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byuntrash101 · 6 months

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𖤐 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙 𖤐

pairing — fem!nun!reader x sin of lust!seonghwa ft. ateez as the other sins

rating — smut | mdni

wc — 13.7k

synopsis — life is dull when you are an immortal being such as seonghwa. every day is the same and you live (or rather, merely exist) through the times crushed by the burden of boredom. until something new comes along in the form of a kind, compassionate and righteous newly ordained nun. and so the sin of lust makes it his personal mission to corrupt the purest of souls: yours.

nsfw tags under the cut

tags — *strap up babes this is a wild one*, a tad of plot, my attempt at humor, heavy religious/blasphemous themes (don't read if you're uncomfy <3), inclusive writing (reader is not physically described), also reader is the embodiment of purity, 20240127 hwa (moodboard here), kinda slow burn kinda vibes, so much tensionnn, mentions of a pxrn magazine, sooo much teasing, hot make out sesh, dom!hwa, also very sly demon!hwa, virgin!reader, supernatural sex, corruption kink (obviously), masturbation (f), oral (f), the (un)holy trinity =teasing, begging, mind breaking), thigh riding, nipple play, clit play, some light impact play (kitty slaps + 1 face slap), breath play, hair pulling, fingering (f), monster cock!hwa, size training, pet names (angel, love, darling, sweetheart), praising, degradation (slut, whore), unprotected sex (don’t recommend), denied and ruined orgasm (f), dumbification, multiple orgasms (f), overstim, an ungodly amount of cum, cumflation, lil breeding kink at the very end

playlist — me and the devil by soap&skin, unholy by sam smith, going to hell by the pretty reckless, smells blood by kensuke ushio, american horror show by snow wife, toc toc toc by zazie

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a/n: i had an absolute blast working over my fave fic ever posted. i love it even more now <3

also wanted to say a special thank you to @hwaightme who really helped me pulled through with one <3 ily bai <3333

Seonghwa was bored out of his mind. Like he had been for decades now, even centuries. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel… well… anything at all really. And after years upon years of vegetating he didn’t care enough to even try anymore. He just laid there, endlessly staring blankly at the emptiness. He tapped his slender finger on his thigh, comfortably set on the bed of dark purple smoke he had materialized out of thin air.

He let out an audible annoyed groan as he was nonchalantly stretching out his long limbs which didn’t fail to catch the attention of the others.

“What’s wrong?” Yeosang asked as he was feasting on some delicious meal he poofed out magically. He didn’t even take a second to look up the bucket full of chicken drumsticks, wrapping his greasy fingers around the bone and eyeing the meat like one would their life long partner. But then again, that wasn’t too far from the truth for Yeosang.

“I’m bored” Seonghwa complained, pushing his long silky black hair back on his forehead and choosing to ignore Yeosang’s lack of interest, dragging out the word on his tongue, transmitting his state of utter apathy to the others.

“Why don’t you go up and play with the Humans?” Mingi suggested while checking himself out in the mirror, readjusting his bangs and sliding his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose before striking a pose to himself, remaining completely self absorbed.

Once again, Seonghwa wasn’t getting much attention from his counterparts but he was somewhat used to it when it came to Mingi.

“What’s the point? They are no fun anyways!” Seonghwa sat up straight and crossed his long elegant legs on the cloud of cotton like smoke.

“Why?” Jongho asked, unlike the others he deigned looking in Seonghwa’s direction with somewhat surprised eyes. “You used to love going around and breaking up happy marriages, luring men and women in with your charms… That was always fun!” He said a little sluggishly, but still with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

“Yeah… Maybe it was…” Seonghwa replied. “Two millenniums ago…” Another prolonged sigh. “When everything still felt fresh.” He got up from the comfortable cloud of smoke, pacing the endless void as his heels clacked and echoed with each step. “Now I know that Humans are only self centered vile creatures who only claim to have better morals than us because they are scared of the consequences that inevitably ensue from succumbing to their primal desires. When in fact, all they want is to eat, kill, have sex or not do anything at all. They are nothing short of underdeveloped, unevolved, spineless piles of meat”

“Meat? Where?” Yeosang said, finally lifting his head from the bucket of fried chicken to look around, eyes rounded in panic.

Not a single one of them reacted except Mingi who side eyed him with disdain before returning to more important matters at hand such as swapping the aviator sunglasses for narrower, more rectangular ones.

“That’s not entirely false” Jongho concluded, shrugging, easily giving up on the idea of comforting Seonghwa.

“I mean where’s the fun if you can’t break their minds to give in?” Seonghwa placed both hands on Jongho's shoulders, slightly shaking him while the latter lifelessly swayed back and forth. “What is the point if they don’t resist the call of evil? If you can’t erode their will like a rock made smooth by the incessant beating of the waves of the cruel sea.” Seonghwa huffed in a quiet, defeated voice, letting go of Jongho's shoulders to let his arms hang at his side while the other one stared at him blankly.

“Hm… okay” Jongho said before slipping off Seonghwa's reach to take his place on the fluffy bed of purple smoke, crashing head first onto the soft cloud.

A silence settled for what seemed like a long moment, even for them, immutable creatures to whom the very concept of time couldn't grasp at their permanence.

“Well you never tried with that girl…” Wooyoung said, slithering his way to Seonghwa without a sound. He had been watching the scene unfold from afar up until then. “What was her name already?” He snapped his fingers and looked to the side trying to access his memory. He turned to Mingi for help but he was too busy looking through the mirror, slipping on yet another dangling necklace and smirking, satisfied at the results. Wooyoung then tried his luck with Yeosang but he now had his face buried in a huge bowl of chicken broth, the empty bucket of fried chicken abandoned and slurping up a big mouthful of noodles in a rather unpleasant way. “Jongho?” he called, finally settling for the one that looked almost passed out on the bed of smoke, but still this one wielded the most positive result.

“Y/n” Jongho responded without conviction, still laying flat on the cloud of smoke, eyes growing heavier by the second.

“Yeah! That’s right!” Wooyoung exclaimed. “That girl is unbreakable,” he affirmed. Seonghwa scoffed and threw an unconvinced look to his peer.

“No really! I’ve tried to corrupt her but I really couldn’t”. Wooyoung said, raising his brows and talking loudly to support his point. But that did little to persuade Seonghwa, he was convinced that Wooyoung was just not as good as him at breaking the mortals’ souls. So yes, it was possible that Wooyoung had struggled with that girl. But not him, surely not him.

When Wooyoung saw Seonghwa was not budging his face dropped, and he turned to the others. “Please someone back me up on this one”

“Oh yeaaah… I remember her” Yeosang said, voice cut by various sounds of loud lips smacking and open mouth chewing. “Even I tried!”

Now, that was different. Seonghwa was interested. Most people are quick to indulge themselves when it comes to food. It was, so to speak, the easiest sin of the seven to succumb to. The Humans often say “there’s always room for dessert” and innocently eat a generous slice of cake after devouring a full meal. They don’t even notice Yeosang forcing the big spoon full of buttery sugary goodness into their mouths. They don’t even know Yeosang, himself, made this saying.

“She refused to even do as much as taste the delicious meal I made her sister cook for her even though she was starving… instead she gave it to the homeless man living not far from her apartment.” Yeosang stated with aberration shaking his head in disappointment before plunging right back in the ramyeon bowl.

“Hmmm” Seonghwa scratched his chin, his curiosity for the mysterious righteous girl was piqued.

“One day I tried to make her give in” Jongho chipped in from the dark purple smoke bed, even pushing himself on his elbows to look at the others, to Seonghwa’s surprise. “Made her miss the train and the bus she needed to take to get home after work and conveniently laid a juicy wallet stuffed full of even juicier bills in the gutter. All she had to do was to bend down and get the money to take a taxi to her apartment. But instead she took the money and walked to the police station to report the lost wallet, which was in the opposite direction by the way and then walked back home only to take a shower and leave right after to attend the charity soup kitchen. Anddd… Explaining this made me tired. Please don't talk to me for the next two hundred years, thank you.” Jongho concluded in one single breath before laying back down and turning on his side to nap comfortably.

“Maybe that one can be interesting after all” Seonghwa thought aloud, his pretty face taking on a pensive frown, his sharp brows joining on his forehead.

“Yeah no kidding” Wooyoung added. “And you don’t know the best part yet…” A perfidious and sly smile pulled on his handsome features. “She was just ordained nun.”

Seonghwa’s face turned serious as his eyes snapped back to Wooyoung. All of a sudden the girl went from distraction of the day to possibly the ultimate challenge of corruption Seonghwa has been waiting for god knows how long (and he surely did not use the expression lightly).

“Don’t mess with me, Envy!” Seonghwa spat, suddenly calling Wooyoung by his biblical name, testifying the gravity of his statement.

“I’m not kidding, Lust” Wooyoung mocked Seonghwa’s serious tone by also using his sin name. “She decided the life of material things wasn’t the way to happiness so she devoted herself to a humbler one, gifting her time and belongings to the poor and destitutes while she devoted her body to God. God only…” Wooyoung said, feigning nonchalance while he snaked an arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders. “Look… Here she is” he purred in his neck.

With a flick of his wrist, green smoke emanated from thin air and formed a pierced circle where in the middle the reflection of a girl could be seen. She was quiet, in the very humble room, a single window shone down onto the bed as she knelt at its side, palms joined, retreated into silent prayers.

She’s perfect.

That was Seonghwa’s first thought as an obscene smirk tugged at his mouth, his tongue swiping across his lips making them shiny and wet. He eyed the girl kneeling by the bed as he lowered his chin, one strand of hair falling over the piercing siren eyes. The black and white uniform she was wearing, the habit, couldn’t fool the seasoned eyes of Seonghwa. All the fabric in the world couldn’t hide away the glorious curves of her body, the beautiful arch of her back leading to the roundness of her bottom gently resting on her heels. The holy swells of her chest softly lifting the thick black material of the habit and the simple wooden cross held by humble twine she was wearing around her neck.

Divine.

Was what described her best.

“She’s stunning,” Seonghwa huffed in a soft murmur, mesmerized and captivated by the image Wooyoung was showing him. And he smirked in victory, relishing on the way he had convinced his peer, once again living up to his name and very nature.

“Yeah I know.” Mingi said, finally turning his face away from his reflection to address Seonghwa. “I thought with such a pretty face she’d be easy to convince that she’s above everyone else and just make her a pretentious too-far-up-her-own-ass bitch. But I quickly realized she was a lost cause” he concluded, shrugging and stepping away from the mirror, sitting down next to Jongho, already fast asleep only to materialize another handheld mirror. seconds later.

“Yes…” Seonghwa spoke softly as he stared intensely at the girl. “She just might do.”

***

You were on cleaning duty at the church today after the mass. Even if the church was quite big it didn’t intimidate you. You settled the two buckets of warm soapy water and your floor cloth before tying your hair up in a rather unaesthetic but very practical hairdo and stretched your shoulders before giving yourself a determined little nod.

You started with scrubbing the ancient cobblestone of the old church with soap and a lot of elbow grease. Then you immediately followed up with dusting the chairs, the altar and the numerous effigies.

You diligently washed, dusted, scrubbed, cleaned, polished, until everything was neat and right. Simply happy and content with the idea of being useful to the community. The rhythmic sounds of your hard bristle brush against the pavements were setting the pace of the silence which helped you connect to the spiritual nature of the ancient place of worship.

But as you were tidying the confessional booth you noticed a small piece of colorful paper peeking from underneath the bench lined with worn burgundy red velvet. When your hands reached under the seat and hazardly caught the object you knew it was a magazine from the glossy feeling of the paper underneath your fingertips and when you finally let your eyes fall on it you realized the nature of the magazine.

Porn. A pornographic magazine.

The cover displayed several nude women adopting very suggestive poses, one of them even dangerously leaning her face towards the intimate parts of another one.

The obscene imagery made your heart race and you started to feel dizzy. You sat yourself on the bench and rested the lewd magazine in your lap. You took a deep breath and, very slowly, parted the red curtains to make sure you were alone in the church. Then you opened the magazine and flipped the cover page.

“Oh my… Look at that! She is flipping the pages!” Yeosang exclaimed.

“Oh she’s definitely curious about it,” Mingi laughed, his lips stretching into a satisfied half smile. But Seonghwa was more cautious, he refused to believe it just yet. Something about your body language was not right.

“Shhh” he shushed the others and motioned for them to keep looking through the green smoke.

As your fingers glided across each page. You felt hot in the face with each scene more obscene than the last one, tension building in your neck.

Seonghwa didn’t lose sight of you for a second, his lips curling on his teeth in a vicious smile as your trembling fingers went over every single page, your wide open eyes darting to every corner of each page. He could almost hear your heart thumping in your chest he could almost taste the adrenaline in your blood.

When you came to the end of it and closed out the magazine you sighed, letting your shoulders drop, closing your eyes in relief.

“Well…” you started “nobody left their name in it” you said to yourself, completely unaware the demons were spying on your every move. Not that you expected that anybody would leave their signature in such a piece of literature but still you had to at least try to find the rightful owner before taking actions.

A loud complaint erupted from the demons. All in disbelief. You looked at the magazine, true. But it was not for an impure purpose. It was only in the hopes of finding the name of the true owner and hopefully, returning it back to them. You had no interest in the salacious scenes presented in the glossy pages. The rushing blood to your cheeks wasn’t due to any feeling of arousal or libidinousness. It was only the shame of invading someone’s privacy.

Once again your intentions were completely commendable. Immaculate.

As the demons protested and complained, Seonghwa, on the other hand, stayed completely silent as he watched you bring the magazine to a trash bin without an ounce of regret. He wasn’t disappointed, he was excited. He felt excitement. A feeling so distant and faded that it felt foreign. Seonghwa had forgotten all about this thrill. He didn’t remember how tingles tickled the tip of his cold fingers or how his guts swirled around in frenzy. This feeling was joy. Pure joy. Sweet intoxicating euphoria. And it was all thanks to you.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you” he whispered to you, as if you could hear him, his eyes glued to the reflection in the pierced circle of deep green smoke, he whispered to the image of the unsuspecting girl discarding the impure magazine. A paltry, too poor of a stratagem to have you yield to the darkness. You, the pious and saintly nun.

***

You never really liked cooking, before you joined the covenant your sister was always the one in the kitchen preparing delicious home cooked meals for the family. But what you did like on the other hand was helping. Usually you cleaned up the kitchen but when your sister was running out of time she would ask you to peel the vegetables or cut them. So naturally cutting the vegetables was not your favorite task around the convent. You liked cleaning and tidying up better. Only because you were more on the active side and you liked how cleaning would make you break up a sweat when the whole monastery needed a dust off but nonetheless what you liked most was to help the community. And knowing the soup you were cooking up with the help of two of your sisters was going to feed everyone was a fulfilling feeling. Well enough to make you happy.

So you were contemplating life cutting off the homegrown zucchinis when Sister Chaeyoung started to giggle. You didn’t pay much attention until Sister Nayeon started to snicker along with her.

You lift your eyes up and the both of them instantly stiffened up and started to act suspicious.

“What are you laughing about you two?” you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips.

“Oh nothing” Nayeon said, hiding something behind her back.

“Come on, I want to laugh too” you said, the smile spreading further on your face, lifting up your cheeks adorably.

You three were the youngest in the convent so you did many duties together, you grew quite close with the girls.

Chaeyoung ripped something from Nayeon’s hand and proudly showed it to you.

“Look at this carrot” she said, puffing an adorable laugh.

It was true the carrot had quite the… interesting shape. First of all it was quite large, abnormally thick for a simple carrot. Homegrown vegetables were never like the perfectly shaped ones you could find at the store and it was definitely the case for this one. It had a slight upward curve and the extremity had a very distinctive shape. It was phallic.

You delicately took the vegetable from the hands of Chaeyoung to examine the orange root closely.

It was almost unnatural how close the resemblance was, like it couldn’t be due to fortuity… The thick tip, the robust and curved upright shaft, the asperities reminiscent of the blood engorged veins, even the small slit at the top… The details were impressive.

“Look look” Mingi exclaimed, nudging Seonghwa in the ribs as he observed you through the green fog. “She looks interested. I think she’s done this time”. He declared self-assured, cocking a single eyebrow. But Seonghwa remained completely silent but a smirk pulled on his lips when he noticed how you were eyeing the forbidden vegetable (no pun intended), how your throat seemed to thickly swallow and how your lip slightly trembled.

It felt so empowering, finally getting to chip away at your strong willed spirit, finally getting lust to creep under your skin. For these long seconds of contemplation, Seonghwa could only imagine the wicked places your mind raced to. But right when he was about to open his mouth and declare victory. You laughed.

Seonghwa’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as this laugh ripped through him, like a dagger through the skin.

You laughed so openly, your head hung back, eyes creased. The laugh was like the rest of you, joyful, clear and pure.

You are only amused by such a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course it was funny and you were never the stuck up kind and it felt right to have a bit of lighthearted fun with your younger sisters.

“I guess she’s only laughing at your stupid tricks,” Wooyoung said, his sly smirk mocking Seonghwa’s failure.

“Fuck off Wooyoung” Seonghwa spat as he watched the scene unfold.

The three of you just laughed, enjoying this bonding moment together while the stricter, older sisters and the Mother Superior weren’t there to dim down your childish and silly amusement. It was just some playful, innocent humor to you.

Nothing to shake your faith or virtue.

“Now let’s finish up the soup, girls” you said, setting the amusing carrot on the cutting board. Before chopping it up and tossing the pieces in the big pot.

“Maybe we should have kept it” Chaeyoung whispered with pouty lips. “It could have been useful.”

“Don’t be silly,” you replied with a smile.

Seonghwa felt anger bubbling up in his stomach and rushing through his veins to burn down his chest and neck. As much as he hated to admit it… Wooyoung was right, these stupid tricks were no match for the unwavering righteousness of your mind. These would certainly suffice if it was any other soul but not yours. Not you.

So Seonghwa resolved to resort to drastic measures. Something he hasn’t done for centuries. But something necessary. This anger he felt, the deception upon failing once again. He hadn’t felt that in so long, he felt alive finally. It was ironic how an immortal soul would forget how to feel alive for the simple reason that nothing is a threat to their existence. Their presence is immutable, infinite, certain. Therefore unexciting, monotonous and lifeless.

The negative feelings reminded Seonghwa of a purpose he once had, they reminded him of the stakes that used to be. In a way you reminded Seonghwa what it felt like to feel. You reminded him what it meant to be alive. Him, the unholy and vile Sin of Lust.

***

“You cannot be serious,” Hongjoong exclaimed, rubbing the deep crease between his eyebrows, this conversation was starting to give the Guardian of the Gate a headache.

“I am most certainly serious,” Seonghwa assured. “Now is the best time.”

“Why?” Hongjoong asked. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you through unless you give me a solid explanation.”

“Come on Joongie~” Seonghwa said innocently smiling at him leaning on the smaller man in front of him, wrapping his arms around his waist and tilting his head adorably. “You and I go way back, right?”

“Your ways have no power against me, Lust. You know that.” Hongjoong just looked at him scornfully. “Now if you don’t tell me your plan I’ll shut the gates for the next century.”

“What has this place come to? We used to be able to go and play with humans all day and not get questioned,'' Seonghwa complained, throwing his hands in the air and slipping away from Hongjoong. But the latter didn’t budge. “Fine” Seonghwa spat.

“You see my dear friend, today she’s ovulating. Her body is most likely to respond to the primitive instinct of the survival of the species. Meaning that her spirit is most likely to be weaker.” Seonghwa explained his reasoning.

“But how do you plan on actually interacting with her? You know you won’t be able to have physical contact, you'll go through her like a ghost. Unless she summons you. And I don’t see how or even why she would call your name three times” Wooyoung pointed out, as he was watching the feud from afar.

“I know that I’m not stupid” Seonghwa said with an eyeroll and a sigh. “I won’t need to touch her to break her” he assured.

“But how if she can’t even see you?” Hongjoong yelled, ready to pluck the hair out of his head. Seonghwa was about to become the Guardian's breaking point.

“Hey relax, okay” Seonghwa said, slipping behind the man and gently pinching the muscles of his shoulders. “You are starting to look like San.”

“What did you say about me? “ San yelled from across the empty space, interrupting his card game with Yunho.

“Just play” Yunho instructed with a monotonous fed up tone, pointing his chin towards the deck of cards.

“This game is stupid anyways!!” San screamed before flipping the table over in a loud grunt as the cards flew everywhere, floating gracefully to the ground. Yunho sighed deeply.

“He always does this…” he whispered to himself, getting off the chair and walking to Hongjoong and Seonghwa as Jongho was peacefully snoring close by.

“How can he sleep through this?” Yeosang looked at Jongho in disbelief, as he was stuffing more cheesecake into his mouth. Yunho scoffed.

“How can you eat through this?” Yunho underlined and Yeosang just shrugged before smiling with his mouth still full, earning disgusted grunts and complaints from the others.

“Can we focus for one minute here?” Hongjoong interrupted, desperately trying to get back on track. “How are you going to corrupt her if she can’t see you?”

“Oh but she will see me” Seonghwa smirked.

“Not in the monastery she won’t, not on sacred ground” Wooyoung mocked his overly confident tone.

“It’s true, you know” Yunho chipped in, putting his large palm on Seonghwa’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m about to say that but… I think you’re being greedy” Yunho concluded, as Seonghwa whipped his head to him.

“Wow… That’s so out of character for you.”

“Well that should speak volumes about the foolishness of your plan” Yunho shrugged, taking his hand back.

“It’s not foolish because she will see me. For the simple reason that she will invite me in” Seonghwa’s smirk grew wider as silence settled in the unholy space between hell and earth. Wooyoung laughed hysterically, holding his ribs as he wiped off a tear in the corner of his eyes.

“And how will you manage that?” Hongjoong asked with a raised, unimpressed eyebrow.

Just then a chiming sound could be heard in the emptiness. Seonghwa fished out of his pocket a small human device. All in the room looked incredulous As Seonghwa smirked at the small screen illuminating his pretty face.

“Since when did you-” Hongjoong started but Seonghwa simply brought his long pointer finger to his lips and shushed him.

“She’s waiting for me”

***

“A disaster” Mother superior exclaimed as she threw her arms at her side, looking at the flooded basement. “We cannot go to the retreat and leave until the problem is fixed. The humidity can damage the foundations of the monastery. “I’ll stay and sort it out.”

The sisters all let out frustrated sighs.

“You should go Mother” you stepped in. “The sisters need you at the retreat as well as the faithful… I’ll stay and get things in order. You can count on me” you said with a determined nod and a smile, tightly holding the wooden cross on your chest.

As much as you wanted to go. Someone needed to stay, that much was undeniable and the wisdom of the Mother Superior was needed at Lourdes. So it wasn’t without a little sting at the heart that you waved goodbye to a bus full of your friends, your sisters.

You went back in and sighed at the mess. The ancient timber beams were slowly soaking up the stagnant water, the old stones of the walls were being eroded and the humidity was not good news for the cheeses you were maturing, not even mentioning the ruined mushrooms you were about to harvest before the disaster. Of course the boiler was old and rustic but Mother Superior always made sure it was checked annually and repaired when it was needed before any damage could be done. But even the most diligent measures sometimes can’t prevent the unforeseeable hazards of life.

You went back up and searched for a plumber in the local newspaper. Luckily there was an ad for one that was living in town.

Park, plumbing/heating engineering at your service, the flashy ad read.

You looked at the time, it was late afternoon, probably a little too late to take up a new job, but you figured there was still hope he could at least pick up the phone and maybe appoint a day to come have a look at the leakage. You didn’t waste anymore time and dialed the phone number in the ancient and only phone located in the Mother Superior’s office.

As the tone rang you suddenly got nervous. Ever since you joined the convent you didn’t interact much with the outside world except the followers coming to church or the people you were helping. So this upcoming conversation was making you agitated.

“Hello, Park, plumbing and heating engineer, how can I help you?” You are surprised by the voice at the end of the line. You never expected such a smooth, melodic voice to pick up the phone.

“H-Hi! I’m Sister y/n from the Monastery of the Sacred Mission, our basement flooded, we think the boiler possibly needs to be replaced. Is it possible for you to come take a look?”

“Oh! Sorry to hear that. I’m guessing much damage has been done…” his concerned tone somewhat eased your nerves.

“Unfortunately yes”

“I see… I can come right now”

“Really?” you blinked your eyes twice in surprise. “Well that would be marvelous” you said cheerfully “but wouldn’t you be working past hours? I fear there’s quite a lot of work” you ask concerned.

“It’s okay. You help others so much. Now it’s my time to help you” his tone changed, a subtle switch you can’t put into words but the difference sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thank you”

***

“Thank you so much for coming this quickly” you thanked the man as he stood in the impressive frame of the heavy convent door.

You took a step aside to let him in but he just stood before the front steps not moving an inch. You threw him a puzzled look but he just stared back blankly at you. There was a moment of hesitation on his behalf that left you quite perplexed.

“Please come in” you hesitantly said while amicably smiling at the man.

“Thank you” he simply responded, almost sounding relieved.

As soon as he stepped foot in the door frame you felt a cold breeze run on your neck under the habit and shivers run down your spine. Autumn was indeed well advanced now but such cold winds were usually never felt before winter. Of course, you made little of a simple gust of wind.

“Hi. I’m Sister y/n. Nice to meet you” you stuck your hand out to him. He looked down at it and fumbled with the tool boxes but opted for a polite nod instead of a handshake.

“Sorry, I’ve been working all day and my hands are dirty” he laughed nervously “and the name is Seonghwa” he flashed the brightest smile you have ever seen. For a second your heart skipped a beat and a foreign feeling blossomed in your chest. You never expected this unknown plumber to be this handsome.

He had long and shiny raven black hair perfectly framing his face and just as healthy thick eyebrows complimenting the dark, round and benevolent eyes, reminiscent of boba pearls. A long elegant neck, a defined jawline, high cheekbones and tanned olive glossy skin.

His body was cladded in an unbuttoned navy blue overall that let peek out a simple white t-shirt underneath. You could tell the outfit had undergone various difficult jobs as the fabric was thinned out at his knees and had various stains of paints and plaster.

He looked like a kind man. Like the kind of person you would give communion to without confession. The kind of person that just has a good heart. It was that kind of reassuring and warm aura that you felt from him, something that put you at ease right away.

You led him to the faulty boiler.

Right away he got on one knee and started to inspect the recalcitrant piece of machinery.

“Well I’ll leave you to work on your own” you said as you retreated to take your leave. Seonghwa only politely nodded and smiled in your direction before turning his attention back to the problem.

While the plumber was working you put your time to good use and organized the paperwork of the Mother superior. Doing such work was always tedious for her because she wasn’t exactly the organized kind of woman but you were. You knew doing that you would be of great help. Since the task was quite large, it took quite a long time and it’s only when your stomach emitted a loud grumble that you realized the evening was well advanced.

You figured Mr. Park was hungry or at the very least thirsty after working for so long. So you grabbed a metal tray and brought him a set of the specialty sugar cookies the convent was selling along with a generous serving of cold water embellished with a dash of freshly squeezed lemon juice to make sure Mr. Park’s thirst would be thoroughly quenched.

When you passed the archway that was leading to the boiler room your heart nearly stopped beating when your eyes met the working man.

Swiftly you spinned on your feet and hid behind the wall, only peeking an eye out the corner to still be able to witness the novel scene taking place in front of you.

Seonghwa had tightened the sleeves of his blue overalls around his waist and was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, clearly the labor was not restful. You couldn’t tell if it was from sweat or from the leaking water but his white t-shirt was wet and sticking to his skin, making the fabric lightly translucid. You could guess the dark pinkish color of his nipples and the outline of his well built body underneath. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up and were tightly hugging his arms while his long fingers were wrapped around a wrench as each twist of his wrist was making the veins of his forearm bulge out.

You loudly gulped down a lump in your throat. Your hands tightly held onto the tray in fear of letting it fall to your feet.

But your misery was far from over because before you could realize it Seonghwa was pulling on his shirt and passing it over his head. Every muscle of his back moving around, contracting and relaxing in a beautiful dance, shining under the golden hour sun seeping through the small single window of the basement. Water and sweat was running down his back and at his flanks, when he turned around, your eyes dashed around his naked upper body. You couldn’t decide where to settle them. His collarbones, his pecs, his abs, the dent at the sides of his abdomen, his (very) low resting overalls…

Your heart was about to give out. You had seen male bodies before, never in real life that was true but you did once or twice on TV or on billboard ads of men’s underwear.

But, never, you felt something like that. That feeling. This tingly feeling budding in the low pit of your stomach, making your guts stir around, making your palms sweaty, making your heart helplessly hammer against your ribs, making your eyes widen as you couldn’t peel them off the naked wet skin of the handsome stranger. This feeling of immoral interest for another person’s body, this longing for somebody else’s touch.

This feeling of Lust.

It was completely foreign to you.

If it wasn’t for Seonghwa you would have chugged the whole carafe of lemony water by yourself because you never felt your throat as dry as it felt right now.

“Look! Look!” San shouted, wrapping a strong hand around Wooyoung’s forearm and making him wince in pain as they both stared at you through the green smoke. “Y/n is giving in!”

“Look at the way she’s staring at him!” Yeosang said, briefly reaching for a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“Wow” Yunho added “She definitely isn’t thinking about church-appropriate things”. Yunho laughed but Mingi scoffed.

“If she likes him, wait till I show my human form. I’m infinitely more good looking than him”

“Not everything’s about you, Mingi” Yunho scolded him.

With trembling hands you settled the metal tray onto the window sill. You poured a glass of water and presented it to Seonghwa.

“Here” you unexpectedly manage to keep your voice calm and steady. “I figured you might be thirsty or hungry.”

“Oh thanks” he said, wrapping his hand around the glass, carefully avoiding touching your hand in the process, probably trying not to get sweat and dirt smeared on you. “I just got done actually”

“Oh wonderful” you exclaimed, maybe a little louder than expected. Maybe eager to get rid of that immoral feeling that was awakened by his presence. Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow and gave you a puzzled look at the unexpected outburst of joy.

“Why? Are you impatient to throw me out?” he smirked, pushing his long and soaked hair back as he took a step closer, doe eyes narrowing, becoming sharp. You did your best to lock your eyes with his, not to let them wander down his still half naked body. Seonghwa didn’t make any effort to cover himself. Your heart seemed to be trying to break through your rib cage to get a chance to beat closer to Seonghwa’s chest.

“No, it’s just that…” you took a step back “you have been working for so long you must be wanting to go back to the comfort of your home” you quickly get back on your feet before smiling politely at him, trying to conceal your uneasiness.

“Why?” he asked tit for tat, taking a step closer again, siren eyes bored deep into yours, trying to lull you in. “No one is waiting for me at home.”

Seonghwa heard the faintest little gasp escape your lips and he knew you were shaken. You, the unwavering nun, the faithful saint. You were at last considering him. Contemplating giving in to the primal and lowly instinct of desire.

Seonghwa sensed it. He saw it in the way you hurriedly licked your dry bottom lip, he saw it in the way your eyes darted between his lips and his eyes, he saw it in the way you stopped backing away from him.

You, y/n, you were giving in to pure sensual need. No love, no sentiment involved. Only desire to feel a complete stranger’s body against yours, only pure, untainted lust.

If only he could touch you. If only he could, it would be so much easier to help you gently fall into the welcoming and serene arms of corruption. But he couldn’t and that was making the whole experiment that much more exciting. He had to use deceit and trickery. Like a siren numbing your mind with a beautiful song.

But if you gave the slightest hint of submitting, if you let your guard down and let him into your heart then he would have won and that was all that mattered. If you tilted your head and you puckered up your lips to kiss him, if you took a step towards him to press your body against his, if your lifted your hand to feel his wet, glistening skin under your fingers, if you did anything to welcome the unholy desire, if you opened yourself to lust, then touching you would have been unnecessary because Seonghwa would have won and you and God would have lost.

And victory was oh so close. So close when he was as near to you as he could. So close when he slowly approached his face to yours. So close when your heart was pumping scorching hot blood through your veins, so close when your mouth started to water, so close when your lips started to quiver, so close when your eyelid started to flutter but…

Again, you stepped back.

“WHAT?!” San shouted.

“No way!!” Yeosang added, staring at your unsuspecting reflection in the green smoke.

Seonghwa’s shoulder dropped along with the satisfied little smirk.

“Thank you for fixing the boiler this quickly, Mr Park” you said, averting your eyes, finally breaking the spell he had casted on you and peeling your eyes off him.

Seonghwa had cried victory too soon. He had counted the chicken eggs before they hatched, he had put the cart before the horse. In other words… he had underestimated you.

He underestimated your will, your faith and your unwavering sense of righteousness. The other Sins had warned him though but he didn’t listen. They told him it was impossible to bend you. All of them had tried before and none succeeded so it was undeniable now that Seonghwa was just going to join them in failure.

“Don’t worry about it” he smiled at you, disappointment peeking behind his shiny brown orbs.

Seonghwa had accepted defeat when you led him back to the door of the convent. He walked away but turned around half way only to see your still body standing straight in the doorframe, perfectly incarnating your strong, unbending mind.

You only politely smiled when you pushed the big heavy door with difficulty, finally closing it in with a loud thud.

“Fuck… I guess Seonghwa failed too…” Yunho stated as he watched you close the door. But Wooyoung looked at you with a knowing grin.

“I’m not so sure…” he said as the smirk tugged further at his lips.

***

When you finally escaped Seonghwa’s taunting eyes, you leaned your back on the sturdy door, your spirit drained, your mind exhausted. You closed your eyes to catch a breath but the only thing you could see was the working man’s godlike figure carved onto your retinas, the translucent white t-shirt clinging to his golden skin, the sweat dripping down his temples and wetting the beautiful long strands of black hair, the bulging veins of his forearms and the dents engraved at both side of his lower stomach. And the more you thought about it, the quicker your breathing got.

You were all alone here… Your sisters and Mother superior were all gone. What wrong could it cause if you gave in just this once? Not that much, right?…. Just this once.

With big strides you walked to the kitchen and handpicked a nicely shaped carrot, almost regretting not listening to Chaeyoung and keeping that other one.

But this one was going to do the trick. It was not too thick and just long enough to help you carry out your shameful business but not too big to actually taint you and strip you of the precious veil of chastity that you managed to keep intact all of these years.

You climbed up the stairs with haste, avoiding the marble eyes of the holy figures represented in the halls only to take refuge in your bedroom.

You slipped out of your shoes and laid on your bed. You didn’t even bother taking the habit off, it wasn’t going to take long anyway, you simply pulled it up.

When you slid off the white panties you realized how soaked you were. You couldn’t believe it. Your whole life you’ve never felt this way, the feeling was overwhelming and needed to be dealt with immediately. Yes, that was what you were doing simply ridding yourself of an impure feeling!

You whipped out the orange root and clumsily rubbed the thinner tip on yourself. The cold sensation took you aback and pulled a small gasp from your lips.

You coated the root with your juices and then you aimed it at your entrance. You slid the carrot inside, it was too thin to hurt in any way but it was well long enough. When you reached the bottom of yourself you couldn’t help but to let out a satisfied grunt at the sensation of the vegetable rubbing against your sensitive spot.

You pulled it back out and slid it back in, this time a little faster. Heat gained over your body as your eyes fluttered close and you recalled the unfairly handsome and devilishly sexy working man.

The muscles of his back, his long slender neck, his collarbones, his beautiful sun kissed skin.

“Aaah” you sigh. “Seonghwa” his name rolled off your tongue so naturally, almost like it was meant to be said like this.

His long and dark wet hair, his plush lips getting close to yours, his warm breath fanning your face.

“Seonghwa” you moaned again, more high pitched this time as your wrist was getting more and more reckless, each time deliciously scrubbing your walls in divine and forbidden pleasure.

The way he looked at you, the way his dark eyes were filled with the same desire you had for him. The way they spoke volumes about the sinful things he wanted to do to you. And God… did you almost let him have his way with you.

You started to clench around the root, each time you pulled it out your walls were eagerly gripping on it, refusing to let it go, so you smashed it back in with force to grant their wish. Your walls quivered around the vegetable, a foreign and unknown euphoria was taking over you and you knew you were done for.

“I’m… ngh… c-cumming” you whispered to yourself as you felt the tightness in your core reach a brand new level. “Seonghwa” you cried out one more time, being only a few back-and-forths away from your sweet release but alas you couldn’t pull it through.

Because without knowing, without realizing, completely unsuspecting, you called his name. You called his name three times. You summoned him.

Purple smoke started to erupt from the corner of the small dimly lit room by the late evening sun. With terror you ripped the vegetable out before you could finish and covered your modesty with the habit you were still wearing.

From the smoke appeared slick black leather chelsea boots resting under a pair of anthracite gray dress pants coated with a shiny silverish finish. As the smoke got thinner you could distinguish a matching cropped blazer with an asymmetrical and deconstructed silver vest underneath that was held together by one single button right under his neck, you could see the soft and glistening golden skin underneath. And finally when the smoke was completely gone you saw his face. The sharp features and the slender slithering body reminiscent of the one of a serpent, eyes just as sharp and presence just as menacing. A face you hadn't known for long but couldn't forget. Seonghwa’s face.

But he looked different. His long bangs weren’t framing his face anymore, instead he had tied the long wavy strands in a high half bun. His aura was also different from when he was wearing the blue and spotted overalls. Now cladded in the revealing ensemble he looked expensive, confident and sensual.

Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when your mind finally wrapped around the information your eyes were transmitting.

“Well well…” Seonghwa stepped closer while you jolted yourself up the bed, your body cornered between the headboard and the wall.

“What are you?” you whispered with trembling lips, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through your veins, ready to flee if need be.

Seonghwa looked at you, puzzled for a second. Then he laughed, head tilting back. The laugh made the hair in your nape stand. It was unnatural, cold and fundamentally evil.

“Me?” he asked. Right then you felt your body being magically lifted from the soft mattress. You shrieked again, utterly confused while Seonghwa’s magic slammed you against the bare walls of the humble bedroom, the tip of your toes barely scraping the worn out wooden floor.

“Oh my, please pardon my awful manners,” he said in an overly polite tone. “I’m Seonghwa, Cardinal Sin of Lust” he said, bowing respectfully, elegantly bringing his right hand on his chest in a princely manner. “But for you, love…” Seonghwa stepped towards you, taking his time to look at you. He leaned on your ear to whisper.

“I’m a dream come true” his voice was deep, sultry, self-assured. Everything you’d imagine it to be.

A faint gasp escaped your lips as you felt his warm breath on your neck.

You wanted to scream to all heavens, you had brought a demon into the convent. You had desecrated the sacred ground of this place of worship, your home. You led the wolf to the sheeps. But you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t even if your life depended on it.

“W-what do you want?” you managed to push the few words past your teeth. Your voice, perfect opposite of the one of the demon: muted and trembling.

“Just want to finish my business with you” his face stayed right where it was, nestled in the crook of your neck. Lips so close you could feel the heat radiating from them but somehow they were still too far, unable to touch you.

“What business?” you whimpered.

“Darling.” Seonghwa clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval. “There’s no point in fighting anymore. Stop playing dumb with me. I know you’re a smart girl.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. “I already won, darling… that very second you decided to give in to the thought of me. That second you closed the big heavy door and thought you escaped my eyes. That very second I had won.” A wicked smirk pulled on his lips. But his words didn’t make any sense to you.

This languish was torture, this state of expectation, of suspense. This proximity. You wished it would just stop. Be it touching you for good or get away finally. Just as if he read your mind he got even closer. Now it wasn’t only his lips taunting the thin skin of your neck, it was his whole body, hovering over yours; but still… Not touching you.

“Sure winning felt good. But you know what feels even better, darling?” You couldn’t bring yourself to formulate words and only whimpered in response.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart” he grinned, relishing on your anguish, placing both of his palms at both sides of your face, trapping your frail figure between his arms and the wall.

“It’s to finally touch you.”

So he finally let himself take a deep dive into you. The plush warm lips crash onto your neck, giving wet sloppy open mouth kisses while you couldn’t help but to tilt your head back giving him more access.

“What a good girl you are” he purred, not taking the time to part his lips from you.

His left hand went to your chin and turned it to make you face him, without much hesitation he planted a wet kiss on your lips, your cute whimpers and gasps were the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

The kiss got heated as Seonghwa pried your hesitant mouth open with his long thumb and pushed his tongue inside to breach your lips. His delicious taste spread through your mouth, making your head dizzy. He tasted like candy, like you just took a bite of the juiciest strawberry. Ripe, just in season, absolutely delicious.

You moaned into his mouth and he smirked as his grip around your chin got tighter, he lifted his knee to part your legs and his thigh rubbed against your center through the habit. You couldn’t help but to moan louder, the unsolicited pleasurable friction made you incapable of reciprocating the kiss, your dangling feet nervously giving small kicks in the air.

Seonghwa finally parted from you, allowing you to catch your breath. But he was far from done with you.

“I know you long for more than this, angel” he whistled while his hand went up your thigh, still clothed with the thick black fabric of the habit. “I know you languish for pleasure” his blunt nails went up your arm and you realized you were still holding onto the carrot. He ripped the root from your hand.

“You won’t need this anymore” he said before smashing the poor vegetable on the ground sending millions of orange pieces flying across the room, you flinched once more at the demonstration of strength.

“Mine is much bigger than this. But don’t worry, love, I’ll make you nice and ready for me” he purred before placing both of his strong hands on the habit and just like that with astonishing ease he rips through the black gown. But not only, everything covering you is ripped in two and that also goes for your bra that fell to the ground. With the deafening sound of the fabric ripping you found yourself completely naked in front of the demon apart from the veil on your hair and the rosary beads laying on your chest.

You flinched and your hands flew to cover your nude frame but Seonghwa once again laughed and you felt an irresistible magical force pin your wrists at each side of your face. You sniveled and squirmed trying your hardest to go against the invisible force to hide away from the avid eyes of the demon.

“How cute.” The demon snickered when you failed to fight back. “Sweetheart, you don’t get to hide anything when you look this good” he said in a breath, eyes darting over your naked figure. From your dangling feet, to your thighs tightly pressed together, to your flushed face and to the Rosary beads sitting between your gorgeous breasts, swaying every time you kept trying to break away from the spell pinning you against the wall.

He brought a cold hand to the side of your breast, you couldn’t help but to moan as you felt his soft hand against you, his finger suddenly pinching your sensitive and hardened nipples. You let out a high pitched whimper.

“So sensitive” Seonghwa mocked you before he flicked the sensitive bud. Then he lifted his hand to harshly slap against the innocent lump of flesh, you jumped in surprise at the sensation. The surprise didn’t lie in the sudden surge of pain but rather from the enjoyment you got out of it, the sting sending electricity down your spine to light up your core.

With another faint movement of the head Seonghwa made you open your legs widely. You whimpered and felt tears build up in the corners of your eyes when he finally laid eyes on your most private part. And you realized with dread how wet you were. Soaked. Juices streaming down to your inner thighs making them glisten under his persistent gaze.

“Fuck, sweetheart” he exhaled out one heavy breath. “You got this fucking wet for me?” he said as he crouched down, inching his face dangerously close to your exposed center.

Embarrassment and shame reached an unbearable level, tears finally spilled out of your eyes, wetting your cheeks as you squirmed, trying your best to escape Seonghwa’s spell.

“So here’s the little hole I’m going to split in two” he said as his breath brushed over your wet folds.

You squirmed even harder, somehow feeling Seonghwa’s spell loosen around your wrists and ankles. But when he aimed his pointer finger right on your swollen bundle of nerves, earning a loud scream from you, the sudden pleasure from the perfect amount of pressure he applied on you made you completely immobile. Torn between the need for more of the foreign forbidden joy but also the fear and shame of letting the demon have his way with you, tainting you, taking away your most precious possession: your purity.

“What? Are you not fighting me off anymore?” He started to draw small circles on your bud. Your wetness made it easy for his finger to glide across the small and stiff nub. You moaned a little louder and he started going faster.

“Does it feel good, angel?” his voice went down an octave as pleasure got to your head, making the room spin, luckily you don’t have to stand on your legs.

Seonghwa went even faster when you didn’t reply.

“I said, does it feel good?” his tone was as harsh as his restless teasing of your clit. Hellish circles sending blazing heat to your whole body as you felt the pleasure rising in the deepest part of your core, your walls quivering on themselves.

But Seonghwa slowed down at the worst moment, a wicked smirk pulling on his plump lips, narrowing his piercing siren eyes.

“Good little sluts should answer when asked a question.” His pace was now just fast enough to keep you at your limit, each spasm of your core, testifying of the agonizing muted pleasure he was inflicting on you.

“Answer!” he ordered while he delightfully pressed on your painfully sensitive bundle of nerves.

“YES!! Yes it feels good” you blurted out, panting, sweat pearling between your breasts, giving in to the pressure.

“Good girl” he praised as he finally lifted his hand from your sensitive parts. You sighed in both relief of finally being let off the hook but also in frustration at the displeasing feeling of his denial.

But before you could celebrate or pester he pushed that very same finger inside you. You didn’t know by what ungodly miracle he managed to aim straight at your sensitive spot, but he did, applying divine pressure deep inside you. Your eyes instantly rolled to the back of your head as you felt the will of fighting off slipping through your fingers.

Seonghwa chuckled at your reaction, he was enjoying himself very much. After centuries of boredom he intended to savor every second of your agony.

“Darling, you really are hungry for my fingers, aren’t you? Your slutty little cunt is gripping so tightly” he chuckled again while he pulled his finger back. You hated how right he was. You hated how you felt your walls clench around him, how you felt your own body crave for more of him as soon as his finger slipped out.

But the yearning didn’t last long because he pushed past your entrance again, this time fitting two fingers inside you, taking the time to gently stretch you until his blunt nails reached as deeply as they could.

You let out a moan through gritted teeth, the pleasure making beads of sweat pearl at the sides of your face.

“Fuck! Your virgin little pussy just loves to be stretched out like this, doesn’t it?” He leaned even closer to your sopping center.

Tears continued to run down your cheeks as pleasure rose again. Seonghwa picked up the pace, stretching your walls so deliciously, pumping his two fingers in and out of you, each time he pulled out he ripped a moan out of you. Again, you started to twitch around his fingers and he smirked down on you. Pleasure continuously grew as you made this silent prayer that he would finally take you over the edge, over the barrier of this beautiful and forbidden land that you stayed away from all these years.

But again he slowed down and came to a stop. This time tears of pure frustration ran down your cheeks as you pathetically bucked your hips up trying to fight against Seonghwa’s spell pinning you down the wall.

“Aww.” He cooed in a mocking tone. “Darling, I’m sorry… were you about to cum?” He said while you shot him a death glare. He chuckled at your reddened cheeks and your frowned brows.

His finger swiped across your fold, pressing on the lonely bud once and you instantly dropped the angered look, your eyes drooped at the sensation and you couldn’t help but to grind against him, your womanliness made so eager by his touches.

“Fuck, look at you” he slipped one finger back inside, pumping it very slowly in and out. You bit down on your lip. “Acting so fucking distant only a few minutes ago…” he added a second one as you moaned out in bliss. “When in fact you were craving this… craving me…” he fitted a third one inside your already crowded heat as your moans now mixed with confused sobs. The intense feeling of pain and pleasure blending into a dangerous cocktail.

“Fuckkk” you cursed out, allowing yourself another sin you managed to avoid up until now, which has the demon showing more teeth.

“What a good little slut taking all of my fingers so good” he said as he took his time thoroughly stretching you out, his blunt nails pushing against your sensitive spot, while his face was closing in the distance with your intimate parts. Your eyes fluttered close as the muscles in your neck gave out and you let your head hang back on the wall.

“Look at me” Seonghwa grunted and your eyes snapped back open instantly meeting his dark ones, his irises seemed to go black with perversion.

“Now I’m gonna make you cum” He announced as he picked up the pace once more, you can tell he didn’t intend to stop before it was over. “I want you to never forget this. This feeling you’re about to experience.” His wrist took on a punishing pace as your eyes were locked with his. Pleasure sending radiating heat through your body, chest heaving up and down as you moan out loudly with your jaw hanging open. “Every time you’ll think of me I curse you to feel exactly… like… this”

Seonghwa finally wrapped his mouth around your lonely and eager little clit, flicking his tongue on it as his fingers relentlessly punched your g spot, both sources of pleasure go to your head and your first orgasm finally drops over you like a wave, taking you away with its raging current.

Your cum squirts out of your body, water like fluid rushing out of you and filling Seonghwa’s mouth, drenching his neck and exposed chest in the asymmetrical silver vest. He moaned, lips against yours and sending delicious vibrations into you.

You screamed out as the level of pleasure ripped through you, your walls clenching around Seonghwa and twitching uncontrollably as your whole body shook, still magically pinned down to the wall.

When you finally settled down he slowed down and took his fingers out of you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking his fingers clean.

“Hmmm” he hummed contentedly and smacked his lips, seemingly enjoying your taste. “It’s true… Good little sluts, like you, taste much better”.

Seonghwa cut the spell and stood back up, your exhausted body dropping to the floor, your weakened legs unable to support your weight.

Seonghwa had enough of this teasing and had grown impatient. He brushed back the cum-soaked locks of charcoal black hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks, the wet skin of his chest glistening under the silver asymmetrical vest. Your eyes trailed down below the belt you gasped as you saw the outline of what was hidden from your eyes all this time… Even still restricted by the fabric of the shiny gray dress pants, the thickness and the length had your heart racing again.

“I want to feel you around me. Now.” he ordered, in a sultry tone that lifted goosebumps all over your naked skin.

Suddenly your body was magically lifted up again but this time Seonghwa threw you on the bed. The veil was barely hanging onto your hair anymore.

Seonghwa walked to you as he took off the cropped blazer along with the rest of his clothes. You gulped down at the sight of his nude and perfectly sculpted body standing beside you. The glistening chest made wet with sweat and cum, dripping down his abs even down to his groin where you barely even dared to look.

There it was. The Absolute Sin.

Seonghwa’s long, thick, twitching, veiny, hard cock.

You could have screamed at the monstrous thing if you weren’t still in a daze from your first crushing orgasm . It was so thick, so long you couldn’t even begin to imagine how this was about to fit inside you.

Seonghwa chuckled when he caught the panic swimming in your wide eyes. He thrived on this fear. And he knew exactly how it was going to go. And he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t wait to see the very same doe eyes grow heavy with pleasure and look back at him with need when you will inevitably beg him to keep going, to never stop fucking you. Because he broke you once and he intended to do it over and over and over again until you will no longer remember anything but him.

Seonghwa dipped both his knees at your sides, his body weight making yours sink in the soft mattress while he shimmied his way up between your wide open legs.

He rubbed the thick blazing hot tip on your still very sensitive bud while he stared down at the place your two bodies met. You tried not to moan by biting down on your bottom lip.

“Please” you meekly whimpered, his dark eyes shot back to yours.

“Please what?” he slithered between his teeth, smirking.

“Please don’t… do that…” you puffed, as fear crushed your chest. Seonghwa snickered again and brought his hand to very gently and softly brush his thumb over your wet cheeks and lips.

“Darling” his deep voice purred so softly. “You are not under any spell here. You can control this tiny little body of yours. So go ahead” he taunted you as his hand went down from your face to your sensitive nipples. “Go ahead and close your legs.”

What? No… It isn’t possible.

There was no way he was not the one forcing your thighs apart like this. But when you gave it a try, when you attempted to lift your ankle it actually worked. You indeed could move. But… somehow you…. still didn’t.

“Come on show me. Go ahead, pretty” his hand went down again to your stomach. “Close your legs on this poor, aching, desperate….” he flicked his pointer finger on your clit “virgin little pussy”. The sweet sting made you moan out and arch your back instinctively.

Seonghwa waited a few seconds staring down at you with amusement as you didn't move an inch. Your body kept your legs nice and wide for him against your own will.

“You know what?” he took his hand back and you swallowed back a whine and the loss of contact. “Okay, I won’t… if you are still this strong headed after all of this maybe you’re right. You are a pure spirit and I can admit defeat when I have lost.”

The smug look he wore completely gave him away. You knew it was a ruse, a ploy to get to you, to toy with you but you weren’t listening to reason anymore, only your delirious body tortured with vicious need and you just couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t risk him leaving you, not like this.

“NO!” you wailed, extending your hand to him as he was already getting off the bed and on to his feet. “I-…I-… Ok… do it”

Seonghwa’s expression here took a turn. The smug smile was completely wiped off his face, only dark brown and grave eyes looking down on your naked frame.

“Yeah?” he came back to bed and laid over you. He brought his lips close to your ear and he seductively whispered against your neck as your eyes fluttered close. “If you want it, sweetheart. You’ll have to properly beg for it”.

Your eyes snapped open. But Seonghwa only looked dead serious.

“I- I-” you started but Seonghwa lifted his hand to let it slap against your wet cunt. The whacking sound bounced off the bare walls and the stinging pain had you grunting in unsolicited pleasure.

“I said properly. I want to believe you” his voice had nothing of the playful undertone it had a few moments ago. You didn’t think twice, maybe not even at all.

“Please, Seonghwa. I implore you to fuck me. Please fuck and use my slutty virgin cunt as much as you’d like. Please hurt me and rip my virginity away. I want to scream and cry out your name. I want to be yours. I want to forget everything about the good girl I used to be, I want to be your whore. Forget about my soul, just take it with you back to hell.”

Silence fell as a grin played on his lips. It’s not smug or playful, it’s wicked, downright evil.

You were not just begging him. The desperate prose was not just a plea. It was a prayer. You were praying for him to taint you. Begging him to take away your purity like it was nothing but a nuisance to you, discarding it. Seeing you abandon your values and principles was the greatest achievement, a victory so sweet it made Seonghwa lose control. The feeling was intoxicating, blissfully filling his veins and making his evil heart thump. In his infinite existence he had never felt that. And it was all thanks to you.

Suddenly his body was elevated in the air and purple smoke enveloped him again. For a second you were scared that he was actually leaving you but the thought vanished as quick as it appeared when you heard the distinctive shrill sound of the metal scraping against the wall. You looked above your head and you witnessed with dread the crucifix above your bed being slowly turned upside down, engraving the white plaster of the bare walls. The foreboding omen lifted goosebumps off your skin and sent a cold shiver down your spine.

Soon you saw his body peek out as the smoke evaporated. It was still him but he had changed.

Huge wings were open behind his back, covered in raven black lustrous feathers, shining under the moonlight peeking from the window as the dark night was now settled. Two black horns have pierced his skin at each side of his head, pointing upwards, resembling the ones of a spanish bull. His body, somehow, looked even more defined, the muscles of his abs and shoulders seemed to bulge out. He looked strong, ominous, dangerous.

“You have such a way with words” he said as he floated back between your legs and settled his huge cock on your stomach. “Now I’m gonna make all of your wishes come true”. He brushed the tip of his cock, wet with precum, once again on your slick folds. “I've never fucked a mortal in my true form before.” he started, still rubbing against you, the muted pleasure making your brain fuzzy. “I can’t guarantee you’ll come out of this alive”.

But you were already set on it and if you had to die, so be it…

“I don’t care” you whispered as your eyebrows met and you looked back at him with need.

You braced yourself when you felt him finally push himself inside you. You could practically hear your hymen rip in two to make way for his huge cock. The puny little carrot could have never compared to the size of him.

“What a good little slut you are,” he cooed, before grunting as you were gripping around him. “Willing to die for a round of fun on my big cock”.

Sharp throbbing pain ripped through your lower stomach as you frowned and grunted.

“I know…” Seonghwa purred as he leaned over in your ear “I’m big” he said as he finally reached the bottom of you, linking his hips with yours. And he pulled out a lot faster than when he came in. Your eyes rolled back and you crushed the pillow over your mouth to yell in it.

But when he went back in again somehow the ache had lessened and pleasure was slowly taking its place. Soon the pain, as sharp as it was, vanished to become only a vague memory you couldn’t even recall as your mind was too preoccupied by the incommensurable pleasure Seonghwa made you feel.

“Fucking whore” Seonghwa grunted as he mercilessly ramed up your pussy, making it the shape of his cock. “Cheating on God feels good, doesn’t it? Your whorish little cunt can’t resist this fat demon cock, can it?” he growled.

You started twitching once again around him and Seonghwa instantly recognized the familiar clench he felt earlier around his fingers.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked, panting above you.

You couldn’t even process the words you were hearing as your eyes rolled back and your jaw fell open. But you were brought back to your senses when Seonghwa’s big clawed hand slapped your cheek forcefully. The burning pain took you aback and stopped your never ending ascension to pleasure. You whined a complaint and Seonghwa grabbed your face into a strong grip making your lips pout.

“Good little whores have to ask first” he said, still deeply pounding your precious little pussy.

“Pleasepleaseplease… C-can I cum?... F-fuckk… Please” you mumbled as his pace made it hard to hold yourself back.

“No!” he responded sternly. “Not now” he said, smirking evilly. Enjoying this anguish in your eyes as you tried your best to control your body. He brought his hand and pinched hard on your swollen little clit.

“Aaaah” you screamed, arching your back and pressing your head back into the soft mattress.

“You’ll cum when I’ll tell you too” he snickered, looking down at you. And the pleasure kept on building, frustrated tears starting to wet your cheeks again.

“My God please…” you whined, as tears streamed down your face and your pussy clenched around his thick cock. Seonghwa scoffed.

“Sorry but he has left you, darling.” He started to draw circles on your sensitive and aching clit, still maintaining the punishing pace of his cock rearranging your guts, making the rosary beads jump along with your breasts with each powerful thrust. You cry out as it’s becoming nearly impossible to keep yourself from cumming. “He abandoned you to me” he growled, his low voice sending electricity down your core.

“Pleaseeeee” you pleaded once more, desperation oozing out of your broken up voice and finally Seonghwa pronounced the magic words.

“Cum. Cum for me like the godless little whore that you are”

Finally you let go. You let Seonghwa’s skillful hand and monstrous, merciless cock take you down to the hellish pit of lustful sin. Pleasure took over you and clouded your vision, everything came to a blur as you could only concentrate on the throbbing of your cunt around Seonghwa’s thick dick. You moaned out his name in pure agonizing bliss. The orgasm was even longer lasting, even stronger than the one he gave you moments ago. And you knew for a fact now that there was no going back.

The good girl that you were had died, Seonghwa killed her. And you had let him do it without batting an eyelash. But fuck did it feel good. You felt no shame, no regrets, only unholy desire for the demon’s heavenly cock.

Soon the high wore off but Seonghwa didn’t seem to care and kept on pounding you, taking a bruising grip on your parted thighs with both his hands.

“Please” you whimpered again as your poor little pussy might split in two from clenching and throbbing this much right after an earth shattering orgasm. Seonghwa chuckled in between heavy breaths.

“I just came” you cried out, turning into an over-stimulated mess.

“I don’t care” he spat, using you like a fucktoy just like he pleased, after all you had asked him to do so… ‘to fuck and use your slutty virgin cunt as much as he’d like’. The exhausted quivering of your restless pussy started to build up again and before you could even realize it, Seonghwa’s thick cock had you flirting with the edge of the bottomless pleasure pit again.

“Please” you whined “Please stop” you begged him, breast lewdly jumping up and down with each of his brutal thrusts. But he kept on going, growling as his eyebrows met, handsome face contorted in pleasure, biting his lip. Body pressed over yours and full black feathered wings completely concealing you, one of his horns even scraping the wall with one too violent move.

“Pleaseeeee” you whimpered yet again. And suddenly your body was being lifted and flipped over by Seonghwa’s spell. You land on all fours, completely confused but worst of all, completely empty.

“Don’t you get it?” Seonghwa said as he slowly pushed himself back into your soft, warm little throbbing cunt. You moaned as you gladly took him back. “You sold your soul to me. You don’t get to ask for anything anymore. So I’ll fuck you for as long as I see it fit” He said before pushing down on your face, shoving your head into a shamefully submissive position, your ass up in the air, ready to be destroyed by him once more.

His fat cock parted you so deliciously as lewd wet sounds rang to your ears. It was like your once virgin pussy had completely taken the shape of his monstrous dick. Every movement he made ripped a delighted moan out of your lips, you didn’t have the will to fight anymore. You only wanted him and this delectable high he made you feel.

“Fuckkk” you cried out as he started to go faster again, the quiver in your lower stomach making a quick return.

“You’re my thing now.” He ripped the veil of your hair, the last relic of your past self and sent it flying across the room. He grabbed a fistfull of your hair, harshly pulling on it maintaining your face forward but your chin still firmly planted in the mattress, asserting his dominance on your frail figure. “My toy, you hear?” the sting on your scalp added to the full feeling of his cock had you completely fucked out. Your eyes rolled as heat spreaded through you again, your jaw fell open and your tongue slipped out. You were fucked out dumb, completely. Brain nice and thoughtless just from him.

“Yeshhh” you mumbled.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and this time I will fill your dirty little cunt with my cum” The obscene sounds of his balls slapping against your slick folds and clit bounced off the walls.

“Yesshh pwweathe” you replied as your tongue slapped against your chin with each inhuman thrust of his hips deep into you, sending strings of drool on your chin and staining the sheets.

“Today you’re ovulating, you know what it means?”

Your eyes snapped back open.

“I’m gonna force a child into you. You’ll take my seed into your fertile womb and life will sprout inside you” His grip on your hair tightened and you felt him start to twitch inside you.

“You’d like that?” he teases, knowing the answer.

“Yesssshhhhh!!!” you yelled, you were ready for anything if it meant he’d let you cum again.

“Then take it. Take my cum you depraved slut” His second hand left your hips to grab the rosary still around your neck, twisting his wrist to wrap the beads around his fingers and pulling on it while still maintaining his grasp on your hair.

Bloodstream to your brain became restrained and you started to feel dizzy. A deliciously light headed sensation filled your head up as your pussy quivered with a third orgasm. Your hungry cunt squeezed Seonghwa’s thick length as if its life depended on it, demanding every last drop of cum the demon had to offer. You clenched and throbbed around him in pure joyful sin as he took you to the deepest part of this abysmal and cursed pleasure, taking your sanity and everything that was left of the old you to the pits of hell with him.

Seonghwa’s rhythm faltered and he shuddered and grunted in bliss as his throbbing cock gushed out streams after streams of piping hot cum that stained your walls with white, shooting straight up to your womb, assuredly knocking you up in the process.

You yelled and moaned one last time. You were so full of him, belly round and swollen with the ungodly amount of cum Seonghwa gracefully gifted you. You were so unbelievably full that you couldn't help but to let it flow out of you and run down your thighs, no matter how much you clenched to keep it all inside.

You were in heaven. This was pure euphoria. A kind of contentment not any amount of spirituality and virtue could ever give you. The kind of happiness you could only experience when you let go of everything you’ve ever known to throw yourself into the arms of the most pleasurable sin of all.

Lust.

***

The next morning when you woke up at dawn with the chirping birds you felt nauseous and disoriented. You looked around the room and found it immaculate. Your habit was not ripped in two, it was neatly folded on the wooden bedside table along with your veil and underwear. The room was clean and neat: no traces of small pieces of orange carrot anywhere or puddles of cum on the wooden floor. And you were wearing a comfortable full length pyjama gown.

In a flash, disjointed memories came back to you. You remembered the anthracite gray suit, the black bull horns, the raven wings, the defined abs, the devilishly handsome good looks, the tempting smirk and the huge thick angry cock and the immense forbidden pleasure that came along with it.

You sat up and looked behind you hastily, the wall was perfectly smooth, no scrapes of the black horns and most of all the crucifix was perfectly normal, hanging right side up.

You spotted the small, thin, intact carrot next to your pillow and sighed in relief. Yes, you had sinned but you knew if you confessed and prayed hard enough God would forgive you. Afterall, you had never done such a thing and it was shameful and wrong, yes, but they were far greater sins than this one, like selling your soul to the Sin of Lust and bearing his child… You shook your head, chasing away the blurry memory of the nightmare, feeling a weird tingly build up in your lower stomach as you saw flashes of the evil smirks and the huge monstrous-

“It was a dream” you said out loud, sighing, hoping the sound of your own voice would prevent your mind from imagining more of the sinful imagery. “Just a meaningless dream” you told yourself again.

Convinced the soreness between your legs was only due to masturbating for the first time, that the nausea was nothing to worry about and that the spasm inside your belly were benign little cramps.

Seonghwa smirked in victory as he looked at you through the pierced purple smoke. He made it. He broke you beyond repair. He went, won and marked you. And soon he would back to take what you had promised him: an offspring and your soul, body and mind, you.

“See you soon, y/n” he chuckled.

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𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,” – jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — simping at its finest, blowjobs, cum-swallowing, degradation, dumbification, jk is mean but also a praise fanatic, oc is a cute puppy who eats it all up, objectification(?) pretty sure bc jk just has unholy thoughts about oc, oc is THEE it girl, dirty talking, messy lil make-outs, thank you kiss on the tip LOL, PET NAME GALORE, oc is a nice lil bimbo everyone loves ❤️ even jk’s friends luv her

Jungkook listened to whatever the hell Jennie was explaining to him, in truth he stopped paying attention like five minutes ago. He sat there like a fried vegetable just zoning out and nodding mindlessly whenever Jennie looked at him and asked if he agreed etc. He didn’t want to be rude to Jennie but any more of this and he’d go insane he fears.

“So for the powerpoint I was thinking we should..” Jennie’s voice slowly fades out as the sound of the front door opening catches Jungkook’s eye/attention. Holy shit he doesn’t believe what he’s witnessing. He doesn’t realize he’s staring hardcore at Jennie’s poor unsuspecting roommate.

He instantly recognizes you as the girl he sees his team/friends go crazy over. You were quite the talk of the campus—cute, slutty, bimbo-like, these were some of the most common things said. If Jungkook had to admit, you were pretty cute and he’s only ever really seen you casually here and there. He finds himself licking his lips slowly and sitting up while clearing his throat.

“Hi Jennie, hi Jennie’s friend.” You sweetly say while waving at Jungkook politely. He gets an eyeful of tits and soft tummy as you pass by.

You’re wearing this soft pink tracksuit and white baby tee crop top which hugs your pretty little tits just nicely. Don’t even get him started about your backside which is enough in itself to bring a tear to his eye. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s overdoing it with his staring until Jennie clears her throat pretty loudly.

“Ahem.” She glares at him, “As I was saying,” she shoves her laptop in Jungkook’s face.

He doesn’t see more of you because you end up heading down the hall to your room after saying “bye-bye” to both him and Jennie. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He grunts in annoyance.

“Not my roommate Jeon, you can go about fucking anything that fucking walks and has a hole between their legs but you leave y/n out of your lechery. Got it?” She hisses, “I can see the gears working in that stupid head of yours, so I’m warning you. Now help me with this powerpoint asshole, I’m not doing all the work.”

Jungkook internally groans—overprotective roommate, greaaat.

Whole time he works on the project his mind is filled with obscene thoughts and nasty little daydreams he comes up with just thinking about you. Jungkook’s had his fair share of hook-ups but none have ever truly made him go this crazy before. He’s fucking FIENDING for it, would be on his damn knees begging for you to crush his head with your soft thighs if he could.

Too bad Jennie said you were off-limits though. Unless..

Much to Jungkook’s dismay he doesn’t see you for the remainder of the time he’s there. He does see you more often around campus though, whether it’s you hopping out of your very pink car or you running about all over campus with a pink drink in your hands. He can’t get enough of you, and it’s fucking obvious to his friends who make fun of him for it.

“y/n, Kook? Really?” Yugyeom snorts, “Only in your fucking dreams will you ever hit that, your little guy down there probably wouldn’t even know what to do with all that ass.” Laughter all around them erupts as Yugyeom smugly smirks, happy with himself.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “You’re so fucking stupid,” more laughing, “honestly, if anyone has more chances it’s me, you’re all either losers AND she’s never bat an eye at you. I don’t see any action from any of you either, all talk and shit.” He mutters while taking a drag from the blunt they were all passing around.

“Not true! y/n is a nice girl Jungkook.” Jimin snorts, “Watch,” he turns around and looks over the area for you, “hey y/n!” He yells while waving his arms. They all wait patiently for your reaction, low and behold you just end up proving Jimin correct.

You look confused at first until you smile brightly, “Hi,” you wave back while walking over, “what are you guys up to?” You tilt your head, lips pursed in a adorable little pout.

“Smoking.” Yugyeom replies curtly, “Want some?” He holds the blunt out to you.

Jungkook doesn’t know why but that shit irks the fuck out of him, he shoots his friend a glare and fans the smoke out of your direction before it can hit you. You smell like chai mixed with pumpkin, and he definitely does NOT want to ruin your pretty smell.

“No thank you,” you politely reply and then turn to look at Jimin again, “ ‘m a little sad though, because this morning I tried to make waffles but I didn’t know you had to actually pull the lever down and I didn’t get to eat my waffles.” You sigh wistfully, “See?” You hold out the raw and cold waffles wrapped up in a napkin, “And I don’t like it,” you shake your head, “you’re my friend right Jiminie? Can you buy me some waffles from the cafe pretty please?” You whine.

Jimin turns a little red at the nickname and nods, “Here,” he holds out a couple of bills, more than enough.

The other guys scramble for their wallets, “I’m your friend too right y/n?” They say while holding out their own money to you. Jungkook just stands there slack-jawed, he has never seen his own friends this fucking down-bad before. Oh, but they wanted to laugh at him for simping after you? Funny how the tables have turned.

“Reallyyyy?” You breathily giggle while accepting the money, “Thank you!” You kiss Jimin on the cheek before skipping away with literally breakfast, lunch, and dinner money.

“But I’M the fuckin’ simp? Yeah, totally.” Jungkook scoffs while shaking his head.

Jungkook starts making up an excuse to talk to you from then on. He doesn’t have to do much because you do all the talking for him, he just stands there listening to you ramble on and on about something he doesn’t recall asking. He thinks it’s cute when you stop mid-sentence and say in utter confusion, “What was I talking about again?”

If he could, he’d sit there and just listen to you talk all day. He’s surprised how much he likes your ditziness and dumb little brain fart moments, he finds that he doesn’t mind it so much. Like now, he was sitting there propped up against his car in the parking lot listening to you rant about astrology, time-loops, and anime..?

“Yeah?” Jungkook occasionally says while he watches you passionately explain to him what a fucking shinigami was.

“Think about it—politics and death notebooks, they go hand in hand for disaster and doom.” You softly say, completely side-tracking from the original topic, “I wish I had a shinigami though,” you pout while tapping your finger against your chin, “I think Ryuk is pretty cool. Have you seen the anime?”

Jungkook hums, “No, heard of it but haven’t seen it. So like, shinigami’s come with a death note or what?” He asks, ready for another little rant of yours (he doesn’t mind though). His eyes fall down to your pretty camisole you wore today. You were wearing these cute tight jeans that hung low on your hips, he loved the little pink bows you attached to the belt loops.

“Mm-hm,” you nod, “oh! I gotta go before I forget, all my undies shrunk in the dryer and now they’re pretty tight ‘n they fit a little smaller so now I have to buy some more.” You pout, “Bye Jungkookie,” you throw one arm around his neck as you side-hug him, standing on your tippy toes to reach his height as you press a kiss to his cheek, “bye-bye!” You wave and run off.

“Bye..” Jungkook whispers in awe, he smells a hint of your perfume on his shirt and he vows then and there he isn’t going to wash this shirt anytime soon.

The next time that Jungkook sees you it’s when he’s leaving your shared apartment after another project session. He sees you bent over while poking and trying to pull at the gas tank lid, which is obviously sealed shut. He whistles under his breath and walks over, eyes dropping down to your perky ass which is covered in these pretty little shorts which hug both cheeks nice and tight.

“What you doing down there, hm?” Jungkook leans against the car with his arms folded over his chest and an amused smile on his face, “Having fun?”

“Jungkook, hi,” you greet softly while standing up straight, “I was just trying to get this stupid thingy open because Jennie is letting me borrow her car cause mine is in the shop getting the windows tinted,” you pout, “but I don’t know how to open this stupid thing, and I wanna fill her car with gas as a thank you for letting me borrow it. Help meeeee,” you whine tugging at his arm.

“C’mere,” he loosely wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to sit in the driver's seat, “you see this baby?” He squats down so he’s eye-level with you, his free hand rests over your soft thighs while he points with his other, “You just pull this, and wa-la, the gas tank lid pops right open.” He chuckles and squeezes your thigh.

Your eyes brighten, “Reallyyy? How cool, thank you.” You happily throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, “no wonder that stupid thing wasn’t opening.” You giggle.

Jungkook takes a deep whiff of your soft coconut smell, he closes his eyes and sighs in pure bliss. This was the dream dammit, he never wanted to leave this spot EVER. “It was no problem really.” He mumbles more to himself while he stares at your pretty tits.

Fuck the friend code (if you can even call Jennie’s threat that), friend code didn’t have a pair of child-bearing hips and a ass shaped like a fucking peach like you did. Who was Jennie to keep all of you to herself so selfishly?

“Jungkook,” you softly say, “ ‘m gonna give you a thank you kiss.”

Jungkook laughs in amusement over how proud of yourself you look right now, he finds himself shaking his head and speaking in a lower pitched tone, “Yeah, where? Right here?” He turns his face to stick his cheek out.

A tiny little giggle escapes your lips as you nod at him, “Mm-hmm, right there.” You lean upwards to kiss his cheek gently, emitting a soft smacking noise as you happily smooch him. “There.” You say more to yourself.

Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your jiggly boobs which are pretty much in his face at this point. Your camisole somehow dips lower as your tits sit perfectly pushed together to accentuate their size. He tells himself not to but his dick seems to say otherwise as it stirs up in the confinements of his boxers. He already knows he’s about to be sporting a hard-on by the end of this interaction so he gives in.

“Want another kiss..” He mumbles while licking his lips, “But not on my cheek..got somethin’ else you can kiss.”

Your eyes follow his line of sight and you come across the very prominent bulge sitting behind his sweats. Your cheeks feel hot from embarrassment as the familiar throbbing sensation forms between your legs. Jungkook sees this when you suddenly begin rubbing your soft thighs together while staring back at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Whaddya say baby,” he lazily grins, “can I get that kiss?”

You stare back at him with those sweet puppy eyes of yours and nod eagerly.

Lips smacking against lips and quiet little moans/noises fill the otherwise dimly lit car (God bless his Mercedes for the interior lighting). You were tucked away on his lap in the backseat of the car, windows foggy and all as your hand slipped from the glass. Jungkook could die a happy man right now with the way he had a handful of ass sitting in the palms of his hands. He gave your soft cheeks appreciative squeezes as he kneaded the flesh roughly—greedily.

His own lips were a bit swollen from the hot make-out session but he didn’t mind, you were one hell of a kisser. One thing he didn’t see coming was how much of a little sex fiend you were, he swears he can’t keep up with how needy and slutty you are. He almost finds it cute how you pout and beg for him to let you have it while simultaneously humping him and refusing to let him part from the kiss.

Jungkook raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass cheek, relishing in the resounding slap noise and how it recoiled/bounced in place. A slutty little moan escapes your lips as you pull back and pant softly against his lips, “Take ‘em off,” you slur softly, “hate these stupid shorts, gettin’ in my way.” You mumble with a tiny pout.

“Gonna let me see what’s underneath baby?” He looks up through his hooded eyes, grinning when he sees you eagerly nodding back at him, “Yeah? Go on then, slide ‘em off baby, show me what you got on.” He smacks your ass and gropes it harshly, only letting go when you whine at him while unbuttoning your shorts.

He swears under his breath as soon as the button pops open and you slip the zipper down. The hem of your undies comes into view, he sees a tiny bow sitting at the top so innocently and he can’t help but wonder what the rest of your panties are like.. Jungkook reclines back on the seat and parts his legs to make room for you.

You manage to slip your shorts down your thighs slowly with your hips swaying from side to side. Jungkook lets out an audible groan when he sees the cheeky undergarment that was hiding underneath. “Well don’t you look pretty,” he comments while running his hand over your ass, “bet you look prettier under.” He mumbles while licking his lips.

“But what about your kiss?” You pout.

Jungkook smacks your ass wickedly, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout. Didn’t know you were that eager to suck my cock, ‘s all you’re good for isn’t it baby? Just a dumb little thing who needs her mouth filled huh?” He grins when he hears you moan, “You gonna be a good little cock sleeve for me?”

“The best,” you happily slur, “ ‘m gonna swallow every last drop, promise.”

He finds it endearing when you hold your pinky out to him, and not wanting to be mean he hooks his pinky with yours, “Good girl.” He brings you in for a gentle little smooch, “Gonna ruin that pretty face of yours baby,” he whispers in-between kisses, “get on your knees for me.”

Jungkook finds that he likes how submissive and responsive you are to him, makes it a hundred times sexier in his opinion. You sink to your knees in front of him without missing a beat, you have your hands set over his knees as you sit there waiting with puppy eyes. “Go ahead baby, ‘s all yours.” He chuckles.

You eagerly paw at his sweats and with his help pull them down alongside his boxers until his fat cock is springing out and slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth waters when your eyes land on his perfectly sculpted cock, now you wanna feel it inside of you more than ever. His cock lays against his stomach, flush at the tip with prominent veins on the underside of his shaft.

“ ‘s mine…?” You whisper breathily while pursing yours lips, “ ‘s so pretty..” You’re talking more to yourself as you grab ahold of his throbbing cock and bring the mushroomy tip to your lips. Your tongue pokes out as you swirl it over the head, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

Jungkook bites down on his lip as he watches with hooded eyes, he can’t believe his wet dreams are coming true. Did he save an entire country in his past life? Made sense with how lucky he was right now. He brings his tattooed hand over the back of your head as he simply rests it there, letting you explore his dick like if it was a lollipop or some shit.

Your lips wrap around the head as you make these sloppy little sucking noises. Trickles of saliva begin to trickle down his cock, you use it as lube to stroke his girthy shaft—twisting and turning your hand around it while you noisily swallow around the tip. Jungkook’s lips part with breathy sighs escaping him, he relaxes into the seat and leans his head back with his eyes slipped shut.

You’re working wonders on his cock right now with the way you’re slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth. “Like that,” he whispers more to himself as he moans out again when you dip your tongue into the sensitive slit of his tip. Your strokes become slower but much more intense with the pressure you start applying. It’s getting a lot harder now to control himself from bucking his hips or something.

“Shit, don’t tease me baby,” he groans, “been thinking about your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock for weeks now. Knew you’d look pretty with a mouth full of cock.” Jungkook opens his eyes again to admire the view. “Open up for me baby,” he reaches down to thumb at your lower lip, “there you go—like that.” He grins.

He feeds you more of his cock watching as you eagerly take more and more until the tip hits the back of your throat. It sends you into a small gagging fit but the vibrations and pressure of your throat closing around him definitely sends zaps of hot pleasure down in his groin and lower belly. “Shit.” He groans loudly.

You whine around his cock and pull away to catch your breath, his cock slips from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Jungkook hisses quietly under his breath and reaches down to stroke his slicked up cock, “Messy little thing you are.”

“Off, off, ‘s my turn.” You huff cutely before swallowing his cock in one go now that you’re a bit more prepared.

It takes Jungkook by surprise as he groans loudly and throws his head back. You begin working wonders with that sinful tongue of yours, pairing it with some mean ass sucks. He lets his hand slip from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, just holding you there as he lets you do your thing. You begin bobbing your head slowly while noisily swallowing around his cock.

“Fucking hell y/n,” he whispers slack-jawed, you’re a damn menace. How the hell is he supposed to last? “You just needed something to fill that needy hole of yours didn’t you?” He pants softly, “Knew the moment I saw you that you were made for my cock baby. If only you could see yourself now.” He licks his lips and gives your neck a small gentle squeeze between his fingers.

You slurp up all the slick you leave behind on his cock, your hand sits at the base just idly gripping him while your mouth does all the work. You pull all the way up until the tip sits in your mouth before you swoop back down to take all of him in. He repeatedly hits the back of your throat but you do a much better job at controlling your gag reflex this time around. Your sloppy pace definitely has Jungkook moaning and grunting under his breath.

“Gonna cum,” he sighs, “keep going—like that.” He whispers as a full body shudder falls over him.

You eagerly pull off his cock and begin stroking him at a frantic pace. You watch with glee as his cock begins to throb in your hold, but you don’t let it deter you one bit. You’re eager to see him cum, you want it all in your mouth. “Like this?” You say this while squeezing around the tip and flicking your thumb over it.

Jungkook gasps softly, “Fuck..!” He hisses.

You smile deviously and bring the tip over your lips, “Or like this?” You whisper, blowing softly over his sensitive head before you take him back into your mouth.

Jungkook lets out a mantra of “fucks” and “yes’s” as he reaches down to grip his cock, his hand covers your own as he begins moving your hand up and down on his cock. You suckle at the head and watch as he comes undone. “Oh fuckkk..” He whispers as his cock throbs, cum shooting down your throat as you swallow around him greedily.

He slumps in the seat and pants quietly while watching you clean his dick with your sinful little tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard in his entire life before. He saw the pearly white gates of heaven just now.. “A-Ah shit, no more baby, ‘s sensitive.” He chuckles breathily when you try to suck on his (slowly softening) cock.

You pull back with a cheerful smile on your face, the corner of your mouth has drool and a bit of cum but you don’t seem to mind, “ ‘s so pretty.” You coo like his dick is the most amazing thing ever, he watches you lean over to press a tiny little kiss to the sensitive head.

Are you even real??

“C’mere,” he pats his lap, “I saw the way you were humping your own hand like a bitch in heat the entire time you had my cock in your mouth.” He says as he hauls you up, “You also deserve a nice little thank you, don’t you baby?” He grins while stroking his hands over your soft cheeks.

You nod eagerly, “Mm-hm,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, “do you wanna come upstairs after this? I wanna introduce you to my bunny Luna! Oh, and we can watch some anime together because I think it’s lame you haven’t seen Sailor Moon OR Death Note.” You huff in disbelief.

Little did Jungkook know that by saying yes to all that he’d end up staying for wayyyyy longer than he initially planned. You becoming (a important) part of his life was a bonus. <3

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ghost x sweet!reader. shes prices daughter and come to the base to visit her father with fresh baked goods for all his military friends too of course ! She catches his eye and might end up in his bed.

I really hope you like this and thank you sharing this cause its making me think unholy things

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

Warning: mdni, nsfw, p in v, orale (fem receiving)

Ghost knew the Captain had a daughter, what he didn't expect was for you to be such a sweet girl, way too pretty for your own good. He watched you laugh at one of Soap's jokes, shifting in his seat, trying to ignore the confined feeling in his pants. The sound of your laugh sent a shiver down his spine. He originally didn't mean to stay, as he wasn't in the mood to engage in conversation. But when he saw you in the break room motioning for him to come in with a sweet smile on your face, he couldn't resist, especially not after you shook his hand the polite girl you are, and he couldn't stop thinking about how soft they are and how they would feel around his cock. You had even managed to convince him to try one of the cupcakes you had baked, and as much as he liked them, they were the last thing on his mind. The dress you had on made your thighs more delicious than a cupcake could ever be. The Captain, who was the whole reason you came here, had left about 30 minutes ago after Laswell had called him about some meeting and because Simon knew how long these could last, he offered him to take you home, something that Price couldn't turn down.

Simon was more than aware that looking at his captain's daughter the way he did wasn't exactly okay, but he couldn‘t stop himself. And it wasn't like you didn't look at him just a tad bit too long for it to be appropriate, to your luck, however, Gaz and Soap were way too occupied with the backed goods to notice it. You found yourself unable to concentrate on the conversation, too busy thinking about your father's Lieutenant. His face was bare, no skull mask in sight. Something inside you made you want to reach out to feel the light stubble that grazed his cheek under your fingers. You were only able to shift your focus when Soap and Gaz started arguing about the last cupcake. Simon kept his eyes on you while you convinced them to share. You were so eager to make everyone happy, he started wondering whether you'd be such a good girl trying to please him.

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Simon had a tight grip on your hips, keeping you still while he sucked your swollen clit. Your slick spread around his mouth, as he ate you out like a man starved. Your mewls only spurred him on, making him stick two of his thick digits into your aching cunny. "So wet just for me huh" he dragged his fingers along your walls, painfully slow but still hitting the spot inside you that made you feel dizzy, sweet pleasure just an inch away, but before you were able to grab it, Ghost had pulled out his fingers. You glared at him through half lidded eyes as he licked them clean. Your anger made him chuckle. “I know you wanted to cum, but I also know that you're a good girl, so you've got to be patient for me”

You wanted to kick or scratch him, but you had a hard time getting your brain to do something other than watching him pull his length out of his boxers, its tip red glistening with precum. He ignored your whines about him being too big and just slipped his cock inside you, trying to keep himself from cumming on the spot at the heat of your tight walls. It felt like he was filling out every inch of you, leaving you no room to breathe as he settled inside you, his tip almost kissing your cervix, before starting to move at a pace that made you dig your nails in his back. "Fuck, we shouldn‘t be doing this.“ Ghost's hips were snapping against yours, the pace he had set turned any coherent thought that you had left into thin air. It didn‘t really matter anyway you had lost the ability to properly act the second simon pressed you against the door and kissed you when you just wanted to ask whether he was ready to bring you home. He was merciless in the way he fucked you, probably out of anger at himself for giving into the temptation of taking you. The growls that left his lips were animalistic, covering the whimpers and mewls that left yours, and still he told you to be quiet. "Don't want your Dad to hear what you're doing, huh? Seducing his lieutenant to make him stuff you" his hand snaked its way between your hot bodies to play with your swollen almost abused clit. His movements were less controlled than before, he wouldn't admit it, but he was way to deep in pleasure to form a lot of thoughts himself. His skilled hands made your eyes roll back into your head. „Didn‘t sed… y..I“ It felt like he consumed every one of your senses, his big body over you blocking your view , his faint smell of cigarette smoke and sweat in your nose, his cock burried inside you. It was getting too much the knot that had started to form in your stomach a while ago felt constricted.

"Can't even talk anymore, huh?" You clenched down at his words, reaching your breaking point as the orgasm shook through your whole body. You arched your back, somewhere in the back of your mind, you hoped no one heard the way you moaned Simon's name like you were drowning, desperate for air. Simon couldn‘t keep himself from cumming at the way you constricted around him, grunting your name as he filled you up with his hot seed.

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NSFW

SOAPGAZPRICE

Trans-Masc!Soap.

Cw: mentions of Female Anatomy, consensual voyeurism.

I didn’t do any proof reading and that’ll be very evident I just needed to get horny thoughts out

Price had been in his hot stuffy Office for hours. His men called it the oven, it had no fan, no AC, the lamp he had in there barely provided any meaningful lighting, just an intense amount of heat, it didn’t help he also had a PC in there. So not only was it hot, it was loud as well. He needed a shower, a nice cold one to be exact.

Price often left his office sweating. He hated it, hated feeling sticky, but he was lucky he usually ended his paperwork late into the night when everyone should be sleeping, everyone but Soap and Gaz.

Fraternization isn’t the most uncommon thing in the military, and sure, while they were all in one of the most elite units in the world, in one of the most elite and selective task force in the world, you can’t always ignore biology. And Price is all about breaking rules it’d be hypocritical of him to report it. it’s not his first time catching them In the act. He usually tells them to be quieter or to get dressed, he joined once or twice, but he usually got around to them when they were ending things, so the most he got were lazy blowjobs and him doing all the work, not that he minded, seeing these two energetic fuckers all tuckered out and snuggling was a treat on its own, plus they always said they were more than happy with him just watching.

He could hear noises coming from the showers, they were pretty loud, but then again the showers were isolated, the only people here at these showers were the soldiers on patrol, the janitorial staff and well, him. He always took a shower this late at night, it was his tradition, everyone knew about it. He got closer and closer, hearing the two sergeants whimpering, groaning, moaning their names to each other. He could feel all the blood drain to his cock.. He watched them through the small opening in the doorway.

They weren’t hiding themselves good, in fact it was almost like they *wanted* to get caught. There Soap was, back against the cold wet floor, Gaz’s hands exploring his tummy, moving up the stomach to just under his chest, cupping them and squeezing before trailing back down. Gaz’s cock, throbbing, leaking precum already, was rutting against the slit of Soap’s cunt, soaked in the Scot’s unholy fluids.

Soap was beyond marked up, I mean his legs, his chest, his collarbone, neck, all covered in a mess of reds and purples. The man had his hands raking against Gaz’s back, droplets of blood trickling down as Gaz continued to mark the Scotsman up.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel them, needed to feel their skin against his, needed to know what their skin tasted like, where the smooth parts met the rough parts, where each scar, each dip, each and every curve the fine lines and contours of their muscles. He wanted to just touch them, get his calloused hands on them.

They didn’t even realize the man standing so close to them, not until he cleared his throat and was already naked. Both of them looked up, their shocked and fearful expressions quickly turned into this weird cocky and lustful grin. They were expecting him, they were here and not their room for a reason.

“You look so tired, Cap’n. Let me and ‘Tav take care of you.” Gaz cooed. He got off Soap, reaching to pull him up. As soon as the other man was up the two were pushing Price into the shower. He let them do whatever, he’s always wanted to bury himself in both men at one point. Missions can be long and boring, and what was a man supposed to think when two pretty boys were always close to him.

Nights like these became a lot more common. His two sergeants became his dirty little secrets, and he theirs. Of course, it didn’t take long for the lieutenant to join them, but that’s a story for another day

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Big Huge Irritated Rant About The Latest COTL Update's Story Choices and the Implications

So the lore drop in the new Cult of the Lamb update, Unholy Alliance, pisses me off. The writer's confirmation of what that lore drop means pisses me off more.

Why? Because it's unnecessary recontextualization that was made pretty obviously in favor in one character in particular, and somehow in that process makes that very same character way less interesting. I think it's incredibly detrimental to the story and I will Explain Why in a second.

But before I do, I just want to put this out there: Prior to this update, my opinions on the Bishops and Narinder and that entire plotline were pretty neutral. I'm an NPC enjoyer, I spend my time thinking about that moth with two lines of dialogue. I did not previously have strong opinions on Narinder or Shamura outside of mild dislike for fandom treatment. So I'm not coming from a place of bias here (or at the very least I'm not trying to be). I genuinely, wholeheartedly, 100% believe this writing decision was unnecessary and the Wrong one to make, and I think it severely undercuts the original plotline because this was a retcon and one that sucks pretty bad.

Ok we're on the same page here? Ok awesome. Long rant ahead, and obvs spoilers for the Unholy Alliance update

So first, what the hell am I talking about? What part of the update do I not like? Let's clarify that first.

It's Shamura's dialogue. Like, all of it. For ease of understanding, here is all the dialogue I will be talking about:

"Ah... we gathered here, the four of us, a council of war and I the general. I have not forgot. I did not tell them that chains to bind a God must be forged of Godly matters. What matter of Gods? What matters of Gods? I have not forgot. The betrayal of kin, the breaking of spirits, blood spilled, his and ours. ...the sacrifice of what we had sacrificed so much for... ...shaped into shackles for our own brother. And our wounds always to weep. Such sharp claws..."

"He sought to break nature's own laws. Death was his, yet he placed his sacred duty in peril. His experiments... Experiments I encouraged. I am not... blameless. My soul, stained... yet I do not... Ah, The story. Yes the story... He wanted to open the doors between Life and Death, to... to allow their return. Those mere... mortals. Even though he knew their sacrifices, their faith, their fears sustain us. Death must be the end. Otherwise, what use would they have for Gods? They began to flock to him. What he promised, we could not match. He swelled with devotion... while we waned. Would he have let us perish? I could not take... the risk... the hunger... You are lucky there are none left to force such a choice on you. Hail, Lamb. Last God... lonely God... Ah... I feel... unburdened..."

And for fun, before anyone tells me I'm misinterpreting any of this or that it's left up to interpretation or is intentionally vague, Word of God (the writer of CoTL):

And it's this being Word of God that's spurred me into making this post to begin with. Because prior to this, I just seethed about this dialogue's implications in my server and hoped I was wrong. But now it's been confirmed what this means, and I'm . Disgruntled, to say the least!

And since I've started writing this post, there's been another addition made to further clarify parts of this. But I'm going to go over that addition more towards the end, because it also irritates me for separate reasons.

So, let's get this straight.

Prior to this update, the specifics of what happens between Narinder and the Bishops were pretty vague. We were told Narinder was "gluttonous in his ambition," per Shamura's previous dialogue, and that they "introduced him to ideas of change" but "Death cannot flow backward." Heket somewhat elaborates on this by saying he preached "heresy" and "noxious ideals" that would not be tolerated. Heket also notably refers to Narinder as a flat-out "monster." Narinder attacked his siblings and left them each with a big, symbolic wound. Then he was chained by the four of them, with Shamura the one to lead it (in their own words).

There's a lot of talk of betrayal, but before this update, it was unclear if the betrayal was meant to just be Narinder's experimenting with death (which even then was pretty heavily suggested to be resurrections) or the wounds inflicted upon his siblings. There's also a lot of talk of sacrifice, i.e. from Leshy if you kill Heket before him: "After everything we did. After everything we sacrificed. He will not be satiated."

Regardless, the picture this painted was of Narinder being this ambitious, evil, violent God that even his fellow Gods (Kallamar) feared and felt needed controlling. The idea that the wounds could have been in the nail in the coffin to this entire ordeal made sense; as they were obviously planned by Narinder to some extent (otherwise why be so intentional about who got what wound?) and a fair reaction to Being Mutilated would of course be to chain him.

Then of course there's the idea that the wounds were given while he was being chained and in self-defense, which only seems possible if you think Narinder could take on all four of his siblings at once like that and only manage to lose his claws in the ordeal (which was only revealed in this update to be something he's implied to have lost thru the relic). I thought this at first too, but realized it seems pretty impractical for that to have been the case if the wounds were also purposeful in who got what. I mean, sure, they could all be coincidentally symbolically appropriate for each Bishop, but I have doouuubts?

but now we're here, with this update, and all has been revealed.

And what's been revealed exactly?

Narinder's thing he was doing was indeed resurrections (we knew that)

Shamura encouraged him to do it (we also already knew this)

It seems like he did literally nothing else outside of that

His siblings got pissy about this because it made their domains purposeless and got all their followers to flock to him

"Would he let us perish? I could not take the risk" - Implies they literally did not even ask him

Shamura knew that in order to forge chains that could keep Narinder down, it would require a sacrifice of their bonds AND their flesh

They DID NOT tell the other Bishops this

Their wounds were requirements to chain him. They had to get the wounds they bear now in order to chain him. ONLY Shamura knew this. That means they allowed their siblings (and themself) to get attacked knowing full well what would happen. They may have even encouraged it, perhaps provoked Narinder into it, seeing as they knew the wounds were necessary to have him chained. (Or they just knew he would retaliate. Which, like. Yeah. They're condemning him after he went down a path they encouraged and, as far as we can tell, nothing else.)

And for... what?

In this version of the story, Narinder was experimenting with resurrections, and Shamura told him to keep doing that. Then he was successful, mortals turned to him, and his siblings (including Shamura, the one who told him to do it) got mad. That's it. That's their reasoning for chaining him. There's nothing else given. "Would they perish?" We have no idea. Is that how it works? Seems like Shamura doesn't know either. Or at the very least doesn't know if Narinder intended for that at all. Gives the vibe that literally no effort was made to talk to him and figure this out. They don't even really go down the "it puts nature out of balance!" path, which would at least have some merit, maybe. It's literally just "we are no longer sustained. What's the point of Gods in this world?" <- idk babe you had all the other ones slaughtered. So you tell me

And then Shamura just took it into their own hands, leading their siblings to their shared wounds (WITHOUT consulting them) and their inevitable destruction because of........... reasons, I guess. (I mean, if you think about it really hard, they probably also already knew what would happen following all this. With the lamb genocide and Narinder's resurfacing and etc. And they had their siblings wounded anyway. For no god damn reason)

And now why does this make me mad?

Because, honestly, in and of itself, there's not anything necessarily wrong with this added context. It's not contradicting anything in the main game. Shamura knowing what was needed makes sense, after all.

But it's... unnecessary. It screws up the motives and makes them more shallow, less nuanced, more... petty. Making gods petty is cool and all, I love doing that honestly, but in this case it just feels like a waste of potential.

But beyond all that. But most importantly.

This entire recontextualization of events REEKS of being made specifically to absolve Narinder.

I mean, come on. He's made out to be the victim, here. Shamura knew what he would do, knew what he would become, and knew exactly what would happen to their siblings if they sought to chain him (without doing so much as talking to him beforehand), and yet they encouraged it.

All blame is being shifted on Shamura. All Narinder did specifically against his siblings was inflict the wounds, which at this point seems to be hinted as self defense or a retaliation against threat or insult (assuming he was provoked into attacking, somehow). Because the wounds were part of the process.

And almost equally irritating, this seeks to arbitrarily absolve Leshy, Kallamar, and Heket as well, as they had no idea what the plan was and were just strung along. Which is just kinda worse, right? As far as they are aware, Narinder did just randomly attack them for no reason, and this wasn't foreseen, and surely couldn't have been stopped. All because Shamura didn't tell them any of it.

Shamura is being made into the big bad. Shamura is at fault for everything, for all of it. Narinder is a victim of Shamura encouraging him down a path they later condemn him for, their siblings are victims of Shamura and Narinder both (the latter of which could have been resolved at any point prior), and now any possible intrigue about Narinder being this big bad guy who tore apart his siblings due to his own ambition getting the best of him is ERASED.

It's GONE. All in favor of making him more sympathetic.

And sure, about a million different excuses could be made for Shamura, or could be used to headcanon whatever you want about exactly what happened. But with what we're given right now, just from the source, no attempt as made to stop Narinder before it got to this point. It is literally suggested they didn't even talk to him.

"Maybe they were too scared" - For the other three, maybe. Shamura is the eldest and clearly the most respected one, by Narinder as well (he holds some amount of respect for them even STILL. After EVERYTHING). They at any point could have stopped this.

"Narinder could still have been a bad guy outside of the attacks" - Sure, but we're given little to nothing on that front. In the old dialogue, literally all that's mentioned is the resurrection stuff and the wounds. Shamura is the one who said his ambition made a glutton of him, by the way. And hell, this isn't even touching the very real possibility that all of the Bishops (Narinder included!) are unreliable as hell.

"But Kallamar feared him even before his chaining, that suggests he was still a bad guy beforehand" - Sure, it could! But that's about all we get! And hell, in this new update, Kallamar's fears are fucked with, too. He states:

"Once, long ago, Followers would worship at my altar just to glimpse the beauty of my temple… of course, it could not last forever. Perhaps my siblings did not understand this, but I have always known. It did not make me less afraid. Cowardly Kallamar, ha…"

Here, it seems Kallamar's fears have been changed to be more about the decline of his temple and the loss of his followers, which was happening because of Narinder. He refers to Narinder's plans as "foolish" as opposed to... idk, horrifying, or threatening, or whatever. He also fully takes on the 'cowardly' title, giving the impression that his fears were somehow unfounded, which wouldn't make a lick of sense if Narinder indeed sucked ass outside of the wounds.

Not to mention he "didn't want to hear it" when Shamura "revealed the plan," but we know because of Shamura that they didn't mention anything about the wounds, so Kallamar didn't want to hear that they... had to chain Narinder? That's literally all he could've been told about the plan. Why wouldn't he want to chain Narinder if he was scared of him up until that point?? Doesn't make any sense!!! EDIT AFTER I POSTED: On reconsideration this might just be referring the lamb genocide plan, but that's hardly better, because now this update absolves Narinder, Leshy, AND Kallamar by making them blameless in everything (both Leshy and Kallamar expressed not fully understanding the plan for the slaughter or, in this case, not wanting part in it). What's up with THAT. Why is Shamura getting the blame for LITERALLY EVERYTHING.

Anyway, my point is

This was a story decision made to make Narinder sympathetic. It's so blatant. And it's so, so irritating. It gets rid of so many potential cool flaws of Narinder and replaces it with "Actually, Shamura was the bad guy the whole time! Huzzah!"

And honestly, had the entire game come out like this to begin with, released at the start how it is right now, I don't think I'd care this much. But being added now, as an afterthought, after the fandom and devs alike have grown to favor Narinder above all others, it just...

It reeks of favoritism. It smells of revising the story to make Narinder more likeable. It's just erasure.

And for what. Like, I don't want to be That Guy, but I cannot help but notice that one of two nonbinary characters (outside of the Lamb/Goat themselves) is being this heavily demonized in favor of absolving a Man of his crimes. What's, uh. What's up with that.

Oh, and that addition by the writer I mentioned was made while I was writing this.

This was made after Jojo was questioned whether this was a retcon as to who caused the wounds, as this whole thing could also certainly be read as Shamura being the one to directly wound their siblings (which I didn't think was the case, but still).

"I don't know if they thought it would be so severe" - How do I put this in a nice way. This feels like a weaseling out answer. This feels like giving Shamura an out only after being questioned on this writing choice. How could they possibly not know how severe it would be. This spider is Knowledge. This spider has Foresight of some kind. And how do you not know what they thought. You are the Writer. If you want to clarify something like this you gotta say it with your full chest.

Not to mention a good portion of the fandom probably won't even see these tweets, so this context is all missing from the story presented in the game. This is Tacked On Context on top of already Tacked On Context. It's unnecessary retconning all the way down.

Anyway. I realize the fandom at large will not care about this, because (and I mean this in the nicest way I can manage) the Narinder favoritism in this fandom is already impenetrable, but for me personally? This retconning that was so clearly done out of that favoritism?

It ruined Narinder's character for me. More than the fandom possibly could have. I mean, if it's fanon, it can be ignored. But this was canonized. Because Narinder is the dev team's favorite guy.

And I can't stand it.

#VERY long ramble #<- i mean it. this post is chunky.#I have a lot of thoughts. And they are not positive. MM dev team when i get you.#Narinder enjoyers beware. I do not like your man and it's because of this update.#If anything I said in the post is unclear please feel free to ask and I will elaborate where I can! I tried to make my thoughts #as clear as possible. but i am also a fulltime college student with a keyboard that is currently retaliating against me.#My brain is a little scattered atm lmao. but if I hold onto this post much longer I might just anxiety myself out of posting it.#because nobody else seems to be having these same critiques. Save for my tiny little discord server where we are all very loud haters.#If you don't agree with me that's awesome 👍 please be normal about it tho if you are arguing i'm begging.#if this post gets any amount of traction I'm going to be wary about having my inbox open hkjsdhg #ok now the scary part.#cult of the lamb #cotl unholy alliance #cotl spoilers #unholy alliance spoilers #<- i don'tknow if that still needs tagging but jic. also I'm wary of tagging characters on here. so for now i won't.#cotl #ok that's it for now. Runs away. Fast

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cheapshrimpysheep · 11 months

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Happy Birthday - Floyd Leech

In celebration of Floyd's (and Jade’s) birthday, here is a list of the things I've written with him. 🦈🥳

🦈 ONESIE PARTY

SUMMARY: Ace and Deuce, with a hint from Cater and financially support from Kalim, gave you a costume made Grim onesie. And decided to throw a surprise (to only you) onesie party at Ramshackle Dorm and invite all the students you knew. Onesies were the mandatory dress code!

🦈 5 LOVE LANGUAGES

SUMMARY: A person doesn’t just have one love language, but these are the ones I think would be the most predominant in each of them. In Ortho’s case, at least, this is platonic.

🦈 FIRST DATE - OCTAVINELLE

SUMMARY: What would your first date with him be like? I know first dates might not go so well, but let’s pretend these are different. ;)

🦈 A BREAK UNDER THE LIGHTS

SUMMARY: You suggest taking turns for some to rest while others peel potatoes on the boat. You can choose who will pair up with you outside to enjoy the boat lights under the night sky.

🦈 SENDING LOVE - PART 1

SUMMARY: How do they react to seeing you make a heart with your hands for them in the classroom? And how do they reciprocate you?

🦈 BUT… WE LOST…

SUMMARY: After many games, you went to see another NRC basketball game. And this was very important. The finals! Against RSA! You, along with the other students, are there, cheering them on. But… the villains always lose in the end… They were all so angry and you went to comfort your crush.

REQUESTS:

🦈 RESCUING YOU

"Ghost Bride themed request: Instead of Idia being at risk of being whisked away to Unholy matrimony, it is instead the reader, A.KA the boys of your choices crush, being whisked away to a ghostly honeymoon."

🦈 CHEERING FOR HIM

"The boys want to invite their (freshly obtained) partner!reader to a pretty important basketball match but “circumstances” happen, and they end up not saying anything to them about it. But on the day of the match their partner shows up anyway fully dressed in cheerleading attire”

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FATAL ATTRACTION.

PART I

I.N x reader. (s,a)

Next chapter: Part II

Synopsis: Your father as the leader of the Southside must given up something as a penalty for breaking the territorial rules to the Northside leader, Yang Jeongin. It's an exchange that he can't resist, a hidden daughter of the Southside, you.

Author's note: Part II will be out tomorrow! Enjoy this one ❤️

The gun is loaded and his slender fingers are wrapped around the handle.

Pale white skin on cold dark steel, someone's life is right at the end of his finger. The gun is pressed hard against a man's temple and the bullet is only a few inches away from his brain being obliterated. After that, he guesses it's the gate of hell since they're both in the same unholy business.

Jeongin's eyes are nowhere but staring into the other man who's kneeling on the floor, begging for a life that isn't his.

"You didn't hesitate to kill my man when he entered your territory," he says to the begging man.

The man lets out a shaky breath and screws his eyes shut for a second, begging certainly is not his forte, the man is struggling.

He understands that his pride stands between him and what he wants. The pride is coming from the family name that he upholds above everything else.

Unfortunately, Jeongin has a family name to uphold as well and his family wouldn't let this chance easily pass, a chance to win more territory which leads to more power to rule over the city.

Jeongin's family has ruled over the Northside for years and he, the rightful heir to the throne that had been passed down right from his father, leads the family's business.

What kind of business? Anything that brings money, legally or illegally, he doesn't care as long as he gets to maintain his family's prestige name.

And here, the man who is begging for a life to be spared happens to be the one who leads the Southside and his family's mortal enemy with decades-long of enmity that goes way back to when Jeongin wasn't even born yet into the world.

He knows enough that if he should give him a pass he has to get something in return.

"Not my son, please?" The man begs again, bleary eyes filled with fear and the sheen of sweat on his forehead glistening under the dusty light bulb.

Seeing him pathetically begging for him like he is praying to a god makes him feel like playing one, he presses the gun until it digs into the skin.

"Tell me why should I keep him alive?" He asks, giving the man one more chance at redemption.

"Anything but my son!" He answers without a beat.

Jeongin looks down at the man's son who seems to be only a few years older than him. He learned of his mortal enemy's history to know why his son is so important to him. He's the only one who will inherit the Southside, the only descendant left to continue the legacy, the same fate just like him.

As much as he hates to give a shred of sympathy, Jeongin relates so much to that. It reminds him of how his father had sacrificed so much just so he can have all of these because truthfully, a lot would kill to sit on his throne.

His hand loosens around the gun then uses it to scratch his head, thinking of something to exchange for the son's dear life.

A huge chunk of territory would suffice, he reckons.

He smacks his lips together and squats down in front of the father, "In exchange for your son's life, I'm taking Red Lights district from you!" Jeongin says ever so casually like he was asking for a piece of chewing gum while the man's eyes widen in shock.

Not only that he's asking for a big chunk of territory, Red Lights district has clubs, drugs, gambling, and everything illegal that makes money the most, in other words, it's their main source of income. To take it away from him might as well shut down his business and leave so little for settlement.

"I– I can't... can't give you that!"

Jeongin clicks his tongue, dissatisfied with his response.

"You. Are. Not. In. Position. To. Make. A. Bargain. With. Me!" Jeongin enunciates every word with every push of his gun onto the man's chest.

He leans in and stares into the man's eyes, "do you want to save your son or not?"

The man vigorously nods.

"Give me the Red Lights district and I'll let you two walk back to the Southside," he offers again.

"You know what? I'm feeling generous, I'll even give you a ride home!" He adds with an enchanting yet evil grin.

The man closes his eyes again, conflicted, panicked, in fear then glances at his son who's bruised and swollen from being beaten up by Jeongin's loyal subordinates.

Jeongin gestures to his right-hand man, Joon, to get him a paper of agreement of the transfer of property and puts it down on the floor for the man to see.

"All you need is to sign this paper," Jeongin puts then he slams the pen on top of it.

"Then you'll be having champagne in my limousine back to your home and we'll pretend that this never happens!" He concludes with an eased smile, giving him the easiest way out.

The man grips the pen but does nothing to uncap it, he holds the pen in the air for a moment with eyes squeezed shut, Jeongin is testing his conscience: his son or his business?

When the man finally uncaps the pen, Jeongin exchanges a triumphant smile with Joon, knowing damn well that this would earn him acknowledgment from the side of the family that still doubted his leadership.

Jeongin looks at the man again who slowly leans down to jot down his sign when all of a sudden, the man cries and his tears wetting the agreement paper.

"I can't do it!" The man cries, dropping the pen, and covers his face with his hands, ashamed of his decision, of himself.

The smile on Jeongin's face drastically fades like a day turns to night.

He runs out of patience, Jeongin picks up his gun and walks to his son, pulling his body straighter by the collar, pressing the gun close to his temple again, getting the bullet even closer to his brain than before.

"Well, it seems like you choose the hard way!" Jeongin remarks and cocks the revolver, the sound of it magnifies the palpable tension in the basement of some abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, where Jeongin reigns the most powerful, on the Northside.

The bullet is on the cylinder and ready to pierce through the poor man's skull at the gentle squeeze of Jeongin's long forefinger on the trigger.

"I have something else to offer!" The man cries out with his tear-streaked face while holding his hands up in defeat.

Jeongin keeps the gun pressed to the son's head and nudges him with it, tipping his head to the side.

"You don't have anything else that I desire so don't bother!" Jeongin says with sinister eyes, his finger curves around the trigger.

"Please!" The man cries again then crawls until he is close enough to his son, "No one knows about this but I'll let you have it!"

Jeongin is intrigued, he put his finger away and aims the gun elsewhere to make the man relax a little.

"What is it?"

The man is a stuttering mess still "...just... as precious... as my son!"

The son seems to know what his father is willing to exchange for his life. He was silent the whole time but starts grunting through his duct-taped mouth at the mention of it, that only means the man offers him something as precious, or even more.

"Keep it hidden..." the man stutters again, "...no one knows!"

Jeongin scoffs, pitying the so-called man who owns the Southside. He gestures for his man to get them up to sit them down on the worn-out sofa while he sits on the folded chair facing them.

Joon hands the man a drink but he hardly drinks them, the alcohol flooded out of the glass as he was taking a sip, the front of his shirt drenched with it.

"Now tell me more!"

The man wipes his mouth and nervously licks his lip, "I've been keeping this as a secret for years—"

The son grunts again, interrupting his father by headbutting his father's shoulder to stop him from talking and shooting daggers with his eyes.

"I don't have any other choice, son!" The father meekly says to him.

With his eyes, Jeongin orders Joon to hold the son for him so the father can speak in comfort.

Jeongin fills the man's glass with more alcohol and tells him to drink it.

"Relax!" Jeongin says to him as the man drinks his alcohol in one big gulp.

Jeongin pours himself a glass of alcohol and holds the glass close to his mouth.

He takes a moment to take it all in, that the man who owns the Southside is begging him to spare his son's life and he's about to offer him a precious gift in return.

He drinks his alcohol and it feels so sweet on a day like this.

Jeongin slams his empty glass on the table and folds his legs, "Let's do it again from the start, shall we?"

It's a slow day on a Monday morning.

You always take the time to take a personal tour around the gallery but the time you spend the most is admiring this painting of a flower field.

The longer you look at it, the more immersed yourself in it.

Maybe you're slowly losing your mind but you swear you feel like swaying away with the wind that is depicted in the painting, how it slips through the grass and brushes your skin.

Every time you look at the flowers, you can feel how soft their petals are without having to touch them.

You sigh and think of how beautiful it would be to just lay on that field with your hands turned up while looking up at the serene blue sky.

And how the painter weaves the delicacy in the painting, you sigh again at how amazing a few strokes of paint on a canvas can make you feel.

You want to meet the man who painted it but it seems impossible because the identity of the painter is still a mystery, they only go by the initial H.

"Is this painting for sale?"

You turn on your heels to find a man in a suit, hair as dark as midnight, sharp jaws, and a pair of foxy eyes.

"This painting?" You ask again, gesturing to the painting you've been admiring for a few days now.

He nods and takes a step forward, taking a closer look at the painting.

"You're the curator, aren't you?" He points to your ID card hanging around your neck.

"Yes." You answer with a smile.

He hums while nodding, "I want to buy this painting!"

You get the impression that this man knows nothing about painting and it's not the first time you met such customers. It's clear that he's one of those rich people who buy whatever they want as they please. They don't care about the price so what makes you think they will care about the art value of the painting they bought?

If they want to buy a painting on a Monday morning? They got it

Therefore, you don't have to waste time sharing some pieces of information about the painting, and leads him straight to where he can process his purchase which consists of signing some paperwork.

The man tells his assistant to do the rest while he walks up to you.

"Congratulations! You just bought a really beautiful painting!" You said to him with a courteous smile.

His foxy eyes deeply stare into yours again while he holds his hand out at you.

You don't hesitate to take it and shake his hand, "hope we get to see you again!

He doesn't say anything in return but keeps staring into your eyes like something wondrous is happening in them.

"Oh, I have a feeling that we'll see each other again real soon!" He confidently says as he lets go of your hand but not his eyes on you.

You don't walk him out of the gallery and let the director of the gallery do the task while you stay inside, watching him get into the car from the window of the second floor.

Rich people behave as they please because they are under the illusion that everything can be bought with money and you met some crude ones.

You met enough to know that he isn't trying to offend you yet he put you a little on edge.

The eyes tell all and his piercing eyes cut through you like a knife through the water.

On weekdays, the gallery closes at 4 pm and the time on your computer screen tells you it's already 25 past 5 pm.

"You're not going home, pup?" Mr. Shin asks. He is an art restorer who has worked for the gallery for almost a decade and still carrying the same leather briefcase since you joined two years ago.

"In a minute!" You replied while saving the files before you forget.

"I'm leaving," he announces.

"Don't want to upset missus again!" He adds while heading towards the door.

You softly laugh and get up from your office chair, "Be careful and send my regards to your wife!" You shout before he exits the door.

He responds with a smile then waves bye at you.

You didn't forget to turn the lights off before leaving the office and carrying your bag in one hand. You walk past the director's office and it seems like she's already left as well.

The security greets you as you exit the back door and you pull your car keys out of your bag since the car is already in sight.

"Excuse me!" Someone asks.

You are only a few feet away from your car when you turn around and someone suddenly holds you from the back, a hand covers your mouth to muffle your cry for help.

Another person ties your hands behind your back and then everything goes dark as someone puts a cloth over your head while your body is being lifted.

You hear a lot at the same time, a car coming and footsteps, someone whispering orders at the same time.

You try to scream but it's no use since you are the last person who left the gallery and no one is going to hear your screams, you also doubt someone is watching you getting abducted through the security footage.

But someone will watch and know and then help you, right?

Someone puts you down on you guess the backseat of a car and then there's the sound of the car door being slammed shut.

The car is moving and is taking you somewhere that you're afraid to guess where.

"Who are you?" You ask to the void or so you think since your head is covered in dark cloth and can't see anything. You believe there's someone else in the car with you because why would they let you alone, unguarded?

"Why are you doing this to me?" You ask again.

There's no answer and the car is taking a complicated route to avoid you know where they are taking you.

"I have nothing. I don't have money or anything. Kidnapping me will get you nothing!" You say again in a shaky tone as your thoughts rush through your head at a light speed and it seems like it's not slowing down any soon.

"Please, let me go!" You begged, this is the last effort you can do to get a response or anything.

But nothing, no answer but the car keeps moving, taking you to your uncertain future.

The car finally stops moving after an hour or so, you stop keeping track of time, and your brain is drained from endlessly thinking all sorts of thoughts, good and bad, everything in between.

They take you out of the car and walk you somewhere, dragging you by your elbow even though you can walk by yourself if they take the cloth off.

Your heels click-clacking against the floor you're walking on, and from the subtle slippery surface, you are sure it's a marble floor. The sounds echo so it gives you an idea of how big the place you are walking into is.

There's a creak coming from the door being pushed open, two big wooden doors from how you have to stop walking and that means the guy who escorts you have to push the door open with two hands.

"She's here!" The man who walks beside you announces.

He drags you by your elbow again and sits you down on a chair. After a moment of silence and someone cuts off the tie that shackles your hands, you take a deep breath before slowly lifting the dark clothing over your head. You close your eyes as the light starts to fill your vision all at once, blinding you.

You blink your eyes a few times to adjust to the light and the first thing you see is his eyes piercing right through your chest.

"Who are you and why are you doing this to me?" You asked since you're still curious as to why someone would bother to kidnap a nobody like you.

"So you don't know?" Jeongin asks back with a slanted grin.

"If you think you can get anything by kidnapping me, you're wrong!" You say again, looking up at him since he is sitting on the long wooden table.

He scoffs and fixes the cuff of his shirt, "but you are the hidden daughter of the Southside leader!"

You don't move despite knowing that you're no longer tied, no one knows this and no one even knows that you exist in the first place.

For the last 23 years since you were born, your father has successfully concealed your existence from the world, no one knows that you're the daughter of the Southside leader and you're grateful that you don't have to live with the notorious family name.

It seems like you are under the illusion that you'll always be safely hidden from the world.

Unless the two people that know about it give the secret away.

"Is it my father?" You guessed, he is the most likely to spoil a secret.

He doesn't respond but gets off the table, walks closer then stops right in front of your chair.

"I heard our fathers fought over your mother," he chuckles because it's baffling him as he recites the tale he heard from his jealous passing mother.

"And I wonder how beautiful she was that my father was willing to kill for her."

He takes even a closer step to your chair, "I saw her picture once and I admit that she really was beautiful."

His hand reaches for your face and holds your chin up with his fingers, observing your face like you're a statue.

"The resemblance is uncanny!" He sighs in disbelief.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You snarl, swatting his hand away from your chin.

He juts his lips then shrugs, "beautiful yet vicious!" He says then turns around on his heels.

"Let me go!" You shout at him.

"I have nothing to do with my father's business!!!" You tried again.

He sits behind a desk and ignores your demand, "Take her to the room and lock her up!" He orders the man who escorts you earlier which you recognize is the man you thought was his assistant back in the gallery.

He drags you by your elbow again and you yank your hand away, "I can walk by myself!"

Every day is the same.

You got locked up in your room, a maid only comes to serve meals on the tray if not to clean the room. The closet is filled with clothes from casual attire to ball gowns, you laugh at the irony because it's not like you have anywhere to go.

It has been two weeks, more or less, you stop counting the days because no one is coming to save you anyway.

You got thinner, weaker and your tears dried on their own from the countless night you spent crying yourself to sleep.

You're on the brink of losing yourself to insanity.

"Get up, you have somewhere to go in two hours!"

You don't have to turn your head away from the window to know that it's his right-hand man, Joon, you learned his name since he's the messenger between you and Jeongin.

"If you're not taking me to kill me in the middle of nowhere, I don't want to go!" You replied with a snide remark.

You might as well just die than live like this, chained to an evil man and this shit luck of a fate you have.

You hear Joon heavily sigh then leave, unbothered by your words.

An hour later, the door to your room flies open and heavy footsteps come your way.

"Get up!" Jeongin yanks you by your wrist and forces you to get up from the bed.

"Don't touch me!" You protest, trying to get your hand away from his grip.

"Then do what I tell you!" He says with a heaving chest and lets you go.

With so little energy you have, you stagger backward and fall back down on the end of the bed.

"What do you want from me?" You ask, rubbing your wrist to soothe the pain.

"I want you to obey me!" He replies.

Those piercing eyes have come to the point that they disgust you and make you sick to the stomach, "why should I?"

He bends down to look you dead in the eyes, "do I look like I want you here?"

His hot breath brushes your face as he speaks, "have you ever thought that maybe I didn't kidnap you?"

"Have you ever think why your family suddenly revealed their secret child after twenty years?" He asks, his words sting and your eyes start to water.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you're not that important to them?"

Every question he throws at you feels like a slap to the face and egging on your pain, opening your eyes to the reality of who's the real evil behind this.

He finishes with his forehead pressed on yours and says, "Do the fucking math, princess!"

You close your eyes and hot tears roll down your face, it surprises you that you still have any liquid left in your body to secrete.

"I want her to be ready in an hour!" Jeongin orders Joon and slams the door shut behind him.

"I have a few people to help you get ready," Joon says, he hesitates to get closer to you and stops after a step.

"I'll tell them to come up in 15 minutes!" He says, giving you a little time to mourn for your sad, cursed life.

You feel like a doll being dressed up as three people working at the same time to get you ready so Jeongin can show you off to everyone.

You're the hidden daughter of the Southside leader and you're an arm candy to the man who leads the Northside, after a few trips to his clubs, you learned his true intention. He wants to show the world the jewel crown of his achievement and that is having a Southside daughter under his feet, which will earn him respect and a lot more.

It's the same every other week, you come to the club and just sit still and look pretty next to him like a flower.

And he wants you to do nothing less or more than that.

But that night, a surprise guest comes to the club and insists on seeing Jeongin.

"It's someone from the Southside!" Joon whispers to him and he might have intentionally raised his voice louder so you can hear him too.

"Let him in!" Jeongin says and reclines on the leather sofa with a glass of drink in his hand.

You look at the doorway to see if it's a face you recognize from the Southside and your heart races when you see that it's your brother.

He makes a run for you but someone quickly stops him from getting close to you. He breaks out and sits on the sofa across from you.

"I want to talk to my sister!" He says to Jeongin.

Jeongin doesn't bother to look at the person he's talking to, he's more interested in looking at the sphere ice cube inside his glass.

"She's mine now!" He casually says like you are a mere object.

He puts his glass away and puts an arm around your shoulder, enjoying the hatred in your brother's eyes that is directed toward him when he does it.

"Why? Are you jealous that it's not you sitting beside me now?" He mocks with a lopsided grin.

"You fucki—" your brother holds himself back, knowing that it's not the right place to be reckless, he's powerless here.

He shifts his eyes at you with concern, "are you okay?"

You nod, the tears clogging your throat preventing you from talking.

"Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head but avoid looking him in the eyes.

"You can talk! It's okay," Jeongin says as he pours another glass of liquor.

Your brother's hands are balled into fists on his lap, "I'm sorry that you got caught in this!"

Jeongin stifles a laugh because he knows damn well who gets you into this mess in the first place.

"Its father isn't it?" You ask.

Your brother knows you'll catch up to it because you're smart, his face drops into his hands and he tries to come up with something to say.

"It's okay," you say.

"I know that he will always choose you over me," you tell him.

The nights you spent on your own made you rake your brain for any possible reason why you ended up here and then what Jeongin said earlier stuck with you. You finally come to this conclusion: your family has dumped you.

"He's not—"

"We all know he despises me. He wishes that I had never been born."

The truth hurts but it needed to be said.

Your brother is the only one who treats you like a family, hence he can't lie to your face, he knows that it's true.

Jeongin raises his glass at you, "You finally did the math! Good job!" He says with a sinister smile on his face

Your brother almost jumps at him for making fun of the situation, he succeeds to ignore his remarks and turns to look at you.

"But I care for you!" He sincerely says with his eyes looking deeply into yours.

He is your brother, the only person you trust and you've been relying on. But he's also the one who brought you into this mess.

Betrayal pains you the most when it's coming from someone who's closest to you.

You close your eyes to fight the tears from coming out, "that doesn't change anything," you unintentionally raise your voice at him.

"What difference would it make?"

"You can't save me on your own!"

"It's too late for that!"

You attack him with fact after fact and leave him tongue-tied, unable to speak. He can't find anything to say to defend himself, it is too late to save you now.

"Time's up!" Jeongin suddenly announces and gets up from the sofa.

Getting used to being his shadow, you follow him getting up from your seat and standing behind him. Two of Jeongin's men come into the room and hold your brother down by the shoulders.

Jeongin doesn’t have to say anything again to make you come with him, walking behind him as the two of you make your way to the exit.

Your brother grabs your hand as you walk past him, "I'm sorry."

You yank your hand away from him and look straight ahead, "you're not my brother anymore."

The music inside the club is deafening and the dress you're wearing is suffocating, the lump in your throat making it harder for you to breathe.

Maybe it's the fact that you just cut ties with the only person that you consider as family.

It feels like you just cut ties with the world altogether.

You broke down once you arrive back at the mansion and Joon rushes to help you, kneeling on the floor with an arm around you.

"Are you okay?" He asks, shaking you by your shoulders.

Jeongin turns on his heels and watches you while standing a few feet away from you, unfazed.

"Put your hand around me. I'll carry you to your room," Joon offers, taking your limp arm and putting it around his shoulder.

But your hand gropes around his chest and found the gun inside the pocket of his suit jacket. You succeed to pull it out real quick. Joon was quick enough to catch your hand and yank it back from you, but you don't let him take it away from you.

"What are you doing? It's dangerous!" His concerned voice turns into a mix of panic and an angry one.

He holds the gun but your hand is wrapped so tightly around it and with the strength you have, turning it at your head.

"Kill me! Kill me, please?" You beg with tears flooding your cheeks.

"Stop acting stupid!" Joon snaps at you while struggling to get the gun from you without hurting you in the process.

"I don't want to live anymore and you don't have any reason to keep me! They threw me away so kill me! Kill me!" You beg again.

Joon finally succeeds to get his gun back and hurriedly taking a step back, put the gun as far away as possible from you.

"Give her the gun!" Jeongin coldly orders. His voice cut through the quiet of the room and is as cold as the floor you're sitting on.

Joon who has just placed his gun back into its holster looks at him with uneasy eyes, "Pardon?"

"Give her the gun!" He enunciates the word one by one, confirming that Joon didn't mishear him.

"Make sure it's loaded too!"

Joon hesitantly does what he is told to do, emptying the clip and showing you that there's not one bullet missing. He loads the clip back into the gun, then hands it to you. There's a second of pause before he puts it on your open palm and guided your fingers to wrap around it.

It's cold and heavy in your hand, so this is what death feels like.

You look at the gun closely and take a second to admire the person who invented a tool that makes death as easy as pulling the trigger with your finger.

You roughly wipe your eyes since they're blurry with your tears then bring the gun close to your head and press the end under your chin.

All of a sudden, Jeongin let out a laugh and it echoes in the empty hall, "Now I see why they dump you!"

He laughs again and licks his lower lip, "if you put that bullet in your head, you're only proving that you are worthless and it was the right decision for them to dump you."

He put his hands behind him and observe you like you were a wounded animal in a cage, pathetic and helpless but he can't do anything about it.

He approaches you and leans down to look you right in the eyes, "If you hated it so much, why would you die with that name?"

His gaze lingers on and you can see the disgust in his eyes. And you hate that he is right, his words feel like a slap in your face.

He walks away and then stops on his track, slowly turning at you to say, "If I were you, I'll make a name for myself! Make them whisper my name in fear! Make them regret casting me out!"

Jeongin shoves both of his hands into the pockets of his trousers, "but of course, you're too weak for that too."

He laughs again and walks further into the house, "Please, don't bleed all over the marble floor. Joon can show you a better place to do it!" He nonchalantly says without looking at you.

He leaves you there, on the floor with the gun pressed under your chin.

Maybe he is right, you are too weak and you don't have it in you to live with your family name.

You loop your finger on the trigger but not pulling it yet.

"Just think about it! Please?" Joon begs again with a pleading voice, hoping to stop you from making a bad decision.

"I can't live like this!" You say between your choked sobs.

"I'll help you! I can help you!" Joon's offers come out of the blue.

"How?" You scream.

"Put the gun down first!" He commands.

Your finger lingers on the trigger and all you need is one gentle push then...

Then again, Jeongin is right, you don't have it in you.

Your hand goes limp and the gun falls off, clattering onto the floor.

Joon kicks the gun to get it away from you, then helps you get up as your body goes limp from malnourished, adrenaline, stress, and everything that makes you feel that you're dead inside.

Joon comes to your bedroom in the morning and makes sure you eat your breakfast, watching every spoonful of food that goes into your mouth.

"You've been doing it wrong!" He says as he goes to open the window and fills the room with fresh spring air.

"What?"

He sits on the stool across from you, "I've known Jeongin since we were little. We practically grew up together."

Isn't that obvious? Joon is the only person you know is the closest to Jeongin, it comes to your knowledge that he's not a part of the family so the only conclusion you have is that he grew up with him.

"I know him well enough to know that going against him will never get you anywhere," he explains, taking a piece of a ceramic miniature from your vanity table to play with it.

"You're only riling him up and making him detest you," he adds.

You can trust him, right? Because Joon has been nothing but nice to you.

"Then what should I do?" You ask.

"Soften him. Try to be good and just do whatever he says, I promise you he likes obedience more than anything."

He twirls the miniature in his palm and pauses, "no wait, obedience is the second on his list."

That intrigues you, "then what's the first?"

"Loyalty."

It's interesting. You thought that he would put his family over anything else.

"He has no reason to keep you here, that's true and perhaps, if you did soften him and the timing is right, it's possible to get what you want," he furtherly explains and leans against the vanity table.

Joon makes it sounds so easy to you, "I don't know that seems..."

He smirks at how you doubt him right away.

"Jeongin might seem difficult but you only need to know which button to push," he says and puts the miniature back in its place, "just one right button!"

He gets up from the stool and looks down at your breakfast tray, "maybe you can start by not looking like an ET first," he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him, slightly annoyed.

Everything that Joon shared with you stayed with you the whole day.

Jeongin never laid his hand on you to harm you unless it was necessary and it was always because you provoked him first.

He doesn't have any intention to harm you but keep you trapped here, being his little doll.

And maybe this little doll can gets what she wants if she sits still and looks pretty for him, nods to everything he says, and smiles because she doesn't know how to do anything else.

If that's what he wants, then you'll give him that.

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn.

For him, you are a rose but lack that rarest essence.

To be that beautiful yet so fragile, a delicate thing that is so exposed to the cruel, cruel world.

Should he help you grow some thorns or should he protect you more from the world?

He can't decide yet.

After that night when you went to your wit's end, something changed.

He admits he was too harsh at you that night but he knows he's right, but a little part of him still worries that you took his words by heart, or worst, broke you more.

You are broken, yes, but humans are never irreparably broken. We can always heal, we can always piece ourselves back little by little until we're whole again. We always do.

Maybe this change is you piecing yourself back together and he can see you.

A beautiful rose you are!

Blossoming smiles, the twinkle in your eyes, and the echo of your laughs in the hallways that are usually occupied if not by the dead silence, it's the heavy footsteps of his men coming with information for him.

He follows the source of the sound to find you helping in the kitchen, kneading dough on the kitchen island with your flour-dusted hands.

On another day, he watches you swimming from the balcony where he can see your body slicing through the water and the shape your body took as you come out of the water.

That quite resembles how Aphrodite was born. You weren't born from the foam of the sea but you do own the beauty of the goddess of love.

And if you're not swimming or walking around the garden, you hide in the greenhouse and read the book you secretly borrow from his library.

By the night before the old clock in the mansion struck midnight, you're already in your room and tucked in for the night.

This sudden obedience astounds him but at the same time, sparks his curiosity. There must be something behind all these good girl behaviors.

"Arrange a dinner!" He orders.

Joon puts down his glass of whiskey and takes out his phone, "the usual place?"

"Yes."

"How many people?"

"Two."

Joon slyly smiles, "it's not a business dinner, I reckon?"

Jeongin doesn't answer but looks out of the window and sees you walking out of the greenhouse.

"And get her ready for it!" He adds.

When it finally registered to him, Joon nods in acknowledgment and gets up from his chair.

"Sure!"

Jeongin booked the whole restaurant just for you and him where the chef cooks the dish from the finest ingredients and serves the most exquisite wine with its aphrodisiac smells that instantly relaxes you.

It's the first time that you're out of the mansion yet you seem so calm and collected.

Again, he admits that you look so beautiful in that dress, deep blue like the color of the pacific ocean.

You thanked and praised the chef for every meal, but you show less enthusiasm when they serve the desserts.

There's no meaningful conversation in between the meals so he wonders what changes.

"You don't like the dessert?" He asks.

You shake your head and smile, "it's just so pretty."

And you thank the chef again for it.

"Is there any reason why we're having dinner together?" You ask.

Jeongin triumphantly smiles, it's not hard to make you finally ask the question he wanted you to ask.

"Because you've been very good lately," he simply answers and lifts his wine glass to take a small sip.

"I think you deserve a nice dinner," he adds as he puts down his wine glass.

The night doesn't stop there, he takes you on a little stroll around the city just to see how are you going to react.

He wants to know if you're tempted to flee or pull an act, instead, he watches you shivering from the gust of cool night air.

He puts his suit jacket around your shoulders.

"Thank you," you sweetly mutter with the moon reflected in your eyes.

"Should we head home now?"

You nod with a smile.

Arrives back in the mansion, walks you to the door of your bedroom, and stands there in front of you, looking at your face with an intense gaze.

"Thank you for the dinner! I had a nice evening," you say to him.

He only smiles in response.

"Oh yeah, this," you shrug his jacket off your shoulders and hand it back to him.

He grabs your hand instead of the jacket from you, "Is there anything you want?"

Your eyes widen in surprise or maybe this is what you've been waiting for him to say.

He slides his hand up to your elbow then pulls you closer, "you can tell me and I'll give it to you."

With the other hand, he brushes your hair to the side and lightly caresses your cheek, "you deserve it," he says with a voice so low it's almost like a whisper.

You swallow air before answering, "I—"

Jeongin lifts your chin and forces you to look him in the eyes, he leans in close you can see yourself in the irises in his eyes.

"Come on, tell me..." he murmurs with his lips only inches away from yours.

You try again to focus on answering him, "I—"

This time, he cuts you off with a kiss.

He knows that those lips would be soft, but Jeongin doesn't expect them to be that soft.

He let the kiss sweep you away and takes you out of your head for a moment. It's just your lips on his lips in an enamoring kiss.

He can easily carry you to the bed and have you pinned underneath him, kissing you more, deeper, and harder that breathing is no longer necessary to him.

Doesn't want to waste another second, his hands start to explore your body, touching your miles and miles of silky smooth skin that make him whimper against your lips.

His hand goes down your thighs and pulls the hem of your dress so he can touch you there.

Then he can feel that you're stiffening under him, your legs are pressed shut and your hands are on his chest, keeping a space between your bodies.

No matter how much he likes kissing you, Jeongin abruptly stops and retracts himself from you.

He may be a bad person, but he's not a vile man who fucks a girl against her will.

"Don't force yourself, I know you don't want to do it," he breathlessly says.

You slightly get up from the bed, "but it is what you want, right?" You ask and reach for him again.

He jerks away and puts your hand away, "just tell me what you want!"

He met a lot of people and a lot more variety of evil people, but he knows the tricks people usually do to get what they want.

The dinner is just to let you know that he acknowledged your effort to get his attention and you did a wonderful job at it.

But now, it's time to find out what you want to gain from it.

"Let me go," you meekly answer.

"I am worth nothing anymore therefore I'm holding no value as your hostage. Just let me go and I'll disappear from your life forever," you breathlessly explain the reason behind your demand.

"I promise. Please, let me go!"

For a split second, you remind him of how your father begged for your brother's life. Thus, reminded him how easily he gave you away in an exchange for your brother.

It disgusts him how easy for you to say that you're worth nothing.

"I'll let you go," he says.

Your face lights up hearing his words.

"But with one condition!"

Your face goes dim in a second but there's a flicker in your eyes, "I'll do anything! Anything!" You eagerly say to him.

Jeongin fixes his shirt and his cuffs, "you have to marry me!"

And it's like all the happiness drained out of you in a second, your face turns pale and your hands fall to your lap.

"How can I marry you? We're— We— I don't even know you!" You stammer, confused and shocked at the same time.

Jeongin gets off the bed and picks up his suit jacket from the floor, "well, that wouldn't be hard since we're living together!" He nonchalantly says without looking at you.

He puts his suit jacket back on then walks to the door, he lingers there, then turns around to look at you one more time, "and don't worry. I'll never touch you again without your permission!"

Jeongin walks in the direction of his office for a quick talk with Joon but finds him as he walks past the dining room, eating by himself.

"Oh, I didn't know you were already home!" Joon gasps with a stuffed face, a red jam smeared in the corner of his mouth.

Jeongin pours himself a glass of water, "what are you eating?"

He slides the plate toward Jeongin and lets him have a piece.

"Cherry pie!" He exclaims as he bites into a piece of cherry from the filling.

"It's good, right?"

He shrugs but Joon knows him well enough to know that means he likes it.

"She made this all afternoon for tonight's dessert," Joon informs.

"You're lucky I left you some," he adds with a chuckle.

Jeongin takes another piece and shoves it into his mouth, feeling that burst of that tangy mix of sweet and sour. Now he knows why you look a little sad during desserts.

"Sweet," Jeongin says.

"I know right?" Joon chimes.

But Jeongin isn't talking about the pie.

It's been a week now but still.

Marry him?

Ugh, the more you replayed those words in your head the more pissed you are at him, the more you pissed the more you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

But as far as you can get is the greenhouse.

And you've been stuck on the same page of the book you're reading because your head can't stop replaying his words that are impossible for you to fulfill.

Why did you have to say you'll do anything? Anything? You hit your forehead with the book repeatedly.

You can foresee your future from here and it looks grim.

You cover your face with the book next and hope that it will teleport you somewhere or the page magically sucks you into the story, Victorian era is way better than here.

How people back in the day are okay with arranged marriage? How is it okay for them to marry someone they don't know? How can they have a marriage without love? Why would they marry a...

"...this is going to work just like we planned! Trust me!"

You jolt awake from the long bench you're lying down on and hear someone talking just right outside the greenhouse. You can only make out the shape of them through the foggy glass wall, two men huddling together and whispering into each other's ears.

"If you look nervous, he'll know that we're up to something!" One man says to the other.

"We're just going to rob one of his compounds and what damage it will do? he'll only lose a little fortune, he'll forget it in no time.

For a man who persuades another man to commit treason, he's quite convincing.

"What makes you think he'll not suspect us?" The agitated man asks while rubbing his hands together despite the day being warm with a clear blue sky.

"We've been doing business together for years now, he trusts us and in my experience, he'll always pay back no matter how much."

The agitated man is intrigued, "so we're not only getting money from our rob but also getting the money back from him?"

The confident man laughs, "I told you, it's good money and we only need to pull it out once!"

The agitated man who seems to be the one with power is assured that the plan is going to work and trusts his accomplice.

You accidentally drop your book and it hits a potted plant, the two men hear and look around to find the source of the noise.

One of them wipes the glass clean and looks inside, you hurriedly squat down, hiding behind the row of potted plants.

"Are you calm enough now?" The confident man asks.

"I guess, yeah."

"Let's go then!" He says and starts walking toward the mansion.

Without thinking, you sprint out of the greenhouse and into the mansion through the kitchen door. You're going through one room to another to find Joon and tell him about two men conspiring against Jeongin. You must tell him before they come into the house.

You almost bump into the maid and quickly ask her if she sees Joon.

"He's in the office!"

You break into a run to go to the front office to the part of the mansion where Jeongin first took you, this is where he takes care of his business.

"Joon! Joon!" You call even though you're still a meter away from the door of the office.

You open them all at once then close them behind you, you sigh when you see him inside.

"Joon, I have to tell you something, there are..." you pause to catch a breath while clutching your chest.

"It's not a good time!" Joon tells you as he approaches you.

You get to him first and grab him by the elbow, "It's important, I swear!"

Joon looks away to the other side and you follow to where he's looking, the two men are already there, sitting at the long table.

"We have guests," Joon tells you, "but if it's that important, you can tell me!"

You smile at the two men and then look back at Joon, "I'll tell you later!"

He wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion.

You get out of the office and run to Jeongin's bedroom, it's your last chance to let him know that someone is planning bad to his compound.

You break into his bedroom without knocking and find him tying his tie in front of the full-length mirror, he only looks at you for a second before back looking at his reflection, totally unbothered by the sudden visit you make to his bedroom.

"Haven't you been avoiding me lately?" He says, setting the knot close to his collar.

"Or you've given up already?"

You scoff at his words but for the innocent lives that will be taken in his compound, you're willing to let it slide.

"They're going to rob your compound!" You hurriedly say before forgetting why you came here for.

That catches his intention and he turns around to face you, "who?"

"The two men who just came in today!" You tell him.

"The Park brothers?"

"They're brothers? But they're different"

Jeongin gives you a perplexed look.

"Anyway," You immediately retrace your conversation back to where you started.

"They're going to turn against you!"

Jeongin walks up to the chair and grabs his cufflinks from a velvet box.

"They paid a few men to rob your compound, the one where you produced their order and they will blame it on you so you'll have to pay what you owe them but also get the money from the products they robbed!" You explain as detailed as possible and make it concise due to the limited time you have.

"They're not going to do that," he coyly says and picks up his suit jacket.

"I heard them talking when I was in the greenhouse. Trust me!" You beg, following him to wherever he goes in his bedroom.

He turns around and almost bumps into you, "I've been doing business with them for years and so far, I have no problem with them so why should I trust you whom I have only known for a few months?" He asks.

Is this his way to get back at you for rejecting his marriage proposal because you said you didn't know him well enough to marry him?

"You don't have to trust me then," you say.

Jeongin puts his suit jacket on with his back facing you.

"But you have to know that the lives of the men working in your compound are threatened. Do it so you don't have to regret not trusting me."

But he seems to be unfazed by your words and takes one last look in the mirror.

"Are you done talking?" He asks.

You sigh because he chooses not to trust you and you see him walk to the door.

"Why would I lie to you? What good it would do to me for lying to you?" You shout at him.

But he opens the door and leaves you alone in his room, in his big, spacious, and lonely room.

The fear keeps you awake the whole night.

The fear of the guilt that you will carry your whole life for knowing something evil is going to be done yet you did nothing to stop it.

You tried and you failed.

But the guilt, you believe will keep haunting you.

The mansion is eerily quiet tonight and it only heightens your fear.

Then you hear footsteps in the hallway and you quickly get up from your bed to see who it is. You see Joon opening the door to the front office and getting inside.

You don't care if you're intruding again but you need to know if something happened, good or bad.

"Joon?" You call from the door.

He stops rummaging through the drawer of Jeongin's desk and sighs when he sees you, "Is that what you were going to tell me earlier?"

Your hands are shaking from anxiety, "did something happen?"

"You're the one who told Jeongin that the Shin brothers are conspiring against him?"

You stifle a nod, afraid that it was all just a trap the Shin brothers set up for you and you fell into it.

"What happened? Tell me!" You insist.

He rushes to you and squeezes your shoulder, "thanks to you that everyone in the compound is safe!"

It's like a giant invisible rock has been lifted off of your chest and you can properly breathe for the first time.

"Oh thank God!" Your knees got weak and you hurriedly sit on one of the empty chairs.

"Jeongin ordered a few men to catch the robbers first before they could execute their plan," Joon furtherly explained.

You let out a long breath and recline on your chair, "then what about Jeongin?"

"He's still taking care of it and I'm here to grab the contracts," he briefly shows you the paper he takes from the drawer.

You sigh again.

"Don't worry, he's okay and I have to get back now," he says, putting the contract paper into a briefcase while checking his phone and furiously typing a message on it at the same time.

"You'll be safe in the mansion," he says before leaving.

It's not like you have another choice but to wait until they get back and you hope when they do, they are back safely.

It takes them a day to take care of it.

A few years' worth of business is blown by one stupid plan, you can only guess there is a lot of mess to sort.

But only Joon comes back and you don't know why you feel a little disappointed.

Joon is a very observant person, he can see even the faintest of expression change on your face.

"He has a lot of things to handle at the moment," Joon tells you, "he'll be okay."

You look down at your book, "I'm not asking," you say.

"Yeah, but I just want to let you know," he says, saving you from being embarrassed about asking Jeongin.

On the following day, Jeongin is back but he comes home very late at night and you take a peek through the crack between your bedroom doors of him entering his bedroom.

You get back to your bed and have the most restful sleep you've ever gotten in a while.

In the morning as you're having breakfast in your room, Joon comes with a file and a pen, then puts it next to your tray.

"Sign on the highlighted part," he says then put a pen on

"What is this?" You ask.

You are about to read the content when Joon snatches

snatching it away, "Just sign it, quick, we don't have much time!"

"I can't just sign without knowing what I'm signed up for!" You say with a glare.

"Trust me! I swear it's not something bad but you'll regret not doing it," he says with a smile.

Joon has that sweet smile of a boy and you can't help but smile back at him.

"Trust me, okay? When did I ever lie to you? Never, right?" He assures you.

Joon has been nothing but kind to you and he's indeed honest, maybe for this once you trust me for everything he had done for you.

"Okay," you cave in and uncap the pen to place your autograph where he instructed you.

"There!" You hand him the pen back.

Joon closes the file with a satisfied grin and holds it under his arm, "Congratulations! You officially become the new owner of this painting!"

He signals someone from outside your bedroom and you crane your neck to see them carrying a big painting, it's still wrapped so you can't see which painting he talked about.

Joon gestures for them to step aside, "you want to do the honor?"

"You want me to unwrap—"

He eagerly nods even before you can finish your sentence. You put your napkins away and walk toward the painting, carefully ripping the thin brown wrapper to slowly reveal the painting.

A part is unveiled and you can tell already what painting it is, you gasp with your hands covering your mouth.

"There is no way!" You say in disbelief.

Joon grins seeing your reaction and lets you continue ripping the whole wrapper.

It's the painting you adore so much, The Flower Field by H.

"Oh, this is so beautiful!"

You still can't wrap your head around the fact that it's so beautiful it evokes so many emotions in you, the flowers that are swaying with the gust of wind and the soft pink sky above, at how you want to lay in the flower field. How peaceful that would be!

"You want it hung in your room?" Joon asks.

"Of course!" You answer rather too passionately.

You stand next to Joon as the men start working to hang the painting in place.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"It's a gift from Jeongin for you," Joon answers.

You snap your head in his direction, "Isn't this too much for a gift?"

As a curator who watched over this painting for a few months, you know how valuable it is and how much it costs. This is not just a gift for you, it's a promising investment.

"Well, you saved everyone in the compound and he believes that alone costs a lot more than this painting," he says.

He leans in close to your ear, "I'm quoting his words, by the way, not mine."

It takes you aback and you feel so warm inside, "but still, I don't feel good for accepting it," you meekly say.

"You already signed the certificate, you can't do anything about it but I suggest, a little thank you will do."

You chuckle, "thank you!"

"I only did the legal stuff, but you're welcome," he replies.

And before he can add anything else, you say, "I will thank him too."

The two of you continue admiring the painting hung on the wall

of your bedroom, it will take you some time to get used to seeing it before bed and as the first thing you see in the morning.

Jeongin hates to be compared with other people, especially his father.

His father was his own person and a role model to him, he aspires to be like him. A man with so much charisma and poise, a man that didn't need to explain who he was because everyone already knew.

Jeongin can't duplicate him and he doesn't intend to.

He wants to lead like him but not to copy every move he made.

He wants to be... himself.

"Am I that easy?" Jeongin asks, gripping his crystal glass so hard.

"What do you mean?" Joon asks back.

"Am I that easy for everyone to dare to try and fool me?"

"Hey, no one saw that coming and it's not your fault that they chose to betray," Joon comforts him.

"If anything, they should not mess with us and you show it to them."

Jeongin finishes his liquor and put the glass down on his desk. He fills it with more liquor and one more ice cube, his eyes notice the transfer of ownership paper on the pile on his desk.

"The painting?"

Joon stops flipping the files he is reading, "it's hung in her bedroom."

Jeongin doesn't need to know the rest, knowing that you receive the gift is enough so he drinks the whiskey he pours.

"You should see her face, she likes it so much!" Joon adds.

Jeongin pours another and brings it with him as he looks out the window.

You're swimming at night, that's a first.

He puts his glass down and walks out of his office, taking slow walks until he arrives at the swimming pool. The water appears blue from the lights and your body glides under, seamlessly like you're one with the water.

He silently watches your body swimming back toward the edge and breaking through the water's surface.

There it is, how Aphrodite was born.

He sees how you are slightly surprised to see him there, standing at the edge of the pool.

You slowly climb the steps to get out of the water and Jeongin immediately reaches for the bathrobe lying on the sunchair, he takes it and offers to put it on you.

He promises not to touch you but allows himself to do a little chivalrous thing like this.

"A hot night?" He asks.

"Yeah," you hesitantly answer.

You turn around and slip your hands into the sleeves, finishing it by tying them together.

"Thank you," you mutter to him without looking him in the eyes.

After a few days of rarely seeing each other and you already change again, a little timid but still the same sweet girl.

"Are you going back to your room?"

"Yes."

"Can I walk you there?"

"Sure."

Just another little chivalry, no physical contact, totally safe and not against the rules.

Jeongin only needs to take his mind off things and just quietly walking the hallway with you does work for him.

"I'm glad that you made the right choice and everyone is safe," you suddenly say, breaking the silence.

"It's all thanks to you," he simply states the fact.

"I was just a mere messenger, you were the one who made the decision," you state another fact back at him.

He feels bad for doubting you back then, if you didn't ask him what good it would do for you to lie to him then he would choose not to believe you.

Your obedience still needs some work but you are an honest person and it pours out of you, that's what makes you so fragile.

And in the world he lives in, honesty comes with a price.

"Thanks for walking me back," you say and snapping him out of deep thought.

Does his mansion shrink by its size or the trip from the l swimming pool to your bedroom has always been this short?

He looks at you and the drops of water rolling down your neck, the wet hair stuck to your face.

He fights the urge to not put them away and shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"Goodnight!" He mutters.

"Goodnight!" You say back and push open the door.

Jeongin is about to walk to his bedroom when you call his name and come up to him.

"I have something else to say to you," you say and put the hair curtains on your face behind your ear.

"What is it?"

"I want to thank you for the painting," you say with eyes gleaming, something about it that resembles a pool of stars.

"Don't mention it. It's nothing if you compared it with the lives you saved that day," he says, resisting pulling his hands out of his pockets to touch you.

"You know how much I like that painting so I want—"

He cuts you off and he doesn't want to hear you which gives him the impression that the gift is burdening you.

"It's nothing really, you—"

Then you cut him off as well with a kiss, it's a soft peck with your plush lips against his and it makes him feel like he's floating in the air, nothing is going to bring him down.

You let go of the kiss with a shy smile and look down at your feet.

"Thank you and goodnight," you mutter so fast that when his brain finally processed your words, you're already back inside your room.

That isn't a little chivalry yet it's not a violation because he is not the one who initiated it.

But it feels good, isn't it? Breaking the rules.

"Where are we going, Joon?"

Joon rushes you to get dressed after breakfast and now, you're on the way to the airfield where a private plane is waiting.

"A business trip," he answers.

"Why am I part of this business trip?" You ask out of curiosity because they've been on so many business trips and why all of a sudden they take you in one.

"He reckons you need some fresh air," he replies.

"Oh?"

So it's Jeongin's idea to take you, not Joon's.

When you meet on the plane and you keep your head down, walk to the seat, pick up your book, and don't try to engage in a conversation with him.

You don't know what led you to kiss him on the lips, you plan on thanking him and that's it. It crossed your mind to kiss him on the cheek at the last minute but by the time of the execution, you didn't know why but your lips found him and kissed.

Now, you have to deal with the consequence of it and it's to always avoid his eyes, trying not to make any eye contact with him.

Joon seems to be oblivious about it though, thank God for that! Jeongin is not a schoolboy who kissed a girl and then told his friend afterward.

He's the leader of the Northside for God's sake, you remind yourself.

He kidnapped you and imprisoned you in his mansion, he'll not let you go unless you agree to marry him. You're supposed to hate him, aren't you?

Once you arrived in your hotel room, Joon takes you to your room and helps you with your bag.

"A hotel suite just for myself?" You ask.

It takes only one look to know that it's bigger than the apartment you once lived in and the ceiling-to-floor window that overlooks the city is so captivating.

Joon takes that as a joke and chuckles, "I'll be back in a few minutes!"

He goes back inside to tell you, "don't try to do anything funny!"

You walk to the liquor cabinet and open it to show mini bottles of all brands of alcohol inside, "you mean I can't get drunk in the middle of the day?"

He chuckles again, "yeah, especially that!"

After Joon leaves, you take time to look around the hotel suite and drag your suitcase to the bedroom, sitting on the bed while touching the fine fabric of the sheet.

You give in to the temptation and lay down on the bed, exhaling a long breath that is long overdue only for the thoughts to go back into your head again.

That Jeongin kidnapped you, took you into his mansion, and locked you up, the only way out is to marry him.

You are supposed to hate him, you said in your head.

You close your eyes and inhale a deep breath, filling your lungs with as much oxygen to let your body relax.

The knocking on the door snaps you awake and you hurriedly open it.

"Are you ready?" Joon asks.

You tip your head to the side, "what?"

"I told you, I'll be back in a few minutes," he says and puts something inside the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

"But you didn't say we're heading out!"

He grabs your bag from the chair and pulls you along with him, "everything is ready, let's go!"

It feels nice to be out of the mansion for a while and have a little sightseeing as the car ride around the city, but it seems like Joon has one particular place to take you.

Then you see the banner from outside the gallery, it's an exhibition of your favorite painter, the painter H.

"You should have said that you're taking me here, I would have come running to the lobby!" You playfully remark.

Joon lets you walk and look around on your own while he's following you from behind at a safe distance.

Looking at all of the paintings and being surrounded by them transport your back to the days working in the gallery, your routine of making a round before the opening hours with a coffee in your hands and spending time looking at your favorite pieces of art.

You can only dream of going back to those days.

You're so deep in your thought that you didn't notice a man standing next to you.

"It seems like you were deep in it," he says.

You politely smile and glance his way, "Yeah, I was."

He's beautiful, shiny dark hair with a faint mole under his left eye. He's dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans with a flannel shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, he looks a bit older but he wears what a typical art student wore to school.

"What do you think?" He asks.

It's the first time you talk to someone else apart from Jeongin and Joon or anyone working in the mansion. You find it hard to calibrate yourself to society again.

"Mmh?"

"The painting?"

You look back at the painting and try to verbalize your thoughts into words, "I've seen every painting in this exhibition and he used a lot of color blue, but the kind of blue that is so... gloom and cold," you comment.

"Then in each painting, there is an element of red in there, deep red, crimson..." you clasp your hands together in front of you.

"I don't know it's just... that the blue look like the color of a dead body and the red is blood oozing out of a wound," you finish with a small smile.

He nods but not saying anything. Then he lets out a laugh, a laugh that tells so much but nothing at the same time.

You quickly add something to back your previous remark, "It's just so different from the previous collections, they're tender and vivid and lively like forever blossoming flowers."

He turns to you again and praises, "You have good eyes!" praises.

You awkwardly laugh, "I'm a curator."

Then you remember you stopped working one month ago, "I was," you correct.

He looks at you and you feel like you're shrinking in size the longer his gaze lingers on you.

"Do you have a favorite?"

"From his works?"

"Yeah."

"The Flower Field," you answer without a beat.

He nods again and looks straight ahead, "nice."

"I have it hung on my bedroom wall," you brag with a smile and you realize how cheap that is but who else is going to hear you brag about owning his painting? Also, this man knows how to appreciate art and you will never meet him again anyway.

But the answer seems to surprise him that he walks away. Or maybe you shouldn't brag about the painting in the first place.

Joon comes up to you while talking on the phone, "are you done?"

"Yeah, I'm done looking around."

At this point, you stop asking Joon where he'll be taking you next. After a late lunch, he takes you to a boutique and you guess that you'll be dressed for something tonight.

All these times you have someone picked a dress for you and you had no choice but to put it on. Today, you have the perk of choosing the dress and taking the time it needed to try to find the perfect one.

It baffles you how much effort you put into this, but you remind yourself that you're not dressing up for a man, you're dressing up for the enemy.

"I have one more favor!"

"Since when did you ask?" You say with a subtle eye-roll, fiddling with the strap of your purse because you have no idea why you are so nervous.

He scoffs but lets this one slide, "look, it's important that you make the entrance at the right time."

Seeing that Joon's face turns serious, you intently listen to him.

"Now, here's what you have to do," he leans in close and whispers instructions into your ear.

Jeongin has lost a few million dollars already.

Poker is never his favorite game to play, but reading their faces is what he's good at.

Except for Mr. Yamada, he's a little tricky. He maintains unwavering eyes and shows the slightest bit of gestures, he hides his cards well. He's an experienced player and has been in the game longer than Jeongin's reigns in the Northside.

That's why he raked over almost a hundred million already.

Jeongin needs a little distraction to penetrate his enemy's mind and try to beat his game.

"Mr. Yang, your bet?" The dealer asks, derailing his train of thought.

"How much?" Jeongin calmly asks.

"1 million, sir!"

Jeongin looks at his cards once again and calculates his odds, he's not going to win with them.

Then the doors to the private casino lounge open and the sounds break the thick, intense silence in the room, all heads turn to see who it is.

Magenta, a color that never comes to his attention until he sees it on you, on a dress that reveals just enough to make everyone coo in awe.

And you make eye contact with him, don't stray for a second until you arrived next to his seat.

Then you lean down and gently, kiss him on the cheek.

It's a part of his plan, a distraction that he needed but he didn't know that he'd be just as distracted.

"I'm sorry for coming late," you softly speak then places a hand on his shoulder.

You look at everyone around the table and then back at him, "Good luck, darling!" You sweetly say.

Jeongin takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles before letting you go.

"Sir?" The dealer asks him again.

"Sorry, yeah, one million, isn't it?" Jeongin intentionally stammering his words.

He throws the chip to the middle of the table and when it's time to reveal the cards, he loses another game.

But this will be the last because now he knows how to outsmart Mr. Yamada's slick poker face.

Sometimes, in gambling, you don't need to play smart or dependent on your luck or pull an intricate trick, sometimes you just have to follow your guts.

That's what Mr. Yamada doesn't have.

He's old, he runs out of a sense of recklessness and that impulsiveness, so he plays safe.

Good thing Jeongin doesn't want to play safe, he pushes all of his chips to the center of the table.

"All in!" He coyly says that those chips don't worth more than ten million dollars.

After a moment, he finally comes to a decision.

"All in!" He calls Jeongin's bluff.

There's a total of roughly fifty million on the table and all the eyes are on him, waiting in anticipation.

"It's time to show your cards, Mr. Yamada!" The dealer points at him to open his cards first.

He slides the cards on the table and flips them open at once, he lets out a snarl for getting a straight.

Everyone gasped in surprise, probably pitying Jeongin who may lose all of his money.

Jeongin's face drops a little but it's time to show his cards, he slides them to the dealer which he takes then turns them over.

"Straight flush!" The dealer announces.

That's when Jeongin finally let out his triumphant smile, victory is sweet but seeing his opponent's losing face is even sweeter.

"Mr. Yang wins!" And the dealer rakes every chip from the table to Jeongin's side.

Jeongin flicks one chip worth a thousand for the dealer as a tip and gets up to grab a drink for himself. Or that was his plan until he sees you standing with Joon from across the room.

His secret weapon, a distraction that got him distracted as well and almost derailed him from his plan.

"Good game!" Joon beams at him with an exciting laugh but he soon understands that he's only getting in the way when he notices that Jeongin's eyes are on you, "I'll get you a drink!" He says, then leaves him with you.

You sip your champagne and smile, "Congratulations!"

"I should thank you for that good luck kiss," he calmly says and grabs a glass of champagne from a server, he gulps it down in one go.

"I'm glad that worked," you say and finish your glass.

Tonight, he meets the feisty you that he rarely meets.

He puts his hand against the table to block you from leaving, "I wonder what kind of luck I would get if I got more than just a kiss on the cheek," he says

You crack a laugh, "it's ironic because you need the luck to get more than that," you say, boldly looking back into his eyes.

But Jeongin's eyes are focusing on those lips, lips that he kissed and vividly remembers how it tastes.

He takes a step forward but maintains a little space in between, "I—"

Someone comes from behind him and taps him on the shoulder. It's Mr. Yamada and he comes to congratulate him.

"Brilliant game, Mr. Yang!"

Jeongin lets you go and takes Mr. Yamada's kind offer for a handshake, "you almost had me there!"

The old man chuckles then shift his to you, "and this lady had me!"

You let out a polite smile, "oh? Me?"

"I don't have to tell you how beautiful you are! Everyone here is captivated by you!" He compliments with a charming smile for a man with salt and pepper hair.

"Oh, thank you!" You respond with another courteous smile.

He offers his hand at you, "would you have a dance with me?"

"Certainly!" Your answer and for a second forget that Jeongin is there with you.

Mr. Yamada sees the glance you throw at him, "Mr. Yang, you don't mind me borrowing your fine lady for a dance, right?"

Jeongin fixes his bowtie and smiles, "Not at all!"

He shouldn't be worried about you having a dance with an old man, he's not that petty. He earned millions of dollars tonight, he should be happy with it.

But seeing you having a great time and waltzing around the place, he agrees that Mr. Yamada is a pleasant man to be with.

He can be one too if he wanted.

"Your drink!" Joon comes with his third glass of drink and he's getting just as agitated with Jeongin throwing icy glares at Mr. Yamada.

"Poor old man just wants a dance," Joon comforts him.

Jeongin scoffs but not answering.

"Go get your turn then if you're so annoyed," Joon says and pushes him toward the dancing floor that Jeongin almost sloshes his drink onto his tuxedo.

Lucky that he knows Joon since they were little or else, he would have his men teach him a lesson. He throws a dagger through his gaze at Joon but he can only laugh at him in return.

And the sound of your laugh is getting louder now, he hates that he isn't the one that can make you laugh that loud.

He stomps his way to Mr. Yamada and taps his shoulder, "I think it's my turn now," he says straightforwardly.

Mr. Yamada laughs at him then at you, "someone is impatient!"

You notice how his jaws clenched and hurriedly let go of Mr. Yamada's holds on you, "I had a great time, thank you!"

"Likewise!" He says to you and kisses your hand before parting.

Yet Jeongin just stands there and looks at you.

"Aren't we going to dance?" You ask.

Jeongin immediately takes your hand and starts dancing with you by placing the other hand on your waist. Takes him a moment to adjust his body for a dance or he is just nervous but doesn't want to show it.

"Does winning millions of dollars not enough for you?" You say with your cheek barely touching his.

"Why should I win you? You're already mine!" He simply states a fact.

"Men and their obsession with possessions!" You say with cute but condescending low chuckles.

Your warm breath brushes his cheek and reminds him of the kiss you placed earlier, as light as a feather yet so addictive.

"Did you forget that your only way out is to legally become mine?"

The smug on your face fades a little, "Thanks, I really do need the reminder!"

Jeongin doesn't mean to turn the mood sour, something in you that makes him get easily provoked. While all he wants is to tell you how breathtakingly beautiful you are and how much he wants to touch you.

But in order to do that, he has to earn your permission first.

"You're—"

"It's getting boring," you abruptly stop dancing and let go of him altogether, "I want to go home!"

Jeongin yet again rubs you the wrong way.

He hasn't yet to find any ways to handle you with care when you're like this. You walk so fast in front of him, and can't wait to get in the car and go home.

"You did it again!" Joon grumbles at him while also walking fast to catch up with his pace.

Jeongin can't defend himself, because he did blow his chance.

"Slow down! The cars are not here yet!" Joon shouts at you, giving up chasing after you, and goes to the valet service.

He knows he shouldn't go near you, it will only piss you off more but seeing you rubbing your hands up and down your arms, he comes to offer his suit jacket.

Something stops him on his track.

An inkling, a gut feeling.

Maybe it's an instinct or maybe he's been in the same situation one too many times.

He can feel that something is not right, he is almost certain that something bad is going to happen soon. He looks around the place and scans through a group of people crowding the entrance of the casino.

There, he sees it, a man pulling out a gun from the inside of his jacket.

Without thinking, he dashes toward you and throws himself at you, shielding you from whatever comes your way.

Then...

BANG!

There are screams and shouts, people scramble to safety.

But all he sees is you, the terror in your eyes with your hands clutching onto the front of his shirt.

He wraps his body around you and says, "I'm right here, you're—"

But before he can finish his words of comfort, there comes another one.

BANG!

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Long Way From Home 4/?

Notes: I have finished writing this. Kinda. So it's going to be a series most likely. I need to see MW3 in November to make it as correct and canon as possible. So it's kind of a cliffhanger but it should continue once I play MW3. Time runs a little slower in this universe but should still be relatively canon. I still don't know how many parts are left but I have 50 pages of this. Expect more parts until I post all 50 pages :)

Also, if you wanna cry, go listen to Paralyzed by NF. :'( It helped me write the end(?) of the first part of these series.

Also, this quote applies to OC/Val/Reader and will be THE quote to summarize this fic: "There's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to be. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix."-Hanny Quinn

Ya'll know the drill. I assume this isn't ya'll's first rodeo when it comes to reading this but alas, because it's a dark fic, I will post triggers again. MDNI, 18+ TRIGGERS: Implied/attempted suicide, self-harm, torture, brainwashing, physical abuse, mind fuckery, Stockholm syndrome-related mental gymnastics, trauma bonding, mentions of foster care, threatened/implied/referenced rape, EXTREMELY dubious consent. If I miss, any let me know, please! DARK FIC

“I need you to do something for me,” Graves had you sitting in a large conference room. You wringed your hands in your lap nervously. The room was cold and so sterile. It was just you and Graves and you felt so small.

You’d thrown on a hooded sweatshirt because it seemed like you were always cold here. You’d apparently slept for 14 hours straight but you still felt tired. Considering they’d kept you awake for days on end at times, that wasn’t surprising.

“What’s that say?” he slid a manila folder your way.

You hesitated in opening it because what if it was code from 141? You couldn’t betray them. But at the same time you felt abandoned, forgotten. Whatever happened to never leaving a soldier behind?

But open it you did. They were newspaper clippings. All about El Sin Nombre. And about the gunshots that had been heard the night you were taken. And about Hassan. They were in Spanish.

“The newspapers?”

Graves nodded.

“Do you have something I can write with and on?”

You spent hours translating all the clippings into English, writing them into a small notebook. Hours turned into days and you translated newspapers, articles, military documents. They let you sleep at regular intervals. You had water, you had food. Hell you’d fallen asleep with you head on that cold conference table a few times now and they hadn’t bothered you.

Graves would come in periodically to get what was already translated and take it somewhere, you had no idea where.

One time he came in and sat right beside you. You instantly got nervous…and scared. You glanced up at him, dark gaze meeting his electric blue one.

“What?” you whispered.

“It’s not so bad, is it?”

You shook your head, not understanding what he was getting at.

“What do…what do you mean?” your voice trembled and you hated it.

“Workin’ for me,” he stated simply.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Can’t promise I’ll answer but shoot,”

“Did I break?” you asked, wanting to know if you’d given in amongst all that pain and torture and given him something useful.

“I can’t answer that,”

What you guessed were your days were spent translating. Your nights were spent on your knees, on your back, or with Graves’s face in between your legs, his stubble rubbing roughly amongst the inside of your thighs, drawing out unholy noises from you all while holding your hips down so you couldn’t escape him.

You push the thought that he’s borderline raping you away from your mind because your mind and your sanity just can’t fucking handle that. Yes you’d admitted to yourself that this wasn’t entirely consensual. He was your captor and you were his hostage for fuck’s sake. You had no idea what would happen if you refused him but you were scared to. Still, you convinced yourself this wasn’t rape. Your mind would finish breaking down if you did. You’d been through enough.

One day he randomly told you that you didn’t remember certain things because they’d been drugging you. But he assured you they weren’t doing that anymore, now that you were just so cooperative. Your homing beacon had been left behind in Las Almas. 141 had probably come across it and only that when they thought your homing beacon would lead to you. They’d probably found your radio ripped to pieces somewhere, too.

Graves assured you there was no way 141 was going to find you. You didn’t know how to feel about that. You’d been feeling abandoned. You’d been wondering why they hadn’t come for you. Surely 141 would have found you if they tried hard enough, right?

At the same time Graves told you that you probably didn’t want them to find you. “You’ve been working with me for almost a week now. They don’t want you back.”

You told yourself he was playing mind games, that he was slowly peeling away your identity so he could rebuild a new one. 141 would understand, right? They’d understand when you came back to them with broken ribs in several stages of healing, bruises that were blue and purple and yellow, a nose that had been broken multiple times, and possibly a hairline skull fracture all inflicted over you captivity. Right? They’d understand that you only did what you had to when they saw the numerous scars all over your body, right? One of them from a suicide attempt.

“You would’ve died on the streets of Las Almas without us,” Graves mentioned one night. “No telling what would’ve happened to you,” he continued. “I know how you grew up.” Those cold blue eyes focused on you in the low lighting of his bedroom. “Foster care. In and out of homes, being bounced around.”

You didn’t know you were crying until you felt tears falling down your sweaty face.

“You don’t have to keep that shit up anymore,” he said, brushing the tears from your face. “They’re not gonna take you back. They see you as a traitor. Stay here. We’ll take care of you.” He paused before adding, “We’d tear the world up lookin’ for ya if you went missing. Can’t same the same for 141.”

So you stayed. And not once did you think about leaving. Besides, even you attempted escape, Graves would find you and rip you apart all over again. It wasn’t worth it.

141 didn’t want you back, right? Your worst fear was being bounced around, being homeless, not wanted.

You got a watch one random day. A Samsung. Of course the location features had been disabled. But you knew the date.

Shadow Company had been protecting you for one month now.

You were learning the black site, at least the layout. There were still areas you weren’t allowed to go. You tensed when you passed a Shadow. They looked at you different now, though.

You heard Graves’s voice coming from a conference room.

“She’s ours now. So you protect her and you look out for her. Think of her as your little sister.”

You woke up to Graves shaking you.

“Get dressed. We gotta move.”

“What’s going on?” you asked sleepily.

“We’re under attack,”

You were in oversized fatigues, rolling up the sleeves and pant legs at least half a dozen times over so they would somewhat fit you. You felt like you were overheating as Graves tightened a thin Kevlar vest under your black uniform shirt before strapping it on. Tight. He pulled the zipper up on the shirt and then placed something at your feet. It was a heavier vest, similar to the one you’d had with 141.

But it was a Shadow Company vest. Your mind tried to reason that they weren’t giving back your old vest because it associated you with 141. They wanted to erase that identity and build a new one, remember? All the vests you’d seen on the other men as well as Graves had the Shadow Company emblem. The name tag?

P-80. It stood for Phantom-80. The name looked new and an increasingly fading part of your mind whispered that they’d given you the name Phantom because it mocked 141’s Ghost. You ignored it. What were the chances of that?

“Why do I need two?” you asked as Graves fastened the Velcro on the larger vest.

“Trust me,” was all he said.

He gave you a sidearm.

Shadows were engaged in gunfire. It was night. It was cold. Wasn’t it autumn? You’d forgotten how loud gunfire was. You were used to only hearing your own screams and other sounds that weren’t gunfire.

You had gotten so used to being indoors, to being in relative silence for the last month and a half now. So the gunfire was deafening, disorienting. Graves demanded you stay low and stay close to the Shadow he paired you with. Graves then disappeared.

Time seemed to drag on. You stayed low while you were both fired at and the Shadow returned fire.

Then the world went black for a few second and you found yourself in dirt. The breath had been knocked out of you and you felt a familiar sensation…you been shot but your vests had stopped it. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. You gasped for breath.

The Shadow with you dragged you somewhere by grabbing your vest. He pulled you out of harm’s way. Then more bangs, closer this time, and you were dropped to the dirt. The Shadow dragging you to safety had been shot. You crawled over to him, the momentary stop in the gunfire allowing you to do so. The bullet had slipped in just under the rim of his helmet and entered his brain on the left side of his face, just above his left eyebrow.

“Oh, my God!” you shrieked. You shook him but he just stared at the sky with lifeless grey eyes. “Hey—” you shook him but it was no use. He was dead, and he probably never even knew what killed him. So you slipped his rifle off of him and ran for cover.

You found yourself in another dilapidated building as you tried to catch your breath. You began hearing familiar voices. 141?

No, no, no, no, no…you’d been separated from them for so long that you would honestly feel like an enemy combatant in their hands. So you hid. You ran to the second floor of the building, stepping over gaps in the floor. You curled into a corner, rifle pointed at the doorway. You then cursed yourself because fuck going up to the second floor effectively trapped you. But maybe the soldiers below were too engaged in killing each other to even bother going up to a second floor if no one was firing from it.

You covered your ears when the gunfire got louder. It was getting closer and you had no fucking idea who was shooting. You really were a broken soul because you never used to cover your ears at the sound of gunfire. Things then became eerily quiet. Gun smoke hung heavily in the air, almost blocking out the thunderstorm clouds gathering.

You jumped when you heard thunder and you had to convince yourself if was thunder and not gunfire.

You stayed there for minutes, hours, who knows how long as sporadic gunfire filled your ears. You jumped with each shot, covering your ears. You were a shell of your former self. That much you knew.

Now that you were still your ribs ached. At least the vests had stopped the bullet.

Rain started and while you normally loved stormy nights, you cursed it now because it made it hard for you to see your environment and hear what was going on around you. Staying on alert so long without anyone to help you keep watch was exhausting.

You heard a creak. You opened your eyes, instantly awake. The gunfire had stopped. Where the hell were you and where was Shadow Company? Was Graves okay?

Downstairs you heard two gunshots and what sounded like a heavy body hitting the floor.

You raised the rifle, almost certain you were hearing footsteps. Someone was coming up those stairs. And whoever it was sounded large and heavy.

“Graves?” you called out.

No answer.

“Graves please tell me that’s you,” you added.

Whoever was there was now on the second floor. You were sure if you heard more footsteps coming up those stairs as you were focused on trying to pinpoint how close whoever was on the second floor was in reference to you.

You were sure that the person on the second floor would be at your doorway soon. You held your breath.

The footsteps stopped but no one appeared in the doorway.

You wondered if you were losing it. What if you were half asleep and dreaming?

“Graves, c’mon, man,” you whispered.

One more soft noise and the doorway was almost entirely blocked by a dark, tall figure.

Not Graves.

Not a Shadow.

König.

You didn’t know what to think. But you didn’t lower the rifle either. What was he doing here? Was 141 here?

“Don’t come any closer,” you warned.

“Val,” König’s voice seemed confused. “It’s me. It’s us.”

You kept the rifle raised but fuck because you couldn’t shoot.

“Please don’t come closer,” you begged.

“He can’t hurt you anymore, ja?”

So you faked it. You pulled the rifle’s strap over your head and set it down next to you.

“Okay,” König replied calmly. He got closer. He had long since dropped his rifle, leaving it to hang off his shoulder.

As soon as he got within arm’s length you ran past him. He definitely wasn’t expecting it but he still tried to grab you. You being small, you found it easy to escape his grasp, especially because he had not been expecting you to run. You knelt below his reach and ran.

You sprinted down the stairs, praying to God you’d run into Graves.

You were halfway down the stairs when you ran into Soap. König must have said something over the radio because Soap was ready for you.

Soap grabbed you, led you down the remaining stairs and easily put you on the ground on the first floor face down. Soap then got on top of you, straddling you from behind in an attempt to gain control and calm you.

You heard him say something but it didn’t register.

Mindlessly, you reached for your sidearm, getting desperate. Graves had told you they’d kill you if they found you and while you weren’t willing or able to shoot before now the idea was starting to look like it might be your only option to save your life.

“No, Val,” Soap said calmly. He pried the gun from your hand effortlessly and tossed it aside.

You reached for a knife on your vest.

And the same thing happened. He disarmed you without really putting any effort into it.

Boots stepped into your line of vision and you looked up. Ghost. He handed Soap something.

“Don’t kill me,” you begged.

“Never,” Soap replied. “But you’re unpredictable right now, lass, okay?” Zipties enclosed your wrists and pulled tight.

You snapped back to reality, gasping awake. You were on a bed. You’d fallen asleep apparently. So you had been dreaming.

“What’d you dream about?”

You recognized that voice. Graves.

“That they took me,” you replied. You sat up. You were at another black site. “How did we get out?”

Graves moved to sit next to you. He still had that battlefield smell of gunpowder and sweat. “You don’t remember getting out?”

You shook your head. You were sure you were losing your mind.

“Bad dream, then?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “A nightmare. I was scared they’d kill me.”

“They will if they catch you,”

You ran your hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. Your bangs still fell over your eyes and forehead.

“141 shot you,” Graves added.

“Were they aiming at me?”

“Who’s to say they weren’t?”

“Where am I?” you asked. Graves was sitting next to you, still geared up.

Graves scoffed. “Safe.”

“You okay?” You ask him. “I was scared you’d get hurt.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” Graves then added, “It pissed me off they hurt you.”

“What’s next?” you asked.

“Staying in the shadows,” he responded simply.

You didn’t know why that made you tear up but it did. You sniffled. Wait…did it mean you were going to spend the rest of your life running with Shadows and looking over your shoulder?

“C’mere,” he muttered.

So you sat up and he pulled you into his arms. And you let him. He pulled the Velcro off your heavier vest and lowered to the floor and off the bed where you both sat. While you could barely hear his heartbeat through that big vest of his, you heard enough. His scent, his heartbeat, his body heat lulled you into a dozing state. You felt him place a hand on the back of our neck, brushing your hair softly. He placed his chin on top of your head.

And that was one of the first times that his presence settled you and calmed you.

You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall back asleep but you were scared of having another bad dream. You needed to feel sure this was your reality, that you were really there.

So you shook off Graves’s hands and grasped his vest. You crawled into his lap, straddling him before kissing him.

By kissing him you could almost feel the tension he was under. It was almost like you were starting to be able to read him just by looking at him. He needed stress relief and you needed to feel him to remind yourself that you were still there. With Graves. You had no idea what 141 would do to you if they caught you but you didn’t want to find out. You felt him moan underneath you when you ground yourself against him.

Apparently that was all the invitation he needed. He easily picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. He climbed over you and straddled you, his gloved hands pulling down the zipper on your oversized shirt before tossing it aside.

The sound of Velcro ripping only made you hotter. What was it about vest Velcro ripping that turned you on? He easily pulled the lighter vest off of you and placed it next to the bed. Your shirt underneath the vest was pulled from you followed by your bra.

“I’m busy, darlin’,” you heard Graves growl. He leaned down to kiss you before then unbuckling your belt. So you kicked off your boots, hearing them fall to the floor heavily. You heard your uniform pants hit the floor, the sidearm attached to them causing a metallic clank.

“I don’t care,” you whined.

You were completely naked beneath him yet he was still fully geared. You found that hot.

He flipped you around, roughly putting you on your chest and stomach. You heard him unbuckling his belt and you pushed back against him. “So needy,” he gasped.

“Show me who I belong to,” the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. Who the fuck were you turning into?

Graves then placed a rough, gloved hand at the back of your neck, pushing you into the mattress and used the other to wrap a hand around your waist, pulling you into an arched position. It was like he could read you as well. You wanted it rough and he knew.

“Don’t move,” he demanded.

So you didn’t. Your breath came out in short huffs, blowing your hair from your face before having it fall across your eyes again.

Graves placed two bruising hands on either side of your hips.

He didn’t go slow, didn’t give you time to adjust to him like he had all the previous times before. He pushed inside of you so roughly that he bottomed out inside of you and hit your cervix.

A scream was ripped from your lips. It was pain and pleasure and pressure and just feeling owned, feeling wanted. It reminded you that you hadn’t been taken away from him, that you were still there, with Graves.

“Quiet,” he snapped.

Graves grasped your hair, pushing you further into the bed in an attempt to muffle your sounds.

A ragged moan left your mouth when you felt him move inside you.

“Fuuuuck, Graves,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Slut, you’re getting off on this,” he stated between gasps.

You wanted to snap back, “So are you,” and you started but his relentless thrusts cut you off. He’d never been this rough with you ever but fuck you liked it.

You were cockdrunk and lost in the pain and pleasure.

Graves removed one of his hands from your hips and reached between your legs, roughly rubbing your clit all while carrying out deep, penetrating thrusts and hitting that spot deep inside you. The combination of the sensations, of feeling a slight hint of his nails between your legs finally pushed you over the edge. You surrendered yourself, your soul, your body, to him just as you’d done every time before. You screamed his name, although not audibly, more into the covers of the bed.

Graves followed shortly after, his thrusts faltering almost and becoming sloppy as he gave into his feral, untamed, animalistic desires.

He pulled out of you and let go of you. So you collapsed onto the bed, gasping as you tried to catch your breath. You heard him rebuckle his pants and he placed a shaky hand on your back, steadying himself before he moved and sat next to you on the bed.

You curled up next to him, feeling your combined fluids start to spill onto your inner thighs. “Where’d that come from?”

“It’s been a long time comin’, sweetheart,” he used his hand to brush hair from your sweaty face. “Hey,” he caught your attention before saying, “I need your dog tags.”

You frowned. But you didn’t care. You’d been conditioned to do what he said without questioning it. “Have ‘em,” you handed them over.

He took them and pocketed them. You were curious but knew better than to question him.

“I’m tired but I’m scared to sleep,” you admitted.

“Go to sleep,” he said. You felt him lie down next to you. With all that gear it couldn’t be comfortable. He wrapped an arm around you.

“Hey, what’s up with Phantom-80?” you mumbled.

“Your callsign,” Graves responded. “You’re ours now. You’re mine now.”

And weirdly enough that was all it took to lull you into sleep.

That night you had your worst dream yet.

141 had found you. But they were…different. They wanted to know where Graves was. You knew but you weren’t willing to give them that information.

But even when they were making you scream from the pain they were inflicting on you, something deep down was telling you this wasn’t them. But then again what if this was how they were going to treat you from now on?

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