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mandalhoerian · 7 days ago

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Repost because tumblr's tags were broken yesterday and it ate my post up 😞 Spoilers and translation notes for Rafayel's intertidal zone & analysis because it kinda floored me, I was just as a blank page as he was throughout this. I had to watch it like 5 times to understand what the story was saying and dig into chinese and japanese versions of this to piece together what was really happening. It may be my idiot brain not getting it and maybe it was like the easiest thing to understand for you but. Yeah. I may be just dumb LMFAO AND!!!! There's also a theory of mine into how Rafayel is actually able to read mc's mind/wishes through their lemurian bond, so stay tuned for that I guess

EDIT: correcting some transcriptions of chinese characters and the translations. sorry about that! google couldn't transcribe it correctly. for clarity's sake i will also include original screenshots. please tell me if anything is wrong!

EDIT 2: Check out part 2 to this as well for stuff I missed!

EDIT 3: An Abysswalker connection I found

EDIT 4: Debunking the myths of non-consent & Rafayel hurting MC in the spicy scene

So Rafayel’s whole deal in this memory, I believe, is dependency. Like, too much intensity, too much need, too much fear -- about scaring her off, about what he sees himself possibly becoming in the future, overall just being too reliant on mc and getting scared by it.

Let's begin with this massive fear of being a taker, not just in the “I’m stealing someone’s fries” way, but in this existential, soul-deep kind of way where he’s terrified of turning everything he loves into something he exploits out of demand for his art. And yeah, it’s sad when you first hear him say it, but it’s also really interesting when you look at how this all ties into his relationship with MC and his inspiration source drying up because of her.

Before Rafayel became an artist, he looked at the world in this super pure, wholesome way. Sceneries and nature were just there, things to admire and feel awe over without needing to do anything about it. Like, imagine standing at the edge of a desert, looking at a sea that’s drying up. Sure, it’s tragic, but it’s also kind of beautiful in a raw, heartbreaking way. That’s how Rafayel saw things, he could appreciate them without feeling like he had to do anything.

But then Rafayel started creating, and suddenly, sceneries weren’t just sceneries anymore. They became inspiration. He wasn’t just admiring beauty, he was extracting something from it, its meaning, its pain, its soul, to turn into art for other people. And that made him feel all kinds of icky, because now he wasn’t just looking at the drying sea. He was taking from it. Just as he's using his people's pain in his art as well, that's also a thing.

Now let’s talk about MC. Rafayel loves her like he used to love those sceneries,,, in this pure, untainted way. There's a parallel here. But here’s the kicker, he’s not the same guy who can just admire something and leave it untouched anymore.

And suddenly, this is no longer only about losing inspiration for him.

This happens after he and MC get together, and it’s like all the pain and anguish that used to fuel his creativity just.. ... dries up. He can’t find that spark anymore because now his life is surrounded by love instead of suffering. In fact, his inspiration starts coming from her and it's starting to clash with how he makes art. In the phone call, he seeks her out and says he needs her so bad and she only needs to talk to help him out. This is the first wink wink nod nod of the story.

So what does Rafayel do? He goes on this big, dramatic trip to "find inspiration" (or at least his muse), but it’s not just about his art. He’s not just looking for inspiration, he’s trying to figure out how to be less dependent on her and becoming increasingly more restless over this. The temparature and physical discomfort is making things worse, he's anxiously overthinking, and imagine trying to fight this and the longest art block as of late off when all you want to do is indulge in this special person and be comforted like a lap cat all day every day.

He understands that if he lets himself indulge without restraint, one day his love for mc will turn into pure need. He’ll become more and more greedy, and he doesn’t want that and is afraid of being abandoned because of that growing neediness and dependency.

This is in relation to his art, because as @/dat-silvers-girl put in the comments, he's struggling with "the genuine fear of not being able to enjoy anything in life because all you're thinking about how to use it (as an artist)" . what if he starts doing this to her? to their love and relationship? take from her, and become someone who only takes in every area of life -- like someone who only exploits things by extracting what he feels about them to use it for his art. he's afraid of that, he doesn't like that and possibly doesn't like himself who does it. so why should she? she would leave him for sure, in his head, that's a solid reason to.

The first time around he brings up his anxiety about MC leaving him out of the inner realization of his dependency, the possibility of just what he can become, and fear of abandonment. she effortlessly soothes his worries. It's heavily implied they did it afterwards and after hearing "her life has already been consumed by him" he tweaked out a little bit and his "obsession" seeped through.

After it fades to black, he says ほら……僕もとっくに……君に侵食されてしまっているんだ…… which means "See... I've already been completely consumed by you too" in Japanese instead of the life being made a chaotic mess localization. While I think MC's line was jokey and lighthearted, I don't think this man is joking at all. Rafayel didn't say his life was consumed by her as well, he said HE was consumed. Ouh.

This took the edge off from him for a while but they hadn't gotten to the root of the problem yet, so he was back to square one after the memorial hall, because remember, he's trying to find inspiration as an act of making this dependency of his better. Pain and suffering are all around him here, which his inspiration feeds off of. The dried up ocean he could hear weakening, the skeleton of the whale, the burden of his people and homeland more prominent than before. And what does MC do? Tear through the perspective of pain and introduce a hopeful alternative, "Isn't it a surprise to see an ocean in the middle of the desert?"

This is a place that gave Rafayel the height of helplessness and suffering when he visited by himself before despite momentarily being hopeful after the locals told him such a place existed. But now, she was there to comfort him through his loneliness and pain, hug him, and give him hope yet again. He brings up how he wanted to come here with the most important person to him when he was still hopeful about it before consumed by the pain of it all, and that wish has been granted. That moment has to be so powerful for Rafayel. Literally light at the end of the tunnel.

It had me reeling that he just sat in the car after all that, staring at her for god knows how long until she woke up. He was probably overthinking again, but my interpretation that it was heavily emotional for him (it could have meant so little for MC but the world for him, she doesn't even know) and he wanted to be in that moment with her, just feel and look without restraint. Indulge a little. (I can just imagine him going just a little bit more, I'll go after she wakes up.) And like. His eyes are shining in the darkness is the description here. Perhaps he was feeling so much here. So much love. So much happiness. And he's about to go in for a kiss (heavy breathing and everything) after that, but holds himself back and actively has to pry himself away. He's feeling the neediness again.

That’s why he makes an effort to actively wean himself off and says he'll be okay on his own. What he says to her after MC is like "spoiling him" being all "hey you're sick maybe don't go? or let's go together?" (which is NOT helping Rafayel at all) is even more meaningful in Japanese and I didn't know why they left out this context, but the rearranged line would be "Do you want me to become a sea creature beached on the sand after the sea recedes, unable to breathe on my own ever again?"

Yeah. YEAH. This is about dependency. (He's saying don't coddle me I'll literally become that wolf tearing his shirt meme 😭)

So of course his stubbornness and anxiety force him to do things without MC and distance himself, he can do it. He’s determined to prove to himself that he can endure it on his own.

I also feel like part of the reason he insisted on going to the salon alone is that he’s still worried mc might come to dislike the version of him who's someone he's so sure she will leave, who isn't perfect and he hides behind the persona he's put up just for her. If he truly becomes addicted to her and shows her everything/his true self, and she ends up leaving him, it would completely break him. He's trying to be like "im so normal about her haha" but he's so not normal about her at all. He's literally obsessed I feel like, and perhaps this is him fighting it knowing it's not healthy.

and OOOH about why he ends up coming back from the salon all hot and bothered.

I have strong context that she flicked the bean in there after he left her high and dry in the car ("hot water washes away the stickiness from my body and his stifled breaths still echo in my ears, enveloping me along with the steam in the bathroom. The warmth from his fingertips lingers in the places where he touched me..." is the english. however, in chinese, it goes "熱水洗去身上的黏膩，壓抑的喘息迴盪在我耳畔，和浴室裡氤氳的水氣一起包裹著我." stating "the suppressed breathing" -- which doesn't have any possessive adjectives when I translated it on google and later explicitly asked chatgpt if it had any his/my adjectives involved, just to be sure. it said no but i'd like it if a real chinese speaking person could give their input on this !!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME WITH CHATGPT

so um. if the context is in fact the case that he heard her masturbating to him, the intensity with which he attacked her would be normal, I think 😭

I have belief that MC unconsciously shatters his "training himself to be without her" determination through their bond. She just keeps thinking about him the entire time. about him reading her thoughts, though. we still don't know all about the lemurian bond they share. I’d say it grants him some sort of mind/heart reading ability or connects their minds together (when she was thinking about whether she should hug him, he answered “yes”).

At the salon, I imagine Rafayel was already thinking about her like crazy. Then he realized, or perhaps, "heard" she was still worrying about him and thinking of him (as much he thought about her) and decided to go back. Rafayel probably felt that suppressing himself was only making her more anxious and unsettled. She's thinking all about him, unconsciously calling to him to come to her, she didn't want to let him go at all, wanted to go with him, etc...

but even if it was his own decision and no mind reading was involved... uh. If you ask me. He did quite literally hear her after coming back. That's also something that might make him think she wants him as much as he wants her, which made his self-restraint utterly meaningless from the start.

Disregarding this theory of mine proven wrong until a Chinese speaker helps me out here, MC returned to Rafayel's room. A translation omission happened here from what I saw. There are no possessive adjectives in the Chinese text about the room she returns to, and the Japanese one states she returned to the guest room (doesn't specify which one. She was also able to enter Rafayel's room without needing to knock before.)

so uh. she went into rafayel's room y'all. the line "this is my room, you're the one who walked in here" MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE. (SO LIKE. NOT ONLY DID SHE GO INTO HIS ROOM, SHE FLICKED THE BEAN THERE AND HE POSSIBLY HEARD IT. SHE'S MORE OF A FREAK THAN HE IS, I UNDERSTAND WHY HE LET GO AFTER THAT LMFAO)

I don't put it past him to get worked up after he finds her in his room post-bath even without my theory lmfao (idk why they put her in a dress when she should be in a bathrobe or something 😭)

His conclusion at the end of this memory that "he finds inspiration in pain and the art of creation is a part of his life. mc made him realize love and art are so alike. even if they don't complete him but burn him instead he wants them (love and art) with every fiber of his being" and MC says she doesn't like that, rightfully so.

So like. There's SO MUCH to unpack in here.

When Rafayel says he finds inspiration in pain and that creation is a part of his life, he’s admitting something raw and essential about himself: pain isn’t just a byproduct of his art, it’s intrinsic to it. For Rafayel, pain and art are intertwined in a way that’s almost inseparable. It’s like his muse isn’t just beauty, but beauty that hurts.

But then he takes this further by connecting art to love. He’s realized that both art and love demand the same from him: vulnerability, passion, and sometimes suffering. They don’t necessarily complete him (he’s not romanticizing them as salvation), but they burn him, wear him down, consume him (coincidentally, this is something he said to MC in the JP dub of this memory, that she consumes him), but also give him life. And for Rafayel, that’s the crux, even if they burn him, he wants them with every fiber of his being.

This is such a Rafayel thing to say. It’s dramatic, it’s tortured, but it’s also deeply SUBTLE. He doesn't spell all of these out, mind you, I got a headache trying to understand him. Or I'm just slow, I don't know. It shows how much he values creation and connection, even if they come at a cost.

MC, on the other hand, challenges this perspective. When she says she doesn’t like that he views love and art as things that burn him, she’s pushing back against the idea that suffering is a necessary part of creation, or love. MC doesn’t want Rafayel to see their relationship as something that requires him to hurt. She’s telling him, “You don’t have to destroy yourself to love me.”

When MC says, “You’ll never have to burn for me,” she’s giving Rafayel an alternative to his destructive mindset. She’s saying that love doesn’t have to hurt, that their relationship can exist without him sacrificing himself on the altar of passion. It’s a refusal to let Rafayel romanticize pain as the price of love.

And I love that Rafayel goes, "Will you help me look for other parts in life outside of pain?" in response. This is NOT about art or inspiration anymore, and the way the dialogue is written is just AUGH. Again I had to rewatch this over and over again for the nuances and subtext.

I love MC's response, she knew exactly what to say. “I’ll always be the one who walks along the shore with you. Of course, diving into the sea bed is fine too. If it can snow in the desert, there will be a day when the ocean returns.”

MC’s response is layered with metaphors, but at its core, it’s about unwavering support and hope::

Walking along the shore: This represents safety and companionship. MC is saying she’ll be with Rafayel in the calm, in the moments where they’re just observing life without diving into its depths. She’ll be his steady presence, his grounding force.

Diving into the sea bed: This is an acknowledgment that life and love sometimes require going deeper and they may go through hardships, into the unknown, the murky, the challenging. MC isn’t afraid of this, she’s willing to go there with him too.

Snow in the desert and the ocean’s return: This is a symbol of hope and transformation beyond being a nod to The Sea of Golden Sand. Snow in the desert seems impossible, just like the idea of Rafayel finding inspiration outside of pain might feel impossible to him. But MC believes in the extraordinary, in change, and in the possibility that beauty and creation can exist outside of suffering.

Her words are a promise: she’s willing to stand by him, to face the unknown together, and to hold onto the belief that a new way of seeing the world is possible.

And Rafayel LOWKEY PROPOSES IN RETURN.

By saying “let’s watch the sea together,” he’s accepting MC’s offer of companionship and hope in the long run. He’s recognizing that life doesn’t have to be about diving into the depths alone, it can be about sharing the experience with someone else, even if it’s just standing on the shore and watching.

“Every sea”: This phrase is key. Rafayel isn’t just committing to one kind of life or one kind of inspiration, he’s opening himself up to all possibilities. Watching every sea means embracing all facets of life, whether they’re calm or turbulent, painful or beautiful. It’s a marriage proposal declaration that he’s ready to explore the world beyond pain, with MC by his side.

So. I love that his inspiration returns after his freak is accepted by MC because he literally feels the acceptance through the bond.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. This memory DRAINED me. They were just supposed to bang what the fuck happened. Why did I have to go treasure hunting to find what was going on in this card. anyway...

#love and deepspace #rafayel #lads #lads rafayel #rafayel lads #l&ds #l&ds rafayel #qi yu #rafayel qi #fandom: lads

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amomentsescape · 10 months ago

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hello! Are you ok?, I hope so ❤️ (by the way, your writing is wonderful)

I would like to make a request for Yandere Slashers with an S/O who is a mermaid, who usually kills people who dare to invade her lakes, and she kills these people by drowning.

(I'm sorry if there are any writing errors, English is not my first language, and I'm writing this using Google translate)

Slashers with Mermaid! Reader

Yandere! Slashers x Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

A/N: I'm doing good, thank you <3 I hope you enjoy! (Also, I decided I'm going to remove Lester from the Slasher requests. I'm still very much open to writing for him when specified, but I feel like he doesn't quite fit in with all the other Slashers).

Freddy Krueger

Meeting you was quite literally the best thing to ever happen in his undead life

He likes to team up with you, constantly coming up with different ways you both can contribute to someone's death

You pull them under, and they suddenly wake up in Freddy's world

Your dynamic is pretty ideal too

Whenever you sleep, you can visit him

And he has no issues with popping into your waters just to say hi

He does this quite often, in fact

He is very aware you can take care of yourself, but he still gets worried

You're his

He doesn't trust anyone being around you

Even if your only intention is to kill them immediately

He understands that where you are now is your home, but that won't stop him from doing whatever he can to have you live in his world

He can create the perfect environment for you

Miles and miles of nothing but water if your heart desires

Which hopefully it does

Since he isn't willing to wait much longer

Michael Myers

He never thought creatures like you actually existed

But the moment he saw your strength and darkness, he was immediately drawn in against his better judgment

He visits more often then you think

He's always around, watching

You can feel eyes on you almost 90% of the day, but you never really know where it's coming from

He enjoys watching you swim and just relax

But he especially loves seeing you drag poor souls into the tide with you

There's something so twisted and yet magical about watching you kill

But this fascination is also paired with extreme jealousy

He hates seeing you touch other people

And he almost envies the way they get to be so close to you, even if it means their demise

He hopes to find a way to take you home with him for good one of these times

You told him you loved him, so you'd be happy as long as you're by his side

Right?

Jason Voorhees

Out of all places to meet the love of your life, this one seemed especially unfortunate for Jason

But his feelings for you were strong enough to overrule his fear

He'll sit by the shore with you, hearing you talk and sing old tunes he's never heard before

He loves listening to your stories about the world underneath the current

But this always leaves him with such a deep feeling of sadness

He wants a life where you both can live together and share those memories

But he knows that's nearly impossible

He starts spending more time by the water side than the camp, finding that irresponsible teens like to be by the beach even more than the forest

You lure them in with your beauty and your words, and Jason finishes the job

He'll let you kill too if you really wish to, but he doesn't like the idea of those types of people being so close to you

He barely gets to touch you, so why should they get what he so desperately wants instead?

Thomas Hewitt

In this desert like area of Texas, Thomas has to travel quite far to see you

But the one time he accidentally stumbled upon you, he was smitten

And you surprisingly didn't turn him into another victim like all the others

He was kind to you

And now, he brings you food and stops by as often as he possibly can

You've made him little necklaces out of bones and shells

He wears every single one of them

Your bond only gets stronger each time he comes to see you

But Thomas can only take so much

Why can't you be closer?

He knows the family would love you

And he could make you so happy

His bathtub is big enough for you, he's sure of it

He knows that you won't want to leave your own home for his, but he loves you and knows what will be best for you

He's just got to be patient

Bubba Sawyer

His own family had to go on a search for him after he disappeared for a couple days

But he just couldn't help it

You make him so happy, and the more time he spent with you, the more difficult it became to leave your side

He's tried to jump in a few times to be with you, but you always persuade him out of it

He doesn't know how to swim, and you don't want him to end up like everyone else

That's when he decided that the best option would be to create your very own pond in his backyard!

That way, you could be with each other, and he would never have to say goodbye again

He hasn't told you this idea yet, but he's sure you'd be happy with it

This would also keep you from needing to kill anyone else

You're too beautiful to get your hands dirty

And it's unfair that they get to join you in the water when you won't let him do the same

He can make you super happy with his family, he's sure of it

Brahms Heelshire

He hates this dynamic between you two

He wants you at home with him so you can take care of him, and he can keep you away from everyone else

No one should get to touch you or look at you besides him

He's actually tried to drag you out of the water before, but the prospect of accidentally killing you was enough to make him stop

He never knew he could envy a body of water as much as he does

It gets to hold you, touch you, and be with you at all times

He wants that too, so desperately

Because of you, he's gone from house dweller to nature enthusiast in just a matter of days

Even when you think he's at home, he's stalking around, watching you

He insists it's to keep you safe

In fact, you haven't had to drown anyone in quite a while

And you can thank Brahms for that

The moment he sees a single soul in the area, he drags them off and disposes of them before you even have a chance to see them

He wouldn't dare let you touch another being that isn't him

Norman Bates

It honestly took him a really long time to believe that you were even real

He didn't think mermaids or sirens actually existed, so seeing you for the first time made him pinch himself to make sure this wasn't some weird dream

He also took a while to trust you since he didn't want to fall victim to your treacherous waters

But once he realized you were genuine, he dove straight in all at once

He visits you whenever he can for however long he can muster

Someone needs to run the motel, but God he wishes he could be with you 24/7

He's "jokingly" brought up the idea of you staying at the motel in a pool he could install for you

He just wants to keep an eye on you at all times

He constantly dreams of finding a way to make you human so you two can truly be together

Until you have two feet like him, it will never be enough

Billy Loomis

Doesn't tell a single soul about you

Not even Stu

And it's not because he's embarrassed or wants to see other people

He's honestly just scared that others will either think he's insane or try to capture you

Visits you every day and makes sure to pack his swim trunks so he can join you in the water

Constantly admires you and wants to run his hands along your scales

He just thinks you're all around incredible

But he has this hidden level of anger towards the situation

He wants to walk around town with you, show you off

He wants you to join him on his sprees so you can see just how powerful he can be

And he hates the idea of not having eyes on you at all times

He knows you kill anyone who isn't him, but he doesn't want you getting that close to anyone in general

He spends his nights studying ways to get you to live with him

He'll find a way to have you all to himself, even if it ends up being the death of him

Stu Macher

He actually first met you while you were seducing some poor soul to their death

And Stu was immediately enamored

He comes to see you whenever he can

He sometimes spends the weekend camping out along the shore just so he can spend more time with you

He thinks you're beautiful of course, but he can't help but fantasize what it would be like if you were human like him

You two come from very different worlds, but there's nothing that could keep you away from him

He likes to bring up the idea of mermaids and mythical creatures in casual conversations with people

How they react to it will determine whether they make his hit list

He likes to bring you jewelry and pretty objects from his victims, showing you items that you've never seen before

He talks about how one of these days, he's going to have a house built on the shore so he can be with you

And if you argue against it, he will shut down

The pent up frustration of not getting to sleep next to you every night makes his killings more brutal and his fantasies all the more darker

Vincent Sinclair

Every time he comes to see you, he brings a new portrait or wax figure of you that he made

You flood his dreams and his mind 24/7

He honestly thinks he's under some sort of spell

He doesn't mind that you aren't human like him

He's always felt very different from everyone else, so it's nice for him to have someone he relates to

But his jealousy constantly gets the better of him

Anytime you tell him of some poor soul you drowned, he can't help but feel his blood boil

Even if it ends in their death, he hates the idea of you flirting or seducing these people

The only one who should be receiving that attention is him

Barely sleeps at night

He has snuck to the shore countless time without your knowledge, just watching you and making sure your stories line up with what he observes

Is overall obsessed even more than you know

Bo Sinclair

If anyone saw you together, it would be enough to make them blush

The way you two can constantly flirt back and forth without any hesitation is otherworldly

You could have sworn he must have been a creature like you in a past life

He's so touchy when he's with you, not afraid to get his clothes wet in an effort to just be closer to you

He truly makes you feel accepted as you are and with where you live

But little do you know of his darker nature

He stalks the shore and kills off anyone that trespasses before you even have a chance to get to them

He doesn't need you looking at anyone but him

And he's already been renovating an old abandoned pool in Ambrose for you

You're going to finally be living with him like he's always wanted

You don't know this yet, but he's sure you'll be happy with the idea

It will be a great surprise

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heaven4lostgirls · 2 months ago

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Can I request a Regulus x Reader where they both get into a fight and he starts saying something in French which, normally ends the fight but, she's extremely pissed and instead of the argument ending she retorts back and continues on in another language(preferably Russian), while crying (bc she gets worked up easily) and he doesn't think anything of it bc she does this quite often, and at the end of pouring her heart out in another language she storms off. Regulus is shocked but, doesn't think much of it till he can't find her for several days which turns out, she's avoiding him bc she's genuinely upset. He gets a hold of her in the library a week later and talks things out with her calmly and she does end up breaking down again but in his arms this time.

I don't have a specific thing that the argument if over but maybe something along the lines of him lying/being secretive to her or maybe him not being completely open and kinda cold which is making her feel bad and slightly unloved.

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

summary: request above!

warnings: mentions of blood purity, sirius running away and regulus being traumatized, also all translations were done using google translate (sorry)

word count: 2.1K

a/n: loved this ask, hope it measures up to what you wanted!

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“Why won’t you just talk to me!” you plead as you rush after Regulus. Something had been off the past couple of days, he was pulling away from you and you had no idea why.

You knew what Regulus was like when he self-isolated, and this was exactly that. He was closed off, cold and frankly not the boy you knew.

He seemed to start walking faster at the sound of your voice as his hands clenched around his textbooks.

“Regulus!” you pleaded as your grasped onto his robes to pull him to stop outside of the Slytherin common room.

“Don’t touch me!” he spun around and hissed at you. You gasped in shock at the cold glare on his face as you pulled your hand back shakily.

“Sorry” you murmured as you looked at your feet, “I needed to get you attention” you added.

You could see a flicker of pain pass through his eyes before his emotionless mask was put back in place.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” He simply stated and you just blinked at him.

“…Okay.” You acquiesced before looking at him straight, “Why?”

He fixed you with an unbothered upturn of his chin, “Why? Why what?”

You took a deep breath before answering, he really was staring to piss you off.

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” you ask through gritted teeth.

“I’m busy” he replied impatiently, and you couldn’t believe it.

Busy? Since when? He hadn’t spoken to you in over 3 days and his only reply was that he was ‘busy’. Bullshit.

“Bullshit.” You scoff and watch as shock graces his features.

“Too busy to let your own sodding girlfriend know you’re alright?” you ask as you jab a finger into his chest.

He only maintains his unbothered façade as he watches you uninterestedly.

“Fucking say something then!” you yell.

All he can do is roll his eyes.

“You’re being emotional Y/N. it’s unbecoming of a pureblood lady, did your mother teach you anything?” he scoffs snidely, and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes.

“You’re being mean Regulus.” You say with a quiver in your voice and watch as his face falls a bit at the tears in your eyes.

“Mon amour-” Regulus starts as he lifts his hand to cup your face, but you can only shake your head as you push him away as you wipe your own eyes.

Regulus’ heart aches at the sight of your tears and you refusing his affection, so he reverts to his roots, something he knows you have a weak spot for.

“Désolé mon amour, pouvons-nous en finir avec ça s'il te plaît ? Je n'avais pas l'intention de te faire pleurer.” Regulus says softly and waits for your tears to dry and for you to lift your head with that shy smile he loves so much. [I’m sorry my love, can we be done with this please? I didn’t mean to make you cry]

Only, you don’t. You seem to freeze at the sound of his French and your gaze grows cold and despondent.

You drop your hands from your cheeks as you straighten and look at him. The anger in your eyes has him double checking, he’s so used to his French being able to get through to you.

You always enjoyed the fact that the both of you were bilingual, a commonality between each other that was cherished.

But you had grown tired of Regulus using it against you to sweet talk you into forgiving him for every misgiving.

“Иди на хуй” you hiss and watch as shock spreads over his features. [fuck you.]

“Ты не можешь просто так сидеть там и сладко разговаривать со мной по-французски после каждой ссоры. Особенно после того, как я провела последние три дня, думая, что ты всё еще меня любишь. Ты не имеешь права мне в лицо говорить, что я чистокровная. Кстати, спойлер: ты тоже! Не думай, что я твоя песочница, которая будет молчать и терпеть твои истерики только по��ому, что ты Блэк.” You speak sharply and unwavering as he looks at you dumbfoundedly. [You don't get to sit there and sweet talk me in French after every argument. Not after I've spent the last three days wondering if you still love me. you don't get to throw it in my face that I'm a pureblood. which, spoiler alert! so are you! Don't mistake me for one your lapdogs that will sit back and take your temper tantrums just because you're a Black.]

He tries to reach for you but all you can do is push him away as you walk through the door of the Slytherin common room and into your dorm where you lay in your bed and sob.

The following days are monotonous at best, you get up, go to your classes, avoid Regulus at any given chance and go back to your dorm.

People have clearly picked up that something had happened between the two of you. Besides the fact that Regulus had tried looking for you anytime he was outside of his dorm, asking everyone you knew if they knew where you were, Barty and Evan had stopped by your dorm to ask why they had stopped seeing you around.

You had politely told them a shortened version of what had gone on and waved them out of the dorm before they could utter another word, only catching a glimpse of their sympathetic expressions.

Regulus had thus figured out that you were ignoring him, purposefully. Barty and Evan had given him shit as soon as they had walked into the dorms that same evening after having talked with you.

They watched in live time as Regulus’ already deathly pale face drained even more. Sure, he thought the fight was bad, but he had never not been given the chance to apologise and make it right with you.

The fight hadn’t really been weighing on his mind until now. Most couples fought, and this fight was just another one your lovers’ spats right? He’d apologise and you’d forgive him, like you always did…right?

That also proved wrong as Regulus couldn’t seem to find you anywhere for the next days, and by Merlin did he try. He waited outside of your classes until he had to be threatened by professors or prefects with detention.

He tried to catch your gaze during lessons, but you had pointedly decided to not look away from your textbooks.

He had tried to walk up to you and your friends at lunch but had been met with multiple wands to the face and threats of hexes he doubted were actually real the more he thought about it.

All until it finally culminated to the highest form of desperation, asking his brother for help. To the shock of Regulus, his brother had actually been somewhat of a genius as he leant Regulus two very invaluable items.

“Of course, you have one of the deathly hallows” Regulus sighed as he grasped the cloak Sirius held out to him with a shit eating grin as he opened his mouth to begin to explain.

“I do not care to know of where you got it from, I only care that you have it and that it helps me accomplish what I need” Regulus says simply and watches delightfully as Sirius’ smile drops into a pitiful pout.

Regulus tilts his head towards the blank parchment in his brother’s hand which brings back the smile on his face as he shows Regulus how the map works.

Regulus is unfortunately impressed with the magic, not that he would ever admit it. He haphazardly expressed his gratitude in a simple “Thank you” and a hug that lasts too long in Regulus’ opinion.

He uses the map the next day to find you in the library, fortunately alone and in a secluded section. He quickly throws the cloak over his form as he walks briskly towards the library.

His exhales shakily as he glances at the map multiple times to make sure you don’t leave.

As he reaches the door to the library, he waits for a student to walk out as he sneaks past and towards the seating area where you sit.

His heart flutters as he catches sight of you, even focused and clearly sleep-deprived he thinks you may be an angel sent just for him.

He walks quietly towards you as he stops right behind you. He takes a quick look around and notices everyone else in the library conveniently far enough away that they would not be distracted about his next actions.

In an uncoordinated movement he grasps your hand and tugs you out of your chair. You yelp and try to tug your arm out the invisible force holding you captive.

“Merlin and Morgana both!” you hear being hissed in front of you as you’re pulled towards a secluded corner in the library by the force. You push your heels into the carpeted floor of the library and hear a grunt and what sounds like a “fucking hell” before you reach the corner.

Regulus quickly whips the cloak off his body and watches as shock passes through your face before you compose yourself and turn to walk off.

“Wait!” Regulus pleads and tugs at your hand again. You turn back to fix your gaze on where his hand rests and he pulls it off immediately.

You turn back to him and make a motion with your hand for him to ‘get on with it.’ He nods before starting to talk.

“I wanted to apologise, I didn’t realise I had hurt you- no, Well I did. I just didn’t really care- Wait! That’s not what I meant, I just meant that I’m a dick, and I hurt you which is not what I meant and I understand that you’re upset-” he rambles and you have to conceal your snort of laughter with a cough as he looks up in embarrassment

“Regulus” you interrupt him, and he stops immediately, back straightening and looking at you with a kicked puppy expression.

“What are you doing?” you sigh.

He looks confused, “Apologising?” he asks.

You shake your head, “do you even know why I’m upset?” you ask tiredly.

“I was being rude to you which, okay, yes but-” he starts again, and you can only shake your head again.

“I’m upset because you made me feel unloved” you state and watch as he gapes for a bit before shutting his jaw with a click.

“What?” he asks.

“You were ignoring me” you start, and you can feel your eyes beginning to burn again as you look up and try to blink your tears away before continuing.

“You stopped talking to me Regulus. I spent three days waiting and waiting and waiting for you to come to me, I kept asking you to talk to me, to tell me what was wrong you just didn’t” you say helplessly as tears fall down your face.

You wrap your arms around your middle as you watch him look at you with a heartbroken expression.

“Y/N” he pleads, and you can only shake your head.

“Y-you threw my blood purity in my face when you know it doesn’t matter to me. You were so cold, and so m-mean” you sniffle and wipe your tears as they cascade down your face.

Regulus lets out a wounded sound and goes to wrap his arms around you before thinking better and letting them fall limply to his sides.

“You were so mean; I was just trying to help, and you made me think I was stupid for caring about you!” you say, and you watch as tears well in Regulus’ eyes.

“So yes you were rude” you say with a sniff before adding, “but you made me feel so inferior” you whisper as you cry.

You don’t hear Regulus move but when you start to blink blearily, there’s Slytherin robes in front of you and the smell of Regulus’ expensive cologne in your nostrils.

“Can I hold you?” he whispers, and you throw yourself into his arms as you cry into his sweater.

He holds you tightly as he runs his hands through your hair, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” he murmurs into your hair as he rubs your back.

As your crying reduces to small sniffled, you pull back with an embarrassed smile.

“Hi love” Regulus murmurs as he cups your face, you go to speak but Regulus just shakes his head, “my turn now, please?” he asks softly and all you can do is nod.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I was having a bad day- week, rather- but that doesn’t excuse how I treated you, I’ve never had someone to talk to, especially since, well, since Sirius left home really. It’s always been easier to shut down and isolate than talk about what’s going on, and I guess Barty and Evan have never been those friends to talk about emotions either so I never realised that I could with you?” he says ashamedly and all you can do is nod softly.

“I’ll do better, I promise, I’ll try to talk to you, it won’t be easy but I need you to know that I’m willing to try if you’re willing to let me make it up to you?” he asks hopefully.

You smile softly before letting out a small, “Yeah”

He opens his mouth to talk again and all you can do is hug him.

“It’s okay, well, not how you spoke to me, but us, we’re okay” you murmur into his neck, and you can feel his smile as he squeezes you tighter.

“Yeah?” he asks softly.

“yeah” you reply as you snuggle into him.

“You’re still a bitch for sneaking up on me though” you add.

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certainlynotasimp · 2 years ago

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can i req miguel and sunshine where she has a BUNCH of hickeys but shes too nice to make fun of so the spiders tease miguel instead?

Just A Taste

(Miguel O' Hara x Female! Reader)

A/N: Omg this is so funny and cute!!! I was kinda struggling writing this because I was like, 'How much is too much for hickeys?'. It's currently hot as hell where I live and so you can tell where that inspo comes from this can be read as a part 2 or a sister fic to Just A Bite. I almost made it an unofficial part 2.25 to Our Girl, but I changed my mind. Also, I'm sorry it's a little short, but I hope you like it.

A/N: I also really wanna try that sorbet thingy where they come in the fruit shells if you know what I'm talking about. If you love this then please check out the master list and if you wanna be kept informed about updates on the Miggy and Sunny series, then comment on this taglist and you'll be added.

WARNINGS: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female reader/ Female pronouns, Barely any use of Y/N ((Sunny is her nickname, not her actual name)), OOC Characters, Flirty Miguel, Some implications of NSFW content, and Google Translated Spanish.

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It was very rare that it would get so hot that Miguel would be laid back with the rules. He held everyone to a certain standard when it came to being a part of his elite task force and he was a stickler for them to act like it. Despite this, he only expected three rules to remain to be followed at all times.

All Spidermen can’t travel to other worlds without notice.

Spidermen can’t travel without a mask on to protect the identity of all Spidermen.

Everyone has to wear their spider suits at all times.

Unfortunately, certain circumstances don't really allow certain rules to be followed reasonably. Especially when it involves people with special circumstances.

Such as this.

“Miggy!” A soft whine emits from the chair beside him as the woman sat upside down. Her unmasked face felt hot as a light sheen of sweat made her beautiful face glow against the soft light of the monitor. “It’s so hot…I thought you said Lyla would fix the air hours ago.”

Miguel rolls his eyes at the sight of her feet lightly hanging over the top of the chair as. “Mi amor, if you stay like that, you’re gonna have a lot more to worry about than a heat stroke.” He playfully pinches her ankle as he grabs a tablet from the table, fanning his own burning skin.

Due to a massive heat wave, Earth-928 was experiencing the hottest summer it has ever had in history, causing Lyla’s A/C system to malfunction. The Lobby was left a broiling mess with Spidermen refusing to come by until the AI’s systems are rebooted. Only a handful of spiders were on base with the residential sweetheart suffering the most since she lives there.

“Can I please take this off?” She moans as she swings up and shoots him those dreaded puppy dog eyes.

“Oh?” Miguel quirks an eyebrow as his eyelids lower. A playful smile graces his handsome face as he chastises. “I didn’t expect you to be so risky, mi sol.”

A flurry of butterflies spread out in her gut as she glares at Miguel. His response is to chuckle as that pretty glossed lip pokes out as she scolds him, “Not like that, Miguel, and you know it. This suit feels like a furnace and I just want to relax…”

The idea of his cute little lover prancing around in the nude would be an interesting idea to Spiderman, but he knew that his love would never agree to do that with others in the Head Quarters. Miguel bites his lip as he contemplates torturing his arañita some more, but he decides to show mercy as he relents.

“Alright, mi amor.” He sighs as he allows his own suit to dissipate, exposing the tight black tank top and tight athletic pants. “Pero tendrás que cumplir esa pequeña fantasía mía más tarde, mi niña bonita.”

His remark is ignored as she stands up from her cheer with a quiet “fuck yea”. After tinkering with her gizmo, the black and white suit disappears revealing her white tank top and black running shorts, but Miguel couldn’t help but smirk at the blotches of bruises that marred her skin.

Just before he could comment on it, the door opens as a voice complains, “YO BIG MAN! You need to tell that computer to fix this air!”

Another voice accompanies the new yorker's as the tall Brit yells out. “It’s sweltering here, man!”

Ben and Hobie came to a halt as they see their friend smile at them. “Hey, guys!” Sunny calls and waves at them while their faces grow ten degrees hotter.

The poor woman’s entire body was covered in hickeys. Her shoulders and collarbone were littered with several little puncture wounds while her neck had multiple light scratches dragging down. A distinct handprint was present at the base of her neck like a necklace with matching bracelets on her wrists. Her exposed thighs bared no better as the inner sides of her thighs had similar bite marks with a matching set of claw marks on the outside of her thighs.

Ben swats a hand over his mouth as his hand slams over his horrified mouth while Hobie looks at Miguel in an amused expression. The urge to throw himself into another dimension plagues Miguel’s thoughts as he realizes that he will never live this moment down for the rest of his life. Rubbing his hand over his face in frustration, the oblivious spider turns back to her lover as she tilts her head at why everyone was acting weird.

“Miggy, are you alright?” She mumbles as Hobie joins them up there with fake concern wrapping around his voice. “Yea, boss, are you alright? You looking a bit flushed, yea?” Hobie struggles to hide the growing laughter in his voice as Miguel throws him a nasty glare.

The punk was never afraid of getting under his leader’s skin, but his ego really took over when he knows his boss would definitely not do anything while his missus was right there watching him. Ben also decides to join the fun by remarking, “Yea, you look like you need something to blow off that steam. Maybe a little taste of something sweet, right?” He teases as he figures he was safe.

Unfortunately, he unknowingly sparked an idea in the naive spider’s mind. She claps her hands in excitement as she exclaims, “That’s a great idea, Ben! I think I have some sorbets in the freezer of Miguel’s apartment.”

Miguel wickedly smirks as he realizes that he may have an opportunity to exact some revenge as the two other boys tried to reason with her to stay.

“Oh wait, Sunny, You really don’t have to..”

“Yea, Love. We are fine really!”

The boys try to reassure her that she didn’t need to travel all that way to get some ice cream before a smooth voice says,

“Es una idea maravillosa, mi amor.” Miguel praises as his love’s smile brightens in response. “¿Por qué no vas a buscarme a mí ya ti ya que estos dos quieren ser miserables en este momento, de acuerdo?” He coos causing the woman to swoon at his soft tone.

“Alrighty, Miggy.” She grins as she opens the portal with her gizmo. The boys’ hearts stop in their chests as the little spider ignores their pleas to stay and happily skips through the portal to Miguel’s apartment.

“Now then…” Miguel’s menacing voice twists around his cruel smile as he looks at the trembling boys. “What is it that you guys wanted to talk about?”

Yep, they are fucked.

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As the portal reopens on the observation deck, a smiling jumping spider comes back through with two packages in her hand and two spoons as she calls out, “Miggy, I’m back!”

“Llegando, mi sol.” His voice surprises her as he swings himself back onto the platform. She tilts her head as she begins to ask where he went when she noticed that he was now shirtless with the evidence of what she’s done to him now on full display.

His chest had small dark circles littering his pectorals that created a trail down his abdomen and his abs, disappearing into the dark brown happy trail that began below his belly button. Upon seeing her stunned face, Miguel chuckles as he gently takes one of the icy treats from her shaking hands and a spoon before sitting down in his chair.

“Gracias Amor.” He says nonchalantly as he rips open the packaging and starts eating the sorbet from its fruit shell.

“N-no problem, Miggy..” She sits beside him and opens her treat as she avoids looking at his powerful back muscles as they flex and move as he ate the sugary sweet. She almost drops the damned thing after the deep scratches on his shoulder blades reminded her of what they did just the night prior.

“¿Qué pasa, mami? Miguel mocks as a mischievous smirk causes his fangs to poke out. “¿No te gusta tu sorbete? ¿O hay algo más que te gustaría probar?” He purrs as the spoon in her hand falls to the floor with him chuckling.

“Miguel!” She scolds as she begins to bend over to pick up the spoon as another spoon full of an icy treat. Her stomach flips as Miguel looks at her with his pretty apologetic red eyes as he pokes her pouting lips with his peace offering.

“I’m sorry for teasing, my love. You just look so cute and flustered.” He admits he gives her a soft curl of his lip.

Matching his smile, Sunny opens her mouth and happily accepts his apology with a small moan. She sighs as she lets go of his spoon with a satisfied smile.

“So good!~”

“I’m glad.” He smiles as he dips his own bite and eats it. “Es casi tan dulce como tú…”

“Miggy!” An embarrassed voice shrills as the man laughs with his love.

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Translations:

arañita - Little spider

Pero tendrás que cumplir esa pequeña fantasía mía más tarde, mi niña bonita.--But, you are gonna have to fulfill that little fantasy of mine later, my pretty girl.

Es una idea maravillosa, mi amor.- That's a wonderful idea, my love.

¿Por qué no vas a buscarme a mí ya ti ya que estos dos quieren ser miserables en este momento, de acuerdo? -Why don't you go get me and you some since these two want to be miserable right now, alright?

Llegando, mi sol.- Coming, my sun.

Thank you,love- Gracias amor

¿Qué pasa, mami?- What's a matter, mami?

Es casi tan dulce como tú…–It's almost as sweet as you...

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thegirlwholovesficcharacters · 3 months ago

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 Evan "Buck" Buckley x shy!Femreader!

Summary: In where y/n write Love Letters and send to her crush in a anonymously way, and thanks to eddie magic, she ends up revealing her identity as Buck's secret admirer.

Words: 2.201 Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, misunderstandings, attempts to make funny dialogues, a lot of fluff, buck being a cutie and eddie being a annoying best friend. Cursive are for her thoughts.

Autor's Note: Hello!. English is not my first language, and I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, you may find translation errors since I have little knowledge of English and mostly use Google Translate.

PD: There will be a second part because it was too long, and I want to keep it as one shots. Also, I think i got a little sidetracked with the love letter theme, but I liked how it turned out. What do you think?.

Y/n wasn't sure how this crush started. But she was sure of one thing, and she like Evan Buckley, a lot.

His smile, his hair, the ways he trated the kids when they come for a excursion his ambition for the ciencie and the silly moments he made when the team is working. There was so many things she likes about him, but she was so shy and scary of talk to him, even if he was the one who talk to her on the recess, she always find a way to run and hide, not because she doens't wanted to talk to him.

She was trying not to say anything emabarrassing in front of him or the team.

So, to convey all his feelings and thoughts, she had started writing love letters secretly. A rather romantic and old-fashioned way for her taste, but it helped her clear her mind. She felt like Lara Jean of all the boys I fell in love with, but instead, she didn't have five cards for different boys.

No, she had written too many letters only for one boy.

Letters that she sent him anonymously, she did not dare to tell him what she felt in person, she was not sure if he felt the same as her, but she was sure of one thing, and that was that, every time Buck opened his admirer's letters a big smile invaded his face. And y/n couldn't help but feel how her heart warmed up and began to beat uncontrollably every time she saw his smile.

That damn beautiful smile.

"You know, you can take a photo of it so it lasts longer" Eddie appeared in front of her wearing a mocking smile, almost amused at seeing his partner and friend's cheeks turn red as she was caught admiring the Buckley boy.

"Shut up Diaz" She muttered embarrassed as she was caught by her friend.

Eddie chuckled, setting a cup of hot coffee on the table right in front of her, the girl murmuring a soft thank you before blowing on the liquid and drinking some of the coffee.

"So…" He spoke looking at her, she raised an eyebrow.

"So what?" She asked.

He rolled his eyes.

"When are you going to tell him? You know…" He commented, surreptitiously pointing at Buck, who was leaning against the kitchen counter reading the letter with a stupid smile on his face.

Y/n stopped herself from smiling at Buck's cute image, she looked back into her friend's eyes and quickly denied knowing what he was referring to.

"I'm not ready yet." She wrinkled her nose, leaving the cup on the table. "Besides, I don't think I'm his type. Girls like me almost never date guys like him." She spoke, pointing between her partner and herself.

Hearing her, Eddie couldn't help but grimace and shake his head. He sat next to her and looked at her with a small sparkle in his eyes.

"Darling, we've already talked about that. You know you're beautiful just the way you are, right? Everyone knows that." The girl couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn.

"It's easy for you to say it, because you are my teammates and friends. But it's different when it comes to the person I like" She murmured towards him, Eddie sighed knowing very well what she meant.

He had known Y/N since he arrived at the station, she was one of the many people who introduced herself and offered him friendship, she helped him adapt to his new life in the city, and when he felt safe he introduced her to Christopher and Gosh, that kid adored the adorable woman in front of him. Eddie knew that his friend had insecurities about her body since she was young, she confessed it to him one night after going out to a bar with the team and Eddie had to take care of her, he let her stay at his house and hugged her when she started to cry.

If there was something that firefighter Díaz hated, it was seeing his best friend cry because of the bad comments about her body, about her thick thighs, her wide back, the stretch marks and especially her stomach, y/n wasn't skinny or tall, she had a medium build and a height of 1'60.

Eddie always made sure to make her feel comfortable when they had to train or helped her practice boxing.

He offered her a shoulder to cry on and his ears to listen to her, but he knew that no matter how hard he tried to help her overcome her insecurities, he had to give her space, he was one of the first to know her story. He was the first one she went to when she needed help with her car, he was the first to see her cry, the first to support her in her little secret about the anonymous letters and the first to know about her crush on Evan Buckley.

And Eddie Díaz promised himself to protect her from everything bad, even if it was the Golden Retriever he had as a best friend, Buck.

Eddie let out a small sigh before speaking.

"Hey, I was thinking..."And just as he was going to speak, the station's sirens started wailing.

Both friends looked at each other and got up at the same time, leaving their cups on the table to go with the rest of their companions and get on the pumper.

The moment 118 arrived at the emergency scene, the group of firefighters began to do their work, and y/n was next to Eddie looking for anyone who was trapped inside the house destroyed by a fire.

Although right now she would prefer the company of hen or chimney, so as not to have to listen to her friend's chatter about her crush on evan buckley.

"I'm just saying, you could, I don't know. Ask him out? Like coworkers?" Y/n rolled her eyes when she heard him.

"Stop it, Eddie. I'm not going to tell him yet. And I don't think he'll accept it."She responded in an irritated tone, both friends continued walking and checking every corner". Also, what could I say to-"Without looking down, Y/N quickly stumbled, falling sideways to the ground.

"Shit"

Eddie, like a good friend he is, laughed first and then a few seconds later helped her up, earning an annoyed grunt from her when she heard him laugh.

"Be careful darling." Y/n thanked him with a gesture and stood up, shaking her uniform.

Rememberyng what she was about to say, a big smile invaded in eddie face.

Oh no, not that horrible smile, she say mentally knowing tht smile was dangerous.

"Go on, tell him what? What would you ask?" A mocking smile appeared on Eddie's lips and she rolled her eyes. "Tell meeee, oh, practice with me!" He begged in a low voice without removing his mocking tone.

She looked at him, confused by his request, until she saw the playful glint in his eyes and finally understood what he meant.

For heaven's sake, someone kill me, she thought internally. Knowing that he would not stop bothering her, she decided to do it.

"Okay, okay. Here I go." She swallowed, she looked at her friend and feeling brave, she placed one of her hands on his shoulder.

Observing that gesture, Eddie raised an eyebrow and prevented himself from letting out a laugh.

"Hey, handsome I've been in love with you for along time, and I wanted to ask you, do you want to go on a date with me?" She asked in a seductive tone while batting her eyelashes, and earning a laugh from the firefighter which he muffled when he felt her hand hit his chest.

Avoiding a laugh, Eddie composed himself and looked at her with a seductive little smile.

"Yes, I would love to go out with you, my beautiful and hot firefighter" He answered in the same tone as her, avoiding breaking down with laughter, she rolled her eyes but still smiled."Would you like to move to second base tonight, doll?”He mocks by throwing kisses into the air.

"Oh my god, shut up!, you asshole!" She exclaimed hiting eddie's chest. Eddie just looked at her and laugh, not feeling offended by her insult.

Ignoring eddie's laugh, she give a one last look around, she sighed when she saw that there was nothing left to rescue.

"There's nothing here ed" she muttered to her partner, she looked in her pocket for her walkie tokie, when she found it she press the button "Captain Nash. Here firefighter Y/L/N, there's nothing left, no one else, or anything to rescue. Just charred wood" Spoke to her captain.

"Okay, Firefighter Y/L/N. You can get back in the truck, the patients are already on their way to the hospital" Their captain announced from the other side, both firefighters nodded to themselves.

"Copy that, cap." With that, she cut off the transmission and followed Eddie out of that destroyed house.

As soon as they reached the group and began to return to the station, Eddie spent the entire trip giving his friend mocking glances every time he saw her look and pay attention to what Buck was saying, clearly, y/n ignored his friend and she gave hall full attention to his partner, who was talking animatedly about a fact about reptiles he found on a website.

Eddie, who was next to Chim, pushed his shoulder next to his, drawing his attention. Having Chimney's attention, Eddie surreptitiously pointed to Buck and Y/N.

They both looked at each other and smiled knowingly, Eddie might know about her secret of the anonymous letters, but for the team, it wasn't a secret that Y/N liked Buck. That is to say, how obvious could she be and how blind could he be to not notice.

"Hey buck" Eddie called, when he heard his friend he stopped talking and looked at him confused "I heard that your anonymous admirer sent you a letter, any clue as to who it could be?" He asked feigning interest, at the mention of the letter, Buck smiled goofily.

Seeing his goofy smile, y/n smiled the same way at seeing him smile, completely ignoring the amused looks her coworkers were giving her.

"Well, I haven't started my search yet. But I think I have one" he commented to his friend. Eddie looked at him curiously and nodded.

"Really? What did you find?" Chimney asked this time.

Having the eyes of his companions on him, Buck felt his cheeks heat up and let out a small laugh.

"Well, the letters have beautiful handwriting and every time I open them a scent of lily perfume comes out. So, I guess the clue is that this person uses lily perfume" He explained, remembering exactly the smell of the perfume.

Y/n watched Eddie smile at her teasingly.

"Oh, wow. That's a great clue, buck," Eddie commented, Buck smiled and nodded energetically. "I guess you need help looking for more clues, right?" He smiled innocently at his friend.

Buck seemed to think about it. "Well, I-"

"Great. Because I have the best at solving mysteries" He spoke, the group looked at him raising an eyebrow and y/n wanted to hang from the ceiling of her apartment with toilet paper.

Buck smiled excitedly. "Really? Who?" He asked curiously without removing his excitement.

Eddie tilted his head and flashed a huge smile at his friend.

Oh no. Why me? Why me? She lamented to herself as she noticed his plan.

“Y/n, dear?” He called, ignoring the knowing smiles of hen, chimney, and bobby, y/n looked innocently at her friend and smiled fakely.

"Yes, Eddie?" She asked, getting the girl's attention he smiled.

"You're one of the best at mystery board games, maybe you could help Buck with his little anonymous mystery?" He asked in a neutral tone, pretending not to know what he was getting into.

"I...uh, well I think..." she stammered, scratching the back of her neck nervously as she felt their gazes.

She moved her head in the Buckley boy's direction. Big mistake. y/n couldn't help but feel the little tug her heart gave as she saw his blue eyes shine with a little hope.

Damn, why does he give me that look?

Feeling too much pressure from her friend's teasing gaze and her crush's hopeful eyes, y/n let out a quiet sigh and nodded.

"Yes, of course. Why not?" I accepted with a nervous smile, Buck smiled excitedly.

"Cool! Thank you so much, y/n!" The blonde thanked his partner without removing his huge smile.

Y/n could feel how that smile made her melt inside.

Across the seat, Eddie smiled proudly to himself, completely ignoring his friend's murderous look.

Damn you edmuno.

And damn Evan Buckley's beautiful wet puppy eyes.

And above all, damn the huge crush I have on Evan Buckley

Y/n was screwed, and it was all thanks to Eddie "Fuckin" Diaz.

What a asshole.

#fanfic #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 show #911 lone star #hen wilson #chimney han #bobby nash #athena grant #maddie buckley #christopher diaz #oneshot #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #buddie #evan buckley x reader #eddie diaz x reader #buddie x reader

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here-lies-they-ran-outta-luck · 11 months ago

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Hi, I saw a note that you are accepting requests and if you aren’t totally ignore this

But could you write something with Theo nott, where she speaks a different language and her English isn’t perfect so she makes a mistake instead of saying she’s going to meet someone she says she’s going on a date and he gets all upset and jealous, maybe angst to fluff or something <3 I think it would be cute

- Thanks 🪐🪐

It's A Date (Theodore Nott x F!Reader)

warning- she/her pronouns, google translated french, i changed it a little from the request but it's basically the same.

a/n- I am in a very Theo Nott mood if you can't tell.

word count- 721

“I don’t know, I just really like her,” Theo says, his cheeks slightly rosy due to Pansy’s prying.

“Oh come on! There’s got to be something specific you like about her,” Pansy says, giggling at the tall boy’s embarrassed state, “Just give me three things you like!”

“I like her french accent, I guess,” He answers after a small pause, “She’s also pretty and so sweet. I’ve got no Idea how she was ever sorted into Slytherin.”

“I think you should ask her out. She would definitely say yes, you’re an absolute catch!” Pansy says, getting more excited about Theodores crush.

“I’ll think about it. Let’s get going for breakfast,” He answers, grabbing his satchel and walking out of the common room.

Not soon after the two get settled down at the Slytherin table, the lovely smell of your vanilla perfume fills Theo’s nose. “Bonjour Theo!”

“Good morning,” He replies, giving you a small smile and scooting over to give you some room.

“How has your morning been?” You ask, he blushes slightly at your strong accent. His Italian accent was never that strong, he only ever spoke Italian around his mom and her family. You however spoke it all the time, you and Draco had a plethora of conversations in French.

“Better now that you’re here,” after a small pause he gains a slight amount of confidence, “I was wondering if maybe-”

“Hi, (Y/n),” a boy from Ravenclaw says, cutting off Theodore before continuing, “Would you want to accompany me to our next Hogsmead weekend?”

“Yes,” You say with a smile, “It’s a date!” You didn’t really mean that it was a date at all, it was simply just an expression you’d heard. However it broke all of Theos confidence he previously had.

“De toute façon, what were you saying Theo?” You ask, turning back to the pretty boy with hopeful eyes. Unknown to anyone, you also fancied Theo.

“I was um- just wondering if you got the paper on alhistoy?” Theo says, ending his sentence with a large gulp of orange juice.

Your smile deflates a little bit, “Oh, yeah I did.” You pull out your paper and hand it to him. Theo had already gotten the paper finished, so he just silently stared at the prettily written page for a few seconds before handing it back.

Theodore didn’t talk to you very much for the next few days, he spent a majority of his time alone talking to Pansy about his heartbreak.

Theo didn’t plan on talking to you until after your trip with the boy, and even then he wanted to wait a while.

“Hé! How have you been Theo? I’ve missed you!” You say, finally getting to see him.

“How was your date?” He asks, angry, not looking at you.

“I didn’t go on a date?” You reply, puzzled.

“Did you end up not going then?” He asks again, looking up at you.

“I went to hang out with a friend, but I didn’t see it as a date,” You answer, taken aback.

“You didn’t?” He asks, standing up and walking towards you.

“Non, we’re just friends,” You answer with a smile, now looking up at the boy.

“But you said it was a date,” He says, with a flat face.

“Isn’t that just an expression you English people use?” You reply, laughing slightly at the boy.

“Okay,” He replies, slowly.

“Are you okay Teddy?” You ask, stepping closer to him.

“Yeah,” He says, absentmindedly, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“What?” You reply, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Teddy, are you sure?” You ask, sucking in a breath, waiting for his response.

“I was a little heartbroken when you said it was a date,” He breathes, pulling you into a hug, “Now I would like to do what I was too scared to do. Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks after pulling away from the hug slightly.

“I would more than love to go on a date with you, Teddy,” You say, giving him a smile and pulling him back into a hug, smiling even wider when you feel him smile into your neck.

“It’s a date then? For real this time?” He says, muffled by your neck.

“Obviously,” You say, laughing at his lame joke.

#theodore nott x reader #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire x reader #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #slytherin #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott #theo nott #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n

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captainquake42 · 1 month ago

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> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ part two

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

> summery:

it’s the first round of the tournament and to no one's surprise miyagi do’s first opponents are cobra kai. unfortunately for kwon that meant trying not to get distracted by you fighting his teammates in what was basically a capture the flag game, only instead of a flag the goal was throwing the captains to the mat.

OR kwon should have no problem staying focused and yet here he was.

> notes + warnings:

anybody else a d1 yapper?

the middle pic is the tat she got ( at least that's what I had in mind) in part one // part three if you'd like :)

Google translate was used for the korean and likey wrong (sorry bout that)

also posted on my ao3

> 1.5k written by:

S A R A H

Kwon had a problem. A shooker to everyone but him.

It was just his luck to make captain of his team at the most feared karate tournament in the world and still fuck up as soon as he got there.

It didn’t seem to matter that he had only just barely had time to touch his toes to the mat before he was unable to keep a clear goal in his mind. He was supposed to be thinking of nothing but his goals and how to achieve it. But instead he couldn’t stop thinking of you. Your voice, how you said his name, your hair, your tattoo he went with you to get last night. It was embarrassing. No, scratch that—it was humiliating. He’d only meant you last night! The sheer audacity of you being this distracting was going to make him lose his mind. He was so spacey that Yoon, of all people, called him out on it.

All the weeks of training leading up to this, the grueling late nights, and the blood, sweat, and tears he'd put into this moment—gone. Wiped clean from his brain like it was never there because of you. Like you were playing a game with his head and hit reset instead of continue.

When he forced himself on your little trip, he honestly didn’t plan on doing anything but make sure you got there and back safe. He had no idea that you were a yapper. And he doesn’t mean that like you just make conversation, but more that you were allergic to silence. Kwon heard more words from you in two hours than he’d ever heard from his own siblings. You told him, unprompted(!), about how you were a 3x wrestling state champ going for a fourth this year, that you hated curling your hair but liked the end product, how you couldn’t braid your own hair but everyone else was easy, that you’d only done karate for two years, and so on hardly stopping to breathe. It was a wonder that had him half-wondering how on earth you hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen.

“ Ibwa! Byeongsin daejang, jibjung jom haebwa? (Hey, Captain asshole, maybe focus?)” Yoon snapped at him, dodging a flying kick from one of your teammates, the one with a mohawk, before kicking him off the mat.

“ Dagchyeo, Yoon. Na jibjunghago iss-eo. (Shut up, Yoon. I am focused.)” He grunted jumping into a flying kick, taking out one of your teammates with a satisfying thud.

“ Amado geunyeoege jibjunghaess-eul geoya, ( Focused on her, maybe),” Yoon shot back, and Kwon considered the pros and cons of “accidentally” taking down his own teammate.

Pro: Yoon wouldn't be able to talk to him for at least two minutes.

Con(s): he’d be mad when this was done and Kwon’s team would be down a number for the round.

Probably not worth it.

In the corner of his eye he watched you grab Hana’s, his teammate’s, foot before her kick could find it’s mark. You shoved her foot up above her head throwing her off balance and getting in close, you hooked her ankle with your own to rip it out from underneath of her forcing her to fall, and taking her out quickly. Which makes that 3 of his teammates out, and 2 of your’s.

Which left your twin brother the male captain to him, Yoon and your curly haired teammate, Tory and the female captain, with you trading opponents going back and forth between Yoon and Tory, opening weak spots for your mates to take advantage of.

Robby, if he remembered right, grabbed his leg, so Kwon twisted midair, using his pivot and jumping foot in a spin kick that forced him to let go so he didn’t take Kwon’s ankle to the jaw.

Kwon got two more hits in before Robby was able to knee him twice, Robbby had him in an arm lock but something must have grabbed his attention because he hesitated for a second too long and Kwon instantly took advantage. He punched him in the face, with that same arm he wrapped it over Robby’s chest and squeezed making his back bow. Robby elbowed him twice to get out of it, and threw a punch, unfortunately for him he swung too wide and left his waist open for a hip throw that Kwon took advantage of.

He looked over and saw you mid back handspring to avoid hitting the ground via Yoon’s foot. Yoon himself had been put in a headlock by a curly haired boy and was about to be thrown.

“ Miyagi do’s captain goes down.” Kwon heard the announcer say. “ Cobra kai beats Miyagi do. Last standing, cobra kai and the iron dragons.”

Sometime before their win the falchi della notte team got taken out, leaving shit all six of the iron dragons remaining.

He, Tory, and Yoon gathered in the middle of the mat.

“ Got any more ideas?” He grumbled.

Yoon made a face. “ Same as last?” He suggested halfheartedly.

“ Yep,” Tory said. “ Pierce the front line, go for the captains.”

Before the trio could take more than three steps, the iron dragons did something nobody saw coming, the entire front line took a knee, voluntarily taking themselves out. They all walked off the mat to line up behind their captains next to their sensei.

“ I’ll take the little girl, you two get the big guy.” Tory said switching places with Yoon on her right.

Kwon and Yoon exchanged a glance.

“ Geudeul-i ulileul gwasopyeong-gahaneun geolkka, animyeon uliga geudeul-eul gwasopyeong-gahaneun geolkka? (Are they underestimating us or are we underestimating them?)” He asked Yoon, rolling his shoulders back.

Yoon shrugged. “ Al-aboja (Let’s find out.)”

Find out they did.

Turns out iron dragon’s male captain is strong as fuck. Not good at fighting – all though that too, but physically. He got him and Yoon out in seconds, and Tory fell to the female captain at the same time, after getting put in a submission arm bar forcing her to tap out or break her arm. Kwon barely had time to process his opponent’s size before he was yanked off his feet and slammed to the mat. He blinked up at the ceiling, winded, as Yoon met a similar fate a second later right next to him.

Kwon groaned as he pushed himself up, wincing at the ache in his ribs. “ Naega WWE gyeong-gie deungloghago issdaneun sasil-eul mollassseubnida. Geuneun galadedo aneun geolkkayo, animyeon geunyang jaemisam-a salamdeul-eul ilijeoli deonjineun geolkkayo? (Didn’t realize I was signing up for a WWE match. Does he even know karate, or is he just throwing people around for fun?)”

“ Dangsin-i na-ege malhaneun. (Your telling me.)” Yoon wheezed, rolling onto his side. “ Maybe if someone had suggested watching more film on these guys, we wouldn’t be eating mat right now,” Yoon added pointedly switching to english so Tory could understand him, giving Kwon a side-eye as they got off the mat.

“ Oh, don’t start. We trained for fighters, not human bulldozers,” Kwon shot back with a wince after rolling his neck weird.

“ Save the excuse for later. As soon as this round is done, we’re going back to the locker room and watching every second of footage we can find on every team in this tournament.”

Kwon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was definitely in trouble. “ Hear that Tory? Don’t think you can skip out again.”

Yoon was still grumbling under his breath.

“ Yoon,” Kwon began, his voice heavy with frustration as he tightened his fist. “ I get it. You're salty. But maybe save the lecture for when we're not licking our wounds in front of every dajang here.”

Yoon shot him a glare, rubbing at his ribs. “ You think this is about being salty? This is about us getting our asses handed to us because someone,” he jabbed a finger in Kwon's direction. “ Didn't think we needed to study footage.”

Kwon scoffed, flexing his jaw as he brushed some imaginary dust off his shoulder. “ Oh, I'm sorry, Yoon. Did you want me to spend more time obsessing over grainy tournament clips of every match? Maybe you can build a time machine and tell me how that guy has forearms the size of my thighs!”

Tory groaned from where she leaned against the barricade. “ Both of you, shut up. My arm’s not broken, but I swear I can still feel her pulling on it. Did she dislocate my shoulder? Or just my dignity?”

Kwon glanced her way, smirking. “ Well, your dignity's definitely bruised. Not sure about your shoulder, though.”

She rolled her eyes. “ Keep talking, Captain. It’s not like you didn’t just get folded like a lawn chair.”

Before Kwon could retort, Yoon cleared his throat loudly. “ Alright enough. The point is, we’re screwed if we keep going into these matches blind.”

“ Round up the rest of the team and have them meet us in the locker room, Tory. I’m gonna see if one of our sensei’s bought their laptops.” Kwon said.

“ First good decision you’ve made all day.” Yoon said.

#kwon jae sung x fem!reader #kwon jae sung #kwon jae sung x reader #cobra kai

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sinofwriting · 1 year ago

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Causing Problems - Max Verstappen

Words: 2,365 Summary: After learning about his girlfriends first time, it’s safe to say that Max is not happy. Note(s)/Warnings: Leclerc!Reader, Talks of Sex/Losing Virginity. Mentions/Talks of Underage Sex. Past Pierre/Reader. Also there is french here, didn’t use google translate, but still used a translator, so sorry if any of it’s wrong.

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“Don’t judge me.” His brows raise and he can’t help but smile. “What could I ever judge?” She shoots him a disbelieving look, but sighs. “I was fourteen.” His eyes widened. “See judge!” He shakes his head, “no, no. No judgment, just,” he pauses unsure how to phrase it. “Lorenzo and Charles let you have a boyfriend at fourteen?” She snorts, ten years had passed and the two and now Arthur wrinkled their nose at the idea of her with a boy. They were somewhat fond of her and Max together. “No, I,” she pauses, feeling herself get a little flustered as she thinks about who and how she lost her virginity.

“It was a friend.” Her voice is a little fond, but she squeezes Max’s hand letting him know it’s not the person she’s fond of but rather just the memory. Her eyes flicker upwards to meet the Dutch’s eyes. Seeing how warm they are and his earnest nod to continue, she does.

“We were in France for a race.” She squeezes his hand again, “you won that one.” She tells him, smiling at his eyes crinkling at her pause. “We decided to stay with his family for the night instead of at the racetrack or just driving home. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go down to the basement, hoping to wear myself out by uh,” she pauses trying to think of the word in English. “Pacing?” He offers, having seen her do it a few times. She nods, smiling wide. “Yes, pacing. But when I got there, he was also there unable to sleep. We talked for a bit and then things got a bit tense and we ended up having sex.” She shrugs, with a little laugh. “It was a little odd since we both hadn’t done it before. But it was good.” “Did you orgasm?” He can’t help but ask. “Surprisingly, yes.” A flare of jealousy hits him at the knowledge that some fourteen year old kid got a girl off his first time having sex, while he didn’t when he was eighteen. But it leaves just as quickly as it came, shock replacing it with her next words. “But after all the French are known for being generous lovers and Pierre is quite French, no?” She laughs. “Pierre?” He asks, brain struggling to comprehend what she said. “Yes, Pierre.”

The confirmation makes him a blink and god he can’t believe the balls on the French driver. Charles was insanely overprotective. Then again, if Charles had any idea what his best friend and little sister had done he wouldn’t be alive but at the bottom of the river.

Then a thought strikes him, Pierre and her weren’t not the same age. A fourteen year old virgin didn’t make her cum but rather a seventeen year old one and suddenly anger is boiling in his stomach.

“He was seventeen.” His voice is surprisingly blank. “Yes, Pierre is three years older than me.” She looks at him, worryingly. “Max, are you okay?”

—

“Gasly!” The frenchman’s head jerks to the left at the sound of his last name in such anger. He stares wide eyed at the dutch driver. His jaw was twitching, face red, and fists clenched. He had only seen Max this angry a couple of times before but never was it directed at him. “Max.” He ends up saying, eyes flickering around the room. Hoping that Charles, Daniel, Lando, Alex, or George know what’s going on, but they all look just as confused. His eyes catch on Y/N, who's looking at Max with wide eyes of her own. “Fourteen.” The word is gritted out and Pierre’s eyes are back on him, more confusion filling him. “What?”

He couldn’t think of anything that would make Max this mad involving the number fourteen. Lap fourteen had been fine this race. They hadn’t yet gotten to race fourteen of the season. It couldn’t be the year 2014, they didn’t have any contact that year.

“Fourteen.” Max repeats, putting a weird emphasis on the word as it comes out quieter than before. Pierre’s eyes flicker to the only girl in the room, hoping she’ll know what it’s about and when his eyes move to look at her it hits him and his eyes are moving back to Max. Understanding him. “Oh, fourteen.” “Yes,” the Dutch driver’s jaw twitches again. “Fourteen.”

He can’t help but glance around the room taking in how the other guys are still looking at Max and now him in confusion. He notes that Charles has gotten up, clearly ready to interfere. Get in between them if it comes down to it. And Pierre winces. There would be no getting out of this. He’d have to come clean and perhaps lose Charles’ friendship forever.

“Would you like to hit me and then talk? Or talk and then hit me?” He offers Max, figuring that no matter what he’d end the night with some bruises. Suddenly she’s standing in between them, gently resting a hand on Max’s chest. “There won’t be any hitting. Words only.” She tells Max, her eyes flickering to her brother as she says it. His expression of confusion only deepened at the words also directed towards him as he sat back down.

She pushes Max to sit down on the floor next to Daniel and a space between him and Charles where she would sit in a moment. She turns to face Pierre.

“Je suis désolé, pierre.” I’m so sorry, Pierre. She apologizes, twisting her fingers together in a way that makes him wince. He shakes his head, standing and maybe he shouldn’t but he pulls her into a hug. Keeping his hands clearly in Max’s sight. There was no need to make him any madder. “Non, bébé calmar. Tu ne t'excuses pas. C'est bien.” No, baby squid. You don't apologize. It's fine. He pulls away from her, giving her hand a squeeze before taking a step back. “C'est à vous de partager.” It is for you to share. “Ce n'est pas seulement le mien.” It is not just mine. He shakes his head, had he hoped that Charles would never know, yes. But he had always known that one day he’d find out. He could only be happy that he got a decade more of his friendship. “C'était toujours le tien.” It was always yours. She looks like she is going to argue more and he expects her to. It was such a Leclerc thing to do, argue until you got your way. But she doesn’t. She gives him another sorry look before sitting in between Max and Charles. Ignoring the soft nudge that her brother gives her.

“Max,” Pierre starts to say, but stops not sure what to say, what to do. Did the younger driver want an apology? He wasn’t sure. It wasn’t something he could apologize to Max for. The only person he really could offer an apology to was Charles and that was only for not telling him sooner.

Pierre and Y/N had spoken about it after it happened. It wasn’t something they could really ignore or pretend didn’t happen. They had even spoken about it a little over a year ago when Kika had found out. Kika made a joke about it as they all went for dinner, a little wine drunk, but hoping to see Pierre get a little flustered. He nearly smiles at the thought of Kika. She really was amazing, far better than he deserved, and her easy acceptance of what happened between them when they were so young.

“Fourteen, Pierre. She was fourteen.” Max’s voice draws him out of his thoughts. “Yes, and I was seventeen.” His acknowledgement makes Max wince and he catches Alex’s wide eyes and knows that he’s realized what this about or at least has a good idea of it. “And you just,” Max starts, before shaking his head. “That was fine with you?” “I wouldn’t do it again, if that’s what you are asking.” Pierre sighs when Max’s expression doesn’t change. “Max, your issue with this is the age difference. And I imagine it’s worse because of Kika, yes?” Max nods. He presses his lips together, murmuring to himself in french under his breath. “I never intended for it to happen, Max. We were kids. Me less so, but still young, foolish.”

“What happened?” Charles speaks for the first time, looking between Pierre and Max. “What happened when you were seventeen?” Pierre sighs, but before he can speak, she does. “Charles, do you remember when you were fifteen, we went to that race in France and we stayed with Pierre’s family for the night?” He nods after a second. “Yes, Papa didn’t want to stay at the track or drive home that night.” “I couldn’t sleep that night, so I went down to the basement so I could pace.” “You still do that.” Charles interrupts her, the words fond. “Yes. But Pierre was also there, he couldn’t sleep either. We ended up talking.” Charles nods, because yes that made sense. She didn’t like pacing if someone else was in the room and awake. Would rather talk until she fell asleep. “Pierre and I,” she pauses before slipping into french. “nous avons fait l'amour.” we had sex. “Non.” No. His mouth is open, disbelief in his eyes. “Non. Vous deux ne l'avez pas fait.” No. You two did not. “Charles,” she lays a hand on his arm. “We did. It was in the moment and never happened again.” “But you were so young. Just a baby.” His face is horrified and everyone in the room knows now what Max bursting in was about. Her brows furrow. “I was not a baby. I was fourteen.” Charles makes a pained noise and then his attention turns to Pierre, a fire in his eyes.

“You!” He points at Pierre. “How could you! She’s my sister. My baby sister!” He puts his hands up. “We didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I went down to the basement to watch tv because I couldn’t sleep. Not to have sex for the first time with your sister.” His fists clench, wanting to say something more, but unable to say anything but, “Je suis désolé, Charles. J'aurais dû,” I'm sorry, Charles. I should have, “Non.” Charles shakes his head, stopping him. “I don’t want to hear it. You should have told me sooner. Not wait so long. I need time. She was a baby, Pierre.” He says the last sentence quietly and Pierre knows that his insistence makes no sense to her or the rest of the people in the room, but he understands.

He had been the one to hold Charles after his father made him promise to always take care of her, to watch over her, to protect her. Had cemented that she was his baby sister, she needed protection, to Charles. Had promised to help Charles with that promise.

“I need time, Calamar.” His voice is gentle, but there's a raw element to it. “Of course, Charles.” As he stands to look around the room, he has to look away at the different looks some of the drivers give him. Moving out of the weird sort of circle the driver’s had formed when they first entered Charles’ room hours ago, he stops just before the entryway.

“Y/N if,” “I know, Pierre.” She stops him before he can continue, already knowing what he’s going to say. “Give Kika my love.” He huffs out a laugh. “Of course.” And with that he slips out of the room.

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“Are you better, Max?” She asks, when nearly an hour later they are back in his hotel room, a glass of wine in her hand. He winces, “I’m sorry. My anger got the better of me.” She nods, lips pressing together. A little embarrassment still lingering inside of her. It wasn’t Lando, Daniel, Alex, or George knowing. It was Charles. It was her older brother, her closest brother. She had never wanted Charles to know that much about her and Pierre. She knew just like Pierre even if they had hoped it wouldn’t come out, that it would. She had just figured it would come out that yes, they had sex together. It was one time, maybe that they were each other's firsts but that was it.

She didn’t want him to know that it was in France. After a race, in Pierre’s home. She especially didn’t want him to know that she had been fourteen. It made her shrink a little, knowing that he knew that. And yet she didn’t hate Max for letting that loose. She was a little angry with him, but it was her own fault. She should have never been so careless to let it slip that it was Pierre when he was close by. Should have waited for summer break, when they were in completely different countries.

“I’m angry with you.” She was not going to hide that. “I didn’t want Charles to know that. All of that. Pierre and I figured that at some point it would come out, but he was not supposed to know all of that.” “I’m sorry.” He apologizes again. “I,” he pauses. “My temper, it needs to be worked on.” She nods again, “You are better than before. You’ve grown much since.” She sighs, placing the glass down and turning to look at him. “I should have waited until summer break.” He shakes his head, “no, this was all me. And I’ll apologize to Pierre as well.” He looks a little pained at the thought. “Good. He deserves one.” “Yes, he does.”

She looks at him, taking in the regretful expression on his face. The way his body is slightly curled in. Grabbing her glass of wine, she tosses the rest of the glass back, before setting it back down and taking her shirt off.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She tells him, thumbs pressing between her skin and her pants as she starts to take them off. “You’re going to join me.” “I am?” She raises an eyebrow. “I am.” Max nods, eyes wide as he watches her completely strip. “Good. Hurry. It’ll be cold without you.” She tells him, before walking to the bathroom, the door slightly closed behind her as the sound of the shower fills the room.

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Tagging: @lpab @gemofthenight @peachiicherries

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #pierre gasly imagine #not tagging x reader for pierre since it was past #leclerc reader #also this was something to write #got the idea less than 24 hours ago and wrote it so quickly #this is so messy too #... i love it #sins fics

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monsoonceroom · 4 months ago

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New Spy x Family chapter! Let's Gooooo!

So Damian & co (but mostly Damian) are studying when the above drops. I did google this & apparently 'Mitera' means 'Mother' in Greek, so this is likely their version of Ancient Greece. Pretty neat imo.

With Ostania's economy probably in shambles after the war, I wonder if this boom was partially because of the country's citizens hoping for a way to get back on their feet financially by selling some sweet ancient relics.

It's nice to know that they had twitter in 1960/1970's Ostania. Weak joke, I know.

Anyways, treasure hunting happens & while the boys are in proper attire, the 3 butlers are in suits in the middle of a freakin' forest. This would be absolutely miserable in real life. However, with this being Spy x Family, I automatically assume they're much too professional to allow even a single speck of dirt to sully their clothes & will be vaporized immediately.

Also, it looks like their hair colors are inversions of the kids? Instead of 1 brunette & 2 blonds, it's 2 brunettes & 1 blond. Also that Egeberg butler does look pretty fine.

Shush you! Damian already knows his family life is shit; let him be happy!

It's cute to see them explore the wonder's nature has to offer. Also did they not bring enough water, so they had to resort to drinking from waterfalls? Props for getting it from fast running water rather than a stagnant pool though.

STRRRIKE! Maybe I'm just exaggerating, but I lowkey wonder if Jeeves can give Martha a run for her money when it comes to physical prowess. While not much in terms of what we've already seen throughout the series (especially compared to Yor) I imagine not many people would have been able to use an acorn like a bullet.

Have some food to cheer up, Damian!

Hold up; wild-caught venison? Did the butlers hunt deer while treasure hunting? They probably brought the food with them but the image of guys in suits stalking a deer is hilarious.

Lol, Ewen & Emile are like 'Did he just call us peasants?'.

Damian is calling upon the spirits to guide him.

Oh crap, it backfired & now he's possessed!

Not to worry! A kind spider has come to help!

Maybe the real treasure was the big ass flower we found along the way.

A quick google search says that 'Geschocran' when translated into English means 'Projectile Crane', so nothing too crazy there considering the pistil on that thing. I checked to see if maybe the name 'Witch's Crib' had any real-world equivalent although nothing came up aside from baby cribs & witch hazel. I wonder what the in-universe lore is on the 'Witch's Crib' name?

Goddamn kids these days & their helicopters. Back in MY day we had to wait hours in the car to get somewhere, uphill, both ways in the snow in 180 degree weather.

More sad Damian & Jeeves trying to talk to him about it. Also no one else is home? Where the frick did everyone go? Let's see; Melinda has her own place so she's probably chillin' there, Demetrius is likely studying at a library, & Donovan is, I don't know, concocting evil schemes in his lair or something.

Yooo! Damian's accusing Jeeves of being a snitch! At least Damian forgot he was sad.

KSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSK Looks like Damian tried to impress Anya & then complained to Jeeves about it later. I wouldn't doubt it if Jeeves is feeding Melinda info, but alas, we have no proof.

#spy x family #spy x family spoilers #spy x family manga spoilers #sxf #sxf spoilers #damian desmond

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watsittoyah · 2 years ago

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink and slight blood play. Some obsessive behavior..

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 4- Just To Put My Mind At Ease..

You stifle a yawn as you gather Mr. Stark’s paperwork. He had a meeting call in Aruba and you were triple checking to make sure he had everything he needed.

“Hey Tom-Tom.” You freeze for only a second after hearing that annoying voice. “Maybe if I just keep walking he will go away.” You whisper as you hear him following you.

“Tom-Tom. I know you heard me.” You hear Tony call after you and you rush into Mr. Stark’s office.

“Here you go Mr. Stark. I have your paperwork, some notes, and I have all of your calls pushed back for the next two hours.” He nods and sits at his desk. You stand there for a bit and he clears his throat. “You may go.”

You internally groan because you know Tony was waiting for you outside the door. You drag your feet a bit and check your watch.

It was time for your lunch which means-

You open the door and your heels were clicking across the floor. “Hey T-” You Stop him. “Sorry Tony but I have a lunch date with my boyfriend.” You make sure he heard you when you said boyfriend and he nods slowly. But a smile spreads across his face.

“Well when you want a husband, please don’t hesitate to ask.” You fight the urge to grimace. “Later Tony.” You walk over to Gregory and he tips his hat at you. “Hello Miss Valentine. Your friend is waiting for you.” You nod. “Thank you. I’ll be back after my lunch.” You head out of the building and you see Miguel leaning against his car.

He looks over at you and you feel weak in the knees. How is it that you two have been dating for over the past two months and this man still has you in awe.

“Hola señorita Valentine. How do you feel about Thai cuisine?” He asks as he opens the passenger door for you. “That sounds absolutely amazing. There’s this spot I’ve been wanting to try, Erica said that Dennis brought her there last month and she said the food was delicious.”

“Are you talking about Thai Town?” You gasp because that means only one thing. “Baby did you get reservations there?” He nods and gives me a great big smile. “I did.” You squeal and pull his face close to yours.

You give him several kisses as he starts the car and he smiles against your lips. “Amor, we can sit here and I can let you kiss me but we might be late to lunch.” You move back and you sit on your hands.

“I’m just so excited.” You smile from ear to ear and he holds your hand. As he drives he tells you about his latest discovery.

“…and we’re doing testing on gene splicing. So far we have succeeded on making a mouse cross breed with a snake.”

“That’s interesting, but it’s also concerning. Are you going to start testing on humans?” Miguel shrugs. “I’m not sure yet, I was thinking that if I do then it’ll be harmless.”

“As long as you don’t go testing it on yourself.” Miguel was quiet for a moment and you were going to address it but he had arrived at the restaurant. As he parks the car you go to speak but he opens the door and he quickly walks over to your side and he opens the door. You step out and take the offered hand he had for you.

“Ready?” He asks. “Always when I’m with you.” As you two enter the building you see Miguel looking at his smart watch. You don’t know what’s on the screen but he curses under his breathe.

“Amor, please wait inside for me. I just have to grab something from the car.” Before you could protest he leaves you there.

Instead of waiting outside you go into the building and walk over to the hostess. “Table for two. It might be under O’Hara.” She checks and nods. “Your table will be ready shortly Mrs. O’Hara.”

You go to correct her but you stop yourself. Would it be a bad thing if she thinks you’re his wife?

You wait patiently for the table and for Miguel when you get a tap on the shoulder. When you turn you see a strikingly beautiful woman standing there with the brightest blue eyes you ever did see.

“Hello.” She greets. “Um, hi.” You say as you go to turn away from the woman. “I noticed that you came here with Miguel.” You turn back around because how did this woman know your boyfriend?

“You know him?” She nods. “Why yes. Miguel and I have quite the past. I’m surprised he hasn’t told you about me. But where are my manners. My name is Dana D’Angelo.”

She gives you a bright smile and you feel sick to the pit of your stomach. Of course this demi-goddess would be his ex. She was beautiful, long legged and she had pretty teeth. You wanted to knock them clean down her throat.

Miguel enters the restaurant and he walks completely past Dana, ignoring her all together, which makes your chest swell with joy.

“Sorry about that, amor.” He whispers as he kisses your temple. “Hello Miguel.” Dana says behind him. He rolls his eyes and then turns to her.

“Dana, long time no see. How have you been?” He asks. “I’ve been well. Tyler and I just got back from Miami. How about you? I see you have a cute little girlfriend.”

Who is this bitch calling little?

“Actually, this is my amazing girlfriend. And I won’t have you disrespect her in any shape or form. Now you have a nice day, I am going spoil her my girlfriend and make sure she has a wonderful time.” As Miguel leads you away, you look back at her with a smirk on your face.

“I didn’t know you use to date models.” You tease him. But he shrugs. “Well I’ve made some upgrades. I date goddesses now.” You hide the smile playing across your lips and the hostess motions for the two of you to come with her so you two can be seated.

As you two are seated by the window you look around in awe. The decor was beautiful. “I know I shouldn’t gawk but I love the colors. Maybe I can convince Erica to remodel the kitchen.” Miguel reaches across the table and he holds your hand.

“If she says no then, how about you come over to my place and redecorate it?” Your eyes light up. “I can? Miguel, baby that would be great.” You lean over the table to kiss your hazel eyed beauty, when all of a sudden he gets up and he grabs you with such precision and skill, it scared you.

He leaps in the air and that’s when a car goes crashing into the window. Miguel holds you close to his large frame and he does a spin as you two land in the chaos.

As everyone screams and runs out of the restaurant, you hear Miguel groan in pain. “Miguel? Miguel where are you hurt?” You ask as you get up and look him over.

He was holding his side and when you reach, you draw your hand back and there was blood. “Come out, come out, where ever you are….” Someone taunts. You turn slightly to see a large black alien like creature. It throws its head back and let’s put a carnivorous cry.

“You have to go, amor.” Miguel says as he sits up. “I’m not leaving you, come on.” You try to help him but Miguel was too huge. “Tommie, I’ll be right behind you, now go!” He snaps at you. You look him in the face and you get up. You hear Miguel behind you as you run out of the restaurant.

The alien creature crouches down as you make it outside and he seems to be sniffing the air. You turn to tell Miguel to start the car but you see he isn’t there. “M-”

You continue to run but something screams for you to duck down. You do just in time to see a large pole barely miss your skull. You go to run again but something grabs your arm. You cry out in pain as the grip tightens.

“No matter what timeline he is in I’ll always sniff him out and find him. And his scent just so happens to be all over you.” The alien creature had yanked you up in the air causing your arm to yank out of the socket. You let out a scream and it laughs.

“Such a pretty thing, we like you. Venom likes you.” Venom flicks out its tongue and licks your cheek. You feel as if your arm is about to be ripped out as you try to see where is Miguel.

“Tasty…” It’s jaws opens wide and you scream bloody murder as it goes to eat you. Just then, you get yanked out away from this creature. You were pressed against someone and you hold them tight. They bring you away from the alien and land on their feet.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You finally look up and you see a masked man. You’ve only heard about him in the news. But to see him in person? Now that was something else. You nod at him but jump when you hear the alien coming.

“I need to go fix this. Please get somewhere safe.” You grab Spider-Man by the arm. “Please, my boyfriend he’s missing and…and-” He gently removes your hand from him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he comes home to you. Now please go, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He strokes your cheek and he turns. When he leaves, you stare after him and you hope he doesn’t get hurt. “Be careful Spider-Man…”

•••

For obvious reasons you had the rest of the day off. You had came back from the hospital after getting your arm checked out. It was sore but it wasn’t broken. They had gave you some painkillers and sent you on your way.

You were in the bathroom, sitting in the tub, scrubbing Miguel’s blood off of your hands when you hear your roommate knocking. “T? Tommie, I got your text. Are you okay?” She asks behind the door. “Yeah.” You lie as you watch the clear water turn crimson.

You had left multiple messages and voicemails to Miguel and yet he hasn’t answered. You played over a million and one different scenarios in your head of what could’ve happed to your boyfriend and all of them were terrible.

“Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.” You chant as you let the water down the drain. You wrap yourself in a towel and ignore your reflection in the mirror. Once you’re dried off you leave the bathroom and go straight to your room, ignoring Erica.

You close the door and let the towel drop to the floor. You grab a pair of boxer shorts and you grab one of Miguel’s T shirts he had left behind. You pull that on and you inhale it as you lay in the center of your bed.

A small scratch to your door makes you sit up. You get out of bed and open the door to see Milo. You scoop him up and close the door back. He purrs and grabs your fingers so you can pet him.

“Do you think he’s okay? I mean Miguel has to be, he is a big guy. Yeah he has to be okay.” You say as you sit on your bed.

You bite your bottom lip to keep from crying but it’s too late, the tears just come. “You know I think the sad part is that I’m relying on a costumed stranger to bring Miguel back to me. It’s sad but I have hope. All I have is hope.”

Milo leaps out of your arms and claws at your door. You feel sad because now even the kitten wants to leave you. You open the door for him to leave and go to close it.

“Amor?” You hear his voice and you look up to see those eyes. “Mig-” You cut your own self off and throw your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you as well and he walks you back into your room, kicking the door closed.

“I thought-”

“I know, I’m sorry. We got separated and I couldn’t find you. But I’m here.” You feel the water works coming down again. “I was scared. I was scared and I thought the worse for you. I thought I was going to get a call that you were-” Miguel stops you. “I am okay, amor. I am back with you. I’m home.” He looks down at you and he wipes the tears from your eyes.

“Are you staying over?” You ask, holding onto him tighter. “Yes, I’m staying over. Now come get into bed. Have you eaten?”

You shake your head as he leads you to the bed. “I can cook you something.” He offers. “I’m not hungry right now.” You can tell he wants to say something but he just takes off his pants and shoes, then gets in the bed with you.

He pulls you on top of him and you lay your head on his chest. “Tell me about your day.” Miguel says as he plays in your curls. You shrug.

“Well other than thinking the worse for my boyfriend, my day was decent. Mr Stark is thinking about doing a business deal with an overseas partner. His son, Tony, he keeps showing up at the office and I know it’s so he can ask me out. And I keep telling him I have a boyfriend.”

“Should I pop up there one day?” Miguel asks. “No, Tony is harmless. I can handle him. Oh I should probably thank Spider-Man. He made sure you came back to me.” Miguel’s body seems to relax as he kisses your head.

“Really? So you got to meet the guy in tights?” You nod. “Yep, he was pretty cool. I wonder if he has a girlfriend.” Miguel flips you off of him and pins you down, causing you to giggle.

“Ahora lo vas a conseguir, mi amor.” He tickles you and you yelp out in laugher. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You laugh out. “You better be.” Miguel then pins your hands above your head with one hand and with the other he cups your chin and kisses you. “Mmm, I don’t like sharing. So you’re all mine.” He says as he pulls at your lip.

“I’m all yours.” You moan out. You then feel his bulge on top of you. He leans back a bit and looks at you. “I should get up.” He says as he grinds his bulge against you. You wrap your legs around him and nod. “You should, you should get up.”

“And I shouldn’t do this.” He positions his dick against the now wet spot of your boxer shorts and he rubs it deep, getting a lustful eye roll. “No, you shouldn’t do that.” You open your legs wider and move your hips, to get more friction.

“And I shouldn’t be doing this either.” He releases your hands and he lifts your shirt, letting your perky breasts get some air. He flicks his tongue across your right nipple and pinches the other.

You feel yourself squirming under him and you want him to lick every inch of your body.

“Don’t stop doing that.” You whimper as he sucks your left breast and massages the right. “Mi dulce novia, such a sweet sweet girl you are.” He kisses each breast and he sits up. “Stay still.” He tells you as he moves down the bed.

You watch him as he yanks your boxer shorts off and he rubs your lips together. Your spread your legs wide for him and he looks at what’s between your thighs. “God your scent is so intoxicating, mi amor.” He takes the tip of his tongue and he traces your inner lips.

You know he said stay still but you buck your hips a little so his face was deeper between your thighs. “Mmm, don’t do that again.” He grips your thighs and dips his tongue inside of you deeper.

“I…I can’t help it.” You moan out as you watch him. “Yes you can. Be a good girl for me and take it.” Miguel lets your thighs go and he massages your breasts as he continues to licks and sucks your center.

Your head falls back as you let out a silent cry. He licks you deeper and lets his fangs graze over your sensitive lips. “Don’t stop, just please don’t stop.” You moan as you grip the sheets. “Mmm, I won’t.” Miguel twirls his tongue around your clit and he gives a slow and hard suck.

That causes a hum in your lower stomach. You sit up and you groan for him to do that again. He looks up at you and holds your hips now. He sucks and shakes his head at the same time causing you to whimper and groan. You tell him how good it feels, you moan out how you want him to keep going till you make a mess of his beautiful face.

He obeys and he sloppily sucks and licks your clit. It jumps and you can’t help but buck your hips as he’s trying to hold you still. “Mmm not yet.” He moans against your lips. You don’t listen, you grab his hair and you start to fuck his mouth.

You don’t even care about the consequences, you just want to come. He sucks and groans as you whine that you’re coming. Your legs jerk and shake as you come hard against his mouth. When you finish climaxing you let Miguel go and he looks at you. His chin was wet and he had drool and cum on his lips.

Instantly you were throbbing. God this man was turning you into a nymphomaniac. “You want more, don’t you?” Miguel asks as he gets up off of his knees. You nod and lean forward to reach for him but he yanks you back and shakes his head.

“On no, no, no. Only good girls get to have a taste. I told you not yet and yet…you took it upon yourself to come all over my face and make this mess. Now what should I do with you?” He says as he leans his lips close to you.

“Whatever you want.” You say with a smile. He nods slowly. “Whatever I want? I want to fuck that smile off of your pretty face. Giro de vuelta, Tommie. Put your head on the pillow and keep this ass up.” You turn and as he pushes your head down, he props your ass up and he spanks it.

You let out a moan and he yanks your head back. “You said whatever I want to do right? Well I’m going to pound this pretty pussy into the mattress and come deep. And after I come deep I’m going to fuck that come deeper inside of you. Now if this gets too much, you know the safe word right?” You try to nod but can’t. “Usa tus palabras, princesa.” He says in your ear. “Spider, the safe word is spid-” He moves your head back down onto the pillow and you hear him yank his boxers down and he slides in deep. Not letting you get adjusted to his size.

You bite the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Next time, fuck. Next time you’ll listen. Right Tommie?” He pounds into you quickly and you moan out something that sounds like a yes. But you were fuck drunk right now.

“You like being my good princesa. Don’t you?” He goes faster and you arch your back as he palms you open and goes deeper. God this man was going to split you open, but you didn’t care. You liked this. No you loved this. You loved how Miguel could make passionate love to you one second and then fuck you senseless the next.

“I do…I do.” You manage to moan out. He pounds you harder, causing his weight to fall on you. Your legs give out and you just take being fucked into the mattress. “Oh god, you feel so good. This pussy was made for me. God put you on this earth for me.” Miguel moans in your ear as he grips you. Again you were going to come. You feel yourself clench around him and he makes your entire bed shake.

Everyone in the building could probably hear you. But did you care? Fuck no.

You let out a moan but Miguel covers your mouth and grunts. You feel him fill your guts with his seed and you bite down on his hand from pleasure. He stills and you both were breathing hard. “Don’t think I’m done, I said I was going to fuck the cum deeper inside of you.” Miguel says as he kisses and bites at your neck.

••••

It was around 4am when you crawl out of bed. Miguel was sleeping peacefully and you had to get something to drink. You grab two water bottles from the fridge and decide on a small snack. Miguel did take a lot out of you.

You smile to yourself as you grab some grapes from the fridge. As you wash them off you notice something red under your nails. You look at them and that’s when you remember. Miguel was hurt. You had his blood on your hands. You put the grapes back in the fridge and you start back to your bedroom. As you go to open the door you hear Miguel’s voice. But it sounds like he’s talking to someone.

“…she’s safe and that’s all that matters…look Lyla I need you to make sure that the door stays closed for as long as possible. I can’t have her getting hurt because of me.”

Who is he talking to? Who’s Lyla?

You try to listen in again but whoever he was talking to must be speaking because you couldn’t hear a thing.

Your shoulder hits the door and you hear Miguel go silent. “Amor?” He calls out to you. You pretend that you were sleepy and you open the door. “Sorry if I woke you. I was just getting some water.” He gives you a smile. “It’s fine, come back to bed.”

You crawl back in beside him and you wrap your arms around him, just to check something. “Miguel, how are you feeling?” You ask. “I’m feeling great because I have you in my arms, mi corazón.” He kisses your temple and you both settle in the bed.

You give a gentle squeeze and watch his reaction. When he doesn’t react you frown. You know that Miguel was hurt at the restaurant. You have his dried blood under your fingernails to prove it. So how is it that he is fine? And what was he talking about before you had entered the room?

It was time to do a personal investigation on your boyfriend because somethings just wasn’t adding up to you.

••••

You had came up with a plan to check on Miguel but you needed some help. You and Erica were in the living room as she was finishing up with your goddess braids. “Last one.” She says as she combs out your long curl and gets the braid started.

“Erica we’re good friends right?” You ask as she raises her brow at you. “Girl now you know we are. Why else would I be braiding your wide head for free?” You roll your eyes at her comment and mutter that your head is normal size.

“Anyways, I was asking because there’s something about Miguel that just isn’t adding up.” She pauses after you says that. “Saint Miguel? The Miguel that had been over here every night keeping you company? Girl what’s up?” She keeps braiding and you sigh.

“He has secrets, and I just…I want to know. So I was thinking maybe we can…spyonhim.” You say in a rushed tone.

“Let me get this straight, you want to spy on your boyfriend to see what he’s hiding?” You nod and she hums.

“Let me finish this braid and then we can get ready.” You were shocked. “Wait, it’s just that easy?”

“Yeah, T it is. After I’m done I’m gonna get some wigs and I’ll do our make up. Can’t have your man out here catching us.” You go to hug her but she pops you in the forehead. “Sit your wide head back down, before this braid comes out crooked.”

•••

You two were downtown and you had spotted Miguel coming out of a book store. “Should we go see what he was looking at?” You whisper to Erica. “No, we already know. He was looking at some books, now come on before we lose him.” You two get up and keep a far distance from him.

Even though you two were far back, you still felt nervous. What if he caught you two following him? Sure Erica had a red wig on and you had on a blonde one. And yes your makeup was done in a way where he couldn’t recognize you two.

But still, there was just something about you that would sure enough make Miguel see and pick you out of the crowd.

Miguel was just now walking into a building that looked like a college. You both follow inside and you see him getting on an elevator. “Erica come on!” You take off running which you instantly regret because he had held the door open for you.

“No, no, I can wait.” You say in a fake accent. “Miss it’s no problem. There’s plenty of room.” Miguel tells you. You get on but keep your back to him and you keep your shades on.

“Nice weather today.” He comments. “Mhm.” You say as you press the button to open the door. “You know miss, pressing that button isn’t going to get you to your destination any faster. And if I seem like bad company, I’m truly sorry.”

You stop pressing the button and sigh. “I just have an important engagement to get to. And…you seem like a nice man. I’m sure your girlfriend or boyfriend is lucky.” You say to test him.

“Actually I’m the lucky one. I get to wake up everyday knowing that my girlfriend makes my day. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and if she will have me then I hope to make her my wife one day.”

The guilt hits you like a freight train and the elevator dings on the floor you wanted to fake get off on. “I’m sure you’ll make a great husband then.” You say over your shoulder.

“Oh and amor?” You turn out of reflex and hum. “Ye-shit.” He laughs and he plucks your shades off. “How did you know it was me?” You ask as you look at your feet.

“Amor, I have been on top of you, under you. And engulfed in your scent. Did you think you could just disguise yourself and I wouldn’t know? Besides your hips they settle in a way that only you can do when you stand.”

You look up at Miguel and frown. “What if I were just a random lady? You mean you would’ve looked still?” Miguel smiles at your pout and pressed the elevator button so it closes. “I only looked for a second, amor.”

“A second? Seems too quick to me. I feel as if you’d stare for much longer than that.” He shakes his head and he lifts your chin. “A second is all I need. Then again when it comes to you, I’d need a lifetime.”

“You’re not getting off the hook for the staring.” You say trying to stay mad. “I wouldn’t dream of you not punishing me. But before you unleashed your fury, how about I show you around my office. And be sure to tell Erica that you’ll be with me for a while.”

“How do you know Erica is with me?” You ask meekly. “Princesa, who else would join you in your crazy schemes?”

He does have a point.

“I’ll just send her a text.” You say as you pull out your phone.

When you two leave the elevator you feel like a kid in a candy story. All lab coats around working on robotic equations. You even see a lab assistant working on a mechanical leg.

“This way, Tommie.” Miguel leads you down the hall and you stop, pressing your face against the glass. “What is that?” You ask in awe. “That, is just a secret project that the higher ups are working on. If you can keep from running and looking like a gawking teen maybe I can show you.” You whip your head back. “Please!” He laughs and gently pulls you away from the glass.

He brings you to a common area and you stop because there was a white board with an equation on it. “That’s all wron-I mean it’s nothing.”

“What’s wrong, amor?” You eye the white board and he looks in that direction. “I don’t want to step on any toes but the equation is wrong. Can I?”

“Be my guest.” You walk over to the board and wipe off just the ending. “This? This right here it’s says it needs a 45 degree angle but it really needs a 37. And the volt level is off, that much voltage could kill a five ton elephant. And, yes. Give me a second.” You bite your bottom lip as you correct the equation and stand back.

“Perfect.” Miguel says behind you. “Isn’t it? I don’t know who wrote the equation but now it’s perfect. I remember when I was little my parents would sneak me into the lab with them and let me play with some of the equipment. My mother would test me on theories while my father would let me help him build this special battery. It was suppose to be a form of energy. Clean energy that would only need dirt to make it work. I would laugh because how is it clean if you need dirt? Am I right?” You turn to Miguel and he was just standing there admiring you.

“I’m talking too much, sorry.” He shakes his head. “No, Tommie. I love hearing you talk. The light in your eyes always shine brightest when you talk about your passion and your parents.” You smile and put the marker down. “My parents are the reason I think this stuff is fun. They made it fun for me…you know my dad met my mother by becoming her assistant?”

“Really?”

“Yes, he said he saw her at a summer program back in high school and he just had to know her. God it’s funny. He said he almost made the lab blow up because he wrote down the wrong equation. They made a deal, he would build and she would make sure the other work would be perfect. They…they would’ve loved you. You know. Because you are a man of science.” You close your eyes trying to keep the tears away and Miguel pulls you in. “Well I love what they left behind.”

You look up at Miguel and just stare.

Did he just admit that he loves you? There’s nothing wrong with that, but are you ready to admit that you love him too?

“You know, they have an excellent program for tech engineering. I could put in a word for you.” He says interrupting your thoughts. “Really! I mean, no, no that’s fine. You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Besides, I can keep an eye on you instead of that Tony Stark.” You scoff as he opens his office door for you. “Careful Mr O’Hara, you’re starting to sound jealous there.” He closes the door behind him and he holds you from behind.

“I told you I don’t like to share. The thought of that idiot near you…” He gives a heavy sigh. “You don’t have to worry about him. I am yours. I promise.” You turn in his arms and he twirls a strand of the wig.

“Blonde doesn’t suit me.” You comment. “I think anything you have on your body suits you. Especially me.” He wraps his arms around you and his hands spreads across your hips and ass.

“Miguel, you didn’t just bring me to your office so we could possibly have sex on your desk, did you?”

“De qué estás hablando? I brought you up here to show you something special.” He says as he squeezes your ass. “Miguel…I know that look in your eye.”

“What look, amor? I always look at you like this.” You place your hand on his chest. “Miguel, you are going to get us in trouble.” You smirk at him as he lifts you up.

“No we won’t, amor. I know what I’m doing. I’m showing you my work.” He places you on his desk and he lifts up a big manila envelope. You reach for it but he brings it out of your reach. “First things first, dame un beso.” You grab Miguel by his tie and yank him close.

“A kiss is all you want for me to look at your work?” He nods and you pull him in. “Well I better make this kiss worth it then.” You kiss him deeply and he places the envelope down and holds your body close.

You two finally break the kiss and his eyes were red. “You know, if you worked here as well, we could do this all the time. Maybe you can become my assistant.” He says as his ruby eyes searches yours.

“Well I have a policy, Mr O’Hara. I keep my business life professional. So in other words, I don’t have sex with my bosses.” You say as you look at him through your lashes.

“That’s a good policy, but maybe for me you can make an exception.” You shake your head. “No, no, sir. I can’t break my policy. What would your colleagues think?”

“I don’t care what they think, I want to see your legs in the air while I savor what’s between these delicious thighs.” Miguel leans forward which makes you lean back. “That’s not very professional. But I can see the allure in that.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yes I do. Maybe…I can make an exception. But only a small one.” You say as you gently push him back. You get off of his desk and he watches you.

“I like your desk, it’s quite spacious.” You say as you pull the chair back. “It is spacious, imagine you were under there having the time of your life. No one would ever know except the two of us.”

“Let’s test it out then.” You get on your knees and crawl under his desk. Miguel gets a big grin on his face as he unzips his pants and pulls them down to his ankles.

As he sits down you look up at him from under the desk and you stroke him with both hands. “That’s it, that’s a good girl.” Miguel moans out as you lean forward and suck just the head. You stroke him faster and just when you’re about to suck him deeper his door opens.

Miguel straitens and he glances down at you. “Amor, please.” He mouths. “Mr. O’Hara are you busy?” You hear a voice and instead of stopping you keep going.

Miguel clears his throat and shakes his head. “I have t…time.” You twirl your tongue across the head and it turns you on knowing Miguel has to show restraint while you suck him off.

“Good, I wanted to talk to you about our project. I took it up with the president of the company and he said that….”

You watch Miguel’s eyes roll back as you suck under the head. You can tell he would want nothing more than for his co worker to leave the room. So you have fun with this.

“….Mr O’Hara are you listening?” He grunts out a yes as you attempt to deep throat him. “Are you sure? I can come back later.”

“Y..yes come back later.” You hear their footsteps leave the room and the door shuts behind them. Miguel moves back and he gives you a cold glare. “Did that turn you on, amor? Knowing someone was in the room while you suck…suck me off?” You go to answer but he pushes your head back down.

“Oh no, don’t stop now. Keep going.” You open your throat and gag a bit causing him to moan. “Suck just like how you were sucking when my colleague was in the room. Fuck this mouth might get me fired.” Your eyes start to water but you take him deeper and he lets out a whimper. He places both his hand on the back of your head and starts to fuck your throat.

“Cariño, no pares. Por favor, no te detengas.” He begs as his head lolls back. You feel his pre in the back of your throat and you manage to suck down to the base.

He start moaning and stuttering in Spanish. You have no clue what he’s saying this time but you know he is in utter bliss. He lets you go and you still for a moment as he comes down your throat. You swallow all of it and when you slide him out of your mouth you were smiling.

“Come here.” He helps you off of your knees and he goes to kiss you but his door opens again.

“Oh I’m so sorry!”

“You will knock next time!” Miguel snaps at him without breaking eye contact with you. You wipe the corners of your mouth and touch his face, causing his body to relax. “It’s okay. I was just leaving. I’ll see you after work.” You stand up and Miguel would do the same if his pants weren’t at his ankles.

“You don’t have to. You can stay.” Miguel begs. “Oh no, it’s looks like you have a lot of paperwork. Besides, when you get home I’ll be sure to have dinner for you….and dessert.” You wink at him and he glares at his colleague. “What did you forget now?” He asks with annoyance in his voice.

You leave his work place and meet up with Erica in the lobby. “What happened?” She asks as you two leave outside. “He knew it was me, but I still didn’t get anything.” Erica snaps her fingers.

“I can call my cousin. You know the detective.” You hesitate. “I don’t know.” She stops you. “Girl I’ll have him do just a background check on him. Nothing crazy. It’ll put your mind at ease.” You let out a deep breathe and look up where Miguel’s office would be. You see him staring down at you and you nod. “Just to put my mind at ease.”

Previously, Next

#miguel o'hara #watsittoyah #along came a spider #along came a spider 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x tommie valentine #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x black reader #tommie valentine #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman smut #oscar issac smut #oscar issac hernandez estrada #spiderman 2099 x female reader

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so-sures-blog · 4 months ago

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Teenage Mercenary Headcanons

(Most of these are of Dayeon Yu because she's my fave character, but the Numbers are thrown in, too!)

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— Dayeon absolutely knows Ijin's secret, but she isn't confronting him because she wants him to trust her and come forward himself. Dayeon is sweet, not oblivious.

Who do you think sews the clothes whenever he gets slashed? Washed out the blood? Takes out the trash that has all his bloody bandages? She's literally seen him try to stab someone's eye out with a chopstick. Fight against experienced killers when she was kidnapped with Yeona. It only takes a quick google search to find out Dushik Cha is the biggest gangster in Seoul, Korea — and Ijin has him on speed dial. When the Congressman and his childrens' crimes broke the news, you think Dayeon didn't see it — didn't notice that with all the videos posted on the internet, only hers wasn't shown?

Ijin got a job at SW, the most prestigious company in the entire world, as a bodyguard. You have to have an extreme amount of fighting talent and skill to be able to become a bodyguard there, even as a part-timer. Normally, that would take months, years to be accepted. Nobody knew how he was scouted, not even the higher-ups. Which would mean Ijin was personally hired and got the job through connections with the CEO of SW.

The point is that Ijin is the most unsubtle person on the planet, and Dayeon is ready.

— The Numbers have tattoos! After they got initiated, they all got tattoos of their numbers. It serves as a reminder that they belong to The Camp and have no identity beyond that.

— I feel like Dayeon would be really into psychology. Being bullied by Huijin for years, I think that Dayeon would pick up behavioral cues from her as a coping mechanism. She is very observant, so I imagine she psychoanalyzes those around her to determine whether or not they are good people. I also see her use her psychology skills to translate into being a detective for learning about Ijin and the Numbers. I can picture her basically backing the Numbers into a corner and forcing them to talk about their feelings. She has a lot of impromptu therapy sessions.

— Ijin and Dayeon go to a rich kid school but live in a bad neighborhood. Yeona Sin, granddaughter of the SW CEO, goes to their school, and so did the Congressman's children, so it has to be a rich kid school. I headcannon that Grandpa Yu worked hard to send Dayeon to a good school, so that's why she goes there even though they don't have money. Also, they live in a bad neighborhood because how else would Ijin beat up high-school assholes and live within motorcycle-riding distance from Dushik Cha, Seoul's #1 gangster?

— The Numbers speak multiple languages! Being sent on multiple assignments in different continents, I feel like they would pick up different languages in order to blend in.

— Dayeon is good with first aid! It's not through want, but when she was being bullied, she had to patch up her own injuries by herself, so she became well practiced in it. And, when she was younger and first learning how to cook, she kept on getting cuts on her hands from the knife. But she didn't want her grandpa to worry and send her to the hospital for stitches, so she learned to do it herself!

(Inspired by my mother, who cut herself with a knife and promptly sewed herself up with a needle and thread with no tears or medical experience whatsoever.)

She helps heal her brother's injuries. She's not as good at stitches as Ijin is, but she insists she has to when he comes home with injuries, and it's the thought that counts, right? Also, she took it upon herself to learn CPR for her grandpa when she was really young in case he had a heart attack from his weak heart ;(

— Dayeon steals her brother's jackets and wears them around. At first, it was merely coincidence — her just grabbing the first thing when she's in a rush — but soon it becomes a habit to reach for Ijin's jacket instead of her own. They're comfy and oversized, and she loves it. Her favorite is the grey one with white armbands Ijin often wears. Ijin doesn't mind. Her wearing his jackets actually protects her more even when he is not around. He goes out and takes care of high school jerks often so that they start to recognize the clothing he beat them up in.

High-School Gangster: (sees Dayeon walking home alone innocently) Ooh, cute girl!

Gang: (goes up to harass her before pausing when they see her jacket.) Wait ...

(Recognizing Ijin's jacket, paling, and realizing that he with absolutely fuck them up if they mess with his little sister.)

Gang: (jumping the guy who pointed out Dayeon, beating him up.) You piece of shit! Don't you drag us into your goddamn death wish!

Ijin traumatized all the gangs in the area, and it's beautiful.

— Ijin and Dayeon have dimples! At first, it was only Dayeon because I researched and found dimples represent a sign of beauty and cheerfulness in many cultures, which I thought suited her perfectly. But then I wanted Ijin and Dayeon to have something in common due to resemblance, and the dimples appeared. Also, I wanted the Numbers to have that extra wow factor when they see Ijin's smile and realize he has dimples.

— Grian is a melting pot filled with orphaned children of all ethnicities. I imagined that missionaries from all countries came to Grian to try and "fix it up" before having children with the locals. Maybe the parents were killed, or they abandoned them, but the point is that most of the children there grew up orphaned before they were inducted into military camps.

— Besides Ijin and 032, all of the other Numbers are in their mid-to-late twenties. Think about it — it's been 10 years since the plane crash, and they were all teenagers when they were in the Camp. And none of them look especially older or younger.

— Ijin takes after his parents in looks. He has his mom's hair and his dad's face. You can tell he was their son just by looking at him. That's why Grandpa Yu was so emotional when Ijin came back. It was like seeing his son and daughter-in-law come alive again within his grandson. But Dayeon?

Dayeon looks exactly like her grandma, so much that sometimes it literally hurts Grandpa Yu to look at her. It almost seems like a cruel twist of fate — to leave him with the little girl that looked exactly like his wife to raise when he should've been left with Ijin, so Grandpa can still have some part of his son and daughter-in-law with him (Dayeon internalized these thoughts when she was younger).

— Dayeon knows how to do makeup! Again, this was mostly out of necessity — she had to learn how to cover up the bruises when she was being bullied. The bullies were smart enough to not go for her face, but sometimes when she fought back she'd catch a blow across the cheek — hence, she was forced to learn how to cover it up with makeup and over the years has perfected the art of hiding bruises. Sometimes, when Ijin comes home with bruises, she drags him to her room and helps him cover it up with makeup.

— Ijin and Dayeon actually have a lot of similarities and neither of them realize it. They have the same habits and quirks, and subconsciously hold the same fears of revealing their past traumas. It's honestly a bit ironic and hilarious, seeing as physically Ijin and Dayeon look nothing alike for siblings. For example, Ijin works out and goes on runs when something is weighing on his mind while Dayeon paces the floor until it is practically worn and tries to busy herself with chores.

It always makes Dayeon petulant when one of her friends or the Numbers point it out because she knows firsthand how frustrating her brother can be.

— When Yeona gets drunk she has the habit of buying an excessive amount of things for her friends. Dayeon's cold? Watch her buy a full set of expensive winter gear for her. The guys are feeling hungry? She'll clear out the entire convenience store. She has zero recollection of what she bought the next day and Hyeokjin and Jaehyeong find it hysterical when they see all of the absurd, random things she's bought. The whole group makes fun of how much money she wracked up in a single night. Seokju always has to take away her wallet beforehand whenever they go out.

— After the whole kidnapping arc with Dayeon and Yeona, Seokju took it upon himself to teach the girls some basic self defense. Mostly it's dodging and escaping holds, and they've both gotten pretty good! When they first started out, Ijin would be staring lasers at Seokju on the sidelines whenever he would handle his sister, which he felt he could personally do without. Now, Ijin helps out with the training while Yeongchan, Jaehyeong, and Hyeokjin spectate and cheer. While it irks him, the girls love it and take the opportunity to show off what they've learned.

— Jaehyeong says that he doesn’t know what he wants to be in the future, but secretly he wants to be a race car driver. He loves cars. As soon as this guy gets his hands on a license, he’ll be driving everywhere. Constantly gets pulled over for speeding tickets. If the friend group was ever in an apocalypse, Jaehyeong would be their getaway driver simply because he’s crazy behind the wheel, and can probably pull off all those stunts you see in the movies. His grandpa is the chairman of Gihyeon Motors, so you bet he’ll have access to the best vehicles there is. He’s the guy who’ll pull up to school or a McDonald’s in a sports car just to brag (he’d get it in orange, simply because it’s his signature color and he likes to be obnoxious).

Keeps his dream of being a race car driver private because he doesn’t want his family to take that away from him (which they could). So far, his plan is to complete his military requirement after high school to stall his way from the family business — because unlike Hyeokjin, he hates business — but after that he’s got nothing. However, after seeing Yeongchan pursue a career in streaming, he found he can become much more courageous in voicing his opinion of his future.

— The funniest thing about 004 is that he actually has a resting pretty face but chooses to look like a straight up sewer demon on a regular basis. 005 said once in passing that “004 can actually look good if he just shuts his mouth” and instead of taking it as a challenge of being attractive while talking like a normal person, he chose to twist his facial features into the most horrific expressions possible while spewing nonsense. Still, in the rare moments when he is calm, his face softens and you can properly see the ‘pretty boy’ face he hides behind his ‘bad boy’ exterior.

#teenage mercenary #mercenary enrollment #yu dayeon #yu ijin #sin yeona #ko seokju #lee jaehyeong #park yeongchan #ju hyeokjin #the numbers #The LOL Bandwagon Squad #headcanons #this is my dump for now ill add more later xp

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guilty-pleasures21 · 1 year ago

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Jason Todd submissive? Please I'm obsessed 😭🙏🏼 (I don't speak English, sorry Google translator JAKSKAKSKK)

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Ahh! My first request! I tried my best based on what I understood of the assignment and I really hope you like it 😅!

Also, I speak French, a little bit of Spanish, Mandarin (though it's been ages! 🫠) and Punjabi, so don't worry about having to translate these if it's easier for you! Although I'm only comfortable writing in English, so I hope this is still all right!

Also, also, I know most writers on this site write in Y/N format, so you guys can just let me know if you prefer that format or 3rd person and I can change it accordingly.

Interrogation practise

I feel like Jason wouldn't let you try to dominate him, so you'd just have to try to trick him into it 😉.

Part 1 - the interrogation

Part 2 - the revenge

Part 3 - the roleplay

Warnings: bondage, explicit descriptions of sex (male x female).

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She gave the knot a final tug, then looked up at him. “Is this okay?”

“That’s perfect, baby,” Jason assured her, shifting in position to get himself more comfortable. She stood up and moved to stand in front of him. She’d asked him to help her practise her interrogation techniques - she was always too soft when it came to questioning criminals and she wanted to learn how she could improve on her weaknesses. She’d tried asking some of the others before - Bruce, Cass, Dick - but they were all either too impatient or too violent for her tastes. And even though her boyfriend could be … a little hot-headed at times, he was always gentle when it came to her, helping her use her own unique talents to better improve her crime-fighting style.

“Okay, so, how should I start?” X asked him. Jason let his gaze trail over her body, his eyes lingering a little too long on her tanned and tone legs, bare beneath her little shorts. He dragged his gaze back up to hers, trying not to think about how very helpless he was right now, tied up to this chair in front of his pretty little girlfriend, just waiting to torture him. He shook the thought away.

“So, you want to start gentle,” he coached her patiently. “People are already scared of the big old Bat, right? So you want to convince them that it’s better for them to talk to you instead.” She nodded in understanding.

“Okay, so … What should I be trying to get out of you in this situation? Give me a storyline.” He smirked, amused by how seriously she was taking the situation. She was so cute, his sweet little girlfriend.

“Hmm … Maybe you could be trying to find out where the Riddler’s hideout is?” Jason suggested. “I could pretend to be one of his goons.”

“Okay,” she agreed. She cleared her throat, taking a moment to get into character, then raised her head again, clasping her hands behind her back and strolling over to him. “Look. You and I both know things are going to get a lot more … unpleasant when my boss gets here. So, why don’t we help each other out?”

She placed her hands on the back of his chair, bending over so that her lips were just a breath apart from his. “You tell me where the Riddler’s hiding and I’ll make sure the Batman goes easy on you.”

Jason’s lips curled at the ends as he appraised her and he raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re going to have to do a lot better than that to convince me.”

“Hmm,” X considered, her dark eyes trailing down his face and landing on his lips. “What would you like me to do for you, Mr Todd?”

F*ck. This was a bad idea. Why had he agreed to this? Oh, right: because she’d given him that pretty little look of innocence that drove him mad whenever he saw it, her dark and curly eyelashes fluttering up at him, her full and rosy lips twisted down in a pout. But shit, they’d barely started and he was already regretting his decision. He should have made them do it the other way around instead; he should have tied her up to his bed while he ‘demonstrated’ the proper technique to her. She dragged a finger down his chest, her eyes following the path she made along his hard muscles.

“What would it take …” she slid her legs on top of his, settling herself in his lap, “... for you to tell me where the Riddler is hiding?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, her breath tickling his ear as she murmured into it.

“Hmm? 'Sweetheart'?” His head fell back with pleasure as she chuckled at her own words before nipping playfully at his ear.

“Ah, f*ck!” Jason shifted in position, struggling against his binds so he could free his hands and run them all over her deliciously bare thighs. God, she was hot. X straightened and moved one hand to cup his face, her lips so close to his, but still so painfully far.

“Why won’t you tell me, Jace?” she whined, pouting at him pleadingly. Then her lips twisted into a grin and she dragged her thumb across his lip before beginning her mouth to his. “You know what I’ll do for you if you do.”

He leaned forward, meaning to kiss her, to close the distance between them and lick up the sweet taste of her. But she pulled away again and he growled in response. “X!”

X giggled and stood up, curling her fingers around his shoulder and moving to stand behind him.

“This is an interrogation, Jason,” she reminded him, bending over and sliding her hands down his chest appreciatively. He was so hot, her big and strong boyfriend. “You’ll get what you want when I say you get it.” She nipped at his ear again and he sighed, wriggling his legs to try to free his ankles from their binds. She pressed her lips to his neck, the soft moans escaping from her throat driving him crazy as she made her way down to his shoulder.

“Mmm, Jason,” she mumbled, her voice low and seductive in his ear. She straightened, her hands returning to his shoulders as she stood over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to maintain his self-control - and his control over the situation he’d landed himself in.

“Princess,” he called to her, his tone sweet, lazy - like he was the one still in charge. “Why don’t you untie me and we’ll see what we can work out?” She pursed her lips, pretending to think about it as she moved to stand in front of him again.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she admitted, grabbing his shoulders again and bending over him, her dark hair falling forward to frame her sweet face. “I’m having much more fun trying to work things out like this.”

Her eyes fell to his chest, to the sharp lines of his muscles pressing against the soft fabric of his shirt as he sat there, hands bound behind his back as he looked up at her. “It’s too bad you still have your clothes on though - we could have had so much more fun if you’d taken them off first.”

He sighed and let out another curse as she shot him a wicked smile. Then he watched as she turned around and went over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife before making her way back over to him. His heart started picking up its pace in his chest and he couldn’t decide whether he was terrified or thrilled by the idea of what she was about to do next. “Princess.”

She ignored him as she walked back over to him, her steps slow and precise. Then she grabbed the collar of his shirt and traced her knife over the soft fabric before slicing it down the centre. She stood back and licked her lips at the sight of his bare chest, setting her knife aside before climbing back on top of his lap.

“Mmm, Mr Todd!” she chuckled, running her hands down his chest and leaning forward to bring her lips to his ear. “Looks like the Riddler’s got his men working on an extensive exercise routine.” She curled her fingers around the waistband of his pants, wriggling back a little to give her hands more room, and he felt his body start to heat up in anticipation.

“Does he have a gym? At this secret hideout of his?” She traced her fingers over the outline of his cock, already starting to harden in his sweatpants, and let out another little laugh. “Maybe you could take me there sometime. How about that?” She nibbled on his neck as she slid her hand into his underwear and wrapped her fingers around his cock, sliding them up and down teasingly.

“F*ck,” Jason groaned, his head falling forward at the sensation. X pulled back to look at him, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong, Mr Todd?” she asked him, delighted to finally have the upper hand over him. “Still not convincing enough for you?” She lowered her lips to his, but continued to dodge his attempts to kiss her, chuckling when he groaned in frustration. Then she leaned forward to pull his lip between hers and sucked on it before letting him go again.

“Ah, shit!” Jason exclaimed, his breaths getting heavier as he started to become more aroused. He let out a choked gasp as she brushed her thumb over his tip and began circling it gently. “X. Don’t … Stop it, sweetheart.”

“You want me to stop?” She shook her head at the thought, lips still curled into that devious smile. “Don’t you remember what I said, Jace?”

She brought her face back to his, smirking at him in the way he’d always smirk at her when he was teasing her, pushing her to the very limits as he played with and pleasured her. “I’m in charge tonight.”

His head fell back against the seat as she continued twirling her slender fingers around his cock. He should never have agreed to this; he should have known the moment she’d asked him to help her out, that mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes as she'd gazed up at him. Had she planned this all along? Had she wanted to tie him up just so she’d be able to dominate him for a change? Dominate him in the way he’d always dominate her? X frowned, feigning confusion as she looked down at the frustrated crease between his brows.

“You’re feeling a little dry, Jace,” she informed him, removing her hand from around his c*ck and pushing herself off of him. He swallowed hard as she lowered herself to her knees and pulled his pants down, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of his cock exposed before her. “Let’s see what we can do about that, hmm?”

“X, don’t … This isn’t how an interrogation works, sweetheart,” he informed her, trying to keep his tone gentle so she wouldn’t be tempted to challenge him. She glanced up at him quickly, then fixed her gaze back on his cock, her eyes lighting up with delight.

“Hmm?” she mumbled, reaching forward to grab hold of his dick. “I’m just trying to use my strengths, Jay. Like you always tell me to do?” She turned her face up to his, grinning at the feeling of his cock throbbing in her hand. Then she leaned forward and dragged her tongue across his tip, licking him up slowly. He bit down on his tongue, trying to stop a groan from falling out at the sensation. He could do this: he’d been in much, much worse situations before and he hadn’t cracked then. There was no way he was going to give her the pleasure - the satisfaction - of knowing that she was the only one capable of breaking the unbreakable Jason Todd. No way in hell was he going to let her have this! But then she wound her tongue around his shaft, closing her mouth around him and letting out a low moan that danced along his skin. F*ck. He pressed his lips together, barely muffling the groan that managed to escape his throat.

“X, don’t … don’t …” he panted heavily, struggling against his binds as she continued sucking his cock, her pretty little mouth taking him in so nicely. She pulled her head back slowly, dragging him out of her mouth, then lowered her lips to his balls, her fingers continuing to work on his tip as she suckled on him gently.

“Don’t what, Mr Todd? Are you not enjoying this?” She licked one of his balls, curling her tongue around it before pulling it into her mouth to suck on it.

He was definitely not enjoying this - not at all! He was the one who was supposed to be dominating her; throwing her around and teasing her until she was begging him for relief, her perfect little breasts bouncing up and down as he brought her to the edge of her pleasure and back down again. He never hurt her, of course - never forced into anything she wasn’t comfortable with. But it was just one of the only times he finally felt in control of something in his life and he was f*cked if she found out how so very aroused he was right now.

She chuckled, knowing exactly how much he was enjoying it - and exactly how much he was hating the fact. She’d wanted to try it, just once, but she knew her boyfriend would never have agreed to something like this, proud as he could be. So, she’d devised this clever plan, playing into his ego to make him think that she was just so innocent and so desperate for his help. She pulled his dick back into her mouth, moaning against his tip when it hit the back of her throat before letting him go again. Then she stood up.

“Okay. You’ve had your fun,” Jason relented, the muscles in his shoulders flexing deliciously as he pulled against his binds again. “Now untie me, X.” She rearranged her features into that innocent expression that drove him crazy every time she used it on him.

“But you still haven’t told me where the Riddler’s hideout is,” she pointed out, eyes wide as she waited for his response. He huffed in irritation, his chest heaving up and down as he glared at her. He looked so hot like this, jaw clenched in anger, strands of his dark hair falling into his mossy eyes. There was no way she was going to let him go so easily - not until she was completely done having her fun! He kept his mouth shut and she shrugged. “If that’s how you want to play.”

X started taking her clothes off, taking her sweet time removing each piece of clothing and dropping them into his lap. She smirked when she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down and her eyes fell back down to his cock, the tip glistening now with the prec*m starting to leak out of it. She slid her hands up her abdomen and squeezed her breasts when she reached them, her body entirely bare before him now.

“What’s wrong, Jay? Are you gonna come all over my clothes?” She blinked at him sweetly, feigning innocence before bending over to murmur in his ear. “Why would you do that when my pretty little p*ssy is already waiting for you to fill it up?”

He let out a choked gasp at her words. “F*ck!”

She straightened and giggled at the thunderous expression on his face, his thick brows crashing together over his darkened eyes. Then she flicked her hair over her shoulder and straddled him again, wriggling her body against his as she ground her hips into his slowly.

“F*****ck,” he groaned into her neck, his dick so painfully hard for her. “Shit, baby. Faster. I need you. Now.” She twisted her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at her again.

“You just don’t listen, do you, Jason?” She flicked her tongue out, licking his lips before giggling and tugging on the skin of his neck with her teeth. “We should do something about that.” She slid her hands down his hard chest, pressing quick kisses down his neck before licking a stripe back up to his ear.

“Shit, baby. Anything. I’ll do anything you want me to.” He began thrusting his hips against hers, desperate for relief. “You want me to tell you where the Riddler’s hideout is? I’ll tell you. Gotham … museum … or whatever.” Had they agreed on a location? He couldn’t remember. And he didn’t really care, either way - all he needed was her, her tight little p*ssy clenching around his dick, her warm and wet walls squeezing him tight as he unloaded himself inside of her. She giggled as she bounced up and down on his lap, clearly delighted by how desperate he was for her. Then she took hold of his chin, tilting his face up to hers so she could look him in the eyes.

“Really? You’re not just lying to me so I’ll give you what you want?” Jason shook his head quickly, doing his best to focus on what she was saying. But f*ck, she felt good, her p*ssy already dripping for him as she waited for him to fill her up.

“No!” he reassured her. “I promise. I … Shit. Please, X. Please, sweetheart, I’ll … F*****ck.” His head fell forward as she stopped her movements, his dick pulsing and throbbing with desire. Then finally, she reached down to take hold of his cock, sliding it through her already drenched folds in preparation. He suck in a breath at the feeling of her warm and sticky c*m, then let out a grunt as she started easing him inside of her, his hips thrusting into hers as his body begged him for relief.

“Slow down, Jay!” she laughed. “You wanted to hold out against me, right? You didn’t want to give me what I wanted?” She grabbed his hair again and pulled his head back so he was forced to look up at her, at the wicked curl of her lips.

“And I asked you so nicely, too!” she continued, letting go of him and lowering her lips to his. “Should I wait? Should I just stop and wait for the Batman to come and deal with you?”

“F*ck, no! Don’t … Shit.” She wouldn’t actually stop, would she? Not when he was already halfway inside of her? “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, baby. Please, just …”

He lowered his head to her shoulder, brushing his lips along her neck and murmuring against her skin. “Come on, sweetheart. Please? I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”

“Hmm, anything?” she asked him, her body tingling at the low rumble of his voice, at the way his thick cock filled her up so very nicely. She held his head in her hands, guiding his mouth to her breast as she ground herself into him, her p*ssy pulling him deeper inside of her with every roll of her hips. She shivered as he closed his lips around her nipple, dragging his tongue around it and suckling on it in just the way he knew she liked. “Mmm, shit, Jay.”

She moaned at the way he licked and sucked on her breasts, his cock brushing up against her walls every time she moved. She slid her fingers into his hair and tugged on the strands, pulling his head back again to see that dazed look on his face again. Her nipples tingled at the way his eyes had glazed over from pleasure, his pupils so wide now that the beautiful green of his irises had disappeared almost entirely. She giggled at the sight, then pressed her lips to his, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him deeply. He raised his hips to thrust himself into her repeatedly, his dick hitting that one spot that had her curling over in ecstasy. And then she hit her breaking point, her body shuddering and shaking against him as she came. She gripped onto his shoulders, trying to maintain her balance as her p*ssy pulsed around his dick, clenching it tight and begging for him to fill her up. His hips stuttered as his c*m gushed into her, the warm and sticky liquid shooting into her vagina and leaking back out again. X whimpered at the feeling, curling herself around him and burying her face in his neck as he unloaded himself inside of her. Then finally, he leaned back against his seat, the tension leaving his body as he finally got his release.

“We … are never doing that again,” Jason panted warningly, his green eyes boring into her as she straightened. His eyes fell to her breasts as she tried to catch her breath, the beautiful mounds glistening with sweat just waiting for him to lick away.

“In that case … I guess I’d better take advantage … of right now,” she joked, delighting in the way his dick was still buried inside of her. Jason growled, baring his teeth at her in a snarl.

“X. Untie me - right now,” he demanded, not playing around anymore. X sighed and got up off of him, her body protesting at the sudden emptiness inside of her. She knelt down to undo the ties around his ankles, then moved to take care of the one binding his wrists together. He jumped up as soon as he was free, shrugging his shirt and pants off before grabbing her and lifting her up in his arms.

“Just you wait, sweetheart,” he growled in her ear, carrying her over to his bedroom. “It’s my turn now: and I don’t care if it takes me the entire night to get what I want from you.”

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yunlazia · 2 months ago

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Love you madly (P.Sh)

Pairing : Seonghwa x Back woman

Genre : Yandere Theme, Sasaeng, Mad love, Smut, Toxic, Fluff (if you squint).

Words count : 15,7k (oups)

Summary : She is really crazy… huh ?

Warnings : MDNI, Toxic love, Yandere, Rough sex, Kidnapping, Dubcon, Unprotected sex (Please don't do this), Spanking, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Obsession, Delusional. If I missed anything let me know.

A/N : I'm sorry if everything is not clear. I don't speak English at all, I just used Google translate. I really wanted to share this Smut. so I went for it.

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“I can't believe!!!” Linoa exclaimed, hugging the strongly but deliciously scented scarf to her chest.

She held Park Seonghwa's scarf in her hands. Seonghwa Park. The strong smell that emanated from it showed that he had a heavy hand on perfume. She found this detail adorable and was happy to learn more about him.

He had gotten up, forgetting her at the cafe table where he had been sitting earlier with the members of his boy band. Sitting on a table a little far from theirs, she scrutinized him as usual. But when she wanted to get back on the road to continue her session, the scarf stopped her. However, the main thing did not escape her as she rushed to get into her car and follow the group's… Seonghwa's.

Linoa was a young woman of 24, owner of her own business employing a multitude of people who lined her pockets. But above all, Linoa was obsessed and dedicated to her target. Commonly called sasaeng.

In his head, he needed to test the waters to prepare for his bright future with his soul mate. She didn't even realize that she was only taking her own feelings into account.

So on this momentum, he parked a few meters from the large residence of the Ateez group. He was so close but at the same time so far. Her pretty, discreetly made-up eyes scanned the surroundings. The sunlight reflected off an object that caught his eye.

Frowning, she walked out of the cabin towards said object. She was as discreet as possible so as not to attract anyone's attention. His eyes widened when he recognized the jewelry that was hanging from his other half's ear a few hours ago. She must have fallen under the brown's lack of attention.

She had narrowed her eyes at that earring, wanting so badly to remove it sensually with her lips while nibbling his earlobe, while he moaned deeply as he held her closer to him.

She bent down to retrieve the earring from her collection, then rushed to her car before grabbing her purse.

She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she brutally searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the thought of his bag swallowing all of his belongings. Finally, she grabbed her pencil instead.

July 6, 2022

My dear love,

I noticed during the two wonderful weeks I spent with you that you wore more perfume than necessary. Even if it's adorable, we should be light-hearted so as not to teach our children about waste.

I was also able to see your equally adorable clumsiness. Maybe it allows me to get things from you but you need to be more careful with your things my darling.

Don't worry about anything, we will be reunited very soon…

…Forever

…I promise you by my blood.

After that, she started her car and went home to complete her two-week-old collection. For two weeks, she had followed him night and day. For two weeks, she had lived only for him.

She had “met” him by chance in a very remote place in Seoul. She paid for her groceries while he walked behind her talking on the phone. Just hearing his voice made his heart jump in his chest.

The haste with which she turned to see who the voice belonged to was desperate. As soon as her eyes landed on him, there was a second flutter in his chest.

His mid-length black hair covered his forehead and his eyes but she saw his beauty perfectly. Her pretty pink lips. His straight nose, his magnificent cheekbones. His long eyelashes and perfectly trimmed eyebrows. It was unreal.

Linoa's ears rang slightly as she was stunned by the beauty of this person. Despite this, she heard the sweet name that left his captivating lips. Park Seonghwa. He said word for word “I am Park Seonghwa”.

A beautiful name that she would never forget. She remained motionless until he disappeared from her field of vision, leaving her full of various sensations. As soon as she regained consciousness, the young woman rushed in the direction where he had disappeared. But no-one.

Her first instinct, once home, was to search her name on the web. Her face lit up as she discovered his status as a public person which made her life easier when it came to finding him.

She spent a month and a half studying him online and watching for the slightest opportunity to see him again in real life. Opportunity that appeared to him two weeks ago.

Storing her new scarf and her earring in her trunk where she displayed the things she had managed to collect, she washed up on her bed. She had to get up early the next day to wait for the group outside their dormitory.

The next day did not take long to come. The slight breeze made her shiver as she realized that she had neither closed her bedroom window nor properly pulled the blanket up over her body. Again. She was so dizzy these last few days that she systematically forgot to close her window. And even when she thought she was, she wasn't.

The last days before she was finally reunited with her love were fast approaching. The day before, in the cafe where she had followed him, Seonghwa had passed very close to her while she was discreet. His telephone conversation did not even give him the opportunity to notice her.

He let his interlocutor know that at the end of the week, he would go out clubbing with the members to celebrate the end of filming Guerrilla. It was the perfect opportunity for her knowing that they would certainly privatize the place.

So she had to constantly follow them to find out more about the exact place and time. The young black girl also had to find a way to infiltrate the club. So that's what she did.

All day long, she had delighted in the way Seonghwa's thighs were perfectly molded in his skinny jeans, in his black hair that she wanted to mess up. Her lower lip was swollen and red, she had bitten it so much to contain her urge to jump on him.

The ebony hadn't been able to get anything out of her day of stalking and was very disappointed. He needed to know the location to put his plan in place. Her depression followed her to the group dormitory where she parked in her usual spot.

It was already dark, but she still hadn't moved. She was desperate for a way to find the location where the first phase of her plan would take place. Suddenly, a light bulb came on above his frizzy head. She grabbed her phone.

She knew that the Atinys would certainly help her find out the location of their little party. So she posted an announcement on the group's official fan page.

“I heard that at the end of the week Ateez would be meeting at We-Clos… any idea of their usual club?^^”

She casually left her phone in the passenger seat, grimacing at the disgusting Seonghwa fans who think they can have it. He was only hers and only needed her.

She hoped to receive a response by then. But she suspected that she most certainly wouldn't have it until the next day. So Linoa started her car and headed home. The end of the week was approaching and she couldn't miss the opportunity to have him all to herself. She wanted to take him home. Theirs.

Two days after his announcement, Linoa was urgently called to work. A very unhappy customer had requested a full refund of his purchases since the beginning of the year. A completely insane request.

The young woman was more than irritated. Not for the absurdity of the request, but rather because he had interrupted his time of day with his Park Seonghwa. She was about to pick up the silk handkerchief he had dropped when his emergency bell rang.

She would be willing to give him her business if he let her return to Seonghwa. After long minutes of complaining, the old man was escorted to the reimbursement department to explain his problem in a more calm manner

“What a waste of time !!” the black woman said indignantly, rushing towards the door of her business.

As soon as she was outside, the cold air hit her until she shivered. She was desperate. Since the announcement she had not had any response that interested her. Only “Oh the group is getting together??”; “I would really like to be with them”; “How do you know?” All incompetent. Incompetence and uselessness. This is the meaning of Atiny for her.

Even if she followed them that day, there would be no guarantee that she would be able to get in. She had to find a solution. And quick. Maybe she could…

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a person with a hood, probably a woman given his build, who almost violently stuck a sort of piece of paper against his stomach. The brute disappeared almost immediately into the crowd of people leaving.

“Hey!! What are you-“ And then it’s no use, she whispered, examining the piece of paper.

She read with annoyance what was on the paper. So boring ! An advertisement for a new restaurant that had just opened in Hongdae. She crumpled up the flyer as she walked to her car. She hoped to find Seonghwa where she left him before she was forced to leave.

But as she walked, something caught her attention. The writing on the back of the paper was difficult for her to see given how it was crumpled. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw small words that caught his attention more than they should.

She unfolded the piece of paper in a hurry as she reached her car, which she unlocked with a click before getting into it. All her attention was on the word once she put down her purse.

''Hi Atiny, I saw your post two days ago. I'm pretty sure their event is at the * club. Each time it closes it is because it is privatized by the group. I hope I helped you. An Atiny sister^^‘’

A big smile lit up the beautiful ebony face.

'Not so useless' she thought.

She then started her car to head towards the place where the small party will take place. On Gagnam.

It was 7 p.m. when she parked in front of said club. And it was currently 11 p.m. So she had time to do three rounds of the owner. She knew all the exits, emergency exits, places where the cameras weren't filming…

She had even made friends with the bartender who did not fail to let her know that the boss was looking for a barmaid. Deeming her very friendly, he let her know that he hoped to work with her.

So her new and very useful mixed-race friend took her to the owner of the club who succumbed to her perfect charm act and hired her immediately.

“There is a popular group that will privatize the salon in two days, my little one”, he said to the much more attentive young woman. “Do you think you can start today? I know it's a bit of pressure ma-”

“I can do it !!!” she said hurriedly.

The boss and his new friend let out audible laughter at what they deemed an adorable, innocent and determined little girl.

All she had to do was go see the merchant we had told her about and it was perfect.

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That's it !!! Linoa was finally there. The final phase of his plan had arrived. She was standing at the bar, in the little sleeveless pastel pink dress that was her uniform. It perfectly highlighted her pretty slim silhouette, her hollow waist, her round buttocks defined by the arch of her back and her slightly present hips.

The group barely 20 meters from her. Seonghwa was right there. In the same room as her. Her heart was beating so fast that she could feel the pulsations in her ears.

It was a small event of around thirty people. In addition to the members, there was the president of the agency, their manager, their choreographer and the staff.

As soon as they arrived, she went to their table to give them the establishment card. She had deliberately positioned herself in front of the onyx-haired man. He had watched it start his heart like a generator, and he had offered a small, polite smile.

He looked beautiful with his black hair that fell in a slight layer on the sides of his head. The young man wore a white t-shirt and tight black jeans, accessorized with his traditional leather jacket. Perfectly edible.

She obviously hadn't had the love at first sight she had hoped for. But it was only a matter of time. At the end of this evening it would just be the two of us. Finally reunited.

He was laughing with his friends and looked so happy. The young woman wanted so badly that he only looked at her. She wanted to vomit thinking about how she wasn't the one making him laugh like that. She absentmindedly prepared the orders she had written down before leaving their table early.

With the orders ready, came the first phase of his plan. She glanced at the young man who did not care about her presence. The thought made his heart contract painfully. She carefully reached under the counter and grabbed the capsule she had placed there when she arrived.

Everything then happened very quickly. She put the substance in the capsule into Seonghwa's glass, then walked towards them. A deliberately benevolent smile plastered on her pretty face. She did the service, making sure not to make a mistake.

“You are so pretty, miss!!” Wooyoung exclaimed very excitedly.

Yes, it’s true, you look so beautiful with your voluminous hair, agreed an equally excited San, holding out a shy hand towards her. Can I touch ?

The other members seemed amused by Woosan's still explosive behavior. Their childish reactions genuinely made the black girl laugh, who leaned over slightly to allow San to touch her hair. They quickly exchanged a few more words before Linoa returned to her counter.

She quickly glanced at her soul mate hoping to see she didn't really know what. Acquiescence to the compliment that had been given to him… or perhaps even jealousy. But nothing. He didn't even look at her. What was happening on her phone seemed more interesting than her.

He deserved punishment. From the moment he was finally hers, that is to say in a few hours, she would punish him severely and teach him to look only at her. But in the meantime, she will wait for the effects of the drug she put in her drink. He had just taken the first sip.

“Perfect,” she said to herself

“Are you okay, Linoa?” questioned Guesung, the Korean-African bartender, placing his hand on his bare arm.

This action startled her. No surprise, but fear. She had sudden cold sweats. She couldn't explain why or how, but fear, the feeling of being watched, anxiety assailed her suddenly.

“Y- Yes it’s going great!!” she said, forcing a smile.

“Very well, I have to go to the reserve. I come back soon.”

“Okay” she replied, not more interested than that.

“Oh and by the way!” he began, turning around. “You look so cute in your dress.”

This compliment, although it did not come from Seonghwa, touched her. So it was with her first sincere smile since she had known him that she answered him.

Thank you, my darling, she said above the music, laughing slightly, pulling her interlocutor with her laughing.

He quickly disappeared into the corridor which led to the reserve and the back of the club. The black woman turned her attention to the black-haired man. A slight smile appeared on his pink lips as he saw the singer pass his hand over his face. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Are you okay, my darling?” She said to herself as she looked at him.

He pulled lightly on the collar of his t-shirt in search of more coolness. Hot flashes. The first effect of the drug he had been advised to take.

He slowly stood up after muttering a few words to his friends from the ebony's point of view. He was probably going to the bathroom to wash his face. Completely useless thing.

The young woman saw him disappear into the corridor before stifling a slight laugh. After he disappeared from her field of vision, the young woman found herself surrounded by five KQ ent employees who were in command here and there. She was very busy with requests but still kept an eye on the hallway, waiting for him to reappear.

After a good fifteen minutes, he finally reappeared with his leather jacket, which he had probably taken off in the bathroom, in his hand. Slightly staggering. Dizziness. The second effect. We had to act quickly now. She had to get him out of the club in the next few minutes if she didn't want to complicate her mission. She had barely escaped for the services of the five people earlier.

“But where the hell is Guesung?!” she asked irritated, trying as best she could to finish the service to free herself.

She handed her drink, probably a failure given her lack of experience, to the woman who had ordered it. But her attention seemed to be captivated by something else. His gaze shifted to the people around the woman. Everyone's attention was captured by a few things she didn't understand.

She put down the glass that no one cared about anymore as she looked at the members' table. Yunho whispered a few words to a Seonghwa who looked very bad before following suit with the other members who were heading towards the main entrance.

“What is happening ?” she asked her boss who rushed past with frowning eyebrows.

He did not answer her, and followed the crowd as they left. It wasn't until the DJ cut the music that she could hear the blaring sound of the ambulance siren. His eyebrows furrowed in incomprehension. In two minutes the room was empty. The young black girl started to head towards the main entrance to see what was going on.

She stopped in her tracks when she heard whining. Suddenly everything came back to him. She almost got distracted. What a mistake !! Plus the opportunity was perfect. She turned around to see him standing. He was there. Right in front of her. In his white t-shirt, black jeans and boots of the same color.

“Help me, miss,” he whispered, his head in his hand, throwing himself into the wolf’s mouth. Please, he whined.

She saw him moving towards the corridor where he had disappeared earlier.

“What's happening to you, sir?” she asked falsely worried as she rushed towards him.

She took the opportunity to place her hand on his arm. This contact that she had dreamed of for more than a month created a profound exhilaration in her.

“Help me…” he said with difficulty.

The young woman rushed to the seat where he was, grabbing her leather jacket before heading towards him. It would be a shame not to see him in it again. It suits him so well. She helped him move by directing him towards the back of the club where his car was parked.

She pulled him into her car. The poor man had no choice but to follow her given the state in which she had deliberately put him. He was moving forward without suspecting the danger. She felt her weight sag as they moved forward.

The young woman made him sit on the passenger side to keep an eye on him during the trip. He shouldn't have fallen asleep. It was physically impossible for her to carry him from her car inside her house.

“Don’t fall asleep, my love,” she said, patting her thigh with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other. We are almost there.

The young man's head wobbled in all directions. The moment of the third and final effect had arrived. Loss of consciousness.

Fortunately, he was still moving a little when the car pulled into the driveway of his house. She parked as close to the front door as possible.

She grabbed her jacket from the back seat, then rushed to the young man's side to open his door. She whispered encouraging words to him as she put her arm over his shoulder so he could lean on her.

Long minutes of exercises had passed. But now they were upstairs. Seonghwa installed on a chair next to Linoa's bed, who was trying to tie her hands behind her back with one of her scarves. He had lost consciousness just as she had placed him on the chair, his head tilted forward.

Finishing tying him up, the young woman began to wonder what she could do by the time he woke up, probably the next day. She was not able to sleep with Le Park Seonghwa in her room. It was simply impossible.

" I finally succeeded.” she exclaimed, picking up the young man's black leather jacket which had fallen to the ground while trying to seat him on the chair.

As he retrieved the jacket, the sound of something hitting the ground caught his attention. She bent down to pick up the object…

“What is…”

It was a pen. A black pen engraved with initials.

Flashback

She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she roughly searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at his bag swallowing all his belongings. Finally she grabbed her pencil instead.

Incomprehension and obliging curiosity, his fingers began to feel around the pockets of the jacket before diving into a pocket. She took out a blue barrette. Not just any one.

Her hair barrette that she received for her 16th birthday from her father. She still remembered the pain she felt when she lost him two years ago.

“What the fuck ?”

She turned slowly and carefully to face the limp body of the man she had kidnapped. She felt cold sweat running down her back as she saw him there in the darkness. The room was only illuminated by the moon's rays.

Suddenly the black woman's stomach contracted in fear. His figure was moving. Like slight jerks up and down. Then a light laugh reached his ears. His heart began to pound and an unpleasant shiver covered his body.

The laughter became more audible as his body moved more honestly at the same pace. He raised his head and burst out laughing in earnest, locking his dark eyes into those of the terrified young woman. There was nothing angelic about his laugh, quite the contrary.

“Good evening, my little Linoa” he said in his dark voice after calming down. “You took a long time.”

He said the last sentence as he stood up from his chair, as he let the scarf previously tied on his wrist meet the floor. The young woman was frozen. She couldn't move anymore. Her legs trembled in the face of the man who was moving slowly towards her.

“Why did it take you so long?” asked his dark voice. “It's because of him ?!” he continued with furrowed brows. “Huh little girl?!”

Why did you let him touch you when only I could do it, he continued, still moving towards her. Hm?

The young woman didn't understand a word he said. Who was he talking about? She wanted to ask him so much, but the painful lump in her throat took away her ability to speak.

“I had another diversion planned, you know my love?” he narrated, smiling slightly at her with a dreamy expression plastered on his handsome face. “Knowing full well that you would have no way of bringing me with you if I didn't intervene.”

“But that asshole bartender became the perfect opportunity,” he added with a sick smile on his face as his tongue briefly passed over her lower lip.

Guesung? What was he doing there? Suddenly the young woman remembered that she had not seen him since he went to the reserve. His fear increased when he thought that perhaps it had something to do with the ambulance that had emptied the room.

“You have no idea how enjoyable it was to take away his fucking satisfied expression after you dared to give him a nickname that was rightfully mine”, he went from an expression of ecstasy to a look of pure anger from the beginning to the end of his sentence. “Hit him again and again…and again!!!! Until he saw his blood flowing,” he continued, his teeth gritted with rage. “It was the only way for him to atone for his sins for even daring to lay his dirty paws on what is mine.”

His moods were constantly changing. She was facing a madman. And she was really, really scared.

He scrutinized every little detail of her body, from the smallest hair to the soles of her feet with a chilling concentration. He only stopped his steps when their busts touched. As they did so, a pleasant well-being passed through them and a shiver covered them from head to toe. He towered over her by at least a head.

When he raised his hand to her face, the young black girl stiffened with apprehension but also with an incomprehensible impatience. How can I say that this man was disturbing… and attractive?

“It's so good to be able to touch you while your pretty eyes are open and looking at me” he breathed with a calmer tone, gently caressing her face. “My precious Linoa.”

What ?! What did he mean by talking about his eyes being open? A deeper terror seized the young woman. What was she getting into? She was dying to get help. His eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.

Flashback

“I-I… Wh-”, she tried, her voice trembling as she felt her legs becoming feverish and her throat tightening further.

“It’s very annoying when you close your windows, you know, my precious Linoa” he interrupted“. It really hurts me. Sometimes I even have the impression that you don't want to let me into your room” he said, looking at her sadly. “But when I see you, I realize how real it is between us. Especially when I see the things I left for you, proudly displayed in the room” he continued with a smirk, letting his large hand slide up to her neck. “You are so pretty” he added, looking far into her eyes.

She shuddered pleasantly at his touch, but was swallowed up by the overflow of information assailing her. What did he want to talk about? She was the one pulling the strings from the start. No ? What could possibly have happened?!

“You must be wondering what's going on”he continued, stifling an amused laugh, ignoring her frightened expression.

As if he was reading her thoughts.

“What if you let me explain?” he questioned, leaning his face very close to hers.

His expression showed without any filter madness, love, adoration, desire, idolatry. But also something dangerous and extremely dominant. Who was this man she brought home? Tears passed through the barrier of her pretty hazel eyes.

“L-…Leave please…please sir…” her words were interrupted between his hiccups and her feeling of terror.

Her feeling of fear doubled when she heard the audible laughter of the brown in front of her. A chilling, crazy laugh.

“Sir ?” he asked with the same sinister laugh. “I am no longer your love Linoa?” he added, making the black woman's stomach contract. “You can’t even imagine how happy you made me by saying it” he explained euphorically. “Can you say it again? Hm? Say it again little girl!” he hissed harshly, sliding his fingers around the young woman's dark neck, without applying pressure, enjoying the goosebumps forming there.

“Y-You were drugged it’s impossible-”

“I didn't drink your shit, pretty little Linoa” he cut in sharply, hooking his free hand on the arch of her back, pulling her closer to him. “You are so predictable.”

The young woman's heart stopped for half a second. The fear this man inspired in him grew with each second, with each revelation. She no longer knew why she wanted him for herself. She realized all too violently that she didn't actually know anything about him. But he seemed to know a thing or two about her.

“What’s wrong, my pearl?” he asked, leaning closer to her.

They were so close that each felt the other's breath on their faces. The jerky breathing of the young black girl on the milky skin of the singer who had the impression of finally breathing normally.

“You cry ?” he continued. “Disappointingly” his hand descended on the black girl's round buttock, more responsive than she would like. “Lingering there he barely suppressed a moan at the sensation, before stopping on her right hip. I thought you would only cry at your sixth orgasm, little girl” he added, delicately placing his lips on her cheeks where her tears were flowing, making the hazel eyes of the youngest by a few months open wide.

When he pulled back, she saw him pass his tongue over his lips, no doubt to collect the tears he had kissed away. Her tears redoubled. She would so much like to run away from this room, from this house, from him. But she was like pressed by her imposing aura which prevented her from making the slightest movement.

And that was without counting his grip on her neck and hip. Like a bird in the fowler's net. Her body shuddered despite herself when she felt her interlocutor's lips press against her right ear. She hadn't even seen him come closer.

“Seeing you squirm beneath me,” he continued, pressing her hip in his large left hand. “Screaming at me that it's way too much for your tiny body. But your pretty pussy,” he added, bringing her closer to his pelvis, “she will beg me to fuck her mercilessly. Damn I bet she fits so well around me Linoa.”

“I- Y… You’re just a sick person. Perverted at that” she sobbed. “Let me go” she continued, trying to push him away. “Will you-”

His sentence hung in the air as the Korean's fingers exerted a slight but sudden pressure around his neck. The pressure was enough to make her raise her head to meet his displeased gaze.

“Are you trying to annoy me, Linoa?” he asked darkly.

The look he gave her dissuaded her from any protest. The strength she had miraculously found to stand up to him dissipated as quickly as it had come.

“Huh?” he insisted.

She shook her head frantically in denial, making him hum contentedly in response. His smile softens along with his grip on his neck.

“You are so beautiful” he breathed, his eyes full of stars, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “None of them ever deserved you” he added, a touch of anger settling in his dark eyes.

The young woman gave herself a mental slap to chase away her thoughts focused on the beautiful deep voice of her torment today more than yesterday. But his thoughts quickly turned to the gradually rising words. So she was unsure of herself and had a trembling voice as she tried to express herself.

“What are you talking about ?” she stammered.

Why was she seeing him when she had never done so before? To be honest, she didn't know either. He was so imposing that unconsciously Linoa suddenly found it disrespectful to address him as familiar. This distance irritated the brown but he remained patient. For now.

The singer released his hold on her, then gently took her hand in his larger one. He carefully led them towards the large bed of the owner of the house who had no choice but to follow him. She hadn't seen many, but enough to know that pissing him off was a terrible idea.

He sat down on the bed after moving away the chair he was sitting on earlier. Linoa wasn't sure what movements she should make and had questions. Her questions were interrupted by the large hand of the Korean who pulled her onto his left thigh before wrapping his arms around her.

“I'm talking about that guy who was hovering around you the day I saw you for the first time”, he began, resting his chin on the shoulder of the chilly young woman, “a kind of brainless jock from your college”. . “The one from your internship a year later.” “Ah!” he exclaimed, “and the one who invited you to his frat party before standing you up. Tss what a coward!!” he chuckled condescendingly. “A few blows and he drops the most beautiful thing in this world. Also the binoculars who thought he had a chance of approaching you without losing his pretty glasses that his mama gave him”, he finished, stifling a laugh.

The young woman's face fell as she heard these new revelations. She remembered everyone he mentioned perfectly. They all started by talking to him, creating affection between them before no longer speaking to him or even looking at him from one day to the next.

She still remembered the cruel lack of confidence she had to fight after experiencing this situation not once or twice. But enough to force her to hold on tightly when she wanted a person. Even if it means stepping outside the line of reasonableness.

“But how can you-”

“Well it’s simple”, he interrupted…again. “They all wanted something that was already promised elsewhere. You understand ?” he asked softly, moving his hand up to her cheek. “Huh my baby?” he let his hand fall absently - or not - on the young woman's thigh exposed by the roll-up of her dress.

“You!” he demanded firmly, squeezing her bare thigh between his long fingers. “You don't want your soul mate, Linoa,” his deep voice whispered against his shoulder.

The young woman sighed softly, closing her eyes to give herself more composure. Was she shocked by what he showed her? There was no doubt about it. Was she scared? Absolutely ! Was she angry? Yes. But did he have a monster effect on her? Fuck yes.

His voice, his fingers deliberately brushing her exposed skin, the look he gave her. Despite his inscrutable attitude, his eyes told him a lot of things.

“You were saying ?” he asked softly against her ear, bringing her out of her thoughts at the same time as her hairs stood on end.

“W… well y-you she stammers. “You made me understand that you come at night”, she paused, “when I am sleeping”.

She slowly turned her face to meet his attentive gaze. Her black hair lightly covered her equally black eyes which shone with adoration.

“Did… you do bad things to me while I was sleeping? ”she asked in an almost inaudible tone with a lump in her stomach as she searched his eyes.

She felt him tense at her words. Her heart sank and she immediately regretted her words when she saw the look of the young man in front of her. He wore an expression that was both hurt and imperceptibly panicked.

“What ? No. Hells no” he said with a frown. “I would never dare Linoa.”

“I-”

“Do you really believe me like that?” he continued with a pained pout on his face.

…she didn't say anything doubtful since he had proven to her in less than an hour that she didn't know him at all.

“Okay, I touched your breasts once” he admitted, looking perversely at her chest. “Just once” he insisted, catching her gaze again.

The young woman frowned, looking at him in shock. He said it like it was normal.

“But in my defense, I couldn't help it”, he said slightly defensively, seeing her outraged look as he raised both hands in the air. “It's you there too. What's the idea of wearing such a thin top when you point to my lightest touch? Even in your sleep” he added with a smirk as his hands returned to her waist and thigh.

“I never hurt you, my precious Linoa” he added, letting his eyes convince her. “I preferred to wait until it was you who begged me to take you” he whispered, tracing circles with his thumb against her thigh.

If Linoa could blush, she would already be crimson. He really wasn't short of air. But he also didn't fail to make her panties slightly damp with his voice and his touches. And that was without counting his look and his devastating physique.

“Who clings to me to satisfy your need for me to fuck you-“

Linoa's little hand pressed against the Korean's lips to silence him. He was surprised by his gesture but not by the shiver that covered him for such minimal contact. He had always reacted quickly when it came to her. He knew it well.

Once he recovered, he burst out laughing happily at the shocked expression of the incredulous young woman. Linoa's heart burned at this vision. He had a childish laugh that would make anyone’s heart sink. And even more so his.

“I-”

“Other questions ?” he said softly in an attempt to get her out of her embarrassment, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.

Surprisingly the atmosphere relaxed as time passed. But according to the brown's wishes, the tension rose when she said something bad without necessarily meaning to.

“How did you know me?” asked a more relaxed Linoa.

“It was five years ago” he began, looking at her with his expression neutral again. “A year before our start. That day I made the decision to drop everything related to K-Pop. I just didn't want it anymore”, he said, answering the silent question of the young woman on his lap, seeing her facial expression.

“I see yes”, she encouraged gently.

The young woman tried to get off his thigh to sit on the bed but was immediately stopped by the singer's firm grip on her body. He gave her a stern look that made her stiffen.

“I was sitting on a bench in a park, my resignation letter in my hand when you walked past me. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you. You were perfection incarnate Linoa” he praised, taking her hand and placing it against his heart. “The reaction of my heart immediately made me understand my crush on you. It was beating so fast that I thought I was having a heart attack at one point. I instantly fell in love with you in that moment… unconditionally. And the most surprising thing is that I follow Linoa a little more every day.”

The young woman's little hand tightened against the madly beating heart of her interlocutor who was looking at her with his eyes focused on her. His pounding heart caused his to violently jolt. He squeezed her hand a little tighter in his.

“You sat on a swing with a smile on your pretty lips” he narrated. “The scenery seemed to fit you and your little lime green dress perfectly. I hesitated for a long… really long time to come and talk to you. But you would have seen me at the time” he paused as if to repress the pain of that moment as if the events were from the day before, “I didn't deserve to talk to a girl as pretty as you.”

“So I looked at you, then my resignation letter, then you again. So I understood two things. That you deserved a person who could give you the world, first. Since, for us to finally be reunited, it had to be you who came to me, exactly like today. So I worked hard to make a name for myself. I knew it would be easy for you to find me with a public name. So I managed to reach the summit with my group to finally be closer to you. But if you want me to be completely honest, I don't think I deserve you even today. But for now, I really can't let you slip through my fingers, my love.”

He finished his sentence by placing his hand previously on his chest against his cheek before looking at her with a childish smile.

“You are my everything Linoa. I love you to death. I love you more than anything in the world, he whispered with his painfully loving gaze. You are my reason for living and I despair of love for you. If you end our relationship, I don't know what will become of me, Linoa,” he explained, his face neutral again. “But I know I can never let you go. Never Linoa, he insisted again on her first name.”

The young woman's heart, which had not stopped beating frantically, missed a beat before starting again with a vengeance. But what relationship? She felt a mix of contradictory feelings. She was scared but would be lying if she said these statements weren't what she'd wanted to hear for several weeks.

“I had to ask a homeless person to give you where to find me this evening, the same for the customer who brought you back to the meeting point with the homeless person” he recounted again.

The confusion, the fear, the cold sweats. The young woman experienced several sensations as the pieces of the puzzle came together.

I could smell you the second I walked into that club to“night. Lovely in your pretty pink Linoa dress, he said nonchalantly. I almost lost control, he took a deep breath as if to give himself restraint, even more so when you approached our table, he paused, when you leaned over, when you looked at me, said” he quietly, “or when you talked to others instead of talking to me,” he continued through gritted teeth. “You drive Me crazy”.

It was an understatement to say it.

“That night” he said with a smirk as if he were nostalgic. “This evening when it was finally the moment when you see me.” “I’m Park Seonghwa,” he imitated, watching the young woman’s expression fade. “Nobody says that, Linoa” he added, making fun of her, “you are so naive”. “I knew you would automatically react to my voice. Not only because you're predictable” he began, “but also because of how you react to my voice every night, right here in your sleep”. “Hmm what you could do to make me shiver and quiver just at the sound of my voice, little Linoa. I could have taken you there, in your sleep” he whispered, leaning closer to her.

“But how-”

“Of course I had to let you come to me my love” he cut in, appreciating her shocked expression. “But I knew perfectly well that you wouldn't be able to do it alone. You needed me. You need me Linoa.”

He stopped talking and looked at her facial features with indescribable concentration. His fingers let go of the black woman's hand that he held against his cheek, to brush a few strands of hair from his forehead.

“But I'm here now”, he breathed softly, letting his fingers slide down her face. “Forever my little Linoa.”

Why did he insist so much on his first name? She could read all the madness and sincerity in his eyes. His eyes were almost pleading as he silently asked her to love him the way he loved her. She was dying to give him what he asked for. But was it reasonable? She asked herself this question but did not know, at the moment, that Park Seonghwa always got everything he wanted. And he wanted her more than anything.

The new silence charged the air with electricity. They lost themselves in each other's eyes, Seonghwa more than her. He was propelled into the very sphere of all the adoration he had for her. Damn he loved her. Over all.

His fingers caressing her bronze skin higher and higher gradually reduced the black woman's common sense. The brown's eyes, shining with admiration, fluttered slowly as he drowned in hers. His touch on her thighs made the black girl's suddenly hard nipples visible through her light dress. He had said it. She pointed at the lightest of her touches.

The young man's breathing became heavy as he noticed the absence of a bra, at the same time as his hand passed under the fabric of the young woman's pastel pink dress. Surprised, she hurriedly grabbed his wrist. After this gesture, she stiffened, worried that she had irritated him. But his lustful gaze accessorized with his dilated pupils made it clear that he was in another world.

He tilted his head, then nestled his face in the neck in front of him before inhaling deeply her scent that he smelled every night but which made him a little crazier each time… literally. His lips pressed gently against her sensitive skin immediately creating a reaction from them.

“Linoa” he whispered in a burning tone as he brought her closer to him, helped by his left hand on her thin waist.

He kissed her neck sensually and his hand moved the one on her wrist to the base of her hair at the nape of her neck. He needed her to touch him. The young woman's sighs encouraging him, he firmly grabbed her thigh to bring her even closer, reducing the already non-existent space between them.

The black girl's breath hitched as he sank his teeth into her skin, damp from the assault his tongue brought upon it. A violent goosebumps covered the thin body of the ebony. The kisses against his neck became more demanding, leading the young man to tilt his partner's head for more access. He growled with pride at the sight of his skin covered in numerous purplish marks.

His grip tightened on her waist and thigh as he growled before diving back onto her neck. The tension of pure lust that emanated from him, since they were in this position, gradually seeped into the black girl's body.

Seonghwa's right hand passed in a gentle touch over the fabric of her dress. She went up along her thigh, her hip then over her waist, the curve of her breast, her collarbone before firmly grasping her chin between her long fingers. Without difficulty, he pulled her face towards his then voraciously caught her small lips between his.

A low growl left his chest at the first feeling of his lips against his. His senses were in effusion and the beating of his heart exploded the barometer. The happiness that filled his vital organ was beyond anything he could have thought, however great his imagination.

The young woman released a sigh of well-being while her fingers tightened in the male's onyx hair. Their mouths molded perfectly against each other, as if they had been made for each other.

The young woman's immediate responses immediately made her already burning lower abdomen contract. His clumsy movement excited the hungry brown more. Linoa let herself be gently charmed by his touch.

Their lips moved slowly against each other for a moment before Seonghwa shoved his tongue shamelessly into her mouth, exploring her like he owned her. The young woman's surprise made her sigh and her senses grew foggy. His free hand rested on the singer's chest to try to calm his wobbles. It was the brown's turn to shiver at this contact.

In the blink of an eye, Linoa found herself on her back. Her slight cry of surprise greatly amused the male above her. His crazy eyes scrutinized her. She was lying beneath him, her neck full of marks and her hair slightly tangled from their sudden encounter with his sheets. She was there, wide awake for him. Finally !

“Look at your pretty hair,” his deep voice said, grabbing a scrunchie from his nightstand next to the bed. They're all disheveled. But legitimately this time, he growled, skillfully gathering them into a high bun, as if he had been doing it all his life. Earlier you let someone else touch them. Right in front of me. You are so mean Linoa, he hissed with furrowed eyebrows.

“Huh… I-”

“Shh!” He ordered, placing his large hand over her mouth to silence her. “You deserve me to show you that you are only mine, little girl,” he concluded, running his tongue over the shell of her ear as he enjoyed the goosebumps forming there.

Suddenly reality hit her like a painful slap. She hadn't been with the man she loved for over a month. No. She was with a completely crazy manipulator who had schemed to get her to do crazy things.

She had to fight intensely against the feelings and sensations that should have left her the second she realized who he was. She closed her eyes tightly at the feeling of the Korean's large hand pushing her dress up her thigh. But determined to be sensible, she squirmed in protest and managed to sweep a hand across her face.

“No” she protested. “I don’t want. We… We can't do this,” she stammered.

The laugh, as amused as it was sinister, from his interlocutor echoing in the room made his blood run cold. He suddenly grabbed her jaw then locked his dark gaze into her hazel ones. The hint of irritation he was trying to calm was seen in his eyes, making the young black girl swallow.

“I can do whatever I wan”t, he said in his deep voice, “and I wanna fuck you. As if it was my last day on earth.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, he grabbed the fabric of her little dress at her thighs. With skillful pressure, he broke the fabric in two revealing the body covered only by the dark blue panties of the young woman with widened eyes. He wasted no time in ridding his body of the tattered dress which quickly met the ground. His eyes shone at his body. He did not see a naked body for carnal pleasure. He saw the woman he loved most in the world in her simplest form. And this sight filled his heart with love.

Anticipating his movement to hide, the brown grabbed his wrists as they rose before pinning them on either side of his head. He licked his lips, squinting at her small round breasts that he was seeing for the first time, while his breathing quickened. He had imagined them countless times, but the reality was much better.

“Don't hide your pretty breasts from me, baby” he whispered after leaning very close to her face. You are breathtaking. “Although I would have preferred you in your white lace panties.”

His hot breath tickled the lips of the black prisoner in his grip. A mischievous smile appeared on his handsome face at the sight of his reluctance. With incredible gentleness, he placed his lips on one of the cheeks of his reason for living, creating a shiver on his body, then on the other.

Gently, he let his vicious tongue trail over and between her parted lips before closing his white teeth on the lower lip. He then repeated the process several times, enjoying Linoa's trembling at his torture. She squeezed her thighs as discreetly as she could, trying to stop her arousal fluids. This action obviously did not escape Park.

“Do you want a kiss, my precious Linoa ?”

Rhetorical question ! He knew perfectly well she wanted him from her breathing frantically, her hardened nipples making him proud, her fists and thighs clenched. He delighted in this view. He delighted in her.

“I can’t hear you, little girl!” he exclaimed harshly, pulling on her lower lip with his teeth making her moan softly.

…“Yes”, she admitted, her voice choked with shame at admitting it.

Without being asked, the male crushed her lips against his in an urgent kiss. This kiss had nothing to do with the first one, although it was beastly. There he devoured her. Sucking, licking, tasting, biting his lips with indescribable greed. Their tongues found themselves in a wild dance as he dominated without difficulty.

Linoa gasped in surprise as she felt her tongue between her partner's lips. He sucked her voraciously, giving her no respite. The dark blue panties received abundant moisture from the black one, which had become uncontrollable. A groan escaped the idol as he worked to suck his tongue between his eager lips. Then shoved his into his mouth again.

Probably excited, he let go of her wrists and let his right hand grasp her thin bare waist. The young woman's alarming lack of air did not reach him as he could not stop. His tongue sought to go further and further into his mouth and he swallowed her squeals with pleasure.

The young woman had to use whatever strength she could muster to push him away using her hands beating rapidly on his chest. When he understood her distress, his lips moved down to her jaw line letting her inhale sharply in hopes of easing the burning in her lungs. This man was far too intense for his self-created inexperience.

He hurriedly moved past her neck before lovingly kissing the underside of her collarbones without lingering there. His goal was much lower. Arriving there, he kissed the roundness of her left breast while delicately grabbing the right, then sniffed her skin. He was kissing all around her hard nipples making her huff in frustration. His eyes moved back to his partner's pretty face.

“Look at me, little girl” he ordered in a voice that gave her no desire to disobey.

She slowly lowered her eyes to his. What she saw made her swallow. The glow in his dark eyes had changed, and something even darker suddenly emanated from him. This new attitude screamed at him to flee. But she just couldn't… no less than she wanted to.

His breathing hitched when the brown's tongue came into contact with his erect nipple. His satisfied gaze fixed on hers, he slowly turned it with his tongue while his left hand kneaded the other with less and less restraint.

His tongue caressed her nipple, circling it, pressing it to flatten it. His eyes locked with hers, he pulled it between his lips, then released it with a sharp noise. His hand twisted her erect nipple causing Linoa's small hand to rest on his.

He looked at the difference in size of their hands and found it cute how she was trying to 'stop' him from touching her breasts. His lips attacked her left nipple again. The black woman threw her head back when she felt his lips, but also his left hand suddenly rubbing against her wet panties.

The Korean's discontent did not last long. He grabbed her jaw harshly, forcing her to look at him. When he regained his full attention, he resumed the work of his lips on her breasts which he kissed in turn, while his fingers traced her slit through her wet panties.

When he had enough, he let go of his partner's jaw and went to kiss her stomach. He nibbled here and there, tenderly taking her slender waist in his large hands. The young woman's eyes followed her. She was still looking at him, even when he closed his eyes to kiss her stomach. His soft moans against her stomach making her clit twitch and her stomach heave frantically from her rapid breathing.

The black girl began to gesticulate when his kisses reached the line between her lower abdomen and her pubis. His grip on her waist had to tighten to keep her from moving too much. He chastely placed his lips on her pubic area, then lightly put pressure on her slit with his straight nose, making the ebony inhale sharply as she became very needy.

“You smell crazy good, Linoa” he murmured against the line of her lower abdomen.

Eyes closed, the brown delicately took her panties between his teeth before gently pulling on them. He opened his dark eyes to meet Linoa’s misty ones. He pulled a little more, revealing his pubes. The young woman raised her pelvis to help him remove the piece of fabric in a barely controlled rush. A monstrously sexy smirk took place on the male's magnificent face. With the help of both hands he removed the last fabric on his sweetheart's body.

He spread her thighs as viciously as slowly. His breath hitched and he gulped at the sight of the very core of her womanhood. His eyes darkened further. She had it all. To please him. It was pink, tight to the eye, alluring and perfectly moist. Just for him. Her tongue slyly passed over her pink lips while her eyes were locked on his glistening, throbbing sex. Big waves of embarrassment drowned the young black girl.

“S-Stop looking”, she stammers extremely embarrassed, “it’s embarrassing.”

“No” he simply laughed. “I like to take my time looking at my property.”

His long, slender fingers roamed her pubis without ever touching the place where she needed him most. Her frustrated sighs amused him but he necessarily needed her to agree with what he had just said. It was vital.

“Say it’s mine,” he ordered, looking up at her.

“I-I… I don't belong to anyone other than me”, she said, not at all sure of herself.

“I see”, he replied too calmly as his fingers left her pubis to touch her swollen lips in a very light movement, making the black woman moan more. “Is that why your pretty pussy is begging me to take care of her, little girl?”

His eyes watched his every expression. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't give in. So he stood up facing her after quickly removing his white t-shirt from his body. The sight he offered her almost made her moan, he was so well sculpted.

But the young woman did not have time to contemplate him any longer because of her wrists, which were pinned above her head in the blink of an eye, immobilized in the large left hand of her assailant. His breathing quickened at the sudden action. The large free hand grabbed one of her thighs to spread it further while the other was trapped between her knees.

He had maneuvered her body so that she couldn't move. And especially not closing your thighs. There was no escape.

“You still don't want to talk?” he asked with a smile that didn't bode well. Well that will change in a second little girl.

A moan of mixed surprise and pain escaped the young woman. She opened her eyes wide realizing that Seonghwa had just given her a harsh slap on her folds. But the most surprising thing was how receptive his body was to this act.

Another slap landed creating another groan. Pain and pleasure were mixed up in this situation and she didn't know where to turn. Between the slaps, he slowly let his index finger run between her folds, burying her under the abyss of pleasure.

“You never came to see me in my room, Linoa” he said sadly as his slaps lost restraint. Yet you were there, a slap, a moan. “I waited so long for you, every night. Was what was in your car more important than me? Hm? You are so naughty little girl”, he added, alternating between a slap and the passage of his index finger between her increasingly wet slit. “Is this pussy mine Linoa?!” he growled through gritted teeth as he moved ever closer to her face. Say it !!

“I can't” she simpered with teary eyes.

With each slap the pain increased a notch but she didn't understand how she could react with so much pleasure. The combination of slapping and caressing was driving her crazy. She understood that there was no way she could win against this man. She was most certainly his as he said.

He looked with nameless pleasure into her watery eyes. This vision made him even harder. This girl was the epitome of perfection. His own perfection.

“I said, say it! Is it mine or not?!”

“No ! Finally yes! Yes ! She's… yours” she said with difficulty, her throat tight, desperate for more.

“Do better,” he ordered against her lips, giving her another smack.

He saw the confusion on her face contorted with pain and pleasure and knew he had a lot to teach her. At the same time as another slap landed on the folds of the black woman needing more, he whispered ��My name Linoa”. So wanting this torture to stop, she responded in a hurry.

“Seonghwa! Seonghwa she is yours!! She's all yours and no one else's” she said quickly as another slap shook her.

The male shuddered at hearing his first name said in this way by his universe. He hummed contentedly before finally stopping his slaps. He looked at her with satisfaction in his dark eyes, then placed the palm of his hand in front of Linoa making sure she saw what he wanted her to see.

“All wet. Just for Seonghwa” his deep voice said.

He pushed three of his fingers into his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as a lewd moan was heard. He had waited so long to feel her taste on his tongue. The wait had been worth it. It was the best thing that could have been.

The young woman twisted in embarrassment and looked away so as not to witness what he was doing. The Korean, however, did not agree. He grabbed her jaw with his free hand, freeing her wrists, then turned her face to hers, forcing her to look at him. He cleanly, in a hungry attitude, cleaned her fingers of her fluids, his pupils dilated in hers.

His embarrassment was slowly being replaced by wonder. How beautiful he was. From his most innocent behavior to the most obscene. This man was a real trap.

Like a beast he leaned between her legs which he spread wider. His lips attacked the inside of her thigh which he tormented until he was satisfied with his mark. Encouraged by the black girl's squeals, he continued his assault closer to the hollow of her thighs.

“You are exquisite, my little Linoa” he breathed sensually, his breath falling on the throbbing clitoris of his interlocutor making her shudder. “Give me more of you, please.”

The black girl was extremely frustrated. He mistreated her too much, from the start. She desperately needed him to do something. Anything.

“Seong-”

A long moan, cutting off his words, came to life on his peach-colored lips as the brown's tongue slowly swept along his slit. Electric pleasure washed over her as she gripped the sheets beneath her. He moaned in unison with her at the feeling of more of her like he had wanted for too long now. His lips kissed Linoa's glistening sex in a velvet caress.

His long, slender fingers tightened on her slender thighs as he plunged his tongue deeper between her swollen lips. The young woman's soft moans put him in a daze. She was squirming under the sudden stimulation. She didn't know if she preferred it when he frustrated her or what he was doing to her now.

Her moans became more regular as the brown's tongue searched her imperturbably. The vibrant pleasure in which the black woman was immersed pushed her to strongly grip the onyx hair of her tormentor, pulling it unconsciously. The contented grunt he emitted at this action brought her closer to the storm.

The intense and unprecedented pleasure that she felt pushed her quickly towards the precipice of her first orgasm. The male inserting his tongue into the young woman felt his release approaching. Her chest swelled with pride at her first self-induced orgasm. He therefore redoubled his ardor in his tongue movements until the explosion of his lover's orgasmic knot.

She felt it like a tidal wave. His toes curled at the same time as his fingers pulled on the singer's hair with violent goosebumps that covered his entire body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The incessant movements against her intimacy allowed her to prolong her pleasure and she was grateful for it.

However, her orgasm-prolonging conclusion faded from her mind when she felt that the wet kisses against her folds had not lost their intensity. Rather, they had doubled in intensity. Her vision blurred and it wasn't long before another knot tugged at her. Her moans louder and louder, she delighted the man between her thighs.

He delighted in her taste, her smell, her noises, her body. He detached her lips for a few seconds, immediately replacing them with his fingers which were frantically rubbing her clit. His hungry black eyes wandered between her beautiful face with its features twisted by pleasure and her pussy which he took care of personally. At the sight of her private parts twice as wet as before, a hoarse moan escaped him despite his lip trapped between his white teeth.

Linoa's eyes moved down to look at him. He licked his fingers hungrily before returning to his buffet. This vision made the young woman moan and tighten her knot even more. It was one of the hottest paintings she had ever seen. A man so beautiful between her thighs and perfectly perverse for her.

She could see his long, thick, black eyelashes circling his closed eyes that showed how much he enjoyed what he was doing, the way he hollowed his cheeks to make sure he sucked every last drop of her. She felt his lewd moans making what he had called his property vibrate twice as much earlier.

Her moans grew even louder as her second orgasm erupted at the sudden pressure of the brown's teeth against her hypersensitive clit. Once again, he collected everything she greedily gave him. His tongue cleaning her slit voraciously.

The young woman's moans were almost like screams while her partner's mouth took on even more ardor. As if he was trying to swallow his soul through this torture.

“It's good to make you come loudly little girl”, he growled against her intimacy, sending her violent spasms. “But I'd rather see that pretty pussy squirt for me.”

Immediately after these words, he continued his over-stimulation in the utmost calm by keeping her thighs apart, which she was desperately trying to close. Linoa squirmed in every direction to try to escape the contact which was becoming too much for her. His pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. Her pretty hazel eyes filled with tears and her throat stinged as she was so vocal.

“S-Seonghwa… too much… pity… pity it's too much,” she whined with all the difficulty possible.

The only response she got was a contented hum. As if having flipped a switch, he sucked more audibly and forcefully into the ebony's abused heart. She managed to noticeably move away from his mouth to give herself some respite. But a second later, Seonghwa pulled her closer to him with a growl, then started eating her again more vigorously.

The young woman saw stars above her head and her body trembled under the violent pleasure. She could only express what she felt through her loud moans and squirming. The male's large hands came to firmly grasp her waist to reduce her gesticulations. He sucked hard on her clit, moaning at the sensation.

The high-pitched moans signaled his arrival to the brown who alternated his tongue and his teeth on the erectile bud he was tormenting. An unconscious hum escaped him as he plunged his tongue far between the black girl's lips. Her body spasmed and her orgasm came louder and more abundant, going so far as to squirt on the chest of the young man with his chest swollen with pride.

His tongue lazily passed over her glistening folds and entrance, letting nothing escape him. He collected the fluids of his orgasm on the inside of her thighs, while the young woman panted desperate to regain her breath. Despite her blurred vision, she saw the young brown stand up on his legs then place his arm on his chin to eliminate his orgasm.

The little common sense he had left allowed him to be shocked at the action taken by the singer. He brought his arm in front of his face and eagerly ran his tongue over it, giving her a sly look. The haughty raise of his full eyebrows did not escape him either. His dark eyes still locked with hers, he casually unbuckled the waistband of his jeans.

His eyes lazily began to tease her marked neck, her equally purplish chest, her pretty stomach, the hollows of her exposed and crackling thighs before returning to his face. Her expression depicted ecstasy, exhaustion and plenty of the dizzying sensations she must be feeling. She looked like a woman who had been loved too much. He couldn't be more proud.

Linoa shivered as her partner's belt met the ground with a clank of metal. He took a step towards her, while his fingers were busy unbuttoning the button of his black jeans exposing the band of his Calvin Klein boxers.

“You make me die of wanting to take you until tomorrow, Lino”a, he said, getting rid of his jeans and his boxers in a single movement before placing one knee on the bed.

The young woman's breathing quickened again as her brain processed the impending events. A soft cry escaped her as she was pulled lower into the bed by his ankle, as he took his place between her thighs. Her surprised eyes fell on the charming smile he offered her while putting his arms on either side of her head.

Her black hair fell carelessly over her forehead and her lips were red from the activity previously performed. If she hadn't had the opportunity to observe all the features of his face earlier, too carried away by his revelations, she no longer missed a beat.

His beautiful dark eyes that looked at her like the eighth wonder of the world, his straight nose, his beautiful lips that she was dying to kiss again. The slight laugh that reached her made her understand that the brown had seen the way she was looking at him, embarrassing her as she looked away to the side.

The Korean frowned. He couldn't stand her paying attention to anything other than him. Her hazel eyes were only for him. A moan escaped the black woman at the sudden friction of their sensitive sexes. Her gaze rested on him again in search of understanding.

Satisfaction stretched the corner of his lips as he reiterated his action, more frankly. His lips regained possession of hers in a much softer kiss. He offered her a delectable sweetness. She felt so loved through this kiss that she couldn't stop giving herself even more to him. His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck.

His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck. This first real gesture of receptivity made the brown quiver violently quivering his right arm in the back of the black one. She helped him by rearing up to allow him to bring him closer to him. Friction and kiss suppressed whatever was left of him in reluctance.

Linoa's tongue, more daring, made her way into the young man's mouth, then wrapped her legs around her slim waist. He moans completely charmed by the receptivity of his sweet. Her neurons were almost burning at the thought of the young woman's enterprising behavior. He would be willing to submit if she asked him. He became painfully needy.

Flexibly dominating the language of the black, he maneuvered so as to position himself at his entrance. The young woman tensed and could not continue the kiss as he pushed her hips forward. A complaint of pain was heard in the young woman.

“Sorry, deeply inspired the brown in a sweetness she did not know. I beg your pardon my love” he said, putting his forehead against her temple.

He had to be violent so as not to move. hurting him was the last of his ambitions. He fought against his impulses, which increased the feeling of his wet and warm narrowness. Seeing her eyes fill with tears as she tried somehow to control herself, tore her heart.

To distract her, and he also in passing, her lips tenderly kissed her left temple, her cheekbones, snapped the lobe of her ears then cajoled her neck covered with hickeys. The young woman's fingers made their way between Seonghwa's black hair, which gently raised her head to meet her lustful eyes.

The electric desire in his eyes was the signal he needed. He could not prevent the birth of a playful smile on his lips. He sensually backed up his hips before advancing them at the same pace as his right hand grabbed his mistress's breast. The young woman sighed at the new pleasure she felt.

He was twice as intense as the one she felt earlier. The heavy gaze of the Korean flowed over her, and expressed to her all the desire he had for her. He watched with fascination with his facial expressions, applying himself to taking it sensually.

Her own eyes wouldn't be able to go anywhere but in her Onyx. She was moaning softly at her partner's movements, burying her face in the hollow of her neck. He grabbed his thigh with his left hand and then put it at his waist. The sensual rhythm they maintained closed a bubble of complicity and pure ecstasy around the two lovers.

The young man sighed in the neck of Linoa who saw his vision deteriorate to the sweet pleasure she felt. The knot that was beginning to be familiar to him appeared as his hands walked on the large back of the brown. She leaned her little strength on her back, prompting him to lie on her.

He understood his silent request and was not asked. They sighed to the skin-to-skin feeling even more palpable. The gentle hip movements of the male worked strongly on the more than imminent approach to the enjoyment of the young woman whose soft moans were closer.

His way of contracting around him told him that she was close to cum. He let his lascivious movements gradually drag the young woman into her orgasm. Feeling that she was suddenly exploding around him, he sat up to see his beautiful face writhing with pleasure and his few locks of frizzy hair that had escaped from his bun.

Her nonchalant movement allowed her to continue her high as she moaned a little louder, scratching her broad tanned shoulders. He groaned with satisfaction as he looked at her with his dilated pupils. He carefully withdrew from her and released her thigh, immediately creating a feeling of emptiness.

“Are you ok, my love?” he asked softly always above her.

She nodded softly, heavy breathing. His eyes were slightly foggy and his hands on his shoulders didn't seem to want to let the young man go.

“How are you feeling?” asked, putting his hand on his cheek.

“… It… it's okay”, she whispered again stunned.

“Good” he purred with a smile.

Her radiant smile warmed the young woman's heart. He had erased the anxiety that crooked his features to give way to a joyful childish pout.

“Because I'm not done with you little girl”, he said again his sadistic smile.

The young woman's heart missed a beat. She tried to formulate a coherent thought. But all she managed to do was take a deep breath of the new intrusion. Her eyes opened wide to the embarrassment she felt. Their hips touched. Which was not the case there were a few minutes. In fact he had just reached his guard for the first time.

The young woman could not achieve her length and thickness at the first opportunity. - Finished playing, declared his voice a more hoarse notch, withdrawing almost entirely to come back hard the next second. The young woman emitted a loud moan of pleasure and embarrassment mixed at the same time as her body was propelled upwards. She clung more to her shoulders to support herself.

The diabolically sexy smile plastered on Seonghwa's face taunted her as he inflicted slow but powerful blows at her. - Seonghwa, she whispered her eyelids heavy with desire. Her first name repeated in this way by her broke the last thread of lucidity that was left for the dark-haired man. He took a steady pace, accelerating his movements as the black moaned louder. The stage of his first time having passed, he could freely express his impulses and finally do everything he wanted to do to him.

He wasn't able to wait another day. Everything would be done tonight, between these four walls. Her hips gradually lost their restraint as he hammered her ruthlessly. His eyes were watching his damn expression. A real mess. She moaned louder and louder as she felt the friction of her partner's imposing limb against her walls. The more they played in the evening, the more she discovered different levels of pleasure that had nothing to do with each other. He hammered her mercilessly, propelling her body to the rhythm of her thrusts.

“Is it good?” asked the brown by accelerating his blows making their skins meet in an obscene noise. Hm?

The moans of the ebony prevented him from formulating a coherent sentence. She was just moaning like a mantra, the only first name she remembered.

“Tell Seonghwa how much you like it.”

He groaned his sentence hard, then slowly pushed his tongue from Linoa's chin to his temple. Leaving a trail of saliva all over the side of her face.

“Hmm, I want to start this again” he said before spreading his tongue over his face. “You are a delight. It doesn't matter which part of your body.”

As he beat inside her mercilessly, he took advantage of his moaning lips to push two of his long fingers into his mouth before pressing them on his tongue, then turning them in all directions. He brought them out shiny from the drool of the young woman lost in luxurious pleasure. He made sure to be on his elbow so as not to crush it before grabbing his jaw in his left hand to force him to ink his previously closed eyes in his family.

His crazy eyes greeted him with his same smirk. He took his two fingers shining from the young woman's saliva in her mouth making her hazelnuts wide open. He sucked them greedily between his lips as if it was his first meal in weeks. This vision, although strange made Linoa moan louder as she came loudly into her fifth orgasm. She hadn't even felt it coming. Quite the opposite of Seonghwa who had anticipated him even before she contracted around him.

He obviously did not stop his cattle blows. Rather, he pressed his two wet fingers against the young woman's clitoris before frantically stimulating him. The black's eyes filled with tears again. His pleasure was now far beyond his climax. It was a lot for her. His orgasm hadn't even come down when he attacked his pimple. This action had immediately created the preparation of a double orgasm. Linoa was already preparing psychologically to receive him. His eyes closed tightly as his moans became high-pitched cries.

But his pleasure, which had in the meantime skyrocketed, lost intensity. Her lover was still hammering her but he had put both hands on both sides of his head again with his face in the crook of his neck where he eagerly licked his sweat. This sudden descent gradually moved away her desired orgasm. Needy, she remembered how the Korean had done it and then passed her hand between their sweating bodies. Awkwardly, she tried to stimulate herself as he did. It was certainly not the same, but it was something.

Feeling his arm, Seonghwa sat up and his dark gaze immediately fell on his hand trying somehow to pursue what he had left behind. His eyebrows frowned with dissatisfaction. What was she playing? Was it the fifth wheel of the carriage? He grabbed his wrist firmly and pinned it above his head, causing it to moan in frustration.

“Why are you touching my pussy Linoa?!” he asked harshly. “Only me can touch her. Do you understand me?”

“Huh… But it's absurd-”

She didn't have time to finish her sentence, which she found herself on her stomach. A start escaped him from the sudden slap which he placed on his butt before he rushed up his pelvis. Thus, she was perfectly exposed to her goodwill. This new position created a warmth in the lower abdomen of the ebony. Despite her frustration, she always wanted it stronger. She was eager to see what he intended to do. She exhaled a loud moan as she felt a sharp blow.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard”, he said, grabbing her hips. Without greater ceremonies, the singer activated the destruction mode of his kidneys, hammering it twice as quickly. He took it from a new angle, which made her see unicorns in two seconds. She squealed smothered by the pillows under her face as he grumbled behind her.

“You want stimulation baby ”? he asked, passing his hand between his thighs. “Well look at me give it to you.”

Attaching the act to the word, her fingers rubbed relentlessly the bud of her lover who was moaning louder than she would have thought possible.

“I dreamed of taking you so much” he growled, feeling her contracting around him. “I imagined so many times fuck you again and again until your pussy carries the imprint of my cock indefinitely. But there Linoa is beyond all my expectations.”

Her fingers and tail giving her no respite, she quickly felt the almost lost knot tighten tightly in her lower abdomen. The free hand of her executioner grabbed her bun, pulling her back in a tight grip, so that she arched her back more while her hips, to everyone's surprise, redoubled their ardor.

“Does it feel good when I fuck you like that? hm linoa?” His deep voice questioned his ear after leaning over.

“Yes! Fuck yes seonghwa!!” she exclaimed hastily in a voice that was too high, making him hum in contentment. A more accessorized skilful pressure of her ruthless blows caused the orgasm, the most virulent of the evening, to explode, of the young woman. In a shrill cries she took advantage of her prolonged release by the brown's monster rod and her fingers against her clitoris. His screams, however, did not stop after a few minutes.

For good reason, the young man kissed her always with as much ardor without ceasing the frantic friction of her fingers on her clitoris. He made hoarse moans much less audible than those of the ebony.

“So happy with your stimulation little girl ?” he growled. “Or do you want more?” His hand pulled more on his bun until he put his head on his shoulder.

He made sure that his hoarse moans landed directly in the sweaty young woman's ear. The over-stimulation made the young woman cry for good. The great hand of the Korean grips his neck firmly, squeezing it without ever stopping to hammer it.

“S- Seonghwa”, she moaned with difficulty. “I can't take it anymore… Please… I'm tired” she whined.

She no longer knew where to turn her head between her violent thrusts, her fingers which gave her no respite, her virile sounds against her ear and holding her firm grip against her neck which sent her discharges throughout her body.

“Awn”, he said falsely compassionate. “My little princess needs to sleep?” asked his deep voice, his lips against his ear.

The young woman nodded frantically in the hope that he would stop. But everything she collected was a severe slap on her clitoris before the stimulation resumed even more. She had a very bad idea in wanting to accelerate her orgasm.

“Fuck Linoa!” he growled, feeling her tightly contract as if she wanted to swallow it.

It’s no surprise that she squirt again by over-stimulation in an unbearable cry to the human ear.

“Linoa Linoa”, he whispered in his ear without stopping his movements. “Look what you've done. You put it everywhere”, he added, lowering his hand from his neck to his left breast before pinching his nipple, which made it more difficult. “You want to make me want to eat you again, right ? ”The eyes of the concerned opened wide to what he had just said. He was literally dismantling it as much as his promise. She had lost her time for quite a while now. Her legs were shaking and wouldn't stand her anymore, but she knew it wasn't a loophole since he would be there to hold her in place. So she shook her head quickly to answer her question. She had the feeling that it could blow up at any time if she didn't answer him.

“…No… No Seonghwa… I’m sorry… My heart”, she said, passing her hand behind her to put it on her neck, hoping that her gesture and the nickname she had used would soften her. She felt a jerk of the young man at the same time as a shiver cover him.

His blows diminished their rhythm slightly and his fingers caressed her lasciviously along her slit. He suddenly became dependent on his touch and his attention. The young woman sighed at the little respite he offered her despite the fact that she is still moaning. The crazy sensations she felt gradually fell back.

The young brown let his head fall on his mistress's dark shoulder as his left arm passed around her in a desperate embrace. He took her with fervor but she could feel all the idolatry he was carrying her. His respite ended when the umpteenth orgasm of the evening approached. She was uttering desperately high cries, she didn't know how she went about not fainting with all that.

“Seonghwa!! Seonghwa I love you!!” She shouted as much because she was swept away by orgasm as it was true. Yes, he was manipulative and disturbed at the edges… just on the edges… but what could she be there. She loved him, it wasn't her choice. Whether she was called a Stockholm victim or a naive or even sick syndrome, she didn't care.

As she continued her enjoyment, her words got the better of the brown who was beaten by a violent orgasm that he had not seen coming. He growled against the neck of his reason for living, tightening his arm against her, determined not to let her go. He filled her with her hot charge as she continued her high in a long, high-pitched moan.

Slowly, he let their silhouettes run aground on Linoa's bed, then withdrew from her giving her all possible relief. He turned her in front of him and then covered their faces with the white cover below them. Their jerky breaths and shiny bodies testified to what was happening there was still a few seconds. The new solar rays, testifying to the new day, reflecting on Seonghwa's face gave him the appearance of a Greek god. His eyes shone with a thousand and one things.

“Linoa”, he whispered in a voice charged with emotion. Did-

“I love you Seonghwa”, she cut off after she came to her senses being perfectly aware of what she was saying. “Yes you did things that I don't like… But I can't help i-”

Seonghwa's lips landed in a caress on hers. He offered her a soft, deep kiss. He hadn't shown him his love in the best of ways and he was aware of it. He therefore hoped, through this kiss, to express to him all the veracity of his feelings. He loved her more than anything and he needed her to know.

“Marry me Linoa”, he said, detaching herself from her to look at her with a concentrating eyebrows.

The young woman looked at him confused, wondering if he was serious. She might be at risk, but she couldn't stop the audible laughter that escaped her. The singer was seized with a feeling of confusion and mixed pain.

“Listen Seonghwa”, she said, trying to calm down and creating a feeling of fear in her interlocutor. “It's a bit quick, isn't it? I don't know, ask me first to be your girlfriend?”

At the understanding of her last sentence, he did not understand why she said it was quick after five years of relationship. But he was happy despite everything and would take everything she gave him if it wasn't too long to relax. Glad she materializes their relationship in broad daylight, so he wouldn't complain anymore… for the moment.

“I love you dying my precious Linoa”, he whispered with his eyes closed as he fell asleep on the chest of the love of his life.

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Hope u liked it with my bad English.

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