#the boys finally escape the mad woman

[naffeclipse]

Charm Brought It Back Pt. 4

Reader x Witches!Sun, Moon, & Eclipse

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Once more, I return with @jackofallrabbits and I's Hocus Pocus AU, and I'm so excited to introduce @deliasmilkshake's cover art as well! Thank you so much to Delia for their beautiful work! <3 Now we return to the boys hunting down their darling bride while the reader discovers more of what unfolded in the past.

Content Warning: Suggestive themes, heavy kissing, heavy touching, injury, blood, violence, (temporary) animal death, and (temporary) character death.

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In the far distance, a thick column of gray smoke chimneys up into the night sky, blotting out the light of stars. You look back again. The road has curved and how bends around homes and the beginning of small-town business. Windows are decorated with stickers of pumpkins and cauldrons with glowing green soups, and scarecrows line the corners. The pavement becomes a sidewalk underneath your feet. In an awkward gait, balancing upon the stint of his one leg and his only good foot, Michael stays close beside you.

A tear drips from your chin onto the bloody, dirty fur of the rabbit in your arms. Vanessa’s body is warm to the touch. You clutch her to your chest.

“It’s okay,” Michael murmurs. He lifts a putrid, rotten hand as if to pat your shoulder, but stops and lowers it again. “She’s not dead.”

“Michael,” you half sob, half snap. “She’s not breathing.”

“She will breathe again.” He holds your gaze. Twin pinpricks of white flame burn in his black, sunken eyes. “It’s part of the curse. She can’t die.”

You stare at him, disbelief squeezing your throat. You gently slot your fingers through the soft white coat of the woman who no longer has her own form. The brothers did this. The witches’ curse clench Michael tightly in a dark fist of unholy power. His body has dissolved into a walking corpse. 

Will the same happen to Vanessa? Will she now return as a rotting rabbit corpse? Your gut twists at such a thought.

Why can’t the witches take it back? Why can’t they stop and make it right? Is this the reason they were hanged by Michael’s ancestor—because they casted harm upon everyone?

You can’t bear to think of this anymore. The rabbit is small in your arms and you want to clean away the blood drying on her pale fur. 

A few cars honks at another. The night is well past the witching hour. The faint pounding echo of music from a party pricks your ears. Hunching over Vanessa, you wonder if she’s ever been outside of the brothers’ home for all the years she was cursed. 

Her long ears fall flat against her skull. You gently pet her and whisper an apology. It’s your fault.

You rest your hand over her and weep again, almost stumbling down the sidewalk before Michael pulls you closer to a brick wall of a building. A soft movement pushes back against your fingers. You stop and look down at the rabbit.

Her little torso expands in the slightest, then deflates. Then again. Her body moves with life.

“Vanessa?” You touch her in the slightest. Have you gone mad or is she breathing?

“Augh.” You hear her voice slip out from the rabbit’s mouth. “How did you escape? Is Michael with you?”

In dumb silence, you watch Vanessa lift her head and blink her green eyes up at you.

“Where are the witches?” she asks, terribly serious.

The gears of your mind spin. You’ve read accounts of sickly and comatose people being buried alive through the 17th and 19th centuries. Premature burials. Sometimes, out of fear of the person not truly being passed, bells would be fastened to their fingers with a string so if there were any movement. The ringing struggle would alert any grave attendant or family members nearby that the deceased was, in fact, alive. A few days would be spared to ensure death is final before they would be buried.

But you held her motionless body in your hands. Her body is caked in blood.

“You were dead,” you say, breathless with horror.

“Now I’m not.” Her pink nose twitches. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Are you alright?” Michael’s brow creases in the slightest while looking over her. “That couldn’t have been… pleasant.”

“Dying never is.” She pauses. Her ears prick before falling back against her skull. She presses a paw to your collarbone and pushes herself up in your arms to be face to face with you. A whisker brushes your chin. “Are you crying?”

“No, well, yes, but I was so scared you were gone!” You wipe a hand across your cheek, smearing salty tracks of tears as you try to stop another sniffle. “How did you survive?”

“I didn’t. I died, and the curse brought me back.” Her ears give an annoyed twitch. “Aren’t you listening?”

“I’m sorry.” You bite your bottom lip. You pet her head once. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

She falls silent. The weight of her green eyes falls over you, and for several breaths, she simply stares before the quiet of the street is broken by her small voice.

“When the brothers cursed me, the villagers knew they had done something to cause my disappearance but no one mourned me. I only had Afton…”

Michael shuffles a little closer. You ignore the stench of rotting flesh and hold Vanessa’s gaze. A weariness lays upon her head, a kind of exhaustion that a hundred years of sleep couldn’t cure. More than that, she seems sad and alone. 

You hold her tighter.

“I tried to get his attention.” Her eyes slide to Michael for a heartbeat then away again. “He said he could do nothing for me but give me a clean, painless death. I allowed him. He snapped my neck in his hands.”

You gasp sharply. How could he do that so quickly, without hesitation? A sickness swirls in your stomach.

“That’s horrible,” you utter. “He didn’t try to help you break the curse?”

Her paw falls down from your collarbone and she sinks deeper into your arms. She avoids your gaze.

“When I came back to life, I begged for his help. He told me to never return to him again—there is no hope for me and he would not tolerate the presence of dark magic. I would leave or else he would sic his hound on me.” She stops a moment, the silence thick. “He thought his hound’s teeth would kill me for certain. It did not.”

The unmistakable air of shame clings to her small body. Michael’s fists clench as his eyes widen. You catch the grind of his molars through the threads of flesh stretched over his cheeks and share the same fury over such an injustice. 

She was his right hand.

“Vanessa…” You touch her little head. “I’m so sorry.”

“He should not have abandoned you,” Michael seethes through his teeth. “Why would he toss you aside so heartlessly?”

Vanessa doesn’t look at Michael, the descendant of the man who betrayed her in her hour of need.

“Afton was right.” Her eyes turn upon you like shards of emerald, glinting in shattered pieces. “The curse can’t be undone.”

“No,” you whisper. “There must be a way.”

Your thoughts spill slowly like molasses. The brothers knew she would come back to life—even if throwing her off the roof is cruel and horrifying. Did they care? Did they think they could have you then if they removed every last obstacle between you?

Are they capable of being better?

Michael turns towards the street, his brow furrowed and his teeth set in a furious grimace. His darkly rotten flesh catches on a yellow streetlight, slashing over the angler cavity where his nose once was. The silence twists into you as you gaze at both of your companions.

They need your help. But how do you undo curses in a night when you just discovered witches and their magic?

“We have to keep moving.” Michael straightens like a soldier, his words faraway while his fists continue to hang at his sides. “Come on. Follow me.”

Further along the pavement, you spy a couple of people walking. You stiffen in place, glancing at Michael in alarm but he nods back at the people. He continues walking forward, undaunted. You follow him closely, peering back at the strangers to find them dressed as aliens and cowboys and devils. 

Costumes.

“We can blend in for a while, hide out,” Michael says.

“But…” You look down at yourself, your sweat almost falling off of you due to the tears and holes littering it, and the rabbit in your arms looks no better than a murder victim. Not to mention that Michael is the living dead.

“The witches only have one broomstick left and they’ll have to pick us out like needles in a haystack.” He tugs on your elbow and you follow. Vanessa nestles against your chest, strangely silent after coming back to life. Is that usual for when she resurrects? Is she in pain or does she need to rest after such an ordeal?

Deeper in town, the streets become bustling with people wearing pirate eye patches and waving hooks around, and bad, neon printed 80s costumes. They flow towards a high school, the gym doors held open where you find flashing orange and white lights with a sharp backdrop of music pounding through the air. The threat of a headache scrapes against your temples.

“We just need to hide until dawn. Then they will die.” Michael glances back at you while he drags you further inside, past the doors and into the crowded, stuffy floor of the gymnasium. 

Your shoulders sink. Scratching softly at Vanessa’s back, gently scraping away flakes of drying blood, your mind becomes lost in the thunderous overlap of voices and music. Michael keeps weaving through the crowd in a relentless march.

Death sounds too cruel of a fate for anyone. You gently pet Vanessa while she scans the room with a slight alarm. Has she ever seen a modern celebration of Halloween? She may know it better as All Hallows’ Eve. The brothers will be no better in facing such a commotion of shifted cultures and costumes and technology. 

The brothers were hanged, and Vanessa remained trapped in a rabbit form.

If the brothers die, Michael and Vanessa will remain trapped in their curses. Your heart is heavy and your feet are slow to keep up with Michael. There must be another way. 

The ceremony.

You bump into a person dressed as a firefighter and Michael glances back impatient before he drives you deeper into the gym. He finds a dark space behind the punch bowl table and tucks you both into its shadow. The flare of bright, orange lights dances across your feet before darting away. 

A twist in your chest tightens around your lungs and you become breathless. You don’t know what to do. The ceremony could mean giving up your very life to spare the witches of their untimely demise at the bells tied around their wrists. Maybe you can convince them still to give up the dark hold they have over your friends.

You could marry them. You blush softly at the thought, but your insides are knotted and caught in tangled. Can all three of them share you? Would they love you or use you simply to save themselves? Will they hurt your friends again?

Vanessa’s death and revival leaves you raw and thin-skinned, and the night spins you endlessly on uneven footsteps. You hardly notice the spill of fog beginning to sweep over the dance floor. The people in colorful costumes and makeup hoot and holler as the music changes to a slow, haunting speed.

“No.” Michael curses right beside you. “How did they get here so fast?”

Shooting a look at him then following his glance towards the entrance, your entire being grows hot and cold in a snap.

The brothers stand in the entranceway. Their cloaks and capes fall over them, hiding their unusual attire for the era but little masks the strangeness of their disk-like faces and the array of sun rays and a glittering dark hood upon another. They survey the room with a bewilderment that is both fascinating and disgusted. Eclipse stands between Sun and Moon, his head high while his eyes scan the many people, hunting for you.

The breath in your throat hitches. You could tell them that it’s alright, it’s only a festive celebration. It’s become a holiday to dress up and eat sweets and sugars, and have spooky fun and get scared sometimes. Would they understand that? Would it be less frightening and otherworldly to them if you did?

“Michael,” Vanessa hisses. Her little paws press sharply against your arms as if she means to bound away.

“Stay low,” he instructs firmly. “Stay close beside me.”

“Wait, Michael, please,” you utter but he’s already grasping your arm and striding onwards. The music swallows your voice. The pressure of tears builds until you blink and register how wet your eyelashes have become.

There shouldn’t be any more death tonight.

As you’re pulled along like a lost soul, you look back to the entrance way. For the briefest moment, Eclipse skims over the party. You suck in a sharp breath. 

He snaps his head, as if called, and locks eyes with you. You startle but can’t look away. The molten hues of his gaze holds you in place like chains. His smile expands to show off a mouthful of sharp teeth as he mouths two words.

Found you.

You duck your head, your heart in your throat, and scurry after Michael. Vanessa wriggles out of your grasp. Jumping to the floor, she hops between people’s feet and stays perfectly close to Michael despite the fog filling up the space and causing you to cough. It tastes fake and syrupy. Did they curse a fog machine? Or is this something more supernatural? 

The music begins to murmur and strike strange chords. You twist your head, briefly searching the floor in your confusion for the cause of the thick, velvet smoke. Michael almost knocks into a couple dressed as a bottle of honey and a bee. Vanessa says something, lost to the crowd. The song begins to rise and envelop the room in a haunting echo. Your head begins to swim.

Someone takes your hand. Warm digits wrap claws around the bones of your knuckles and hold tightly. You gasp. In one motion, the dancer slips you out of Michael’s grasp and spins you back into the crowd. 

For a heartbeat, Michael whirls around, his eyes, pinpricks of ghostly white, flash to you. Vanessa cries your name. Smoke and party goers cut you off from your friends as you’re effortlessly lifted over the floor.

Lost in a dizzy haze of pale wisps and swinging footsteps, you twist in the hands of your abductor and find an all too familiar crown of yellow sun rays and a beaming, wicked smirk.

“Sun?” You try to wriggle out of his hold but he’s locked onto your hips.

“Hello again, sunshine.” Sun spins you effortlessly, his cape pillowing behind him and summoning more thick fog to cloak you between dancers, stuck fast in the song as if they were sinking in mud, unable to notice the witch slipping his palms higher to hold off your waist. He pulls you flush against his chest. “I adore meeting you like this, but perhaps we might spare the rest of the night for such events? Perhaps after the ceremony.”

Your heart flutters within you like a bird. The heat of his touch sends goosebumps prickling down your flesh as you rest your hands on his shoulders. You look up into his pale eyes with desperation dripping from your every edge.

“Wait, Sun, I can’t leave Michael and Vanessa.” You try to twist back to search for your lost companions but the fog and party lights cutting over the thickness blind you equally.

He bares his pale bone teeth. Effortlessly, he twirls you over the dance floor as your poor feet attempt to keep up. The witch balances the delicate art of keeping you just on the verge of collapse without leaving you embarrassed and fallen. His arm wraps around your waist and lifts your hands above your hand to spin you like a top before reclaiming you once more.

“Of course, you can! Let’s take you far away from all these dreary people,” Sun whispers into your ear. His lips brush the shell of it. Your breath catches. “I will keep you warm. I will keep you safe. I will dance with you forevermore.”

Your lips are locked, caught between pleas to spare your friends of their curses and a temptation far greater. The promise of never being alone. The hope of kindness throughout your days and love throughout your nights. You never realized how cold you were before the brothers traced your body with their hands—how warm another person is when they hold you with care.

“Please,” you whisper. You cling to his shoulders. “I can’t leave them.”

“You will have your husbands,” Sun lifts his head, haughty but steadfast, “You will have me.”

He lowers himself to you and you are caught under his mouth as it travels slowly down your cheekbone. A heat surges through your core. He dots your nose with a peck before his eyes, sultry and softly glimmering, lower to your lips.

“There’s no need to fear now that I have you.”

Carefully, you hold still, waiting for the snap of teeth or the tenderness of his lips Sun slowly, agonizingly closes the gap between himself to you, and his mouth brushes your own—

Hands hook your hips from behind and lift you into the air, twirling you out of Sun’s stunned grasp and then furious gaze. You squeak in alarm. The world spins with music and lights and smoke.

“Brother,” Sun snarls in the way one lion might at another for stealing its meal.

“Share, brother,” Moon speaks as calm as a lake-surface at midnight. “You’ve squandered enough time with your foolish antics.”

Your hands immediately fly to the arms supporting you above the crowd. For one brief moment, you see above the thick concoction of smoke and party-goers and find Michael on the edge of the dance floor, frantically scanning the gymnasium.

You try to lift your hand to signal for him, but Moon sets you back to your feet before you have a chance to regain his attention.

“Come with me, my little mouse.” Moon shadows your back. “It will soon only be us. Alone.”

His hand slips over your waistline. Driven by pure instinct, your fingers curl around his claws while the sleek, sharp tips slide through a hole in your sweater.

“Moon?” You turn your head back, confirming the dancer holding you hostage now. He glides you forward through the crowd. His scarlet eyes are sharp with focus, but they soften the moment they meet your gaze. Weaving through costumed individuals, Moon takes you into a dark alcove along a wall, where the smoke swirls in lazily wisps and the other dancers remain at bay.

“I have wanted for you far longer than tonight.” He gently turns you back to face him and he clasps your hands between his. His black cloak falls against his back like a shield. An unmistakable understanding washes over you: you are safe. Even if you are separated from your friends.

“Moon, I…” Your tongue fails to locate the words stuck behind your molars.

He gently opens your arms and takes you against him. With one hand wrapping around your waist, his other slips up the nape of your neck. He gently cards through the hair at the bottom of your skull in a lulling, gentle motion.

Your eyelids flutter. In your weakness, you rest your head on his shoulder. Moon hums a low, harmonic sound in his chest—a lullaby for a lover. It rumbles sweetly against your heart.

He steps softly, swaying in a sort of moonlight waltz that would be better suited for a homey kitchen than a busy dance party. Regardless, Moon pays no mind to any other bodies in the room.

“Come with us,” he whispers against your hair. “Leave the witch hunter and rabbit.”

Your fingers curl against the soft fabric of his white, billowy shirt. The urge grows stronger still. It could be a fairytale. A Grimm storybook of a lonely historian and three witches.

But you screw your eyes close, and breathe.

“No.” Your footsteps follow his lead so much better, slowly twirling together. “Moon, Michael and Vanessa have suffered enough.”

Moon’s teeth flash like fangs in the dark. 

“You don’t know what they have done, what they will do,” he growls so dark and low.

A shiver overtakes you, but you gently lift your head. Moon clutches the back of your neck in the manner of a man fearful of losing something and never getting it back, despite your closeness to his body.

“I don’t know what you and your brothers have done,” you speak softly, truthfully. “I don’t know what you will do.”

A gentleness overtakes Moon. His hand slips up your cheek to cup your face.

“We would never harm you,” he whispers. “I will never hurt you.”

You lift your hand to cup his own. The coolness of his palm cradles you sweetly, a longing tipping his claw as he carefully keeps them from your flesh.

“Brother.” A new voice sounds gently beside you. “Allow me.”

Beside you both stands Eclipse. He holds out a hand. Moon gently nods, but scarlet gaze eyes linger on you with longing as he slowly takes your hand and sets it in Eclipse’s. Moon slips into the supernatural smoke and the movement of bodies enchanted by music. A backwards glance, then he’s gone.

You face your new dance partner. His gaze is golden and gleaming in the dark alcove you’re pressed against. He gently holds your hand up in a proper position of a dance—at least you think so. You’ve never danced with someone before. He touches your waist and on instinct, you place your palm on his shoulder. His black cape swishes gently around him. His crown of red rays circle the air like a king above his queen, and you find yourself blushing under such a thought.

“There were festivals in the village when we were alive,” he says in a low, sweet voice, “We could never attend. Sun longed to dance with others to proper music and Moon could have been compelled out of the shadows for just a night, but the people wouldn’t have us.”

You listen carefully as he swings you gently across the small space. Smoke spills at your feet but Eclipse sweeps it away with the sway of his cape, and endlessly, you revolve together.

“No one would have us. No one would give us a moment to speak for fear of curses.” Eclipse’s eyes lower, and a grim smile touches his lips. “They weren’t entirely unfounded. Afton was right to fear us, but he turned the village against my brothers and I. He accused us of stealing their children.”

A sharp, hidden anger, like a blade sheathed, flashes behind Eclipse’s eyes. Your heart grows heavy while you try to not step on his feet, but he always seems to move his black shoes out of the way before you can.

“Did anyone know?” you ask softly.

There is so much lost to history. Tablets and clay figures and marble sculptures cracked and buried. Letters. The truth.

As true witches, they were framed, used as a scapegoat. 

Eclipse softly presses his palm to the small of your back. You step closer. He looks down at you, his golden eyes wide and tittering between dreams and despair.

“No.” He gently steps back to lift your arm above your head and allows you to twirl slowly. An enchanting moment of twisting. Then, you return to him, clasping his hand tightly. 

“I’m sorry.” Your fingers curl over the soft fabric of his cape. “So many have been killed because of false accusations or ulterior motives… but I don’t have to tell you that.”

He chuckles sardonically. “No.”

He looks you gently over. He waltzes and you follow him in a small curve of soft steps.

“I was bone scrying one night.” Eclipse sweeps back a strand of your hair from your face, his touch velvet and light. “The villagers’ hatred was growing and I was afraid for my brothers. I needed… hope.”

You close your eyes briefly as he turns his hand, and using the back of his finger, strokes your cheek.

“Then I saw you.”

Your eyes fly open. Brow crinkling, you think of ancient fortune tellers and seers, those who claimed to see what was to come and to promise those who sought their advice that all would be well.

But that is history. This is magic.

Eclipse holds your gaze unflinching.

“You couldn’t have,” you whisper, despite yourself. “I am no one.”

His hands tighten upon you. He stops dancing. Your heart flits within you until he clutches you close in an embrace that melts your bones and loosens your muscles. 

“You are everything to us. You are our bride. You are the one who lit the starry candle to save my brothers and I. You are the one whom I love so dearly, and have waited centuries for.”

He bows and presses his forehead to yours. You breathe in a soft gentle musk and spice, and it’s as if you were home. Not your empty, cold house, but home.

“I would wait a hundred more to behold you. I would crawl out of my grave to find you. Little comet, you have been the one light in my dark death, and I will vow myself to you as your husband for as long as you will have me.”

A thickness cakes your throat. Emotion, heavy and dripping, spills into your chest. You clutch his hands. 

“Will you say ‘I do’ my bride?” 

Everything within you sings to answer him. Your silence paints your lips with faltering and fear. The sting of sorrow in the corner of your eyes begins to wet them. 

His claws curl tighter around you. His expression burns low and hot, desperate and fierce.

“Are you not lonely?” he asks in a husky tone. “Do you not understand all that my brothers and I can give you? You will know only love and certainty. You will be warm and safe. You will have all our powers at your fingertips.”

“Eclipse.” You lift your head.  A bubbling sorrow overtakes you, and your cheek drips with a tear. “I can’t. Not until Michael and Vanessa are free of their curses.”

The damning of his silence is lethal. Eclipse doesn’t move as smoke wisps by and your heart skips a beat in your rib cage. His eyes are wide and unreadable. They bore into you. You almost squirm but hold fast against his crushing attention.

“Can’t you take away their suffering? Can’t you undo the damage done?” you ask softly, your voice threatening to break. “Please. I will perform the ceremony with you and your brothers before sunrise. All I ask is this.”

A battle unfolds within the witch. His claws twitch and his lips long to curl into a snarl, but he breathes softly instead.

He moves once and presses one soft kiss to your mouth. You close your eyes.

“Very well.” He straightens. He mumbles something low under his breath, overlapping and thick with magic, and you still as he gathers you closer.

You almost can’t comprehend that you’ve agreed to marry the witches.

In the midst of a swell of energy so hot and dark, you wonder if a summer night could be conjured on an October early morning hour, Eclipse lowers his lips to your ear and whispers, “I put a spell on you.”

Your heart thunders. Your fingers twist into the white flowy fabric of his shirt, and the witch takes you into his arms. The fog swirls, beginning to rise and circle you both as if you stand in the heart of a cyclone. Faster and faster still, until you’re forced to close your eyes and hide your head against Eclipse’s chest.

His fingers stroke your spine softly. The air changes, the music ceases, and you breathe in crisp, forest air. You don’t dare open your eyes.

Eclipse hums.

“And now you’re mine.”

[planetpedri]

Could you write something for jobe. Maybe you guys gets into a fight and you’re surrounded by his family all day. They seem to notice the tension but doesn’t say anything but at some point or after a comment from him you break down and leave to be alone in your room. Leaving everyone shocked and surprised by the situation since you guys are very private. Maybe it could be during Christmas or a holiday?! Anyways if you want to. Thanks !

Never is a promise — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Gn!Reader

Summary: After an argument and some back handed comments during a Christmas dinner, you’re left humiliated and upset, and you realize never was a promise Jobe apparently couldn’t keep.

Word count: 830

Disclaimer/s: arguing, yelling, & angst, ends happishly!

A/N: tbh idk where i was going with this

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice low enough as to not disturb his family that was in the next room.

Jobe lets out a low groan. “Yes, it is!” You’d been arguing for the past ten minutes all because you didn’t mention a job promotion to him before your family.

“Listen, Jobe. Seriously, it’s not a big thing! All it gives me is a higher income, other than that it’s not a big deal! Let it go.” You rub your temples, “can we please just go back to the table? This is embarrassing.”

The boy rolls his eyes, pushing his body away from the counter. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He speaks through clenched teeth, glancing to the kitchen door before striding his way through it.

You follow after him, forcing a smile onto your lips as you take your seat beside your boyfriend. Tension flows throughout the dining room, everyone was on edge. It wasn’t like Jobe’s argument with you was subtle. It had started at the table before you had excused the both of you into the kitchen.

“So! How do you like the food?” Denise asks, a wavering smile on her face as she looks in your direction.

You mirror her expression, fork playing with the food on your plate. “Good! Thank you.” You nod, taking a bite although you had no appetite whatsoever.

Silence again. Deafening silence.

“So this promotion—“ Your lips clamp shut, eyes darting to your boyfriend. His jaw clenches tightly, a laugh of disbelief escaping his lips. You loved the woman, but she did not read context clues well.

“Yeah, tell them all about it.” He says sarcastically, eyes finding yours in a heat of annoyance.

That was your final straw. Your eyes flutter to the ceiling, blinking a few times to calm yourself. You slowly stand up, “I need to go take a breather!”

The second you left, making haste to your bedroom, Jobe’s parents, and Jude, look his way with disappointment evident in their faces. “Mate…” Jude sighs, “come on. It’s Christmas.”

Jobe takes a quick glance to the Christmas tree a few feet away, lips pursing tightly. “Stay out of this, Jude.” He was more annoyed at the fact that this was all happening in front of his family, than the original reason you were even fighting over.

Meanwhile, you were sat on your bed, hands rubbing your thighs as you took even breaths. You knew you should’ve told him. But in your head, the promotion wasn’t a big deal. It was small and nearing meaningless, but apparently not to Jobe.

He’d never gotten mad at you. He’d been upset sure, but mad? That was a reaction you had not expected. At the beginning of your relationship, a whole year and a half prior, he’d promised he would never hurt you, never raise his voice. And he hadn’t. Until now. ‘Never’ is a big promise, and you knew you shouldn’t have held it to such a standard.

The soft click of the door opening and shutting had your head snapping up, “What’re you doing?” Your eyes narrow slightly.

Jobe leans against the doorframe, chewing on his cheek. He lets out a long breath, hand running over his face. “Listen—“

“It’s fine.” You snap. You didn’t want to argue, just wanted it to go away. You wanted to enjoy the holiday, to pretend anything even happened.

Too busy staring at your hands, you only notice Jobe sat beside you when the bed dips and your body slips closer to his. Your thighs touch, but you are quick to scoot over. Your boyfriend sighs at the movement.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just wish you told me these things! They’re important to me, and you never tell me things anymore. I mean, it’s not just the promotion.” He clears his throat, “I don’t want to argue with you. I don’t want to fight and ruin the holidays.”

You look back to Jobe, “right. Okay.” No apology from you, which Jobe’s jaw ticks at, but he doesn’t say anything.

“So, we can go back? Talk about this later?” He suggests, playing with the strings of his hoodie. He doesn’t make a move to stand up, though.

Standing up off the bed, you nod. “Yeah, sure.” You begin to walk away, but you’re stopped when Jobe’s hand wraps loosely around your arm, pulling you back into him. His arms securing around your torso, keeping your back flush to him.

Held in his arms, Jobe’s head rests on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss there. “I’m sorry I got upset.” He murmurs, giving you a quick squeeze, which you reciprocate reluctantly. Your hands resting on his arms.

“I know.” You huff, “i’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the promotion.”

Jobe hums into your neck, using his index fingers to turn your chin in his direction. He gives you a dimple showing smile. “I love you, always. Even when I am upset.”

Now you were a little less angry with the whole situation, those few small words meaning more than a petty argument. “I love you too, idiot.” You add, giving him a playful scowl.

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[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 5/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, soft Ben, injured Reader

Word Count: 3117

A/N: This is part 5 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

After a few minutes, Ben finally had control of himself again. Looking around, he saw the chaos he had caused. "Fuck!", he cursed loudly before looking out for you. For a second the thought that he had killed you overwhelmed him. However, when he heard your weak heartbeat, he immediately ran towards you.

Ben was more than surprised that he had lost control. Of course he wasn't happy at all about what he had just saw. About the fact that you had made such a scene for him last night, but let yourself be touched by that fuckface. Still, he had absolutely not expected such a reaction from himself. What have you done to him?

It all started when he first saw you at Supe Affairs. He knew even then that he wanted you. He had to have you. You were the only reason he came back to Butcher's team, why he didn't blow up all the cocksuckers. When he finally got Butcher to let you join his team and you met him for the first time, his urge to make you his own only grew stronger. He would never forget how you stood in front of him back then. How you started to stutter as he walked up to you and held out his hand to introduce himself, something he didn't do with any of the others. How you bit your bottom lip as your sparkling eyes looked up at him. You barely reached his chest, you were so delicate that he was afraid of breaking you the first time a mission became dangerous and he had to push you out of the way to save you.

However, as you slowly got used to everyone, especially Ben himself, and started showing your true self, he couldn't cope anymore. You had way too big a mouth and absolutely no problem expressing and justifying your opinion until the other person gave up. You were damn smart, able to articulate yourself properly and had the ability to convince anyone without even trying. And fuck, you were cheeky. He liked that most. Your sassy retorts when Butcher approaches you and your snarky comments to Frenchie's nonsensical ideas. He just liked you. And more importantly, he respected you. And that meant more to Soldier Boy than anything else. Even if someone held a gun to your head, you stuck to your fucking attitude. Many might have described you as stubborn, but for Ben it meant being strong and staying true and loyal to the end. Even though you were human. Even though you were just a fucking woman. For him, the weakest creature in the world. He respected you.

From the first moment he had a connection with you that he couldn't explain to himself. And this connection grew stronger hour by hour, day by day. Until yesterday when he finally lost his self-control.

When Ben saw you in the rubble of the bar, he almost felt guilty. As carefully as he could, he picked you up from the ground and held you lightly to his chest. You were unconscious. Your legs and arms hung limply from your body as he carried you to the car.

“I got you”, he murmured.

At that moment he didn't care about anything. He didn't care that he screwed up the plan, he didn't care that the deep escaped, he just wanted you to be okay.

While he held you with one hand, he used the other to push the seat into a reclining position before placing you on it. For a moment he just looked at you. Your face and body were covered in dust and small scratches, your sprained wrist was definitely broken now, as were some of your ribs. He was sure that despite your injuries and pain, you would insult him, scream at him or even be mad at him. That was the last thing he wanted. Ben didn't want to hurt you in any way, and yet he did. It was unintentional, but unfortunately it didn't change the end result.

Ben got behind the wheel, started the car and drove to your apartment. He knew your life wasn't in danger because he heard that all of your organs were functioning normally. You had hardly lost any blood either.It seemed like the force of the explosion had thrown you too hard against a wall.

After a while you started to move. “Ben?”, your voice was weak and you were more than disoriented. “Yeah?". His large, heavy hand found its way to your thigh, where it lingered as his thumb repeatedly stroked up and down your soft skin. You blinked a few times before looking at Ben, who was watching you with a blank expression, even though he was still driving.

“Ugh…my head hurts”, you grumbled, narrowing your eyes. "What…what happened? Why did you blew up?".

Ben just took a deep breath and looked back at the road before removing his hand from your thigh. A familiar silence filled the car, broken only by your panting as you tried to sit up.

“Don´t fucking move. You probably broke a rib or two".

"Yeah, it feels like that".

You didn't exchange another word the entire drive home. Instead, you kept looking at each other, trying to read each other's minds, but even more wanting to make sure the other was okay. He wanted to make sure you didn't suffer any more serious injuries while you kept an eye on Ben for fear he might explode again.

After almost half an hour, Ben parked the car in front of the apartment. As Ben unbuckled himself, you spoke up. "I thought you had it under control?". No answer. Ben stood up, walked around the car and picked you up before you tried any longer to somehow get out of the car. As he carried you in like a bride, you looked at him from below.

"Don't look at me like that", he grumbled, his voice deeper and rougher than before.

Just as Ben was placing you down on the living room couch, Butcher stormed in with Hughie.

“I almost had him!”, Butcher shouted, ripping off his jacket and carelessly throwing it towards the armchair.

“Almost had it? Are you kidding me?! If I hadn't pushed you away, you would have been cut in half by now!", Hughie scolded back before spotting you and Ben.

"What happened?", he immediately asked in shock, walking towards you. "Fucking perfect! So, no Homelander and no fucking Fishcunt either", Butcher raised his hand, waved off and went into the kitchen to get a beer.

A soft, pained groan escaped you as you slowly sat up. While Hughie's worried gaze was on you, Butcher stared at Ben from the kitchen as he sipped his beer. “The plan didn’t quite work”, you mumbled, but as you answered, you continued to stare at Ben, who maintained your eye contact before straightening up. “She’s fine”, Ben commented. “I'm going to take a shower”, he added and disappeared into the bathroom.

“Oi, what happened?”, Butcher joined you and Hughie and held out a beer to both of you.

“Kevin knew all too quickly that something was off. As he and Ben were fighting, I somehow got in the way”, you lied, looking at your broken wrist. “And the cunt won or what?”, Butcher asked incredulously. “No, but… Ben helped me and Kevin was able to escape”, you mumbled. “Well fucking shit”, Butcher cursed. “Hopefully MM and the others had better luck”.

Butcher didn’t believe a single word you said, but he was still too angry at Hughie and himself to pursue your lies any further.

“You really should see a doctor (y/n)”, Hughie took your injured wrist. “You need a ride?”.

You just shook your head in response. Your nerves were on edge and all you wanted to do was to hide under the covers. "It's not that bad… I… should sleep, my head is buzzing and everything hurts… wake me up when there's news from the others, okay?". Hughie narrowed his eyes briefly before he sighed. “Lie down in my room. At least you’ll have some peace and quiet”. You nodded gratefully at him before disappearing into Hughie’s room.

The next time you opened your eyes it was pitch black. You sat up sluggishly and weakly and took slow steps towards the living room. You feel like you're being run over. Your forehead was beaming, your face was red and your eyes were glassy as you saw Ben on the sofa with a bottle of whiskey. "Where are the others?", You asked quietly, leaning on the armrest of the sofa. "They have A-Train. Trying to get something out of him", he grumbled, still looking at the television. Your legs started shaking and your vision blurred. It felt like your body was burning. “Ben, I think…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you collapsed. Ben's quick reaction prevented you from hitting the floor. “Alright, I got you drama queen”, Ben murmured as he caught you.

“Hey, (y/n)”, he tried to wake you up by lightly slapping your cheek a few times

However, when Ben heard your weakening heartbeat, he actually became slightly nervous. He focused on you and your body. A few seconds passed before he heard blood running down inside your upper body.

"Fuck", he cursed loudly. While you were already unconscious, Ben thought about what to do. He fought with himself for a bit, but he knew that no matter what he decided, time was running out.

“It’ll either kill you or it’ll help you”, Ben muttered to himself before taking Butcher’s injection kit and pushed you onto the couch with him.

By now it was a race against time. One of your broken ribs must have punctured your organs and the fact that you were still alive was a miracle.

Ben was sure you wouldn't survive an operation, let alone the drive to a hospital.

As your breathing and heartbeat grew weaker, Ben cut his wrist and collected the blood that dripped from the cut in a mug. Due to his fast healing, it took a few tries before he had enough blood. “Come on (y/n). You can do that”, he whispered hastily, pulling your almost lifeless body onto his lap and sucking up its blood with a syringe. Without further ado, Ben tore your shirt off your body and felt your vena cava with his fingertips. When he felt the strong pulsation, he positioned the tip and hoped for the best as he pushed the needle through your soft skin and pumped his blood into your bloodstream.

If Ben hadn't been so focused on you, he might not have missed how hard his own heart was racing as he waited for his blood to take effect.

“C´mon, Sweetheart”, Ben almost whispered as he held you in his arms, stroking your cheek with his blood-stained fingers. If you died now, it would be his fault. Your life would be over because he would have lost self-control.

He bit his lip nervously, his eyes glued to your face. No one should ever see him like that. He was afraid. Afraid for a small, weak human. Afraid for a fucking woman. What did you do to him to make him soft enough to care about you? To care about anything than himself.

He knew he had to put an end to it all. Soldier Boy couldn't be vulnerable. He couldn't have any weak spot at all.

After a few minutes that felt like hours, you suddenly jumped violently, inhaled sharply, and sat upright on Ben's thigh. Your eyes were big and sparkled blue for a few seconds. Shocked and overwhelmed, you rubbed your chest where you felt a strong tugging sensation. Only then did you notice that you no longer had a shirt on. “What the…” you breathed, confused. Your hand slid to your temple, which was throbbing like it was about to explode.

“How you feeling?", Ben looked at you from the side, his eyebrows furrowed. One of his arms was still around your waist. He was just relieved that you were still breathing.

“I…I think”, you started, but the pulsing of your heart interrupted you. The voices on the TV, Ben's breathing, the sound of his thumb stroking your thigh - it all overstained your thoughts. You pressed your palms against your ears, your face contorted in pain. "Make it stop", you begged. With each beg your voice became shriller, more and more tears ran down your cheeks while Ben looked at you disturbed.

“What should I stop?”.

“The noises!”.

The realization was written all over Ben's face. He looked around, wondering how he should help you, before finally knocking you out with a well-aimed blow to the temple.

“Sleep well, sweetheart”, he chuckled, sliding you onto the sofa so only your head was on his lap and pulling the blanket over you. You had some side effects, but that was probably part of becoming a supe this way.

24 hours.

You were asleep until you were rudely awakened by the sweet roar of Butcher and Soldier Boy.

"I didn't fucking kill her!", Ben growled angrily. “It’s been 24 hours! And (y/n) looks absolutely anything but alive!”, Butcher bitched back.

When the rest of the team came home yesterday and Ben told what he had to do, none of the others believed that he really wanted to save you with his half-hearted and hasty action, but he couldn't admit what he had felt in that moment. Not to himself and especially not to Butcher and the rest of the gang.

“I know what your bloody plan is. You've wanted to make her a supe since you first saw her. You think she would be looser and easier then. That she finally lets you into her panties. But I can promise you mate, it won’t work on (y/n)”, Butcher hissed. Ben laughed bitterly and derogatory. “You’re fucking delusional”.

Ben paused for a moment. Unfortunately, Butcher had a point. It would really be an advantage if you were no longer human. No longer easily breakable. But those weren't the reasons why Ben gave you his blood. Not at that moment.

“She would be dead if I hadn’t given her my fucking blood”, Ben insisted.

“Why the hell was she even hurt in the first place? I assigned her specifically to you because I thought if anyone could protect her, it would be America’s ex-golden boy!”.

“You fucking going to start this again?”, Soldier Boy approached Butcher threateningly and stood in front of him. The two of them were so busy measuring the length of their cocks that they didn't notice you slowly sitting up in Soldier Boy's bed. You could hear everything, but it took a while for not only your head but also your body to come back alive.

“Well, that’s a lot of testosterone for a small country like this”, you whispered in a husky voice, catching the attention of the two alpha monkeys.

“Oi, you’re alive. What a damn nice surprise”.

Even though Butcher was talking to you, half-heartedly asking about your well-being, your eyes were on Ben. It still felt like your brain was swimming in your head, so you attributed the tightness in your chest you felt as you looked at Ben to the side effects of… whatever.

“I’m feeling much better, thanks”, you murmured, continuing to maintain eye contact with Ben.

"What happened? Like… after the mission went terribly wrong".

As Ben lowered his head slightly to look away from you, you looked around the room. You were in Ben's room.

"Well, young lady, the twisted Dracula here can tell you", Butcher clapped Ben's shoulders from behind with both hands before leaving the room without another word, knowing full well that if his hands touched Soldier Boy two more seconds, he would have literally ripped his head off.

“Ben?”, you whispered after a few minutes of silence.

He heard your heartbeat and his switch turned.

"You fainted. I gave you my blood. You're alive”. His voice was as monotonous as his facial expression. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before asking. "What do you mean fainted and you gave me your… blood?“.

Ben rolled his eyes dramatically as always. He was so annoyed with this world today and the fact that everyone was so slow to understand anything or always had to question everything.

“You’re not that fucking stupid, are you? Do I really have to explain every little thing to you now?.

Your look probably said more than a thousand words as Ben groaned in annoyance, crossed his arms and explained to you exactly what had happened.

“I injected you my blood to prevent you from dying. Apparently, it worked. You're still breathing", he shrugged.

"Wait. You didn't know if this would work? Are you kidding me?”.

“Do you think one of my hobbies is to distribute my blood like a sperm donor? The last time I provided my DNA to someone, they bred this fucking son of a bitch. So, no. I didn't know if it would work. And yet, I saved your fucking life! How about a fucking thank you?!”, Ben hissed and took a few steps towards you.

“Did you miss the fact that I broke my ribs just because of you?”, you replied, now also with your arms crossed.

You stood facing each other. So close you could feel the warmth radiating from his chest.

“Why did you lose control in the bar?”. You wanted an answer more than anything.

Ben knew the answer to your question. It was on the tip of his tongue. But he knew it wouldn't change anything. And even if…then what? You thought so poorly of him that you didn't even wanted to kiss him. You were so disgusted with him that you never wanted him to touch you. What on fucking earth would make you let him call you his own?

“Uhhh, there's a lot of tension here, mes chéris. You should definitely talk to each other…naked is best”, Frenchie chuckled as he came in to check you were okay.

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A/N: I'm not a supe-doc, so I had to get creative😅

Hmmm, what could happen in the next chapter? Probably not what you expect 🫣

Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 6

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Taglist: @deangirl96, @thatgirljayy, @suckitands33, @deans-spinster-witch

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Damn we are eating a lot (Part 2):

During the battle, Baul is shooked on how Silver and Sebek are good at dealing with horses to which Sebek replies that they're part fo the equestrian club so it's a natural thing for them

Yuu and Grim were about to get attacked by an Iron Man but Lilia comes in to defend them. BUT THEN LILIA PROCEEDS TO SMACK SILVER AND SEBEK BEING ALL "This is why I hate children 😒" 😭😭😭

After the battle we reach the castle (which is the castle in the Sleeping Beauty movie) AND THEN WE SEE THE KNIGHT OF DAWN

Anyways going back to the topic, we also get Henric, who is pretty much going "Meleanor if you don't get out of that castle right now we'll invade the castle together with the Knight of Dawn" AND JESUS FUCK HIS SPRITE 💀

Yucks

It turns out the Knight of Dawn doesn't want any part of this either, cuz Henric wants Meleanor's magic orb and dragon egg (aka Malleus) since they're really precious things

Idk what's up with this chapter and their thing for turning characters into orphans cuz the Knight of Dawn is also an orphan adopted by the king 🧍‍♀️, and Henric tells him that if he can steal the orb maybe it could save the king and Leah

We then see Meleanor, WHO IS A FUCKING BADDIE SO DAMN REAL TWST YKNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WOMEN 😍😍😍

WE ALSO SEE EGG MALLEUS AWWWW

Meleanor tells them that she was planning to take a nap with the egg but useless people interrupted that, and she refers to the egg as Malleus already 🥹. Lilia is just confused and asks how is she sure that the egg is a boy, in which Meleanor replies that a mother is always sure and knows that Malleus will grow up to be beautiful like his father, Leverne

But then she sees Sebek and Silver and makes them get down on their knees (MAAM I'LL ALSO GET DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️), she then goes on about how humans are weak and stuff. Lilia tries to defend them but Baul tells us about Meleanor's hatred for humans and that we might as well stay quiet

But then Lilia loses his shit as well and tries to tell Meleanor about the danger that's just waiting outside but Meleanor refuses, saying that she wants to fight because she's a mother who wants to protect egg Malleus (I swear I can't this update is making me cry 😭). So she tells everyone to escape with the egg while she fights the Knight of Dawn and we get this scene of Lilia holding on to egg Malleus

Meleanor tells them to leave but Lilia refuses. So out of anger, she zaps him which causes everyone to panic cuz he has the egg and Silver tries to stop it but Meleanor gets even more mad that she zaps him too like jesus this woman and her anger issues. Silver tries to plead with them to stop fighting because people who love each other don't fight

Meleanor replies that even if she doesn't make it, Malleus is still there. But Lilia tells her that Malleus can't hatch without the true love of a parent. BUT THEN WE GET THIS REVEAL THAT LILIA PROPOSED TO MELEANOR 200 YEARS AGO AND HE ALSO LOVED LEVERNE LIKE LILIA MELEANOR LEVERNE POLY RELATIONSHIP IS FUCKING REAL. Meleanor reassures Lilia that he will find a way to love Malleus since he also loved her and Leverne 🥹

She then summons thorns that drags Lilia and the rest away from the castle, saying her final goodbye to both Lilia and Malleus (I'm crying rn guys). Lilia tries to find a way back in to save Meleanor but Baul yells at him to calm down cuz he was still holding egg Malleus, and that Meleanor trusted them to protect the egg

Meleanor makes her appearance to the Knight of Dawn and Silver Owls, which starts another battle....

Next: Part 3

Previous: Part 1

[littlefireball]

Well you haven't made a Seongjoong x Y/N smut before 😅 1. How about Y/n is their young teacher and Seongjoong are their students (Y/N is that one teacher that everyone thirsts over) Seonghwa is the quiet kid and Hongjoong is his outgoing bestfriend. 2. Seongjoong is in an omegaverse setting at idols and Y/n is their choreographer for a Matz song. (She's a regular choreographer) 3. Seongjoong is at the bar and they ask if y/n if she's open minded

This is my first time requesting for a smut on tumblr or anywhere. I rlly hope this makes it. No pressure take ur time ik books take time to write and i love ur header thingies

thank you for your request! this article is the 3rd one and i add some settings on it

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They were hungry. They needed something sweet, something delicious to satisfy their perverted desire.

Yet, it was hard. The noxious scent of most humans repulsed them; their blood, far from fresh, bordered on disgusting. Even animal blood, once a palatable substitute, now left Seonghwa and Hongjoong weary. The prospect of hunting human prey, unvisited for months, drove them to the brink of madness.

"I gotta be crazy," remarked Hongjoong, the taste of his drink doing little to quell the emptiness within him. No measure of alcohol could divert his attention from the relentless hunger and thirst.

"We are left with no choice," Seonghwa's lament was tinged with resignation. "Perhaps you should choose that woman, if you can stomach it."

Inclining his head in the direction indicated by Seonghwa, Hongjoong locked eyes with a sexy woman. "Seriously?" he scoffed incredulously. Her blood, he discovered upon smelling it, was anything but enticing. "She appears quite taken with you. Her gaze remains fixed upon you."

"Get off." Hongjoong averted his gaze, eschewing further eye contact. "She's coming." Hongjoong stared at Seonghwa, who emitted a chuckle. "Hey, boy." The woman propped herself against the bar counter, making an overt display of her alluring figure. "Care to join me for a drink?" "Nope, never, thanks.."

"Oh, come on~ It's gonna be so much fun~" With a firm grip on Hongjoong's arm, the woman insisted. "I've said! Just let me go or I'll─" Seonghwa promptly intervened, preventing any potential loss of control by silencing Hongjoong with his hand. "Sorry, he's drunk." Seonghwa offered an apologetic smile, and the woman retreated in a huff.

"What are you doing?! I could have killed her." "Calm down, Hongjoong. Do you wish to be exposed?" "Tsk…No matter how many hunters emerge, I can kill them all." Indeed, there were hunters within the city skilled in tracking down vampires. They must be careful not to overuse their powers lest they be discovered.

"I am not ready to meet my demise just yet." Seonghwa remarked, taking a sip of his beverage. "Shall we leave? This place has grown boring." "Indeed." As they set down their wine glasses, a seductive aroma wafted through the air, enveloping them like a scorching wave.

"Hey, Y/N~You finally~here~" "Wh─why are you drinking that much?!" You came to the aid of your friend, the sexy woman, as she stumbled. "I'm not~drunk~"she slurred. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Today marked the fourth time this week that you had been called to help her.

"Goodness, just go back and don't drink anymore." "No!I have to drink with those two handsome guys~" Turning your head in the direction she indicated, you were met with Seonghwa and Hongjoong's intense gaze. Oh your friend was right, they were the most handsome men you have ever seen.

'Oh shit…did she do something bad to them? Fuck!' You sighed, wishing you could just leave your friend and escape. However, there was no choice but to settle her on the couch and offer them an apology.

"Hmm, hello?" The more you gazed on them, the closer they came to the brink of losing control. Your blood was incredibly alluring, and the delightful flavor enticed them to sink their teeth into your neck. However, they tried their best to resist the temptation. "I am her friend and have come to apologize if she has done anything to upset you…"

"Oh yes, she did something that angered us." Hongjoong said, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, feigning dissatisfaction. "Well, she sexually harassed us."

'What the fuck…' You murmured under your breath. "Um…what can I do to make it up to you? I know just saying sorry is─""Actually, we wanted to just forget about it, but if you want to make it up to us, we are open to that," Seonghwa added.

"I am Seonghwa and he is Hongjoong." You nodded.

"What's your name, lady?"

"Y/N." "Good."

"So, what do you want me to do?" You asked, feeling nervous.

"Let me ask you a question first, Y/N." Seonghwa approached you to meet your gaze at eye level. "Are you open minded?"

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You found yourself in a kneeling position on the luxurious sofa, with a silk blindfold covering your eyes. This room was the furthest from the bustling bar, where the distant music and muffled breathing only serve to heighten your sense of unease, causing your heart to quicken its pace.

"Raise up your hand, honey,"Seonghwa's command was followed by a firm grab on the hem of your T-shirt, prompting you to comply with his request to undress. As he couldn't help but express his admiration for your beauty, you whined at shyness.

"Who do you want in the back?" Hongjoong's whispered question against your neck was followed by a trail of kisses. "It doesn't matter…" As you naturally tilted your head to allow him to give you a wet kiss, the excitement grew. "Good, babe. I would be at the front." Hongjoong positioned you against Seonghwa's naked chest after he moved to your back, the sudden touch of skin sending a shiver down your spine.

"Honey, do you know what blood play is?" "Blood play?" "Yah, some kind of knife play. It's a little bit painful but you will love it." Seonghwa whispered softly against your temple, his warm breath caressing your skin. "Just like so." His fingers glided down to your forearm, delicately grazing it with his sharp nail, causing a small trickle of blood to emerge.

You couldn't help but let out a sharp intake of breath at the sensation, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending shivers down your spine. It was as if you thrived on the intensity of conflicting emotions washing over you in that moment.

"It's blood…" His left hand brushed your arm, wiping off the red blood on the surface, leaving shallow blood marks. Their eyes were flashing red light, tinged with hunger and thirst.

"Get ready?" Hongjoong asked as his hand sneaked to your panties. "Yes, please." Seonghwa lifted your ass up to literally rip off your panties, guiding his cock towards your soaked hole. "Take a seat, babe." With a firm grab on your shoulder and waist, you followed his lead to sink down on his arched cock.

"Oh fuck…" "It's big, isn't it?" You wrapped around Hongjoong's shoulder as a support and started to bounce slowly. Adjusting his size was harder than your imagination, you could feel every vein of his cock each time you sank down. "Our baby is doing well," Hongjoong's words made your head spin in pleasure, and you moved faster.

"Gosh, you're amazing." Seonghwa pushed forward to make his tip meet your soft flesh, making your body bounce up and down from his movement. "Hwa…" "Don't forget about me, babe." Hongjoong cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. He appeared to lavish all of his affection into the kiss, caressing and nibbling on your lips. He drew you nearer, prolonging the intense and romantic kiss, drawing out the sweetness from your mouth, gently teasing your tongue.

Yet, everything changed when this lovemaking became intense.

Without a warning, Seonghwa sank his teeth into your neck, causing crimson liquid to trickle down, prompting you to bite down on your lip in a valiant effort to withstand the agony. Your fists clenched tightly, imprinting deep crescent shapes into your palms.

"Shit…hwa…" "Relax." Seonghwa attempted to divert your attention by fucking you harder. His movement was no mercy. He positioned you to lean forward to allow him to pump into you with a new angle. His hardened tip collided with your soft flesh crazily, producing a loud skin slapping sound and making you moan without care.

"Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!" The bright red blood flows down your shoulders to your chest, a sight both terrifying and mesmerizing. "Let me taste you." Hongjoong shifted his attention to your bosom, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance he craved. He immersed himself in your curves, indulging in nibbles and kisses that produced lewd saliva noises.

The symphony of moans and screams intertwined as the excruciating sensation of the bite became increasingly unbearable. A foreboding sense of dread envelops your heart, as if you were the coveted feast they had been anticipating for so long. The concept of blood play was merely a facade for their insatiable hunger.

You had to leave, but how?

"I…I'm gonna cum,hwa." "But I'm not yet, what should we do then?" You wanted to escape but they grabbed you tightly. How could you fight back these two men?

"Babe, there is something you have never tried. You'll like it." "No, please." "There is no way to go back."

Hongjoong delicately lifted your bra, his lips caressing your breasts as his tongue danced around your nipples, leaving a glistening trail of desire. With a hunger that knew no bounds, he claimed your lips in a passionate kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you. His hands explored the softness of your thighs, each caress sending shivers down your spine and quickening your pulse.

"Please, no more." You whispered between the kisses but were ignored as if they were totally lost in this love making.

"I heard…the sound of blood flowing…" He parted from your lips and trailed down, searching for something he desired for so long. Suddenly, with a fierce intensity, he tore open your chest, causing you to cry out in agony as your life force drained away.

"SHIT!!"

Hongjoong eagerly drank from your blood, and crimson liquid droplets trickled from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his throat as he continuously swallowed. Seonghwa let out a deep growl as he saw how Hongjoong sucked your delicious blood.

"Damn!" Seonghwa indulged in sinking his teeth into your neck, leaving behind a trail of deep, passionate bites and kisses, adorning your skin with an array of purple marks. "It hurts, please stop!" Your desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. No amount of tears will bring you salvation.

"So sweet! It's the taste of this blood! The blood I've been looking for!" Hongjoong found himself drawn closer to you, his gaze locked on the tantalizing blood pulsing in your veins. The crimson liquid flowed freely from the wound, leaving a mark on both your skin and his lips.

"Gotta mark you and you would be our own pet." "What…?" Hongjoong pushed you back, making you and Seonghwa lay back to the sofa. Guiding his cock to rub against your clit, he thrusted in your cunt without a second thought.

"Fuck!!" You arched your back as the new sensation became almost overwhelming. Their manhoods were divided by the thin wall of your lower body, allowing them to sense each other's movements with every powerful thrust. "This is truly remarkable," Hongjoong murmured as he skillfully moved his hips, ensuring that he reached the most sensitive parts of your body, bringing you to the peak of pleasure.

Hongjoong fucked you at an inhuman pace as if he never tired. On the other hand, Seonghwa maintained a rhythmic thrust, feeling how your tight ass sucked him in. The warmth of your walls drove Hongjoong crazy. He could feel the heat concentrated at the tip, hitting your sweet spot, and a numbing sensation made him moan softly.

You tried to push him away but you couldn't. The rapid depletion of blood was swifter than anticipated, leading to a gradual decrease in body temperature, a foggy state of consciousness, akin to a delicate mist, and a weightiness settling upon your eyelids. Your limbs grew increasingly weak, and you could only slump onto Seonghwa, like a puppet manipulated by them.

"Need to cum, now." Hongjoong huffed, panting heavily as his thrust became slippery. "Me too." Seonghwa chimed in. And you moaned weakly as you were almost unconscious.

What you could remember before the darkness enveloped you was the warm liquid soaked your cunt and hole, and there was something hot on your nape.

It hurts.

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You awaken from your slumber, feeling disoriented. "What is happening…?" Struggling to sit up, you realized your limbs are restrained by metal cuffs. "This can't be real…"

"Are you awake?" A chilling voice echoed nearby, making you tremble. "Don't be afraid, dear. Everything is fine." As footsteps drew nearer, a slender figure emerged. Seonghwa's eyes gleam red, fixated on you like a predator eyeing its prey.

"Release me." Fear grips you as you attempt to retreat, only to be met by the unyielding cold wall behind you. "No, my dear. You belong to us now." Another voice, belonging to Hongjoong, rang in your ears. "You are ours, and you shall not escape." Before you could protest, he knelt beside you and sunk his teeth into your neck, eliciting cries of agony.

"Easy, Hongjoong. Be careful not to kill her." Seonghwa took your hand and bit your waist with a great force. "Dear, you're so sweet. I really like you." As he licked your wounds, a mix of numbness and pain overwhelmed you, stealing away your consciousness. Helpless, you could only gaze blankly at the ceiling as they had their way with you.

"So good, such a lovely pet."

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (37)

Meet Me In My Office

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 37- W/c 4.7k This chapter is entirely 18+ Smut

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Meet Me In My Office

A/N- Updates from now will be really slow regarding this fic as I was posting all the chapters from my AO3/Wattpad onto here and we have reached the final one prewritten. I am a college student with a busy life so apologies for the delays in writing. Enjoy the smut :)

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As soon as the door was quietly and carefully shut behind you, Wanda's body was pressed up against yours, her hands cupping your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her lips in a sensual kiss. You softly moaned into the kiss, the two of you smiling into it as her thumbs stroked your cheeks, her mouth moving against yours languidly as you leaned into her body, revelling in the feeling of her body so close to yours. Your hands glided down her body, resting on her hips, fingering sliding through the belt loops of her jeans to tug her closer to you, a smile playing on your lips as she pulls back, eyes darkening as she lets her gaze scan across your features.

It had been a tiring and eventful week with the twins now home constantly, yourself and Wanda juggling work and caring for the boys which proved harder than the two of you predicted, leaving you to both trudge into bed with nothing more than an innocent goodnight kiss. Now however, you longed to feel her touch, to be driven mad by her and it was becoming abundantly clear that she felt the same way about you.

The kiss that was slow and intimate swiftly built as desire and arousal pooled between your thighs, Wanda's fingers threading through your hair, tugging your head where she wanted as her leg slotted between your thighs, pressing into your core in the most perfect way. A groan left you when she pulled back from the kiss, your hips subtly grinding against her thigh when her teeth bit down on your lower lip gently and dragged it back, eventually releasing it and peering into your eyes with the most seductive look, the green in her eyes replaced with pure hunger.

"Detka," she sighs out sultrily at the shell of your ear, kissing along your jaw to murmur into your ear as she knew how wet her voice made you. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she groans lowly, accent wrapping around her words sinfully, your back arching off the wall to press further into her body, hips still slowly grinding against her leg, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, "I can't get enough of you."

"Fuck Wanda," is all you can managed back in response, the older woman letting her kisses travel down the side of your neck, sucking faintly to leave a brief red mark before licking up a stripe against the column of your throat, smirking when she could feel the vibrations of your groan. "I need you," you practically whimper, not caring how pathetic you must sound, eyes begging her to do something, anything to you as her lips meet yours again, tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth and swallowing your desperate sounds.

Her hands glide down your body as her tongue moves against yours, the kiss becoming lewd and messy as you mirrored her earlier actions, threading your fingers through her silky locks, keeping her close. You moaned into her mouth in surprise when her hands reached the back of your thighs, lifting you up and walking towards the bed as your legs wrapped instinctively around her waist, both of you smirking into the kiss. Gently, she lowered you onto the soft mattress, your hair sprawling behind you against the sheets as her body towered over you, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips as she lowered her mouth to ghost yours.

"Tell me what you want, Moya Lyubov," she husks out against your lips, nose brushing yours as she teasingly makes you try to chase her lips, smile turning dominant as she watches you part your lips, head tilting to try and catch her lips, eyes hazy with lust.

"You, just you," you sigh back, her leg returning to the spot between your thighs, firmly pressed against your core earning a moan in response, her eyes somehow darkening even more.

At your words, her mouth meets yours once more but this time it's different. It's hot, desperate and passionate but also loving and intimate, her conveying her love for you into it as she pours everything into the kiss, both of you moaning at the intensity of it. Your hands fist into the hem of her shirt, desperately holding her close as you get lost in the sensations of her addictive lips, touch, sounds. Fuck, she was just intoxicating.

Her fingers move to rest on the underside of your jaw, angling your head up for kiss after kiss as you gasp into each other's mouths, lips relentless as they refuse to part, your hips now comfortably grinding unabashedly against her knee, pleasure coursing through your mind.

"That's it Detka," she praises in a pant against you, eyes closed as she moves her kisses to your jaw, nibbling softly against the skin, sending a shiver down your spine as arousal continues to pool between your legs, panties well and truly soaked. "Use my thigh, that's a good girl," her tone a sinful murmur at your ear once more, a pathetic whimper escaping you.

"Wanda- Fuck," you moan out, hiding your face at the crook of her neck, lips attached to any bit of skin you can reach, mouth parting when she pushes her knee firmer against you for you to grind along, a string of desperate moans leaving you. You can hear her soft sighs and low moans as her body moves against yours, your hips frantically moving against her leg as you can feel the pleasure bubbling inside you, your orgasm swiftly approaching at her actions.

When a choked moan escapes you, clit brushing against her perfectly, Wanda moves her hand to your throat, guiding you away from her neck and forcing you to look into her eyes, submission evident in yours as hers radiate pure dominance. Your eyes flutter shut when another wave of pleasure washes through you, body teetering on the edge of your orgasm as her fingers remain applying a slight pressure to your throat, the older woman unable to stop thinking about how you were such a pretty mess for her.

"Please," you whine out, hands moving to her back, nails digging in through her shirt as you hold onto her as if your life depended on it, mouth crashing back to hers to try and muffle your moans as your hips start to lose their rhythm, moving uncontrollably against her.

"Please what?" she teases, knowing exactly what you want her to say.

"Wanda," you groan, fluttering your eyes open and pleading with her to just give you what you want.

"I want you to say it," she rasps out, moving one of her hands down your body to your hips, guiding you along her thigh, another moan being torn from the back of your throat.

"Please can I come?" you whimper, head lolling back against the mattress as you wait for her permission to come, wanting to be good for her. You always wanted to be her good girl.

"Come for me Detka," she whispers, mouth instantly claiming yours to muffle the guttural noise that leaves you, body crashing into a euphoric state as pleasure courses through you, hands clutching at her as your hips continue to rock against her. Wanda eagerly swallows up all the sinful sounds that leave you, her lips moving to your jaw as you struggle to kiss her back, lost for breath as your eyes flutter shut, body riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Her hand moves from your hips to your hair, brushing the stray strands out of the way as your eyes slowly flutter open, her kisses travelling across your face as you smile against her into the next kiss, this once slower as you gradually recover.

"Good girl," she praises once again, smirking at the way your cheeks instantly turn red, an embarrassed noise leaving you, her slowly pushing her body up slightly, moving to straddle your waist, the sight of her on top of you, breasts in your face, swiftly causing the embarrassment to fade away, arousal consuming your body once more.

"So pretty," you mumble, kissing her collar bones as you sit up, fingers moving to the hem of her shirt, pulling on it impatiently as she smirks at your eagerness. Her fingers replace yours, hands tugging off the clothing item, leaving you to be amazed at the sheer beauty of her, the word Aphrodite floating around in your mind. Your hands move to the soft skin at the curve of her hips, still unable to comprehend how beautiful she was as your lips pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses to the top of her breasts, eyes peering up at her.

"You look so fucking hot under me, Detka," she purrs out, fingers threading through your hair and pulling your head back, your fingers inching their way up her back to the clasp of her bra, deftly unclasping it and pulling the red fabric off her. Wanda keeps her eyes on you as your gaze flickers to her exposed chest, an enamoured and lustful expression taking over your face as your hand moves to cup one of her breasts softly, mouth descending on the other.

A soft, sensual sigh escapes her at the feeling of your tongue swirling over her nipple, hand gently squeezing her other breast, warm and wet mouth having pleasure spiking through her body. You groan around her chest when her hips grind against your lap, her hands gliding across your shoulders, nails scratching down your back making you delirious with arousal.

"Fuck," she groans out sultrily, hand shooting up to the back of your head, keeping your mouth at her chest, "Do that again Detka- shit, just like that, right there," she moans, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh before sucking on it, eyes looking up to watch her reactions.

After switching to the other breast and lavishing it in an equal amount of attention, Wanda tugs your head away from her chest, having had enough of the teasing as she needed to feel your bare skin against hers.

"Off. Now," she mutters against your lips, hands at the clothes you were wearing, her gracefully sliding off your lap to remove her own clothes, not having the patience to undress each other.

Almost immediately, her body is back on top of you, soft skin pressed deliciously against yours, your hands drifting down to her core, eager to please her. Just as your finger was about to slide through her dripping folds, her hand catches yours, fingers interlocking with yours, other hand copying the action with your other hand.

"Lay back for me," she whispers, smirk playing on her lips as she pins your hands above your head, her core resting above yours as you moan when you realise what she's about to do. "Spread your legs a little wider, Detka," she instructs, pressing her core against yours, both of you letting out a lewd noise at the warmth building in your cores.

"Wanda, you feel so good," you moan out, her body lowering, back arching her body into yours as her hips grind against yours, your hand squeezing hers. Her body rocks against yours, dragging all sorts of sinful sounds out of you as well as her, the feeling of your soaking cunt against hers driving the older woman crazy with desire, body chasing her orgasm. "Harder," you whimper out, the tone of your voice making a guttural groan leave Wanda, her lips crashing to yours to muffle the wanton noise that escaped her.

One of her hands releases yours to clutch the sheet near your head, bracing her body up as both of your hips start to stutter, the pleasure too much for the two of you to handle.

"Are you going to come for me again, Detka?" she pants out, tone teasing as she curses in Sokovian under her breath, lips lingering against your cheek as her hips press down harder against you, a whine leaving you. When all you can do in response is whimper, Wanda takes mercy on you, kissing you once more before resting her forehead against yours, "Yeah? Come with me, Moya Lyubov."

Pleasure crashed over the both of you at her words, your bodies grinding and rocking together as your orgasms wracked through you, moans spilling from your lips at the ecstasy you felt. Your fingers tightened against hers, wanting her close as she rests her bodyweight against you, catching her breath as your lips weakly meet her shoulder, exhaustion creeping up on you.

"Stay with me," Wanda whispers in a small chuckle, her fingers brushing over your cheeks as your eyes flutter open, meeting her softened green. "We need to clean up Detka, then we can sleep, I promise," she murmurs ever so softly, encouraging you to let her guide you into the bathroom to quickly clean yourselves up, her hands roaming your naked body innocently, simply giving you the touch you craved and giving into her want to touch you.

"I love you," you mumble against her shoulder as you lean against her, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into bed with her, neither of you bothered about pyjamas as you snuggle together. The feeling of her breasts pressing into you makes a small, drowsy smile to play on your lips, the older woman noticing the action as her fingers scratch your scalp softly, your head remaining at her shoulder as your arms wrap around her, fingers sliding up and down her back.

"I love you too," she whispers to your sleeping form as your body is lulled to sleep by her tender actions.

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A soft chuckle woke you up, the feeling of your pillow beneath you moving gently causing your eyes to reluctantly flutter open, searching for the culprit who woke you up. You expect to see humoured green in front of you but are pleasantly surprised at the sight of Wanda's bare breasts, the annoyed expression fading into a shy smile, face nuzzling back against her chest as it was just so comfortable.

"I have to go to work soon Detka, I'm sorry but you have to move," she murmurs, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you grumble in defiance.

"Just take the day off," you mumble, earning an angelic laugh in response, her body shaking once again under you softly.

"I can't Detka," she apologetically whispers, fingers soothingly scratching your scalp naturally. "But how about this," she says, piquing your interest as you marginally pull away from her chest, looking up at her with tired eyes, "You let me go to work, dressed," her words playful earning a smile from you, "And when the twins go to Pietro's at two, you can meet me in my office," you watch how her eyes sparkle with an indecipherable emotion, your mind curious as to what she had planned. "Oh, and wear that small,black skirt of yours, it will make things a lot easier for me," her tone drops an octave at the end of her words, a small groan leaving you at her suggestive words.

Only seven hours till two...

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Walking into the tower, you were amazed as always at the stunning architecture of the building Wanda worked in, gaze glued on the fancy interior of the elevator, watching as the floor numbers ticked by. Impatiently, you waited for it to finally reach Wanda's floor, excited and curious as to what she had planned out, her getting dressed in private this morning, something unusual. She loved to tease you in innocent ways like that, having you watch as she slowly pulled on her underwear or bra, eyes always trained on you with a teasing comment on the tip of her tongue, your mind curious as to why she didn't today.

Knocking on her door, you were soon met with a professional 'come in' from the other side of it, your hand eagerly opening the door. Your gaze landed on the figure sat behind the desk, eyes flickering away from her computer to look at you, smile widening as she slowly pushed herself off her chair, hips swaying as she sauntered over to you.

"Hey Detka," she whispers, pecking your lips before locking the door behind you, hands moving to your waist and carefully guiding you backwards towards her desk, your body eventually being pinned between her and the hard surface.

"Hi love," you murmur back in an equally affectionate tone, tilting your head up to steal another tender kiss.

Her eyes slowly take in your outfit, darkening significantly at the skirt you were wearing, gaze lingering on the teasing skin of your exposed thighs, her head snapping back up to meet your curious and excited gaze. Subconsciously, your tongue ran across your bottom lip, wetting it as you waited for her to make the first move, knowing roughly where this was going.

"Before we do anything Detka," she says, her hands resting on the desk beside your body, her taller stature towering over you, "I need to know if you're going to be quiet or if I'm going to have to gag you with something." Her words directly hit your core, cheeks flushing a deep red as her index finger rests under your chin, guiding your head back up to look at her as you momentarily avoided her gaze. "What's it going to be?"

"The gag... I think," you sigh out, hands holding onto her waist, her smirk almost predatory at your response.

"Remember your non-verbal safeword?" she mumbles into a kiss, wanting to feel your lips before she covers your mouth up, not wanting the whole office to hear you screaming her name.

"Tap your arm or thigh three times to stop," you whisper back, indulging in the messy kiss as her body presses into yours, an abrupt moan escaping you at the hard bulge you felt. "Is that..." Your words trail off as Wanda's hands lift you up onto her desk, lifting your skirt up to expose your panties, a visible wet patch already adorning the lace.

She hums in confirmation as her hand reaches over to the drawer of her desk, pulling out an old silk tie and showing it to you, watching your reaction closely as her hips slowly push up into yours, grinding the strap on hidden by her trousers against where you desperately needed her. When you nod, after another kiss of course, she ties it around your mouth and the back of your head, the fabric muffling your words as you test it's ability, the older woman satisfied with it.

"As much as I love your pretty moans Detka, I hope you understand why I'm doing this," she asks, fingers tracing the fabric around your mouth, lips briefly pressing against your temple. "I don't want my co-workers to know how much of a little slut you are for me," her words have you groaning around the tie, eyes fluttering shut as her hands glide down your body, fingers at your inner thighs, the back of them brushing your dripping core. Your reaction spurs Wanda on, her finger sliding your underwear to the side before gathering your arousal, slowly circling your clit to work you up even more.

"You love this, don't you?" she whispers at the shell of your ear, accent prominent as her thumb moves to circle your clit, letting her finger thrust into you, stretching you out and ensuring you were wet enough for the larger toy. "Being under my control, my beautiful girl to ruin," you moan around the black fabric, the noise dampened making Wanda smirk as she curls her finger inside you, warmth pooling in your core.

You muffle a plea around the gag, eyes staring into hers desperately as your hands clutch at her blouse, trying to pull her body closer. She gives in, not knowing how much time she'd have with you, and swiftly pulls the toy out of the restraining clothes, your eyes darkening as she positions it at your entrance, eyes searching yours for any hesitancy. When it's clear that there's none, she slides the toy into you slowly, revelling in the muffled sound of pleasure that escapes you, her hands going to your hips, holding you in place while your hands glide over her shoulders and settle on her back.

The slow pace quickly vanishes, her hips thrusting into you powerfully as she pounds the toy into you, the filthy sounds of your muffled moans, Wanda's sighs and the toy sliding in and out of you filling the room, adding to your arousal at how fucking hot this was. God, you had dreamed about being fucked on her desk but never thought it would happen especially like this. This was dirtier, hotter, more primal than you imagined as she fucked you like it was the last time. 

Her hips were relentless as she took you on her desk in an animalistic manner, mouth at your neck, sucking a mark she knows will taint your skin, the thought of everyone knowing you were hers thrilling.

Your nails dig into her back when she angles her hips differently, the strap on hitting your sweet spot with every addictive thrust, Wanda's mouth moving to your ear, letting you hear her laboured breaths and seductive sighs. Her teeth nibble on your ear lobe, earning a groan that turns into a choked moan when one of her hands tighten their grip on your hips, the other moving to circle your clit, hips bucking as she continues to mercilessly fuck you.

"You can take it," she rasps out at your ear at a whimper that leaves you, your orgasm swiftly building at her actions, your mind completely fogged with arousal, body burning with every single one of her touches, arousal coating the toy causing it to make a filthy sound with every snap of her hips. "You're doing so well for me," she praises, biting down on your neck as her kisses descended, your nails digging in harder as your body teeters on the edge of your first orgasm, Wanda knowing the signs of your body as your legs moving to wrap around her waist, trying to pull her closer and deeper.

"Please," you muffle around the tie, her lips parting from the newly formed mark on your neck to meet your desperate gaze, her hand moving from your hips to your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as your eyes practically roll back.

"Come all over my cock, Detka," she purrs out, knowing what your needy gaze was asking her for, a loud muffled moan reverberating around the room as your head moves to the crook of her neck, body tensing and walls clenching around the toy, pleasure crashing through you as you come on her desk, hands clutching at her for support as wave after wave of euphoria floods through you.

"We're not finished yet," she murmurs into your ear, a low groan leaving you as the toy slips out of you, Wanda moving back to help you off the desk, roughly turning you around and bending you over the desk, a guttural noise escaping you.

Your mind can't comprehend the pure desire you feel, skin on fire as she slides your panties down your legs, lifting your skirt once more and positioning herself at your entrance once again. With one thrust, she's back deep inside you, your hands reaching for the end of her desk for support, one of her hands moving to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and pulling gently, tugging your head back.

"Fuck," she groans at the sight of you, her core throbbing at what she was doing to you, her eyes trained on how the toy slid in and out of you, her free hand lightly spanking your ass, earning a small groan. "You're mine, aren't you," she pants out, pulling your body up, her chest pressed into your back, lips at your neck, your hands bracing your body upright on the table.

You nod your head at her words, mind spinning as pleasure overrides all your senses, head lolling back against her as your eyes convey your deliriously lustful state, eyes practically black with desire.

"All mine," she murmurs, the base of the toy brushing her clit perfectly with the new position, a low curse leaving her lips and fuck you think that's the hottest thing you've ever heard. Her hand returns to your throat, indulging in both of your fantasies as she applies a little more pressure, a deep groan leaving you as your hips push back against her, your second orgasm about to flood through you.

The feeling of her spanking you once more sends you over the edge unexpectedly, body tensing in her arms as she holds you upright, pressing you further into the desk as you rock against the toy buried deep inside you, a string of muffled moans filling the room. Your orgasm is prolonged by Wanda grinding the toy into you, the base of it rubbing against her clit as she chases her own orgasm, following swiftly after you as her hips soon start to slow.

The two of you remain in that position, leaning into each other and catching your breath as you recover from your powerful orgasms, Wanda gently turning you in her arms and untying your gag, lips instantly claiming yours for a soft, loving kiss.

"You ok Dorogaya?" she whispers, eyes searching yours making your chest fill with love. You adored how she could go from being so rough and dominant to so soft and caring, always making sure you were alright.

"I don't think I can walk," you reply honestly, earning a small chuckle from her, her lips pressing against your temple as she pulls out, helping you support yourself against her desk as she quickly discards the harness and toy in her ensuite to clean and move later before returning to you.

"That good, huh?" she teases, wrapping her arms around you and helping you to the sofa at the side of her large office, sitting with you as she fixes your hair, your body leaning against her side.

"Always that good," you sigh back, unable to comprehend the sheer ecstasy the older woman makes you feel, her arms a place of security as you relax against her.

"How about, after I've checked my emails one last time, we head home and have a nice relaxing bath to recover before the boys get home?" she muses, knowing that you were going to be tired after last night and today, her fingers tracing random patterns at your side, lips meeting your hair, lingering as she waits for an answer.

"That sounds perfect on one condition," you say, turning your head to meet her curious green, her entertaining you and raising one of her brows.

"I get to choose the bath bomb this time," you mutter, her chuckling at your answer, nodding inevitably to your command, always wanting to give you everything and more.

"Of course Detka, you can choose the bath bomb," she replies with a hint of teasing to her tone, not that you minded. "I love you," she whispers before getting up, fixing her outfit and quickly going to her desk as you do the same, waiting for her to finish.

"I love you too," you murmur, her arms soon wrapping around yours, ready to take you home. 

[reemonna]

HI! Love ur blog. Can I req some nsfw headcanons for Connor Kenway? ;)

Oh dear, this is the first time for me to write a whole nsfw blog and I'm so anxious about it, especially if it's about Connor. I hope I won't disappoint and thank you so much!

!!! (Warning: NSFW / not for minors / +18 content) !!!

NSFW Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor Kenway headcanons

(During the events of AC3)

In spite of his terrifying physique and alarming gazes when he's hunting down an enemy, he can be the softest and most caring creature you'll ever get to know when it comes to him having a physical contact with you

He's so strong and able-bodied, so he can pin you to the wall with both his arms easily and you're here squirming before his huge body

When you're giving him head for the first time he'd be really concerned and anxious the whole time that you might choke. He's fully aware he is that huge

Him having kinks? I don't think so. He's an innocent boy, it's even possible for him not knowing what does the word 'kink' stand for in the first place. He could even ask you about it

"Nó:ronhkwe (love), what does the word 'kink' mean?"

"Where did you hear that from?"

But if he did have kinks, they would be the least risky and hurtful ones. Which means BDSM is a conclusive no for him

Connor is a busy man, he doesn't really have the time to have sexual and romantic relationships, he was once afraid he couldn't give his woman what she deserves. So having you would be his first. Yes, that means he is a virgin

Thus explain why he's shy and probably doesn't know what he's doing in your first time together. But he's a fast learner, with very observant eyes and sharp senses, he will take some mental notes of how to improve and get better by the time. And he definitely does

He's pretty skilled with his hands, according to training and using different weapons and managing them perfectly, so he really knows how to use them well, and he's ready to show you that in other ways than fighting, to play you like a violin, turning you into a sobbing mess

During the whole thing he will ask you some questions from time to time like 'Are you okay with this?', 'Am I doing good?', 'Do you want me to stop?' to let you know that he's wary and willing to make it as comfortable and pleasurable for you as possible

You wouldn't imagine what it's like to do it with him when he's mad about something. He turns into one brutal beast you won't be able to feel your body for a week at least

Once he's done and returns back to his senses, he will regret it immediately and keep on apologising (even if you're not really protesting), making sure you weren't badly hurt

When you're both close enough, he likes to play chasing games with you, tag for an example. He likes watching you from afar, determining your location with his secondary vision, licking his lips and eyeing you in a predatory way, closing the distance between you slowly like a vulture hunting down its prey. That's until he surprises you with a full-of-happiness giggle and hugs you. Holding you tight in a teddy bear way as if he's won his prize, whispering promises of a long blissful night to your ears

He looks like a sculpted statue of a greek god after reaching his climax. With his tired handsome face, pumped lips (more than they actually are), sleepy beautiful half-closed eyes, flushed tanned skin, tiny whines escaping his lips from time to time, sculpted flawless body and a rising and lowering sweaty chest. If he's conscious enough he would have a little wanton smirk on his lips with his eyes fixed upon you

He's the sweetest boy when it comes to the aftercare. He gives away lots of kisses and cuddles, asking you if he did well enough, could even prepare a bath for you to get cleaned up. He doesn't let you make the least effort possible. He takes care of everything himself until he finally lays beside you in bed, pulling you into his lap, fondling your hair tresses and kissing your forehead softly, wishing you sweet dreams

[havendance]

Year One vs Zero Year: A Tale of Two Batmen

(You can also read this on AO3 if you want)

In the introduction to the Batman: Year One collected edition, Dennis O’Neil writes about the impetus behind the post-crisis reboot—things had become dated and it was time to revamp their most iconic characters: Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman. “The writers assigned to the task had quick and clear ideas about how to update Superman and Wonder Woman, but Batman was a problem. He was fine just as he was.” Batman: Year One was not a story that was trying to reinvent Batman, it was a story that was trying to distill him, to revisit and retell his origin for a new era of DC storytelling. Whatever you may think of Frank Miller, he and David Mazzucchelli certainly succeeded with that goal.

While I don’t have a nice clear editorial quote like that for Batman: Zero Year, it’s clear that Synder was trying to do the same with the story. Zero Year is a Batman origin for the new era of storytelling that was the New 52. It has its nods to Miller—it has to, simply existing after Year One’s influential rewrite of Bruce’s origin—but it owes far more to the Batman of the golden age in it's story beats. It is not just Batman: Year One for the New 52, it is the Batman origin of the post-flashpoint comics, it's art and storytelling reflecting this Batman of a new era.

Batman’s origin has always been consistent in its strokes: Bruce Wayne’s parents are killed by a mugger. Devastated, the young boy swears to devote his life to justice. He trains both body and mind, until finally ready to begin, a bat flies through the window, and he takes it as an sign that he should become Batman—a creature that strikes fear in the hearts of criminals. It can be summarized in a page or two to get the audience up to speed.

(Batman’s Origin as told in Batman #47)

Neither Year One nor Zero Year change any of the fundamental pieces, but the narratives that surround them are vastly different. Year One seeks to tell a Batman origin grounded in reality as much as it can. In an afterward by David Mazzuchelli in the Batman: Year One collected edition he writes that “with year one, we sought to craft a credible Batman, grounded in a world we recognize”. The main enemy that Bruce Wayne faces is corruption: in the police and in the leading families of Gotham. Beside Gordon and Alfred, the other members of the Batman mythos that are present are Selina Kyle, just beginning to put on the catsuit and Harvey Dent prior to becoming Two Face, both of them surrounded by plausibility and grit. The Joker gets a single name drop at the end. It takes up four issues and covers the span of a year, covering the emergence of Batman’s mission

In contrast, Zero Year is bombastic. It’s a story full of bright colors and fantastic events: explosions, blimp chases, and Gotham city cut off and run as the Riddler’s personal fiefdom. It’s longer—spanning 10 issues—and covers a significantly shorter period of time. In it, Batman faces the Joker, The Riddler, and a bone-mutated mad scientist foe who’s name I don’t remember. Pamela Isley and the Penguin are alluded to as well. The giant penny plays a role in the plot. It calls back to many pieces of golden age lore, such as Bruce’s Uncle Philip Kane, and his love interest Julie Madison. (For a more modern retelling of the golden age Batman’s origin, see Secret Origins (1986) #6)

(The Batman: Year One and Batman: Zero Year trades. Please also note that the Year One trade contains at least an extra issue’s worth of bonus content at the end, where the Zero Year trade only has some variant covers)

There is also a difference in attitude between the two origins. Year One is a comic that is trying to escape the bounds of genre; Zero Year is a comic that revels in it. Part of it is the tone—Year One is setting itself in contrast to the Batman of the past in its commitment to realism rather than melodrama. Part of it is the art. In terms of color, the original printing of Year One and Zero Year are very similar. In Year One, this is because of technical limitations. There are only so many colors, most of them bright, and still Richmond Lewis works to create a strong sense of atmosphere to highlight the noir-type story that is being told. Zero Year uses these colors as a deliberate homage to comics of the past. It’s filled with bright pinks, blues, yellows, and greens set in contrast to each other. It’s beautiful. It’s also a clear stylistic choice.

Richmond redid the colors of Year One for later reprintings. While beautiful, they are far more subdued and muted. It’s clearly the sort of look they wanted for Year One from the beginning, but could not achieve. In contrast, Zero Year stands out from the comics surrounding it in the first half of the New 52 precisely because everything else is illustrated in this overly realistic dull and gritty style.

(Batman #405 — original printing vs recolor)

(Batman (2011) #22 vs Batman (2011) #1 — These comics have the same colorist, but clearly different philosophies guiding them)

This can also be seen in the Batman costumes themselves. While both Year One and Zero Year are drawing from the same original Batman costume from Detective Comics #27, they take different parts. Year One’s Batman suit has a simple and streamlined black and grey. The Zero Year suit keeps the purple gloves.

(From left to right: Batman in Detective Comics #27, Batman #405, and Batman (2011) #24. While the image from Detective Comics #27 is faded, note that the gloves are purple)

This contrast isn’t just in the origins themselves—it is the comics that surround and follow them as well. Year One and Zero Year are origins for two different eras of Batman. I’ve read primarily post-crisis Batman comics and am less familiar with the pre-crisis era, so I can’t say how much of the storylines that followed were specifically picking up on Year One’s influence, and how much was just the natural change in storytelling direction, but throughout the major Batman events of the Post-Crisis era, there is a throughline of sensibilities that they share with Year One. AsYear One set out to tell the grounded origin of the Batman, so do many of the foes and challenges he faces have this grounded nature to them as well. They all still have a larger than life feel, but the foes Batman faces tend to fall into the categories of crime (Knightfall, War Games), natural disasters (Contagion, Legacy, Cataclysm), and himself (all of them, but more specifically Murderer/Fugitive and arguably a Lonely Place of Dying as well). These are events that start from a realistic starting point that are magnified. Earthquakes, outbreaks of disease, a gang war—these are all things that could happen to any city. Any man could lose a son or be framed for murder. The heightened nature of these stories is what separates them from the real world.

(Even an event like No Man’s Land, with its premise of ‘Gotham getting kicked out the United States’ that stretches the suspension of disbelief, is intensely focused on what this means for the city that remains. It cares about grounding the fantastic events in real reactions.)

In contrast, post-flashpoint events tend to have this more fantastical feel. The Night of the Owls does not put Bruce up against ordinary corruption among the elite, but against a masked conspiracy with immortal assassins at their disposal. The driving force of Robin War is not the idealism of the We Are Robin movement against a city that doesn’t like or trust them, but a power play by the Court of Owls. In Night of the Monster Men, Batman and co. fight Kaiju-like monsters; there are themes of contagion throughout the story, but this isn’t a hopeless fight against that ancient enemy of humanity that is disease, it’s a thrilling, action-packed fight. One approach is not necessarily better than the other, but they are fundamentally different paradigms of storytelling. I remember reading Night of the Monster Men at the same time as the lead up to Bruce Wayne: Murdere/Fugitive and thinking that they didn’t feel anything alike.

 Unlike Year One, Zero Year does not feel like a origin point for this shift in narrative focus. The beginning of the new52, while having the benefit of being the beginning of a new era, also isn’t it—these storytelling trends could be seen in the comics leading up to Flashpoint as well. If I had to pick an event that started to show this shift, it would be Batman RIP. Morrison’s love for silver age comics and deep cuts to lore lead it to having that same fantastical feel. While the Batman of Morrison’s run is nominatively the one of Year: One, he fits more in line with the storytelling motivations of Zero Year—the callbacks to older ages (Morrisons’ Batman definitely wore the purple gloves), the extreme feats of survival, the larger than life events. Year One was an origin for an era that had come to an end.

A new Batman origin was inevitable, if for no other reason than the constant passage of time. One of the big differences between Year One and Zero Year is the sheer difference in the type of technology Batman uses in each. In Year One, there is no Bat-Computer. Bruce has his grappling hooks, his smoke bombs, his ultrasonic device that summons hoards of bats—It’s all far too simple for a Batman of today’s world. Zero Year has computers everywhere and Batman’s gadgets are upgrading to fit the glitz and advancement of the modern era. The New52 gave DC the chance to revisit it and for better or for worse, no one could call Zero Year, ‘Year One only set 30 years later’. Both works are products of their times, and both works show the audience not only the basic beats of Bruce’s origin, but also what a Batman story looks like. Together, they show the way that he has evolved as a character over the years. Maybe in 15 years, DC will put out another origin epic for Batman. Chances are, he’ll have changed yet again.

[martiniblues]

comin’ back for more; 이동혁

pairing bf!haechan x female!reader

synopsis you and haechan always got into stupid fights, this one in particular causes you to slam the door, but haechan doesn’t get scared in the slightest; he knows you’ll be coming back for more.

genre angst, toxic???, haechan is an ass, lots of cursing and suggestive descriptions, reader calls haechan “pretty boy” and he calls reader “lovely” and “baby”.

wc 1.2k

song : back for more by txt featuring anita

“you’re a fucking dick, lee haechan!” you slammed your hands so hard onto the granite counter beneath you that it stung. you and haechan had been going at it back and forth for the past thirty minutes.

“i just don’t understand. you make no sense.” the lack of emotion in his words and the dull expression on his face made your body ignite with annoyance.

you both were still in your party clothes; the knee-high boots and tiny mini skirt on you made it quite difficult for haechan to take you seriously. it also made it quite a task to seem intimidating when you could hardly move without falling on your face.

“i have repeated myself a thousand fucking times; what is there not to get?” your fingers raked into your hair, pulling at the roots like a mad woman.

and that you were

“it’s just stupid." haechan shifted against the counter with his eyes down, mumbling just enough for you to still hear him. your jaw fell in disbelief, your hands slamming onto the counter once again.

you began backing up to the front door of your shared apartment, “stupid? i’m fucking stupid to you?” the words seemed unbelievable coming out of his mouth.

“you know that’s not," he said, rolling his eyes, annoyed with how difficult you were being. but just as his eyes settled back on your place at the counter, you had turned to the door with your purse and phone in hand.

“i can't fucking speak to you anymore.” you whipped the door open and slammed it before haechan could get another word out.

now here you were at two in the morning, shoes and purse in hand, trying to fumble for your keys. finally, clutching the keys in your hand, you opened the door to your apartment.

silence

just as you thought it would be. haechan was drunk when the two of you had last argued spoken and had to be passed out in bed, sound asleep.

it’s not that you wanted to see him, but you had no choice. maybe i could just sleep on the couch, you thought to yourself as you set your things on the kitchen counter. memories of the hours prior made you grow mad all over again, not that you had even gotten over the fight at all.

you silently walked to you and haechan’s room to find him sitting up and scrolling on his phone. you hadn’t expected him to be awake, instantly growing annoyed that you had to speak to him.

it was petty, you know that. you just couldn’t let him win this time.

he just stared at you, doe eyes and all. usually this would have you melting into a puddle, but the innocent expression made you sigh and ignore him as you walked into the bathroom.

as you took off your clothes, you heard his feet pad against the floor and his body lean against the doorway. “i’m still fucking pissed at you.” you stared into the mirror speaking directly to him.

looking at him quickly as you peeled off the rest of your clothes, you noticed the stupid smirk painted on his lips. “wipe that fucking look off your face, you creep!” you yelled, throwing your blouse at his head.

to your liking, the shirt caught him off guard, causing him to scoff. now it was your turn to smirk.

“i didn’t even say shit.” he moved towards you, popping his hip to lean against the sink, arms crossed, eyes scanning you as you pulled one of his unfolded t-shirts over your torso.

"whatever," you deadpanned, walking right by him to flick off the lights and grab your pillow and blankets from your side of the bed. catching onto your plan, haechan rushed to the door to ruin your escape route.

sighing heavily, you dropped your pillow and blankets to the floor. “what the fuck is wrong with you?" you had enough of his antics, and it was evident in your tone and face. haechan’s smirk fell instantly.

“woah, woah…” his back lifted from the door, and he quickly made his way closer to you. “are you really that pissed at me?” his shaggy strands covered his eyes as he leaned down to be face-to-face with you.

you just looked up at him, blankly. "okay, you’re really pissed at me.” he answered his own question, brows furrowing and his lips pulling into a flat line.

"shit, i know i took this whole thing too far-" you groaned, cutting him off with your hand to his chest. “we can talk about this tomorrow.” in your attempt to pass him, he quickly grabbed your wrists to stop you.

“i’m sorry. i know i’m stupid and say lots of shit without thinking," he said, bringing his free hand to your hair to softly push a few strands behind your ear. “i love you. more than anything in this world, baby."

you tried so hard to keep your composure, but with those words and such a pretty mouth letting them flow into your ears, you couldn’t help yourself from completely melting into him.

"god, just shut up, asshole.” you ripped your wrists from his grip and wrapped your arms around his neck, smashing his lips against yours. immediately, you felt his stupid smirk rise again, but you could care less about making a sly remark about it.

haechan’s hands rested on your hips and gripped onto them as if you would run away again. he truly was sorry, and he wanted you to know that, but he still loves toying with you.

“knew you would come back.” he mumbled before shutting up with his lips on your neck. you quickly raked your fingers in his hair, pulling hard as to bring his face to yours.

“damn baby, if i knew getting you angry would make you do this, i would have pissed you off awhile ago.” even with his brows knitted in pain, he still managed to flush and smile at your actions. “you piss me off every single day, pretty boy.”

you pushed him roughly towards your shared bed, making him tumble onto it. “and plus, what would you do without me, channie?” you crawled over him slowly, never breaking eye contact.

you both were fighting for your lives. piercing gazes and stone-cold expressions attempted to cover up the fires burning inside both your bodies.

haechan’s fingers poked under the fabric of your (his) shirt to cool your warm skin. “you always come back for more, baby; don’t deny it.”

“whatever you dick, i’m still mad.” you pulled his hand away and pinned it next to his side. you sat up, straddling him, as you peeled off your shirt before discarding it on the floor.

“yeah, whatever you say, lovely.” haechan sat up on his elbows, watching your every move with equal amounts of annoyance and love in his eyes that almost made you pass out.

after rolling your eyes for what felt like the millionth time that hour, you placed your lips back on his.

the two of you could settle this argument in the morning, but for now, you needed to do what you kept coming back for.

© martiniblues | do not copy or translate my work!

note | first haechan post AHHHHH i love writing him so much so expect much more of him soon! also, this song is just too good i had to write something based off of it. anyways… hope you enjoyed and plz leave suggestions in my request box <333

[britany1997]

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Two

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Poly! Lost Boys x Max’s Daughter Reader

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Prologue, Chapter One

California, 1986

“I know you resent me now, but I’m only doing what’s best for you. I take care of my children, and I hope that in time you can learn to see me as your father.”

Fuck Max. Fuck California. Fuck everything.

The second you’d carved even a sliver of a life for yourself, it’d been forcefully ripped from you. You weren’t allowed to be free. You had been “gifted” with eternal life, but you couldn’t truly live.

Max saw himself as a savior. According to him, he’d rescued you from the gutter, from an impending death. But you’d died everyday since his fangs had sunken into your skin.

A stake through the heart was a kindness you would never be afforded. Your future had never been yours to control.

The room you’d been banished to at the top of Max’s house felt more like a gilded tower as the nights wore on.

You were semi-imprisoned by your self-proclaimed father, and semi-imprisoned by your own will. Max didn’t trust you enough to allow you out alone at night, but you’d be damned if you ever went out with him.

So you stayed, confined to your prison and guarded by Thorn. You seethed in malice, all alone.

Or sort of alone, as you’d done in life, you allowed yourself to escape to worlds within literature. Your bedside table was stacked with Mrs. Dalloway, The Bell Jar, and of course, Jane Eyre. What were you if not a mad woman locked inside a room. All you needed was a match.

You were skimming the pages of The Feminine Mystique when you heard a firm knocking on your bedroom door. Shortly after, Max entered, his tall, broad frame filling the doorway. “I want you to come to the video store tonight, in fact, I’d like you to start working there for me.”

You continued to read, refusing to so much as look at him as he spoke to you, “why’d you knock if you were just going to come in anyway?”

Max frowned, “you’ve been here for almost a month now and you’ve done nothing but refuse to acknowledge me and behave terribly.”

“Not true,” you said nonchalantly, holding up your book and finally meeting his eyes, “I’ve also been reading.”

Max’s head fell into his hands in frustration. “I’ve tried so hard with you but-”

“Tried what?” you interrupted, “thrusting the curse of immortality onto me without explaining what you were doing? Without telling me what it meant? Without giving me a choice?!”

Max crossed his arms, preparing himself for another of your monologues.

“Or maybe you mean ripping me from my home, from the life I’d made for myself. Because God forbid I do anything on my own, God forbid I allow myself to be happy for once in my unlife. No, you’d rather keep me under your thumb, calling yourself my father just to spite me.”

“Are you done?” Max asked, eyebrow raised.

“Might as well be,” you spit, “you can hear me but you never listen.”

“You mock me for calling myself your father, when all you ever do is act like a rebellious child.”

You grimaced and turned your eyes to the ground.

He stepped forward, “I don’t want to use it, but I will.”

You sucked in a breath at his words. He was referring of course, to his thrall.

As your sire, Max had completely power over you. If he chose to, he could utter the words and force you to do whatever he wanted.

Max had assured you that he wouldn’t use this power unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. Yet this didn’t set you at ease. The threat of your agency being stripped from you was constantly present in the back of your mind.

It was better for you to choose to do what he wanted, if it could be called a choice.

You sighed, dog earring your book and throwing it into your tote as you slipped it over your shoulder. You moved to walk out the door but paused in front of Max, “I hope you know how much I hate you.”

He sighed, a sad smile stretching across his face, “I do.”

You arrived at the video store to find that an application had already been filled out for you, and your employment had been approved.

You glared at Max as he pulled out your name tag, “this is demeaning,” you told him.

He rolled his eyes, “having a summer job you were given because of nepotism? Yes, no one has suffered as you have suffered.”

He clipped the name tag to your shirt, “enough with this attitude,” he whispered.

He turned to a pretty, curly haired girl working the counter, “Maria, this is my daughter,” you waved awkwardly, “she’ll be working here this summer, show her what to do.”

He turned back to you, “I’ve got to do inventory, listen to Maria she’s a nice girl.”

With that he patted your arm and headed to the back of the store.

Maria came out from behind the counter and offered you her hand, which you gladly took. “I’m Maria,” she smiled the most genuine smile you’d seen in a long time as she shook your hand, “I’ve been working the night shift alone for forever! I’m really glad to have you here.”

Your cheeks flushed at her words, “well, I’m glad to be here,” you said genuinely. It’d been awhile since you’d had anyone you’d been able to truly connect with.

In her smile you saw the potential for a confidant, something you desperately needed. Maybe you couldn’t tell her about the monstrous side of you, but you wanted her to know everything else. You wanted someone who truly knew you.

The night passed quickly as Maria taught you how to work the register, stock movies, and use the stores check out system. With the rest of your time you were content to listen as she rambled about her life.

You smiled softly as she told you about her friends, her classes, and her family. Maria was the oldest daughter of a huge, tight knit family. Five siblings meant she spent a lot of her weekends babysitting, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She gushed to you about each sibling, their personalities, their quirks, their likes and dislikes, by the end of the night you felt like you knew each of them. You were touched by her obvious care for them.

When the end of her shift came, you were holding back tears. She loved her family just as you’d loved yours. For the first time in a long time, you’d met a kindred spirit, for the first time in a long time, you had a friend.

When she’d finished packing up her things, Maria pulled you in for a hug. “It was so nice to meet you! I can’t wait to see you again for our shift tomorrow.”

Your heart swelled, “I can’t wait either!”

She shot you another one of her bright smiles before turning to head out the door. You beamed to yourself as you fiddled with the register.

“Hey babe, heading out already?” your ears perked up at the sound of someone speaking to Maria.

She giggled, “Paul, you know you’re not supposed to be in here anymore,” she sing-songed.

Paul sighed dramatically, “oh babe I’d stay away, but I’d miss seeing ya every night!”

Maria laughed once more, “we couldn’t have that now could we.”

You rolled your eyes at this Paul guy’s cheesy flirting, wondering why he wasn’t allowed in the store.

“Who’s the new chick,” Paul whispered.

You tried to ignore him as you counted the cash.

“Why don’t you see for yourself Paulie,” Maria teased, “I’ve gotta get going.”

“Sure baby, let me just turn on my charm.”

You could hear his voice dripping with fuckboy confidence. This would be good.

You were jolted from your thoughts by the repeated ringing of the bell on the counter. You sighed, turning around slowly, an annoyed expression on your face.

Your eyes met the blond man’s piercing blue ones, as you stared into them your frustration melted into shock.

Paul’s eyes widened as he realized who you were to him. You wished you could have stopped the word that fell from his lips.

“Mine.”

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[reno-the-himbo-turk]

Pain that was the first and last things Reno experienced today. He woke up with a headache and some lower back pain from the day prior's workout routine. He'd gone to classes and made it through the day just fine until after classes it happened. Men came, more specifically men in suits. They'd been looking for him saying they wanted to have a little chat and offer him a job; claimed benefits, perks, a high wage and more but something about them had the ginger on edge. It was the look the bald one gave him the vibes were off and then he spotted it when the man looked to his handler the collar Reno saw it and knew he was fucked.

From there began the fight of his life. He hadn't noticed they'd drugged his cola but he was feeling the effects of it now but thankfully his speed mutation came in handy. The cafe they were at was public so he'd made a mad dash for it but the drug made his mad dash only slightly above average speed and before he could react a hand snagged his arm and tore it out of the socket before slamming him into the ground. Screaming in agony the boy discharged his other mutation and sent a strong electric shock into the other. It worked for a few moments but didn't stop the hit to his ribs let alone the sickening snap. The man behind the bald fucker kept giving orders and despite the bald man's desires he couldn't fully subdue Reno. After what felt like an eternity he had a plan. Using his feeble strength he gripped the others collar and poured as much electricity into it as he could. With that he fried the collar and soon enough the bald man was free and turned on his handler giving Reno enough time to let his speed dissolve the rest of the sedative and let him escape.

Running as his life depended on it he raced out of town his body breaking down the more he ran. It took hours to flee but eventually he could go no more. His body ran on autopilot and seemed to subconsciously guide him. Unsure of where he was and a lack of energy to go on Reno made it to X-Mansion collapsing right outside the gates in a bloody and bruised heap his body finally broken to the point he was unable to continue. As he collapsed he saw someone a plump and curvy woman that he looked at eyes wide as he struggled. "Help...." he managed to pant out before darkness overtook him.

[why-what-no]

Always Have Me

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Warnings: Slight depictions of violence. Me being obsessed with this show. Might be idiots in love, idk

Notes: Felt a little odd writing this about teenagers, but the actors are like a lot older than I am (why am i so in love with Lockwood’s actor?? He’s so pretty boy) and it’s totally PG, so I figured it was fine

Summary: When Lockwood’s friend and associate, aka the person he might even love, got injured during a case, he was more scared than he had been in a very long time. Leading to him dealing with his feelings in a less than productive way until the “friend” finally confronts him

Honestly, (Y/N) didn’t even feel it. But they could blame that on the shock.

Later on, when they’d ask George about it, he’d tell him quietly and morosely (like even the memory caused him pain), how dodging a ghost’s outstretched hand had led to the young operative tripping down a flight of stairs and slamming down onto splintered wood.

Wood that had pierced them right in the side. Which admittedly was gruesome, but (Y/N) just counted themself lucky that they had escaped being ghost touched. Lucy had told them about what happened to her old friends, and the thought of leaving behind their housemates terrified them.

All they could hear was the ghost’s shriek as their team neutralized it and…

And Lockwood’s voice - muffled, terrified. “No, no! (Y/N), stay with us. It’ll be okay! George! Call for help!”

***

Lockwood could barely stay focused in his fear. The moment he saw (Y/N) disappear down the stairs, his attention fully left the ghost that they were trying to contain. Bolting after his friend, not even thinking of the possibility of getting touched by the ghost. It didn’t even matter in his mind, if something happened to (Y/N) then it didn’t matter what happened to him.

The horrific sight of his friend - although honestly at that point ‘friend’ sounded like too weak of a word for their attachment - bleeding out send a coldness through his body. Kneeling over them, not knowing what to do, he could only attempt to comfort them as he yelled for George to get help.

Lockwood always felt a bit out of his element around (Y/N). A good kind of awkward, but awkward nonetheless. He’d read the books they’d like so he’d have something to talk about with them, and he’d try to be suave and charming but they’d always tease him about it. A little grin on their face that made it all worth it.

But in this moment. There was no awkwardness, just the knowledge that he completely forget what he was supposed to do. The imagined image of him lowering their casket into the ground imprinted in his mind as he begged (Y/N) to stay awake.

***

(Y/N) woke up in a hospital bed, obviously DEPRAC from the document on the clipboard that the nurse was holding. They let the woman fuss over them for a second, before beginning to push her to let them see their friends.

As Lockwood, George, & Lucy burst into the room, (Y/N) could only grin at how glad they were to see them. Only a few months ago, nobody cared if they were dead or alive. Now, they had a family who cared about them with all their hearts and souls.

“Are you okay?” Lucy asked, her sweet face wide with worry.

“We thought you were gonna die…”

“You were bleeding like mad…”

As George and Lucy talked over each other in their concern, Lockwood finally spoke. “Okay, you lot. Let them take a breath, it’s been a rough go.” He stood back, not getting close to take their hand or pat them on the shoulder. Which wasn’t a good feeling for (Y/N), but he never stopped looking at them, making them feel a little better. “Are you alright?” His brow was knitted in concern, as well as another emotion that (Y/N) couldn’t quite read on his face.

(Y/N) was close to all their housemates, but ever since they met Lockwood there was this pull that they felt for the handsome young operative. He seems to make every room he entered brighter, every joke he told lifted their spirits. They’d never felt so happy to be alive until they moved to 35 Portland Row.

“I’ll live.” They mustered up a smile, not wanting to make their friends more worried than the three of them clearly already were. “Just get me back home as soon as possible.”

They missed the comfort and familiarity already. The old knickknacks and books lining most surfaces, the smell of wood, paper, coffee, and whatever delicious thing George was cooking.

Lockwood smiled back. “I promise.”

And as usual, he kept his promise. It took a couple of days, but soon (Y/N) was healed enough to return to the agency and start getting back to normal. Helping George out around the house and researching new cases.

There was one problem, however. Ever since they had returned, Lockwood was… distant. Never alone in a room with (Y/N), never making excuses to speak to them and spend time with them like he did before they were injured. No, he just acted like they were just some acquaintance.

It broke their heart more than they cared to admit. Having got so used to Lockwood being so important in their life, that the loss of it felt like something had been stolen from (Y/N).

Lucy noticed the disquiet that (Y/N) was feeling. “Go talk to him, yeah? I’m sure it’s fine and you two can sort this out.” She told them comfortingly. “He was so worried about you when you were hurt. Nearly wore a hole in his shoes with his pacing.”

So they did. It took a bit to work up the courage, but eventually they managed to find him in the library.

He looked elegant in the dim light, although he was always beautiful looking. Entirely focused on the book in front of him, his hand on his chin with the curves of his face accentuated by shadows.

It almost felt sacrilegious to ruin this moment, but (Y/N) needed his attention. “Is everything alright?” They asked.

Lockwood jumped a bit as the words broke through the silence. He looked nervous for a second, before masking that emotion behind one of his calm, superiority complex-ridden expressions. “Of course.” He said, putting the book down and standing up. “Why wouldn’t it be? Did something happen?”

“You tell me. You’ve barely spoken to me in days, Lockwood.” Judging by the slight guilt on his face, he knew exactly that they were talking about. “What happened. What did I do?”

That immediately got through to him. “Nothing.” He said quickly. “You didn’t do anything, you’re wonderful.”

“Then why…”

“I was so useless.” He them her off, eyes glancing anywhere but at (Y/N). “You were hurt and I wanted to help and I just… I completely forgot my training.”

They’d rarely seen him this vulnerable before, a strange sort of desperation in his eyes that made them want to pull him close and never let go of him. “I’m fine, I’m going to be fine. You were there, that’s all that matters.” (Y/N) tried to consol him. He always had this need to be the defender, the one to look after everybody. It broke (Y/N)‘s heart sometimes how ragged he’d run himself trying to make that a reality.

“No it’s not all that matters. I’m supposed to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that!”

“That’s not your job, Lockwood.” They reached up to cup his cheek, trying to give him some sort of comfort. Almost immediately he leaned into their touch, raising his hand to lay in on top of theirs and wrap his fingers through theirs.

“It is. I…” He tried to decide best how to say what he needed to. To get across the emotions that he felt whenever he was around (Y/N). “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you here with me.” He finally said, looking down at his feet to avoid seeing their eyes.

But they took matters into their own hands, tilting his face up so that he was looking at them once again. Their eyes slightly watering, but a small smile was playing on their lips.

“You don’t have to do anything.” They told him. “You’ll always have me.”

There was a relief in his eyes as they told him that. “Promise?” He was deathly serious, needing to hear them say it.

And they just leaned forward to kiss him, surprising him at first but thrilling him at the same time. He quickly reciprocated, taking their face in his hands to keep them close to him, never wanting to let go of them now that he finally had them in his arms.

“I promise.” They told him when they finally leaned away to breath. And fully intended to keep that promise. They needed him as much as he needed them

[inmyicyworld]

My everything

Summary: The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.

Words count: 6.8k

Warnings: I fucked up the whole timeline sorry, no civil war and no infinity war in my world, avengers live in their tower as a family, my baby Bucky has a lot of issues and regrets, lots of feelings, happy ending as always.

Author’s note: one of my works hit more than 1,000 notes and i’m so so so grateful to every single person who supported me.

I had this idea for a while, and I finally decided to write because I had barely seen any works with this plot. if y’all like it, might as well write the second part with smut🥰

*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*

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“Aren't you fucking tired of this?” Bucky growled as he burst into the common room where Sam, Steve, and Natasha were sitting. "If you set me up on another date, Wilson, I'll break your fucking wings."

Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Calm down, cyborg. Look at you, all angry and stressed out; you need to get laid! When was the last time you’ve been on a date?"

Steve raised his eyebrows in surprise as he glanced between his two friends.

"Sit down, Barnes." Nat nodded her head at the couch across from her. Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, as too many feelings were bubbling inside of him, but he obeyed and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now explain what happened.”

 "This idiot is trying to set me up again.” He said, nodding towards Sam. "And I told you I'm not interested."

 “But why? Don't you want to feel like back in the days and have some fun with pretty women? This Hydra shit clearly wasn’t good for you. You’re too tense and always mad. Go on a date, maybe you’ll find a good girl to spend some time with.” Sam genuinely wanted to help his friend, and he didn’t understand why Bucky was so mad about it.

The look on Bucky’s face was weird. Like he wanted to say something but, at the same time, didn’t want to share his thoughts. 

“Are you already dating someone?” Natasha leaned with her elbows on her knees and studied his face. There was definitely something that Bucky didn’t want to say.

Steve looked between the three of his friends, and when Nat asked Bucky a question, it was like a bulb turned on in his head.

 "Buck…" Bucky met Steve's eyes, holding eye contact for a few seconds, like they were talking about something that only they knew.

 “Hey!” Sam said, waving his hands. “What are you two doing? Do you know something, Rogers?”

 “Buck, is it because of her?” The blonde said it almost in a whisper. “You still remember, right?”

“Did you have a girlfriend before the war?” Natasha, as always, understood everything immediately, and it was funny to see how Sam’s mouth fell open in shock.

Bucky clenched and unclenched his hands in his lap, not sure if he should reveal the truth. He had kept it to himself for so long—ever since he escaped Hydra and the memories from the past started to flood his head. It was too painful to think about you. To think about the woman who was his whole life many years ago. He remembered everything, and now he sees you in his dreams almost every night. Sometimes in nightmares, sometimes in the good ones, about the life that you two would’ve had if he hadn’t gone to war.

“What the hell are you hiding from us?” Sam shouted again, trying to get attention.

 “I…” Bucky frowns, staring at his hands. “I had a girlfriend... before the army, before the Hydra.” He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. Just the thought of you hurt him, making him regret everything. That he left, that he didn’t marry you, and that the universe had this shitty plan.

 “And that’s why you don’t want to go out with someone?” Come on, man, how long has it been?  80 years? Get over it. It must have been another one of your girlfriends that you hooked up with when you were young.” He chuckled, looking between his friends, none of whom seemed happy with his choice of words.

 "Sam, don't—"

“You sound like an asshole.” 

 “Get over it?” Bucky didn’t let Steve or Nat finish their sentences before he barked at Sam, looking even more angry than before. “Just another one of my girlfriends? Do you have any idea what the fuck you're talking about, Wilson? " He looked like he was ready to kick his friend right in the face. “She wasn’t one of them. In fact, there was no “them”. In my entire life, I’ve never even touched another woman because I've been in love with Y/N since I was 14. We started dating when I turned 18, and I proposed before I had to go to the war.”

Bucky’s emotions quickly changed as the hot rage turned into a longing for memories and feelings. He felt a lump in his throat, so he reached into his pocket for his wallet, from which he pulled out your old and shabby photo, gently running his finger over your face.

“Y/N was everything to me. She said yes, and I promised her that I would return so we could get married. I imagined that I would spend my whole life with her, you know? I don't need any other woman. I do not want it. I still love her, and I don't care if either of you find it funny.

The room fell into heavy silence. Steve just looked out the window, remembering the times when the three of you went to Coney Island, and he was always the third wheel. You were his friend too, and the aching feeling in his chest was too heavy.

Sam felt a little bit awkward after saying these things about your relationships. He wanted to tease Bucky, not be rude.

Natasha was the one who took the first step when she stretched the arm so Bucky would give her the photo. “You two look so cheesy. She’s really gorgeous.” She smirked, looking at the old black-and-white photo of you two sitting on the bench. Your back was almost lying on Bucky’s body, and his arms were wrapped around you. It seemed like you were talking about something and enjoying the private moment. Bucky had the biggest smile Natasha has ever seen on his face, as he was looking at you with heart eyes.

 “Can I see?” Sam finally asked, nodding at the photograph in Natasha's hands. She passed him the photo and Bucky’s move in his place, feeling a little bit uncomfortable about revealing this part of his life. 

“You two look cute. Weird to see a smile on your face.” Sam chuckled.

“Where did you find this photo?” Steve leaned closer to the picture, immediately remembering the day you and Bucky took it and the way Bucky has had it with him ever since.

 “I took it to the war. Always had it in a jacket, even on missions. She was with me that day on the train. I think Hydra found this in my pocket. When I ran away from there, I found a box with my stuff; the photo was there.”

 “Have you… tried to find something about her?” Steve lifted his head, studying his friend's reaction.

 “Yeah,” Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know how, but I didn’t find anything. Two years after my fall, there was no record of her. No marriage certificate, no place of residence, no place of work. Nothing. Like she just disappeared.” He shook his head in despair. 

 “But it's impossible.” Steve frowned, giving the photo back. “A person can't just disappear and leave nothing behind.”

 "I don't know," Bucky shrugged, looking back at the photo for a second and then slipping it back into his wallet. "Maybe it's for the best. I don't know how I would come to terms with the news of her death.”

It’s been almost two weeks since that conversation, and luckily for Bucky, Sam didn’t attempt to set him up with anyone anymore.

Earlier that day, Tony announced that his new technology had spotted some weird activity in something that looked like an old and hidden Hydra base. It was pretty much abandoned, but there were signs of small energy consumption, as if something was still constantly working. That’s why the team of Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony had to check it out and destroy any possible danger.

After being free from Hydra, Bucky didn’t take part in many missions because the team agreed that it would be better for him to heal and stay far away from triggers. But this base brought up many concerns: it was hidden far away, there was no information about it in nonofficial papers, and even Bucky himself had never heard about it. Tony insisted that someone with knowledge of the Hydra system should go there too.

When the four of them arrived on the quinjet at something that looked like a well-hidden abandoned bunker, they decided not to split up and go through the main and only entrance.

“Be careful; we don’t know that they might hide in here.” Steve said, going in first with a shield in front of him. Bucky and Sam went after him, holding rifles and checking the big and almost empty room.

“They should clean in here, kinda dusty.” Tony chuckled in his usual playful voice. 

“It’s not a good time for your jokes, Stark.” Steve was always a little too serious during missions, and Tony really liked pushing his buttons. “I see the light in the other room.” He whispered, carefully opening the door. 

“Holy shit.” Sam and Tony spoke at the same time when all four of them entered the giant room.

There were five big glass machines that were a little bit foggy and had a little lightning in them.

“What is this?” Steve ran closer to one of them and saw that there was a man inside. “Oh my god, there is a man in here... It looks like he’s alive.”

“There is a folder called “The Winter Soldier Program” with personal information.” Sam said, picking up a file from the shelf in the corner of the room. “George Harris, 27 from New York. Kathleen Hill, 21 from New York…” He read, mumbling to himself.

“It’s a cryostasis chamber. Hydra used it to freeze me.” Bucky lowered his rifle, coming closer to one of the chambers. Another man. “It lowers your body temperature to the point that you can be kept like that for many years. Hydra– “ Bucky went silent when he got to another glass camera. 

“Barnes? Why is there—” Sam didn’t finish his words when the sound of Bucky’s weapon falling on the cold concrete filled the room. 

“No-no-no, please, no!” He whispered, moving closer to the glass. He couldn’t believe what he saw. 

You were right in front of him, with closed eyes and too pale skin. That was impossible. It’s not you. There was no chance that you somehow ended up with Hydra. 

Bucky felt like he was unable to breathe. He tried to inhale some air, but the lump in his throat was too big. The tears blurred his vision; he didn’t hear anything around him, as your almost lifeless body was the only thing that he thought about. You, his sweet girl, somehow ended up trapped with monsters, and he couldn’t do anything to save you from it. 

“Bucky!” Two pairs of hands dragged him from the chamber, and the blurry vision of his best friend was now visible in front of him. “Bucky, listen to me! You should calm down, buddy. Just breathe, okay?” Steve deeply inhaled and exhaled to help Bucky, and after a few minutes, he was finally able to speak.

“T-that’s impossible, Steve. She shouldn’t be there! She should’ve found another man and lived a happy life with her family!” He said in a shaking voice, angrily wiping away tears from his face. 

“I don’t know how this happened, Buck; I really don’t. But she may be alive there.” Steve supportively squeezed Bucky’s shoulder. 

“We can’t just take these people out. We should transport them to the tower and find the safest way to unfreeze them.” Tony said in a serious voice, not joking around anymore. He walked closer to the chambers, studying each of them. “It looks like they are working on their own power, and this one, “he pointed at the one that was dark and with water drops from the inside. “Doesn’t work anymore. The man is probably dead.” 

“Are there any chances of getting them out of there alive?” Sam glared at Bucky, who was just staring at your peaceful but haggard face through the glass.

“I don’t know, but me and Banner will do everything we can.”

It took another day to find a way to move four of the still-working chambers to the compound and ten more hours to defrost everyone. and to say that Bucky was completely stressed out and exhausted was an understatement. He didn’t sleep at all, staying in the room near the lab to get all the news as soon as possible. He walked around the room for hours, overthinking everything—what will happen if you die or if you survive? Is it really better for you to wake up and see all the damage that he has done for the past years? To see the empty shell of the person you loved in the past?

“Barnes!” Tony blasted through the doors with a grin on his face. “We did it.”

“You did it?” Bucky’s whole body was buzzing with energy and anxiety. “Where is she? Is she alive? Is she conscious? Can I see her?”

“Wow-wow, calm down. She is alive, but you can’t see or visit her right now. Dr. Cho has to run many tests to find out whether your lovebird is healthy or not.” Tony nodded his head toward the corridor so Bucky would follow him. “We put each of them into a different room, and your Blonde Bestie insisted on putting Y/N into the best and the biggest one. There is a special window through which you can see her, but she cannot see you from the inside. So you can be as creepy as you want to until she gets better.” Stark slapped Bucky on the shoulder to show some kind of support when they stopped in front of the said window. 

You were lying on the bed, surrounded by too many wires and monitors. Dr. Cho was standing above you, writing something down, and checking the device near your head.

She said something aloud, probably talking to FRIDAY, and came out of the room. 

“Oh, Mr.Barnes, I heard that Y/N was your girlfriend, right?” She smiled, and Bucky slightly nodded, not being able to completely drag his attention from your body. “I’ll tell you this: it’s my most difficult and unique case, but she’s a strong one. Her body heals faster than other people’s from cryo. I believe she’ll be fully awake tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, Dr.Cho.” Bucky felt a little bit better now that he had more hope that you could really be back. Dr.Cho gave him another smile and left to check on her other patients. 

“I have to find out if these people have families. Did Y/N have someone who might be alive?” Tony asked. 

“No, she didn’t.”

“I’ll go, and you, Barnes, will stay away from her for now, understood?” He pointed a finger into Bucky’s face. 

“Yes. I’ll just watch from here.” 

You were alive. You were awake. Bucky saw with his own eyes as your body started moving and you slowly sat on the bed, confused by your surroundings. He saw panic on your face because you were clearly disoriented and scared to be alone in an unknown place. 

As fast as he could, he found Dr. Cho, who was in the room with Steve and Natasha. When he, choking on all the emotions, told them about you, it was a mess. 

Dr. Cho and a few other nurses ran to your room to check your condition because you were the first one to open their eyes.

Bucky, Steve, and Nat stood on the other side of the window. Bucky wasn’t able to fully convince himself that it was true that he was so close to him. It felt like a dream, like a weird picture that his brain created to comfort him. 

“She’s okay, Buddy.” Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder because it seemed like he didn’t even blink or breathe. “You can see her soon.”

“No.” He mumbled.

“What?” His friend’s head shot in his direction.

“Someone else should talk to her first. Tell her about my past. Maybe she won’t even want to see me after everything I’ve done.”

“I can go and talk to her first.” Natasha softly smiled. She knew the feeling when you’re afraid that someone will leave you because of your past. “I think it’s better for Y/N to first find out that she woke up in the new century and that she was cryofrozen for many years. I’ll tell her that Steve is alive, and then me and you can both tell her about Bucky.” 

Bucky just nodded to her words, still not being able to look at anything besides you. He wasn’t sure that after you find out all the truth, you’ll allow him to even be around you, so for now, he tried to memorize you as much as he could. 

Since the moment you opened your eyes, everything felt unknown and different. You couldn’t explain it, but something had changed. You didn’t know where you were, what time it was, how you ended up in that place, or who all these people were. You felt scared as too many doctors crowded your room and fussed around, talking about tests and medical procedures. 

The young woman who seemed to be in charge was actually really sweet. After only you and her were left in the room, she sat on your bed with a pile of clothes in her hands and smiled at you. 

“So, Y/N, my name is Dr. Cho, and I’m here to help you heal faster and without any consequences.” 

“Where am I?” Your voice was too raspy and harsh. It felt like you swallowed a glass of sand. 

She sighed, looking at her journal. “It’s hard to explain, but I promise that there’s nothing to worry about. You are safe. In a few minutes, someone will visit you to talk about everything and answer any of your questions. Now, I was told to give you these clothes so it would be more comfortable for you. You can change in the bathroom right there; there is also anything you might need like a toothbrush, soap, and so on.” She pointed at the door in the corner of the room. 

You stayed silent until Dr. Cho left your room, and then slowly, feeling kind of scared to move around this place, you went to the bathroom to change out of the hospital gown. 

The bathroom looked even weirder than the main room; you had never seen such furniture and interiors. And when you unfolded your new clothes, it took you a few seconds to figure it out. It was some kind of soft pants and a large t-shirt. What kind of clothes was it? Yes, they were actually comfortable, but it wasn’t something that you saw in the stores. 

While you were brushing your teeth, your brain was working too hard trying to figure out what the hell was going on, until you heard someone calling your name. 

“Hey, Y/N, my name is Natasha.” The pretty red-headed woman was standing near your bed with a tray and food in her hands. 

“Please, tell me what’s going on. Where am I? Why does everything look so strange here?” You said in a desperate voice, you almost wanted to scream because you woke up several hours ago, but no one told you a single thing.

“Don’t be nervous, honey. Let's sit on the bed; you’ll eat your special meal, and I’ll tell you everything you want.” She was so nice and genuine, so you nodded and sat down. 

Natasha placed a tray near you, and you saw that it was your favorite food of all time. You took a bite, and your taste buds were immediately filled with the taste of the meal that James cooked you almost every day. James. It was his recipe. The tears flooded your eyes when all of the memories about your dead boyfriend returned to your head. Yeah, how could you forget that it had been at least two years since he was gone? 

“Y/N? What happened?” Natasha’s worried voice distracted you. 

“It just reminded me of someone. I felt like I was home, and it hurts me because nothing is the same anymore.” You wiped your tears away, taking another bite. 

“I promise you that everything is going to be okay. You are not alone here.” You frowned at her words but still nodded. “So ask whatever you want to.” 

“Where am I, and why does everything look so different?”

“You are at the Avengers Tower, located in Manhattan, New York City. I know that might sound ridiculous, but you were in the cryostasis chamber up until now. It’s 2023, and a lot of things have changed in the world; that's why it might be confusing.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, overthinking Natasha’s words. “It can’t be true. I can’t be more than one hundred years old now. And I look the same.” 

“This is how cryostasis works—iit freezes the body so it can survive many years without any changes. Now tell me how you ended up with Hydra. What is the last thing you remember before waking up here?” 

“Back in the 40s, I was a nurse. My– my boyfriend— he died during the war.” You stopped because of the lump in your throat. It was too hard to bring back these memories because it was the first time you said these words out loud. “He died, and then my closest friend died too, and I just had no one left. I was alone, and I didn’t even know what to live for because all of my dreams about family and a happy life with the person I loved died too.” Natasha put her hand over yours on the bed and gave you a supportive squeeze. “Then one day in our hospital, scientists were looking for people who would like to test new serums. I decided that I had nothing to lose, so me and a few other nurses signed in.” 

“Kathleen, Josh, Adam, and Frank, right?” The woman in front of you gave you a sad smile.

“Yes, how do you know that?” 

“We found them with you. Adam’s camera was broken, so he died a long time ago, but the rest of them are here too, but, unfortunately, they haven’t regained consciousness yet.” 

You nodded. Your food was now done and set aside, and you sat on the bed more comfortably, bringing your knees to your chest. “These scientists were running some tests on us in the lab that they brought us in. It felt weird, and I remember that Kathleen always complained that it was painful. The last thing that happened was that they told us to step into a weird-looking machine that was meant to be a part of some kind of experiment. That’s it.”

“It was Hydra. A terrorist organization that tried to rule the world. They were evil, and you were lucky to get out of there alive.” Natasha pursed her lips. “Thank you for telling me this.” 

You two sat in silence for a few seconds until she looked over her shoulder at the weird-looking mirror that took up almost a whole wall. 

“Is anything wrong?” You furrowed.

“I have to tell and show you something really important, but everyone is worried about how you are going to react to this.” She studied your face with a weird expression. 

“Is there anything more crazy than me being in another century after I was frozen?” You tried to smile, but Natasha just nodded. 

“I’ll be right back. Please, try to breathe, okay?” She stood from your bed, took the tray, and left. 

Natasha came back, and behind her was the last person you ever expected to see again. You jumped on your feet, feeling like your eyes were lying to you. 

“This—this can’t be true... No, Natasha—Steve, you died.” You mumbled under your breath. Your heart rate was way higher than usual, and it felt like you were drowning. You put your hand over your eyes. It’s just a dream. It’s just a weird fucking dream.

Two large hands wrapped around your body, pulling you into the hard chest. “Sh-s, Y/N, breathe, just breathe.” His familiar voice filled your ears, and you started crying harder, gripping his shirt. 

“What– how– how is this possible? You crushed the plane into ice.” You shattered, tears running down your face.

“The Super Soldier serum saved me. The S.H.I.E.L.D. found my body 12 years ago.” Steve loosened his arms around you, allowing you to look up at him. He was exactly the same. This blonde hair, these light blue eyes, and that soft smile that he always had for you. “Please, sit back on the bed. We have a lot to talk about.” His face was now more serious. Even though he was extremely happy to get back his second closest best friend, he knew that Bucky was dying without you.

Steve and Bucky both looked at your interaction with Natasha, and it was obvious that everything Bucky wanted was for you to be near him. He looked through that window without any distraction, and his face lit up with a small smile when you tasted the food that he cooked for you and became emotional. He knew that you would appreciate it.

“About what?” You wiped your face with the back of your hand and sat down, holding Steve's hand. Natasha, who was still standing in the middle of the room, passed him a thick folder and left. Steve sat near you and gave you a supportive smile. 

“Bucky.” 

You froze and snatched your hand out of his. 

“Steve, no. Please—” You wrapped your hands around your body, as if you were instantly trying to hide from the pain that was aching in your chest. “Please, don’t hurt me anymore. I can’t handle that. Talking about him w-when he’s not with me anymore.” The sods started to get out of you, and you hid your face from Steve’s soft and apologizing eyes.

“He is alive.” Steve’s hands fell on your shoulders, and he lowered his head, trying to make you look him in the eyes.

“Don’t lie to me! He is dead; I saw the reports; I got the letter from Phillips saying that he’s sorry for our loss!” You particularly yelled at your friend. 

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? Bucky is alive. He is here. Behind that door, he’s watching us right now.” You were shaking your head in denial. 

That was impossible. You knew all this story; Steve himself told you what happened that day. There was no chance for Bucky to survive the fall from that height in the middle of nowhere. Yet here was Steve, sitting right before you. His big blue and soft eyes were looking into your eyes, and you didn’t see a single sign of hesitation or lying in there. He was so genuine that you wanted to believe that your boyfriend was, in fact, a few meters away from you.

“How? And why? James– he would’ve been with me if he were alive. Why isn’t he here?” You sobbed, and then the realization came to you. “That food—the food that Natsha brought me. It tasted exactly like he made it.”

“Bucky thought that it might comfort you. He found you in that laboratory, he has been near you since that day, and he saw that you were scared and disoriented when you woke up. And that's why I am here. Bucky insisted that I should talk to you first and tell you everything. He is afraid that you might not see him anymore after finding out everything that is written here.” Steve picked up the folder and put it on your lap. 

“The Winter Soldier” was written on top of the old-looking piece of paper, and for some reason you felt something weird in your chest.

“I want to let you know that whatever is in here, it cannot make me hate him.” You mumbled, hesitating to open the folder. “What’s in there, Steve? Tell me everything.”

“These are the papers that S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra had on the Winter Soldier. Everything that happened to him: experiments, torture, assassinations, crimes. This is what happened to Bucky after the fall. This is what Hydra did to him over these years.” 

You felt a lump in your throat when you opened the first page and saw Bucky’s photo from the army. But nothing prepared you for everything you read and saw after that. He wasn’t even James or Bucky anymore. He was a Soldier. An Asset. Someone without an identity. All the detailed descriptions of the medical procedures, brainwashing, electroshock, torture, and punishments with attached photos made you want to vomit and cry hysterically. You couldn’t stop crying when your shaking hands took a picture of the love of your life sitting shirtless and unconscious on some kind of stool with wires attached to his head. 

How could someone do that? How could someone torture a person almost to death and then just write about it like it was a fucking dairy? 

“His arm, it’s metal. Why is it made from metal?” Your teary-red eyes shoot back to Steve’s face. 

“Bucky lost it during the fall. They gave him a new one, but it causes him a lot of pain. Physical and mental.”

“I don’t— Steve, I don’t understand.” You took another picture with Bucky standing in his full black costume and a mask, not a single emotion on his face. “Why did they do this? For what?” 

“Hydra wanted to have the perfect asset. Killing machine. To commit crimes, kill unwanted people, and basically rule the world.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, looking at the floor. “They made Bucky the best. They completely cleared his head from the memories of his past; they trained him to be invincible and invisible. They had a special combination of words to control him, so he would always come back and do as he was told.”

You closed the file and moved it aside, closing your face with your hands while you were crying.

“And he thinks that I can reject him?” You whispered.

“Y/N, please try to understand what such things can do to your brain. Bucky goes to therapy, but he probably would never be able to fully heal from this experience.” His hand fell on your shoulder and squeezed it slightly. “Bucky always was a good person; that's why right now he feels so much guilt that it’s unimaginable. Even if nothing of this is his fault, he can’t forgive himself for these murders and damage. He has PTSD, nightmares, and a lot of trust issues.”

“I understand, but I would’ve never rejected him. He’s everything that I had, and when I lost him, it felt like hell.” You took a deep breath, looking Steve in the eyes. “Please, let me see him. I need it, and he needs it too.” Steve’s eyes softened at you. He almost forgot the love that his two best friends had for each other. 

“Give me a minute, okay?” He smiled, kissed your head, and left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You were really going to see the man that you thought you had lost forever in a few seconds. It was almost three years for you, but almost eighty for him. A wave of anxiety washed over you when you thought that maybe he doesn’t feel the same anymore and doesn’t have the same feelings as you do. You almost went down a rabbit hole until the door started to open. 

You slowly stood up, feeling a little bit uneasy. Even though you and Steve were just talking about it, seeing Bucky alive felt unreal. Your eyes were sliding up and down his face to remember every little part. He looked different, more mature, with a broad chest and shoulders and long, silky hair. 

Bucky’s heart was pounding in his ears, and his mouth was completely dry while you were observing him. You had tears in your eyes, and your lower lip was trembling when you tried to hold yourself from crying out loud. You were in some baggy clothes that Nat found for you, but you still looked fucking gorgeous. Still the most beautiful girl on the whole planet. 

“Doll…” Bucky’s raspy voice filled the room, and it was everything you needed. 

In just a second, you ran to him, falling right into his body. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your face hidden into his neck. 

As soon as Bucky finally hugged your smaller body and felt that it was real and that you were real, he broke down. Every last piece of strength went through the window as the tears rolled down his cheeks, probably soaking your t-shirt.

He wanted to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness for all of the awful things that he had done. He didn’t deserve you anymore, not with this much blood on his hands. But Bucky couldn’t do what he wanted because your grip on him was so strong that he wasn’t even able to move away for an inch. 

“James…” Your quiet voice filled his ears, and it sent shivers down his spine. Only you and his ma called him that, and he missed it so fucking much.

Bucky’s hands moved from your waist a little bit lower, and you viewed it as an opportunity to get even closer. Your legs instantly wrapped around his body, and Bucky, making sure that you wouldn’t fall, went to the bed and sat down with you on his knees. 

“I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry for everything that I’ve done.” He sobbed, shaking his head. You pulled away a little bit, finally meeting Bucky face-to-face. 

“Don’t you dare apologize for the things that you weren’t able to control, James!” Your voice suddenly became rough, filled with so much anger toward the people who hurt your precious boy. His hand on your waist tightened, and you slid your own to cup Bucky’s face. “I want to kill every one of them. Everyone who hurt you, who punished you,” Soft fingertips traced the delicate skin of the templates where, as you remember from the photos, wires with electricity were placed. “You didn’t deserve to go through this, James. I wish I was there for you.” 

“You were always with me. Even when they wiped me, I still had someone in my head. A woman with a soft voice, who told me that I'm strong and that it will end soon. I would’ve died without it.” You both were looking into each other's teary eyes, both feeling too much love and desire. 

Your head slightly tilted towards his, connecting your foreheads, and for a few seconds, it felt like home. Like nothing happened and you two were just having a lazy morning in bed.

The calloused hand on the side of your face brought you back to reality. Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes were looking into yours, and, sharing one thought, you both moved closer and connected your lips. The kiss was so soft, slow, and gentle, like you had the whole time in the world. It was this type of kiss that said that you both were there and alive. It was a reminder of the love that you had for each other. Reassurance, that no matter what, you will be there.

“I missed you so fucking much, doll. Since the day I first remembered everything, all I could think about was you. Even tried to find you, but there was not a single document. I started to believe that you just found a man, changed your last name, and moved away from that mess.” You were so close to each other, not wanting to split up even for a second. Your hands were moving up and down Bucky’s hard chest while he was rubbing the soft skin of your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you joking, James? No one was able to replace you. The only people I talked to during that time were your mom and Becca.” His facial expression slightly changed at the mention of his family, and you placed a soft kiss on his stubble cheek. “I should’ve been the one who took care of them, but I was nothing without you, and Winnie almost made me move in with them. That’s why I jumped at the opportunity to be a volunteer for these tests.” 

Bucky shook his head, his eyes again full of regret and pain. “I hate that it happened because of me.”

“At least I’m here right now. With you.” You smiled, sliding your hand into his dark, long locks. “You know, James, you look really good for someone who’s older than one hundred years old. I like your hair. And stubble.” His eyes rolled back at the feeling of your nails on his scalp. It had been so long since someone touched him without an intention to hurt him, and the realization of that made your heart swell with the need to take care of your boyfriend. 

“You know that you’re one year younger than me, right?” Your favorite little smirk in the whole world appeared on Bucky’s lips, and you smiled, moving a little bit closer to his body. The metal hand on your waist tightened, and you realized that you hadn't seen it in person yet. 

Your right hand reached behind you, grabbing a hard wrist that was covered in leather. Bucky’s body immediately froze under you, and his eyes snapped open. 

“Doll, no… You don’t have to...” 

“I want to. Give me your hand, James.” You said without any hesitation. Bucky looked you in the eyes for a few seconds, but then brought his metal hand between your bodies. “It’s just me, okay? I’m not scared, and I want to know everything.” You wrapped both of your hands around his hand and then gently started to take off the glove. 

The dark metal with beautiful golden stripes was shining under the bright light of the room. Your mouth slightly opened when you moved each finger with interest. Your gentle hands slid higher, rolling up the sleeve of the red henley Bucky was wearing. It was so smooth, without any sharp details, just an amazing and mind-blowing mechanism. 

“That’s so beautiful.” You mumbled in awe. Suddenly the plates under your hands moved, and a quiet whirring sound filled the room. You shot your eyes back at Bucky in shock, only to see that he was already looking at you with so much love that you almost melted. “Did you do that?” 

“It’s a new arm, not from Hydra. It reacts to my emotions. No one ever touched it without any fear.” You almost missed that last sentence, but the hurt in Bucky’s voice made you grab his face with your hands to get his whole attention.

“Listen to me, James. I’m not afraid of you. I won’t reject you. You are everything that I want. You still have the biggest and kindest heart of the guy that I met many years ago, and I’ll do everything to prove to you this.” The metal hand carefully touched your hand on the side of his face. “I love you. I love you so much, James.”

“I love you too, Doll. More than anything in this life,” Your lips crushed into each other, now sharing a more passionate and deep kiss. You slightly tilted your head, allowing Bucky to part your lips with his tongue and playfully bite you. It was almost too overwhelming, and you both were completely lost in each other until you finally needed to breathe. 

“Stay here with me, please. I don’t want you to leave.” You whined, trying to push your big and strong super soldier onto the bed. 

“I won’t leave, baby.” He chuckled, allowing you to push him back. You happily giggled and laid near him, interlacing your bodies together. 

You two were just staying in your own little bubble on your bed for what seemed like forever, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, until you finally fell asleep, feeling happy and peaceful in each other's arms.  

[auras-moonstone]

mad woman — ethan landry (part six)

word count: 804

pairing: ethan landry x gf!fem!reader

summary: the moment y/n and the kirsch family had been waiting for finally arrived. will they succeed?

previous part ; epilogue

THE PLAN WAS THAT Y/N SHOULD NOT REVEAL SHE WAS THE KILLER THE SAME TIME AS THE THREE KIRSCHES. They needed the Carpenter sisters to trust her, just in case something went wrong and they managed to escape. So, Y/N had to pull an Oscar award worthy performance throughout the whole revealing and chasing scene.

But the time she had been waiting for finally came. Tara, Sam and her had climbed the stairs to the second floor and Tara almost fell from the railing if Y/N hadn’t caught her.

“Fuck, Tara. I can’t… my hands” Y/N said, looking at her hands, covered a crimson red—Kirby’s blood.

“It’s okay… let me go” the black-haired girl said.

“Are you crazy?” Sam said, from next to them. She had her knife extended towards Quinn, who was slowly cornering them.

“Trust me, Sam” her sister said in a confident tone.

“Take this” Y/N said, giving Tara her knife. The latter nodded, and Y/N finally let go.

Tara fell, and Ethan stabbed her in the stomach “Gotcha!”.

The girl grabbed the knife her friend gave her and went to stab the brunette boy in the throat. It was a surprise to her when Ethan just smiled jokingly, and no blood came out. She took the knife out, and frowned when she saw it was fake. It was a retractable knife—she had been played.

“My girlfriend’s quite the actress, isn’t she?” Ethan smirked.

Unbeknownst to the revelation that happened downstairs, Sam looked at Y/N and subtlety signalled her head to the gun that was lying a few feet away from her. Y/N nodded in understanding.

“Do you really think you’re going to get away with this, Quinn?” Sam asked, hoping to distract the red-head while her friend took the gun.

“Actually, yeah. I’m very optimistic about this” Quinn replied with a cynic smile.

“We are two against one right now” Sam continued.

Quinn let out a laugh “Are you sure about that?” Y/N quickly grabbed the gun, stood behind Sam and pointed it to her head. “What a fucking plot-twist, right?”.

“Now, let’s join your sister, Sam. I’m letting you see her once more before they kill you, just because I’m feeling generous right now” Y/N said. “Hi, Tara! Did my knife come in handy?”.

“That was amazing thinking, love” Ethan told her, proud smile painted on his handsome face.

“Thanks, Eth” she blew him a kiss.

“You two are really perfect for each other” Tara said, clutching her stomach in pain.

“Thanks! We actually owe that to you two, wanting you dead has brought us together” Y/N said with a smile.

“You are mad!” Tara told her.

“You made me like that!” Y/N yelled in anger “And you know what I should do? I should gut your sister right in front of you, just like you did with Amber. But lucky for you, she’s not mine to kill. That’s their job” she said, pushing Sam towards Bailey and Quinn. “You on the other hand…” she said walking towards her, pressing the wound with her shoe, making her scream in pain “I’m going to take my time with you… cause you took everything from me”.

Ethan took a knife from under his cloak and gave it to Y/N “This is your sister’s”.

Y/N smiled gratefully before placing a kiss on his cheek, while adding more pressure to Tara’s wound “Thank you, babe”.

“Do you have to act all lovey dovey all the time?” Quinn groaned in frustration.

“Sorry, back to business” Y/N said, kneeling next to Tara, who let out a cry while Sam screamed “Don’t be sad, girls. You’ll be seeing each other again in a couple of minutes”.

Y/N didn’t waste any more time, and dig her knife on Tara’s stomach, just where Ethan had previously stabbed her. “This is not even half the pain you all caused to my sister”.

“She deserved it” Tara managed to say in between sobs.

“You think you’re badass, don’t you? Don’t you know that if you poke the bear, the claws will come out?” Y/N gritted her teeth as she spoke, dragging the knife upwards. Tara’s scream resonated on the room. “Oh, look what you made me do, Tara. It could have all been a little less… gory if you had kept your mouth shut”.

“Get over with it, kid” Y/N heard Bailey said. She took a look at the three people in front of her. Sam was laying a few feet away, lifeless.

“I’ll let you join your sister now. Bye, Tara” and with one stab in the heart, the only Carpenter sister left stopped breathing.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked her, helping her up.

Y/N wrapped her arms around her boyfriend “Perfectly fine, Eth” He smiled and kissed her temple—they had done it, they had survived and succeed.

author’s note: that was the last part of the mad woman series🥺 i know it was short compared to other parts, i just think that it was useless to keep the original revealing scene because we all already know the motive.

i also wrote the epilogue, which will be out tomorrow! expect a very romantic chapter because i’m a hopeless romantic even when i’m writing about two psychos!

tags: @marauders3 @multi-simp-page

[marengogo]

Rambling in INFJese - Part 10: Queerful In South Korea

SGMB and RPWP focused playlist

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Gurls, Bois and Enbies … Hellooooooooooo 📢 Yes, I’m finally, officially, back from my travels.

Am I feeling relaxed and refreshed?

NO.

In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m more tired than when I left 😬. You see, there was more excitement than I thought, or even budgeted for, but, lowkey highkey I knew it was going to turn out like that, so, it was what it was and it was unforgettable 😊💜. 

Now, on to the topic of today!

As the title kinda spoils, I would like to bring forth the topic of queerness in present day Korea, touching upon specific sub-subjects within this main-theme, which you will discover as you keep reading.

In order to provide more context and understanding, I’ll have to bring up a bit of Geography, a tad of Politics and a lot of History, and let me make this clear, even though I have been out of politics for quite some time I used to be very invested in world politics … I am presently indeed somewhat annoyed, because there seems to be a lot of misinformation that has been going around with regards to what it might mean to be gay/queer person in South Korea, in the big year of 2024, which is why I’d also like to encourage us to be proactive and do some research, on our own, with the available resources that are out there. I know it sounds heavy, but I promise I’ll try and make it as least cumbersome, and as much relatable to what might concern all Queer people, and JK and JM of course, as possible ✌🏾.

Let’s start with some Geography.

Asia … is a big ass continent. Because it is so big, amongst the people who make these kind of decisions, it was decided that this continent would have to be divided into 5 regions: Central, East, South, Southeast and West. The regions we are going to be concerned with are East and Southeast also known as ASEAN. The East has a total of 8 countries, out of which we are going to focus on 4 being; China, Japan, South Korea and Taiwan, while the Southeast has a total of 11, out of which we are only going to concentrate on 1, being Thailand … aaand that was all for Geography; painless right?

Great. So now it is time for some of History. We are now going to be talking about the history of the BL genre and the Queer art genre within two particular cultures; Eastern and Western.

BL, otherwise known as Boy’s Love, is a genre that was born in Japan in the 1970s. To properly discuss the world of BL it would take way too many blogs, so I’m afraid I won’t delve too deep into it, but in order to proceed with our discourse I need for everyone to at least understand the substantial difference between, for example, a series like The Eight Sense and Heartstopper. The first is a BL and the other is a Queer Coming-of-Age Drama. These two series are the I most point out very positive outcome of a lot of struggle and progress within both the BL and Queer art genre through the years.

The East and BLs - BL was created by women to be consumed by other women in Japan. It had nothing to do with creating content for gay/queer people, and this is very fundamental for everyone to understand. The thing is that it doesn’t matter where in the world you are, if you are or were a girl/woman you know the struggles are real. Different parts of the world deal with this frustration in different ways, and Japan and eventually the other 4 Asian countries I listed above found this to be one of them. The BL genre is basically having two men in a forbidden relationship, driven by mad passion, and who would always choose each other over the rest of the world. Star crossed-lovers where one of them would always be the Seme/Top or male-male and the other the Uke/Bottom or female-male. At the core of it all, BL was intended to be escapism, which eventually turned into fetishism and now can be all the above and something else entirely; evolution aye?

Mainly Asian women perhaps used BL to feel like their opinions and emotions could matter, in an environment where like also many other countries in Africa men are the ones that have the last say, or just any say at all. So they fulfilled their fantasy of being heard, and having power, while at the same time having the “strongest/most ideal” of men fall desperately in love with this male version of themselves. It is obviously much more complex than my two line sentence explanation, but for now, kindly keep this image in your mind.

Moving on!

The West and Queer Art - The queer genre in the West for the longest time was almost always a guaranteed tragedy. Interestingly enough, even though the first movie that mentioned homosexuality was in the 1960, the beginning of Queer culture in movies was, also for the West, in the 1970s. I can’t tell you the amount of books and films I have read and seen in my day says the woman in her thirties LOL and, despite the heart-wrenching looming tragedy, I would still enjoy finding comfort during those few chapters/scenes when the couple/pairing was happy, even though I knew for a fact that either one of them or both would die, or be eternally separated, or some other kind of tragedy.

The funny thing is that I would just accept it, because why not? Is not like my reality showed any different. It wasn’t like I was aware of happy and successful queer people around me, so why would I expect to read or watch anything else? Also I am a nasty ass angsty person so really I have no excuse. 

… are y’all following me thus far?

Now, let’s take a bit of a leap into the 2000s where money-makers finally clocked in on the fact that there is mad-money that can be made with BL in the East and Queerness in the West. In the East we start adopting fanservice within boybands and Asian-Dramas, we start printing thousands of BL mangas, and producing as many animes to match. In the West we keep having the token queer comedian appear on every show as well as making movies of historic queer figures who have impacted the world somehow, so that the queers can feel represented, even though all the actors are for the most part straight, because at this point in time, even though we acknowledge that Queer people exist, coming out is still very meh.

As the 2000s progress and we enter the 2010s thanks to actual progress within some western countries, the interweb and social media it becomes increasingly easier for an Eastern Fujoshi/Fudanshi/Fujin (Bl lover girl/boy/enby) to find themselves in say the UK, which has areas that breathe queerness and queer history and for a Western Queer to find themselves in say Japan where they can easily buy a manga about “queers” in happy relationship or, somewhere in South Korea, can easily see two very attractive boys/girls from a random kpop band openly kiss.

And then, in the midst of this “cultural” exchange, and awakening, something happens.

The Eastern Fujoshi/Fudanshi/Fujin realise that there are actual real queer people in the world sounds stupid, but believe me, it is not. That queer people are not just characters in a book, or anime, and that in fact there really are people in the world who are for example of the same sex and truly wanna be together and, if gay, for example, can also be both very masculine and still want to be together. At the same time the Western Queer realise that they actually can be happy, and that they deserves a happy ending, because some of this BLs aren’t half as bad and they sometimes make valid points and then you find out that actual queer people are now also writing BLs so things start to make some sense. 

As I mentioned, society was also changing, Queer people in the West started gaining a few rights, such as being able to get married in America and some European countries, and as a consequence, in the following decade, we now have series and movies that have Queer protagonist, with happy endings to boot! In the East, things are either not moving at all or moving a bit differently, or kinda slowly, but still it is movement. Within the countries that are moving differently, talking about Queerness is still heavy but has finally become something that they “don’t mind” just talking about and the gay neighbour is actually seen as the gay neighbour, whether they will talk to them is debatable, but at least they are recognised as such and not absurdly explained away or their existence ignored.

Now back to geography. The reason why I mentioned those 5 countries (China, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan and Thailand) is because at some point in the 2010s they were the main producers, and consumers, of BL within the Asian continent, and yes, while still being hella homophobic and, but let’s be real for a second, queer people have been around since the beginning of time, so even though BL was made and intended for women, our Queer Eastern Siblings would find a way to secretly also consume BL, being the closest thing to reading about a queer relationship, so added to the westerner consumption as well, it is no surprise that these 5 countries suddenly had a boom, despite having been being homophobic. 

Hence, it can be said that these 5 countries were on the same wavelength in the early 2010s, but what about now? With the considerable change in behaviour and thought with regards to Queer people in these countries in the early 2020s where do these 5 countries stand with regards to their Queer people and politics? Well, China has now banned BLs entirely, and I will not delve into their further lack of queer rights. Taiwan and Thailand have legalised Queer marriage. Then there is Japan which is making progress towards trying to legalise Queer marriage with to my greatest joy a successful ruling that happened this year in March related to same-sex unions … so, what about South Korea?

Well … SK is so close 🥹 … Yet so far 😫

It’s like they are taking 4 steps forward and 3 steps backwards, constantly. They are well far from China-levels which is a fucking relief I tell you! but they are dragging their feet to be at Japan-levels (and Japan is very close to Thailand and Taiwan Queer status currently). Yet, it is not as negative as it seems, or as some people try to portray it. You look around social media and they depict SK as if it were China. SK is currently facing a situation where it notices that things are changing and change is scary y’all. Resistance is the usual reaction to change, and the older generations, mainly those led by the Christian groups are not really where is at. SK’s youth and older liberal generations hold the answer to the Queer Korea questions.

So what exactly makes SK look hopeful? Well, time to get back to some History again 😘

The first Queer organisation in SK was formed in 1993 by 3 gay men and 3 lesbian women. The following year the 6 separated into 2 groups and formed the first gay organisation and the first lesbian one respectively. In 1997 we have the first demonstration for gay and lesbian rights, which then lead into 2000, the year of the first Pride Parade, which is one of the events of the very first Seol Queer Culture Festival Daegu Queer Culture Festival will be created in 2009, do keep this in mind … but another major event happened in the year 2000.

Y’all know that saying X walked so that Y could run? Well Hong Seok Cheon was basically forced to walk so that Queer Korean could learn how to properly train to run.

Though Seok-cheon is presently back to being somewhat popular again, his coming out was pretty traumatic. His career as comedian/actor started in 1994 and he was quite popular which landed him a good number of acting roles, and a lot of placements in comedy shows, as well as a kids show. In 2000 he was asked about his sexuality and he had no qualms in replying that he was gay. The show editors decided to cut out that part but a journalist gotta love them 🙃 got a hold of the footage and forced him to “elaborate”. Upon confirming, Seok-cheon lost all his jobs and was shunned verbally abused, discrimination and the lot, oh yes … by his own country. 

Not surprisingly, given that nobody in his own country wanted to interact with him, he at first thought of moving to the US to start afresh, but then decided against it. Seok-cheon decided to stay and prove to everyone in his country that he could make it and be successful again. And that he did. In 2002 he opened the first of what now is a high end chain of 9 restaurants in Itaewon. 2004 he joined the Democratic Labor Party and was selected by Time magazine as the Asian Hero of that year and in the following years Seok-cheon will keep racking up achievements  🎶🎵Did you see my bag? Did you see my bag? 🎶🎵 Namean?! (I’m not gonna list them all but you should definitely look him up and learn a bit about him, if you are interested).

But how does that connect to today? In 2008 he started his own talk show Coming Out and though there was a bit of resistance at the beginning as expected, the youth came in force and he started gaining audiences and boom! He was back on TV and slowly he’d get also a few cameos on prominent media, such as the Netflix drama Itaewon Class. Now let’s leave the lime-light for a second and let's look at the military 😬. It is vitally important that people understand that being gay is not illegal in any of the 5 countries we’ve been talking about yes, even China, but the public opinion and beliefs of each country greatly influence how their queer communities are thought of and treated.

Now, SK Military has become pretty infamous within the queer community for conducting witch-hunts in order to find out and humiliate gay soldiers, so much so that organisations such as Amnesty eventually had to step in. That being said, let's be real real real for a second. Though it is appalling what they have done to the queer soldiers, the SK military was also very famous for hazing, assaulting, causing cadets regardless of sexuality to want to unalive themselves and what more. All of the aforementioned, which put SK’s military on the map in a not so positive light globally, added to the increase in suicides, made the government address the situation, and they eventually came up with solutions such as the buddy system, which was first implemented in 2003. But, back to the gays. The most popular witch-hunt happened in 2017 where two soldiers amongst others were outed, but these particular two were found guilty of having sex off-base, during off hours.

In 2022 this conviction was overturned, the soldiers were no longer guilty and it is now no longer illegal, for queer soldiers, to have sex off-base during off-hours. You know what else happened in 2022? SK aired their first Queer reality shows, one being To Me(a)rry Queer and and the other being His Man. In 2023, His Man 2 will give us our first successful real-life queer couple, who are our beloved couple Junseong and Seongho (together known as Junseongho). They are the first queer couple to ever appear on Dazed magazine and we are all familiar with Dazed, it is not the front page like our boys get, but we all know how big of a deal this is, right?

You know what else happened in 2023? Remember that Daegu Queer Culture Festival I was talking about? The Mayor of Daegu (big Christian sympathiser) tried to stop this festival which includes the Parade and many other events, even though the Court ruled it was okay for the Festival to be carried out. The Mayor gathered other supporters and pulled up to the group, but the Daegu Police protected the Festival and removed the mayor and his “friends” from the premises. This was big and made news worldwide. 

In fact, Daegu’s Queer Culture Festival is the second largest one in the country, after Seoul’s. This is mainly possible because the Local Authorities (such as the police) are quite independent in belief from their present Mayor and the Christian factions. In contrast, for example, Busan’s Queer Culture Festival had a two year run but was then cancelled in 2019. Unfortunately, in Busan, The Mayor, the Local Authorities and the Christian factions are buddy-buddies making it much harder to get protection and permissions, aaaaaand things like that, kids, is why it is super important to vote for your local administration as well.

Even though these are all very important stepping stones, SK is nowhere close to being the UK, obviously. The LGBTQ community still has to get all their core rights being legalised, and queer people can still be subject to random ass attacks, such as the singer Holland had in 2022, which, by the way, also still occasionally does happen in the UK and everywhere else in the Queer World. Which is a general minority reality I’m afraid.

Furthermore, it is still illegal to have sex on base, which the country maintains that they are upholding because they are trying to prevent possible sexual assaults not too mad about this tbh, which is a valid concern, but most importantly they now know that the world is watching and why is that important? Because, for example, even though they are now separated, one of the boys from the Me(a)rry Queer couples enlisted around the same time with JK & JM and from his posts and photo-booth pictures that other soldiers posted of him, he seems to be making friends and to be comfy as comfy as you can get while serving, kinda like Joonie and most likely JM & JK

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Not quite the attitude of someone fearing a witch-hunt, right? But then again, there isn’t much to hunt when you are already out, it is afterall illegal to hunt people and the world is now aware; is there? …

Now back to the general people of SK. According to a survey conducted in 2023 last year, 56% of South Koreans still oppose same-sex marriage (in comparison with only 26% of Japanese). 56% is not bad but then 72% don’t want queer people in their neighbourhoods and  workplace, though 81% think that it is not right to terminate people because of their sexual orientation 4 steps ➡️3 steps ⬅️… … … Basically it’s okay to be queer here as in SK, but not here-here, perhaps over there like a queer only neighbourhood or something which at the moment is the Itaewon district. 

So yes, 2024 Queer SK is still struggling though they are not going to be overtly nasty about it, because the world is watching. I mean, don’t get me wrong, progress is progress and we love to see that, it is actually amazing, but there still needs to be a general environment where LGBTQ rights in SK need to be recognised and for queer Koreans to not be discriminated against in their social/work/family life. It is also great that Queer media is trying to transition more and more from only BL to actual Queer Drama, for example I am really looking forward to watching Love In The Big City which btw also stars Kim Go Eun.

There is still work to be done, but I think Jung Cueri, a lesbian woman who helps with the Seoul Queer Culture Festival, says it best (here is the full article https://www.dw.com/en/why-are-south-koreans-less-welcoming-of-lgbtq-neighbors/a-68698268 ):

“I think the attitudes of younger generations of Koreans are getting better," she said, pointing out that young LGBTQ+ individuals "tend to come out sooner to their families, in their workplaces and schools than my generation because they are more aware of their sexuality through social media and exposure to various discussions that are more tolerant of LGBTQ+ people." And the cultural festival can help to be a catalyst to change further, she believes. "It will get better," she said. "And that is why the organizers and everyone else involved in the festival are working so hard; they know that Korean society will get better, and they want to contribute to that.

From where I stand it seems Hopeful, Queerful, if you may.

So, Fighting!, Queer South Korea!

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo. 

[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.