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sseomtada · 6 days

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being [ruben dias]

shenanigans ensue at erling's party & later, you're interrupted by a surprise visitor.

warnings: none | wc: 4966 | 6/8

“Should I go with sapphire or teal?”

You held both options up to your chest, head tilting in the mirror with scrutiny before spinning around to do the same for your best friend. She surveyed the outfit choices. One was a jewel blue two piece with a blazer and wide legged pants. The other’s color reminded you of a hue you’d find in a rainforest, with a cropped high-neck top and maxi skirt.

“Second fit.” Aki came to her conclusion.

That’s what you were leaning more towards too. You loved the competitor, but it felt a little too CEO for a party. She wrapped up steaming out her corseted pink mini dress and summoned you to her vanity where she curled your hair.

“Should I expect to see any of your suitors tonight?” Your eyes met hers in the mirror.

Her expression soured. “Absolutely not. Why would I bring a packed lunch to a buffet?”

That nearly made your ear get burnt off as you cackled. The once perpetually booed up girl you knew had now morphed into a menacing serial dater. You were honestly impressed with her evolution. She gave the same energy she received and was refusing to claim anyone seriously until they met all of her needs.

“I can’t wait to watch your masterclass in live time.” You slipped into your outfit.

“Watch closely.” Her lips smacked post lip gloss application. “Even an old dog can learn new tricks.”

The revelation that you were back together with Ruben was still settling in with her. While she wasn’t upset about it, she was crossed that she had been robbed of playing wingwoman for you at events. You reminded her that Cindy was single and it actually worked to perk her up a little. Playing Cupid was one of her favorite pastimes.

While approaching the party, you realized that you had ventured into familiar territory. It only fully sank in once the car rolled up to the front of the building and you spotted the interior. How you failed to notice that Erling lived in the same spot as Ruben was beyond you. Well, almost.

You had been quite distracted by the later recently. The location also made you laugh, recalling that Erling had hosted the initial meeting at his place of work. He was a man that clearly liked to keep everything in close knit.

When you got out of the lift, both your mouth and Aki’s dropped a bit. This was actually what getting paid the big bucks got someone. His apartment was a sprawling penthouse, recently renovated to have the latest styles and fixtures.

“You’re here!” Cindy bounced over to give you kisses.

“We hope you weren’t too bored waiting for us.” Aki scanned a tray of treats that floated by.

“I think I managed quite fine…” Her voice trailed off along with her gaze.

You followed it to a tall brunette swaying along with the chill house music playing through the sound system. His face was familiar from some pictures you’d seen in Ruben’s apartment - one of his teammates.

Speaking of which, you felt him. The flesh on your arms raised, silent alarm ringing to alert your system to someone’s eyes being stuck on you. When you picked up on his trail, you found him cracking open a bottle of water. His cheeks rose with a smile before he took a sip.

Another alarm signaled, your target closer this time. It was Aki who peered between you two like a strict father who was chaperoning a dance. She told Cindy to give you two a second as she took you by the hand and dragged you over. Your eyes widened, body tensing to slow her momentum.

“Relax, I just wanna say something real quick.” She tugged a bit more to loosen you.

That did nothing to ease your nerves about the impending interaction. If anything, it only made your stomach twist tighter. Ruben was experiencing the same thing judging by the look on his face as she saw her coming in hot with you on her heels.

“Ruben.” Her voice was flat in greeting.

“Aki.” He swallowed thickly.

“I don’t have to remind you that I make promises, not threats, right?” Aki smiled humorlessly.

Ruben staggered out a nod. He knew exactly where she was coming from.

“Good.” She gave your fingers a squeeze and released them. “I’ll leave you two to do whatever it is that people who dated for five years - separated for seven on account of one person’s decision - and reunited while ruining my favorite chair in the office do.”

Both of you were left with open mouths and flaming faces as you watched her go back over to Cindy, who you realized would have lots of questions about the exchange. You knew that Aki was going to figure out the real reason her comfort sofa had been replaced. What a time and what a way for her to reveal it.

“That was a ramble. She can’t ramble when she’s truly upset.” Ruben whispered.

Your head inclined positively. “I think that actually went well.”

His shoulders sagged with relief. You instinctually placed your hands over them to give him a small massage. If it wasn’t obvious that something was going on between you two in any onlooker’s eyes, they would’ve caught on by now.

The way he looked at you would cement any suspicions as well. Ruben couldn’t stop himself from visibly appreciating the effort you put into tonight’s look. The feeling was very mutual. You loved him in all black, especially when his shirt strained against his chest.

He leaned forward, getting as far as touching noses with you until you reared back slightly.

“Have you told everyone here about us?” You breathed.

“I haven’t shut up about you in the past two days.” Ruben chuckled.

A hand curled around the back of his neck to bring him in for the kiss he’d so badly wanted. You did too, even more so after what he said. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the craving you had for him, present company and all, but it was enough to satiate you for now.

The music lowered, but you hadn’t even noticed until you heard clinking on a glass. Your view switched from eyes you often got lost in to the reason you were all gathered here tonight. Erling waved, thanking everyone for coming out to celebrate the launch of his brand.

He went on to announce the biggest news of the night. It was the project Aki had been working so diligently to secure for him - a deal to collaborate on an activewear line with H&M. You had a timer set to drop the news on his website after the party so that it wasn’t spoiled.

“A team of hardworking women really went above and beyond for me, so thank you Erika,” He tipped his glass to his assistant and then towards your group. “Y/N, Aki and Cindy.”

You met all the kind smiles directed towards you with one of your own. If you weren’t already lit up like a Christmas tree, his move surely made that the case. Ruben’s hand curled around your waist to pull you in for a kiss atop your head.

“Let’s have fun tonight, but not too much. Pep can always tell when we’ve overdone it.” Erling wrapped up his speech.

The members in attendance groaned, man beside you included.

“Oh! One more thing.” He interrupted again. “Cheers to Ruben and Y/N! I don’t know how you got so lucky, but please don’t fuck it up. I love being her client.”

Aki whooped and the music resumed. You were definitely on fire, head to toe.

Ruben’s head fell and shook. Your arms wrapped around him as you made a small cooing sound. Poor thing, he had to take a lot of warnings on the chin on your behalf tonight. A part of you was smiling though. It was good to know that someone inside his camp was keeping him on his toes.

Celebrations got into full swing once the drinks really started flowing. Before the crowd got too involved with libations, Ruben introduced you to the people he spent the most time with. The tall brunette from earlier was John, you learned. You also did some low-key recon on his relationship status.

He’s here alone?

Poor guy has been coming to these types of events alone for a while now…

Everyone was letting a bit looser than you expected given Erling’s warning earlier. If the image of them somewhat behaving looked like Aki beating three of them in a row downing bulldogs, you didn’t want to know what full out was. Still, curiosity got the best of you.

“How do you guys act when not on your best behavior?” You quirked a brow at Ruben’s fellow countryman hitting a dance move you hand’t seen in ages.

He clutched his lower stomach subconsciously, gaze distant. “Let’s just say I don’t recall much about our treble celebrations.”

That was surprising. Even when you were younger with livers that could tolerate the cheapest of liquor in spades, he wasn’t much of a drinker. You’d only ever seen him drunk a handful of times, which was a blessing to be honest. He was the type to fall asleep anywhere.

“Sounds like it was a blast.” You hummed.

The feeling you had in his flat while taking in his accolades had made a reappearance. You didn’t know if it would ever get any easier - having to live all those moments of success he had secondhand. There would always be that voice in the back of your mind whispering that you should’ve been present for them.

“Hey,” Ruben must’ve sensed your longing, and tilted your chin up. “Remember what I said?”

You nodded and smiled, nuzzling into his palm. “I do.”

“Good, I just want you to focus on this. We’re here tonight because of you.” He beamed.

It hit you then that things must’ve been the same for him. The last time he’d been in your life, you weren’t anywhere close to being an owner of a multinational company. He’d missed your university graduations, the ladder climbing, your ribbon cutting ceremonies and all of the big projects that bore Bana’s credit.

“All those times you doubted yourself, those moments where you wanted to quit so badly…they never stood a chance against your belief in yourself.” His thumb ran gently across your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N, and I can’t wait to see how much more you achieve.”

You squeezed him tight. If there was anyone who had faith in you just as much if not more than yourself most days, besides Aki, it was him. Sometimes, you used to think that you were only doing it for him, pushing past the disappointment and doubt just so that he didn’t see you as a failure.

Hearing him say those words only validated the realization that your past thoughts had never been the case. You proved to yourself that with or without him, you were going to get to the point you were at currently.

“Come,” You took his hand in yours. “We can’t let them have all the fun.”

Ruben laughed as you downed the rest of your wine and pulled him in to dance with you. He spun you around, pressing his chest to your back. You peered at him devilishly over your shoulder while moving your hips in time with his.

That only lasted for so long before you felt him getting a little too excited. Your body pivoted to face his again, fingers joining behind his neck. He pressed his forehead to yours as you swayed and forgot the present environment in a more appropriate manner.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed until you came back to earth. There was noticeably more space in the apartment, a few bodies had cleared out while you were under his spell. A sight that caught your eye proudly was Cindy who was making hushed conversation with John on the sofa.

“This outfit of yours is doing something to me.” Ruben spoke into your ear.

A shiver ran down your whole body. He knew what he was doing, activating your senses like this and walking you right into his trap. You rolled your eyes mostly at yourself. That was exactly where you wanted to end up anyways.

“‘You trying to seduce me, Dias?” Your lip pinned between your teeth.

“Always.” He kissed your neck.

Just as your gaze was about to get lost behind your eyelids, you spotted Aki blowing kisses at a bottle of champagne. All of the lust fueled urges you were feeling took the back burner to newfound nurturing.

“You’re gonna have to put a pin in that.” You patted his chest.

Ruben gave you his best puppy eyes. “Hm?”

Your head nudged towards your friend who was now making a move on the poor alcohol, a finger trailing lazily down its side. He made a small ah sound, understanding what you meant immediately.

“Why don’t we take the party back to mine?” You looped an arm around hers.

Aki squinted at you. “Don’t you have knock to boots with that giant meany?”

It took everything in you not to laugh in her face. This was definitely the perfect moment for you to get her out of here. The next stage in her drunkenness would be a wildcard. You’d either be subjected to a long winded proclamation on how she felt about everything, or impromptu karaoke of Santana’s greatest hits. Neither of which suited the occasion.

“I have a bestie I’d much rather cuddle with tonight.” A little flattery always did the trick.

Her expression softened and she pulled you into a hug. The words muffled into your chest signaled that she’d slipped into the love bombing phase of intoxication, which you greatly preferred to her jazz rendition of Maria, Maria.

You began walking towards the door while dragging her slowly along. A hand raised to wave goodbye to Cindy and then Erling, the other stroking Aki’s back. Ruben was about to approach, but your eyes widened and your head shook quickly. The lion was almost out of the den.

As if she was an actual predator, Aki stiffened. Her glassy eyes found him instantly and you could see him holding his breath, waiting. She took your hand and dragged you the rest of the way to the door, her tongue sticking out tauntingly towards him.

Before the lift close, you saw Ruben laughing. He blew you a kiss, which luckily had gone unnoticed by your bodyguard. It found itself tucked into your pocket, remembering how you used to do the same back then.

You couldn’t wait to feel the weight increase as you collected those yet to come.

The following day at the office found your team one player down.

Given the night that transpired, you weren’t too surprised by that. You had to actually make good on your promise to bring the festivities home by dancing with Aki. Ultimately, that worked in your favor. It got her parched enough to drink water while also purging out some of the alcohol in her system.

What was surprising was the fact that she wasn’t the missing person. While her ability to bounce back was the quickest between you two, you weren’t placing bets on her peeling out of bed shortly after you did. And it was a good thing you didn’t take the risk.

She listened to the silence of the space, noticeably devoid of any fingers moving across a keyboard or faint music floating down the hallway like usual. Her hands then dramatically snatched the sunglasses from her face as she posed the same question rattling around your mind.

“Where’s Cindy?”

The inquiry hung for a second before a proverbial lightbulb went off in your head. You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself, but you had a pretty good idea concerning the reason behind her discernible absence. At least, you hoped that was why.

“I think she’s cashing in one of those bonus days.” You smiled.

Aki shrugged, slipping her glasses back on. “Fair, poor thing works too hard.”

You focused on lessening the load for her upon her return. The more technical aspects of client management wasn’t particularly your favorite thing to do, but you’d suck it up for the sake of her finally getting the rest she deserved.

About half of the day passed when your best friend dragged herself into your office. She ran out of what little steam she had, which you completely understood. You commended her for even being able to lift a toothbrush into her mouth this morning.

That left you the sole survivor of Erling’s launch party. It took you back to the days when you first started Bana. Like that dollar and a dream saying, all you had was yourself, a laptop and an unhealthy amount of delusion.

You welcomed that energy and channeled it into the work laid out before you. One thing you never wanted to lose was that initial hunger. It was the motivation that would keep you going even when things were slowing down like they sort of currently were.

Any leads that Cindy had marked out, you followed up on with fervor. While you were at that, you worked on updating the company’s website and portfolio to reflect the latest projects you’d worked on.

When are you gonna give me a tour of your place?

You huffed out a laugh, typing.

Meet me there soon. Mine looks best at sunset.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, you didn’t have to worry about keeping him away from your home radius with a ten foot pole. It also helped that Aki was definitely going to be out of commission until the next day at the earliest. So there was no chance of a still awkward potential run in.

You wrapped up the last few emails on the list you had to send out and made your way back. Hopefully he wasn’t too eager to come over since quite the mess had been left from the previous night.

As soon as you got home, you cracked your windows to air out the loft and got to cleaning. Given that you didn’t know how much time you were working with, you put on an hour timer for extra encouragement. Dishes, sweeping, dusting and surface cleaning in that order all while you carried out laundry.

When the timer ended, you’d just returned from throwing the trash down chute at the end of the hall. With Ruben still not being there, you put your freshly cleaned shower to the test and then got into some loungewear straight from the dryer.

I’m downstairs.

You felt giddy as replied to him which floor you were on before you sent the elevator down.

“Hello MTV…” Your arm stretched above your head.

Ruben jogged over and tackled you inside playfully. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your mouth until they were cut off by his. He peppered your face with kisses and moved down to your neck.

“I missed you.” His nose nuzzled against your skin.

Even though it had been less than a day since you last saw him, you related to his remark. The hours you spent apart felt like days and sometimes even months, as exaggerative as that sounded. When you weren’t with him, in the back of your mind if not the forefront, you were always thinking about the last and next time you’d see him.

You stroked his hair gently, “I missed you too.”

Though you might not have millions of followers on your social media, you gave him the brand marketer’s version of a house tour. You’d argue that it was better. He got all the details from the imported quartz countertops, your treasured surgical steel knife collection, custom made sofa and floor to ceiling tiled bathroom all the way down to the thread-count of your duvet.

“And now, as promised.” You dragged him back to the entirely windowed wall of your living room.

He’d arrived just in time to catch the sunset. It was luckily a good weather day in this perpetually drab city, grey skies making way for the blue he donned week after week. Hues of yellow, orange and a dash of pink illuminated the space, bathing you both in the sun’s warm kaleidoscope.

“I think your view is better than mine.” Ruben marveled.

That might’ve been true. The only thing you would change about your flat was to have a balcony like his. There was a unit with one a few floors up, but it was already occupied. You definitely weren’t staking out the developer’s leasing page on a regular basis to see if it became available.

Once the sun had disappeared, you settled onto the couch and lied on his lap. Unlike him, you reminded, you were not some Michelin star chef and also still had yet to do a grocery run. That left your trusted friend, the delivery app, to do all of the work for tonight’s meal.

Ruben wasn’t objected to the idea. In fact, he welcomed it a bit too eagerly. You almost took offense until he swiftly interjected that he’d been craving something different lately. It still had to be somewhat healthy though, special footballer diet and all.

You put in an order from one of your favorite spots. It was a small family owned Greek place that always used the freshest ingredients, something you were sure both your bodies would thank you for after a long day.

While you ate your mouth watering wrap, you curled up beside him and put on a random trending movie on Netflix. It quickly became background noise though. He was more interested in hearing about your recent events and how life had been since you moved to Manchester.

“There’s something else we have to talk about.” Ruben took a sip of water.

Your back immediately straightened. Those words were never the precursor for something pleasant. When matched with that tone and a more serious expression, you certainly weren’t excited to hear what was next.

“Should I be worried?” Your brows met as you tried to fight off the millions of scenarios that flooded your head.

“It’s nothing particularly bad, it’s just,” He scratched his beard. “Now that I play for City and we get so much media attention, being with me will come with a lot more than it used to.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to know that he wasn’t going to spring a surprise on you like the fact that he had a situationship he’d never really cut off, or that he was harboring a secret love child.

Funnily enough, the WAG thing never really crossed your mind. He’d only ever been the oddly cute buck toothed boy you fell for on the playground, even when you were watching him play before his senior debut. It was weird trying to reconcile that version of him with how others saw him.

“Oh no, do you have stalkers now?” You half-joked.

“Be serious!” Ruben warned through a grin. “I don’t, but some people do go a bit overboard with player’s partners. Taking pictures of them out in public, digging into their pasts, leaving malicious comments. I’ve been told that there’s some news about us so…”

The importance of what he was saying wasn’t lost on you. You’d heard about how intense things could get when publicly dating a footballer. With his looks and status, you honestly anticipated him having some fans that were obsessive in an unhealthy way. The fact that you hadn’t even really been out together publicly but already were exposed kind of proved that.

You appreciated him looking out for you. He knew none of that could ever change things, but still felt it was necessary to check in with you to confirm that you knew what all getting back together brought. It only made you want him more.

“All I do is work and I barely use socials anyways.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I guess the only thing I have to do is make sure I don’t leave home looking like a bum.”

He shook his head. “Impossible, you look good in anything.”

Your eyes did a full circle. There he was with his sweet words, trying to seduce you again. You had a thought to give him a taste of his own medicine and so you followed through with it. In one quick move, you straddled him and brought your lips to hover just over his.

“What about nothing?”

Ruben instantly sealed the gap between you and him. Even better, he muttered into your mouth. You swallowed his words, feeling them travel all the way down to stoke the flames already licking within the molten pit in your stomach.

Your tongue moved against and over his own while your hips dug deep into his. He trembled beneath you, hands falling to massage your ass. Most of it was left half exposed by your ridden up shorts, making your flesh rise to meet his fingertips and palms

Everything about him was so divine. The way he smelt, felt and tasted. You wanted to engrave each inch of him in your memory so that you’d never forget any of his being ever again. Your lips met his forehead, his cheeks, chin and neck.

They grew hungrier the more they feasted. You tugged on his shirt that was unhesitatingly removed with his help. Across the expanse of his shoulders, your lips traversed next, and then down to his firm chest. You became something of a woman possessed as your teeth pinched his nipple.

“Y/N!” Ruben gasped in shock.

You pulled away quickly, worried. “Did that hurt?”

“No, it just…” His eyes narrowed as a sly expression took over his face.

Instead of telling you what it did to him, he decided to show you. His hand trailed up your waist until his thumbs ran along the underside of your breasts. You shivered, teeth baring with a smile. His fingers moved lower and began moving quickly, digging into your sides.

“Traitor!” You yelled and leapt from his lap.

“You started it.” He reached out a hand. “Come back, I won’t tickle you again.”

Your confidence in that statement was nearly zero. The escape you made from his clutches was made far too quickly for his revenge to be satiated. And his gaze still lingered with challenge. You took a tiny testing step towards him.

When he surged up to grab you midway, you shrieked again and easily dodged. Ruben gave you a look that screamed you were just delating the inevitable. You gave him one right back that said catch me if you can.

He might’ve been fast, but you had home court advantage. You easily weaved around your furniture to the kitchen. In the corner of the furthest end of the island, you gauged his stalking as he did the same.

“Ready to forfeit?” Ruben tested.

“I thought you liked to earn your wins.” You taunted before taking off again.

Your muscles fired up as you darted towards the bedroom. If you could make it under your covers, you’d at least have a few moments of extra protection from his treacherous digits. The neatly tucked duvet came into view and celebrations were imminent.

At the buzzer, he threw you onto the bed and launched an attack on your stomach. You tried to curl up, writhing and twisting your body in an attempt to fight off his fingers. It was to no avail, his hands had infiltrated beneath your shirt to tickle your bare skin.

Right as you were about to cry uncle, you heard your doorbell chime. That halted both of your actions. You sat up onto your elbows as he removed himself from your body. His brows raised as if to ask if you were expecting anyone.

You weren’t. If it was Aki, she wouldn’t have rung your bell since she knew the code. Though she could’ve been adhering to respecting your privacy had she heard you and Ruben scuffling from outside.

The bell rang again and you peeled yourself from the bed, straightening your shirt and shorts along the way to see who it was. You hoped it was her and not some disgruntled neighbor. Surely, you weren’t being that loud.

When you opened up, you took it back. You would much rather be staring down the barrel of aggravated eyes than the ones you met. It wasn’t as if you weren’t happy to see her, far from that, you were just stunned.

And truly in a pickle given the other visitor currently residing in your bedroom.

“Mom…” You regulated your breathing with a smile. “What are you doing here?!”

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mad-maximoff · 5 months

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𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞

Summary: Don't call her babe, under no circumstances.

Warnings: Language, light bondage, gentle dom, soft choking, fingering, edging, denial, oral

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"Who...in the fuck are you?" The statuesque blonde cocked her head violently around her shoulder. Her heavy silver chain hit her collarbone.

"My name's Mazzy. I'm from the resistance. You need to come with me now Barb." A much shorter woman came before the blonde whisking her hand as she led into a cellar door. Down a spiral metal staircase. "The resistance! I thought they were meeting me at the airport?!" Barb grew skeptical following the brunette. Mazzy's hair was shaved bald on either side of her skull in a short mohawk. Every orifice of her body was either covered in tattoos and piercings.

"Pfft! I thought so too. Supposedly the airport had bomb threats so it wasn't safe to fly you out. We have to take the subway." The stairs ended against a brick wall with a crater blown in the middle. "Duck!" Mazzy's hand laid on Barb's head to push her through the brick. "Watch the hair kid!" She brushed Mazzy's hand away adjusting the wild curls. "Fine, fine. We're in the last free city and you're worrying about your hair? Haha!" Mazzy brushed it off not wanting to start anything quite yet. She looked up to Barb Wire. All of the young freedom fighters did. After she took down the Congressional Council and killed Colonel Victor Pryzer she became a hero. Perhaps after this, the whole world will be free.

"I'm a hit woman with a specific look honey, I need to look the part." Her heeled boots ticked along the subway tiles. The subway system shut down years ago, so the last of the Congressional Council wouldn't find them. "Well, your hit woman days are over babe." Mazzy joked as her hips swayed along to the noise of the only subway growing to a halt.

"What did you call me?" Barb stopped behind Mazzy. She hated that sentiment. To be called 'babe' was her most hated. Barb's demeanour turned from confused to pissed in a matter of seconds. The subway cart finally drew to a complete stop opening the doors. "All I said was you being a mercenary and a bounty hunter was over." Mazzy threw herself down on a seat. Barb followed behind arms crossed over her the breast of her leather jacket. "No. The other part." Barb's leather boot tapped the subway cart floor, as the doors closed, Barb and Mazzy were the only ones in the cart. The lights began to flicker.

"What?... What the hell are you going on about?" Mazzy huffed as she slouched her back lower in her seat, widening her legs so her boots lay flat on the floor.

Barb Wire was feared by everyone, especially men who did not pay their debts. It was most often messy when she'd drag their asses back to pay their debts. Usually kicking and screaming. Her boots scraped along leaning in front of Mazzy. Her hands gripped the seat behind Mazzy as her body moved more towards her. "No one calls me Babe. You're going to have to pay for that Maz." Barb growled flipping her platinum hair behind her shoulder.

"Huh? Don't get your panties in a twist, I didn't mean anything by it. What're you gonna do? Shoot me?" Mazzy chuckled brushing off Barb's stern tone. Barb removed her hands from the backrest of Mazzy's chair as she tore open her leather jacket revealing her leather bodysuit. "Do you see a gun? I have no more ammo, besides, I wouldn't waste my good bullets on you." Barb bent down this time flicking a few strands of Mazzy's hair from her face. "You need to be taught some manners." Her boot planted beside Mazzy's body to have more leverage.

"Really now? You teach me what? To tie a corset? On the subway really?" Mazzy scoffed brushing this whole thing off. Mazzy thought Barb Wire was just playing her bluff. Knowing her reputation Barb was a very sarcastic person. The lights flickered again leaving them both in the dark for a moment. The lights came on only to see Barb untying the front of the corset with the string in hand. "On the contrary. Babe. You need to learn how to treat your leaders with respect." Barb's hands spun around Mazzys' arms tying her arms behind her back with the string. "What the hell-..."

"Shut up. You talk too much for your own good." Barb's hand laid around Mazzy's throat not moving a single finger. "And I'm going to make sure you learn a lesson." The lights in the subway cart went out again leaving them both in the dark again. Mazzy tried to free herself thinking Barb was not aware. Barb's boot scuffed against Mazzy's soot-covered blue wash jeans. Barb's body leaped onto Mazzy's lap. "Where the hell are you going?" The cart, still dark with the only light coming from the tunnel lights. Barb's hand tilted on Mazzy's neck back. As Barb straightened her back, her leather top dropped to the floor. "The fun is just starting baby." Her bouncy hair covered Mazzy's vision. Her buxom glossy red lips smacked together before landing on top of Mazzy's much smaller lips. They broke for air, Mazzy realizing her cracked lips were coated in Barb's lipstick. Maz saw before her the leader of their resistance straddling her tied-up body. Barb grinned smearing the lipstick all over Maz's face. "There. That'll shut you up." Barb lowered her hand to untie the string of her leather thong. The thong dropped to her knees only sporting fishnets. She stood up kicking the leather thong off, while her hand latched on Maz's shoulder tumbling her down on the seat. Barb unbuckled Maz's belt as she whipped it out of the belt holes. "You don't need this right? Guess not." She hummed as her body crawled on top of Mazzy.

"A?...what? This is your interpretation of a lesson? A sexy strip tease?" Maz joked with little to no confidence. The fear pondered in her brain, what happened to the last person who called her babe? Mazzy stirred under the pressure of Barb's weight, while the seam of her denim jeans loosened around her waist. "You don't know how to shut up, do you? In that case, let me make you scream." Barb's hand crept under Mazzy's jeans to the plain cotton underwear under her denim. Barb's fingers swept down Maz's pubic bone when her finger finally found what she was looking for. In truth, Barb did not want to hurt Mazzy, after, they only just met a brief moment ago. Yes, she was pissed for Maz's remark but she didn't want to do major harm. She thought since they were going to be here a while, and she'd be alone on a plane to Canada when they arrived, perhaps she'd make a little fun out of it. A victory she'd call it.

Mazzy was all out of sorts. She felt drunk even though she didn't drink a drop. A daze; perhaps she hit her head on the way down. Her emotions were out of wack as well. Fear, confusion, even lust. She would never admit she was horny as hell. Yes, Barb Wire is an attractive woman. Especially a gorgeous blondes hovering over her the likes of the infamous Barb Wire.

Her index hovered finally in contact with Mazzy's pulsating clit. Maz's body jumped under Barb's with a muffled noise. "Awe aren't you cute, whining like a little puppy? Come on puppy, let me hear you." Barb switched holding herself up to lay her hand across Mazzy's throat. Her digits curled around Maz's skin piercing sharply. Barb's middle finger crept lower to her center diving deeply into Maz's slickly coaxed fold. Mazzy's stifled noises echoed through the subway cart erupting more loud than metal hitting the rails. Maz's moans were jagged under the blonde. Barb's grip around Mazzy's throat tightened. Not in a hurtful sense, in a sense in which Mazzy feels the most pleasure possible. She had no reason to kill or hurt Mazzy. No personal or finacial gain. Just a thrill.

"Oh-..." Maz's head was spinning. Either from the subway moving or Barb's grip. As Barb began to thrust her middle finger her thumb drifted over the brunette's clit. Barb, smiling ear to ear, bent her head locking her lips to Mazzy's. Her grip still slightly loosened. All of Barb's signature red lipstick smeared across Mazzy's lips. Her tongue locked with Mazzy's briefly without any hesitation to continue the long and rather sloppy mess they both were in. Barb's lips let go raising her head. "Fuck...you keep doing that and I might bring you with me." Her finger twitched inside Mazzy as her thumb circled her erect clit like it was a tiny button. Maz felt the instant feeling that was coming. She was. The feeling was like a rollercoaster. Making it up to the top to climax to crash down on her high. The hot bliss of Maz's core palpitated as it tightened around Barb's finger. She slipped her finger out to peer down at Mazzy's trembling body.

"P-please...Barb!" Mazzy cried out. "K-keep going..." She sighed out in the sense her high was wearing thin. "I think you enjoyed that too much." Her grip around Maz's throat disappeared trailing down her top to the hem of jeans. Both of her hands hooked on either side pulling the denim down past her ankles, over her chunky boots. "I definitely did. Though," Barb threw her platinum blonde up off her shoulders. Her body cascaded lower past Mazzy's knees. Cracking them wide open. "I know you'll enjoy this more." Maz panted, basic whines escaped her lips not fully knowing what would happen next. She had a grasp of what was going on, nothing could ever prepare her. Barb's head ducked into Maz's thighs. Maz's arms have already fallen asleep behind her back from all of her weight. Mazzy bucked once she felt the faint glide of Barb's tongue over her most sensitive area. Her nails dug into Maz's soft thighs.

"Oh god...B-Bar-" Her moan cut through the air louder than all of the others combined. "You're such a good girl." Barb hummed fluttering her tongue deeply into Maz's drenched pussy. The noises of moans and wet sloshes howled through the subway cart. Who knew two women alone could conjure such a racket. Barb's tongue flicked Maz's clit with her body tensing up. Mazzy tried to silence her moans but every breath she took in her moans grew more garish. "Who's my good girl? Huh? Is it you?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I-I'm you're good girl!" Maz spat out tilting her head back on the seat. It stirred back up inside Mazzy's being. The feeling of the rollercoaster. Climbing up to the top. Come crashing down. "Oh god!" She cried tensing every muscle in her back. Barb's nails punctured further into Maz's skin as Maz's moans vibrated the subway cart. Barb perked her bead up crawling back up to greet Mazzy's stained face.

"Haha! Now wasn't that fun?" Barb brushed away tiny strands of hair that sat on Maz's forehead, planting a small kiss in the same area. Mazzy was lost for words, she nodded not finding her voice quite yet.

The subway lights flicked back on to their orangish yellow hue. Barb loosened the strings off Mazzy's arms, reupholstering the string to her corset and thong. "Huh maybe you should join me on that plane-..." Barb's word was cut short as the cart came to a halt. The doors swing open to be greeted by a whole fire squad of the Congressional Council awaiting for us.

"Well fuck...this will be fun."

#fanfiction #lesbian #lgbt #fanfic #wlw fanfic #wlw #ao3 #pamela anderson #barb wire #comic #smut

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britcision · 11 months

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Alright I’m still alive a day later so LOOK! First pass of Taaco from TV! Everything but the hat and the cape came from the closet and the shorts say IDGAF on the butt but the cape covers them 😔

My first magic trick of the day was taking off the bra I wore to drive down without taking off the corset or shirt

My second trick was applying kinesiology tape to bind the tiddies down again, without taking off the corset or shirt

Success rates??? Not great, I’ll grant you, but I got a couple inches off and they stayed in place with no bouncing even when I ran for the 5 hours of con! So still better than the bra

(You are not supposed to tape the tiddies for more than 4 hours the first couple times you do it apparently and this was attempt 2 so even that was pushing it, especially in 30 degree heat. I go hard or go home)

These boots also have the highest incline from toe-to-heel that I’ve worn to a con, since all my taller shoes are platforms and reasonably flat which makes them super easy to run in

Only had one minor spill while chasing down a t-rex but those photos are all on the camera so they’ll live on Insta when the time comes

The ding dang bracer that closed fine at home on two magnets decided if I was gonna move my hands it now needs 3 to keep it in place, so I’m fixing that today

The criminal in question:

Aaaand the purple and blue pouch I sewed at the con while waiting for passes, so I think I really had a very Adventure Zone day all around

The hat? The hat crushed it, 0 problems except one attempt to take flight on our way back to the car, which I caught by the curtain wire sooooo I gotta tighten the attachments on that before I put the curtain on cuz it pulled a lil bit

Worked like a charm though, held it above my head for the dealer’s room, weighed nothing (comparatively, hence taking flight), and for the first time in 4 years I spent most of a day outside without getting sun sick

For the first time I did need to bobby pin this wig, which I shoulda seen coming given the hat. It did also keep trying to eat my ears, the pin, my earrings, and anything else that came near my head though so she may also be getting rowdy

The cape jingled merrily all day so even if I was a lil slowed down no one had to worry about losing me! 😁 all in all………. Them boots ain’t coming to Yeticon I would PERISH on the hills, but I have a couple possible substitutes

I’m hoping to have the curtain on by then though! Soooo depending on some imminent updates, we’ll see if the hat comes to con again 👀

We also watched a truck hit a soccer mom ass van and crack the damn windshield in half literally right in front of us rather than wait for the van to move over another foot so it could get through, because some genius decided that if he had to get to the back of the con at 5pm on Sunday through THE MAIN PARKING LOT he didn’t have to show up early or anything

To arrive on time. At the end of the con. On the last day.

You could barely swipe a credit card between their bumpers with how close he was tailgating the van, and then when staff came to direct an opening to slide the truck down the middle he couldn’t wait 5 more minutes for the car to actually get out of the way, sooooooo hope he liked the extra 2 hours and insurance calls

Lucky for us, we could get out of the parking lot the other way and I warned everyone in line behind him that they’d had a crash blocking that lane so they’d have a chance to turn around

I’m never parking back there again I’ll eat the $15-$20 to park at the hotel across the street for Sunday and anyone wanting a ride home with me can chip in

We actually did alright though, only took us one hour to clear the parking lot, despite lots of assholes and some poor indecisive souls who all seemed to think indicating was a polite request, not a declaration of intent

#anime north #anime north 2023 #the adventure zone #taako from tv #taz taako #taz balance #taako taaco #taako cosplay #thinking about making him a t4t shirt #for multiple reasons 😏#tex mex twins both trans in opposite directions feeds my soul #but if i do it tft it can also be for ‘taako from tv’ and then IT WAS A SECRET MESSAGE ALL ALONG #big stupid wizard hat

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A Mountain To Climb - Part Four

Note - Happy Wednesday, thank you all for your kind comments on the last chapter I hope you all like this one too 💙 and as always feedback is appreciated 😉

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

Master List

Mason sent through the address within the hour and you had a quick nosey at where it was. The house was huge, on a private road surrounded by other huge houses, and it was a far cry from you little one bed flat.

You’d told yourself you weren’t going, but it didn’t stop you from thinking about what you might have to wear if you did go, remembering you’d bought a cute lacey corset top to wear when you went to Leeds but you’d ended up taking something else.

You carried on with life, not hearing from Mason again until Friday lunchtime when you felt your phone buzz as a text came through.

You read the text over a few times, guilt washing over you at the fact he wanted to see you and you weren’t planning on being there. Every interaction with this boy seemed to chip away at you and you were soon texting your best friend Freya to help you.

No more than three minutes later and your phone was ringing, a cute picture of the pair of you filling your screen and you smiled as you picked up.

‘Hey frey’

‘Who have I got to kill?’ She said sternly and you burst out laughing at her protectiveness.

‘No one yet, I just need to rant at you about something and no matter what you feel, I need you to tell me I’m right okay? cause that’s what friends do’

‘Hit me with it’ she quipped and you started on your long rant about how you’d ended up here. You hadn’t mentioned to her when you’d made it back to her flat about getting stuck in a lift with Mason so she was shocked when you gave her the low down of what happened that night but she let you rant how you hadn’t managed to shake him off and now you were contemplating seeing him again that night.

Freya knew you like the back of her hand. You’d been best friends since you were five and she knew what you were thinking before you’d even thought it, so to hear you now taking like this about a boy shocked her. But she was secretly happy for you, not having heard you speak this way in a long time.

‘Well, I’m gonna have to go against girl code here, babe’ she told you and you huffed in annoyance.

‘No no no, you promised to tell me I was right’

‘And any other time I would, but come on, y/n. When was the last time you took a bit of a risk and let someone in?’

‘That’s the point, I don’t. But he’s getting under my skin and I barely know him’

‘When was the last time you saw him?’

‘At the weekend. I don’t know Frey I just feel safer texting him cause then I can convince myself he’s not real’

‘So you don’t want to see him again?’ She asked and you took a second before you answered even though you knew the answer straight away.

‘No, I do’ you breathed and you could hear her chuckle down the line.

‘So do it. Doll yourself up and go see your man’

‘He’s not my man’ you groaned before you both burst into a fit of giggles.

The rest of the day was spent finishing up work before ordering yourself some food. You were in two minds about tonight and Masons message still sat unanswered in you phone but there was no way you were responding now. You’d just hopped out of the shower when something inside you snapped, then and there deciding you were going to go. It’s not everyday you get invited to a fancy house party with gorgeous footballers, so why not make the most of it.

You quickly got dressed in a pair of baggy jeans before throwing on some heels and the corset top to show off your figure. You didn’t spend too long on your hair and make up but by the time you’d made it to Masons friends house it was around 10:45pm.

As soon as you got out of the Uber you wanted to crawl back inside and go home but he drove off pretty quickly, leaving you on your own to walk up the drive to the door. No one was outside but you could tell there was something going on from where you were and you hoped the doorbell was loud enough for someone to hear.

In the end it didn’t matter though, the front door opening and a guy around your age walking out looking down at his phone, doing a double take as he heard your shoes on the gravel path. You gave him a friendly smile and you noticed him give you a once over before smiling back.

‘You okay?’ He questioned and you nodded shyly at him. ‘Do I know you?’

‘Uh no, my names y/n. Mason invited me’ you told him and his face instantly changed to a knowing look as he smiled wider at you.

‘Ah, I was beginning to think he’d made you up’ the man laughed as you hugged your arms around yourself. ‘I’m Kai, by the way. Come on let’s get you inside, I can take you to him’ he offered and you smiled before following him in.

He guided you through the impressive house with his hands on your shoulders, weaving you in between a sea of gorgeous looking people until you got to the kitchen where Mason stood with his back to you, slightly off to the side of a group of guys who all looked at you as you walked in but Mason was too focused on filling his cup up to notice you come in.

‘Hey Mount, I’ve got a delivery for you’ Kai shouted over to him and he turned his head slowly before he realised it was you, a look of relief washing over his features as he smiled over at you. His drink was quickly forgotten about as he made his way over almost instantly, ignoring the giggles and jibes from the boys behind him as he came closer.

‘Y/n? I didn’t think you were coming’ he told you as he approached, Kai now having moved from behind you to stand with the other boys and you gulped down a nervous lump as you looked up at Mason.

You hated the fact he looked so handsome, even dressed in a simple plain black T-shirt and jeans but you’d noticed he’d had his hair cut since the last time you’d seen him last week and you willed your cheeks not to flush. His dimples were on full show as his eyes creased at the sides of his face, letting you know he was giving you a real smile with his eyes rather than one just out of politeness.

‘I wasn’t planning on it but, here I am I guess’ you smiled and he laughed lightly at you.

‘Well I’m glad you’re here’ he beamed before a chorus of oooing and ahhing came from the boys, teasing Mason but he was quick to give them the finger. ‘Shut up dickheads, come on let’s get you a drink’ he told you before leading you out into the utility room. ‘What can I get you?’

‘Surprise me’ you told him and he laughed before turning away from you to grab a cup and a bottle. ‘So is this Kai’s house?’

‘No, Ben’s. I’ll introduce you later’ he murmured whilst passing you a red cup. You gave him a small thank you before taking a sip, unsure of what it was he gave you but it was sweet and alcoholic so you didn’t care. ‘I mean it though, I’m really glad you’re here’

‘Yeah?’

‘Definitely’ he confirmed as he walked closer, stopping just in front of you with your chests almost touching. You noticed what looked like to be a spec of fluff on his top by his neck and you reached out to remove it causing him to hold his breath and even though he was quiet, you were so close that you heard him. Your eyes wondered up to meet his and you noticed how close the pair of you were, lips only a few inches apart as his breath fanned your face.

You broke eye contact with him before taking a nervous sip, not feeling like your usual confident self around him once again as you took a step away from him.

‘So where are these cute boys you promised me’ you asked with a smile as you turned and made your way out, laughing to yourself as you heard him scoff behind you.

‘I never promised you that. Plus there’s only one and he’s right here’

‘Oh yeah? Can you point him out to me? I can’t quite see him’ You teased, turning to glance at him and you could tell he was getting a bit flustered.

‘Ah there you are’ you heard suddenly from a familiar voice and you turned to see Kai was now standing in-front of you with a pretty brunette on his arm. You felt Mason stop right behind you, his body heat almost making you shiver and you were wondering if he was going to reach out and hold you in some way but he seemed to be keeping his hands to himself. ‘Y/n, this is my girlfriend, Sophia’ he told you and she smiled warmly at you. ‘I thought it might be nice for you to hang out with another girl rather than be stuck with him all night’ he joked and you laughed as you felt Mason shake his head behind you.

The usual uneasy feeling you got around other girls at parties didn’t seem to be present as she smiled at you and held her hand out which you took almost instantly, thankful you could get away from Mason for a bit and focus again but you knew he’d be lurking so you couldn’t miss him too much.

‘Come on, let’s leave the boys. I need you to tell me where you got this outfit from’ she asked you as she pulled you away. You chanced a look back at Mason who was pouting a little bit as Kai dragged him back into the kitchen so you sent him a wink before disappearing.

Sophia was a lot of fun, so fun in fact you seemed to be forgetting your rule of not having anymore friends than you already have. You both seemed to be bad influences on each other, encouraging the other to drink more than they could handle until you were dancing on Bens coffee table with a couple of the other girls.

Mason managed to keep an eye on you at all times, whenever you looked in his direction he was already looking at you and at first he seemed embarrassed but as the night wore on the shyness left him and he held your eye contact a bit longer. Sending you a cheeky smile or a wink.

Seeing him around all these people he knew made you notice was how touchy he seemed to be with everyone. No matter who he was with he would put his hands on their shoulders or lean into them as he laughed and you were brought back to the thoughts you had the other day where you wondered why he kept his hands to himself around you when he seemed comfortable enough to lounge over everyone else. You weren’t sure why it was bothering you so much but when he eventually came over to join your group you noticed it even more.

He sat next to you, his arm around the back of the sofa behind you but his skin never touched yours. You subconsciously leaned back into him after a while and he took this to mean he could put his arm around you properly. You only realised when he lent his cheek on the top of you head as he was laughing at someone’s joke what position you were in and you felt yourself tense up. He must of felt something too, slowly rubbing his thumb over your skin and you were surprised about how much it relaxed you. The pair of you sat and laughed at Kai and Sophia bickering but still no words were shared between you. You were racking your brain to think of something when he placed his lips to you ear.

‘Are you okay? Can I get you anything?’ He whispered so only you could hear and you turned to face him, again surprised about how close your faces were. You gulped as you averted your eyes down and shook your head, nervous again and you shut your eyes to make it go away. He avoided your eyes for the next half an hour and when everyone dispersed, he gently slid out from behind you and made a beeline for the stairs.

Kai and Sophia left soon after, and once you’d said your goodbyes you wondered around trying to find Mason again but he’d seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth. You wondered if he’d seen you tonight realised he didn’t want you around anymore after your constantly changing attitude but you willed yourself not to think about it as you wondered around upstairs looking for a bathroom.

When you left, you almost immediately ran into someone, apologising as they held you steady and you looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.

‘I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going’ you explained but he just shook his head as he laughed.

‘It’s fine, honestly’ he told you as he straightened himself up. ‘You’re y/n right?’

‘Depends on who’s asking’

‘I’m Ben’ he laughed and your eyes went wide as you realised this was his house.

‘Oh right, sorry about standing on your coffee table’ you joked and he just shrugged.

‘Don’t worry about it. Are you alright? You feel a bit cold’

‘I’m fine, don’t worry I should of dressed a bit more appropriately’ you laughed and he quickly disappeared behind a door before coming back with a black hoodie and offering it to you. ‘Oh no, I’ll be fine honestly’

‘Please, I insist. Can’t have my guests being cold’ he told you and you eventually took it from him. ‘If you’re looking for Mason, he’s just in there’ he winked, nodding to a door just up the hall before he made his way back downstairs. You quickly pulled the hoodie over your head before adjusting your hair and making your way over to the door Ben said Mason was behind. You gave it light knock and you heard him softly tell you to come in so you opened the door and popped your head round the side.

The bedroom he was in was dimly lit, and he was sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand as it was plugged in to charge. A small smile spread across his lips as he realised it was you and he nodded for you to come in. You stepped inside but lent your back up against the door and he gave you a funny look at your sudden change of clothing.

‘What are you wearing?’

‘Oh this?’ You questioned, pulling at the strings. ‘Ben gave it to me. Said I felt cold’

‘Why was he feeling you?’ He probed, his eyebrow’s drawing together in what you assumed was jealousy and you let out a breath before stumbling over to sit next to him on the bed.

‘I bumped into him when I came out the loo. What are you doing in here?’ You inquired and his face relaxed slightly as he put his phone down.

‘I’m staying here tonight, was just putting my phone on charge and having a break for a few minutes’ he told you and you nodded as you looked around the room. ‘Are you having a good night?’

‘Yeah, Sophia seems nice. Are you?’

‘Yeah, but I was hoping to speak to you more than I have’ he told you, bumping his shoulder with yours lightly and you let out a little giggle.

‘The nights still young’ you told him, checking the time on your phone to see it was nearing 2am and you grimaced slightly. ‘Or not. I didn’t realise it was that late. I’ll have to head off soon’

‘Wait, don’t go’ he pleaded ‘I’ve barely seen you’

‘It’s late, Mason. Plus we sat together downstairs for over an hour and you didn’t hardly say a word to me’ you pouted and he gulped as he’d realised you’d noticed. ‘Why haven’t you? Have I done something wrong? I know I can be difficult but I’m trying’ You told him softly, the alcohol seeming to make you a bit vulnerable and honest and you watched his face drop as he realised you were a bit upset about it.

‘No of course not, I’m so sorry. I don’t know I guess I was just a bit nervous’ he confessed and your eyes dropped to your lap. ‘Why don’t you stay here? With me? Ben won’t care. I’ll sleep on the floor or something just please don’t go’ he pleaded and you were stunned at how quickly he was able to wear you down. ‘I promise I’ll get you home tomorrow early-‘

‘Mason-‘

‘Please, I’m not letting you go home alone this time of night. I’ll even go bunk with Ben if I have to or sleep on the sofa but I’m not letting you leave’

‘Fine I’ll stay’ you cut him off with a quiet laugh and he relaxed instantly, half wanting to keep him happy and the other half wanting to get your head down as the alcohol was wearing off and you were tired.

‘Thank you’ he smiled and you were about to reply when a white paper bag with your name on it on-top of the chest of drawers caught your attention.

‘What’s that?’ You asked he he followed your line of sight, blushing and stuttering as he caught onto what you were looking at. ‘Is that for me?’

‘Well it’s got your name on it’ he laughed as he nodded over to it. ‘Open it’

You walked over to find a long pink box inside and once it was out of the bag you opened it to find the poshest looking chocolate chip cookies you’d ever seen. You turned to face him with a confused expression and he was blushing furiously now.

‘You said the other week when I got you the brownie you would of preferred a cookie’ he explained, walking up to you, and your breath got caught int your throat.

Without thinking about it, you threw your arms around his shoulders and buried your face into his neck. He seemed shocked at first, but after a second he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his body even further.

‘That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me’ you whispered and you felt his body shake as he let out a little chuckle at your words.

‘It’s just some cookies, Y/n’

‘I know’ you uttered and Mason squeezed you a tiny bit harder. ‘Thank you. Why did you bring them here though? I wasn’t even sure I was coming’

‘I know, I just hoped you would I guess’ he spoke into your shoulder and you felt yourself melt before you slowly pulled away from each other. He kept his hands planted on your hips as he tried to catch your eyes but you keep them down, not wanting him to see how vulnerable you felt right now. ‘I think most people are gone, we can get ready for bed if you want’ he told you and you nodded shyly. ‘Just wait here, I’ll go grab you some bits’

He was soon back with his arms full of supplies. Bottles of water and painkillers plus some wipes and a toothbrush from Bens box of spares that apparently he kept at his house in case of emergencies and you we’re pretty sure you knew what that meant.

‘You can borrow something of mine to sleep in’ Mason told you and he was quick you take his shirt off and hand it over once you’d agreed. You tried as hard as possible not to look at his naked torso but you were only human, however Mason seemed to be sculpted by gods. Your eyes automatically landed on the little mole on his tummy and you got the overwhelming urge to kiss it.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, not wanting him to catch you looking so you took yourself off to the bathroom to get changed. Mason shirt was longer on you than you thought, coming down to about mid thigh and you felt yourself come over all warm as his smell consumed you.

You quickly wiped your makeup off before stealing some toothpaste from the wash bag on the side that you presumed was Masons before joining him back in the room.

He was now changed, dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of joggers and your heart sunk as you watched him make himself a bed up on the floor.

‘Mason?’ You called quietly and he whipped his head round to look at you. You watched the way his eyes widened as he gave you a once over, slyly licking his lips before his eyes met yours. ‘You don’t have to sleep on the floor, I’d feel awful if you hurt your back or something. There’s enough room for the both of us’ you told him, nodding to the bed but he shook his head almost instantly.

‘I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable’ he started but you shook your head straight away.

‘Please? It’s honestly fine I’ll feel more uncomfortable with you on the floor’ you argued and he huffed before nodding.

‘I’ll be back in a sec’ he told you, disappearing into the bathroom and you placed your stuff on a chair in the corner before sliding under the covers. True to his word, he wasn’t that long and soon enough he was gently climbing in besides you.

‘Are you not gonna get hot in all that?’ You asked, noticing he was fully dressed but he just shrugged and he settled down, making sure you keep his distance from you. ‘We’ll don’t overheat on my account’ You whispered, turning to face him. You shuffled a little closer to him, never crossing the imaginary middle line, but he smiled and moved himself a little closer to you.

‘Sorry if I made you feel like you’d done something wrong. You haven’t at all I just… Come on, let’s get some sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning’

‘I know I’m confusing’ you whispered and you felt him reach over to give your hand a squeeze. ‘I know I blow cold a lot but I’ve just got some stuff going on’

‘It’s okay, you don’t have to explain’ he whispered and even though you wanted to argue with him you thought now wasn’t the best time. ‘Y/n?’

‘Yeah?’

‘You looked beautiful tonight’ he whispered and you felt your whole body prickle with goosebumps, opening your eyes to try and find his in the dark but it was pitch black and no use. ‘I mean you always do but… yeah I’ll stop now’ he laughed

‘Have a good sleep, Mason’ you whispered, hoping your voice didn’t sound a shaky as you felt.

‘Night, Y/n’

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therrerium-valkryonia · 9 months

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Idea: Your a teacher and your water breaks before a class, so you end up delivering your baby in class ( you teach an obgyn class) and you let your students come close and check your dilation and when you crown feel the head.

(Ideas are always great but do set your limits.)

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Mother's Touch

Awakening in the morning and stretching still in lengerie slowly rolling to the side, looking down on the hard rotund belly full of life ready to birth.

Brushing a hand over to the belly's underside as a sigh of love fogs the wind, it is interrupted with strong contractions binding into the deep womb pressing a heavy pressure around the bump.

Heavy groans rise and fill the small red room, in a short moment rising and shifting back against wall, gripping on with fingertips pressing in with heavy pressure around the tight sides of skin.

Gasping deep breaths of air, grunting with tight clenched teeth as eyes shut and pressure builds around the bottom as pains subsides as the very tight weight shifts uncomfortably and remains.

Eyes open and glance around the room, the time catches attention and it seems too late and in a moment rushing happens, moving off the bed in a second and standing with a hand laid behind.

It seems the rotund belly didn't shift but yet the rush ensued, waddling towards the closet is all that mattered rushing in and pulling out a small red button up and tight leather skirt, thighighs and a striped pair of strapped lengerie.

Running over to the bathroom, exerting abilities led to a painful set of contractions and sudden contractions, it washed over in waves stopping the moment in a slow-motion of sorts.

Leaning an elbow onto the wall and groaning out intensely as time ticks, pains rose to hot-irons in mere seconds as tears rolled down rosy cheeks landing onto plump breasts, and a sleek figure.

The pains fade but pressure intensified and did lay above the pelvis, pressing down heavier and in response bending knees and grabbing on the front gasping and gritting teeth slowly gasping.

Digging into skin slowly waddling to the door and grabbing onto the handle, turning it over and walking through and keeled over almost falling to the floor as a hand gripped the sink.

Clenching her hands while it passes the weight felt heavier and harder to bear, though rushing in the moment made it possible to brush off the curtains and enter, as a slow sharp exhale goes.

Turning the valve and straightening out as the water rushes down the body, slowly beading onto the pale skin as she reaches the soap.

Rubbing on soap as it bubbles around the bump a tight band hits onto the bladder, bending over and grunting while speaking to the twins to ease it out for mother, it stopped when the twins had kicked in small flurries around the soap bubbles.

Rubbing onto the spot almost dozing off, played along and yet finished up washing it off and left the shower, taking the dry towels and drying off.

Moving off and dressing up as the tight bands grip the skin, sexualizing her figure although it was flattering in thought and hindsight well at the moment, pulling up the tight leather skirt.

It banded tightly onto her womb and pressure pushed down her canal, adrenaline did not sway off so she took the sleeves took them on and an attempt to button up did not work so just hid it.

Using a black corset to tighten up allowing the button to button, rushing out waddling down the stairs to the door and grabbing the red heels as it seems in the mirror the reflection had stayed youthful and beautiful that's an unknown secret.

Grabbing the bag and keys to the house, car and walking out locking the door behind her as a wet gush puddles beneath her and time slowed and grabbing the belly pressing in fingernails.

But she enters the car with wet underwear and stares the clock down, what is required is to be there in twenty to forty minutes flat and while contractions rolled over in waves patting atop the belly as adrenaline kicked in and pressed on.

Driving in sweat as the head descend with each speed bump, moving fast and slowing down it forced it ahead and when traffic hit she was not able to hold it for the shift and so pushed with an intense grunt and sharply inhaling and push.

The traffic goes on and following along as the school gets closer in view, turning the car and reaching the lot parking it alone behind walls.

Rushing out, pulling off the seatbelt and with the most intense contaction hitting in three consecutive minutes, bending down knees.

Added palm pressing into belly before deeply inhaling and waddling into the school doors, with a quickly descending head, sweating alot.

Biting her lip and muffling every groan, fist clenched and pushing hard with huffing as taking every step the head descends down.

)———————

Grabbing a coat and entering the classroom with the third year medical students, right before class starts and asking one question.

"W- urff! Which le- lesson are we on? Huuu"

They all said in unison and heard.

"Childbirth and Delivery"

Snickering and groans

"W- aagh! Practical it is!"

Everyone perks up as bed pulls in slowly and getting on gasping in sweat, all very shocked.

"The t- Ha- ah! twins are on the way"

Slipping two fingers behind her back and pushing the head back in, tearing in pain.

Pulling it out and grabbing a knife and cut her striped panties open, and ripping it off out of their attention as they talk with each other.

"Now! H- Hoo- Help me here! Augh! Angeline!"

Angeline came down and slips a look as she looked into eyes, asking a heinous question.

"Would yo- ow! ouh! get the camera for me?"

Red flushed into the pale face and Angeline nodded and took a camera, connected it painstakingly onto the laptop as groans of intense pain muffly filled the room.

"Oh, yeah good luck ya'll! Especially you men except the guys with friend girls and do not give two shits in the entire world."

Checking dilation slipping two fingers.

"Oh, your already crowning so ten and more centimeters, Miss. Catherine b- nevermind"

Pushing intensely and as it rushed forward swiftly, she also speaks while it progresses.

"W- Which part of the vagina is the head at?"

Rosaria responded correctly.

"In the hymen and progressing labia major."

As she pushes hard and answers swiftly.

"CORRECT! Hoo- auhh! huu- haa, You come here next and Angeline I need a hand here."

Angeline came near and was given a whisper to press down her belly for a moment, as she did.

"NOW! AH! AH! Wh- Auuuhhh! Where is it now?"

Markus stood up, came down and said

"At the clittoris and spreading the labia majora with possible tearing- might wanna go now."

The two return to their seat. As she arches her back and grunts with gritted teeth, Markus slips two fingers and helped it through as he says her first name to the whole classroom.

"Miss. Andrea don't exert too much, don't"

She sighs and places the backs of her hand on her forehead grunting, pushing softly.

"I know. NOw! At wh- Ouhhh! what is the head doing? Gaaah! Huu- Haaaahhhh!"

Mikeal the class jock said

"Crowning, and with complete extension"

He walks down as she pushed out the rest.

Coming near and being an ass to everone pressed his fingers against the pink head.

"Ouh! Get him off! Ow! Gah! Hnngh!"

Delphi ran down and pulled him away and helped her teacher with turning it around.

"Ouh- hgghhhh! Gentle! Gentle! From now it's just me okay, ughhhh! nrrggghhh!"

Andrea pressed her chin onto her chest and the shoulder passed with a heavy gush, along with the other two and sat up pulling it out gently.

It's head perked up and it coughed and cooed.

As she picks up one pair of scissors while Jenna tied the cord and it cuts off, Andrea grunts soft.

Laying her head back and pushing with gritted teeth another head bulged, and she trembled.

It was bigger and gushed so much, she only pushed twice as Jenna helped with cutting.

Swaddling and as tiredly said.

"Ready for quiz month? I hope so."

They all laugh in symphony.

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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CROWNS CAN'T KEEP ME AWAY FROM YOU

the love life of a prince and a maid was never supposed to happen, but he couldn't help his feelings for you grow. he wanted nothing more than to show you the world, but the world itself wasnt on your side in this kingdom.

PAIRING park sungho x fem!reader WC 4.0k TAGS prince sungho + maid reader. forbidden love. fluff. angst. OMI NOTE this is for my lovely @woonhakist because i know she's always been talking about prince sungho since forever (specifically prince eric sungho but it's not quite similar hence why i added some other stuff to give it that vibe) and i rlly wanted to make this for her ahh she's my best friend and only deserves the best so i must pull through. i hope you like it ml <33

falling in love with a maiden as beautiful as you wasn’t in his honor. and whilst you were far from a princess, his heart still grew as he watched you effortlessly sway along to the music. there were ethereal women on every corner, yet it was a difficult task to pay attention to the one in front of him while you were there.

the ballroom was crowded with royalty from kingdoms down the way. high ceilings that were richly decorated with elegant moldings and dazzling chandeliers that hung from above, casting a romantic glow throughout the space. the hard marble floors echoed the sound of high heels and dress shoes tapping along with the music.

sungho politely held onto the corset - covered waist of the girl in front of him. she was well - mannered, courteous like any princess should. but what she lacked is that she wasn’t you. these fantasies drowned him, unable to properly focus.

“are you even paying attention to me?” she scoffed at the zoned out look in his eyes, trying to snap him out of his daze.

“my apologies, miss. what was it you’re saying?” sungho sighed, pulling his attention back to her.

“i’m unsure if i can keep dancing with you if you won’t even look at me. what kind of prince are you?”

“i was raised to be charming, not sincere. i hope you find a prince for you in the future.” he bowed politely as she walked away from him, leaving him there alone.

and while he felt terrible, he was relieved to be out of reach from the grab of a princess. he looked around the scene of party gowns and neat suits before going in your direction.

you stood in a corner, humming to yourself pretty melodies while cleaning up messes that guests left over by the snack table.

the uniform you wore was clean despite the work you normally did, you tried to stay out of view from the rest of the elegancy. it felt out of place otherwise. though sungho had his eyes on you the entire time.

“good evening, y/n. have you been enjoying yourself at the event?” he questions, making you turn your head quickly.

“ah– it’s quite difficult to enjoy a party when you’re cleaning up after it. but i hope you’re having fun!” you tell him, leaning on the broom you were holding.

“why don’t you loosen up a little? there’s so many people i doubt anyone would care.”

“mistakes like that could get me fired your majesty, but i appreciate the suggestion.” you put on a smile despite the frown on his face.

“how about we get out of here then, yeah?” he grabs your hand before you could even respond. the contact shooting electricity through your veins.

sungho analyzes the crowd before pulling you around a corner, away and out of sight from the people. you run behind him to keep up with the tug of your arm, your flats pattering against the marbled floors. it wasn’t long before you reached an unfamiliar room.

he reached into the sage green collar of his shirt, moving aside his silk - like hair to unclip a long chain with a key attached to the end. it fit perfectly into the door, making a click sound upon opening. he lead you into the room before closing the door behind the two of you.

the view you were met with was beautiful. unlit candles stray along newspaper scattered desks, books on top of books stood tall next to other various knick knacks. and amongst it all, there was a large canvas that was illuminated from the moonlight peering through the stained windows. it had a multiple strokes of different colored paint, creating what could only be described as a masterpiece.

“your majesty? what’s all of this?” you asked curiously as he let go of your hand to place in his pockets.

“just call me sungho, we don’t need to be so formal when we’re in here.” he states, running his fingers along the dust on the shelves.

“sungho.. are you sure we won’t be caught? why did you even take me here?”

“is it a bad thing that i find you interesting? that i want to get to know you? status aside we can always be two friends that hang out, y/n.”

you chose to ignore these words he spoke to you and the blush that crawled up your porcelain cheeks, admiring the numerous collectables around the room. yet your focus trailed to the painted canvas you saw previously, standing tall on a wooden easel.

“do you paint?” you query, moving your face closer to look at the finer details.

“when i’m bored, or find something that inspires me.” he appeared next to you, looking into your curious eyes.

the proximity between the two of you was short, his features barely seen as he faced away from the glow that came through the window. however, the tension was still there. his pupils were small despite the darkness, as he felt there was enough light right in front of him.

you could feel his breath against your face, making you flinch and stumble backwards. a bucket of paint tipped over when you hit the floor, quickly scrambling to pick it up. thick gold pigment poured across the floor and on your uniform. panic ensued while sungho just chuckled.

“y/n, it’s okay. nobody ever comes in here, you don’t have to freak out.” he tells you, pulling up your distressed figure from the gold soaked floorboards.

“i’m so sorry! god i don’t know why i have to be such a clutz, i’ll go get the cleaning supplies–”

“i said it’s fine. no harm done, you didn’t even spill that much, i have a rag and some water in here. you can just take off your apron.” he reached around your waist to untie the white cloth around you, making you freeze sheepishly.

the apron was discarded into the trash behind him and the mess was wiped from the floor while you stood there embarassed. somehow you looked even cuter like this.

“here let me show you something, to get your mind off of this. no need to be embarrassed, pretty.” he signaled you to sit with him at the desk in the corner, smiling to himself at the deep red color on your face.

the smell of fresh books and glue became more prominent as he pulled a scrap book from the side, removing the elastic keeping the pages together. gorgeous calligraphy titled each fragile sheet of paper.

“this is where i put photos of all the places i’ve travelled. other castles specifically. you’d think being a prince would make you sick of the sight of all this royalty stuff. but i appreciate the structure.” he pointed to a large palace.

“wow.. i’ve never seen this one before, what’s it called?” you looked between him and the pages.

“this is koz kingdom, i have a couple cousins there so we visit often. their gates are quite tall aren’t they?”

“very! they must have a lot of people trying to break in?”

“every kingdom has it’s enemies, but they always have a large force of guards to protect them. but they’d rather be safe than sorry, you know?”

“mhm.” you mumbled as he flipped the page.

“these photos bring back a lot of memories, photography is an item that helps you keep a lot more things. i take for granted how much of the world i’ve seen. this is your first time working under royalty, right?” he wonders, watching your expression shift slightly.

“yes but i don’t mind it at all. there are some moments that make me want to quit but, it pays great enough for me to get by.” you frown.

“i don’t understand how anyone could treat you terribly, my family can be harsh sometimes but they mean well.” he pauses, “just– don’t quit. i’ve enjoyed our time together.

“me too, sungho.” you let your guard down around him, maybe this could get you in trouble but you didn’t care.

it didn’t occur to you how much you didn’t know about the prince, but you felt honored to get such deep insight about him. this broke down the walls of the idea that all princes were stuck up, waiting for a princess to appear around their arm for the sole purpose of ruling a kingdom. sungho was different.

the two of you carried conversation for the duration of the night. music got a little less loud and voices became almost non existent. he showed you beautiful things, varying from places he’s visited and souvenirs he’s collected over time. all of it fascinated you, you’ve never seen anything so unique.

time passed like a whirlwind, distracted enough to not bother checking the clock. angry footsteps became audible from down the hall, interrupting the soft moment between the two of you. you stood up suddenly at the sound of the doorknob turning, rushing behind a bookshelf to shield yourself from whoever was coming in.

“sungho! you were absent the entirety of the party my darling, what kind of prince does this make you?” a womans voice beamed angrily, it was the queen.

“i sincerely apologize, mother. but it felt like i danced with every princess in the room. couldn’t i of had a break? i have zero feelings for any of them.”

“excuses, sungho. you need to find a princess before the year comes to an end. your father and i aren’t getting any younger!” she spat, “love is irrelevant in these circumstances.”

“yes mother..”

“now go freshen up for bed, we have a lot of things planned for tomorrow.” she left the room as fast as she came in, leaving you and sungho alone once again.

“can i come out now?” you peaked from around the shelf while sungho signaled you back.

“i’m sorry about that, y/n. but i think it’s best we continue this another time.” he exhaled, slightly annoyed.

“oh my gosh it’s no worries! i um– i had a lot of fun. thank you for showing me all of these things…” you confessed nervously.

“you’re cute, y/n. i’ll see you in the morning.” he raised a hand to ruffle your hair a bit before walking away from you. the room felt ten times more empty once he was gone, so you quickly escaped after he was decent ways down the corridor.

morning came quickly like a dream, the sun barely rose and you were awake in a happy mood. the night before almost felt unreal, the tenderness of the time you spent with sungho felt like it was out of a story book. but anything that happened, anything that could happen between the two of you was impermissable.

you were far from a princess. the closest thing to gold you’ve ever owned were the silly chocolate coins you’d get as a reward from your parents when you were little. thinking about whether a prince like him would like someone like you made your head hurt.

trying your best to push these unrealistic thoughts away, you gathered a breakfast plate to take up to his room. it was your turn for room service this morning, and life couldn’t be any more on your side.

you left a gentle knock on the tall doors before letting yourself in. sungho was still sleeping peacefully, sprawled out on his large mattress. there was something about seeing him lay comfortably that warmed your heart. some people thought he was quite intimidating, but that couldn’t be true, he was like anyone else.

while you moved the cart closer to his bed, you went to open the curtains and let the light in. it emit a low groan from him and the rustling of sheets.

“goodmorning, your majesty.” you beamed, going back over to his bedside while he sat up.

“i said you can just call me sungho when it’s the two of us.” he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

“right. sungho. sorry it’s just still a little weird to me.” you told him, “i brought you your breakfast.”

“thank you, y/n. hang out with me while i eat, yeah? my parents are way too busy in the morning, i need the company.” he takes the plate in his hands, nodding his thanks.

“of course. did you get good sleep?” you ask while sitting on the edge of his bed.

“the best sleep in awhile actually, did you have fun last night?” he spoke in between bites.

“i did have a lot of fun, so thank you for that. i’m a bit shocked they didn’t catch on that i wasn’t cleaning up though.”

“there are too many employees in this castle, they can barely keep track of them, let alone how much they’re paying them.” he ponders for a second, “when i become king i’ll try to be better to my people.”

“well i’m sure you’ll do wonderfully. maybe i’ll be working under you soon, considering you’re already searching for wives.” you laugh it off, fiddling with a spare fork from the silverware bin under your cart.

“i highly doubt i’ll find a princess anytime soon.” because they’re not you, he thought. “ i’m more in it for love. but i know my parents think otherwise. plus, if i was the king i wouldn’t let you work under me.”

“what do you mean?”

“you deserve better than that. you need to see the world.”

“maybe if i get enough money i’ll travel to all of these places you told me about. check out their villages, see if they have good bread. then i’ll make sure to take lots of pictures for you to see when i come back!” you think ahead.

“oh– also y/n, i have a present for you.” he perks up, fishing through one of the drawers on his nightstand. the item he pulled was a dainty piece of jewelery, a small gold chain with a little lock at the end.

“this is for me?” your eyes go wide as he turns your body so your back is facing him. shivers went down your spine as the cold material wrapped around your neck, the slight touch of his fingers against you during it all made you blush.

“looks pretty on you. i found it on a table right by the door before i left.” he smiles, turning your chin upwards so the top of your head lay at an angle against the middle of his collarbone. the position was romantic, making your head malfunction.

“sungho–” you stutter out, extremely flustered. seeing you shy also seemed to ignite something in him, as he quickly pulled away from you.

“sorry! i’m um– sorry about that. i should’ve asked, i just wanted to see what it looked like on you..” he rambles out, a change in attitude from what you’re normally used to.

“it’s okay! i should probably take the dishes out now but– thank you for the necklace it’s gorgeous sungho.” you stammer, grabbing his empty plate before rolling the cart out. when you are away from his room you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

your mind wandered as you paused in the middle of the hallway, leaning into the classical staircase railing. whatever happened couldn’t resurface again, or you’d have to deal with the consequences. and as if your mind was read, you heard your name being called from a ladies voice.

“y/n, we need to have a chat.” her stern voice shook you, her large gown creating significant distance between the two of you.

“yes, your highness.. what’s wrong?” you ask, trying your best to sound professional.

“what was that with my son?”

“i know nothing of the sorts your highness, could you elaborate? your voice faltered.

“don’t act like a stupid maid. you were clearly flirting with my son and i cannot have any of that happening in my castle.” she accused, making your heart feel as if it was dropping to your feet.

“i apologize if things seemed that way but i could assure you that–”

“you’re fired if i see you getting anywhere close to sungho. you were hired to service us, not to play romance with my son. he has much better worries to tend to than someone like you.” she warned.

“of course. i understand.” you agreed, trying your best to hide the pout on your face.

she waltzed away, leaving you uneasy and hurt. just when you thought things might’ve been going up, they crashed down before you could even do anything to fix it.

wake up, work, ignore. you spent these next few weeks in refusal to break your silence, not wanting to risk anything further that could detriment your job. it was a difficult task pretending like you didnt see the dejected look on sungho’s face. how the boy that was deemed unnerving looked so solemn.

there were times when maybe you thought it was okay to say something, let him know that you could never hate him. but she was always there, staring daggers into your soul. the difference in status intimidated you.

on his account, every attempt to talk to you or initiate something failed horribly, as he watched you blatantly disregard him. it was your job to work under him and his family, not be his friend (nor his lover).

but when days like those became extra hard, you found comfort in the sea. the castle was atop a hill, not too far away from the salty ocean. you walked down a small, jagged path during your time off, leading you to an alluring sight.

waves crashed against the grainy rocks, washing up sand and other small fish before quickly returning back to the vast blue waters. you climbed over to the tallest one, just enough so you could dip your toes in the water without getting your whole body soaked.

you sat there for awhile, letting the breeze flow through your hair and comfort you. being alone with your thoughts wasn’t the most ideal, but this view made up for everything. it was a complicated situation you found yourself in. a love found in the prince sounded stupid, but it didn’t seem so far away.

something interrupted your thoughts, as you felt a figure approaching behind you. looking behind your shoulder, you saw a distressed sungho. the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and his hair slick back.

“i wasn’t sure if i’d find you here, but i’m glad i looked anyways.” he called out to you over the sound of the waves. you turned your head away in your best attempt to ignore him.

“you can’t ignore me forever, y/n. what did i do wrong?”

“it’s not about what you did, sungho, it’s about what we can’t do.” you claimed.

“someone found out about us hanging out, didn’t they?” he guessed, earning a sorry nod from you.

“i appreciate how kind you’ve been to me since i started working here, and all the beautiful things you showed me that one night. but we were too close for comfort and i can’t risk that.”

“everything i did, it was all for you, y/n. have you not caught on how much i adore you?” he approached the rock you sat on, sitting down next to you.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, sungho. this isn’t a fairy tale.”

“i can’t just pretend like i didn’t imagine our whole lives together the second i saw you. why can’t it just be true?” his words sounded more broken.

“there wasn’t a life to imagine. even if we’re meant to be together, we aren’t meant to last.” you wept, letting the tears finally fall. he wrapped an arm around you, finally letting you cry into his shoulder. the cold from the wind couldn’t compete with the heat you felt against his body.

“but why does it have to be like that? can’t we run away to a world where i don’t have to be a prince that marries a princess?” he whispered.

“that’s impossible.”

“nothing is impossible, as long as we have the drive to do it.” he cupped your tear streaked face in his hands, closing the gap to kiss you passionately. lips moving against one another to trap a love so immense that nobody but the two of you would be able to understand.

he pulled away, the only evidence being the miniscule strand of saliva that still connected you both. you looked at him shocked, mouth gaping to say something.

“we don’t have to be prince and maid, when we can just be sungho and y/n. theres a village not too far down the dell, we could purchase a boat and explore the world.”

“and what happens when we’re found?”

“i know we can figure something out, we can’t give up until we’ve at least tried.”

“sungho.. i still don’t know about all of this.” you protested.

“just come with me, y/n. even if you say no it won’t change how i feel for you. it won’t change how i’m constantly thinking about you.” he wiped the tears from under your eye, kissing the spot afterwards.

“i don’t know what i’d do with myself if i told you no, you’re a little too convincing.” you gave him a small smile.

“theres that pretty smile. everything will be okay, just follow my lead.” he reassured, giving you another peck on your lips.

you and sungho fled into the woods that night, leaving no traces or what - ifs, just a note to inform the king and queen that he was okay. their prized son that they worked so hard to shape into the charming prince he was today, escaping away with the girl of his dreams.

hand in hand, you kicked dirt behind you as you ran quickly through the bushes and trees. your laugh sounded melodic behind him as he lead you through the dell. everything about this felt wrong, but with you it was so right. he never wanted to go back if it meant the relationship between you and him had to be painted in his mind.

upon arrival at the village, everyone treated the two of you kindly, handing you different foods and necessities. orange hues from lanterns nearby casted light upon your face, and sungho thought you looked unreal like this.

and though you both could mutually go on about how much you cared for one another, this was the moment that dreams turned into reality. watching him untie the rope from the dock, you sat prettily in an outfit he bought you at the village. it was something new from your usual uniform, and sungho couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“are you ready?” he asks, settling himself across from you. the small boat sinking slightly at him entering.

“never been more ready. i was thinking we could hit this island first since it’s the closest.” you showed him a blob on the scroll you were holding.

“they have delicious foods in their town, i think you’d enjoy them.”

“really? i’m excited then!” you exclaimed.

“i’m glad you’re excited. there’s so many places i want to take you. especially my cousins kingdom. the gates are tall but when you see everything inside it makes so much sense!”

“cooler than your kingdom?

“everything is cooler than my kingdom, love. the only thing i got out of it was you.” he responded cheekily.

“gosh sungho you’re such a goof.” you grinned ear to ear as he pushed into the water.

“it’s just because i’m so in love with you. i would’ve backed off if you didn’t want to be with me you know.” he admit, rowing the two of you in the direction of the island.

“i’ll always want to be with you, my prince.”

“the feeling is mutual, my princess.”

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quickspinner · 1 year

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Lukanette prompt: Luka models for Marinette and she learns that he looks amazing in a ball gown.

Let's Rock This Runway

“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Marinette screeched. She tried not to yell at her employees, she really did, but this was not news that she could take calmly.

“She just said she had somewhere else to be and left,” her assistant said, too upset herself to be cowed by Marinette’s tone.

Marinette wrung her hands to keep from pulling her carefully styled hair. “She’s the finale piece! It’s the lynchpin of the entire show, I can’t pull it! We—we have to put one of the other models in it, pull a different look—”

“There’s no time! Even if we tried, none of the other models is tall enough!”

“How could she just leave?” Marinette moaned. “This can’t be happening. It—it has to be sabotage, or something, a showcase model doesn’t just leave—”

“I’ll do it.”

Marinette jumped and whirled at the voice behind her, and then looked up into Luka’s serious face. “W-what?” she stammered.

“I’ll do it.” He took a step back from her and pulled his shirt over his head. “I live with Juleka, I know the drill. I’ve helped coach her for years. I’ll wear it. You don’t have anybody else, right?” Luka grinned at her. “Time to make it work.”

Marinette stared at him as he dropped the shirt and began unfastening his jeans. Mercifully he stopped there, waiting for her answer.

“B-but your publicist—” she began, trying not to stare at the bright pink boxers peeking out from his open fly. He wasn’t even part of the show, he was only back here because he was her friend, and what would his agent think about his rising rock star wearing a ballgown in a highly publicized fashion show?

“They can deal. That's their job, after all.” Luka raised his eyebrows and sat down on a nearby chair to pull off his combat boots. “Well? Clock’s ticking.” He said it kindly, but Marinette knew he was right. She glanced at the clock and panic resurged.

Marinette looked at him, and at the dress, and back, mind racing. It could work, she realized. The laced corset bodice meant there wouldn't be any problem with a zipper. The dress was sleeveless so Luka’s arms, which though lean sported far more muscle than Annie’s, wouldn't be a problem, nor his broader shoulders. Obviously Luka didn't have anything to fill the top out, but really, neither did Annie, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

And really, what choice did she have?

“Let's do it,” she decided, motioning frantically to her dressers. They brought the dress over, and Marinette quickly turned to her assistant as Luka shimmied out of his jeans. “Get me a makeup kit and send Gerrold over here now. Threaten him, bribe him, I don’t care. Luka!” she called over her shoulder. “Can you walk in heels?” The hem was going to be too short for him no matter what they did, there was no way around that except to own it.

“Better than you,” came Luka’s teasing reply, and Marinette rolled her eyes, still keeping her back to him. “Tell Yvette your shoe size. Yvette, get him the highest heels you can find that can match the dress. You know what, get a backup pair of flats too, I don’t want to deal with his agent if he breaks an ankle. Make sure he can walk in the high ones and if he looks unsteady, put him in the flats.”

“How’s it look, boss?” called one of her dressers, and Marinette turned around. The full skirt of the princess style ballgown poofed out dramatically, just as it was mean to, and the corset molded to Luka’s torso as Devine laced it up in the back. Luka’s broad shoulders actually emphasized the narrow waist, making the silhouette even more dramatic, and he had enough muscle in his chest that the front didn’t gape.

He looked…really good, actually. The deep red of the dress looked fantastic against his darkly tanned skin. Gerrod had arrived and was busy applying product, gelling Luka’s hair into an artistic mess that would mesh well with her other models, while giving him an androgynous look.

“Makeup,” her assistant said at her elbow, and Marinette took the kit from her, reaching over the wide skirt to hand the kit to Luka.

“I know you can do it faster than me,” she told him. “Just don’t get any on the dress.” The dressers were already frantically draping him in scrap fabric to keep Gerrold’s products from dripping. Luka went to work on his face, and Marinette turned away for a moment to make sure everything else was ready. Her other models were already lining up according to the directions of the stage crew, right behind—Lila. She was waiting for her cue but Marinette thought she caught a malicious smirk before Lila disappeared through the curtains.

Marinette pressed her lips together. She was willing to bet every garment in the show that Lila had paid off Annie to leave early, or something similar.

Underestimating Marinette, as always.

She was so lucky to have people she could depend on. Marinette checked the other models, made a few last minute adjustments, whispered a few words of encouragement where they seemed to be needed, and then turned back to check on Luka.

He was walking towards her, carefully holding out the full skirt, navigating the high black pumps Yvette had found for him with an ease that justified his confidence. His hair was side-swept and tousled perfectly, giving him a touch of androgyny that he had leaned into with his makeup work. Even so, he was every inch a man, and not really what she had intended for this look, but…

But it looked good. He looked good. His painted lips parted in a smirk as he saw her approving look. “Told you,” he teased. “Your clothes look good on anyone.”

“I think it might just be that anything looks good on you,” Marinette said, hands reaching out to adjust the fall of the fabric across his chest, and smooth imaginary flaws from the skirt. “Thanks so much for doing this, Luka.”

Luka’s hands caught hers. “Hey. Anything for you, you know that.” He smiled as she met his eyes. “It’ll be okay, Marinette. I promise.”

She couldn’t help believing him when he looked at her like that. Marinette raised his hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles. Luka took his place in line and Marinette ran to obey the stage hands directions, barely keeping her grip on the microphone he handed her before shoving her out on stage.

Somehow, Marinette managed to announce her line—for once her insistence on over-rehearsing was justified. The crowd applauded, and Marinette fled back behind the curtain as the music started. She had to force herself to watch the monitor instead of the line of models behind her.

Marinette’s heart leapt into her throat as Luka stomped onto the runway as confidently as any model she’d ever seen. The crowd went totally silent for several full seconds before cheers and applause erupted. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall, Marinette chanted in her head as Luka made his way down the runway. She held her breath as he did his pose-and-turn, staring into the camera with eyes so intense the dress almost seemed redundant. Marinette’s heart skipped a beat and she watched Luka’s mostly-bare back ripple under the lights as he walked back.

Then he was backstage again, and extending a hand to her. Marinette barely had the presence of mind to take it (God he towered over her in those heels) and join the models on their final walk.

“Smile,” Luka whispered urgently, just as they stepped out together on the runway. They followed the line of models, still hand in hand, Marinette belatedly remembering to wave to the audience and cameras—

And then it was over. They were all backstage again in a confused mass as the stage hands tried to herd them out of the way for the next line of models.

Marinette kept an iron grip on Luka’s hand until they were back in their own dressing area. The dressers swept in and began undressing the models and calling instructions. Marinette found herself and Luka left alone in a little eddy of calm for a moment.

“Are you all right?” Luka asked her, cupping her cheek with his free hand. “You look like you might pass out.”

“I might,” Marinette said faintly, and then she threw herself at Luka, bursting into tears.

“Woah,” he caught her, stumbling for the first time in his heels. She felt him shrink as he stepped out of them, and wrapped his arms around her. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you made it. Don’t drip makeup all over this dress. Someone very important to me worked really hard on it,” he teased gently. He reached around her to grab a tissue from a vanity and dabbed at her face.

The tears went as quickly as they came and Marinette caught his hand. “Luka you were amazing,” she told him. “Thank you so much, you have no idea—well, yes you do, but I—oh, Luka!” Reaching up, she grabbed his face and pulled him down to slam her mouth against his, heedless that she was crushing the skirt of his gown. Her mouth slid on the slickness of his lipstick, but he quickly adjusted to meet her. His arms slid down and under her butt to lift her up against him. Marinette wrapped her legs against his waist and buried her hands in his hair before she remembered his back and shoulders were uncovered, and her hands slid down to trace the muscles gone hard with the effort of holding her up.

It was the first time the tabloids would be right about her making out with one of her models after the show. The incongruous thought made her break away from Luka to giggle.

“It’s a shame you can’t model for me again,” she said breathlessly. “You’re really, really good at it.”

“I might be persuaded,” Luka rasped, and cleared his throat.

“Nope,” Marinette shook her head. “Not possible. I don’t date my employees.”

She barely had time to see his grin before he was kissing her again.

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sincerelylea · 2 years

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eddie munson as dr. frank n furter... yes please

mdni i block. prompt given by @darklcy "frank n furter + eddie munson, you + janet, steve + brad: how frank n furter seduces janet, except this time it’s you, because how can you resist?"

happy october 1st, get used to this.

i see you shiver with antici

“how do you do i-” that chill. that feverish chill ran through your spine in remembrance. it was forbidden fruit, he was forbidden fruit. and you could’ve eaten him alive. a note rang through your head - the nimble fingers of a cello player elongating a single reverberated low note is struck.

tension. it’s taught. you feel it’s clawed hand trace down your chest - your back lifts from the bed and you only hope your dear steve doesn’t notice amongst the foggy clarity of your lust-stricken brain.

his fingernails were black, he’d only finished painting them moments before you’d knocked at the manor door; clung to your darling and soaking wet in hopes of finding a telephone.

a record played from the corner of his illustrious bedroom - soft red and yellow lights gave aglow and warmth. thin veiled sheets hung and draped; silk fabrics, glitter floors, it was all very fabulous. he’s pulled his stockings on his smooth legs, running a hand flat over his calves at the satin finish - a devilish smile spreads to his face, he simply could not help it.

the top of the polish bottle was screwed on half-hazardly, more interested and focused and bemused at the display of the television before him.

look at you both; he grins again. you in your modest pink dress and white cardigan and kitten heels. and him - in that corduroy jacket and square framed glasses, soft brown hair clinging to his face from the rain. he offered his hand immediately, asked for a phone, but dr. eddie munson could spot from a mile away that you were meant to be here.

so he kicked his feet from his vanity girlishly, tongue ran over his teeth, and he rushed to complete his look. though his wardrobe consisted mostly of lingerie; a few robes and satin nightgown-like t-shirts in the mix, he had the hardest time choosing what to appear in. ah, what a travesty.

the corset was mesh. see through, and had a sweetheart cut on the breast-line. beneath he stretched a fishnet top over tattooed skin and hooked garter clips to his hips, over his smooth thighs, and onto the stockings that sank into his flesh just a bit. heeled boots with a metallic toe and spikes patterned on the back seemed like the way to go.

oh and if he had his way he’d ensure you’d forget about that telephone. or that blown out tire.

“nancy.” he barked. a woman, with chopped black hair and chopped black bangs stepped forward. she was adorned in a maid-like dress with frilly cap sleeves and fishnet stockings and boots. “robin.” he barked again. this time, the blond one stepped forward. she had her gaze fixed on the floor while nancy remained quite dead-stared at the man they took orders from. she was all glitter and rhinestones, blue tap shoes and all. and you were ashamed to admit - but you had to keep yourself from looking at her chest for too long; instead grasping onto your beloved’s arm to stay focused.

“show our dolls to their rooms, give them new clothes.”

he was eccentric with every subtle move, expression, and action he did. it took you for a spin - left your mind hazy and adrenaline pump through you curiously. you reach down and find steve’s hand for comfort and he looks down at you through his frames and smiles. you rest your head against his shoulder and screw your eyes shut.

how curious it was that you felt alive for the first time when you stepped into his home. like something was awakened in you. that needing for more, the yearning of experience. it took the breath from your lungs to even try to describe it.

you were led to a gothic suite by the pair of ladies, and then a few stringy pairs of garments were thrown at you both.

you for a moment, stood in silence since the first time you’d entered the manor. looking at steve for some sympathy and hoping he had a plan to leave. yet when you looked at him, he seemed just as in shock and awe as you were.

“steve, darling we must get out.” you press your bundle of clothes to your chest when he steps nearer, his large hand coming to rest on the side of your face. he lulls his head into a nod, he knew this was coming - and yet a strange unidentified part of him wanted to stay. if only for a bit longer. maybe to see things unfold; to get another glance at dr. munson. it was strange. he decided not to think about it and only think of you, his love, there before him.

“they’ve offered us a room, sweetheart. don’t you think we should just stay and wait til morning? it’s late and raining out anyway.” he presses his lips to your forehead and looks at the bundle of interesting looking clothes in his arms. “and they’ve given us,, uh,, clothes?”

you laugh when he tosses everything but a long sleeved mesh shirt on the bed at the center of a room. he’s got a smile spread across his face too, holding it up for both of you to see. “should i put it on?” he’s all giggly smiles and boyish charm - the same charm you’d fallen in love with in college.

“let’s see what i’ve got.” in both hands you display the lace and silk lingerie piece. it’s got cuts of lace on the sides of the waist and a frilly v cut at the bottom of torso; spaghetti straps and a pair of silk gloves that reach up to your biceps to match.

“oh he’s trying to get me in trouble.” steve admires, looking the set up and down. your face flushes red and you smack his chest playfully. “steve! now i’m not going to put it on.”

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i think if we don’t we might be in real trouble though.” he gestures to his soaked clothes, now feeling shivery in the cold of the bedroom.

he helps you remove your clothes, as you do with him, and you snap your pieces together and lie comfortably in dry fresh clothes on the bed. though you still remained a bit cold from your limited clothing since everyone in this damned mansion only seemed to wear lingerie.

and there you were. dreaming again of the glossy maroon lips that seduced you still even when their presence had left you. the frizz and curl of his hair. the smokiness on his lids. the tattoos. the hands. the legs. all of it left you rather intoxicated.

steve refused to wear his garters, instead remained transfixed on your own as he ran his hand up and down your thigh.

but his mind was a bit farther away than the sight of your leg before him. instead remembering how they looked on a certain host stayed hidden away somewhere in the manor as of now.

he swallows, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, and sighs.

your eyes snap open and your back flattens among the mattress. his hand has left you. but you grasp it in that moment and squeeze with both of your own. your eyes nearly seem glossy amidst the passing daydream you were deeply ashamed of indulging in.

“steve my love. what are we doing?” you sit up then, as does he - his lean frame stretches under the mesh fabric - and though you’re transfixed and wowed at his body - you sit perturbed at your thoughts and wish for your life back.

“i was just thinking the same thing.” he kisses your knuckles, looking at the door before it slams open gallantly.

there stands nancy and robin, still in their same outfits, still carrying that air of unease with them everywhere they went. “dr. munson would like to see you in all of your clothes.” nancy reminds, voice steady and unwavering - as well as her gaze.

“well you tell him i’m not putting this on-” “oh i think you will.”

in the white light of the door frame a third body appears. eddie, in all of his glory, now complemented with a leather jacket and a cigarette. just the mere sight of him has the lust burning in both of your veins.

steve is taken aback slightly. you look at him, and back at eddie, and swallow.

he takes a drag from his cigarette and tosses it to the ground, stepping on it with his heels before nancy moves to begin cleaning it up. “and if you don’t put it on. than she’ll do it for you.” he gestures to you with a lazy hand from his crossed arms. content at the chaos he was creating.

steve looks to you and back at eddie and then at the mess of garters and stockings on the bed.

“actually, i think i like that better. you’ll do it for him.” he commands, hands on his hips, leaning over to be level with your eyes.

you look like a deer caught in the headlights amidst your desire.

“but slow. i want you both to enjoy it as much as i will.” his nose scrunches when he chuckles and steve’s eyes widen, he keeps his glasses off when eddie barks at him to, and you reach over to grab a stocking.

robin and nancy are long gone now, eddie finding home on a grand chair moved to sit in front of you both. you roll the stocking up and guide it over his leg, jaw clenched and hands timid and shaky.

the toe of a heel meets your arm, stopping you completely. “ah, slower.” eddie’s leg is elongated, your eyes rake over it before continuing, slower.

his eyes are low, dark, and brown. god, he was pretty. the way the set he wore hugged him, complimented him, it was sickening. and you dare say you loved it too much.

steve is fighting with every ounce in him to not tremble under your hands, and under his gaze. but you finish - hooking the garters to the stockings and soon after eddie then sits behind you. directly behind you. purring compliments at your good work and pushing hair over your ear with his mouth leaning down and close.

“tell me,” he says your name for the first time since you’ve been there and you close your eyes.

“how do you think your darling steve looks right now?”

and he looked,,

well.

the mesh shirt was tight. form fitting. like it was made to be worn by him. the silk corset hugged his waist tight - you didn’t know steve had an hourglass figure. it was usually hidden under polo shirts and suit jackets. he had nice legs, nicer than you cared to notice before, accented with sheer stockings and garters.

the way his collar bone stretched when he moved, or the way his muscles shifted and rippled over his skin under the top. the messiness of his hair and that unseen softness in his eyes telling you he’d let control out of his hands.

“amazing.” it was said without hunger; because he was indeed beautiful.

well maybe a little hunger.

when eddie chuckles you feel his breath on your neck and you feel your face flush and body tense. he was so so close. god, what were you going to do.

“always so sweet, are we?” his hands snake - palms warm and flat along your waist, grasping you like you were nothing. “surely not in this, though. right, steve?” he hooks his fingers under your garters and snaps them back on your thighs and you jump.

steve’s lip is bit harshly between his teeth when his eyes travel down to your legs. though he’s still reeling at you thinking he looks amazing.

“tell me what’s your favorite part?” he asks and leans his chin over your shoulder, leaning his head on your own. you get a bit more comfortable in his grasp and lean your head back.

steve’s eyes falter downwards for a second, then back up to your face. you feel red, and hot, and embarrassed but in a terribly delicious way. you couldn’t get enough of this.

“go on, you can say it.” he urges, hands moving to rest on your stomach now.

he opens his lips, eyes still focused downwards, but of course he doesn’t say what he’s really thinking.

“her legs.” he says, swallowing.

eddie chuckles, head tipping backwards. “ah we both know what he really wanted to say.” steve goes bright red and you fight not to laugh at his expression, oh he’d been caught.

“now. onto more pressing matters.” eddie stands, the jingle of his jacket alarms you both that he’s discarded it. and he makes slow strides to sit in steve’s lap, legs crossed and face devilish. steve’s eyes are looking anywhere but at the man situated between his legs now. he’s still red, his jaw is still tensed, and he’s afraid but mostly exhilarated. you can’t help but match his expression.

he calls your name, eddie does. it snaps you from your thoughts and you look at him with wide eyes as if asking him ‘yes?’

“where do you want me to touch him?” he asks. as if it was nothing.

your mouth runs dry and you’re shocked. you’re shocked for the millionth time though you know you probably shouldn’t be. eddie munson had tricks up his sleeves this entire night.

so you ponder if you should play it safe or go all in. and your timid embarrassed nature speaks for you, stuttery and nervous.

“h-his… his face.”

“face?” and so he does, he grasps it in one hand and squeezes gently. “he does have a good one doesn’t he?” steve nearly rolls his eyes.

“and what do you want me to do to him?” he asks with a raised brow and a unexpecting look on his features.

but you bite back the nerves, swallow, and straighten your back.

“ruin him.”

pation.

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Beat Eater

Trish x Monster!Fem!Reader

I just realised that I’m now rollin’

Don’t wanna stop, there’s no need

This isn't good, though I'm not sure why

Dear demon, I see your true intention clearly

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"Shit, it's a two way" Lady spoke as her and Trish stop right in front of a dead end. "Don't they both end up in the same place?" Trish asked as she puts her weapon away. "Only one way to find out, you take right I take left?" Trish nodded her head as they split up.

Trish walks further down the street, a bad feeling running down her spine, a feeling as if something was watching her, she stops in her tracks and looks around, nothing, she couldn't see nor hear anything, maybe it was just her mind messing with her.

She looks back in front of her to be met face to face with herself, she takes a step back and nearly falls over, what the hell? Trish stares at the figure confusingly. It was her, but it wasn't her, but how? The figure rushes forward and kicks her straight in the stomach, causing her to fly back into the wall behind her.

Trish cries and struggles to get back up, the other "Trish" runs towards her and lifts her heel up to kick her, Trish stops her and kicks back to where she originally stood.

The figure drops to the floor, ink and crows surround it as it turns back into its original form. "What the fuck is that" Trish asks herself as she stood straight back up.

The figure reappears as a woman in an ink corset, along with feather-like sleeves, an ink skirt and ink thigh highs boots, her eyes glow a bright orange underneath the crow-like hood.

"Bullshit that's what you actually look like" Trish snarled at the monster, the monster smiled at her while lifting her leg up, readying up her attack. "Oh, let's fucking dance, birdie" Trish rushes towards the monster.

The monster points towards Trish, Trish lifts her eyebrow at the monster, only to feel a swarm of crows surround her, causing her to trip and scrape herself on the brick floor, she lands right in front of the monster as she tries to swat away the murder of crows around her.

The monster looks down and lowers her leg right at the top of Trish's head. "You've got a fighting spirit, no wonder Dante trusts you so much"

Trish stops in her tracks as the crows fly away, did she just say Dante? "How the hell do you know about Dante, a-and you talk?!"

Her words were filled with shock as you lower your hand to help her out, she smacks your hand away and helps herself up, the tension between the both of you was tense, your relaxed state versed her tense one.

She lifts her fists up to punch you, you dodge it, she tries to kick you, you kick her shins making her fall flat on her ass.

"Hey, they both go the same wa-" Lady's sentence was cut off as she watches Trish fight you. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Lady shouts as she cuts off the fight between you and Trish.

"Th-this bitch tried to kill me!" She shouts as she spits blood out her mouth. "In all honesty, I tried to help you, yet you were the one making a fuss about it"

"Yeah! Could've been a death trap for fuck's sake!" Trish yells as she's strained against Lady's grasp

Lady sighs "Eh, I'm sorry for the inconvenience (Name), Trish can be a bit of a fussy one"

You smile while shaking your head "It's not a problem Lady, I've seen worse" you both laugh as Trish continues to strain against Lady.

"Cmon Trish, say sorry to (Name) now"

"Oh there's no need"

"Oh please, I insist! After this I think you definitely need an apology, go on Trish"

Trish sighs and swears under her breath. "M' sorry" "There we go! Well we'll be going now! Bye-bye (Name)" Lady waves at you and you save back, smiling at her and her friend.

| Evening |

You sigh tiredly as you enter Dante's place. "Holy fuck, you my bird friend look like hot shit"

"Blame your blonde bitchy friend, what's her name again, oh yeah, Trish"

Dante laughs as you slump in your chair and sigh heavily, he lifts your hood up and scratches your head. "Lower" you demand, he scratches lower and you purr lowly at him.

The door slams open. "Speak of the devil!" Dante greets the person, you lift your head up and cry out. "Miss me, birdie?"

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A/N: was this rushed? Yes

Do I care? Fuck off

#fem!reader #gaming #devil may cry #trish devil may cry #devil may cry 4 #dmc4 #dmc 5 #devil may cry 5 #dmc x reader #trish x reader #fluff #Spotify

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Forever Is The Sweetest Con // Part 2

okok here we are!!! i got a few people who read my last part so idk if anyone is actually interested in a part two but here it issss. i am literally just having fun writing this and i will 10000% continue it :)) once again any feedback is welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: Sadness lol, slight language

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“Lucy Gray, can you do my hair to look like yours?”, Maude Ivory asked softly, a nervous smile on her face. It was a rare thing for the girl to be quiet, but today was a rare day. It’d been happening every year since they were picked up by those peacekeepers and dragged to district 12. Roslyn Sage had only been eligible for it the last four years, but no matter what it never got less terrifying.

Every year, every single man, woman and child gathered at the Hall of Justice. Children from the ages 12 to 18 would group together, girls on the right and boys on the left. The youngest children would be towards the front, then the oldest in the back. The two glass bowls that held the name of every single child present had been in every single one of their nightmares.

The reaping ceremony had been a topic of great discussion for many years. Roslyn Sage remembered her older sister crying when she heard about it, at nine years old. She was seven at the time, she didn’t understand. But she understood now, as she stared blankly into the dirty mirror.

The dress she wore had been her mothers. It had intricate designs of snakes and flowers in the corset, and a skirt that could only be described as being made of rainbows. At least that’s what Maude Ivory said. It used to be Lucy Gray’s reaping dress, before she outgrew it. And after Roslyn Sage, it would be Maude Ivory’s. If it lasted that long.

“Oh don’t you look as pretty as a peach,” Lucy Gray said, once she finished up tying their younger cousins hair up. She had a smile on her face as she walked behind her younger sister, recognizing the anxiety in her eyes. They all felt that way. Every single one of them. “Just as pretty as I remember mama looking.” She smiled softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. Roslyn Sage gave her a small smile through the mirror, but it didn’t reach her eyes. In just 24 hours, she reminded herself, this would be over. I will be home, with my family, and I won’t have to worry about any of this for another year.

The alarm blared throughout the district, startling the entire group. “We better go.” Roslyn Sage said softly, shaking her head a bit to try and dispel any fears in her mind. There were hundreds of kids in the district, weren’t there? Sure- the covey had its enemies. They weren’t shy about causing trouble. But the reaping came straight from the capitol. Corruption felt out of the equation. Lucy Gray gave her sister a small smile, before reaching for Maude Ivory’s hand. At 14, it was her second reaping. She still looked as scared as she did at her first. The girls made their way outside, smiling up at the boys as they were also on their way out. No smile was genuine, all it did was try to reassure. We’ll be ok, right?

Roslyn Sage cringed every time her heeled boots met the gravel. She hated that sound, it’s why she usually opted for her flat shoes. Not that she didn’t like the boots- they were, without a doubt, one of the prettiest things she owned. But she knew the gravel was damaging them. She had her head low as she walked, quietly humming a song to try and keep calm when she spotted it. She stopped quickly, a smile reaching her face. The first real one.

A snake. She adored snakes. She didn’t understand why people were scared of them. If you knew what to look out for, you could tell which ones were harmless. Not only harmless- but friendly. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching her, before she kneeled down. She held her hand out, watching as the snake slithered into her hand. A good luck charm, she told herself. The creature twisted itself around her arm.

It wasn’t a long walk before they made it to the justice building. It felt like a dream as she was separated from her family, put with the other girls her age and stared ahead. She could see Maude Ivory’s blonde hair from where she stood. She hoped Lucy Gray could see her. She could hear whispers around her, and eyes on her dress. She didn’t care. She could feel the snake making its way up her sleeve, something that was preventing her from falling over in anxiety.

Across the way she could see Billy Taupe. More like she could feel him, with his eyes staring daggers at her. It’d been exactly three weeks since she caught him. She wouldn’t even grant him the gift of eye contact anymore. Finding him with another girl, the mayors daughter no less, he was dead to her. He knew the consequences, and he made his choices. He could beg and plead, and she’d always say no.

The worry she felt was quickly returning as she watched the mayor nod at one of the peacekeepers before walking up to the microphone. He cleared his throat, looking across the audience. There was no way of telling if everyone was here, there were hundreds of people, but he found this acceptable as he began his speech. “Welcome to the tenth annual reaping ceremony.” He spoke, but there wasn’t a hint of joy in his voice. He went on to explain why they had the reaping ceremony- the war, the famine, the unnecessary deaths. If Roslyn Sage wasn’t so nervous, she would have rolled her eyes.

“Now- for the ladies first.” The mayor said, putting the microphone down as he approached the bowl. She couldn’t help but see a hint of a smile on his face. Why? Nothing about this was celebratory, nothing was good. He reached into the bowl, before grabbing a small, folded up piece of paper. He pulled it out, walked back to the microphone, unfolded it, read it to himself, then looked out to the crowd.

“Roslyn Sage Baird.” he said, the speakers around them squeaking after he said it. She froze, her eyes still downcast. No- no, absolutely not. She’d had nightmares about this exact scenario before. That was all it was, a dream. In just a few moments, I will wake up. She was convinced of that fact, until she felt the girl beside her nudge her. Real. It was real, oh god it was real. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. That was all she was repeating to herself as she walked to the center isle. Her eyes remained trained forward, just like her papa taught her. The covey doesn’t look back.

“Roslyn Sage, I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know-“ Billy Taupe said, reaching out to try and grab her hand. She shook him off, continuing her walk forward. Never look back. Never look back. Never look back. Never look- “How’re you going to sing yourself out of this one, songbird?” She heard the mocking voice of Mayfair say. She couldn’t help herself- she shouldn’t of done it.

She grabbed the ginger by the collar of her dress, pulling her back and shoved the snake down her dress. The girl screamed bloody murder, like she was going to die. “Help me!” She shrieked, falling to the ground, “Help me! Help me!” Chaos all around them. The girls around Mayfair fled like mice, peacekeepers ran forward. “My daughter!” The mayor shouted. What an idiot, Roslyn Sage thought, the snake doesn’t have fangs big enough to even penetrate your skin. She couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her face as she continued her walk forward towards the stage. Her boots continued their crunching sound on the gravel until she reached it. But she didn’t get far, because the instant she made it, the mayor slapped her right across the face.

She let out a small cry as she hit the ground. Her hands ached as they caught the brunt of the fall. The square was silent, everyone staring up at the stage at the sixteen year old girl, laying down on the stage, holding back tears. She couldn’t even look forward. All she could think about was her families face. Silence. For a minute straight. Until..

“You can’t take my past,” a voice boomed through the courtyard. She recognized it immediately- Lucy Gray. “You can’t take my history.” Another voice joined the song, this time belonging to Tam Amber, “You can take my pa, but his names a mystery.” The two harmonized together. Silence again, as Roslyn Sage took short, shallow breaths. “Nothing you can take from me..” she continued, softly, “was ever worth keeping.”

She stumbled up to her feet, clenching her fists as she turned to the crowd. “Nothing you can ever take was ever worth keeping.” The crowd was still silent, the cameras aimed at her. She could feel the stare of every single eye of the country. But she didn’t care.

“You can’t take my charm. You can’t take my humor. You can’t take my wealth, cause it’s just a rumor.” She saw a peacekeeper nudge the arm of a cameraman, who shook his head. Keep going, this told her. They were watching. Good. Let them watch. She stumbled her way over to the microphone, grabbing it by the stand.

“Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping,” she sang into the microphone, “You can’t take my sass, you can’t take my talking.” She froze as she stared out at the audience, seeing her older sister towards the back. Tears streaming down her cheeks, but a bitter smile on her face. That was all that mattered. Making them proud. “You can kiss my ass!” She screamed into the microphone.

The commotion this caused made the peacekeepers spring into action. The ones on the courtyard surrounded the crowd, guns at the ready as a warning. A man she recognized as the head peacekeeper grabbed her by the arms, slapping handcuffs on her and dragging her away. She didn’t fight it. She put her chin up as he led her into the building. The last thing she heard before the doors closed was the name of the second tribute. “Jessup Diggs.”

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koifishart · 24 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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Apart from them and the Arena boss, there were also two Orochi, Master Shibukawa, Shinogi brothers, and Baki along with Kozue, staring at his wife strangely, who also glared at the girl from time to time. There was also Retsu Kaioh, quite fit for Master Kenpo with a wooden prosthetic leg. Hanabi was delighted to lead them along her paths straight to the Tori Gate on the hill between forest and water, where he again saw dojo and home of his wife's family. At the entrance again, they met a black-haired woman in men's clothes, sweeping the sidewalk. The classroom was open, sister-in-law had to take a break for a while because the students were still stubbornly training. Or maybe it was not she who conducted the classes? Between them he noticed two clearly smaller individuals, dark-haired boys of quite strong build. They seemed oddly familiar to him, though he had certainly never seen them. Katsumi stepped forward as energetically as usual, smiling warmly at Hanabi. Guess he still didn't understand that he had no chance.

- Good morning Miss! - he told the woman in front of the house. - We're looking for a local master.

- You're looking at him right now. - she replied calmly, pausing her work and setting the broom upright. - Soga Yui, Black Fox, master of this dojo.

Black...? The question of his wife's Yang was even more confusing. Don't think he should really worry about it. At the same time, was increasingly admitting she was right - they were...reversals. It was enough to look into the eyes of sister-in-law to find out about it. Cold as rock, unshakable. She greeted the others with a nod, then glanced at Matsumoto.

- What's this "miserable"? - she asked bluntly.

- It's not nice... - Kozue growled.

- Girl...do you see that board? - mistress replied, pointing to a block of wood, at least 15 cm thick, placed in a frame standing near the entrance to the school. - I'll stop calling you "miserable" if you can punch a hole in it with your bare fist.

- But...it is...

- Not feasible? Will you break your hands? Possible. - black-haired girl said, not waiting for the sentence to be completed. - Both me, my sisters and our children over 8 have tried to do it. See the effects for yourself. Miserable.

He looked more closely. The bale was riddled with holes. There was a horizontal row of circular holes in it, definitely punched by a human hand. Over eight years old? Kaoru was very curious when Hanabi did it. He didn't have time to ask. Heard a nightingale chanting behind him, about geese walking in a row. When turned around, he saw another of his sisters-in-law. As always, she was dressed sweetly, in a pink sleeveless shirt, a white flounce skirt and high-heeled shoes. She flung her red hair over and soon he saw three little girls following her. All of them in bright dresses and flat shoes with bows. Tiny Fubuki was walking closest to her mother, with equally fiery ponies on top of her head. The other two stopped at the sight of him, making sure that their jaws didn't drop.

- Hyo, Arashi, nice to see you again! - Hanabi asked them.

- See, I said that uncle is huge! - The red toddler snapped at her sisters. - Hi, uncle!

- Hi, Fubuki.- he muttered, ruffling the top of small head.

-Oh gosh, Kureha, nice to see you... - Shizuka sighed at the sight of the muscular doctor. - ...but you shouldn't show up here. Ayame will be furious.

- Ayame is here? - he asked with heavily concealed hope.

- DIE SHINOGI. - growled the tall blonde behind him.

He had no idea if Kureha was happier or scared. The last of Hanayama's sisters-in-law. The imperious and uncompromising Ayame. Fair-haired, in thin jeans, a corset blouse without shoulders and high-heeled pumps. Two boys with her - one dark red, tall, well-built, the other slightly shorter, dark-haired, and next to him a very similar girl, looking a bit withdrawn. The oldest of the four descendants of Kitsune looked as if she was going to throw fists at the redhead, but on the other hand she was disgusted with it.

- May I know what you're doing here? - she hissed.

- Your grandfather invited us! - the man defended himself. - ME TOO.

- Divine punishment... - She sighed heavily, then turned to the crowd, completely ignoring the interlocutor. - Yuri, Razu, Ren, go get changed.

- Fine mom. - They answered in chorus, only to disappear behind a movable wall.

- M...mom? - Kureha grunted.

- Yes, imagine that some of us matured to parenthood. - The blonde chuckled, turning on her heel to follow the children.

There was an awkward silence. Shizuka slipped out unnoticed with her three. He met another of his wife's nephews. He remembered the day Hanabi had shown him behavior of children on the phone, when they were alone at home with her. This time he had the strange impression that they were definitely calmer. He gulped at Shinogi. He didn't look like he was going to let Ayame go, just...why? It's actually none of his business. General consternation was interrupted by Yui.

- Yuki! Yoshi! Show guests the rooms! - she called to the boys from the dojo.

- Yes, mother! - they replied.

The mystery was solved. Boys looked eerily like Black Fox. They took care of Tokugawa and Kozue's luggage, leading everyone inside. He and Hanabi went to their room, the same room they had occupied before, and in childhood it had belonged only to her. As soon as they unpacked, she disappeared, probably looking for her sister.

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Hanabi was glad to hear that they were going to Okinawa, even though she still felt that her grandfather would try to convince her again. She loved him, as he must have loved her, but she was not going to agree, even if he promised golden mountains. She wasn't a teacher in a dojo, she didn't have the teaching skills, the attitude Yui does, and besides... No, it wasn't a good idea. She found her in the inner garden. She was sitting on the grass, leaning against a rockery with a fairly large bonsai tree. Still in the dark shirt and pants hakama. Yui didn't look at her, but Hanabi knew her sister felt her. They always had a strange bond. She walked over, knelt beside her, then rested head on straightened knees. A hand appeared on her head, tenderly combing short hair.

- My Yin... - whispered the brunette, looking up with blue eyes.

- My Yang...

Grandpa Shigeru spent practically the entire day with the guests, proposing that they spend their time resting. So it wasn't without an evening visit to the family onsen located at the back of the house. She forgot about it completely. Hot springs. Apparently their great-grandfather established his nest in this place just for this. She wrapped a towel around herself, leaving only the dragon's head exposed, wondering if Kaoru would benefit. Traditionally, both of them should be excluded from such pleasures because of the tattoos they wear. Her back seemed to be no problem for the sisters, she hoped grandfather would pass over the image of Otokodachi with appropriate silence. Both quite large pools were separated by a fairly high bamboo fence. They could immerse themselves in warm water delicately scented with herbs and breathe. Next to her appeared Yui, with braids tightly tied as usual, opposite Ayame and Shizuka with buns neatly pinned at the tops of their heads, and Kozue, as if most in the middle, uncertain and flustered. Fortunately, a moment of conversation was enough for her to relax. Hanabi was well aware that her sisters were sometimes intimidating, but in fact they were nice.

- I was a little surprised by the group of children around you. - Matsumoto said. - I mean...you all look very young...

- And here are two or three? And quite large ones? - Shizuka laughed heartily, slightly covering her mouth with her hand. - You are as old as you feel, sweetheart.

- Neither of you looks like you're giving birth. - she continued blushing.

- Oh yeah, there's no hanging skin, wrinkles, stretch marks, tousled hair... - Ayame calculated. - Let's say...it was possible to survive. Childbirth is not always terrible and traumatic, although the fact may be.

The teenager looked as if she didn't understand the twisted logic of the interlocutor. Hanabi had a similar conversation many times, basically after each delivery, sisters had to talk to each other and said "what it was like this time". She didn't intend to interfere, she had no experience herself, and besides...thinks, but she's not yet mature enough to talk about it.

- There are many variables that affect how it will all go. For example your attitude or physical condition. - The blonde continued, tucking a falling strand behind her ear and settling more comfortably. - My firstborn was born on the express, a week later I wrote a colloquium on medical basics. Twins couldn't decide which would be born first, which almost torn me in two.

- And my births have always been fun! - The redhead laughed. - Especially the latter! The water broke in the shower, I ate my lunch calmly, I came by my own car...and when I stood in front of the hospital reception, Fubuki was pushing her head out! Nurses nearly died from experience!

- And how is it with anesthesia? - the girl asked.

- Epidural? - Shizuka asked. - Neither of us used.

- And so...just? Without anything? - Kozue's eyes grew larger and larger.

- "Children of the Fox", meaning every woman born in our family, are made to give birth. - Yui said sternly. - Besides, female bodies are shaped to cope in most cases.

Every conversation with the sisters ended the same in her case. She was given a whole range of advice and ideas on what to do, what to remember, why not to do something. It was evident that this principle didn't work on other people, or at least those unrelated.

The first days passed very quietly. Grandfather was surprisingly stoic for her company, not clinging to her that she should stay. It looked as if he was focused on the guests and their skills. And they had the opportunity to show off many times. Shigeru even hosted a mini tournament on their arrival to see what they could do. The dojo students didn't have much chance, but it was a good lesson for them too. She kept wondering when grandfather's bomb would go off, scattering smelly shit among four granddaughters, especially the two youngest. She didn't have to wait too long. It was the evening of the third day when his impatience had clearly reached its zenith. She guessed what was going on. According to him, Hanabi should be in control, she should be sitting next to him, and Yui should bow and obey her gratefully. Ultimately, Hanabi was to take over. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, didn't want to. Didn't change her mind. He probably blamed someone else.

- You don't know your place in line, girl! - he grunted nervously, barely glancing at Yui.

- What this time? - she sighed heavily, eating the rice from the bowl.

- You're just a surrogate master until Hanabi returns to her wits, and you act like it's all yours! - he snorted fiercely. - Over my dead body!

- Oh, really? Are you still under the illusion that she'll come back to cheerfully keep an eye on your bunch? You're a blind fool! - the woman snapped, getting up from her seat, then turned to the younger one. - I want a duel. When and where it doesn't interest me anymore. Let's figure it out once and for all, Hana.

She did not have time to react, because the sister turned abruptly on her heel and left, not worried about closing the door. Even stranger than the reaction of the always calm woman, was the fact that Kaioh ran right after her, throwing a dark braid around. Hanabi glared at the gray-haired man in dismay.

- Like you always can fuck things up beautifully, Grandpa. - she sighed disapprovingly.

- Weigh the words, child. A bit of culture. - he grunted, sipping his green tea.

- I'd like to, but you make it so difficult.

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Retsu was watching Yui from the first moment he saw her. At first he thought that she was an exceptionally frail man, when he came closer, saw a woman of exceptional beauty. She amazed him with her attitude, strength, skills...basically everything she displayed. For some reason, it seemed as if Master Shigeru had completely missed it, which he thought was a gross oversight. He had a perfectly cut diamond under his wing, and was blind to its wonderful brilliance. Even though she didn't say a word directly to him, nor did she glance at him with beautiful blue eyes, the old man's words ached alive. Moved, he ran after her, not quite sure what to do or say. Without thinking, he opened the door that had slammed a moment earlier behind the woman in dark hakama pants.

- Soga-sensei*, I...

- Yes? - she said in a low voice, turning slightly towards him.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he had burst into her room without knocking, and she was...going to change. She was standing in front of him, half naked, in only pants, with a white blouse in hands. Visibly firm breasts were obscured only by strong arms, naturally arranged on the sides of the body. A beautiful, strong body with clearly defined back muscles. He looked down, blushing all over his face.

- Eishu Retsu, master of Chinese Kenpo...Kaioh, am I right? - she asked as if nothing had happened. - It makes no difference to me whether you watch me naked or in my clothes.

- But that's...I am very... - he muttered under his breath.

- I am a soldier. I want to be appreciated for my skills, not my looks. - she said. - Can I help you with something?

- I am full of admiration for your skill, Soga-sensei! - he snapped forcefully, then abruptly turned and left, making sure he had closed the door behind him.

He shot out like a slingshot, burning with shame. How was he supposed to look her in the eye after something like this?! He admired the strength and fortitude of the young mistress, and as can see, he was absolutely unable to respect her personal space. Who knows where he would have gotten had it not been for the old man standing in his way. He invited Retsu with a wave of hand to him. It was rude to say no. They sat facing each other in a modest room, with a low table with a pot of tea and two cups between them.

- How about tea, Kaioh? - the man suggested.

- Thank you, Soga-sensei. - he replied.

- And I'd like to... - Shigeru laughed slightly, pouring the green liquid into the vessel. - Why such a violent reaction to my granddaughter's exit? I admit that I did not expect.

- With all due respect, Soga-sensei, I don't think you appreciate Yui-sama. She is a great teacher with a great heart for martial arts, a talented fighter. I... - he listed, unable to find the right words in the crowd of thoughts. - I... see something so amazing for the first time! Why are you so insistent that the youngest take over the dojo?

- I don't deny that Yui has great potential, but Hanabi is more appropriate. - the old man insisted, sipping his tea. - It's quite a long story, you just have to take my word for it that I know what I'm doing.

- What are you going to do, Soga-sensei? - Retsu worried.

- Oh, no big deal. Though it will take a while to prove to her that this young yakuza is a poor material for a husband. - he explained bluntly. - Although I have to admit, a first-class stud. Unusual muscle building. He will give my son perfect grandchildren.

- You want to destroy your granddaughter's relationship? - Kaioh said indignantly. - Just like that?

- The welfare of the family and school counts for me, young master. I have a bunch of great-grandchildren, I need a genius heir to take the dojo back to its glory days! - Shigeru laughed. - The first in line, as the one with the strongest predispositions, is the reincarnation of my great-grandmother, Little Fox. If, for the sake of the public, I have to break something... Too bad. Someday she will understand.

- It's monstrous! Aren't you afraid I will anticipate them?

- It won't change much... - he whispered, narrowing his eyes. - Besides, you don't look like the kind who likes to meddle in someone else's business.

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The good of the family? The good of the school? What about her happiness? The longer she listened, the more disgusted and wanted to wipe grandfather's nose just as badly. Trying not to creak a single wooden stave, she returned to the room where husband was waiting for her, as usually only in a white fundoshi. She collapsed against him, lean back against his muscular stomach and wrapped his arms around herself.

- Grandpa is going to divide us so that I can stay here. - she grunted grumpily. - Maybe not today, not tomorrow, not in a week...but he openly admitted that he would do whatever was necessary.

- I've been wondering for a long time, what Goro has to say? - Kaoru asked, brushing her long black fringe away from her green eye.

- He said he didn't interfere. He respects my decisions, but he doesn't intend to stand up to his father, so just cut himself off. - she replied with a shrug. - I guess he also thinks the whole thing is pointless.

- So it seems that we have to knock out the whole plan from the grandfather's head. - he replied softly, leaning down to her neck.

A warm shiver ran through her as his big finger brushed the hemline of neckline and prominent lips touched the skin on the back of neck. The other hand slid under the loose t-shirt. She thought. They had two problems to solve. One: school master function. Fortunately, she could easily get around the duel with Yui, they just had to play it well. Two: relationship with Kaoru. She absolutely wasn't going to get caught up in her grandfather's games, she didn't even see the need to prove anything to him...but how to discourage him? Husband was definitely not helping, starting out bolder and bolder. Cut fingers gently cupped one of the breasts for an equally subtle kneading. She turned to face him, placing a huge paw on her back.

- Honey... - she began, but was interrupted by a steel grip on her buttocks, lifting her up to sit on his lap.

He stuck his sweet lips into her, as he did every time he came back from a hard day, when just needed her company. If it were someone else, she would probably treat it as abuse, maybe even rape. But Hanabi knew her husband well enough that she knew how he wasn't particularly eager to talk about his feelings. It happened, a fact, but when he wanted something, just took it. In her case, he was surprisingly able to sense when she wouldn't mind. Guess that was one of the reasons she loved him...in some twisted, masochistic way.

- I always forget that I married a "bad boy". - she laughed beadily as she cupped big neck and tucked tiny fingers into raven hair.

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*Sensei - honorific title identifying the lecturer, teacher, master, also writers, doctors, politicians and all others who have achieved a certain level of mastery in their field

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alecmagnuslwb · 2 years

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Suffering in Silence

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“He’s running again!” Zatanna shouts chasing Faust down as he wiggles from his ties and bolts for the exit. “Come back here you little bastard!”

John steps in line with her and leaps when they get close tackling Faust to the ground. They wrestle with one another John making a pained face when Faust gets in him in the side particularly hard.

“You’ll never hold me,” Faust exclaims clamoring a bit away from John and reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a glowing stone and tosses it at the two of them a blinding green light forcing them both to cover their eyes.

When Zatanna opens her eyes back up Faust is gone and she’s laying on the floor. Wait, why is she lying on the floor? She groans and it comes out deeper than she ever thought her voice could sound. She also aches, all over. What the hell did Faust hit them with?

She finally opens her eyes completely and looks up to see herself standing over her. Well, that’s not normal.

“You alright, love?” standing her asks. She lifts herself up her back aching with the motion and looks down at black pants that are a few days past their prime and oh god that’s a tan trench coat.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell,” she says John’s thick accent rolling out the words more gruffly than she ever could. “He body swapped us.”

“He fuckin’ body swapped us,” the her standing above her says, the her that’s actually her boyfriend. Rory catches up to them just then, unwrapping the rags from his face.

“You guys okay?”

“No,” they say in unison Zatanna’s wrist popping uncomfortably as John helps her up from the floor.

Rory laughs at them when they tell him what’s happened. Flat out just laughs at them. It’s quite rude.

“This isn’t funny,” she grumbles twisting John’s aching back in an attempt to loosen it up. It doesn’t seem to be working.

Rory doesn’t know for certain what kind of rock Faust used, but he swears he’s seen it before that it’s just on the tip of his tongue and as far as Zatanna could tell it damn near looked like a piece of Kryptonite, so they head back to the house to search. John can’t say backwards magic to save his life to make a portal so they have to do things the traditional way calling a cab that they very nearly get kicked out of simply for looking like a pack of costumed weirdos.

The House of Mystery is dead quiet when they return and Rory jumps right into researching. Zatanna helps him before her eyes start to burn a bit too much, there’s a chance John needs glasses. There’s no way in hell he’ll ever get them though.

On the tip of Rory’s tongue it turns out means hours or pouring over books. Night starts to turn into day and eventually John wanders off to change complaining about the tightness of Zatanna’s corset and the height of her heels.

“How in the bloody hell do you walk in these?” he complains in her voice, not a hint of his accent peeking through. He hops out of the library on one foot already tossing off one of the shoes before hopping down the hall to toss off the other.

Zatanna paces while he’s gone walking back and forth until John’s ankle starts screaming at her not to. She assumes it’s from tackling Faust and stretches the leg out but the pain just keeps pulsing.

“I don’t understand how you breathe in those things,” John says when he re-enters the room wearing a much looser top.

Zatanna huffs at him. “Years of tried and true practice, it’s all about posture.”

“Ah, no wonder it’s hell for me then,” he chuckles tossing himself down into one of the big comfy library chairs kicking his feet up, now in a pair of much flatter shoes.

Zatanna continues to pace attempting to stretch out John’s limbs for a bit of relief. The smell of cigarettes on him is even more poignant being in his own body, there’s no way he hasn’t gone totally nose blind to it. He needs a new belt she notes as his pants start to slip a bit and his jacket is way overdue for a run through the wash. The bloodstain on the collar alone is enough proof of that. None of that really surprises her though.

It’s the pain that surprises her most. She knew John could be incredibly nonchalant when he was injured but what she’s feeling now she doesn’t know how he gets through the day sometimes.

There’s a twinge in his neck every time she swivels to the right. His left ankle is fine one second, but God forbid she steps on it the wrong way and a pain shoots all the way up his leg she could almost cry. There’s a soreness in his back that’s nearly constant. His fingertips tingle with a painful sensation from years of burns when she presses them too hard into any surface. There’s a decades old stab wound that aches when it’s about to rain, which it just started to. The wrist that she’s always noticed clicks when he runs his fingers through her hair can only click so many times before a lance of pain shoots through it.

And even when everything is actually under control not aching or screaming in pain there’s still random cricks in his bones or the throbbing bruise on his side from being knocked into a wall by a Wendigo a few days before. The years of demon deals, exorcism's, bar fights, an incredibly rough childhood and everything in between all piling up into some sort of constant chronic pain.

And of all the things he complains about he never complains about the pain, unless he happens to get a paper cut then he never shuts up. He’s just been suffering in silence.

She looks over at him, or at herself with him on the inside, a little sadly and gets up pulling the chair across from him up close so their knees are touching. She flinches a bit when they get too close. The knee is aching now when it was perfectly fine just a few hours ago. He notices the flinch but acts like he doesn’t. On her body he’d ask a million questions on his own he barely cares.

Rory keeps flitting around behind them a stack of books nearly as tall as him still trying to identify what that artifact was. She ignores him solely focused on John.

“How come you never told me?” she says softer in John’s voice than he even sounds when he speaks to her in the quiet of the night or the first rays of the morning.

He looks at her with that playing dumb look she’s so used to seeing on his face that it strikes her odd seeing it on her own.

“The pain,” she says emphasizing the word. “There’s always something on this body in constant pain and you act like everything is fine and dandy.”

“It’s no big deal,” he shrugs. “Lots of bangs and bruises, I’m used to it.”

Zatanna shakes her head reaching out his creaky wrist and laying it on her own thigh. It’s weird, she moves past it quickly. “You shouldn’t have to be used it, baby. Some of this is pretty bad. Have you ever seen a doctor about any of it?”

She absolutely knows the answer to that question but she asks anyway.

John snorts. “Last time I went to a doctor he told me I had lung cancer, not doing that again.”

Zatanna rolls her eyes, his eyes. She’s getting a bit of a headache which she knows isn’t chronic pain related, but just a byproduct of loving John Constantine. “Yes, and you were magically cured by three hell lords who you tricked so they wouldn’t fight over your soul when you croaked. I don’t think that’s going to happen for this.”

John sighs. His slumping posture so clear on her body. “It’s nothing I can’t mana-“

“I know,” she interrupts reaching up and fixing the collar of her favorite ruffly white shirt. John calls it her sexy pirate shirt and it pleases her that it’s the one he chose to put on when he changed. “But that doesn’t mean you have to. I’ve been walking around in your shoes for not even 24 hours and not a minute of it has been totally pain free.”

“I don’t know I just kinda push it to the back of my mind. You just caught yourself living in my body on a rough day, usually it’s just one little thing,” he says searching the pockets of her pants for cigarettes he sighs and reaches out for his coat checking the pockets. They come up empty too. He lets out a bigger sigh probably the most emphatic one she’s heard come from herself before.

“One little thing like your creaky wrist we make jokes about. There’s legitimate pain there, John,” she says reaching out to delicately brush his wrist which is actually her wrist and the wrist with the pain is the one that’s her own but not his. It’s confusing, she really needs Rory to fix this situation quickly.

“It’s not that bad,” he huffs bringing his other hand over to grip hers or his. Whatever. Again it’s weird.

“Just promise me one little thing,” she asks a little pleading and John nods back without hesitation. Agreeing to something she asks of him without hesitation. Even at their worst she’s always had sway with him and in moments like this it’s a good thing. “When we’re back in our bodies I happen to have an in with an off the book’s kind of doctor in Gotham who could take a look, maybe give you something light to help. A few tips to stretch out the hurt even, nothing too big. Just a little help.”

He lets out one more dramatic sigh. “Okay, but if you’re making me go to Gotham I refuse to interact with any Bat person.”

“I think I know a spell or two to make it so they don’t even know we’re there in the first place,” she says with a smile.

“Brilliant,” he says a bit of his British accent slipping in through her voice. He leans forward and kisses her once on the lips a little slow. It’s odd technically kissing herself. She really wants her body back.

John hums a bit when he pulls back, a wicked little smile she knows all too well on John’s face gracing her own. “Always had a bit of a fantasy about that,” he says bumping their foreheads together playfully. “You know he seems to be taking his sweet time figuring this so we could take this upstairs learn a few new things about our own bodies.”

Zatanna rolls her eyes. She will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that her curiosity is a bit peaked about the prospect, but she absolutely will not be having body swap sex while under the influence of an unknown artifact. Weird shit happens to them enough without exacerbating circumstances.

“Eureka!” Rory shouts. Saved by the damn bell. He rushes over to them and drops a large book unceremoniously onto their knees. Zatanna tries not to flinch when it hits John’s bad knee just the wrong way.

“A draconian katra!” he exclaims pointing to a metal device on the page before him. “Or the reverse to it used the other way around in this case. Usually this,” he gestures to a glowing green rock. “Undoes the spell but it seems in his panic to get out our friend Faust decided to toss it at the two of you and do his own little magic to it so he could through you off.”

“So if the undoing did it, how do we undo it?” Zatanna says feeling like she’s reciting some sort of Dr. Seuss bit.

“We just need the original device, one of you wears it, you hold hands and boom, switcho presto,” he says with a smile pushing up his glasses.

“Great, so where do we get one?” John asks leaning forward and picking up the large book tossing it as unceremoniously at Rory as he had onto them.

“Oh, I have one,” he says shutting the book tight. “Or my dad’s shop does. One quick trip and we’re set.”

“Well then let’s go,” Zatanna says standing and reaching out a hand the backwards words already on her lips.

John stops her with a gentle hand. “Uh, love, your magic’s still in me, or in you, so walk me through the pronunciation.”

“Right,” she says with a huff. It takes nearly thirty minutes to teach John a few short words to pull up the portal, but eventually he gets the words down right and in no time John has a hand outstretched the metal device latched to it.

They sit at a table and John reaches out the hand. Zatanna mirrors him and leans against the table.

“I feel like we’re gonna arm wrestle,” John chuckles just before their hands meet.

“100 bucks says I win,” she says with a smile grasping his hand. A surge of white-hot magic expels from the device surging through the both of them like sticking a fork in a light socket. They rock back in their chairs, their hands still tightly clasped and then rock back forward their hands breaking apart.

Zatanna looks down and shakes the device from her hand. Her hand. Her lovely fake diamond encrusted nailed hand.

“Oh, to be me again,” she says with a dreamy sigh her eyes meeting John’s. He twists his wrist around, the creaky one, with a smile not totally hiding his wince of pain for the first time maybe ever in front of her.

“Fancy that trip to Gotham?” she asks reaching out and gently touching his other wrist. Rory steps in between them picking up the device and sealing it back into the box he found it in.

“Now?” John says entangling their fingers. His slightly rough calloused ones up against her soft ones. It’s nice, she missed the feeling these last hours.

“Better now than weaseling your way out of it later,” she says with a smile standing up and pulling John with her.

“You’re going on a mission already?” Rory says eyeing them both.

Zatanna shakes her head. “Doctor’s appointment.” She lifts her hand backwards magic flowing from her lips easily and tugs John along towards a portal.

“What about the bats?” John says hesitating, trying to work his way out of this. Not this time. She knows what it’s like in his body and if there’s even something small she can do to help she’s doing it.

“Already bat-proofed us,” she says with a smile pulling John close. He comes easily with just a bit of hesitation still on his face. “Let me worry about the bats and let’s just focus on taking care of you.”

He relents pressing a quick kiss to her cheek just before they step through the portal the pain in his wrist just a dull ache for the moment.

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thefreelanceangel · 1 year

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stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

As a Kyho, Esti grew up wearing loose, lightweight clothing suitable for desert heat. Unlike most of her family, she wore concealing clothing for years.

Only when she began performing as an aerial acrobat with her now-deceased dance partner did Esti start wearing clothing to accentuate and highlight her figure.

She is taller than most of her family, standing around 5' 5", and has the Kyho bone structure--broad shoulders and hips, long legs, a short torso. Years of aerial hoop performance have given her considerable muscle tone that's only begun to soften in the past couple of years as she focuses more time on serving in a café than she does practicing on her hoop.

Now living in Old Sharlayan, she tends to sweaters, flat-soled shoes, leggings and skirts. For warmer days, the sweaters are either cropped or removed in favor of tank tops. Her clothing does flatter her body, largely because her best friend and his husband are invested in getting her into a relationship and out of their house. So they do a lot of shopping that she's "encouraged" into.

Fortunately, they have good taste, and choose soft fabrics in light colors that set off Esti's dark golden skin and her ice blue eyes. She genuinely doesn't care enough to argue anymore and only refuses items that make it hard for her to move. No rigid corsets or stiletto heels, but practical, attractive clothing.

After all, she's never been in a fight in her life and knows absolutely nothing about combat. She's a barista, so her clothing doesn't need to stand up to anything but the most average daily activities.

She did save some of her performance outfits, which were very eye-catching, tight-fitting and designed to both work for flexibility and show off her body's movement and posture.

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rjcollinsauthor · 2 years

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Chapter 14:

"We are going out tonight," Jessica announced as she pushed her way inside my room. At this point, I should just get a revolving door.

"Where are we going?" Riley asked.

Riley had been staying with me for almost a week now to help me keep on track with the plan. I had no idea how she was going to graduate while missing so much school, but she said not to worry about it, so I wasn't. Riley had always been able to handle her own shit.

Jessica halted, looking and Riley and me.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Jessica asked.

Riley stayed lying on my bed. "Riley Chance, and you must be Jessica Ross, the bitch who helped the Blue Rose boys frame my bestie."

Jessica stood there speechless as Riley got off the bed too slowly. I got in between them because I knew for a fact Riley had no problem kicking someone's ass.

"Yeah, I'm trying to make amends for that."

"Oh, you better. Lena doesn't want to admit that she's truly a big ole softy." I glared at her, which she ignored. "But I, on the other hand, believe that once a rat, always a rat. Try that shit again, and those cheap ass blonde extensions will be the only thing left of you."

Riley smiled at her and went back to lying on my bed and scrolling on her phone. I tried and failed to hide my smile. Riley really was a ride-or-die type bitch.

"You were saying something about us going out tonight," I said.

Jessica looked scared but nodded. "You've been cramped up in this room for far too long. It's time you hung out with other people who aren't the reason for and a part of your revenge."

"I second that. We need to find you a dick to sit on that's not a guy who framed you for murder."

"And arson. Don't forget arson." Jessica said unhelpfully.

"Fuck the both of you. But fine, let's go out."

Jessica squealed and went to my closet to find me something to wear.

"Yeah, let's not pick something from the preppy schoolgirl clothing line," Riley said and got off the bed and opened up the duffle bag she had brought with her.

She pulled out a black dress with thin straps.

"Can never go wrong with a little black dress." she sang and waved it around.

An hour later, the three of us were dressed and ready to go to a club Riley found that wasn't too far from campus. I looked at myself in the mirror, and for the first time since I've been here, I felt like myself. I'm wearing a little black dress. And by little, I mean I won't be able to bend over without flashing someone. I did black smokey eyes with red lipstick and black lip liner. Riley flat ironed and curled my hair, leaving it in big curls. I looked over at Riley and Jessica. Riley was wearing black leather pants, a black, red lace corset, and heels that made her almost tower over me. Riley's hair was pinned up with a claw hairpin. Jessica wore a light blue mini skirt with a white crop top. She put her blonde hair into a high ponytail.

"Ready?" I asked.

Riley nodded and headed to the door, but Jessica stopped her.

"Let's take some pictures together."

Jessica didn't wait for us to respond; she pulled out her phone and began taking pictures of each of us and then all of us together. We called a car and left.

****

We pulled up to a club called Tipsey, which had to be the dumbest name ever, but the line went around the corner.

"These aren't stand in line all night kinda heels," Riley said.

"Did you forget we're Blue Rose? We don't have to stand in any line ever."

She walked right up to the bouncer, told her our names, and we were let right in and led to a table in a top section.

"Now, this is what I'm talking about," Riley said on her third shot of vodka. "Just us girls relaxing and living our best life. A little revenge here and there. That's what it's all about."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked her as I sipped on my vodka lemonade.

"Nothin, just enjoying life."

"Why am I the only one popping my fucking pussy right now? Come dance!" Jessica yelled.

She was in between a woman and a man, all three of them dancing to whatever Cardi B song was playing. I laughed at the TikTok reference and decided, fuck it. I pulled Riley with me and danced on her. Two songs and a couple of shots in, Riley and I were having the time of our lives. I laughed harder than I had in way too long. It felt so good to be here with her. I remember the times we would sneak into clubs like this before we turned twenty-one. Henry would somehow catch us every time. I swear he had a tracker on me back then.

"I love girl-on-girl action." a random, stumbling, and obviously drunk guy said.

Why can't women just live? We ignored him and kept dancing.

"Btich, I'm talking to you."

I whipped my head around. "Leave us alone, or I'll break your arm."

His eyes widened like he hadn't expected me to say anything at all. Then his eyes turned to fury.

"You entitled little bitch. You should be grateful I'm talking to you. Do you know how many girls in here want me?"

"Yeah, exactly none," Riley said.

One second he was stumbling, and the next, he was launching himself at Riley. I stepped in front of her and punched him right in the face. He stumbled back and held his now bloody nose. Jessica rushed over and grabbed a hold of Riley.

"Let's go," I announced.

Riley and Jessica went first, and I followed behind them. We don't even get close to the door when the asshole can't take a hint and grabbed my arm. I got ready to kick him in his little balls when he was on the ground a second later. I watch as a guy jumps on him. It took me less than a second to realize the guy hitting him over and over again was Noah. Noah always seemed to be knocking men unconscious like it was his day job. I think he's about to get off the guy, but he keeps going. The crowd around us is just staring as Noah beats a man to death. I stepped in and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Noah, stop."

Noah's fist almost goes down again, but he stopped at the sound of my voice. He lets go of the guy's shirt, making him hit the floor.

"Let's go," Noah said.

"We're about to call a car to come to get us,"

"No, you'll ride with me."

"No."

"Always gotta do things the hard way."

I ignored him and pulled out my phone to call a car when I was suddenly upside down. "Noah put me down right now!" I screamed. "I am getting sick of you throwing me over your shoulder, you asshole!"

He ignored me and carried me through the club, and no one but Jessica and Riley tried to stop him. Riley tried and failed to pull me off of him. He kept going until we reached the door of his car, where the rest of the boys were waiting.

"Oh hell no," I shouted when Noah finally put me down.

Before I could walk away, Noah grabbed me and pushed me into the car. Scott reached out an arm and helped him while Noah got in and forced me onto his lap. Randall was in the driver's seat while Avery was in the passenger seat.

"Are you ladies going to get in, or am I going to have to get Avery to throw you in?"

I gave them both a look that said Don't get in! But they didn't listen and got into the car because I guess Noah's demand was scarier than my look. Randall started the car, and we drove away. I moved in Noah's lap to try to get onto Riley's lap because this was way too close for me.

"You better stop moving, or you'll have a problem to deal with," Noah warned.

I stopped moving and noticed that he was becoming hard beneath me. He had his arms wrapped around me and forced me to lean back against him. I could feel his breath against my neck. He moved one of his arms and placed his hand on my thigh. He moved it higher, and I gripped his hand to stop him.

"Why haven't you ever worn this dress for me?"

"Because it's not mine."

"Ah, yeah, I forgot you dress like an innocent schoolgirl. Those outfits are just as sexy. You don't want to know how many times I've imagined you bent over with my dic-"

"Shut up right now,"

It's like he's forgotten we aren't the only ones in the car. Riley and Jessica were noticeably silent, and Riley kept sending me looks like she was waiting for me to give her the okay to start beating asses. As much as I believed I could kick their ass one on one, I wasn't sure about us vs. them. As we drove, I noticed that none of the boys were giving me their usually threatening looks or saying anything about threatening my life. What the hell was that about?

We got to campus, and Jessica couldn't open the door fast enough. She got out, and Riley followed her. I started to go too, but Noah held on. Randall got out of the car and closed the door. I tried to get off Noah, but he was holding me too tight. I started to reach my elbow back to hit him, but Scott grabbed both of my arms and held them in front of me.

"Let me go, you assholes."

"No, you're staying with me tonight."

"The hell I am."

I watched as Randall was being punched by Riley and Jessica kicked him in the balls. I laughed when he fell down.

"Oh hell no," Avery said and jumped out of the car.

He grabbed Randall and put him in the passenger seat. Jessica went for the door while Avery and Riley started arguing. Jessica yanked on the door, but it didn't budge. She looked at me with horror as Avery pushed Riley to the ground, making me scream in a fury. Avery got in the driver's seat and drove away.

"I'm going to kill you," I told Avery in a cold tone.

"She'll be fine. That bitch bit me. I had to resist punching her."

Avery kept one hand on the stirring wheel while showing me the bite mark on his arm. Riley bit him good. I almost beamed with pride.

"You deserved it. You're kidnapping me."

"Trust me, we'd rather not, but your psycho boyfriend can't take not being with you."

"Noah is not my boyfriend."

"Tell him that."

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10:59 PM- Jungkook

There was a combustible element to Jungkook and you.

It wasn't like either of you were particularly firey in spirit, but something about when the two of you disagreed made things detrimental. You friends said it was because neither of you were great at communicating, frustration boiling between you until one day you just- exploded.

But the last fight was the worst, lasted days, left you crying and empty on the inside. You said you were done, that you hated his guts, ignoring him when he spat back poisonous words at you as you left. You were determined to never see him again, until Halloween.

Halloween was your thing as a couple. The two of you loved everything involving horror, your first date was to a scary movie where you pretended to get so scared you hid under the blanket and gave him head in the back of the movie theater. You always went all out with matching costumes, forcing your friends to go to haunted houses and escape rooms leading up to the holiday. This year, there was none of that- just a single party that your friend was forcing you to attend.

You begrudgingly went, your eyes falling flat on the reason they had been so insistent on your attendance in the first place. If you weren't drunk already, you wouldn't have shown that you cared so much. But there he was, reminding you of what you missed.

Jungkook, you on-again, off-again boyfriend standing in front of you. You narrowed your eyes, studying his costume. Tight leather pants, fishnet shirt, hair spiked up- he was...a goth....person?

"Oh, what the fuck," You cursed, snapping your head towards your friend, who was grinning at you sheepishly. You shoved her, groaning in annoyance. "You could've told me he was going to be here."

"It was a coincidence, I swear!" She urges, stifling her laughter as you looked down at your own costume helplessly, dressed as Jennifer Check, taking a page from your newfound hatred towards men.

"I'm leaving," You grumbled, turning to walk straight out of the door.

"You're obsessed with me, aren't you?"

You froze, a familiar voice irritating the shit out of you. You turned around on your heels slowly, glaring at Jungkook, who was now standing in front of you with an exasperated look on his face. You got distracted by something reflecting light through his netted shirt- your eyes drawing directly to the barbells running through Jungkook's nipples. When the fuck did he get his nipples pierced? You looked back up at him angrily, gasping when you realized he had a silver ring around his bottom lip too.

You had begged him to get more piercings for months- begged. He always said he was waiting for his birthday or something stupid like that, pushing it off. Looks like what he was really waiting for was for you to leave him. Jungkook raised his eyebrows in a haughty expression, the piercing running through his brow glinting under the flashing lights in the room teasingly.

"Your costume sucks," You snapped angrily, ignoring his many very sexy, very attractive metal piercings. Your eyes were stuck on his tattooed arm, missing the way they looked under your palm.

"Speak for yourself, your tits are half out." He argued, crossing his arms. His eyes were zeroed in on your chest, smeared with fake blood and pushed up by the corset around your waist. You raised your eyebrows when you noticed a pout suddenly form, lip ring pushing out slightly.

Aw...

No- Stop, you hated men. You were Jennifer Fucking Check, boy-eating, cold-hearted, drop-dead-gorgeous bitch. You were supposed to hate Jungkook. He hurt your feelings, he never apologized, he irritated the shit out of you. He looked really fucking good right now.

"I'm leaving," You sighed, shaking your head slightly.

You didn't notice he had followed you outside until you pulled your phone out to call an uber, Jungkook stopping you with a hand at your elbow, "Come on, I'll give you a ride."

"Why would you do that? Don't you hate me?" You laughed, shaking his hand off of you.

"I don't- Look, I just don't want your ass getting kidnapped or some shit, I don't need the drama." He snapped, rolling his eyes. You knew he was kidding but it stung a little.

He stood close enough to you that you could smell his cologne, the familiarity of it all comforting you slightly. You felt your shoulders relax in a way they hadn't since you left him, a weight lifting. You regretted arguing so much, regretted breaking things off. He looked at you expectantly, dark eyes softening when they met yours. What would he say if you asked him to give you another chance?

You looked at him with a confused look on your face, not knowing Jungkook as someone to stay sober at a party, "You aren't drinking?"

He shook his head simply, pulling his keys out of his pocket. You watched him twirl the ring around his finger absentmindedly, his eyes scanning your frame, "No, didn't feel up to it tonight. Can you just let me take you home?"

You bit your lip slightly before nodding, following him to his car, "Your costume really does suck, you know." You quipped, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, well." He grumbled, shuffling closer to you. "You were the one who was in charge of the costumes. You seem happy enough to not have to worry about a couples costume, though, so what does it matter?"

You ignored the pang at your heart and frowned at him, scanning his face to try and tell if he was joking or not. Happy? How could you be happy without him?

"I'm not."

Jungkook looked up from his keys still swinging idly, narrowing his eyes, "What?"

"I'm not happy." You said simply. "I- uh, look, I just want to go home. I'm sorry, okay? For being a bitch, for bothering you. You're being nice and I'm being difficult."

There was no way he'd want you still. Not when you broke up with him the way you did. But you regretted it, deeply. You wished there was some way you could convince him, somehow tell him...

"You have nothing to apologize for- I'm the one who should be saying I'm sorry." He said nervously. "For everything- I know you're not talking about our relationship right now, but I'm sorry for not treating you right towards the end. I know why you broke up with me, I was...taking you for granted. It wasn't right, I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I loved you so much. I- I still love you. Maybe even more."

Your hands felt hot, burning, wanting to reach out to hold him. He looked so helpless, standing there in front of you, sadness melting his eyes and your heart.

"You still love me?" You mumbled before you could stop yourself, blurting it out reflexively.

Jungkook nodded eagerly, surging forward. You reached out to him tentatively, wanting him closer to you. It was harder to say it, to say you felt the same, when the last time you tried to fight for him, he didn't care. He let you achor him to you, hips knocking against each other, "Yeah, I do."

Jungkook's hands felt like hot coals on your waist. The material of your corset was thick but under his touch, it felt like the thinnest silk. He drummed his fingers on your torso, parking your legs with his knee, pushing your back against his car. He upturned your chin, fingers suddenly pushing into your neck, running down the length of it, and stopping at your pulse point. Maybe you should've pushed him away, but instead you ran your hands up his back and slipped your fingers under the wires of the mesh netting, digging your nails into his flesh. He hissed slightly, hand gripping the skin of your hip. This was dangerous- you were in public, he was your ex-boyfriend.

The realities of the situation dawned on you, forcing you to pull apart from him with a hand to his firm chest. He looked hurt, brow furrowed deeply.

"We're not...we fight a lot," You mumbled. "We're clearly not soulmates."

"Soulmates?" Jungkook laughed humorlessly, scrunching his nose up. "You're waiting for your soulmate? Baby, fuck that shit- I love you on purpose. Isn't that better?"

It was.

You didn't answer, pulling him down by the back of his neck and kissing him harshly instead. It felt right, kissing him. He belonged here, between your legs and on your lips.

"Let's go home- Can we go home?" You asked urgently, tapping on the top of his shoulders. He nodded, rushing to open the passenger side door. You rushed home, forcing yourself to keep it in your pants until you crossed the threshold of your apartment.

"Next time we fight, just go ahead and kill me." He joked, low voice rumbling in your ear, nudging you in the direction of your bedroom. "That would be less painful then getting dumped by you again."

You slapped his arm lightly, rolling your eyes, "Don't give me a reason to fight with you, then."

You threw yourself onto your bed quickly, already trying to undo the lacing on your corset. He hummed as he looked down at you, inky eyes watching you intently as he watched you struggle, "Look at you. So desperate- Did you miss me, baby?"

"Jungkook," You whined, rolling onto your side so he could help you. He tilted his head back, a small smirk ghosting his lips as he watched you. A suddenly stormy expression overtook his features and he leaned down towards you, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"Did you let anyone else touch you while you were pretending not to be in love with me?" He whispered, tone venomous.

You snapped your face towards him, slightly outraged. "No- did you- I mean, did you sleep with anyone else?" You said, your tone slightly too loud. It had only been two weeks- did he sleep with someone else?

He let your blood boil for a second before smiling at you, shaking his head, "No- I got a piercing everytime I got horny instead."

"Pain slut," You mumbled, flickering your eyes to his pierced nipples. "Also, I wasn't pretending not to be in love with you. I was...on strike."

"You were teaching me a lesson," He corrected, watching as your thighs came together. You nodded in agreement, squeezing your legs to try and relieve the tension building up, needing some kind of friction. He sighed contently, finally giving in and helping undo the lacing on your corset, "I promise, baby. I learned my lesson. I missed how good you are for me."

"Just you," You moaned, feeling his fingers graze your spine. Your cheeks flushed as he pulled the corset off of you, working on your skirt next. It was tiny- your ass hanging out of it shamelessly. He sat back on his heels for a moment, eyes raking over your now naked writhing body.

Jungkook nodded slightly, tongue messing with the silver ring circling his bottom lip. You watched him flick the button of his pants open, pushing them down thick thighs without breaking eye contact.

"Lay back, gorgeous. I'm gonna take my time with this," He mumbled, "Make it up to you."

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