#it's very promising and also smells of woman's perfume

[lovemomhatepolice]

lewis hamilton nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Lewis is incredibly attentive during aftercare, making sure you feel safe and loved. He cuddles you close, whispers soft reassurances, and checks in on how you’re feeling. Whether it’s getting water, wrapping you in a blanket, or running a warm bath, he ensures you’re completely cared for.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) What he likes most about himself is his arms - covered in tattoos and strong, which can easily lift you up whenever he wants. He also loves it when you often grab him by the arm or hold him somewhere and lead him!

Lewis loves your neck! He adores that he can kiss it and knows your soft spots, where he always knows you'll react more than others. He also loves how intensely your perfume smells on it, which he loves to inhale.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He considers it a very intimate part, especially when you do it unprotected. He knows very well how much risk is involved, but with you he is able to overcome it. He loves to fill you with his liquid and watch it merge with yours to form one whole, which in a way is a proof of your love and boundless trust. However, after intercourse, it immediately helps you clean yourself so you don't feel dirty

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Lewis has a secret thrill for public teasing—brushing his hand over your thigh at a formal event or whispering something filthy in your ear when no one’s looking. The risk of being caught, combined with the fact that only the two of you know what’s happening, drives him wild. He loves the power of building anticipation, making you wait until you’re alone to finally give in to everything he’s been promising.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Lewis is quite an experienced man - he has had many female partners in his life before you, whether romantic or sexual, so he knows exactly what he is doing. He can perfectly caress a woman's body, focusing on certain areas that you immediately drift away from

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He loves it when you're on top. That's when he can read every expression on your face and see you dissolve in the delight of orgasm. It also gives him the opportunity to hold you tightly by the hips, moving inside you from below, which intensifies your sensations and gives you a completely different, even closer contact

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) It depends - most often, however, he tries to throw in a joke, especially he did so at the very beginning, when you started making love with each other. Now it depends, he is not adversarial, he loves to laugh with you, however, he also cares about making it as pleasant as possible for you and it just naturally comes out that he is already less goofy, making it more tender

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Lewis doesn't give a damn - he shaves himself when he wants and doesn't pay much attention to it, just as long as it would be hygienic. And towards you? Hmm, he's not the youngest, which is why he gets excited when you have your bottom trimmed in some patterns. Oh gosh, he loves it when you have one stripe there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Lewis is terribly thoughtful. He whispers sweet nothings or full of encouragement to you all the time. He doesn't forget to leave the softer ones - on your cheeks or forehead - in addition to hot and passionate kisses. He also hugs you very often and tries to make you feel one hundred percent comfortable. He is also very fond of silence, which, according to him, gives a great deal to intimacy

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Lewis doesn’t do it often, but when he does, it’s usually because he’s missing you. He’s not one to rush through it—he takes his time, letting his imagination run wild with memories of your time together or fantasies about what he wants to do to you. If he’s away from you, he might even text or call, letting you know exactly what he’s thinking about, making it all the more intense. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Who would have thought that our seven-time world champion likes to feel the thrill of being covered? As soon as he has the opportunity to do so and you are willing, he very much enjoys making love to you in places where someone can cover you. It's not the greatest advantage for him to do all this - but in the end, he still cares about his privacy and yours. However, being in a public place, such as the beach or the jaccuzi on the roof of your apartment excites him. L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He loves places with a view - such as the balcony or high windows you have in your apartment. He also eats when you're on vacation and have an outdoor shower, oh, then he loves to take you there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He gets very excited when you know what you want yourself. When you whisper to him how you would like him to love you that night, or when you come yourself and even beg him for it. Or vice versa - when you tease him by pretending to be acutely unavailable. One word and he is already yours

A/N: part two will be here soon! (If anyone wants me to tag them - let me know in the comments). WELL - it's the first time when I'm writing for lewis

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[blunt-force-therapy]

It's really A Feeling when your far right wing, selectively racist grandfather gives you a book by Isabel Allende as a gift. Pops, do you know who her uncle was?

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— power plays, pillow talk

pairing: victoria neuman x fem!reader

warnings:: smut, lesbian sex, size difference, strapon referred to as cock

summary:: a bottle of good wine, homemade dinner, a sweet little thing warming up her bed – what more could victoria possibly ask for after a long workday?

word count:: 1.5k

a/n: wow i'm rusty, haven't written smut in a good long while. starting off a bit vanilla with vicky. also she would 100% talk you thru it. i don't make the rules

never in her life had victoria neuman ever felt the need to compensate for something. a woman in power, in more ways than one, she never needed to climb through the ranks, simply gliding through them, a casualty or two on the way.

she had it all – a big car, a big house, a big desk at the Congress.

so you suppose it’s fitting; the big, girthy toy she has strapped around her hips under the material of her dress pants.

it’s huge, actually – got to be six inches at the very least, and that’s without taking into consideration the fact that you’ve never had any eye at all – of a dark, wine red color, the thick, thoughtfully lubed shaft glistening under the dim lights.

that one image of a hamster chomping down on a banana ten times his size pops up in your head.

your throat bobs with a soft gulp — oh god. you’re the hamster.

but victoria is nothing if not considerate. a soft silky pillow is lying under the small of your back, angling you properly for her, and the bedroom you share smells distinctly of something dark and woodsy, heady but not enough to overwhelm, the scented candles a welcome sensation that serves to relax you further.

when her hands grab ahold of your hips, thumbs pressing into the hipbones, you buck into her touch involuntarily. you’re not sure if it’s anxiety or arousal.

“no-no, that won’t do, pretty girl…” victoria chides softly, gives a playful little squeeze as a warning. “you promised you’d be good."

well, that’s true. you did.

you’re almost embarrassed – two glasses of cabernet sauvignon in and you’re already unable to think of anything but how much you want her. your skin tingles with anticipation, the gentle pressure of her hands grounding you as they slowly map their way up and down your body, caressing the undersides of your breasts, your shoulders, the plane of your belly. the warmth of the room wraps around you like a comforting embrace, the scent of the candles mingling with the subtle notes of the woman’s perfume – victoria’s hands work your body like dough, and that combined with the sight of the powerful politician standing between your thighs, all veneer and perfect composure, dark brown eyes trailing over your naked form like a feast is enough for your legs to part further. she doesn’t even have to ask.

“just like that, sweet thing. open up for me,” her palms rest on your thighs and she leans in to press a few gentle kisses to the side of your neck.

it’s intoxicating – her touch, her scent, how tender she’s with you, loving. you’re so aroused it’s starting to hurt.

“vicky…”

“i know, i know,” she murmurs. “need to get you ready for me first.”

she slides her ring finger through the warm petals of your pussy, humming at the wetness gathered there, and she can’t help but indulge herself. she leans down, face level with your cunt, and licks a thick stripe through the dripping warmth, teasing another involuntarily buck of your hips and a whimper from you.

you should’ve known she’d be too greedy to waste all that sweetness on her fake cock — she laps and slurps at you with gentle vigor, palm squeezing your hip to keep you from bucking into her mouth again. it’s a soft, affectionate kind of pleasure — victoria doesn’t rush, doesn’t push you too much too soon, deliberately avoiding your puffy clit to keep from any possible overstimulation.

you sigh softly, leaning your head back against the pillows, but before you can enjoy the heavenly sensation any further, she pulls away with one last flat lick, guiding your thigh to press against her hip.

the head of the toy pushes tantalizingly against your entrance, its smooth surface just barely parting your folds before she pulls back, sliding the silicone along your slit once more – the motion is slow and deliberate, the toy gliding easily through your wetness, teasing you with its presence. every so often victoria lets the tip dip inside, a fleeting, electrifying intrusion that leaves you aching for more, before withdrawing it again. the sensation sends shivers up your spine, your body instinctively arching towards the source of pleasure – but you know she’s doing it to get you nice and ready for her, as if the sloppy little courtesy licks weren’t enough.

"fuck, you're so wet," she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction. "so eager. it's almost too easy."

she presses her hips more firmly this time, her cock breaching your entrance and slipping inside with a smooth, deliberate motion. the sensation is overwhelming, your body accommodating the intrusion with a mixture of relief and intense pleasure. she holds herself there for a moment, letting you feel the stretch and fullness.

god, it’s big – bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before. for a moment an alarming thought of not being able to fit the intimidating girth inside you shoots through your lust-clouded brain, but the smile on victoria’s painted lips tells you that she will make sure you do.

you tilt your head back with a shaky breath, and she chuckles, leaning in to nose at your earlobe, “good?”

biting your lip, you manage a nod in reply, hiding your face in her neck as you try to process the sensation.

victoria sets a slow, torturous pace, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, her thighs kissing the backs of your legs. her hand shifts from your hip to your navel, gently sliding along your skin and pressing against your warm, sensitive stomach for purchase – the action so undeniably erotic it has a broken moan tearing from your mouth.

“oh?” victoria quirks a thick eyebrow, perfect white teeth peeking out to worry a plump lip between them. “does that feel good, sweet girl?”

her palm presses just the slightest bit firmer, enough to heighten the pleasure of her silicone cock pushing deep inside of your cunt deliciously as her fingers sprawl over the flesh of your belly — it flutters under her hand, muscles struggling to accommodate the enormous intrusion.

“d’you feel me here?” she asks, voice a silky purr, dripping with control and a hint of amusement as her hips drive the toy deeper into you, each thrust deliberate, strong, unyielding. “such a pretty tummy, baby… so, so perfect.”

you can’t even speak.

victoria leans down, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “i love how you open up for me… how you take every inch like you were made for this.”

the pressure in your stomach intensifies as she slows her movements, dragging each thrust out to an agonizing pace. her thick cock feels impossibly full inside you, stretching you in a way that teeters on the edge of pain and ecstasy.

"such a good girl, letting me stretch you, fill you up. gonna make it the only size you’ll ever take. the only that can ever satisfy you.”

she shifts her hips, the change in angle making you gasp as the toy hits that sweet spot inside you, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. victoria's other hand that isn't busy trying to feel herself through the thin wall of flesh of your belly moves to prop herself next to your head, caging you in with her presence, and you reach to desperately hold onto her bicep, fingers digging into the dark blue of her power suit she has insisted on keeping draped over her shoulders.

“there you are, pretty girl. so close. so, so close, sweet thing. need you to cum for me."

victoria's pace quickens, hips snapping forward, and with a final, shuddering breath, you let go, the pleasure crashing over you in waves, overwhelming and all-consuming. she guides you through it, soft, reassuring whispers as she follows you into bliss, a guttural groan escaping her lips – for a moment the world is nothing but the two of you, tangled together in a haze of pleasure.

with the waves of white ecstasy beginning to ebb, she slows her thrusts to a gentle rhythm before withdrawing slowly, the loss of her presence inside you almost as intense as when she was buried deep. you whimper at the emptiness, your body still trembling with aftershocks, and her warm hands soothe the feeling away, a small, amused smile on her full lips, “thoughts?”

as if that isn't obvious.

you groan in response, wrap your arms around the woman’s shoulders to tug her down and press your lips against hers hungrily. then you pull away, breathless in satisfaction, and grin up at her, “fucking amazing. i wasn't even sure it’d be possible.”

victoria hums, her palm caressing your thigh thoughtfully, “in that case… you think you can take more?”

not one for being patient behind closed doors, she grasps your hips, coaxes you onto your stomach with firm hands.

“what am i saying. of course you can take more. cock-hungry little slut.”

the degrading words make you whimper into the silky pillow, and victoria coos, her tone the slightest bit patronizing, “ohh, yes you are, sweet thing. no use denying it.”

her fingers dig into your soft flesh, and suddenly all the warm tenderness is gone from her voice.

“up. don’t make me repeat myself.”

[houpss]

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

soft and fluff, will be about all members (!), there may be hints of smut

Chan, who sees the meaning of life in you and wants to see you always in front of him all his life.

What do they say? People who truly love will die one day.

Chan, who promised to love you until the day death finds him, and even after that. He doesn't want to leave you.

The most tender dates, the most tender times. He will give you all his love and attention.

Chan, who tells the members so much about you, you are their “9th member”

Chan, who you're talking to video call with his family! and btw with yours too.

Chan, who, regardless of how busy the day is, will spend the evenings with you. Whether it's cooking or watching a movie/serials/k drama

Chan, who remembers every little thing about you and does what you don’t even ask for, but are clearly thinking about.

Meeting Chan was fate, maybe you were given each other by fate?

Oh..he looks at you like an angel, his eyes shine so brightly when he sees you!

Chan, who gives you a large bouquet of your favorite flowers every Friday.

He writes you songs, from the sad to the most vulgar... oh, the boy is simply overwhelmed with emotions for you.

Chan, who takes you on all his world tours because he finds it difficult without you.

He is the most gentle and sweetest with you! your heart literally breaks with love for him, you want to love and kiss this man.

Chan, who sits you on his lap while he works and holds your waist with one hand...babe, he has hot and big hands

Chan, who pays for ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING for you. seriously, even if you argue with him.

I wrote this situation, but...

"Channie, make me some coffee please"

"Ugh...I'm late, little mouse"

"So you won't do it? :("

"That means I’ll be late” and goes to make coffee for his beloved woman/man

His favorite terms of endearment for you are subtle but classic: “sweetheart” and “baby,” but on special occasions he will call you “sweetheart” with a matching saccharine expression. Or “little mouse”, which is also very cute

Chan, sometimes he can get angry and yell at you, but that's because he puts too much pressure on himself at work.

Oh..during your quarrels even plates and insults fly. After one quarrel, there were broken plates and you cut yourself, he noticed this and took you to the bathroom, where he treated the wound and apologized to you almost a hundred times. And the plates...buy new ones.

Chan, who practices flirting with you like you're in high school, but he learned it from STAY

Chan, who gives you all his hoodies and absolutely everything... for some reason you love to steal his shorts and walk around the house in them. Ooh, he thinks they fit really sexy on your hips.

He'll give you a bear hug when you sleep, he's a big spoon

He also always kisses your forehead when he leaves for work, because you are still sleeping, and he is already leaving.

but keep in mind, Chan makes sweet sex to you, but his stroking game is so crazy, even when he takes his time with you, he's so deep inside you that it drives you crazy, you're literally pray

Chan is an experienced and mature man, he is completely confident in himself and in you. He takes the leading position in the relationship, he is the one who leads.

Do I need to tell you that all his things smell like your perfume? What if all your things are in his perfume?

You sometimes help him with lyrics or with song arrangements when he gets stuck and doesn’t understand what’s best to add.

You, who pulls the vat out of the studio.

You, who always checks how he ate or how much he slept. You absolutely monitor his regime and make sure he doesn’t overwork.

You are flying to Australia together to visit his family! they will bless your couple.

Hannah will definitely say funny things about Chris, and Lucas is so shy around you.

Oh...Berry, baby Berry 🥹🥹🥹

How about date nights?

You really raised Chan's self-esteem, with you...he fell in love with himself, just as you love him.

He's just grateful that you exist.

First love is always last love.

“Home” is not a place, it is sometimes only a man, the man whom you consider your home.

When you come, all Chan’s problems and wounds heal, he wants to live next to you.

[cartoonsinthemorning]

So I absolutely love all your thoughts and ideas about a fem Stan, but what about a fem Ford? I feel like that could also be a really fun dynamic. Stan trying to be the man and protecting fem!Ford from bullies, but is really just entirely wrapped around Fords fingers. And then! The jealousy could come into play in other ways! Like Stan starts dating someone and Ford is pissed about it so she leaves a lipstick mark on his collar or subtly sprays him with perfumes so that Stans partner thinks he was cheating and leaves him. And the obsessionnn. Imagine her stealing Stan’s shirts and sleeping in them just because they smell like him. Or staring at him while he sleeps and sketching him in her personal diary (though let’s be real, canon Ford did that too lol.) Anyways, I also like the idea of all of these pent up feeling finally coming out and her just riding Stan until he can’t think straight and her being like “that’s right, you’ll never have it this good with anyone else.” Idk. Thoughts?

Hello new friend! Thank you for enjoying my thoughts and ideas about fem!Stan, and for now kickstarting a conversation about fem!Ford too! I have a lot of thoughts. So many, in fact, that before moving to the shippy part, I need to focus on Ford alone, first. What would differ, was he born a girl. Quite a lot. I’m gonna be blunt. All things Ford had been oppressed by, in canon, would hit ten times harder, if he was a girl. Take academic ambitions, for example: I’m not saying that fem!Ford’s extraordinary intelligence wouldn’t had earned her praise. I just doubt she would had been encouraged to pursue higher education, and convert her studies into a career. A jewish WOMAN into STEM? Back then? I don’t think any of her teachers suggested she shoots for a prestigious university- why give her and her family unrealistic expectations? Ma and Pa would had been happy to have a smart, studious daughter, but I’m sure the idea to invest into her studies would had been up to debate, if not shot down immediately: to spend that type of money, when her likely future job would be either high school science teacher, or museum curator- would had been a pointless waste, to someone like Filbrick Pines.

To be honest, I think teen fem!Ford would had rather been encouraged, by her parents, to attend professional classes instead, something like a typewriting course- in order to find a stable secretary job, for example, after high school. Can you imagine, someone with Ford’s potential, being told “Well honey, at least you can put those extra fingers to a practical use, if you learn to type very fast”? Can you imagine how UTTERLY humiliated fem!Ford must had felt, all the time? Just like Ford, I think she’d be perfectly aware what a genius she is, and how drastically she’s been underestimated. And yet, she’d have to take in consideration the evidence: it doesn’t matter how great her mind is. They are right, there’s no place that would want her. The only person that would root for her, ever the dreamer, would be Stanley. He’d just take her hands, wipe her tears away, and promise, with naive, granitic certainty, that he will find a way to help her. His plans would range from completely unrealistic and cartoonish (“Ya could invent a machine that turns me into a brainiac, and once Pa send me to that tech uni ya like, I’ll sneak you in the classes, and you’ll take my place!”), to painfully sweet, albeit still unrealistic (“If Pa doesn’t want to support ya, I’ll take two or three jobs and pay for your studies and stuff myself!”). Stanley would look at his sister with bright eyes, and a huge optimistic grin, stating that she’s the smartest gal that ever existed, so there’s NO WAY she won’t become some posh scientist and prove everyone in Glass Shard Beach wrong. Every time Stanley would pull his stupid, naive, adoring Protector Knight acts, fem!Ford would feel so angry at herself for blushing, and for her heart-rate speeding up. Because it’s so intoxicating to be believed in, but she can’t afford to fall for Stanley’s overly-hopeful view of her condition, and she can’t afford to fall for him either. And this brings me to yet another point I wanted to make: self-esteem, and societal expectations.

If canon Ford’s hands got him bullied, and classified as freak- for a girl, they would had also been a mark of ugliness and considered remarkably un-feminine. I bet F., as a little girl, suffered a lot for having more in common with the grotesque antagonistic creatures of her favorite books, rather than the princess. And I’m sure EVERYONE around her didn’t fail to make her notice too. In subtle ways, sometimes. Like her mom suggesting she gets ear-rings, for her birthday, rather than bracelets, because it would be best not to concentrate more attention on those, right? Even if teen fem!Ford would act aloof, as if she didn’t care anymore, she’d be so self conscious about her large palms and extra fingers- so unfeminine and gross- she’d fantasize about chopping them off quite often. If Stanley hadn’t happily held her hand throughout their childhood, and “made fun” of how tiny her hands look in his large ones, as teenagers, maybe she would have, in a fit of self-hate. Thing is, fem!Ford would hold grudges and set secret standards in her head. It’s not like she thinks she’d never be able to get a boyfriend, despite her hands: she doesn’t look horrible, she’d be pretty, even, if she cared for her appearance like her moms begs her to do- but F. wouldn’t be able to suppress the burning conviction that “No other man but Stanley deserves me”. Other men may want her despite her hands, but Stanley was there since the beginning, telling her her hands make her more special than any other girl, like she was magical, like she belong in the fairy tales book she used to read aloud to him. What a stab to the heart, then, that she can’t have him. Not only because they are siblings, but because, just like you said, Stanley would date someone else. Carla, and some other stupid bitch that F. would need to get rid of, because they don’t deserve Stanley like she does neither! I love all the strategies you listed, to “mark her territory” and push other girls away!! I love toxic, jealous girlies!! I don’t condone Ford’s yanderism, but fem!Ford has my blessing. She can be a creep, as a treat. As for the part you mentioned, about fem!Ford snapping and riding Stan- YES I also agree, AND I’d like to add to it. In this AU, Stanley isn’t a misogynist in the classic sense: he doesn’t consider his sister an inferior at all. But… he would not be immune to absorbing the Madonna-whore complex:Girls like Carla- he can fool around with, because they are that kind of girls. Promiscuous, slutty- bad girls. But his sister is different. She’s so virtuous, so smart- his pure, innocent little sister. Stanley would NEVER lay a finger on her. Yes, he may admit to himself he is in love with her, which is also horrible, but at least he would never, ever sexualize her. Cue Stanley playing dumb, or finding excuses to weasel away, whenever fem!Ford flirted with him, or even made clear advances- during the entire length of their teenage years. Until fem!Ford just. Decided she couldn’t take it anymore, stripped naked, slipped into Stan’s bed, and grinded and kissed his neck until he caved, lmao. I have even more thoughts, but it’s getting late, here. I must cut the yapping short, for now. Please, feel free to come chat again, and throw more ideas of your own at me! Thank you for this one, MMMMWAH, baci baci!

[kurogane2512]

A request about Natasha,himeko, Kafka when they are jealous, seeing FEM reader (trailblazer) with someone?

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: HSR Himeko, Natasha, Kafka x fem! reader (trailblazer)

Type: Suggestive fluff (implied sex later, slight possessiveness)

Himeko

She won't get jealous very easily, she trusts the bond between you two a lot and knows you are loyal. She can look past a lot of behavior, especially since you come to her arms every time and promise your love with the most passionate kisses.

However, everyone has a limit. She hates having to continuously watch every woman you come across flirt and touch you, suggestively or not. A few even dared to invite you out, but she keeps her thoughts in as you always firmly deny. The way you look at her is exceptionally different from the way you look at those women, and that gives her enough assurance that you are hers.

But, Himeko is prone to loneliness. The more she watches and tolerates, the more distant she starts feeling from you. She hates thinking this way because she knows you'd never betray her but she can't help her thoughts.

Himeko was informed of your return to the train and immediately went out to greet you, only to be upset as she could smell sweet perfumes from your body, your clothes disheveled and spotted a faint red mark on your collar. Dan Heng and March had long returned to their rooms and only you two remained in the entryway of the train, staring at each other as an awkward atmosphere engulfed you.

"What....happened out there?" Himeko asked, almost in disbelief.

"Uh....i-it seems I accidentally wandered into certain....districts of the city."

Himeko squinted her eyes, "Again? This is the fifth time on your expedition here."

"I know but it's so confusing to navigate here! The women recognized me and pulled me inside, I denied so much and tried to come out but they kept surrounding me...."

"....And let me guess, March and Dan Heng had to save you? Just like every time?"

You nodded out of guilt, looking away. You couldn't meet your eyes with her even though you did nothing wrong.

"I-I'm sorry, I promise nothing happened....Uh, let me go get changed!"

You tried to walk away but she grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards her room, immediately pushing you on the bed and straddling you. It was a surprising action from Himeko, she would rarely act this way. Before you knew it, she dived in to kiss your neck and make numerous marks on your chest and face. You felt her tongue lap strips along your skin, her teeth sinking in your collarbone and lips wrapping to suck.

"When will you keep testing my patience?" she whispered in your ear.

"W-What?! No, I don't mean to! I'm really sorry, I never did anything there!"

"I know that! I know you wouldn't, I trust you. But....how am I supposed to help feeling this way?!"

She shouted as she embraced you and snuggled into your neck, you smiled and wrapped your arms around her before sniffing her hair.

"You don't have to do anything. It's my responsibility, I made you feel this way then I will also help you through it. I promise."

She gazed up at you with a pout then pecked your lips, "You have a lot of making up to do."

"Yes, ma'am~"

She chuckled before sitting up on your lap and sliding her dress down, the two of you spending an intimate and passionate night together.

"Hmm, perhaps I should accompany you from next time~"

Natasha

Similar to Himeko, she doesn't get jealous too easily either. Once again, she trusts the bond between you two. She knows you are naturally very caring and helpful; you helped her in a similar manner, after all. She is very sweet and motherly in general, loads of children flock around you and she gets a warm fuzzy feeling in her chest watching you with them.

Well, children are fine but what about their mothers? Natasha often sent you out to deliver medicines and other necessities to several homes, many of which had only a single mother and a child. You ended up helping the mothers more than required by taking care of some chores and babysitting their kids in emergencies.

You were simply helping out of goodwill as life in the Underworld was hard enough. Was it your fault when some of them became infatuated with you?

"Y/n, there's a package for you." Natasha called out to you and you came to her office to see a box wrapped in pretty ribbon kept on it, a small card attached to it which read 'For dear Y/n, thank you once again for helping around the house. I baked these for you. Come and see me again sometime~' The undersigned was a name you recognized, one of Natasha's longtime patients who often had her son checked up at the clinic.

You blushed slightly and opened the box to find handmade cookies inside. Natasha looked at you in amusement then smiled and patted your head, "Oh my~ These look really delicious. Looks like she has taken quite a liking to you, always sending a gift for helping her~"

You looked away in embarrassment, "I....I'll tell her to stop doing this, it's a waste of food and it's enough times now...."

"Oh, that reminds me. There was another letter for you in the morning while you were out on deliveries, it completely slipped my mind."

Natasha opened her drawer and took out a bright pink colored envelope with a rose seal, you nervously opened it and read the scented letter before quickly putting it back in.

"What does it say?"

"N-Nothing! It's just one of our patients thanking us!"

Natasha gave a small smile and stood up then swiftly snatched the letter out of your hand and skimmed through it before you took it back.

"I-It's not what you think it is! I have always rejected her, I—"

"Sshh~" her index finger brushed your lips before she leaned in to peck them.

"I know you are quite....attractive in their eyes. You help them so much and even take care of their children, it's no wonder they'd start liking you differently."

"N-No, but...."

She wrapped her arms around your body, "I trust you, my sweetheart. But....if someday you perhaps find someone better and want to leave then—"

"No! What are you saying?! Why would I?! I love you!"

Natasha looked at you wide-eyed then averted her gaze, "I....I just feel they treat you better than me. I'm very grateful that you chose me and love me but I'm used to people pushing me away so—"

"No! Stop it, I won't do that!" you pulled her into your embrace tightly. She was surprised for a bit then patted the back of your head.

"I won't deny I felt a litte....envious reading that and seeing all these gifts they send you...."

You leaned back and cupped her face before kissing her deeply, "Then tell me! I'll do something, I don't want you to feel that way!"

She smiled affectionately then suddenly pushed you down on the couch behind you and straddled your lap before you could react. You gazed at each other and shared a gentle kiss, no need of exchanging any words as her eyes told you everything.

Kafka

Oh, she definitely will have the most spontaneous reaction, and she will get jealous rather quickly as well. You are hers and she won't spare a moment to convey that. If she sees you being even slightly friendly or out of line with someone then expect to be immediately pulled away by her strings.

She is certainly possessive of you, it's not that she's insecure you'll leave her but she simply can't tolerate you being away and around others who act a bit too friendly with you. Maybe she'll lock you away in a room with herself and not let you come out before next morning~

"K-Kafka, I'm sorry—You misunderstand...." you pleaded out to Kafka as you sat on the bed, your arms bound to the bedposts by her strings while she straddled your lap and gazed at you.

"Hm? I misunderstand? Hehe, oh Y/n...you should choose your next words carefully~"

She tightened the strings as her eyes glowed, leaning closer to your body. She swiftly tore away your shirt, exposing you half naked body to herself before diving in and kissing you all over.

"You have been really out of line recently, you know that? We visited the Astral Express for a brief moment and you ended up befriending them....especially that woman, Himeko. Did she say some sweet words to sway you?~"

"N-No! She barely even tolerates me-mhm! You know s-she hates us...ngh~"

"She may hate us but she can certainly like you. And you don't even attempt to deny her, are you that desperate for attention?~"

"N-No, I'm sorry....I won't do it again..."

"Say that you are mine. Swear that you belong to me."

"I-I'm yours! I'm yours! I won't ever do it again!"

You shouted out desperately and she finally removed the strings, your arms falling limp out of pain and she placed an intense and passionate kiss on your lips.

"Good girl~ That's what I like to hear~"

[yunlazia]

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

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.

“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.

[red-riding-wood]

Saltwater Tears

@runnning-outof-time K... Tumblr ate your ask when I saved it to my drafts so I apologise for the shitty screencap (I always take these beforehand in case it does this lol). And thank you for the request. <3 As I promised, I brought all the angst.

Also, while writing this, the character/reader reminded me of the song Dragonslayer by Lana Del Rey (Isa, you have ruined me) so I decided to use that as some added inspiration.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

WARNINGS: Angst, sexual references, mentions of cheating, language

WC: 1816

Thomas’ words still echoed through your throbbing skull, no amount of his haughtiness lost on your memory as you trudged through the rain slicked streets. The coldness of his gaze was blazoned on the forefront of your mind, the flippancy with which he had dismissed you after the tense meeting with your father as if you were merely a trophy to flaunt before shelved to suffocate in a slow build of dust.

And with each step, your lungs seemed to constrict tighter. With each step, you remembered bits and pieces of the evidence you’d found of his infidelity – the unfamiliar hair brush on his bedside table, the smell of another woman’s perfume on his sheets. You hadn’t wanted to believe it, hadn’t found your suspicion to be unbearable until now.

He called your name past the roar of the storm, but it only drove the spike in your heart deeper each time, your tears mingling with the cold of the rain and your body shuddering from head to toe.

And yet, every time your name was uttered, you couldn’t help but falter, your bleeding heart beating for him and some cruelly human part of your mind urging you to turn back and let yourself fall into arms that would be so warm in the cold, that would soothe the bitterness in your burning veins.

You jumped back, a sheet of filth drenching the skirt of your dress. A shiver seemed to travel to the very marrow of your bone, and as you stopped, staring in shock at the car that sped by and the road you had nearly stepped across, your heart felt as if it were about to split your ribcage in half.

“Y/N.” A gravelly yet distant voice called to you so soft now, a warm breath on your neck sending another shiver to your aching bones. You turned, slowly, and swallowed your grief as you met Thomas’ piercing eyes. Once his touch grazed the bare of your arm, it was over. You weren’t going anywhere.

“Let’s talk about this,” he said, catching his own breath as his fingers travelled down the length of your arm and laced with your own that shivered, numb, from the cold.

That was the first time you had ever heard Thomas Shelby suggest you talk about anything, and it pulled at an aching heart.

“Okay. Let’s talk,” you breathed, voice nearly washed away by the roar of the storm. You blinked fiercely, lashes fluttering in the rain that struck them. “You never told me your history with my father.”

“It’s in the past,” Thomas said, and you nearly winced at his words. As his other hand reached to brush the hair slicked to your cheek, you flinched away. And like that, your bleeding heart came undone, and you said, “Really, that little pissing match was ‘in the past’? The entire purpose of that meeting was just to rub his nose in the fact that you fucked me.”

Thomas’ hand seemed to catch in the air, not used to this side of you. The side of you that was bitter, that was fed up.

And he didn’t say anything. But his fingers loosened from yours.

You choked back a sob, and your words came weaker now, and you stammered over them because you couldn’t believe what you were saying, didn’t want to imagine him answering. “Did you… did you ever… Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?”

All your life, you’d been taken advantage of by men who wished to grow closer to your family for their ties and their power. And while your father had many enemies – the Blinders included – you never could have imagined that someone would pretend to love you just to hurt him, let alone the one person who seemed to understand you, who’d offered you some ounce of reprieve in this unforgiving city.

You’d been used many times, but this, this was different. It would’ve hurt less had you stepped onto that road.

Thomas was still silent, chest heaving as he panted out his own breaths. Blue eyes twisted with grief, the bright of them taking your reluctant mind through memories of the pastel sky above the two of you as you rode through the countryside, of the dress he had bought you and had said did not compare to your beauty.

Your fingers bunched the drenched fabric of the very same dress, peeling wretched garment from your flesh as if it caged you to such memories. You tried not to think of all the times you’d worn it for him, that it had been discarded across the same bed that had been inhabited by other women.

“I know about her,” you added bitterly. “Or them. I know about them.” Your eyes bled tears, and your heart pumped venom. “I’ve lied to myself for too long,” you said, as you began to turn away. “Goodbye, Thomas.”

“They were just business.”

You halted, anger flaring from the raw ache of your heart, and you spun on your heel. “So you’re using them, too?” you snapped. “Everything is business with you, Thomas. Everything. Even me.”

“You’re not just business.” He took a step forward. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

It seemed as if your heart hadn’t broken enough. At his words, it shattered in your chest.

“Y/N, I want you,” he said. “And I don’t say it enough, but I love you. It was never about your father.”

“What was it about, then?” Your voice shook and you fought against every basic instinct to draw him in close, to press your chin to his chest and hear his own heart beating for yours.

He shook his head, lips parted but not speaking, as if at a loss for words. You were about to turn away again, when he took another step forward, his hot breath fanning against your cheeks. “That first time you asked me to take you to the ocean. And fuck me, I nearly didn’t say yes.” The faintest of chuckles broke his speech, the rare chuff of his laughter clawing at your aching chest. “But when you caught the wind in your hair it was like you came alive.”

Past the damp of the rain you could smell the sea, could nearly taste the saltwater on your lips when he’d kissed you that day. The last of your worries had melted away in the heat of that kiss, had been swept away by the breeze and carried far offshore. Or so you had thought.

“And you made me feel alive,” he said, his hands cupping your cheeks now. You were paralysed, at his mercy, leaning into his touch and inhaling the scent of horses and gunpowder past the rain. “For the first time since the war.” 

Breaths exchanged, and you tilted your head so that his lips brushed your forehead instead, and you said, “Why don’t you say things like this to me more?”

“I don’t know. But I can. Just come back to me.” His fingers wrapped around the back of your neck as if to trap you. You’d never heard him so desperate. It nearly made you do exactly what he asked.

As if that wasn’t what you yearned for. As if you wouldn’t do anything to forget all of this and go back to that day by the sea, or under the pastel blue sky on the back of a racehorse.

“I want to.” You could hear his heart beating now, thundering like the hooves of one of his horses as you uttered your truths into the dampened fabric of his shirt. “And I want to believe you. But I don’t know if I should.”

“Come back inside,” he breathed against your hair.

“I don’t know if my heart can take this, Thomas.” You tore yourself away, practically shoving him off while avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know if I can go through this again if you’re lying…”

“I’m not lying. Look at me. Look at me.” Firm fingers swept beneath your chin and forced your gaze to his.

“If I make you feel so alive, why do you keep killing me, slowly? Why do I keep watching you drift from me?” As if you were taken by that ocean. Your saltwater lips trembled around your words.

They were questions you’d been burning to ask for a long time now. Questions you’d buried beneath your own lies that you told yourself, like how you’d buried your anguish beneath the sands of the beach only to feel it slam once more against your chest, harder, more forceful than anything you’d known.

You couldn’t take it anymore, not as each second of silence that dragged by killed a piece of you. “You can’t answer. And if I come back to you, it’s going to keep happening.” You spoke past the rising sand in your throat until it came out as a whimper, and you shook your head helplessly, and you realised that it was your tears that you could taste on your tongue, not the ocean. “I’m so torn, Thomas.”

“I’ll flip a coin,” he said, digging into his pocket. “Heads, you trust me. Tails, you walk away.”

Those words might as well have been the last nail in your coffin. They’d sealed your fate, at one time. When he’d asked you to work for him. When you knew the moment the silver caught the wink of light that he would be your undoing no matter what it landed on.

“Not everything can be solved with a coin,” you protested, the bitter taste of betrayal on your tongue.

“Remember, it will tell you what you want. Remember when – “

“I remember, Thomas.” It was all coming crashing down on you just like the rain that pelted your shivering body, and you closed your eyes, your tears achingly warm as they bled across your cheeks.

“Watch.”

“No – “

The coin was a watery vision as it came down in the air, your lashes peeling open and lips parting in terror. Whatever it landed on, it was over. Either he’d kill you slowly or you’d die here, tonight; you’d never be the same. Your fate had always been sealed.

He snapped the coin shut in his hand. You met his eyes, your own fear reflected in their bright blues. And you realised that neither of you wanted to look. And so, tentatively, you asked,

“What is it?”

Slowly, he opened his hand. Slowly, you both looked at the coin. And slowly, the shards of your heart weighed so heavy in your chest that you felt as if you’d collapse to your knees.

But the answer wasn’t what crushed you. It was the realisation that, despite what the coin said, despite knowing what was best for you, you just…

… you couldn’t.  

A.N. I'm leaving the ending ambiguous and it's up to you if the coin landed on heads or tails!

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[martiandmichelle]

As is typical with me (as many of you know all too well), I started a story back on June 22 and just left it hanging. I'll draw it to a quick end here. (Here's the June 22 post: https://www.tumblr.com/martiandmichelle/753986784206127104/ill-get-to-this-photo-in-a-second-but-first-i).

The lady - I'll call her Valery - was, ummmm, unique in her sexual desires for me. The term objectification has negative implications, but it was part that. To her, I wasn't me, I was a physical thing, a body mostly, but there were lots of kisses to my face not so much to my lips. She glorified my physical form, in a way, as to be almost worshipful of it, heaping praises upon it. She spoke to me lovingly, like she would a puppy, a kitten, an especially cherished doll. Her touches were light as they gently explored every pore of my skin, never removing my panties or penetrating me. She used all her senses to soak my body into her: her eyes, especially, but also listening to my heavy breathing a slight moans, tasting the sweat beading on my skin, smelling the hints of perfume I wore. My body was a goddess to her.

The two days with Valery flew by. Not until it was over did I become a woman, a person, to her again. She thanked me as an equal, as a soulmate with whom she shared her deepest secrets.

She since moved to the mountains with her husband and I hear she is very happy. Of course, with promises that we will be alone together again soon.

[phoxey]

Is this what you dreamed about?

Professor!Bada x student!reader

CW: SMUT (18+) MDNI... porn without real plot, Dom!Bada, Sub!reader, fingering, choking, age gap, Dirty talk

AN: please enjoy this little treat to celebrate the end of 2023 ;) Happy new year guys and gals and nonbinary pals

From the moment you walked into that class on the first day of Uni, there was only one woman who occupied your mind. Bada Lee, your criminal history professor, a tall and intimidating woman. But she intrigued you, the way she smiled or looked at you sometimes, made your heart flutter. Your friends always teased you, saying that Professor Lee had a thing for you, which was why she always gave you good marks on all of your assignments.

That was until you got an Email one morning.

Dear Y/N, I attached your grade for your latest assignment to this Email. I am disappointed. Come to my office after your last class today. Best regards, B. Lee

Confused you clicked on the attached file, which summarized and explained the points that were given to you this assignment. You audibly gasped when you saw the total points. It was a failing grade! Impossible. You have never failed in one of your classes. Especially not hers.

After your last class, which ended late, you debated whether it was already too late to go to your professor. Also, you were nervous about what she was going to say. Until you stood in front of her office door, you still debated with yourself, but inside you saw light burning. It would be weird if you ran away now, so you dared to softly knock on her door.

“Come in.”

Shyly you walked inside and closed the door behind you. Only her desk light was burning in the otherwise dark room. When she looked up from her computer, she took off her glasses and set them aside. With a wave of her hand, she told you to sit, which you did, putting your jacket and bag down.

“How was your day?”, she asked.

“I was worried and scared because of your E-Mail, Professor Lee.”, you answered honestly.

She nodded. “Then let’s get to it. I must say I was very surprised and disappointed… usually you are better than that. But in the last few weeks…”

“I am a bit distracted…”, you admitted blushing.

“Say, what distracts you?”, she asked, her eyes piercing you.

“You.”, slipped past your lips and immediately your hand covered your mouth. Your ears felt so hot, they might as well be on fire.

Your teacher leaned back in her chair and smirked. “Really?”

“I am so sorry, Professor Lee, I didn’t mean to say that!”, you immediately rambled.

“But you really think that, do you?”, she asked.

“I… Professor Lee… I’m sorry, this was so inappropriate… I shouldn’t have…”

“You are not denying it.”

Your mouth shut and with your red face you looked down in embarrassment. You couldn’t deny what was true. That woman occupied your mind every day… and every night. It was simply not fair for her to be this attractive.

You didn’t even notice that she stood up, until two fingers lifted your chin and guided you to look at her. She met you with an indescribable expression. Dangerously dark eyes but a playful smile on her lips.

“You admit that you are distracted because you can’t stop looking at me?”, she asked.

You wanted to look away again, but she grabbed your chin between her index finger and thumb. The latter almost touching your bottom lip. She was so close; you could even smell her perfume. And lord, her scent was enticing.

“How about you answer this question and I promise to let you rewrite your assignment?”

As if your gaze filled with desire wasn’t enough of an answer. No, Bada Lee wanted to hear your pretty voice admitting that you fantasized about her.

Slowly you nodded. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

“Why?”, she whispered, her eyes falling to your lips, as her thumb pressed onto your bottom lip, making you open your mouth ever so slightly.

“Because… I find you attractive, Professor.”, you breathed out. You were almost in a trance, lost in her eyes and the feeling that stirred within you, the closer her face got.

“When you look at me, what comes to mind?”, she asked softly.

“Professor… I can’t…”

“Answer me.��

You swallowed hard and you could feel your lips tingle, hers were only inches away. “Your lips.”

A shockwave went through your body as you suddenly felt her lips on yours. Your mouth moved on its own and you kissed her almost desperately. A whine left your throat, when the kiss was over faster than you wanted.

“Like that?”, she asked.

Your eyes fluttered open. “I must be dreaming…”

“Oh sweetheart, this is so very real. If you’re good and tell me what your pretty head has been dreaming about, I just might be so kind to make it reality…”, she whispered and put some hair behind your ear.

“More… Your lips… everywhere. Your hands too.”, you admitted shyly.

She pulled you to stand and immediately into her embrace as her mouth crashed onto yours. She even seized the opportunity when you gasped, to slip her tongue past your wet lips, deepening the kiss. Your hands rested on her chest as hers roamed over your hips and back. A moan escaped when she moved south to kiss your neck.

“Have you dreamed about this too?”, she whispered against your skin and you could feel her smirk.

Eagerly you nodded, which caused her to chuckle.

“May I leave my mark?”, she asked gently, as her hands slipped under your shirt.

“I have dreamed about that too…”

As soon as you gave your permission she began working on a rather sensitive spot of your neck. She sucked right over where she could feel your pulse. Teasingly she bit into your skin only to apologize by licking over her mark. Bada leaned back to admire her work, but she was caught off guard by your look. Eyes half closed and unfocused, your lips deep red and kiss swollen. She almost lost her mind then and there when your tongue poked out to catch a drop of spit from falling from your lips.

She cupped your chin again to hold you while she savored a slow but deep kiss. Emboldened by her hungry gaze and your own lust, you took her hand and placed it a little further south, around your throat. She smirked down at you as she helped you sit on her desk. Her hand was just around your neck, she wasn’t applying any pressure at all, no matter how much you hinted that you wanted it.

It was only when she pulled you into another kiss by your throat, you got what you wanted. The pressure making you lightheaded, so that you couldn’t even form a coherent thought anymore. Her other hand ghosted up and down your thigh, sending shivers that went right into your clit, when she was only remotely close to slipping her hand under your skirt. Your hips rolled forward over and over in an unsuccessful attempt of creating friction. She noticed and her evil chuckle was swallowed by the kiss you shared.

“Please…”, you managed to get out.

“Beg for it.”, Bada smirked and bit your lower lip.

“Please… I need you to touch me.”, you really gave your best to get the words out. In response her hand left your throat and cupped your breast. You whined, that was not the touch you had wanted.

“Patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”, she muttered into your ear and kissed your temple, before her other hand came up and her long slender middle finger pushed past your lips. It was almost pathetic how obediently you started sucking on her finger and swirled your tongue around it.

“You dreamed about me being knuckledeep in your pretty cunt, hm?”, she asked then.

Again you eagerly nodded and she pulled her finger out of your mouth. You watched curiously as she pushed your skirt up and your panties to the side. At first her slick finger rubbed your throbbing clit ever so slightly. Bada took a mental note, that prepping her finger with spit wouldn’t have been needed, not when you were dripping wet like that. Her finger slipped into you almost too easily, and you exhaled a soft moan. Bada captured your lips in another kiss.

“So warm, so wet…”, she whispered. “So perfect.”

You moaned. You didn’t even know if it was because of her praise or her finger that was thrusting deep into you. Maybe it was a bit of both.

Your breath hitched when she added another finger, as she decided that you were not moaning enough. She wanted to hear your beautiful voice when you would come undone on her fingers. And it worked perfectly. Your breaths got quicker and your moans louder, just how she wanted it. She grinned self-sufficiently against your neck as she worked on another hickey. Curse words left your lips when she started to curl her two fingers within you and you grasped her shoulders, holding on for dear life, as she toyed with the most sensitive spot that existed within your body.

The tingly sensation in your legs and the knot in your stomach announced the bliss that was approaching slowly. That was until you felt her thumb on your clit, while her other fingers pressed against your G-Spot. An overwhelming orgasm washed through you and a silent scream got stuck in your throat. You clawed into her shoulder and buried your face in her neck, as she helped you ride your high and dragging it out as much as possible until you were pulling away with overstimulation.

Gently she pulled her fingers out and she stepped back to look at her work. You pussy clenching around the phantom feeling of her fingers that still lingered. You sat there, on her desk, panting and your eyes were still delirious. Your skirt was still pushed up and your hair stuck to your face with sweat, while a few tears rolled down your face after the overstimulation.

“Is this what you dreamed about?”, she smirked and put her two fingers into her own mouth.

[auiciqa]

Marriage Counseling With Miguel O'Hara 😵‍💫

Pairing-Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings-not many just soft angst(kinda soft angst 😰) and cheesy

*a/n-this is my first drabble so keep in mind that this is my very first one and pls tell me if I made any mistakes😔💔

Miguel was a...very confusing man.you couldn't help but grow suspicion on the fact that he came home from work really late.I mean could you really blame the man? He's one of the lead geneticists in Alchemax which can honestly can be very stressful considering that he's also Spider-Man.

It wasn't till he got home from work really late with his hair all over the place,his blouse being smothered in wine red lipstick and the smell of cheap perfume from TJ-Maxx or Ross or something.Your mind knew exactly why he came home as such late hours.You weren't surprised at all,when you payed your credit card bills you could see purchases made at Tiffany's and co,Pandora,Sephora,Dior, Cartier,etc.. When the most he had gotten you was a full charm bracelet from James Avery?

You didn't have the words to confess to him so you just kept it to yourself.It even scared you that your own 5 year old daughter understood why you and her father were so distant.

The day you confessed to him he was mad.. like really mad. Mad to the point where could just slap you across the face right then and there. "Hija de ty puta Madre I knew I should've told you this sooner or later!"."Well you didn't,instead you went and fucked your sorrows into a 20 year olds pussy!". You felt your throat tighten like there was a piece of barbed wire wrapped around it,hell even your words came out almost broken."Well at least it was better than yours!"."Miguel.. don't you remember you said that you would love me forever? You aren't the man I feel in love with 10 years ago."."Well maybe I broke that promise alright why can't you just shut the fuck up already!".You cried into your pillow that night while Miguel left, probably to go to the other woman but you couldn't stop thinking about the promise he made to you,he said he'll love you forever,right? Right.....?

As soon as Miguel came home from work you had told him that marriage Counseling was going to be the best option the fix your marriage."Why can't we just get a divorce you stupid bitch it won't even work out!" He yelled but you just kept a straight face."Well I just don't want Gabby to grow up switching houses every week,the girl isn't even 12 and she already understands why we've been so distant it even scares me on how much she understands what we have..!". You both loved Gabby very much but Miguel couldn't help but think about his own daughter,how could have he forgotten about how his own daughter would feel if her parents separated her opinion matters too."Only for Gabby's sake.".Took awhile for him to agree his face said otherwise,he looked like he was defeated meanwhile you were scheduling an appointment with the counselor.

"Good morning Mr and Mrs O'Hara what seems to be the issue here?". It was that question that both of you guys wanted to avoid answering,yet again you felt that same feeling of ur throat feeling tight."Um..well this son of a bitch just cheated on me yet he promised he will love me forever and I just think that promises should last forever don't you think Mr.Anderton? Miguel couldn't help but roll his eyes at what you just said but felt a sense of relief because he wasn't the one to answer that question."Well that seems to be the case for most couples,but let's just start off on things that we can change and things we can't, starting off strong Mr O'Hara what is something you would like for your wife to change?"There was a long pregnant pause, because Miguel was distant from you he didn't notice anything that bothered him or that could change so he just had to make something up."Uh..she's always complaining on how I get home late.?"Did this bitch really just lie? Y'all are here to repair your relationship for the sake of y'all's daughter and he just sits there and lies?"Not true!" You yelled, Miguel couldn't help but argue back and so did you,this went on for about 30 seconds till Mr anderton stopped you guys."Ok that question might be something you both don't want to answer, I fear that y'all are here to repair you're marriage not fight." you turned to look at Miguel as he does the same and y'all both look back at the counselor."Let's just go with something easier,Um Mrs O'Hara have you ever thanked your husband for having a roof over your heads and to have food on the table every day?" Miguel could feel himself smirk and so did you feel it you were just left speechless,"Uh.. no.." "Ok now Mr O'Hara have you also thanked your wife for cooking,cleaning, washing laundry and for taking care of your child." Right back at you bitch, you couldn't help but giggle a bit as Miguel frowns at the question."no."

The session went on for another hour or two untill "I can't help but say that you both need some serious help.."You and Miguel both looked at each other knowing that this won't work out.

Okkk guyssss hope y'all liked this I think I could do some improvements but overall I think this came out good!

[slafkovskys]

jack x oldestnorris!sibling is too good. he would have to try so hard to win her over

oh, jack hughes is late.

he is so late and she isn’t answering any of the calls he’s screaming at his car to dial. they go straight to voicemail. his pleading texts he had sent before flying out of the practice facility also remain unanswered. he had the brief, fleeting thought to call dalton (her undisputed favorite brother, her baby much to his dismay) but that quickly passed.

why?

because dalton would call josh who would then find jack and end his career prematurely before he even had a chance at a decent playoff run. so no, he would handle this one himself.

oh, how could he be so stupid?

he’s flying down the michigan streets in the direction of the norris family home like a mad man. he curses laws as he tries to stick them because they don’t understand that he finally got a date with the woman he’s been crushing on since he laid eyes on her when josh’s family came to watch their brothers’ first ntdp game eight years ago.

and he’s fucking late.

the sight of the norris’ driveway is a relief and he’s sure that if it were loose gravel, he would have flung half of it based off the speed he was turning in. he catches sight of her, well the back of her, walking up the stairs and she has a hand on the front door when he opens his door and shouts, “y/n, wait! please!”

she looks at him, a look of annoyance and obvious hurt present across her features. she’s dressed up while jack is still donning the same clothes he had worn to train in, not even bothering with the suit he had brought that was hanging in his back seat neatly pressed by his mother for the occasion. his shoulders fall, “please let me explain. i know that i’m late-”

she scoffs, “only by about two hours.”

“i know, but if you would just hear me out,” he’s pleading with her. she stares at him for a moment before leaning against one of the beams on the porch, arms crossed over chest. a breeze sweeps over the two of them, carrying the smell of her perfume to jack. this one’s different then the one she usually wears, the one he had grown to love, to crave. this one was better even and after a whiff, he straightens up and clears his throat, ready to plead his case, “we finished training earlier than we were supposed to and everybody knew about tonight, i swear. they knew how important it was- is to me and that i couldn’t be late.

“one of the trainers for the younger guys asked if we could stay behind a few extra minutes and talk to them. quinn was down and they said it would only take a few minutes and because we finished early, i stayed. i didn’t know they would want us to do some exercises with them, or else i would’ve left. i swear i tried to get out of there every chance i could, but they kept stopping me.

“i know that we’ve already missed our reservation, but if you give me another chance, i can make a mean chicken parm. quinn’s not going to be home tonight and we would have to stop by the store first to get some things because i have nothing to make chicken parm, but i promise you that i can make it worth your while and then some,” he watches her expression the entire time, trying to gauge her reaction to his very true rendition of events. he’s confused when her lips curl up into a smirk.

“quinn called earlier and vouched for you. even got the trainer that held you back on the phone in case i didn’t believe him,” she says as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder. jack’s face falls and she grins, “called the house phone and everything begging me not to cancel on you. said you’ve been talking about this all week?”

jack nods quickly because it was the truth. he’d barely shut up about his plans since she’d agreed to them, “that’s right.”

“well, hughes, i would hate for you to go home to an empty house and no food,” she as she pushes away from the beam, making her way down the steps towards him, “but i do have one condition.”

“anything,” the ball was in her court and he was about two seconds from dropping to his knees and begging right in the middle of the subdivision. if that’s what she wanted, jack thought, he would do it.

“you have to take a shower when we get to your house because not even your cuteness can excuse the smell of sweat coming off of you right now,” she raises an eyebrow, “do we have a deal?”

“let’s shake on it, norris,” his hand shoots out and hers meets in the middle. he takes note of her manicure and grins, so she did pick the color he chose. “after you, m’lady.”

he leads her to the car with a light hand on her back and as soon as he shuts her door, there is the sound of someone clearing their throat rather loudly. jack turns his head towards the garage, which is now open and standing in the middle with a hockey stick in hand, looking as menacing as jack had ever seen him, was dwayne norris.

he doesn’t say a word. he doesn’t need to, the look he gives jack was enough to convey everything that her brothers already had. jack nods his head quickly, “yes sir, i understand.”

dwayne gives him a curt nod before shooting a puck into the practice net and jack scrambles to the driver’s side, eager to get away and finally start the night he had been waiting almost a decade for.

part two coming soon!

[somber-sapphic]

Doctor vs. Lawyer

〘Prompt 9- White Coat Syndrome〙

〘Notes- This doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I think it's close enough. ALSO. I'm going to throw in a TW for anxiety, I projected a bit in this one. Aaannndd I made Reader a lawyer because it was the most stressful job I could think of.〙

〘Summary- Your wife being a doctor doesn't make you fear them any less.〙

〘Word Count- 700〙

〘Pairing- Carina DeLuca x Sick Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

You sat on the edge of the cot in the ER, your knee bouncing rhythmically against the cold tile floor. You didn’t want to be here, in fact, the hospital was the last place you wanted to be. You didn’t even enjoy coming here to bring your wife lunch, let alone when you were actually ill.  

It wasn’t that you disliked Carina’s coworkers, in fact, you got along with them all very well. But that was outside of the hospital. Here, you were something to be poked and prodded at and studied. You were helpless, out of your element. You weren’t in control.

A painful cough ripped through your chest, and you ducked your face into your shirt, doing your absolute best to suppress and quiet the fit. That cough was the reason you were here. You’d been talking to Carina on the phone (she hadn’t been home in days), and the young doctor had ordered you to come in.

“Car, I want to go home. I’ll be fine at home, please.” You whispered, turning pleading eyes on the OB/GYN who was staring at the floor.

“No, bambina, you need to be here. I can only do so much at home. I cannot help if you need antibiotics.” She explained firmly, rubbing her knee with a free hand while texting with the other. A quick glance over her shoulder showed you that she was texting Amelia, presumably in relation to your nonexistent treatment.

“I want to go home.” You said again, coughing into your shoulder. The cold you had woken up with a week ago hadn’t gone away, instead it had gotten 10x worse. Carina had been doing her best to monitor your symptoms but, in the end, she couldn’t legally treat you.

“I know. If you had done a better job at taking care of yourself maybe, we wouldn’t be here.” The brunette snapped, glaring at you. She loved you, she did, but she had also been working nonstop for weeks, barely leaving the hospital. She hadn’t been home to sleep or have a proper meal for eight days. The last place either one of you wanted to be was Grey Sloan.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, tears filling your eyes. More than you hated being here, you hated making the woman you loved angry. You knew that you should’ve taken better care of yourself, but you’d gotten distracted. It was hard being a lawyer, you often worked just as many hours as Carina.

The physician sighed and ran her fingers through her silky hair, tossing the long locks over one shoulder. She turned to face you and smiled a little, shaking her head.

“No, I’m sorry. It is not your fault that you got sick, I apologize for biting.” Now it was your turn to smile. Her little slip ups in English were always adorable.

“Snapping babe, not biting.” You corrected, putting your head on her shoulder. The mix of exhaustion from your illness and the nonstop bouncing of your leg was getting to you. Another wet cough tore through your body, followed by a sound you didn’t know that you could make. Now you felt anxious, sick, and pathetic.

“Oh, amore. I know you’re nervous, but I promise it will all be okay. We will make sure it’s someone you feel comfortable with, yeah? No one gets to touch you unless you’re okay with it. And as soon as it’s done, we will get you back home and into a warm bath, then bed.” She said, placing a featherlight kiss to your sweaty hairline.

You couldn’t fathom why on Earth she’d want to be kissing you right now, but there was no way that you’d be complaining. You leaned into her side, resting your head in the crook of her neck.

If your nose hadn’t been so stuffy you probably could’ve smelled her calming vanilla scent, the perfume always a comfort. You sprayed it all over the sweatshirt that was saved specifically for when she was gone.

“There she is, see, just Amelia. We like Amelia, no?” Carina said with a smile, running her thumb across your cheekbone. You nodded, still apprehensive. The neurosurgeon was great, you loved her as a friend, but still. Doctors.

“It will be fast my love. I promise.” Your girlfriend soothed, kissing your earlobe. It was a strange place for a kiss, but you weren’t about to object to a little extra comfort. With a final deep breath -and subsequent coughing fit- you steeled yourself, ready for whatever Amelia would throw at you. As long as Carina was there, you could do anything.

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[possum-quesadilla]

The last chapter of Time is a Flat Circle is up! So sorry in advance. (No I’m not.) Be sure to read the trigger warnings and tread carefully! This one is a doozy!

Here are the details for this specific chapter! Time is a Flat Circle as a whole will have a “post mortem” itself before Part 2 comes out. If you have any questions you’d like answered, send them my way!

- The lyrics from this chapter’s title is from “This Woman’s Work” by Kate Bush! Heavily inspired by a scene using a song in “Our Flag Means Death”, I listened to this song endlessly while writing this chapter. I believe it fits it so well for obvious reasons.

- “His senses weren’t overly reactive, recently. It was easier to spend more time outside, or among the humans’ excited chatter. It was nice. It made them feel… not peace, but a lack of unease.” - he is experiencing overstimulation less and less due to the humans helping him have access to accommodations!

- “(where the hell even was “Miskatonic University”?)” - This is a reference to H.P. Lovecraft’s work, since it inspired Beetlejuice’s last name, but also more to the movie “Re-Animator”! It kicks a lot of ass if you can stomach it. Check the trigger warnings before watching. Highly regarded in the trans autistic community.

- Beej’s favorite pizza toppings being pepperoni and mushrooms is a reference to That Beautiful Sound!

- “one of the “fidgets” she was particularly fond of; a singular key of a keyboard.” - This is based on my favorite fidget!

- “Can you even blush?” - He can!

- “ the gaudy floral wallpaper.” … “the tackily patterned yellow wallpaper. (How repellent. How dull.)” - The appearance of the wallpaper and the way Beetlejuice describes it is taken straight from one of my absolute favorite horror short stories, “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman!

- “I promised I’d get you all out of this, and ‘m a… thing of my word.” - Taken straight from my own vernacular. I’m not a man or a woman of my word, so I say “thing” as a joke!

- “Hot damn!” - this is a reference to one of my favorite “Brooklyn-99” cold opens.

- The TV show Barbara and Lydia start while the boys are busy with the model is “The Fall of the House of Usher”, which is one of my absolute favorite shows ever. It is an amalgamation of Edgar Allen Poe’s stories! Lydia would go nuts, I think.

- As Adam states, Beetlejuice has very sensitive eyes! They’re built for darkness, so they don’t know how to handle an abundance of light properly. Also, the sensory nightmare of ‘sun in your eyes’ sucks.

- “Gardening with Barbara was like a short dream conjured up from a summer afternoon nap.” - Although altered, this comparison is taken straight from my absolute favorite story Stephen King has ever written: “Laurie”. It is phenomenal. Highly recommend you listen to MrCreepyPasta’s reading of it.

- The soup Beetlejuice helped make was loaded potato soup! One of my favorites.

- “It should be a comfort, shouldn’t it? No one else got a chance like this, to have the precious moments mapped out, to have their time left set in stone.” - This is taken straight from my own thoughts. As someone with many chronic illnesses and a projected shortened lifespan, this is something I often tell myself.

- “after he’d wrapped her up in blankets and tossed her onto her bed.” - Fun sibling activities! My older brother used to love to wrap me up tightly and toss me across the room onto my bed. I also loved it.

- “I don’t keep anything strong on me after Adam freaked out about my flask.” - My version of Adam has trauma related to alcoholism/substance abuse. Beej took his concerns seriously and stashed away most of his ’goods’.

- “ “There is no… other side for me.” He gently squeezed her hand. “This is it.” ” - This is, of course, one of the hardest lines ever written, from “BoJack Horseman”. Made me bawl my eyes out when I first heard it, and I bawled again writing it into my fic.

- The various smells!

- Black tea and perfume - this has already been addressed! Beetlejuice mentioned how Barbara smells like iced tea and perfume a few times before.

- Isopropyl alcohol and tung oil - aftershave and woodworking materials!

- Vinegar-y chemicals and formaldehyde - Lydia has traces of photo-treatment chemicals on her. And she likes taxidermy things.

- Beetlejuice’s reaction to being called sweet is a direct mirror of my own. I have no idea how to respond to being called kind and such and act all grumpy.

- On the “diagnosed” conversation - everyone but Beetlejuice knows that that’s about. Lydia has been diagnosed with a few things as well! Perhaps we will get into it in Part 2?

- “The evening passed at the speed of a dream. Dinner, dishes, laughter. Pajamas, blankets, rounds of Clue and tossed game pieces.” - This is meant to parody General Gibson’s speech in “Asteroid City”. Specifically when he says, “twenty years passed at the speed of a dream. A wife, a son, a daughter, a poodle.” This movie literally altered my brain chemistry, no hyperbole. It will be referenced again.

- “Eric is returning to his grave.” - This is meant to be foreshadowing for Beej’s plan!

- “Lydia suggested they watch “The Exorcist”. Despite the Maitlands being terrified of the film, they stuck around to watch it. But the humans did not make it to the ending. They fell asleep huddled together, all pressed up against the demon’s sides. “God damn you, take me!” It wasn’t so funny this time around.” - This has a few layers; it’s referring to how movie Beetlejuice has seen “The Exorcist” 167 times, and says it gets funnier every time. The scene that is being quoted is when the priest character, Karras, tells the demon to take him instead of the girl it’s possessing. He then jumps out the window to kill the demon along with himself. For obvious reasons, this is not quite as funny to Beej anymore. (And, I mean, it’s about an exorcism. And he is dreading an upcoming exorcism. Not fun!)

- “How exquisitely stupid. How perfectly splendid.” - These are both references to two of my favorite pieces of horror media. The first is from “Nope”, the second is from “The Haunting of Bly Manor”.

- “They tried, desperately, to hold it all within their grasp, to savor it, to hold it close. But it’s hopeless. The last day with their BFFF passes like sand through his fingers.” - This is meant to be a reference to “So Long” by Tokyo Elvis, which was the song for one of the previous chapters!

- “7pm arrives like a thief in the night, sure and swift and inevitable.” - the phrase “like a thief in the night” is from “The Masque of Red Death” by Edgar Allen Poe. Lydia’s love of the poet is rubbing off on him!

- “He empties out their belongings from his hammer space and leaves them in tidy piles in the basement.” - this is a reference to a line from Mitski’s “The Last Words of a Shooting Star”, which was almost the song for this chapter. The lyrics it references are “And I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy, They'll think of me kindly, When they come for my things”

- The scene where Lydia calls Beetlejuice “BugBeverage” is meant to parallel the goodbye hug they exchanged at the end of the musical, just somewhat reversed!

- “Of all the billions of breathers that coulda seen me and said my name, I’m so glad it was you.” - this is meant to be a homage to a very impactful scene in “Fantastic Mr. Fox”. Shout out to all my fellow autistics that this movie made cry.

- “W-Wiggog Y-” - This is a cheeky reference to Wiggly from the Hatchetfield Universe! I have my own Tickle-Me-Wiggly!

- “I bid you, full foul in your fury, to smother this profane blight with your icy cull,” - This is a rephrasing of one of the best monologues ever from the best movie of all time, “The Lighthouse”. (I have seen it 103 times. I am not joking.) The original lines were, “rise from the depths full foul in his fury!” And “smother this young mouth with pungent slime”

- “His feet shifted, teeter-toter- Deep breath, it’s time.” - Taken from “The View from Halfway Down”, a poem read on “BoJack Horseman” from the same episode as the other quote in this chapter. It is a haunting, distressing poem from the perspective of someone who has jumped off a bridge to commit suicide, but regrets it halfway down. I thought it was extremely thematically relevant here.

- “Morning Frost.” - Morning Frost is a creation of my own. It’s a play on the ‘Morningstar’, or Lucifer, the original demon. The original head honcho of the Netherworld. Not much is known about them by Beej, so we are too for now! The only way to kill a creature born of hellfire is to freeze out that fire.

- “Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.” - This is taken from a similar scene in “Slay The Princess”, one of my favorite games ever!! A horrific timeloop, a twisted romance. I won’t spoil anything, but the character saying this is doing so to keep his body from shutting down, like Beetlejuice. I say this to myself over and over again sometimes when I’m having a panic attack and it’s helped!

- “They hope it’ll lull them safely into a gentle goodnight.” - this is a reference to a famous poem, “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas.

- The feeling of warmth returning is a bad thing, which is why Adam freaks out more when he notices! One of the last stages of hypothermia is feeling incredibly warm and stopping shaking. There’s also disorientation and confusion, hence why Beej can’t talk or think quite straight after this point.

- A fun little lesson on treating hypothermia from the Deetz-Maitlands! Warm the neck and core with blankets, get heated blankets if possible, and give them warm, sweet beverages. Starting to shake again is a great sign.

- “… he couldn’t let them see him as he was) and stepped forward to greet the pair, shaking on his humanoid illusions and Ghost with the Most persona.” - Beeltejuice is afraid that he can’t take anything back now. He wants to make a good impression on Charles and Delia. Sucks to suck, buddy!

If you’ve made it this far, wow… thank you! This monster of a fic wouldn’t be possible without the serotonin boost every like, comment, and FANART (still can’t believe that one) sent my way. Thank you so much. Can’t wait for Part 2! I will add hints and teasers for what’s to come in the Post Mortem. I’m going to keep working on my crochet sandworm now.

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday!

What about trophy husband/sugar baby alec for a prompt? (I know it's not too far off what you just posted, so I hope it's different enough to interest you)

Have a good one

Hey! Thanks I did in fact have a good day! And lots of fun prompts like this one: I hope you enjoy it!

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Alec frowns as he contemplates the pendant, though he doesn’t bother looking at the price. Magnus has plenty of mundane currency and Alec has a great deal of the Lightwood fortune and his own money.

“Oh, something catch your eye?” Magnus asks him and Alec nods without really thinking about it. “That one.” Alec says because Magnus is being very sweet and patient but Alec also knows Magnus gets antsy if they don’t find at least one thing Alec likes in each store.

It’s like Magnus doesn’t understand that Alec derives pleasure from seeing Magnus enjoy himself; not actually shopping himself.

But it’s not Alec’s job to judge Magnus, it’s his honor and pleasure to support Magnus and show him that Alec loves him, everything else is just a bonus.

A bonus that also involves a lot of mundanes.

Unfortunately.

“Sir, this pendant is five thousand dollars in its current form and you want to… rework it?” Alec sighs and is about to give up when an arm wraps around his waist and a chin hooks over his shoulder.

“Mr. Bane!” She gasps out and gives Alec a confused look, “and this is your—?” She trails off leadingly and is clearly surprised, though Alec doesn’t get why when she recognizes Magnus.

“Just his.” Alec says because he can’t deal with the exhaustion of mundanes knowing him. There’s a dark chuckle against his ear and Alec doesn’t get why the woman is suddenly stuttering and blushing and grabbing the pendant and going to the back.

“Is this yet another necklace you’re going to slip into my jewelry despite knowing I can tell each time?” Magnus rumbles against his back and Alec leans back, trying to chase away his pending headache with his boyfriend’s presence.

“No.” Alec mutters because his head feels tighter the longer they stand there, in a room that smells too strongly of perfume and the stench of prey.

He turns and wraps his arms around Magnus, burrowing into Magnus’ neck to hide from the migraine burrowing into his skulls

“My poor darling,” Magnus soothes and he presses cool, magical kisses to Alec’s jaw. “I’ll get you home soon, alright?”

“Lunch—“ Alec mutters because they canceled yesterday due to a sewer rift and he wants to sit with Magnus in a country far from the one they’re in.

“Alexander, I’m not sure—“

“It was a promise, Magnus.” Alec reminds him, because it was a promise and Alec couldn’t keep it but Magnus is too generous sometimes. “We’re going to Italy. Tonight. Or I’ll call Cat for a lift and go without you.” It’s an empty threat because Alec is going nowhere without Magnus, but it does the job because Magnus laughs and kisses his forehead again.

“Alright, my Alexander. I’ll take you to Italy tonight.” Magnus says and Alec nods against his chest, because good.

Magnus is much better at keeping promises. So Alec is sure they’ll get there. And Magnus has been craving that one shop’s ossobuco and bread.

“But if you make me eat pasta while I’m this tired and then judge my noodle skills I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“Isn’t that just self-punishment?”

“You always end up carrying me into bed once I’m asleep anyways Magnus, does it really matter?”

“Oh my god.” Alec hears and he ignores it because it’s not a demon it’s a mundane and the deal is that Magnus gets the… honor of dealing with them.

“Wrap it for me.” Magnus says in a politely cool tone. There’s no danger but Alec can tell he doesn’t like something but then Magnus adds, “what was it for darling?”

And Alec murmurs, “it matches your eyes. I’m going to take it to that little stall in the Brooklyn shadow market, the one that does commissions. I need something that reminds me of you to deal with clave meetings, Magnus. And they won’t let me bring you.”

And Magnus snorts and says, not to Alec, “the bracelets on that rack as well, and the order I put in a month ago, if you please. And then we’ll be leaving.”

—

Alec doesn’t think anything of it. Magnus kisses his headache away and hand feeds him food in a private courtyard so that there’s no need for Alec to fail at eating this tired.

They go back nearly a month later and there’s more employees, a lot of customers and a complete and utter silence when Magnus walks in, his hand on the small of Alec’s back.

And then they converge like a school of uneducated piranhas.

“Oh for—“ and Alec ducks away from Magnus’ hand and goes over to the champagne counter and takes a whole tray.

The server starts to say something and Alec looks between the server and Magnus, and then snorts when the server just nods.

Alec drains three of them and takes the last two over, one in each hand. He passes one to Magnus and gives his best, politically bland and false smile that he can.

The one he used on Lorenzo.

“Babe—“ Alec says, letting his hand linger like he’s refusing to give the drink until Magnus leans forward and kisses him.

And Magnus magicks the drink into something more potent under the protection of their joined hands.

“Thank you my love.” Magnus says and that causes a bunch of gasps and titters and Alec nods and leaves again.

Except this time he’s being followed by several young men — Magnus calls them twinks — and some girls who look even more delicate than Simon when Alec first met him.

“Can I help you?” He asks from where he’s looking at an amber ring that looks like the color of Magnus’ unglamoured eyes when he’s angry.

“Spill!”

“What’s it like? How did you bag him?”

And Alec frowns because he is not going to spill anything and he did not bag Magnus. That would require Magnus needing a body bag and Alec is going to die before he lets that happen.

“What?” Alec asks, hoping to somehow interpret what’s being said.

“Where did you meet?” One asks and she’s staring at Alec like Magnus sometimes stares at steak when he’s running low on magic.

“His club.” Alec says; because that’s true enough and Pandemonium has a mundane section.

And Alec is really unsure how much he can tell mundanes. This isn’t supposed to be his problem.

“My brother‘s girlfriend had a problem and they both kind of lost their common sense? And Magnus had part of the solution and was part of the problem, so it sort of just—“ and Alec waves a hand, “worked out.”

He’s given several wide-eyed looks and he doesn’t get one dude’s murmur of, “oh my god.”

It’s like they’ve had a realization.

Alec had no idea what they think they’ve understood.

“I’m going to go look at—“ and he squints across the room, “garnets. Nice to meet you.” He gets the last lie out of his mouth and hurries to the garnets.

Magnus has been expressing his enjoyment for Alec wearing jewelry and Alec aims to please… and avoid mundanes.

—

“How did he read that from here?” Isley asks, her eyes lingering on the tall, delectable man walking away on long, long legs.

“No idea.” And Jamie is also looking at Magnus’ Bane’s sugar baby wistfully. “Is it bad if I don’t know if I want to be him or fuck him?”

“Oh mood—“ Isley says even though she’s perfectly happy as a lesbian. “It’s the Magnus Bane effect, though normally his flavor-of-the-month isn’t so… permanent. Or doted on.”

“So what, you think his family got mixed into something shady? They made a deal with Bane for a better ending and Bane decided to go with the brother when they couldn't pay up?”

“I don’t know, Bane doesn’t seem quite the type. But what do I actually know about the guy?” Jamie huffs sulkily, “I wonder if Bane and his boy do threesome.”

There is a shattering of glass and they look over, paling to see Bane there.

Far closer than he used to be and inconveniently in ear range.

There is a cold, dark look on his face as he accepts the silk cloth hastily taken from a display by an attendee and casually wipes the glass from his hands.

Litter crystal shards are pulverized about him on the floor, and there isn’t a scratch on him.

“We do not.” Bane is saying and his voice is the temptation of molting coals. Danger is there and you know it but you want to lean closer and touch. “No one touches my boy, as you called him. Because he is mine.” And as Bane’s sugar baby comes over with a scowl and a stack of boxes they all see how the deadly rage swirls into an inferno of dangerous adoration. “And I am his.”

And they watch as Bane’s boy kisses Bane’s check, his scowl softening until he sees them and then he rolls his big hazel eyes and mutters something.

“Yes I agree.” Bane is saying, “I think we have rather overstayed. Lunch in Paris, darling? Or perhaps dinner by the time we get there?”

And Isley wonders what she has to do in life to get someone like Magnus Bane.

“We went to Paris last week—“ Bane is told, like it’s normal to say no to sporadic global trips, “I’d rather go back to Hokkaido. I didn’t get to see pikas last time, Magnus. I was promised pikas.”

“Then pikas you shall have,” Bane says like denying Paris to go look at whatever a pika makes sense. Perhaps we’ll stop by Germany first, I think you’d like their brats.” And then under his breath they all hear Magnus add, “and if not we’ll just go to Sweden instead.”

Isley gives up and abandons Jamie and the others and goes and face plants in the lovely, cushioning embrace of her partner's chest.

“It’s not fair.” She wails, voice thankfully muffled, “I don’t even like men!” And her hair is being petted as the woman comforting her laughs.

[loverboy-cc]

Chores

Kinktober day no. 6

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat.

Pairing: Yae Miko/cis fem sub reader

CWs: Manipulation, dubcon bc of coercion, power imbalance, a sprinkle of gas lighting

AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once. Also I did some looking into what irl shrine maidens do and it’s a lot of menial stuff like cleaning and running any shops in the shrine.

Kinktober Masterlist

Yae Miko is a fascinating woman; understatement of the century I know but still.

So it was both horrifying and incredibly interesting when she started personally overseeing your day to day activities as a shrine maiden

Most of what you did was keep the place tidy, not that you were any good at it. At least that’s the conclusion you’d came to with how often Yae would come “teach you to do the chores correctly.”

Said teaching often involved her very, very close to you. The ends of her soft hair tickling your face and the light, airy smell of her perfume filling your senses.

“You summoned me, Guuji Yae.”

“Yes, thank you for your swift arrival.”

Yae sat perched on a bench within a secluded part of the shrine. Passively toying with the gohei she often carried with her as she looked at you, disappointment written on her face as she sighed and stood.

“Join me on a walk, we have… Much to discuss.”

You nod and follow behind her. It was strange in a way, she kept a respectful distance between you both as you left the shrine and made your way down the mountain. Her behavior was in no way strange, but after the close proximity of your lessons with her and the easy smile she had worn during them; her distant smile and the newfound distance stirred an anxiety deep in your chest.

The walk down the mountain felt agonizingly long. But when you did eventually reach the north alcove yae was the first to speak.

“I’m sure you’re aware of why we’re here, no?”

You blinked owlishly at her, besides making sure the little cave was tidy you’d rarely been down here. She appears shocked at your lack of knowledge, and the anxiety digs it’s roots deeper into your diaphragm.

“I see… It's because of your inability to correctly see your tasks done without my assistance. I’d be more understanding if you would accept the help from other shrine maidens. I understand that some people tire quickly. But the others I’ve asked to help you say you’re unwilling to help with your tasks.”

She sighs as you wrack your brain trying to remember ever neglecting your tasks.

“If this behavior keeps up… I can’t promise you can continue working at the shrine.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, someone had to be lying about you to her! You can’t remember ever deliberately neglecting your duties.

Yae smiles sadly at your little outburst.

“I wish I could agree but there has been enough other shrine maidens speaking against you I can’t defend you anymore…”

You pick up on the “but,” that she doesn’t say. And jump at the opportunity to try and fix this whole situation.

“Guuji Yae there needs to be something I can do to fix this. I promise I’m not deliberately neglecting my tasks.”

She stills and looks you over, something flashes behind her eyes and despite everything you know about the woman, a chill squirms down your spine. She looks away and you release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“I can technically vouch for you. With my word there’s little anyone could do to touch you.”

She looks to you with a coy smile, the discomfort returns with a vengeance, you get the sense you’re not going to enjoy whatever she has you do… but you value your job, and you enjoy the shrine despite how little you seem to do for it.

“What do I need to do? I’m.. open to just about anything.”

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat. She steps closer and you physically resist the urge to step back.

“Seeing as you prefer my company, I’d like you to assist me personally. I’ll see your usual tasks get completed in exchange.”

That’s… so much less than you’d expected? You nod enthusiastically and she steps closer yet, looking down at you through her fluffy hair.

“I’m glad. Meet me here this evening after the maidens stop selling fortunes and I’ll start training you.” Her smile doesn’t falter as she leaves you in the damp cave.

Yae is already there when you arrive. But she is missing the top most layer of her typical outfit. Leaving very little covered.

The anxiety that had finally settled returns tenfold as you try not to let your mind wander about the true reason Yae summoned you here. It’s obviously just her casual wear, why are you being weird about it?

It was not in fact just her casual wear, and somehow Yae went even further than your brain had hoped guessed she would

Forcing you to bury your face between her smooth, plush thighs and eat her out until she decided she was done. Long after your knees had gotten sore from the uneven rock below you.

Yae pulls you away from her by your hair. She looks at you with the same sly smile she did when she cornered you with this idea, the only thing pointing to her having enjoyed you at all is the blush on her cheeks and the ever so slight glossiness in her eyes.

“Good girl, stand.”

You scramble to your feet, trying to fix your own very disheveled outfit as she talks.

“You’re lucky you’re amusing. I want you here at the same time every night. I don’t recommend disappointing me, little one. We both know what’s on the line here.”

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