” He laughed and I swallowed the urge to tell him that I would puncture his balls with a switchblade if he came anywhere near me.  

“Oh, she’s going to do whatever I ask her to….aren’t you baby…” He grunted, “ Turn around so I can see you.”

He pulled out of me, his weight lifting off my body as he moved away. I couldn’t move, limbs numb and insides throbbing in pain . His palm landed on my thigh, hard and the sharp sting of it made me jump.

“I said turn around, I want to see your face when I fuck you.” Jungkook growled. I stayed limp, breathing hard and he grunted impatient, fingers sinking into my hair , yanking me to my knees and the movement made my legs scream in protest.

“How’s she so quiet? You fucked the voice out of her, kook-ah?” Yoongi asked amused and Jungkook pulled me by the hair, dragging me to the center and pushing me down till my head landed on the pillow.

“Hyung you should see her right now, all fucked out …. Like she’s never had a dick in her before.” He shook his head, “ Fucking slut. Take that off and hold yourself open for me.”

I stared at him, uncomprehending and he grabbed both my hands, placing them on my knees.

“Grab your knees and pull your legs back… So I can fuck that tight cunt the way I want to.” He said slowly, like I was a dog he was trying to train and I stared at him , defiantly.

“ Go to hell.” I whispered.

Yoongi’s laughter came from somewhere to the right.

“Your dirty talk needs work, Kook ah… Tell her she’s a precious little kitten and she makes you feel really good…. Bitches love that shit…”

Jungkook hovered over me, grabbing the back of my thighs and spreading them wide enough to make me whimper in pain.

“Is that so babygirl? You want me to tell you that? That you make daddy’s cock feel good?” He cooed, nudging the tip against me again and I had never hated anyone so much in my life. I stared up at his face, and he smiled at me, a cheeky little grin that made his bunny teeth stand out and for a second he looked so deceptively angelic and the glimmer of his piercing caught my eye.

I couldn’t help but swallow, gaze trained on the glint of metal on his tongue.

“You like that?” He grinned suddenly, sticking his tongue out for me to see, I felt my eyes widen at how sinfully good he looked .” Hyung she likes my tongue piercing.”

“Show her how it feels on her clit.” Yoongi laughed and I could barely fully process what I heard before Jungkook was crawling down my body, arms, curling on my thighs and yanking me onto his tongue .

I felt the press of his tongue on my slit, licking right into me and the jolt of pleasure was so unexpected, the pleasure so unwanted and yet so overwhelming and I couldn’t stop the way my body thrashed against the streets, lips parted as I practically mewled out in pleasure.

“Definitely a kitten…” Yoongi called out and I shuddered as Jungkook slipped two fingers into me , the ice cold press of his ring inside me making me jump. I wanted to pull away, grab his hair and yank him off but I couldn’t because it was

“Next time I’ll put the dick piercing in too, yeah? Fuck you with a bit of metal on my cock so you can feel that up there…. ” He laughed into my thighs and I screamed when he bit into the flesh there , hard.

“I’m getting bored… Either turn on facetime so I can at least jerk off to this , or I’m hanging up…” Yoongi called out .

“Hyung she clenches down on me every time she hears your voice… Just stay on for a few more minutes yeah, she tastes so fucking good, I’m gonna cum soon….” Jungkook added another finger, slipping in deep before spreading them apart inside me. I whimpered when he pushed his tongue in between the wet digits, licking into my walls and I could feel the ball of his piercing drag against my walls, ice cold and hard.

Was it fucked up that I did clench down on him again, my body apparently a slave to my base desires even as my mind screamed that he was the absolute worst bastard on the face of the planet.

“Elena, you owe me a blowjob at least for this…” Yoongi called out and I glared at the phone.

“I’ll bite your fucking dick off if you come anywhere near me.” I snapped.

“Fuck, I could get off just to that mouthy fuckhole of hers…..” Yoongi grunted.

Jungkook pulled away, climbing back up over me and lightly slapping my breasts.

“Now, how about you open that mouth and let me fuck it?”

Yoongi snorted from behind us and Jungkook glared at the phone before glaring at me again.

“Well?”

“You want to know how hard I can bite?” I said sharply, the pleasure ebbing away into nothing and resentment taking it place, the momentarily physicality of the situation fading and the reminder of who he was and who I was entering my sex addled brain.

“No.. You’re right…. But you know what, I’m not feeling it anymore. I was right.. you really aren’t qualified to be my whore. Your body…it’s frigid like a fucking popsicle…such a fucking turn off. ” He reached over and hung up on the phone.

“Now…”he whispered, leaning in closer and I yelped, when his fingers closed over my throat..” Shut your mouth and take what I give you like a grateful bitch.”

I swallowed when he pushed into me again, his pace steady as he fucked into me, eyes closed and I realized that he was almost fully dressed having just unbuttoned himself enough to get his cock out.

When he stiffened, spilling into me his eyes blew open and he locked eyes with me, wide eyed and for one horrible second he looked young and vulnerable and hurt.

I blinked as he pulled out, the sticky warm mess of his cum dripping down my inner thighs and onto the sheets.

“Well, that was much worse than I thought it would be.”  He said and I stayed on the bed as he grabbed his phone and buttoned himself back up.

He smirked at me and then reached into his pocket.

I quickly pulled myself together, ignoring the aches and pains and getting to my knees before reaching for my dress on the bed. it was kind of pointless because I still had Hoseok’s shirt on and I wasn’t going to take that off in front of Jungkook.

“Well, I’m a man of my word , Elena so…here you go..just as we discussed.” He tossed a coin on the bed and I stared at the engraved 500 on the shiny surface, feeling my rage swell inside me.

“If you still want to work out a payment plan for your sister’s bills …. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow?” He tossed his card on the bed before  moving away to the door.

Fucking bastard.

Author’s note : My whole life is filled with regrets . 

[missymurphy1985]

The Writer (Tommy Shelby X Fem.Reader) - Part One

Warning - SMUT (eventually)

Request? Yes

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @heidimoreton

You looked in the mirror, straightening out your dress and taking a deep breath. Your boss David, who also happened to be your older brother, had arranged a meeting with you in the offices of the Birmingham Herald at 6pm sharp.

On the way there, you couldn't help but marvel at how you'd ended up here. Your husband had died two years after returning from war having suffered severe injuries, and after you'd taken on his job at the Herald while he was away fighting, falling ill on his return and subsequently dying, your brother, the editor, had kept you on so you weren't destitute. It was against all the principles of the time, a woman working, but your brother never once allowed the other men at the newspaper to talk down to you. You were the best storyteller and strongest journalist they had on the books and he would always have your back. The other men had grown to look at you as a sister almost - you were blessed to be in the position you were in.

Arriving at the Herald, you made your way to David's office.

"Y/n, I'm sorry to call you in this evening..." He smiled, embracing you and offering you a whiskey which you gladly accepted.

"I never have evening plans David, you know that. What was so important it couldn't wait til morning?"

"We've had an incredible offer and I want you to be the one to report it. The story is made for you."

"What is it?"

"Thomas Shelby has agreed to an article on his life to date!"

"Thomas Shelby? As in the Peaky Blinders?! Not a fucking chance David..." You recoiled in horror. You knew the man's history very well, you'd gone to school with his younger brother John and the stories of the Peaky Blinders were infamous. You hated the man - the thought of interviewing him mad your stomach turn.

"This story could launch your career into the big time Y/n! Think about it! The most secretive, elusive man in the country wants to tell his story to you!"

"To the Herald."

"No, y/n, to YOU. He asked for you. By name."

"How the hell does he know my name?" You'd written your articles under a male pen name so as not to distract readers from the content. Not all men were as modern as your brother and coworkers.

"No idea, but he specifically asked for you."

You mind turned - no one knew you worked at the Herald. You'd kept yourself to yourself, even moving out of Small Heath after your husband passed away. You'd lost touch with John just before he went off to war. There was no connection to the Shelby family at all.

"The reason I dragged you in at 6pm is because he wants to make a start today. This evening actually, there's a car picking you up in 30 minutes."

"David!! I can't do this interview for goodness sake, I'm not even close to prepared!"

"You have 30 minutes! Pull your finger out!" He laughed.

You'd crammed as much as possible in that 30 minutes as you could - your mind was whirring at 70miles per hour when the silver Bentley pulled up outside. Glaring at David, who simply smirked in response, you got in the car as the driver greeted you.

"Arrow House ma'am, won't take long to get there," the driver smiled as you asked him where he was taking you. Arrow House? His home? Why would the most secretive man in Birmingham want to meet you in his sanctuary?

************************************************************

Pulling up outside the huge mansion, you couldn't help but be impressed. The gardens were immaculate.

A middle aged lady greeted you at the front door and offered to take your coat. You smiled and handed it over, as she led you through to the dining room. You took the seat she offered.

"Would you like some tea Ms. Y/L/N?" You nodded, and she signalled one of the younger maids to action.

"Mr Shelby will be with you in a moment, please make yourself comfortable," the lady smiled warmly and headed out the door with your coat. You looked around the room. A large painting on one wall of the man himself with a large horse. There was a smaller picture on a cabinet just underneath that caught your eye. A beautiful blond woman, with piercing eyes and a loving smile, holding a small boy in her arms. You didn't know Thomas was married, let alone had a son. The house didn't seem to have much of a feminine feel to it though, it was borderline drab in its decor.

"My wife, Grace. And my son Charles." A voice behind you startled you, and you turned to see Thomas himself walking towards you, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other.

"She's beautiful, Mr Shelby. And your son is adorable," you smiled, but he didn't return it.

"She certainly was." Your eyes grew wide as the realisation of what he'd said sunk in.

"Oh I'm sorry -"

"No need. It was a long time ago. Shall we get this over with Ms Y/L/N?" You nodded and he led you out of the dining room into a smaller one - clearly an office. The large oak desk sprawled out in front of the bay window. You took your seat opposite his at the desk and pulled out your pen and pad as he poured himself another whiskey. You shook your head when he offered you one, drinking the tea the young maid have brought in to you instead.

Your questions for him were simple at first. You asked about his childhood in Small Heath. His schooling. His childhood friends. Pretty much all one word answers, driving you insane, until you asked about his brothers.

"You knew John, didn't you?" He asked.

"Yes. Same year at school."

"Sadly, he's no longer with us. Shot by the Italians last year." You heart dropped - you heard through the grapevine that John had children and a wife and the news hit you like a freight train. You took a breath and a moment to compose yourself.

"I'm so sorry Mr Shelby..."

"I'm sorry too, I didn't realise you were so close?"

"We were close before the war. Lost touch after that."

"I don't remember seeing you with him?"

"My father wouldn't let me see him, so we had to be careful.."

"You and John were..."

"No no.. god no! Just friends Mr Shelby." He went quiet again, and sipped his whiskey.

Back to the questions. Mundane as they were, you needed them to get the full story. He wasn't forthcoming with the details. You had to really press him, but he spent most of his time drinking his whiskey and looking out of the window at the dark clouds rolling in outside.

"Listen, Mr Shelby, you clearly don't want this any more than I do so please, if you don't mind, I'd like to end the interview here." Your voice was stern, patience had officially gone out of the window he was so fixated with.

"Jack said you were feisty." You froze at mention of your late husband's name.

"How did you know Jack?"

"We served together in France. Good man."

"Is that how you knew my name?" He didn't answer, just nodded, again watching the weather changing quickly outside.

"Storm looks bad."

"If I leave now I should be fine." The first rumble of thunder made you jump, Tommy noticed your fear instantly.

"Scared of storms?"

"They used to scare Jack.." a second rumble had you grasping onto the chair.

"Stay until it passes." Was that a request or an order.. you weren't sure but he took your hand gently and led you into the hallway away from the window, into the main dining room again.

"Frances, have the curtains closed please." He spoke to the older woman who greeted you at the door and she dutifully obliged, closing the curtains in the large windows.

Tommy sat you at the table and gave you his glass of whiskey, your shaky hands accepting it this time. Every thunderstorm brought flashbacks of Jack's terror filled eyes.. his anguished cries of pain.. and ultimately the sound of the gun he placed at his temple before he took his own life. You took a sip of the warm liquid as Tommy sat beside you, a fresh glass of his own in his hand.

"Jack saved my life."

"He did?"

"Yes. We were underground digging.. we could hear the Germans on the other side of the dirt digging towards us... They broke through first and grabbed me. Jack beat them to death with his hammer to get them off me." Tommy's memory made you smile, and you laughed gently.

"He was always brave.. and strong. Put everyone else first. He never told me.."

"He never wanted praise, it was just part of his job. In return.. I said if anything happened to him I would make sure you were looked after."

"What?"

"The men at your office? They're under my watch. They respect you because you're a damn good writer, but they also know if they gave you any shit..." He raised his eyebrow and you couldn't help but smile. Even after his death, he was making sure you were okay. That was the Jack you wanted to remember.

"In that case Mr Shelby, I thank you."

"Call me Tommy eh? Here's to the bravest man in France." He clinked his glass with yours and you felt him almost begin to relax.

"I noticed a piano in the hall - do you play?"

"I did as a boy. My mother was a keen player, I used to watch her all the time. Gave it up after she died."

"I played for Jack all the time. It soothed him when he couldn't sleep." He smiled, a warm genuine smile that you couldn't help but return.

You'd spent the evening drinking whiskey and talking with Tommy, the whiskey hitting you much quicker than it did him, and you could feel your eyelids growing heavier.

"I have a spare room upstairs y/n, maybe stay tonight, I'll have my driver take you home in the morning." He stood before you had chance to argue and you followed him up the stairs.

He led you into a beautiful bedroom, the decor in here much more appealing than downstairs and the large oak double bed even more so.

"I don't want to impose Thomas..."

"That storm isn't letting up any time soon, and you're exhausted. You're welcome to stay. There's fresh clothes in the wardrobe. My wife was the same build as you, they should fit. I'll have my driver take you home at 7am. Goodnight Y/n..." His blue eyes lingered on yours a moment and you felt a rush of something you hadn't felt in a long time... Scaring you. Quickly looking away, you bid him goodnight.

[storiesforallfandoms]

stuck with you ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2102

request?: yes!

“Ooh how about an enemies to lovers fic where Colson and the reader get stuck in an elevator together please”

description: it’s hard to keep up a petty beef when you’re stuck in an elevator with your supposed sworn enemy

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, claustrophobia, panic attack

masterlist (one, two)

I don’t even know how the fight between Colson and I ever started, but I knew it was extremely prevalent even though we were forced to go on tour together.

The first big gig my band and I had ever gotten was to go on a massive tour with a bunch of other popular and legendary alt rock acts. It was sort of like Warped Tour, but under a different name. We were touring with the likes of All Time Low, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, etc. We were relatively unknown, so to be given this opportunity was such a big deal for all of us.

My feud with Colson had started before that. Again, I have no idea how it started. I don’t know Colson even knew. All we knew was that we hated one another, or rather we thought that we did. So when the full line up for the tour was announced, and none other than Machine Gun Kelly was on the list, I instantly regretted my decision.

“You won’t even be in contact with him,” my drummer told me after we found out the lineup. “It’s a massive tour, we have our own bus, and the likeliness that you’ll run into him in the hotel or even backstage is so small.”

“You also need to get over this stupid fight,” my bassist added. “You guys barley know one another, how can you be in a feud?”

“That’s the thing, he barley knows me and he’s ragged on me in interviews. Do you realize how much that could effect the reputation of the band?”

“You won’t even run into him,” my drummer repeated. “Just remember that.”

Well, I wish he was right, because I happened to run into Colson on our first night.

The four of us were staying in one hotel room, and in true fashion of a band on their first big tour, we bought enough alcohol to make sure we wouldn’t remember anything the next morning. I offered to go grab ice from the floor above us so we could keep everything cold, and decided taking the elevator was the best idea. The minute the doors opened, I wished I had taken the stairs.

Colson raised an eyebrow at me, glancing down at the ice bucket in my hand.

“I didn’t realize the house keeping went to get ice for the rooms,” he said.

“That wasn’t even clever. You’re starting to fall off Colson,” I said. “I’ll just take the stairs.”

“The floor is literally just one up, it won’t kill us to be in an elevator together for five seconds.”

I glared at him as I realized he was right. I let out an exaggerated sigh and stepped into the elevator, making sure to put a lot of distance between the two of us. Colson hit the button for the next floor up and the elevator doors closed.

It didn’t move.

I looked over at Colson in confusion, wondering if he was also feeling what I was. The look on his face mirrored mine, which was enough to answer my question.

He hit the floor button again, although it was already lit up. Nothing happened. He hit it again, and again, then furiously started jabbing it repeatedly.

“Stop, that’s obviously not doing anything,” I said to him.

“What else am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, see if the doors will open?”

He pressed the button to make the doors open, but again there was nothing. He started jabbing that one too, which resulted in me snapping at him to stop again. He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could the elevator jolted suddenly and a loud alarm rang out.

“Oh fuck,” Colson breathed. “Must be stuck.”

“Wait like...like we’re stuck in here?” I asked.

“That’s what stuck means, yes.”

I felt panic starting to rise in me. I dropped the ice bucket and started clawing at the doors, hoping to somehow pull them open. Colson put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me away.

“Hey, that’s not gonna work!” he said. “For one, you’re literally the size of a toothpick, and two, if the elevator is stuck we can’t open the doors. We’ll just have to press the help button and wait for something to happen.”

My breathing became heavier and I started to hyperventilate. I pressed my back against the back of the elevator and slid down till I was sat on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them tightly. I closed my eyes and tried to come down from my panic attack before it even started, but I knew it was no use. The feeling of the confined space in the elevator was baring down on me, I needed to get out of there somehow.

Colson knelt next to me and put a hand on my arm. I looked up at him but I was having a hard time focusing because of how violently I was shaking. Through my somewhat blurry vision though I could see a concerned look on his face.

“Hey,” he said, this time softer than before, “look at me. Are you claustrophobic?”

I felt like I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded instead. Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly turned back to the help button. He started jabbing at it the way he had the other buttons earlier. I was panicking too much to really care at this point. I felt like I was going to throw up, which made it lucky that the ice bucket was right next to me I guess.

“I don’t know if anyone can hear us,” Colson called, “but we’re fucking stuck in an elevator and one of us is having a panic attack! Someone get us the fuck out of here!”

I buried my head in my knees, trying to calm myself down. I tried to imagine that I wasn’t stuck in an elevator, that I was back in my hotel room with my bandmates. Unfortunately I was too far into my panic attack to calm myself down that way. My only hope was getting out of the elevator.

Colson came to sit next to me. I could feel his body close and, even though we were constantly fighting, there was just something comforting about knowing he was there with me. We sat in silence for a little bit, besides the sounds of my hyperventilating. I felt Colson’s arm move next to me, then a gentle tap on my arm. When I raised my head he was holding his phone out to me, showing me a picture of a young girl.

“That’s my daughter,” he told me. “Her name is Casie. She’s my entire world.”

“She’s beautiful,” I said, my voice very shaky.

���I don’t know what I’d do without her,” he said. “Whenever I’m having a bad mental health day, or I’m having an anxiety attack, I just think about the next time I’ll be able to see her and it helps me to calm down.”

“I didn’t even know you had a daughter,” I admitted.

“We don’t know a lot about each other.”

I nodded. “I know, I say that all the time.”

He smirked at me. “You talk about me, huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I do. We hate each other, so naturally I have to talk shit about you all the time.”

His face softened then, which shocked me a little. I had never seen him look so...well...just nice. When I wasn’t looking at him through a haze of anger from our stupid feud, he really did look...handsome.

“I don’t hate you,” he said.

“What? Of course you do. You always say shit about me, you even mentioned me in one of your songs recently in a negative way.”

“Yeah, cause I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

And in that moment I realized that I really didn’t. My dislike towards Colson was purely under the idea that he hated me too. I thought that was the way I was supposed to feel towards him, not the way I actually felt.

“Wait,” I said, uncurling myself from the ball I was in. “Are you telling me we’ve been fighting and having this stupid feud...and we don’t even hate each other?”

Colson awkwardly chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what happened.”

I tried to laugh too, but the elevator suddenly jolted again, which immediately brought back my panicked state. Colson wrapped his arms around me and held me against his chest, running his fingers through my hair and trying to calm me back down. Surprisingly, it worked at least a little bit.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while, actually,” Colson admitted. When I looked up at him, even he seemed shocked by this. “I always thought you were beautiful and I wanted to get to meet you in person. But when all this fighting started, I tried to push those feelings aside and pretend like they never existed, but they’ve always been there. I think that’s why I’ve said some extra harsh things towards you, just to try and make myself believe that I really didn’t like you.”

The silence in the elevator was deafening. I pulled away from Colson to look up at him. He averted his gaze to his lap, refusing to look at me at all. I could see red creeping up his neck, embarrassment rising within him no doubt.

I had a brief moment of courage build within me, and I decided to act on it. I cupped Colson’s face in my hands and forced him to look up at me. Before I could lose my courage, I pressed my lips against his.

He hesitated at first, like he couldn’t believe this was happening, but it didn’t take him long to melt into the kiss. His hands found their way to my hips, holding them gently as our kiss became deeper and more passionate. With little effort, he lifted me from the floor onto his lap so that I was straddling him. I ran my hands through his messy blonde hair, curling my fingers into the stands at the back of his head and pulling slightly. The noise I earned from this was definitely a moan, although Colson was adamant that it wasn’t.

Before we could go much further, the elevator suddenly rattled back to life and started moving. When the doors opened again, I nearly sobbed with relief. The two of us quickly untangled from one another and stumbled out into the hallway. The air felt so fresh and my chest, which I hadn’t even realized was so tight, felt like it was opening again.

“Thank fuck,” I breathed. “I’m taking the fucking stairs.”

Colson chuckled. “Can I walk you down to your floor?”

“Aren’t you upstairs?”

“Yeah, like two floors above you I think. But I’d like to spend more time with you before we part ways.”

I smiled and agreed. We walked down the stairs together in silence, but it was a much more comfortable silence. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, and neither could Colson.

He walked me all the way to my hotel room door. We faced each other for another moment, just smiling at one another. It felt weird to not be fighting with him in that moment, but a good weird.

“I should get up to my room I guess,” he finally said. “I have to be up pretty early tomorrow for soundcheck.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe...we could meet up there and continue what we started in the elevator.”

Somehow my smile got even bigger. “Okay, I’d like that.”

He nodded, his face bright with excitement. He said goodnight and headed back towards the stairs. I leaned against my hotel room door, feeling like a lovesick teenager all over again.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t carrying the ice bucket. I had definitely left it in the elevator, but there was no way in hell I was going back for it. I was prepared to explain the entire story to my bandmates, who I was sure had heard the last of mine and Colson’s conversation through the door. I was expecting so many questions about why I was gone so long, why they had heard Colson outside with me, and why I was smiling like such an idiot.

But instead, they looked at me for a moment and my drummer asked, “Where’s the ice?”

[jkstompers]

just to study | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: your seat partner asks if you’re free after class, just to study.

genre: fluff, college!au, established friendship, flirtationship, mutual pining, they go to a ‘frat’ party together, also yugyeom! a sweetheart<3 we love him.

warnings: mature!!, mentions of alcohol + alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, strong language, SEXUAL TENSION, mentions of dick sucking??, hints of a wet dream on oc’s end, very strong urges to kiss each other but no kisses today </3, that’s pretty much it!

word count: 7.4k (i...kinda went overboard)

authors’ note: hello!! this is a pt. 2 to sleepyhead! it’s based a few weeks after so yeah <3 also the pacing is kind of weird but… i don’t really know how being drunk is so............(＞人＜) i’m sorry about that! one scene was inspired by this post haha it was just so cute to think about i had to do it. ALSO i literally haven’t taken anatomy since high school so i just used random terms from quizlet T_T pls excuse that as well! but otherwise, enjoy!!!!!!!!! (っ^_^)っ

(if u see any typos...ignore them pls T_T)

side note: imagine jk looking like this when he goes to the party lmao classic fboy look with the camo bomber and his piercings ugh <3

banner pic creds here ! <3

you made it to class on time today, woke to your alarm and even had enough time to eat breakfast before you came. in a particularly good mood, you made your way up the stairs to the row jungkook was sitting in, hoping that the seat next to him was empty (you didn’t have to hope, jungkook always saved the seat next to him for you, no matter what.)

“good morning, ___!” jungkook’s voice greets you the same as always as soon as you appear next to him. he moves his bag out of the way for you to sit down.

he looks especially cute today. his long floppy hair framing his face, his sweet smile beaming up to you. you wonder how dumb you looked drooling over him for a minute before you replied, “hi jungkook, how are you?” with the same smile on your face that you show him every time he sees you. it never changes, but it never fails to make jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“i’m doing okay, you?” he answers while you pull out your laptop.

you didn’t have a chance to reply before your professor starts talking. informing the class about the test that’s planned at the end of the month, finals in two months, and then dropping the bomb that there’s a quiz tomorrow about the things you’ve learned in the past week. a slight panic takes over you, although you didn’t know why, you understood what he was teaching and you were retaining all of the information well. but when the professor pulls up all the information on the screen to review it all, all of the words and pictures overwhelm you.

to make things worse, jungkook is to your left, not paying attention to a word your professor is saying. instead, playing some game where he has to click his touchpad an obnoxious amount of times. your attention is split between jungkook’s erratic tapping and the notes that the professor projects onto the screen, even though his computer barely made any noise, his incessant movement was distracting you.

“jungkook, you’re taking notes and playing a game?” your voice comes out as a rushed whisper. there’s a snort that comes from him before he nods. you couldn’t be mad at him. “there’s a quiz on all of this tomorrow, you know?”

“i know,” he continues to tap and click, the motion growing incredibly annoying. you didn’t know why you couldn’t have just tried to block it out, but he was just so close to you and admittedly, you looked at his hands, a lot. the way that his fingers tapped against his keyboard and his veins that accentuate his already beautiful hands, it was free art you could look at, how could you not? at this point, you’re contemplating holding his hand to make him stop tapping.

you were in the middle of typing when he finally stops, leaning back and stretching his arms up into the air. you let out a sigh of relief, until he starts again. apparently he reached the next level on his game, tapping even faster, if that was even fucking possible.

quietly, you groan. turning your attention solely on him. you place your hand on top of his, the tapping ceasing almost immediately. “please, jungkook, you’re distracting me.”

he looks at your hand before he looks at you, his chocolate doe eyes wide to the action. he gulps, “sorry.”

you remove your hand, focusing back to the presentation. jungkook feels the heat from his cheeks travel to his hand. the feeling of your hand on his wasn’t something he was expecting to experience today, but he wants nothing more than for you to do it again. he exits the game tab and changes his focus to the lecture.

or moreso, you focusing on the lecture.

you look so cute. your cheek pressed up against your fist. he stares at the way that your forehead creases in concentration. he taps on your arm that’s resting on the table, “hey, you look like you’re stressed out.”

you turn your head slightly to look over to him. “that’s because i am,” you send him a quick smile before you go back to looking at the projection.

he furrows his eyebrows, “why? you’re smart, there’s no need to worry about what you get on this.” you were an a+ student, never anything less than that. jungkook knows that you ace every test that you take, so he doesn’t quite understand why you’re so stressed.

“because jungkook,” you groan. you expected a lot from yourself, sure b’s were okay, but a’s and a+’s were what you wanted and what you thought would make you feel satisfied. there was no way you could explain this without sounding like an overachiever. so you just sigh, “i’m just not really prepared.”

jungkook thinks of the perfect way to spend more time with you, snapping his fingers before suggesting, “we should study together after class, studies show that studying with someone else will give you an a+, guaranteed.” the confidence in his voice makes you smile, and helps you ease up a little bit.

you raise an eyebrow, a laugh creeping up from your lungs. “source for that statistic, sir?”

he taps his right temple, the gesture making you snort. “no but seriously, i’ll help you out,” he assures. his laptop turns towards you to show you all the notes he took, different words highlighted and colored differently.

you act like you think about it, staying quiet for a minute or so. but you know the answer was yes no matter what. “just to study?” you tease. jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face, “just kidding, we can go to mine? i owe you for the ride you gave me like two weeks ago.” you tap your fingers against your laptop nervously, your teeth taking in your bottom lip as you ask. you haven’t had a guy over to your apartment, not since you’ve moved in. there’s a certain anxiousness that comes with the suggestion.

jungkook nods, “sounds good.”

“okay, again.” you brush your hair behind your ears, preparing yourself once more for another pass of the flashcards. the two of you have been at it with these cards for the past hour or so, you were determined to get these right no matter how long it took. jungkook knew you were gonna get it down, you only had three more cards, these ones specifically stumping you.

“aponeuroses,” he looks at the card and then to you.

“connective tissue that forms a broad sheet which attach muscle to bone or muscle to other muscles,” you speak confidently. jungkook nods, moving onto the next card of the set of three.

“endomysium,” he reads the card. you hesitate on this one for a second, he plays with the corner of the card until you snap your fingers.

“that’s the connective tissue surrounding the… the— uh, oh! muscle fiber?” your brain works extra hard. jungkook rewards you with another nod, flipping to the last card.

“fascia.”

“dense connective tissue,” you begin, pausing to think of the rest of the answer. you start biting your thumb nail, knowing there’s more to it but it’s not coming to your brain quick enough.

jungkook just stares, watching your facial expressions as you search for the answer in your brain. this could be the worst crush he’s ever had, he thinks you’re cute when you’re just sitting there, thinking. he doesn’t remember ever liking someone this much, most of the time his crushes went away after a few weeks or so. but it’s almost been an entire year since he’s started crushing on you, and it still hasn’t stopped. you still manage to find a way to make his thoughts surround you.

“separates and holds individual tissues? it’s the one that extends into the tendons, right?” you perk up after a minute or so. your brain finally coming up with the answer. you blame jungkook’s presence for slowing you down. maybe you shouldn’t have accepted this offer to study together, because how could you focus when jeon jungkook is sitting right in front of you?

“you’re amazing,” he praises, setting the flashcards down onto the table. you blush at the compliment, jungkook takes notice, but he doesn’t mind, he thinks pink is pretty on you. he’s never wanted to kiss your cheeks as much as he did now, and trust, he’s thought about it many, many times. “all done?” he asks after staring at you for the longest time.

you nod, “just gonna highlight these terms to review them later so i can get it down 100%.”

jungkook watches as you diligently reread your notes and highlight them. an apple on the table taking his attention away for a second when he realizes he hasn’t eaten at all today. he takes a bite, the loud crunch noise seemingly startling the both of you. it makes you turn your head and raise an eyebrow towards him.

“sorry,” he chews, “hungry.”

your stare lingers a little longer than you wanted it to. his cheeks are full of apple, you can’t help but laugh a little. “there’s still the sticker on it,” you point out.

he turns the apple around to see the blue sticker. peeling it off, he holds it on his fingertip, an idea sprouting in his mind to see that sweet smile of yours again. so he places the sticker on your cheek, your gaze moving from your screen to him and then to the fruit sticker now stuck onto your cheek. “get it? ‘cause you’re sweet like this apple is,” he smiles.

oh my god. you blush embarrassingly, your entire face flushed pink as you hide your cheeks behind your hands. he laughs at your reaction. jungkook was feeling bold today, so he moves forward, gently taking your hands away from your face to see the cute pink tint he caused. he sits back, admiring your pretty face.

you feel yourself burning hotter and hotter the longer he stares, looking everywhere but his face, too scared to make eye contact. you look back to your computer screen, “um— there’s pasta in the fridge— if you’re hungry, i made it last night.” you offer, but he declines politely, telling you that he has to leave pretty soon because his friends are expecting him to join them today.

begrudgingly, you watch as jungkook packs his things up. he thinks about how content he felt hanging out with you today, and how he wanted to do it again, as soon as possible. a thought pops into his head before he opens the door to leave. he turns on his heel.

you weren’t expecting the sudden turn, accidentally bumping into his chest. “oof! sorry.”

“it’s alright,” he laughs, helping you steady yourself by holding your shoulders. “i just wanted to ask— uh, my friends are throwing a party tomorrow night, do you— do you wanna come?” his words come out jumbled, jungkook never fails to trip on his words whenever he’s near you.

tomorrow night...it’s a friday tomorrow, the quiz is tomorrow, why the fuck not? a stress reliever from all the studying you’ve done. “sure,” you answer after a minute or so of deliberation. you look up at him with a smile, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are.

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, the close proximity makes you hold your breath. “great! i can pick you up? be your DD?” he quirks his head, a smile that matches yours on his face.

you nod, “yeah, i’d like that.” with that, jungkook takes a step back, widening the space between you both as his right hand goes to hold the strap of his bag.

“okay, i’ll text you the details.” before he turns around, turning the knob of your front door and letting himself out. before the door closes, he sends you a wave, one which you reflect as he pulls the door closed. you move up and lock the door, your forehead resting against the cold metal slab.

you wonder if this crush will ever advance into something more. neither of you really push the agenda, most of the time just cutely flirting with each other and only talking to each other during class. maybe this party will be a chance to further the bond the two of you have. you could only wish that you could drop this nervous shield that pops up everytime you’re around him, but jungkook is just so cool. the campus heartthrob, everyone wants to be him or be with him.

for the rest of the day, jungkook seems to occupy your mind, as he always does. when you get to sleep, the fantasies of jungkook’s lips on yours drift you into a deep sleep, one that eventually leads to a dream that has you rubbing your thighs together. his hands were all over your body, his cologne that you were so familiar with tormenting your nose, it all felt too real. so when you woke up to the sound of your alarm, sweat beaded at your hairline. you took deep breaths, cementing the fact that he isn’t here, and he certainly isn’t doing those things with you right now.

it was not helping that you dreamt of him sexually on the day of your quiz, the one that you were immensely stressing over. now, you’re gonna have to walk into class, act normal around jungkook even though your brain produced pornographic images of him, (it’s not the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve had to face him right after it happened) and ace this quiz.

you tried almost everything you could to have cleared your brain of your dream sequence. taking a shower, eating breakfast, studying once more, etc. but when you’re walking into the lecture hall, flashes of the dream and the sound of his imagined moan echo in your mind.

you walk up the stairs with your eyes down, not sure if you could make eye contact with jungkook without turning red. “hey, ___, good morning!” the familiar voice greets you.

“morning,” you reply, dryly. taking the seat next to him and silently taking your laptop out, waiting for the professor to start the quiz. jungkook seemed a bit taken aback by your cold answer, but he took into account that you’re probably just super nervous and stressed out because of the quiz, so he doesn’t take it too personally. instead, just sitting back in his chair and waiting patiently to take the quiz as well.

at this point, you were psyching yourself out, swearing that you already forgot all of the terms. if you were quizzed on the parts of male anatomy, specifically jungkook’s, then maybe you could ace it, but the terms that you were working oh so hard to memorize yesterday slip from your mind. when the professor tells you to separate and start the quiz, you start to bite your thumb nail again.

jungkook takes a look over at you, noticing the bad habit of yours. he gently takes a hold of your arm, pulling your thumb away from your teeth. the action causing you to make eye contact with him and his big doe eyes that hold so much love and light. you find yourself a bit speechless then, too many thoughts running around in your mind.

he whispers, “you’ll do great, okay?” the statement soothing your nerves. his voice somehow makes your body relax, even though you thought you would freak out if you made any sort of contact with him.

“you— you too, good luck,” you mutter. a half smile on your face. you were grateful that jungkook broke you out of your trance, his words of encouragement suddenly placing you in the testing state of mind. the images from last night's dream seem to put themselves away for now.

the next twenty minutes are complete silence. everyone focused on the questions before them. of course, you zoomed through the quiz, prepared for the trick questions and the harder ones that come up. jungkook finishes after you. it wasn’t a surprise, jungkook didn’t even have to try, you swear you’ve never seen him stress out before. nobody was perfect, you believed that, but jeon jungkook was the closest to it.

“okay, class! the quiz will be graded by tonight hopefully, you’re free to leave,” your professor alerts the class. jungkook waits patiently until you’re standing, following you down the stairs and out the door.

you decide to speak first, since you greeted him with such a dry response this morning. it wasn’t his fault that you dreamed of him on top of you, so why were you punishing him for it? “how’d you think you did?” you asked, turning to look at him.

he shrugs, “good i guess, i think i fucked up on one or two questions.”

“was it the striation part? i think i messed up on that one too.”

he shakes his head, “you know you aced that, don’t lie.”

you stay silent, the two of you walking to the campus parking lot. neither of you engage in conversation as you usually do. the images of last night’s dream slipping into your consciousness once again. you try to shake your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts. nothing else to distract you from them because jungkook was oddly silent the entire walk. you fear that he can actually read your mind and see all of your thoughts. if he could, he doesn’t mention it. not saying one word to you until he walks you to your car, greeting you with a ‘see you next class!’ before leaving to go to his car. not even mentioning the party to you, you start to wonder if he regrets inviting you. up until you heard your phone ring when you parked in the lot of your apartment complex.

[10:24 am] jungkook: hey! forgot to remind u about the party 😫

[10:24 am] jungkook: ur still down to come, right?

[10:28 am] you: hi! yeah :)

[10:28 am] you: is there a dress code or smth? haha

[10:29 am] jungkook: not that i know of 😂

[10:30 am] jungkook: u can wear anything u want

[10:30 am] jungkook: ur cute whatever u wear

[10:31 am] you: oh stop it jeon ur making me blush

[10:32 am] you: but tell me :( should i wear something casual? pants? a dress?

[10:34 am] jungkook: 😂

[10:34 am] jungkook: it’s kind of like a frat party…

[10:35 am] jungkook: so anything is okay

[10:37 am] you: ah okay

[10:37 am] you: i’ll surprise u then ;)

[10:40 am] jungkook: alright :)

[10:41 am] jungkook: i’ll come by around 9 to pick u up? sound good?

[10:42 am] you: yeah! gives me enough time to nap and get ready lol

[10:44 am] jungkook: great :) see u then cutie

you wake up from your nap around one, you had more than enough time for you to get ready for a party. so you decide to clean your apartment first, little chores to waste time before you get yourself dolled up. when you finished, it was around seven thirty. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, all that good stuff before sliding on a simple black bodycon that you got last summer. styling your hair and spraying on your favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror. this wasn’t too much, right? lots of people wear stuff like this to frat parties, so you didn’t find it too fancy. the notification sound from your phone goes off, you move to check and see if it was who you were expecting.

[8:54 pm] jungkook: i’m here :)

[8:54 pm] you: ahh gimme a sec i need to pee haha

[8:55 pm] jungkook: take ur time cutie

[8:56 pm] jungkook: i’m right in front

jungkook only really had to wait about five minutes. the visual of you walking out of your apartment doors, looking the way you did, was breathtaking. his jaw drops, mouth slightly agape as he watches you walk up to his car through the passenger window. you are so gorgeous. it’s probably the first time jungkook’s seen you in clothes that really compliment your figure, most of the time you show up to class in hoodies and sweaters. so greedily, he takes in the way the dress hugs your curves deliciously. he shakes the thoughts from his head to get out of the car and open the door for you.

“what a gentleman,” you tease, getting into the car.

he joins you soon after, “you look...gorgeous.” jungkook doesn’t seem so shy now, his eyes taking in your beautiful self.

“thank you,” you blush under his stare. “is it too much?”

“no! no— not at all, all eyes will be on you tonight.” he smiles, turning the car on. now you were able to gawk over him. a simple outfit, all black with a black and white camo bomber. his side profile is perfect, his long hair draping over his face so gracefully and his piercings somehow sparkling in the dark of the car.

he doesn’t drive too far, somewhere in the suburbs where the big houses are. a huge iron gate in the front, seemingly too fancy for a frat party setting. jungkook rolls his window down to greet someone waiting in front of the gate with a couple of other guys.

“jeon! you’re late dude,” one of the guys gives him a handshake through the window.

“sorry man, i’m here now though,” jungkook laughs. the guy giving him the greenlight and opening the gate for him, jungkook parks inside on their stone driveway, decorated with a fountain and a beautiful garden.

“your friend lives here?” you inquire, impressed by the look of the place.

he nods, “fancy right? his parents are ceo’s.” makes sense, and it would also make sense as to why they were throwing a frat party here, rich sons always seem to stir up trouble whenever they’re bored.

he steps out of the car to open the door for you, always a gentleman. he takes your hand and helps you out, the two of you walking to the huge open double doors. as soon as you walk in, the smell of alcohol hits your nose, you try your best not to cringe. the blare of the speakers is the second thing you notice, along with the shouting of jungkook’s friends greeting him. “who’s this?” one of them asks, referring to you.

jungkook seems to hesitate at first, not really knowing how to introduce you. he settles by saying, “this is ___!” not attaching any ‘friend’, ‘classmate’, or anything to the introduction. his friend holds his hand out to shake yours.

you take it with a smile on your face, “i’m yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you!” a smile that reflects yours is on his face, it made you feel welcome. you were never really the type to go to parties, your time is spent working and/or going to school, but this interaction helps you ease up a little more.

“hello, yugyeom!” you reply, shouting over the music.

“do you wanna take a shot?” he asks. pointing to the enormous kitchen where they’re housing all the alcohol, you look to jungkook first who’s paying more attention to his phone rather than the conversation you were just having.

you shrug, “why not?”

yugyeom leads the two of you to the kitchen, jungkook following behind you blindly. he looks up from his phone, done with whatever business he was dealing with to ask, “where are we going?”

“taking a shot,” you answer, pointing to yugyeom who’s already pouring three shots.

“dude, i’m not drinking, don’t pour three.” jungkook tries to stop him before he fills up the third shot glass but his arm knocks yugyeom’s in the process, the bottle spilling the clear liquid into the third shot glass.

“i’ll take two,” you suggest, feeling a bit wild and down to venture out of your comfort zone.

yugyeom smiles at this, “i like her, jeon.” he hands you the two shot glasses full of vodka, jungkook stands next to you and watches as you down the first shot. your face cringing as soon as the alcohol touches your tongue.

“you didn’t even give her a chaser,” jungkook notices, scolding yugyeom who's already downed his shot and is sucking on a lime. “here, suck,” holding a slice of lime up to your lips. his choice of words disorienting you, especially since he was holding the lime up to your mouth instead of just handing it to you. your eyes flicker between the lime and his face, but nevertheless, you suck. sinking your teeth into the sour fruit. jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on how your lips wrap around the slice, slightly grazing his fingers. it’s not long before you’re making a cute scrunched up face from the sourness. “good,” he praises. you don’t deny the slight burn your lower belly felt when he said that to you. you swear he was making sex eyes to you, but you couldn’t tell. he broke eye contact with you soon after, throwing the fruit into the trash below the table that the alcohol was perched on.

yugyeom hands you another lime for your second shot, this time no jungkook to hold the fruit for you. the second shot burning down your throat with the lime chasing after, both yugyeom and jungkook cheer, congratulating you for being a trooper (even though two shots were their warmups).

the next hour or so, jungkook brings you around. he introduces you to his friends and making conversation with them. one certain group, you didn’t really enjoy. a group of five girls, clearly swarming jungkook as soon as he turned around from talking to another one of his friends. the girls ask how he’s been doing, all of the basic conversation starters. when jungkook tries to introduce you, they all turn to you and give you a little head nod before turning their attention back to jungkook. he stands there, conversing with them longer than he had with any of his other friends, and you found yourself getting, hm, jealous.

so you search around the room crowded room, looking for some way out. your eyes spot yugyeom in the backyard through the huge sliding doors, sitting on one of those lawn chairs with the one next to him empty. you decide to leave the group you were currently getting pushed out of and join yugyeom. he notices you when you step onto the grass, trying your best not to sink into the dirt with your heels. “you doing alright? where’s jungkookie?” he asks, sitting up.

you plop down onto the lawn chair next to him. “he’s in there,” you point to the house, “with five girls.”

the last bit of the sentence makes him laugh, a cackle where he holds his stomach because he was laughing so hard. “do you want a shot?” he offers after he recovers from his fit, pulling a tequila bottle out from nowhere.

but you agree, “two, please.” he fills the two shot glasses, but not completely like he did with the vodka earlier. there were no limes, or any type of chaser for you to take around, so you take the two shots like ripping off a band-aid, quick.

“you’re a funny girl,” yugyeom compliments when you’ve downed the shots.

“thanks?” you cough, the feeling of the alcohol still burning your nose and throat, “what did i say that was funny?”

“i think it’s because i’m tipsy, but that joke you made about jungkook being with five girls was hilarious.” he slaps his knee, almost making himself laugh up a storm again, but you weren’t laughing.

you raised an eyebrow, speaking with a serious tone. “it wasn’t a joke, he’s in there with five girls.”

yugyeom tries to collect himself, sitting properly on the lawn chair when he asks you to clarify, “you mean he’s fucking them? or he’s talking to them?”

you’re silent for a second before replying, why did you say it like he was in there fucking them? maybe it’s because he might as well be, so engrossed in whatever the hell they were saying to even notice that you were gone. “just talking to them,” you reply.

“that’s what i thought, jungkook isn’t like that anymore,” yugyeom nods his head, pouring another shot out for you.

“anymore?” you ask. he hands you the shot, you hesitate this time, starting to feel the effects of the first four shots you took. he doesn’t push you to take it. he just leans back onto the lawn chair as he sighs.

“you could say he’s retired,” he shrugs.

the term makes you laugh, “...a retired fuckboy?” you sit back into the lawn chair as well, looking up to the night sky. the shot glass forgotten on the table next to you. your body feels like it’s floating.

“yeah, he hasn’t really been doing stuff like that recently,” yugyeom spills. you stay quiet after he feeds you this information. yugyeom offhandedly telling you that you shouldn’t be jealous makes you feel guilty. why were you even jealous? jungkook was technically still just a friend to you. just because the two of you flirt every now and then doesn’t mean you’re together. of course he would be surrounded by girls, just look at him!

“there you are! i was looking all over for you,” jungkook interrupts your inner monologue. his voice comes from across the lawn, you look up to see him walking over to you and yugyeom.

“hi, jungkookie,” you smile up at him. the alcohol having more of an effect on you the longer you let it sit in your stomach.

he almost freezes up at the nickname, looking over to yugyeom and asking, “did you tell her to call me that?”

yugyeom holds his hands up in innocence, “i didn’t tell her to do anything, she’s like five or six shots deep though.”

you take the shot that was forgotten on the table and down it. “six,” you clarify.

“alright, slow down, iron liver,” jungkook jokes. yugyeom stands from the lawn chair, receiving jungkook’s telepathic signals to get the fuck up to he could talk and hang out with you.

“play beer pong with me later, ___! i’m gonna go look for eunwoo,” yugyeom points to you, giving you a thumbs up before leaving the backyard and moving into the house.

“feeling okay? think you might throw up soon?” jungkook asks, replacing yugyeom in the chair next to you.

“feel like i’m surfing, you know? like wavy,” you answer. the feeling was hard to explain, you weren’t dizzy but at the same time your brain was telling you to stop moving, even though you were completely still.

“ah, you’re getting there,” jungkook snorts. you didn’t have much willpower to answer, so the two of you sit there in a comfortable silence before a group of people coming towards, all greeting jungkook and you. they offer you a red cup, despite your current predicament. leaning against the chair and your droopy eyes, telling them that you’ve taken too many shots. a lightweight at her peak.

jungkook tries to deny it for you, but with a smile, you accept the cup. it was filled with the fancy mixed alcohol juice they had. “thank you,” you place the cup onto the table, “i’ll drink it.... later..” your words begin to draw themselves out. jungkook somehow finding a way to make the entire group leave, making it just the two of you again.

“give it to me, you’re starting to slur your words.” his hand is open, laying on the table and waiting for you to surrender the cup.

your eyes flicker from the red cup, to his face, then to his hand. a smirk on your face when you hold the cup up to your lips, tilting it back and drinking the cursed juice. you weren’t able to down it all, it was too much, you drank maybe ⅔ of it. you cough, taking in a deep breath as you try to steady yourself.

you weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk, but the way that his face looks in the moonlight was so pretty. so you just had to tell him. leaning forward, you speak, almost a whisper, “you’re so handsome.” you drag your finger across the expanse of jungkook’s hand. “did you know i have no gag reflex?” you smile, not your typical sweet smile that he’s used to, but a devilish grin.

jungkook’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing immediately at your remark. “alright, you drank way too much.” he takes the red cup from your hands, dumping it out onto the grass in front of you both.

“hey, i wasn’t done,” you pout, but jungkook didn’t give you much time to mourn your spilled drink before he was holding your arm, lifting you from the lawn chair you were sitting on. “where are we going?” you ask, trailing behind him with your hand in his.

“gonna get you some water and something to eat,” he answers. the two of you move through the house, jungkook pushes through groups of people and makes sure you’re safe behind him.

“i have to pee.” you tip toe to tell him your emergency in his ear. he stops at the stairs, knowing a bathroom where no one else goes. his friend specifically telling him to use that bathroom when they have parties because the other ones get way too gross.

he brings you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, opening the door to reveal one of the biggest rooms you’ve seen. “the bathroom is there,” jungkook points to the door on the left. you nod, your wobbly legs making their way to the toilet.

jungkook sits on the bed patiently, waiting for you to finish. he hears the flush and the sound of the sink running, the door opens and you’re coming out of the bathroom, pulling your dress down. “are we gonna have sex?” you utter, slurring the end of your sentence. your alcohol poisoned mind taking over your ability to speak.

his eyes widen at the question. “no! no— oh my god, this is just the room with the cleanest bathroom, we’re not—“

you’re next to him now, “you don’t want to?” you pout. glassy eyes looking into his.

“no! i mean, yes, i want to but— fuck, just— just not now, yeah?” jungkook stumbles over his words, his face blushing a blood red. your pretty face peering up at him makes him even more flustered, his hands start to sweat.

“okay,” you nodded. your drunken brain deciding to stop the interrogation of jungkook’s desire for you. to which jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, taking your hand and bringing you out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the driveway. he brings you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. “wait, are we leaving already? yugyeomie wants me to play beer pong with him,” you complain, wiggling your hand from his grasp.

goosebumps appear on your arm when you make it outside of the house. jungkook notices when he turns around to look at you. without a second thought, he takes his jacket off and places it over your shoulders. the newfound warmth shielding you from the cold night. he didn’t mind the breeze, especially since he was still recovering from the stunt you pulled in the guest room.

“we can come back later if you want, let’s just go grab something to eat first so you won’t regret this tomorrow morning.” his explanation is pretty solid according to your drunken brain, so you oblige, moving to sit in his passenger seat.

he joins you in the driver’s seat not long after. “can we get mcdonald’s?” you ask as soon as he sits down.

a smile appears on his face as he starts the car, “sure.”

the drive made you feel a little dizzy, it makes you laugh. “you okay?” jungkook asks, but you nod your head. he’s so sweet, always asking if you’re okay, making sure you weren’t feeling too awful, etc. it only makes sense that you were falling head over heels for him.

“totally fine,” you look over to him with a smile on your face. he’s so fucking pretty, his side profile is something you could rave about for days. as he’s pulling into the mcdonald’s drive through, he’s talking into the intercom, ordering the two of you something to eat when you’re suddenly mumbling, “mcflurry, kookie, oreo mcflurry.”

he looks back to you, an amused smile on his face, “oreo mcflurry?” he repeats. you nod, “okay, anything for you.”

he reiterates the request into the intercom and the server gives him the greenlight. he drives forward and waits until the next car moves up, in the time being, he looks to you. your head laying up against the door and your eyes slowly blinking, warning him that you might fall asleep. so he reaches into his backseat, his arm looking for the water bottles that he usually keeps in his car.

“hey,” he taps your arm gently, “drink some of this first.” he hands you the water bottle, you blink slowly, trying to figure out what he was handing you. once you realize it was a water bottle, you take it, opening it and gulping some of the water down. jungkook is grabbing the food when you’re screwing the cap back on. he parks somewhere in the parking lot and tells you to start eating.

you grab your mcflurry first, the feeling of the cold ice cream on your tongue soothing your dizzy brain. “yum,” you think out loud.

jungkook laughs, taking out his hamburger while he takes out your chicken nuggets. “make sure to eat some of this, yeah? don’t want you throwing up and hating me.”

the thought makes you smile. jungkook was taking such great care of you. sure, he let you down the alcohol like it was nothing, but you never opposed to it, always taking the shot because you wanted to. now jungkook is here, taking care of you, because he wanted to. you knew that if it were anybody else, they probably would have left you at the party, letting you fend for yourself. the sudden warmth in your chest makes you want to tell jungkook everything.

with his jacket wrapped around you instead of him, you can see the bulge of his arm muscles peek out from the short sleeved shirt he was wearing. even drunk, your brain seems to travel back to the images from your dream. “you know, i had a dream about you, a reeaaaallllllyyyyy dirty dream, jeon jungkook.” you blurt out the confession before your thoughts catch up with you, the alcohol still very much blocking off the common sense part of your brain.

he tries his best not to overreact, but you had a dream about him? a dirty dream at that? it awakens something in jungkook, but he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling as he asks, “you did? what was it about?” he curious as to what you meant and what your dream entailed, but he didn’t want to push too far. especially since you were drunk and most likely just spilling everything because your brain doesn’t have the willpower to hold it back.

you stick your hand into the bag to steal some fries, stuffing them in your mouth. “oh, you don’t wanna know,” you chew.

jungkook quirks a brow, “well, was i good at least?” he jokes.

you scrunch your nose, nodding nevertheless. “too good, couldn’t even focus during the quiz because of it.”

jungkook is silent for a second. the conversation making him hot even though he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. so he clears his throat, trying to change the subject in a subtle manner. “is that why you were so mean to me this morning?” he pouts, connecting the dots.

you laugh at the question, “sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear.”

with that, the rest of the time is spent eating. jungkook makes sure that you ate enough and drank enough water, the empty water bottle in his cupholder as proof. “do you want me to take you home now?” he asks, the two of you finished eating and now a silence takes over the car.

“are you going back?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. he thinks you’ve started to sober up, or maybe have gotten to the point where you just want to sleep.

he shakes his head to your question, “honestly, i’m kind of tired, but if you want to go back, we can go.”

“no, i’m okay,” you decline the offer. jungkook laughs, starting the car again and driving back to your apartment complex.

you take this time to try to get yourself together. you know you’ll regret confessing to jungkook that you had a wet dream about him in the morning. but in the moment, it felt right to confess, (to your drunken brain of course). you tilt your head back, pushing your head against the headrest, and suddenly, you’re reminded of the stars jungkook has on his ceiling. you were silent as you admired the lights, jungkook takes a look at you when he’s stopped at a red light.

so cute, he thinks, staring up at his ceiling like it’s the real night sky. when he pulls up to your apartment complex, he wishes the night could be longer, that he could spend more time with you. he parks the car in the front, exactly where he picked you up. you’re looking to him now, your hands in your lap and your heart seemingly beating three times as fast as it usually does. it wasn’t the alcohol.

“did you have fun tonight?” he asks. his voice never fails to make you melt.

you nod, “i did.”

“i’m glad,” he smiles. there’s a small silence before he speaks once more, “also, y’know, you don’t have to stress yourself out so much, i know you might have expectations for yourself and stuff, but you should give yourself a break from time to time.”

the alcohol’s effects fading slowly from your brain when you start to realize that the entire reason jungkook invited you out was to help you destress. it makes you fall even harder, he was so thoughtful. even though a party wasn’t your scene, he invited you to give you a glimpse into how he has fun and hoped that it would help you loosen up a bit. you were grateful for the mental break he provided you.

you didn’t reply, purely because you were thinking about how much you want to kiss him right now, but it wouldn’t be right. when he speaks up again, there’s a nervous lilt in his voice, scared that he’s overstepped. “if you need anyone to help you— i don’t know, let loose? you can— you can always call me.” he scratches the back of his neck.

but you try your best to reassure him, smiling at the offer. “i will, thank you for tonight, jungkook, i really enjoyed it, despite being a lightweight.”

he laughs, staring at the way your face cutely scrunches when you giggle. he too, is fighting the urge to kiss you, because right now isn’t a good time. he wants to do it right. he doesn’t want to fuck it up with you. so instead, he hops out of the car and moves to open the door for you. helping you out of the car and walking you to your door, your hand in his.

“i’ll see you in class?” you turn to face him, squeezing his hand.

he nods, “yeah.” his signature bunny smile coming out to greet you a goodnight. “text me before you sleep?” he requests. you give him a thumbs up before he’s letting go of your hand and you’re sticking the key into your door, it’s then that you realize that you’re still wearing his jacket.

“oh!” you exclaim, taking the jacket off and handing it to him. but he holds his hand out to stop you.

“keep it, you can give it to me the next time we hang out, or something,” he suggests. you try to hide the growing smile behind a nod.

you hold onto his jacket, “goodnight, jungkook.”

he sticks his hands in his pockets, sending you another grin, “goodnight, ___.”

jungkook drives home, his empty apartment welcoming him. he plops down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes he was in because he was that tired. the events of today running through his mind.

he hopes you don’t think he was doing anything with those five girls. he saw you walk away when you did, he tried his best to escape the conversation, but they kept pulling him back. he gave up after ten tries of trying to get away, standing there for a good fifteen minutes listening to them babble about how much they missed him. jungkook had never rolled his eyes so many times in a conversation.

the talk the two of you had after was another thing taking over his mind. your dirty flirting and your dream you mentioned in the car had his imagination running all over the place. he didn’t want to push you when you explained, but he was very curious as to what he did in your dream, and how good it was for you to have it run through your mind all day.

his phone rings next to him. he turns and opens it, a smile on his face when he reads your message.

[12:32 am] you: hi jungkookieeeeeeeee

[12:33 am] you: im sleeping noww

[12:33 am] jungkook: alright cutie

[12:33 am] jungkook: goodnight! again 😂

[12:34 am] you: goodnight <3

he turns his phone off after that. looking up to his ceiling with a dumb smile on his face. his mind thinking of you and only you.

[cevans16]

I Did Not Recognize You

Summary: WARNING - SMUT

Sebastian as Tommy Lee is sending you to another planet. I am not romanticizing Tommy Lee, this is about Sebastian in that role.

“Hey doll, what time are you coming over?” Sebastian asked you on the other end of the line

“Hmmmm well I can come over before you guys wrap up for the day, I want to see you in your role, its so different” you said to him

“I can send you a picture...” he teased you, you can practically imagine his smirk by the tone of his voice

“No, I want it to be a surprise, but hey I gotta go, I’m meeting with my agent really quick” you said

“Okay love you, see you later” he replied before hanging up.

You and Sebastian had been dating for almost two years now, first meeting on set for Captain America Civil War, you two had been dating other people at the time but became good friends. Once you were both single for a while, you hit it off and have been together ever since. The rest of the cast knew somehow you and Sebastian would date eventually, you were just like magnets for each other. 

You had a quick meeting with your agent in downtown LA before heading towards Sebastian’s set. You walked in looking for him but had yet to spot him, you spotted Lily James first. Well you didn’t recognize her until she called out for you.

“(Y/N)!!!” she yelled your name

You looked around, recognizing her voice but not finding her until she waved at you. 

“Oh my gosh! I did NOT RECOGNIZE YOU!!!!” you said running over to her to give her a hug. She looked amazing dressed as Pamela Anderson.

“You look HOT!!!” you said twirling her

“Thank you! As do you, I know Sebastian is here somewhere, you haven’t seen him yet have you?” she asked smiling

“No, I wanted to see his outfit in person” you chuckled

“Well I think he’s somewhere over here, come with me” she said leading you to another side of the set

You walked past two sets, you saw someone leaning on one of the walls but you didn’t focus on their face. Lily gave you a quick tour of the set, she was obviously hiding something because she had a mischievous smile on her face.

“You’re up to something aren’t you?” you asked her

“Noooo” she said but smile even wider

You narrowed your eyes at her motioning the “I am watching you” towards her. You could see her laughing harder which then confused you until you felt someone grab your waist causing you to yelp. You turned around to see someone with black hair, shirtless, covered in tattoos and nipple piercings, you were going to push him away until you realized it was your Sebastian.

“Sebas-” you said in awe not even finishing his name

“Did you not recognize me?” he said laughing

“No! I didn’t even recognize Lily, holy shit, I’m not normally into this look but you look hot baby” you said to him, not even realizing that you were eyeing him up and down.

“I’m still here” Lily said laughing

“I’m sorry....you set me up...this is why you were giggling” you said to her

“He was watching us from the other side this whole time, we made a bet to see how long it would take you to notice him...thanks for the twenty bucks” she said, bringing out her hand to Sebastian

“You owe me twenty doll” he said to you as he handed her the money, rolling his eyes

“Not my fault you look entirely different, I’ve never seen you with black hair, it brings out your eyes more” you said ruffling his hair softly

“She’s more in love with you now, I have to go I’ll see you two later at the bar” Lily said walking away leaving you and Sebastian alone.

“Babe, I don’t know why I am digging this look on you” you smirked at him. He leaned down to give you a kiss, then playing with the string of the straps of your summer dress.

“I can make it permanent” he teased

“Please don’t but I do enjoy it, you look hot, you’re going to kill it as always” you said to him, “stop playing with my straps” you said playfully smacking his hand away, he scoffed at you before pulling you in for another kiss. 

“I need you right now” he whispered in your ear, “let’s go to my trailer?”

“Sebs isn’t the staff still here?” you asked

“No most of them are gone for the day” he said shrugging.

“What are you going to do to me?” you raised your eyebrow at him

“Maybe I can show you if you follow me” he said pulling you towards his private trailer

You guys went inside, he made sure to lock the door, pushing you back and setting you on the counter

“Sebastian - I didn’t” you didn’t finish your sentence since he kissed your neck, getting your sweet spot causing you to moan

You pushed him back slightly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to push them down. Meanwhile Sebastian was pushing your straps down and pushing your dress up.

“You always kill me with this dress” he said to you kissing you back again.

“And you’re killing me with this look” you looked up at him.

He bit his lip, observing your face for a moment before he dove back onto your lips. One of his hands on your waist while the other hand trailed south. He gasped when he didn’t feel anything else underneath.

“No panties” he practically squeaked

“It’s been a while babe” you said back to him

Sebastian rubbed his fingers along your thighs, teasing you, you opened your legs further for him to get the hint

“Impatient are we?” he asked chuckling

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one that dragged me here” you said sticking out your tongue tongue. You were about to laugh again when you felt two of his fingers dive into your core, causing you to moan again. Sebastian fingered you deeper, moving his fingers in a hither motion. He loved his other hand to choke you gently with the perfect amount of pressure around your neck. You were a moaning mess, trying to close your legs at the sensation.

“Nah uh doll keep them open for me” he sternly said. You nodded your head, moving one of your hands to grab onto his forearm.

“Please... Sebs” you moaned

“What baby?” he teased

“I need you, I need your cock now” you said, gripping his hard on through his briefs, this time Sebastian was the one to gasp.

“Fuck.. I don’t have any protection on me doll” he said

“I don’t fucking care at this point” you said quickly

Sebastian stopped moving for a second, looking into your eyes, his blue ones staring deep into your soul.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “I know you’re not on birth control doll”

“I’m not....are you sure Sebs?” you asked him

“Uhmmm yes” he said moving his fingers out of you and sucking on them.

He moved closer to you again, you could feel his member slide along your wet core. He leaned down to kiss you again, trailing to your breasts, and back up to your neck

“I love you” he whispered

“I love you too” you said

Sebastian stroked himself a few times, moving himself along your slickness. He looked at you once more to see if you’d oblige, you didn’t, you bit down on your lip knowing what was next. You two had never had sex like this.

He slid in you painfully slow, allowing you to adjust to his girth, you felt yourself grow hot, your breath hitching when he bottomed out in you, you clenched around him causing him to groan.

“Fuck” you both moaned in unison

You kissed him back passionately, tugging on his hair gently, you moved your hips forwards causing his hips to stutter.

“Fucckkk doll” he groaned against your lips, he bit down on your lip, finally moving his hips into a steady rhythm in and out of you.

“Sebastian” you moaned against his lips, you could feel him smiling against them. You now began rotating your hips on his, both of you gripping each other closer, Sebastian hands were tight on your hips while yours were around his neck. Even though he was dressed drastically different, he still wore his cologne, intoxicating you beyond notion. You kissed his neck, gently biting down on his shoulder. You could feel yourself getting close to climaxing.

“Baby—- please” you kept moaning. You moved one of your hands to place them on the counter, allowing you to lift yourself up slightly so you could ride Sebastian.

“Ohhhh fuck doll don’t stop” he whispered, moving his body fully onto yours. You two became one, the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, you felt like the temperature was boiling at this point, you had one goal for each other.

“Babe I’m close” he said, his eyes fluttering at you

“Me too” you replied

“You sure?” he asked again

“Yes I need all of you Sebastian” you moaned

Sebastian went into overdrive, his gentle pace changed into a rough one, signaling that he was closer than ever. You never felt each other without protections, this time you felt like your senses were heightened down there. You couldn’t help but keep clenching around his girthy cock slipping in and out of you.

“Sebastian ....yes... yes... oh right...Sebastian!!!” you yelled, feeling your abdomen explode in pleasure. Your eyes rolling back, legs shaking around his waist, you felt Sebastian’s rhythm falter and then he pushed deep inside you, feeling him engorge within you. You heard him groan and then you felt his hot and sticky load spurt inside you, you never thought it would feel this amazing. You thought you would have another orgasm at the sensation of his cum exploding in you. He thrusted in a few more times, not allowing any cum to fall out. His head fell on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck that was - now I know why babies are made” he joked

“Shut up” you giggled smacking his shoulder. You turned your head to kiss his temple.

“I love you” he whispered

“I love you too” you replied

“Don’t get mad at me if I end up getting you pregnant from this” he said laughing

“Maybe I want to make you a daddy” you smirked at him causing him to scoff and then kiss you on your forehead

“I’d be okay with that” he said.

And that he was okay with, because sure enough, you had a positive pregnancy test three weeks later. You both already knew what had sparked that...