#madison hate club

[obsxssedwithstuff]

HOW IS IT that everyone will give Madison a second, even a third chance,

But she won’t give Troy one?

HOW IS IT that both Nick AND TRACY go back to her after what she does?

HOW IS IT that Madison forgives CHARLIE, THE KILLER of her favorite child

But not Troy?

HOW IS IT that when Troy tries to make up with Madison, she kills him… TWICE

I am fuming.

#nick clark #trick #fear the walking dead #troy otto #nick and troy #shitpost #ftwd #tracy otto #madison clark #that bitch #i hate her #madison hate club #still bitter abt troys death #fuming #mad asf #i dislike charlie #rant

[barbiiecams]

need to know

drew starkey x reader, smut!, reader is younger and also JD’s little sister, she’s also tipsy but not drunk, kinda trash but hear me outtt 😭! & absolutely no hate to odessa i just needed a plot lolz, *not proof read*

when you walked into the house party, the first person you were looking for was drew.

your brother, JD, was very close to him, so it made your life even better. if they hung out, you were hanging out too. and they were going to a party, you begged your brother to take you. even though you were an adult, some clubs (and some hosts of the parties) would only let a certain age in.

but now you had just turned 21, past the point of just being legal.

and now you just had to have your crush of basically 4 years.

when JD first got casted, you were so excited for him. you really did look up to your brother and admired him. because of the distance, he’d facetime you and tell you about all of the fun things he did, his fun scenes and etc.

it seemed genuinely fun, so when he asked you to meet the cast while they filmed season 2, there’s no way you would’ve turned that down.

he flew you out, helped you sort of “move in” to where he was staying at, and had you help him practice all of his lines. stepping onto the set was really nice, and so were all of the people.

everyone was so welcoming. the girls became your new besties and the boys saw you as their own baby sister as well.

but when it came to drew, being seen as a baby sister was something that almost… deflated you.

—

“and this is drew,” JD says as he finishes introducing you to the actors scattered all over the place.

when you locked eyes on him, you just felt your panties being soaked.

“nice to meet you,” drew smiles. blue eyes covered by his hair looking into yours and a hand sticking out. “what’s your name?”

you shook his hand, “y/n.” he nods at this before being called by one of the producers.

your shocked state might’ve been obvious, because your brother had to nudge you in the shoulder to get your attention back.

“you just turned 18, he’s 26 turning 27. don’t even think about it.” he gives you a stern look.

“think about what?” you feigned innocence. “you’re a weirdo.”

JD rolls his eyes, “yeah yeah whatever. come help me practice.”

you followed your brother over to wear his character chair was, but you couldn’t seem to get drew out of your head.

—

and now here you were. fast forward three years later and you were making the move. you just hoped he was actually interested and you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.

“don’t drink too much,” JD raised his voice over the music, “i wanna get wasted too.”

you rolled your eyes at him as he walked away and made it to the group of boys. you’re glad you actually watched him walk, seeing drew right there laughing and drinking.

as if he couldn’t get any more sexier, his hair was buzzed. usually, you weren’t attracted to the buzz cut. only some people could truly pull it off.

but it was drew, he could pull anything off. and when you saw him, you thought your legs were about to give out on you.

you had to really pull yourself out of thought. madelyn had spotted you and embraced you in a hug.

“hey girl! you’re finally of age!” she teased.

“i know,” you giggle. “where the drinks at?”

she laughs at you then brings you to a table where the rest of the girls are. they’re cheering, hugging you, and happy to finally see you and actually party, no rules pushed onto you.

“what’s gonna be your first drink?” laci asks with a smile.

“i want the hardest shit available.” you said, half joking yet half serious.

now all of you guys are really laughing. “getting bold i see.” madison jokes.

but that’s exactly what you get served. a gin and juice given to you all pretty and colorful, but when you took a sip, your face immediately scrunched up.

madelyn giggles, “drink it!”

“i didn’t know it was that strong!” you defend.

they’re laughing at your face while also trying to down their own hard liquor. you’re having such a good time, the headache you’ll have tomorrow morning is least of your worries.

you guys are all drinking and dancing, the time passing being the least of your worries. you’re on your second drink, and third shot of the night, and that’s when you realize you still haven’t said hi to any of the boys.

“i’m gonna go say hi to everyone else,” you tell the girls as you guys are settling back down from dancing. they all nod and watch you walk to the other side of the room, where austin is now chugging a beer while the rest of them yell “chug, chug, chug!”

as you’re walking over there, you seem to notice a girl with curly hair, standing next to drew.

‘interesting.’ you thought.

austin finishes and they’re all yelling for him. he turns around to your face and smiles. “baby sis!” he yells.

everyone turns to see you, and the screaming is now directed towards you. you were definitely walking out of here with a headache and hearing loss.

you gave them all individual hugs, saving the best one for last. (drew of course.)

“how are you?” chase gives you a pat on the back.

“more than good, i can see you are too.” you chuckle as you point out the spilled drink in his shirt.

he lets out a drunken huff, “yea blame your brother for that one.”

JD raises his head from a plate of wings he’s devouring. “you were in the way!”

you realize you’re still hugging drew, and he’s still got his arms around your shoulders. the thought ran through your mind that you looked like a little fangirl, but you didn’t care. hopefully when the night was over, you’d be doing more than just holding onto him.

he lets go of you, and you internally sigh. “you’ve been drinking?” he asks.

you nod, “not enough tho.”

he laughs at your response then turns to the girl you saw earlier, “odessa, this is y/n.”

odessa.

“nice to meet you!” she waves. she’s pretty, but what was she doing around drew?

you didn’t have the guts to ask, and it would be a weird look if you did, so you left it alone and just mimicked her smile and wave.

“alright i just came to say hi, ill talk to you guys in a few!” you said, wanting to get away from them in a heartbeat as long as she was still around.

you walked away from them while they all were saying ‘see you in a few.’ getting back to the table with the girls, you immediately had to ask them.

“whos that girl with drew?” you said as you sipped your almost empty glass.

“odessa?” madelyn starts, “that’s his friend. they shot a movie together and have been close ever since. they look like a couple tho, right?” she says as she downs a piece of pizza.

hearing that made you feel good yet bad at the same time. they were only friends, yet people seemed to peep at the fact that they looked like more than just friends.

and you weren’t having any of that.

not wanting to speak any more of it, you just let out a ‘hm’ which seemed to go unnoticed.

“how come?” madison asks.

“no reason,” you lie. “they just looked really close.”

—

over the next two hours, you went from drinking, dancing, eating, then repeating then same process. it started to catch up with you, but that wasn’t stopping you. surprisingly, you weren’t that much of a lightweight.

walking and sort of tripping in between people over to the counter with drinks, drew’s there by himself filling up his glass. you weren’t sure were that girl odessa was, but you most certainly didn’t care to find out.

as you slightly stumble, he holds your arm as you get closer so you wouldn’t have to struggle.

“somebody’s having fun,” he laughs.

“i am, i’m not drunk just yet tho dont worry.” you giggle. you started to think your legs were actually giving out on you to the sight of him, and his hand on your arm wasn’t helping your case.

“take it easy,” he says, “JD isn’t the most sober either.”

he motioned his head over to where he was. you turned your head to see your brother doing a line of shots with everyone surrounding him, cheering and yelling some more.

“of course,” you mutter.

drew chuckles, “i got you, don’t worry.”

your stomach was doing flips at this point. his words affected you, even if they weren’t meant to be flirtatious. that’s how bad this attraction was.

it’s silent between the two of you for a second, until you decide it’s time to speak up. ‘now or never’ you thought.

“can i ask you something?” you turned back to him. he replies with a quick ‘sure’ as he put his phone down.

“are you and odessa together or something?” you blurted. maybe you should’ve reworded the statement, but the drinks had gotten your boldness up.

he seemed taken aback, “no, not at all. why?”

you didn’t have a lie for this one, “just wondering.”

he wasn’t moving on from that quickly at all. “i can tell that’s not full truth.”

that little thought came back into your head again. ‘now or never.’

“it’s just… i feel like i want you to see me more than just as a little sis.” you said. when you said this, you didn’t feel bad either. you’ve been wanting him for a good 3 years now, and you’d be damned if you let someone else get him before you did.

he’s not speaking for a good moment which makes you worried, then he finally says something.

“you’re gorgeous y/n, you know that?” he starts. you nod, but you were kind of freaking out at the same time, not really knowing where he would take it from here.

“but i’d think it be wrong if i saw you as anything else other than a little sister. you’re a lot younger, and literally the little sister of a close friend. i just don’t think it would work.” he explains.

fuck no. you were not giving up that easily.

you started to stand a little closer to him. “i’m 21! that’s enough past 18 if i can legally drink. and who cares about JD?”

“i know, i know. but JD most definitely wouldn’t like seeing his sister with his best friend.” drew tries to reason.

“i don’t care,” you drag out the word. “i’ve been crushing on you since i met you. i waited so long to finally tell you.”

you can see the light red start to form at his cheeks and the smirk come to his lips, “i’m flattered, really. but i’d rather not get my ass beat by your big brother.”

“please?” now you were really getting close by wrapping your arms around his neck. “it can be our little secret. no one has to find out. but i just need to know.”

drew’s starting to cave. he rests his hands on the sides of your hip. “need to know what?”

the smirk is starting to become more evident, and his voice starts to drop.

“how you feel, how you taste. i want you so bad.”

“you’re gonna get me in trouble, y’know.”

you don’t notice up until now how close your faces are. he lets out a sigh that sounds like he’s not going to let is guard down, but little do you know he’s been wanting to take you there just as long as you’ve wanted it.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to bend you over the minute we shook hands.” he said seductively.

“then do it now.” you tell him.

something you’ve been waiting on forever, he gives you a short kiss on the lips. he pulls back quick and make sure no one’s watching, but everyone is too busy drinking and dancing currently.

he rubs his hands up and down on your sides. “let’s go upstairs.”

it’s like a weight lifted off your shoulders. all these years of plotting finally paid off. you were so ready to give him whatever he wanted and have him take you however he pleased.

he held your hand as the two of you walked upstairs, getting to the most closest and available room, he opened the door for you and walked in behind you, locking the door.

he wasted no time either. as soon as the two of you were closed off, he started kissing you deep. forcing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing, and his hands working to get your pants off.

you definitely weren’t trying to waste a moment either. your hands immediately went under his shirt to feel his abs, and to take it off.

his hands worked fast. he got your pants off after pushing you down to the bed, and now your top was gone as he started to feel you through your bra. you were still trying to get his belt off.

he’s groaning into your mouth and it’s the hottest thing you could possible experience. “shit, i need to taste you. let me taste it baby.”

as he’s working to get your bra off, you finally managed taking off his belt and unzipping his jeans. he took down his own pants, then went straight to dipping his head down there and took of your panties, quite literally discarding them. he pushes your legs open and gets to work.

he opened your folds with his hands then put his tongue on you, which had you moaning in seconds.

drew knew exactly what to do with his tongue. you were already so worked up on him, and now he was eating you out like it was the first meal he’s ever had.

he brought a thumb up to your clit. “like fuckin candy, mama. so sweet.”

“drew!” you practically screamed out.

he moans against your clit, which really does it for you. “be as loud as you want, baby, nobody can hear us.”

and that’s exactly what you do. you don’t hold back your moans for a second.

he puts a finger in you and starts moving it quick, curling it while still using his tongue. he was a fuckin pro.

the release was coming quick, but he stops. he hears the sound of disappointment and sees it on your face.

he pulls down his boxers, “it’s okay. gonna make you cum around me as many times as this pussy can.”

that’s all he has to say for you to practically push yourself even closer to him.

and he was real big. you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. but right now, you had to have him in every way. you’ve craved him for too long and you didn’t care if it hurt.

he lines up with your entrance and rubs the tip along it. “you ready?”

“give it to me.” you say. he takes this as his cue to push his length inside you.

both of you let out a sigh when he goes in. he makes sure you feel every inch of him, moving in slowly then bottoming out completely.

“you feel too good, princess.” he groans. all you can do is whimper at how full you felt with him inside.

after a few moments of letting the feeling sink in, he starts moving. your breathing starts to heavy, and it feels like you’re on cloud nine.

“mhm, that’s right. feel me baby.” he says as the pace speeds up. he throws his head back and his hands squeeze your hips, holding you down and making sure you take it all.

he then plants a leg on the bed, fixing his position so he can hit it even deeper. you can’t even form words at this point. it’s just all moans and “ah ah ah” sounds.

you can feel him all the way in your guts. he’s in there so deep, going completely ham on your tight hole. it was so much that you reached your arms out to try and block his hips a bit.

drew wasn’t taking that. “uh uh baby. you wanted this right? you wanted to know. you wanted to be a big girl and take it, so that’s what you’re gonna do.”

“it’s so deep!” you’re able to blabber out. he puts his leg down and leans back on his knees, bringing you to sit up with him. now his hands are supporting your waist as your hands find his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“i know it is baby i feel it,” he says against your mouth. “i knew you’d be a good girl for me tho, shit. taking this cock like a damn pro.”

as he thrusts up into you, he starts grinding your waist into him. this is a whole new feeling that has you really screaming out now.

“you like that, pretty?” he says into your ear.

“so much!” you mewl. he chuckles at the state your in. fucked out and filled with his cock.

“yea i know you do baby.” he says. “you just needed a real man to come and work you huh?”

he lets out a breath before continuing, “yea, you like your men with some experience. don’t you baby?”

you just let out more moans at his words, he knew what he was doing and he was proud.

you felt the orgasm approaching, and he could tell too. “you gonna cum?”

“yes!” you yelp.

“go ahead sweet girl. let me feel this pussy gush around me.”

when he gave you the ok, you let go. you were cumming and crying at the same time, everyone downstairs probably wondering where the two of you went. but did either of you care?

absolutely not!

“that’s it, good job baby. i knew you’d be a good girl f’me.” he says, thrusts slowing down to soak in all of your orgasm.

he laid you back down to get a few more thrusts in. now he’s chasing his own release.

“i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. you want it on your stomach?”

“anywhere,” you respond.

he looked shocked. “oh yea? what if i knock you up? then what are we gonna do?”

“i’m on the pill! promise.” you tell him.

his eyes squeeze shut. he was real close. “okay baby, here it comes.”

you feel the hot liquid squirt inside you and fill you up. you could almost cry again from how good it felt.

when he was done, he stayed inside for a little just to calm down. after that, he pulled out and laid down next to you.

“i’m glad you convinced me, best sex i’ve had in a while.” he’s still catching his breath but smiling.

you giggle, “it’s about time i got my hands on you.”

he laughs as well, holding you close and letting both of your bodies relax. “guess you’re all mine now.”

him saying that made your heart burst. it’s the only words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long. “i guess you’re all mine too.”

he smiles, but then you suddenly remember you’re at a party. “we better go back down before they start a watch party for us.” you said while getting up, trying to find where he even threw your underwear.

“right. we’re getting you a plan b tomorrow too.” he says, and you definitely have to agree.

but finally, that was your man.

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[hwaightme]

Bang bang

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR STAR'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist) (join taglist)

⚫ pairing: gangster/mafia!seonghwa x stripper/afab!reader ⚫ genre: smut, mafia!au, noir, ganster film style, bits of angst ⚫ summary: Bang bang, he shot me down / Bang bang, I hit the ground / Bang bang, that awful sound / Bang bang, my baby shot me down... the words never sounded truer as you hunt for the man who made you fall from grace. ⚫ wordcount: 14.6k ⚫ warnings/tags: barely edited (written in a chaotic flurry), gangsters, murder, guns, blood, attacking, language, strip club, slight objectification, rudeness, bickering and arguing, emotional manipulation, revenge, death [of a side oc], yandere themes, obsessive behaviour, alcohol, money, seonghwa driving expensive cars, betrayal mention... lmk if anything else. ⚫ perma-taglist: @legohwas @doom-fics @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven @cqndiedcherries @uwuheeseungie @hoshischeekss @frankenstein852 @charreddonuts @miriamxsworld @mingigoo @michel-angelhoe @innsomniacshinestar @foxinnie8 ⚫ a/n: HAPPY SEONGHWA DAY!!!! May our brightest star be blessed with everything and more <3 (and never venture into what this fic contains lol); much love and appreciation to nora for going unchained over mafia hwa, and for supporting me through the blackout that was the writing process for this fic. Much love, all reblogs, comments, thoughts welcome~

⚫ nsfw tags: hate sex, car sex, fingering (receiving), sub-leaning reader but a hardcore brat, dom-leaning seonghwa but he enjoys the degradation, degradation (whore, slut, cock slut...), pet names and praises (doll, precious angel, darling, baby, sweetheart), a bit of impact play (slapping), orgasm denial, doggy style, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), blowjob, deepthroating, hair tugging/yanking, manhandling, grinding, spit play, come in mouth/swallowing... whew

⚫ playlist: bang bang (from kill bill) by geek music, showed me (how i fell in love with you) by madison beer, you put a spell on me by austin giorgio, i've got to see you again by norah jones, who do you want by ex habit, woman by emmit fenn, bad drugs by king kavalier, often by the weeknd, chills (dark version) by mickey valen

Bang bang… he shot me down…

You had given up on seeing him again. Searching for him, hellbent on getting the last word. You had been confident that finally, after all this time, your tortured soul could get some rest. That was until your eyes locked with his in a silent duel, that shit-eating grin on his face growing wider as he studied the wounds he had left behind. The invisible scars that were the start of your metamorphosis.

It was not that you had never imagined meeting the fiendish man again – in fact, you swore that it was your only relief: to fantasise about what you would do if you were to physically cross paths somewhere in this forlorn city, and many nights you would wake up in cold sweat after hearing the intoxicating low-toned laughter resonate in your skull. He haunted you and you knew that he was watching your every move like a sadistic predator. As such, the only thing that had driven you out of your madness, the flimsy umbrella that you clung onto amidst your fall from the life you had built and hoped to have, was to wish that one day, you could do the same. And seeing him right there, in front of you, in his tailored suit and jewellery bathed in blood as the spotlights made him look like the devil himself, the notion of hoping returned.

When a strobe light flashed across his faced you saw him lean and whisper something into the ear of one of his goons, evidently excited to having spotted you. After the ever so slightly shorter, but impressively built, undoubtedly a dark-souled man armed to the teeth, surely his bodyguard, nodded a couple of times, and in turn called over one of the waiters to continue the chain only for the latter to shrink and rush off into the backrooms, your nightmare ambled towards the bar. With a quick unbuttoning of his suit jacket, he settled in one of the stools and spun around to face the stage. To face you. Subject you to a mocking scrutiny while you had no choice but to continue dancing.

As he mindlessly took a black card out of his pocket and passed it to the bartender, without sparing a glance behind him, the object pinched between his pointer and middle fingers, you were in your lonesome on the stage, fighting an uphill battle for every coin and paper bill. Spinning in circles like an animal trapped in a cage, clinging to the pole as though it was a thread connecting you to existence itself, even though experience had shown you that in this, you were skilled only in going down. That man who made living seem easy, despite, or perhaps thanks to the darkness from which he was undoubtedly spawned. Your first love, your first heartbreak, your first glimpse into how the world could chew you up and spit you out – life that was a forbidden fruit so beautiful, so tantalising to where through atrocious flavour and agony one would bite through to the rotten centre and willingly lose their senses to keep a piece to themselves.

His eyes tirelessly accompanied your every move as you went through your routine. Grinding against the pole, crawling across the stage as onlookers and perverts – those who you had to call revered guests because they could spend, and spend a lot, ogled you and yelled heinous remarks, you had not felt so humiliated in a long time. The transition to your present career had been a follow up to a series of events that had shut all other doors – you considered yourself lucky that you had even had the chance to catch yourself on these professional branches during your painful descent. And you had to admit, it did pay well. In a couple of months, after you had definitely breached all work hour regulations, you had managed to pay off your fines and numb yourself to your revoked medical licence. Things were looking up, like the heels you wore. Not quite sky-high, but nevertheless, not in the sewers. But now that being sat at the bar, devouring you with his smouldering gaze and using you for cheap amusement, made you feel filthy. With his pristine, clean, supreme ‘I am above you all’ aura, he might as well state that he owned you. Maybe, in a way, he did. Since his ‘company’, or as one would say ‘bunch of organised hoodlums in suits’ behind closed doors, owned this club among many others dotted around the metropolis.

You climbed up, approaching the finale of your performance. Soon you would be able to leave that creature’s gaze and hide in the rank bathrooms until the coast was clear. Even if that meant you had to abandon the bills. Or no, no you would have the time. You had rent to pay, what were you thinking? And you still needed to return the money you borrowed for the funeral, despite you being told that your now ex could be left to rot just fine. The act was more for you anyways – you wanted to prove to yourself that you still knew honour and tradition, regardless of how far you had been swept up by the unforgiving currents of the underworld. So now, to pay for your illusion of honour, you put on a show and flaunted what you had, fuelled by an undercurrent of indescribable disgust.

To the numbing bassline and an addictive beat you went higher and higher, letting the sensuality envelop you once more. If the months that stacked themselves like cash had taught you anything, this passage of time that you had spent nomadic, performing in one club, another, until you ended up in the one where you were now centre stage, it was that professionalism came first. You were surprised to find out just how many of your academic and practical skills had actually been put to good use – well, maybe not things like knowing components of the limbic system but having a steady hand and being able to manoeuvre out of uncomfortable situations in a cool and calculated manner certainly did their wonders. As you performed a high kick hold, and let your toes discreetly push off the ground for more momentum, you were already thinking a couple of steps ahead. The fairy, the floaters transition, you mentally listed and promptly ticked off the items, going from one move to another. It was nothing more than an elaborate ploy to convince those ogling you, some even unceremoniously palming themselves through their trousers, to give you their ‘hard earned cash’. Though, you never wanted to know where exactly that cash came from. It was not your problem, and you were quick enough to realise that it was better to keep your mouth shut and ask less questions. What these men wanted to see was a pretty doll spinning on a pole as if just for them, a fantasy just a couple of steps away from them. Not some amateur interrogator. 

His figure burned into your retinas as you amplified your dramatics, and stole the night for yourself with flair, flipping yourself upside down, only to recover and descend into your final pose. Due to the sweat and the light body highlighter that you had applied to make your features pop, you were an impossibly entrancing vision. A deity of the underworld that just so happened to find it entertaining to grace the local scum with her presence. 

The handsome black-haired man, an enticing, lethal ‘bella donna’ flower continued watching the forbidden apple of his eye. He had finally gotten you within his reach after so many months of playing cat and mouse. You were unbelievably easy to track, never having attempted to hide yourself, but for him to restrain himself for so long and not hunt you down at first opportunity was borderline torturous. Park Seonghwa was never one to wait. If he wanted something, or someone, he got it instantly, handed to him on a platinum platter. But your hatred was like an addictive scent that brought him to an unprecedented high. Each time he had news delivered of you discreetly asking after him at a club, or you trying to frequent an area where he had been spotted, evidently on a mission to do exactly what he was doing to you, it brought Seonghwa an excitement that shook him to the core.

But now that you were here, in his lair, his first club that he had opened, still a junior in the business at the time and coincidentally, still having been in what could be called a relationship with you, he could not resist. His mind had been screaming Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, every hour of the day, and his primal desires grew stronger than ever before. As he inspected the way in which you bent down to take bills from eager hands, coy and purposefully demure so as to attract even more tips, sinful musings clouded him. He could not ignore the curve of your back as you tapped another fowl man’s chin and took what was definitely over his budget right out of his beggarly hands. Seonghwa was tense as he focused on the white dancewear that adorned your body, elegant lace providing a dizzying contrast to the lewd scene as you let another imp paw at your ass as he hooked the waistband of your thong to leave more crisp notes.

The act of a sensational seductress, you practically glided off the stage, the platform heels doing little to diminish your resolve. You were even better than what he could have ever imagined from the stories that his closest allies and bodyguards had relayed to him. And while, San, the man who he had entrusted with observing you particularly closely once news had gotten around that you joined Club Estelle, had expressed your resounding success and renowned desirability on a number of occasions, now that Seonghwa had seen it he was nothing but proud. His masterpiece, his project, his precious little cherub was doing so well. All for him. How could he not grace you with his presence after seeing such a show?

You knew there was no way of escaping the monster, even if you had the ability to turn invisible, so you were not too surprised when you had found the man who had been next to him for the duration of the performance standing in front of you. What you were taken aback by, was how in just a flash, the man’s intimidating aura dissipated to reveal a charming, heart melting smile and twinkling eyes.

“Miss L/N Y/N?” voice equally as sweet, he inquired. Though you had no doubt that his was just airs preceding the request for you to accompany him to his boss.

“Yes. And you are?” remaining amiable, albeit distant, you responded, crossing your arms in a subconsciously protective manner.

“Merely delivering the request for your audience with my chief.”

You motioned for him to accompany you to the back, signalling that you needed to store the cash before any further discussions were made. The sweetheart obliged, and let you take the lead. In your peripherals, you spotted Seonghwa gripping his drink a little too tightly to be indifferent. As questionably possessive as ever, it seemed. Once you and the muscular bodyguard who you discovered was wearing a double holder were behind the curtain that served as a door to a dark corridor, you continued the conversation.

“A request or an order?” 

Absent-mindedly, you checked the quantity of the bills which you had collected - the rest were already waiting for you in the room, courtesy of the waitstaff whom you had actually managed to make something of a deal with: you did not tell anyone about their habit of permanently borrowing beverages from the bar, and they did small errands for you. Maybe this man with cat-like features was in a similar agreement with Seonghwa, though the likelihood of there being blood involved was too high.

“A request that I would definitely advise you to follow.” he insisted, holding open the door to the changing room as you inspected the bucket that had been left for you in the corner, with neatly collected, crisp notes. Your favourite sight as of late.

“If you answer my question.” you threw out while organising the money inside of a sports bag - the storage of your professional life. Once you were done, you shoved the item into your personal locker, sealing it shut and spinning around to face the man again as he beckoned you.

“Kindly, follow me, Miss.”

“Who am I following?” you repeated, desperately curious to know of this man’s identity. Nevertheless, your feet carried you forward, and you yielded to his summons, heading back out into the club.

“Mister Park Seonghwa’s man.”

“Ooh, his man…”

“Right hand man.” he elaborated, making you roll your eyes.

“So no name to pair with such a handsome face?”

The answers were almost automatic. It was not foreign to you to flirt with strangers, since that way you amplified your chances of financial success, but never before did you catch yourself being so passive, even when the intonations were well practised and near identical to what you would normally say. But there was no one, nor nothing, to blame except the hardwired response to the nearing figure of a very specific gangster, on whom your gaze immediately settled as soon as you reached the edge of the prolonged bar counter.

“I believe that Mister Park would not enjoy hearing such words from you.” of course he would not. When did he ever enjoy you complimenting anyone else except him? San steeled himself as he lowered his head, while you let the fingers of your right hand flitter over the counter as you sauntered over to the man who could not even be bothered to approach you himself, despite having evaporated from your life for an unbearable collection of months.

“Then he would not have sent you to fetch me. He should know that I appreciate beauty-” you were testing your luck, uttering the words when within the gangster’s earshot. Thankfully for San, he chose to take the matter into his own hands and, setting aside the glass of cognac with a delicate push, addressed his bodyguard.

“Sannie, is Y/N giving you a tough time?”

Your name sounded precious, meaningful when he said it. Like it had a genuine purpose in this mortal realm. A melodic uttering of simple sounds that drowned out the pulsing beat that zombified the visitors of Club Estelle. Whether that music was on or not made no difference to you - either way, you would only hear Seonghwa. His voice was like a rumbling of an oncoming thunderstorm amidst a nighttime quiet. The rolling growls of heaven’s rage as steel grey clouds stalked across the sky, wrapping the defenceless earth in a catastrophic promise. With nothing but a foggy trepidation in your chest, you slid onto the seat that was to your nightmare’s right, turning to have your back to the bar and rest your elbows behind you on the elevated table. 

“Uh, not at all, sir.” San’s shift in mien was comical. In a flash, he had stepped down from the pedestal of a man who made the demands, to a servant who you struggled to imagine acting a step out of the lines that his boss had drawn out for him. You raised an eyebrow, giving the guard a onceover.

“Sannie?”

“Yes, darling. San. Like a mountain. Isn’t it cute?” Seonghwa interjected again, not letting the man who you were addressing as much as regard you. Apparently, being under his command also meant that you were instantly off limits. How dull.

“Interesting word choice…”

“He is a cutie, though, aren’t you, Sannie?” smirk gracing his lips, Seonghwa teased the cutie, who, judging by the sheer broadness of his shoulders, could probably snap a person in half with his bare hands. Not that the person would complain since the last thing they would see would be that pretty face… but that was besides the point. No one in the mafia was soft and fluffy. And if there had ever been, they had not survived long enough to establish themselves as the sole representative in history. 

“No comment.” 

“See? How fucking adorable,” with an icy tone, Seonghwa concluded. “Now, could you give us some time to speak tête-à-tête?”

“Of course.”

As rapidly as his appearance had been, so was his departure into the lingering crowd. A newbie - even more new to the business than you, was beginning her performance, and had caught the attention of a couple of the regular patrons, and the lewd chatter had picked up considerably. It was apparent, however, that it was not enough to capture the interest of the man in front of you, who shifted his seating to face in your direction, and officially broke open the door into your life once again. Not because you had been tirelessly searching for him. But because he found it beneficial for himself to make himself known to you.

“Greetings and salutations, Y/N, it’s been a while. We have much to catch up on, don’t you think?” you blinked slowly, suppressing a rude scoff. People were still watching you, that much you were aware of. Those were the perks, or the faults with wearing stripper dancewear. You were the fixation of lustful eyes, the cool glass of water that was just out of reach for the hoards of parched scum.

“I have nothing to say to you, Seonghwa.”

“Ah how I missed you saying my name.”

“And I’d rather you keep mine out of your mouth.” a total lie, had you considered your instincts and how your legs had instinctively tilted closer to the brunette, but you were not about to throw away months of fantasising the man’s demise at the first interaction. You had at least some restraint left.

“Only if you can silence me. I know a couple of ways.” he winked, but you pretended not to catch it as you stared down at his hand that was lying on the counter, studying the ornate decal on the fingerless leather glove.

Taking notice of your preoccupation, he tapped his fingers on the surface, making the silver studs that ran down each digit and surrounded the opening on the back of the hand shine in the glimmering lights. You counted the holes that revealed his knuckles, for no reason other than to try shifting focus. You were not opposed to this kind of interaction. Gestures. Hints. Symbols. It was a horrifying craving that started in the abyss that Seonghwa had left in your tarnished soul, an affliction caused and amplified even by the most mundane details. You could feel those same fingers wrapping themselves around your neck, tracing your jawline, making a ghostly descent down your body. A shiver ran down your spine as you tore yourself away from the sight that had turned into a sinful recollection, forcing out a jarring taunt to convince yourself that there were no undertones to Seonghwa’s phrase.

“With a gun?”

He was not buying it. His precious flower, barely dressed and yet graceful to the extent of rivalling divinity, squirming from his mere presence. This was what he had been searching for, all this time that he had denied you contact. You had been a bad girl. Running, thinking you were pure and angelic. He did not want you that way, so he took his time winding you up, making your world collapse so that you would be ready to take the real him. Not the foolish goon that he had been before. You had been so sweet, doting on him and showing him off to your friends. But what he yearned for was the animalistic antagonisation of his very being. The fire in your heart that drove you to a vengeful insanity. Seonghwa’s tongue pushed at the corner of his mouth before running over his bottom lip, disappearing to give way to a smug grin as he noticed your eyes dart to the action. He comprehended your capabilities properly. More than any of those quacks who you had looked up to ever could. Your demons were loud, and yet you had gone to great lengths to suppress them, even when you were the most beautiful like this. The mortal embodiment of Discordia. Truly, the one deity he would worship. The only one who he would continue sacrificing for.

“Ah, that reminds me. Heard about your boyfriend, such a shame really. He was so young…” he pondered out loud, not a single bit apologetic.

“That’s rich coming from the man who put a bullet between his eyes.” you hissed, crossing your arms as a man walked past and openly gawked at your breasts. 

Though that quickly resulted in a not so subtle threat, with Seonghwa leaning back to adjust his jacket, only to reveal the grip of a menacing handgun, tucked away into a leather holster. The visitor, who had purposely slowed his pace, bolted from the spot, giving the gangster one final look before rushing to the other side of the club. As if looking for your praise, or approval, Seonghwa hid the gun from sight once again and gazed at you, softer and more affectionate than before, his eyes transforming to take on more of a doe shape and inducing an uncomfortable pain. When you did not satisfy him, he clicked his tongue and ran his hands over his hair, shorter at the sides and revealing a buzzcut design that had begun to fade with growth. The new style suited him, you decided. Almost too well. It was frustrating.

“Ah, ah, no. Not me. My hands are clean, sweetheart.” he raised them, a hilarious attempt at trying to prove his innocence which you chose to ignore. No matter how obsessively he washed his acts away, blood was more than a rusty red liquid. It was a curse that stained the skin of those who wished to draw it with an eternal permanence, passing from generation to generation until the Earth was saturated with the hue. Ignoring the blatant bullshit, you mused the fate of the man who you had used to fill the void.

“What the fuck did he even do to you guys?”

“Oh you know how it is. Got a taste of success, got a little too greedy… and kaput. Didn’t keep a clean inventory and clean percentages, you see. And I don’t like when things aren’t clean.” you did not have to be brought into the matter any further than that. You certainly did not need to be let in on the fact that your ex was actually one of the best dealers in his district. He was just a little too close to you for Seonghwa’s comfort.

“Sure you don’t. You said the word, what, four times already? That’s why you even launder your money…” you muttered, not noticing how Seonghwa’s elbow slid closer to you until his hand began to play with a lock of your hair.

“Ah, so attentive, counting what I say…” twirling it around his finger, he observed how the myriad of colour from the club’s lights managed to change its shine, and let it fall back into an alluring cascade, “... and not only that, we also do pest control. The last thing we need is lowly vermin poisoning our supply chains and ruining user experience for our end clients, right?”

“I still don’t-”

“Funny how you got involved with him. Of all people. A drug dealer.” it was easy to make you shift focus. One mention of your failed career, and you were gone. So, in a dire situation such as this, Seonghwa would be a fool not to use this fact.

“Guess he was the only one there to actually support me in the shitstorm. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Now, now, no need to thank me, darling, when I did nothing-”

“I was blacklisted, Seonghwa. Do you know what that means?” slamming the counter with your hand, you stood up off the stool and glowered. Oh, how adorable it was when you got so riled up. A darkness flashed across his eyes as he imagined you to be a tiny predator, ready to pounce. How endearing.

“I can try to guess, though something tells me you will provide more details.” he egged you on, enthralled by how you tried to hover over him, but still retained his favourite fragility.

“It means my dreams have gone up a rat’s ass. I wanted to be a nurse, Seonghwa. And yet, as soon as I get to work, the next day after helping you and your stupid goons, I get kicked out and sued.” The only downside that he could see was that he would not be able to have his way with you were all professional and in a dainty nurse’s outfit. Though… he would have had to make some adjustments to the scrubs for that. A few rips here and there would not hurt anybody.

“It really was only basic supplies that you permanently borrowed, and for the greater good at that. I still think the hospital over-exaggerated.” you had been more than benevolent. Overlooking status, background and appearance you had dashed to lend a hand. Seonghwa had counted on you to do that so that he could drag you down closer to himself.

“In the eyes of the law, I am a thief who has gotten away with far too light a punishment.”

“And I see a saviour.” a merciful fucktoy who he had initially simply been playing around with, only to discover that you were so pathetically trusting that he could not help but fall in love.

“Poetic.” you responded sarcastically, raising your eyebrows. Seonghwa was bearing witness to the dissolution of your resistance. As much as you wished you could keep the game up, his charming falsities and unforgivable seduction were a delight that you could not withstand. 

“You know one of those ‘stupid goons’ celebrated his wedding anniversary with his wife two months ago? And then the other sent his daughter to primary school not long ago… Like I said, you made a sacrifice that those bureaucratic little shits, hidden away in offices, would never make. You care for people.”

His hands snaked to your hips, and he pulled you closer to him until you were trapped with his legs on either side of you. Even though physically you were the one looking down, every passing second you felt more and more like a lab experiment or a sample under a microscope. He was dissecting you, tearing you apart and rebuilding you once again so that you would be just right. Just for him. His favourite doll.

“Seems I care for the wrong people.” you alluded to the man in front of you, a shallow, staggered breath escaping you as he gripped a little tighter.

“Do you regret it?” his eyes. Two dark pools which housed your tailored terror, but had to be so lovable. The devil always took on the most beautiful form.

Your silence told him everything he needed to hear. You could have pushed him away, slapped him across the cheek. Hell, you could have told San to get lost - though in that case you would have probably been disposed of and continued your existence as an addition to a faraway landfill. But that was besides the point. Because you were not indifferent. And the boundary between love and hatred was nearly invisible.

“So happy to have you here. At last.” just as he was about to bring you into an embrace, drunk from the elation of your first meeting in what had to have been an eternity, you pressed down on his shoulders, narrowly avoiding the stark white collar of his shirt that was laid over his jacket, and pushed away, hostility written over your features.

“That’s why I bet you are proud of having sold me out.”

“Who said that?” confused, Seonghwa inquired.

“I just know it.”

“And I am asking, who told you that I sold you out?” stuck in what could only be equated to a tug of war, the two of you were challenging each other to ‘try their worst’.

“My e-”

“The druggie. Right. Of course he did. I bet he told you a lot of things.”

“Like how you used me…”

“Uh-huh,” his hands glided up your body until he stood up, and your arms were limp at your sides once more.

“Corrupted me…”

“My love, you’re still an angel,” he cupped your chin and gazed deep into your eyes, noting that it was as if you were reciting something that you had practised time and time again in front of a mirror until it made no more sense to you than white noise.

“Then betrayed me…”

“Something I would not do under any circumstance. You know what family honour is.” Seonghwa did not betray. He acted in ways that benefited him. And if it just so happened to leave others hurt, it was their fault for caring so much.

“Family. What the hell do you know about family?” you were seething. He was burning you. Again, and again, and again. And you were readily giving in every single time.

“Certainly more than you. Oh sweetheart, I know how lonely you have been-” he wanted to comfort you, even if that made him nauseous, but thankfully, you were not in the mood and stepped away, making him let go of you.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I only want to-”

“I said. Don’t. Seonghwa. Look. I- I hate you. Okay?” music to his ears. How you desperately tried to get away from him and from your own feelings. Scared little pet.

“Are you trying to convince yourself?” the phrase echoed within you as you took another step backwards, realising too late that you had let him wrap himself around you like a hungry python. You needed out. This was it. Final. You needed some air. Or better, to return home, climb into bed, and pretend this never happened. Future you could handle this problem, present you was irrational, risk-seeking and a harm to the self.

“N-no. I. I need to go.”

“You know you can’t.” Seonghwa whispered out loud as he watched your determined departure, right up until you were behind that heavy velvet curtain. 

He picked up his glass and studied the clear, russet contents, and let the liquid slosh around to take in the aroma. With a quick sip, he was back to his usual self, and the smile that was on his face was instantly erased. Bored, the dangerous man leaned against the counter with the weight of his body, imitating your earlier posture and commanded:

“San, I know you’re lurking, come here.” Indeed, in a matter of seconds, his bodyguard appeared from behind one of the pillars that was located closer to the kitchen.

“Yes, sir?”

“You see that man over there?” raising his glass, Seonghwa pointed in the direction of one of the very dedicated hounds who was by the stage. He had been particularly involved in your act, and from the moment Seonghwa had first noticed him, to the very last moment that you were up there, the tipsy man had probably dropped at least a couple thousand dollars’ worth of cash. He was the perfect candidate for the gangster’s plan.

“The one in the green hoodie?”

“Yes, that sleazy bastard. How about we cast him as the bad guy, huh? Payment upfront.” San nodded. The method was simple, and had shown tremendous success in the past. He hummed in agreement, waiting for Seonghwa to add his usual:

“Temporarily, of course. All in good fun.”

“Understood. What should I lay over?”

“That a certain Y/N is particularly ravishing after her performances, and will be at the back exit in about twenty minutes.”

Bang bang, I hit the ground…

Maybe what that gangster had said was true, and that you were too good for the ‘overworld’. It was an attractive thought. Perhaps after the doors to the medical field and consequently a wide range of other careers you had considered had been shut, due to your newfound, albeit light, but nevertheless a serious enough criminal record, you ended up simply tapping into your true nature as a creature of the underworld. While out there, you had always been average, here you were a saviour. A goddess. A queen. Maybe you indeed were celebrated and had gifts thrown at your feet exactly because you deserved nothing less. The chasm that was the dark side of the corrupt city might be your true home, and you had simply been in denial, running away from it. 

How easy it was to fall back into your patterns. As you sank into Seonghwa’s eyes, you recollected your time with him. The attentiveness that he had shown you. The way in which he would patiently listen to you explain obscure medical terminology, convincing you that, to him and him alone, it was interesting. You had felt blessed then. And that was exactly why you wanted to erase him. As you strutted down the corridor that ran behind the main hall of the club, leading you to the back rooms that were for staff and artists only, you shook your head. Wishful that this would help you get rid of the reminiscing of the last ‘easy’ time of your life. Before you revealed to yourself that you would commit a crime in the name of love. Even when that love was merely an illusion. Confused by your own feelings, still seeing a glowing red target over Seonghwa’s evil heart while making out golden glimmers on its surface, you stormed into the changing room and let out a sigh of relief as you saw it completely empty. You could meditate on your frightening conversation with the devil himself.

There was something therapeutic about the wind down from your performances, if you were to forget about the side eyes you were being thrown after having been caught talking to the owner of the establishment, and according to some of the whispers, a very desired man. How they could overlook the fact that he was more cold blooded than a snake when it came to satisfying their need for a happy and tranquil life amazed you. With the thumping of the music feeling so far away that you were practically enveloped in a sea of cotton, and the lights emitting a more familiar fluorescence, like a late night grocery store rather than the strobes, sickly colour selections and kaleidoscopic reflections, the changing room was a sort of safe space. You were trying to stuff the bills that you had collected, and the chunky stripper heels into a nondescript sports bag, after having covered yourself up with something more appropriate for a ‘so late it could be considered early’ trek back home.

You needed time to yourself before you were going to black out and make some foolish decisions concerning that conniving man. It was a curse, without a doubt. Not dissimilar to the very drugs you had smuggled, he was hard to quit. And you hated him for it. At least this was what you had been openly declaring, and were not going to give up on. If anything, this was your new habit. Imagining revenge on Park Seonghwa. You were going to get it. Eventually. You still had some hope left in you, even though your feet were currently struggling to hold you up, even in your sneakers, a hint of a fire in your chest as your memories of the man were refreshed. Did he have to look more handsome than before? More refined? More demonic?

When you had met him during a night out with your friends at a bar in the classier side of town, Seonghwa had introduced himself as an ‘intern’, which you now understood as one of the lower ranking goons who did the dirty work. Now, he was all white shirt and spotless sleeves, smooth skin and perfectly manicured hands, only a breath away from being a model rather than a hardened and ruthless criminal. Perhaps it was this contrast that had resulted in the man having cemented the nickname ‘Mars’ for himself, as you had found out from a few tipsy insiders who would do anything for a private show. The god of war, destruction, bloodshed, all in the name of an interpretation of peace and prosperity. The dangerous balance on the tip of a razor, by which you had undoubtedly been slaughtered.

He was a mastermind, a monstrosity in a beautiful guise as he ran, alongside the uppermost echelons of the mafia that effectively had the city, and at this point you would not put it beyond them - the country in a chokehold, the numerous operations that kept the underworld’s heart pumping. An inky fluid, viscous and bitter, one which you had accepted in a pretty glass of so-called love without thinking twice. Seonghwa knew how to make you happy. And the longer that went on, the more of a problem that became. He knew just how to spin thread out of you, how to wrap you again, and again around his finger until you were nothing more than one of the rings that he would occasionally wear to complete his outfits. And in such a hypnotised state, you thought you were doing the right thing when you broke into the place that was housing your professional dreams, and crept to retrieve some of the most sought after medication. Just for him. Oh how he thanked you then. How he had professed his love to you and praised you. You had been on cloud nine. Until you found out that someone had anonymously filed a report against you, provided all evidence, somehow all in the same night, and by the next midday you had already been summoned to court.

The day when you had stepped out of the courthouse was imprinted in your mind. Having received a much kinder sentence than one you had expected - more financial and reputational damages than anything else, you had been upbeat enough to engage in smalltalk with the state-provided lawyer whose name you had forgotten in a few hours. At least you had been that way before you saw him across the street. Lower body hidden by a jet black, matte sports car, black suit, black shirt, black hair… the reaper himself having arrived to taunt you and laugh at the death of your career. A carefree smile had been replaced by a deep scowl as the gears clicked, the puzzle completed itself in your head. Seonghwa. It had to be Seonghwa. It took every fibre of your being to restrain yourself from committing another criminal offence and attack him, and instead watch him climb into his car as though you had been nothing but empty space to him, and speed off in the direction of uptown. A murder most fowl. Of your soul, of your heart. And what mind you had left, you had promised to dedicate to hunting him down.

You sighed as you heaved the emergency exit door open, having avoided the main back entrance out of fear that Seonghwa might be there, or anywhere inside Club Estelle. What did you mean by hunting him down? Now that he was there. Within slapping distance, if you were to put it in an unceremonious manner. What were you actually seeking? Was it your mind twisting your desire for him to simply make a return and instead of stalling on your destruction, simply go on ahead with it and shoot you down? You shook your head, pulling the hoodie that was covering your otherwise scandalous outfit tighter around you as the cool air enveloped you. It was almost peaceful. Almost quiet. Almost.

“Hey Y/N~ you put on suuuuch a goood show, baby girl… fucking fantastic… damn. Was told I could catch you here and damn, you are a goddess.”

You snapped in the direction of the sound, finding a man who was rocking side to side approaching you. Relatively tall, scruffy, with dirt-stained clothing hanging off, unfortunately, a more athletic-looking body. So striking him with one of the heels in your bag and running was out of the question. Besides, who knew how he would act if he saw the cash? You backed away having been met by the stench of what had to have been at least three shots of the strongest liquor in the house, and found yourself with your back pressed against a wall of the dimly lit alleyway between the club, and a line of dumpsters, with this very drunk problem whose perverted grin was inducing an uncontrollable trembling. The longer you stood in this state of a showdown, much like a wild west film, the more he was suffocating you with the overwhelming, acrid stench of sweat, cigarettes and whatever concoction his stomach had made out of the alcohol he had consumed.

“Can I get a… private show, huh? Swear’ve been good just for you baby girl.”

You suddenly felt so alone. Abandoned. Terrifying conclusions running through your head. There was not a single performer at the club who you were more than acquaintances with, and even then, would they help? The club bouncers rarely got involved since the majority of the customers were high-paying, and apparently the rule there was: if they had cash, they could behave like trash. Maybe a dead stripper to them was just the usual night. Who would you have called in the past? You hated to admit the name, the face that floated into your brain as soon as you asked yourself the question. But Seonghwa had a way with situations like this. He had stood up for you before, to the point where you had to kiss away his pain and treat his wounds - though that was nothing compared to the scarlet sight that he had painted in your honour. It was horrific, and yet, he had made you smile. It had probably been the grandest gesture of adoration that you had ever received. 

Still managing to keep some distance between you and the disgusting creature, your brain went into overdrive. You were backing away from him, but there was only so much time before he would pounce. As much as you wanted to just scream your heart out and pray some, well, a very specific, knight in shining armour would appear out of nowhere, you were a big girl and knew that the stories you indulged in reading were not true. In real life, and especially your own life, you had to be your own hero. It was your mission to remind yourself that Seonghwa was a villain. So you tried to project him onto your temporary enemy.

Although the action made bile rise in your throat, you peered into the drunk’s eyes, trying to read his actions. Not quite walking straight, he took another step towards you, supporting himself by pushing on the dumpster to his left, your right. You immediately mirrored it, your hand feeling for the wall to your right. A couple more steps and you would be right beside a trash pile that you had spotted when you first appeared in the alley way from the staff exit – the bastard sure was persistent and did not want to give up on you. You sneered – it could almost be his redeeming quality, compared to a certain someone else who liked to drive into the metropolis and then turn into an omniscient poltergeist.

“Come on, why are you being such a tease? Weren’t you having the time of your life earlier? So sexy, don’t you want to use that?”

He was making your skin crawl. You were trying your hardest to not interact with him more than necessary and stayed quiet. One wrong move and you were going to be in much deeper trouble than this. The sort where the best-case scenario you envisioned was showing up in the news, not so alive and in a ditch. The situation reminded you of a short story by Rudyard Kipling, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, but instead of a face off between a mongoose and a king cobra, there was a young woman with a flurry of ruminations and a myriad of regrets. Though the latter was definitely swaying like a snake.

“Hey, baby girl, are you not going to come to daddy any time soon? I am getting impatient, baby, and you don’t want to piss me off.” He growled, his previously aimless blabber turning into a threat.

Your body was screaming for you to just make a run for it, but you knew better than that. This guy, unfortunately for you, was sporty enough and lanky enough to catch up to you in no time. On top of his build, you had the brilliant idea to wear new heels for your show today, which had cut into your flesh just enough to hurt, as if scolding you and repeating ‘I told you so’ and leaving your feet exhausted. As you stole a glance at the more comfortable pair of shoes for which you had settled, it was as though a lightbulb went off in your head. That was right. You did have manoeuvrability. You just needed to get one hit. 

You neared the exit of the alley, judging your proximity solely by the light emanating from a lonely street lamp right back on the main street. You steadied yourself as you saw the man open his mouth again and crouched further down to reach for an empty wine bottle that was lying on top of the pile you had been counting on. Keeping it hidden from the man, you stepped to the side, obscuring half of your body behind the large trash bin.

“What are you doing you bitch, huh? Answer me. I’ll give you one more chance.”

You remained silent, sliding your bag off your shoulder for better movement, pleading that it would not make a noise. The first glide down your upper arm was smooth enough, though your relief did not last long as it accelerated and came down to crash on some debris. That appeared to trigger new aggression in your opponent, as he practically snarled and lunged forwards, arms outstretched. You jumped backwards, only nearly missing a pipe protruding from one of the walls, and made contact with one of the walls, tripping the man as you did so. You were not thinking clearly, vision a blur, your surroundings spinning. You had only one mission now – survive. While the man was picking himself up, cursing and inspecting his painfully grazed hands, your eyes focused on the back of his head.

What if this was Seonghwa? What would you do? He had betrayed you, didn’t he? He had no right to be in your life again, regardless of your instincts. Regardless of how terrific he looked and how much he wanted you. An otherworldly rage overtook you as you imagined the devil in place of this sinner. In his designer suit, with his slicked back hair and chains that would glitter like stars even in the dim light. The set up made your body act on its own. You were fuelled by your anguish, and each sensation in the present turned into a re-enactment of your inner turmoil that had built up over the time. The guttural shriek, the stinging tears threatening to roll down your cheeks as you shut your eyes and swung with all your might only to meet-

-nothingness. A strong grip of your wrist and a firm chest pressed against your back prevented you from moving. And again, that familiar scent. Your drug. Your demise. The emergency exit door snapped itself shut, suggesting that Seonghwa had only now made it into the alleyway, and an odd sense of calm enveloped you. For the time being, he was the lesser of the many evils.

“Oh, ‘s you! Mar-”

The stinging sound of a gunshot, lulled into an ambient slumber with a silencer. Time slowed, and you swore you could see the bullet soaring through the air, about to collide with the skull of the man whose fate had been sealed. But a blink before you could bear witness to the impact, darkness overtook you, and you were embraced in an overwhelming sweetness, vision sealed with a resolved, mercilessly protective hand. You were spun in a macabre dance, now facing the gangster, breathing against the crook of his neck and focusing on the freezing cold jewellery that caressed your cheek. Nothing more than a sigh, a tainted soul escaping from the mouth of the drunkard, before you heard a thud of his body colliding with the cold concrete. 

You sincerely wished you could feel remorse, but all that you could identify in your body was an insatiable curiosity, and a perplexing connection of the societally horrific event with what had happened to your ex. So, that was how he had been disposed of, huh. The same damn signature. And he was most likely lying when he was trying to assure you that it was not the same man. His hand was too stable, heart was too calm, and the way in which he pressed his soft lips to your jaw, and once your sight was returned to you, your cheek, were all telltale signs that this was not the first time he had killed with you as his prime motivation.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who was ready to murder, darling.”

The words rang out in your head and the realisation hit you, cutting through the comforting fog that had settled over your psyche as you drifted in black irises. The bottle which you had picked out of the trash to serve as your weapon suddenly felt unimaginably heavy, and it began to slip.

“Now, now, we don’t need to cause any more of a mess…” gingerly, the bottle was taken from you, and clinked against the smoking gun as Seonghwa was more preoccupied with keeping your full attention on him. While you were still tame enough for him to manoeuvre, He returned the weapon under his jacket.

Dizzy, you swore you were within inches of delirium. Darting from one one part of his face to another, you soon spotted a tiny splatter of blood on his cheek, and lifted a trembling hand to caress it. Eyes wide, you watched as the crimson spread under your thumb and left a trail whilst you were wiping it away. Lips parted, you were locked in a soundless scream. This was not a joke. That man, no longer a man, a soon to be carcass, crow food, was dead. And without a doubt, Seonghwa was going to tell you that it was your doing. Turning slowly, you caught a glimpse of the aftermath, and the dark dots that now decorated Seonghwa’s side that had been the closest to the drunkard.

“Look at me, darling. Look at me.”

“But I, but he-”

“I said. Look at me.”

“But you kill-”

A crash resonated as Seonghwa threw the bottle against the opposite wall, the olive-coloured rainfall covering the dead body and rippling over the dumpsters. Knees buckling, you wanted to collapse next to it then and there, only to have a gloved hand force your face to be right against his.

“You are a lethal flower, darling. Shame this had to happen.”

“Shame?”

“You’re shaking. Did this man touch you?” with a concerned air, Seonghwa inquired, his breath hot against your skin. Discreetly, he began to step towards the exit of the alleyway.

“N-no… but-”

“Did he scare you?”

“Y-yes… a lot.”

“For fucks sake, these idiots have no self control, hurting my precious angel like this.”

Precious angel. You were his precious angel. So he did care, at least somewhat. You had a space, a chance to corrupt what was left of his heart. Your forehead was against his as you allowed him to guide you out of the cramped space, careful to sidestep when he told you, lifting one leg, the other when he whispered that you should do so. This felt right. He was back. He was here. He was ready to do anything for you. This was where you wanted him. While you were busy processing what had just unfolded and fading into your beloved manifestations, Seonghwa pulled you into an embrace and began to direct two of his men who had snuck in through the emergency exit and were awaiting instructions. After a couple of raises of the eyebrow, and one point towards the bag which you had abandoned, they began to tiptoe around the area, ready for a rapid spring cleaning.

Wherever he was taking you, you had no choice but to follow. Such was the rule. Even if you had other ideas and plans, now that Seonghwa was back, you had to fall into his rhythm, and figure out a new strategy that would not cause a dissonance. Your clouded mind was lulled by his low instruction. Slow down here, now heading out onto the street there… you were a puppet in his hold. You were… a criminal. Weren’t you? You froze just as the two of you approached a parked car, and judging by Seonghwa’s immediate instinct to reach into his pocket, you assumed it was his. No, you couldn’t. This was… you needed to go home. Conflicted, the hold you had on Seonghwa’s jacket loosened.

“Darling?”

“I… I need to go home.” his soft smile fell, replaced with a judgemental grimace. Retaining a fraction of decency, he refrained from shoving you against the vehicle, instead choosing to subject you to scrutiny.

“You are home.”

“Here?” you surveyed your surroundings, figuring out that you were outside Estelle, and luckily, there were no longer any stragglers who regularly tried to make it through into the venue past doors closing. The street was ghastly, located in one of the most dangerous parts of the metropolis housing anything from cheap alcohol and sex to designer drugs and assassins. Anything one could desire, they could find here. Was this really your home?

“Yes. With me.” Seonghwa was reeling you back. A click, and the car was unlocked. Keeping you within reach, he leaned to open the passenger door. You shook your head.

“No… no… I don’t want to be a-”

“Don’t want to be a what?” he insisted, and squeezed your upper arms, as if he was about to shake the answer out.

“A criminal.”

“The fuck?” 

“I am… look… I was… Again I was so ready to-” the man who was probably still in that alleyway, blood spilling like wine out of a glass that toppled over, occupied your vision, and you gawped at the bloodstain on Seonghwa’s cheek. 

“But you didn’t. You did not kill him.” Sighing, he stated as-a-matter-of-factly, not wishing to deal with a breakdown, far too attracted to you physically to care for what effect his expression of affection had.

“But I made you…”

“Oh baby, no you didn’t. I did it out of love for you. You had no part in this except being my angel. Darling, Y/N, come on…” picking his words carefully, he permeated your barriers, crawling into the expanse of your mind palace like a virus.

“I am no angel. The law literally says I committed crimes. I should not be here. I should never be here-”

Evidently this caring approach was not functional. You were simply melting into him and turning into a sappy mess, instead of the coldhearted bitch who he had spoken to in the club. Where were you? Where was the goddess who wanted nothing more but to hurt him? He had deconstructed you a little too much, it seemed, you needed a bit more venom in your system. Seonghwa snapped.

“You know what. You are right.”

“Huh?” still too dazed to answer properly, you hummed.

“Who do you think got you out of a jail sentence in the first place, huh?”

“I- I don’t… What?” eyes narrowing, Seonghwa peered into your soul. He needed you to wake up if he was going to give into his obsession.

“Talk to me. Take a guess. Do you really think that the judge was benevolent? Fuck… girl, you’re naive. That bastard passes his bank account around the courtroom, you really think he woke up one day and felt like being nice just because? Oh no… sweetheart. I got you out. You hear me? I did. Because like hell are you gonna be anybody else’s. Huh, you tried your best with that idiot rotting in the ground. Bet you screamed my name as he fucked you, right? Tell me, is that right? SPEAK, sweetheart, don’t piss me off.”

Noticing how you could not contain your tremors, he released his grip on your upper arms, only to position your hands so that they rested on his waist, while his cupped your face. What was supposed to be an intimate gesture felt like a stare down with a wild beast. His expression was that of a predator, pupils dilated so he could refresh the memories of every piece of you, while his lips curled into what you interpreted as a crooked, pitying smile.

If you did not know better, you would have believed that your love that was reflected in his dark orbs was actually his. But he was a twisted, terrifying man, who could only take. As such, most you could expect was his suffocating coddling, his treatment of you like you were of his design. His cooing as he peered at you and saw how you were putty under his touch. You hated him precisely because you knew you could never escape.

“Oh baby… my lovely little angel, look at you. Don’t you know that I would do anything to make you smile? Come on, you know that right?” he wiped a stray tear with his right hand, and you swore you caught a quiff of blood and gunpowder, blending with a hint of alcohol that was still on his breath from earlier, all to be washed away by that scent you always adored, vanilla, flowers, coffee. Seonghwa. You nodded, which seemed to provide relief for the man.

“And I will never let your pretty hands get dirty, okay? If you need somebody dead just say it my darling and I will do it. Me. You are my angel. And now, let me prove it to you, alright?”

Whatever noise had existed before was now but a soft buzz of a streetlamp. No rustling. Not a single droplet. Suspended in an intimate fog, you studied the criminal, the hardened killer, the bloodthirsty demon in front of you. The one who was so hellbent on getting you to follow him to the realm below, even though you had never left. It was simple. He led, you followed. He told you to jump, you jumped. That was all he wished for. And perhaps this was indeed your fate. Not to be rushing around in hospital corridors, nor to be collecting banknotes in a g-string. But to completely fall from grace for the embodiment of an apocalypse, who more than willingly closed the space between you to taste the lust you had been suppressing, relishing your shared sin.

Bang bang, that awful sound…

The wind styled your locks as Seonghwa sped deeper into the night, abandoning the artificial lighting of the underworld district. From bars and clubs, to sleepy neighbourhoods, and finally, the inspiring expanse of rolling hills and rocky slopes, he was taking you to a place where you would never be bothered nor controlled, yet one that gave you a view of the city that was so breathtaking, that it was easy to believe you could destroy it. Estelle would be smaller than ever, and your problems would be nothing more than a haze on the line of the horizon. The cliffside had been your spot when you were something of an item, with you always begging for Seonghwa to take you there, if not for the alone time, then at least for the striking skyline. How oddly romantic of him to pick the spot now.

Relaxing into the leather seat of the Rolls Royce convertible, a new addition to Seonghwa’s collection - as he had informed before starting the car, you tested the strength of the breeze by stretching your hand out of the window and letting it float. After a couple of tries, you finally got into the right pose for minimal resistance, and pretended that you were a bird, soaring, cageless. The glimmering dots of the city even further from you than now as you spread your little wings and lifted yourself towards freedom. In moments like these, you were happy to be able to enjoy the simplicities, and it was easier than ever to pretend that you were not the Y/N who had fallen so irreversibly for a beast, that to you even his lies sounded like the truth. And, of course, it was easy to imagine that Seonghwa himself was capable of feeling love.

He did not bother taking off his gloves nor, which was uncharacteristic of him, clearing the remnants of the execution off his face, as if it was a badge of honour. Interestingly, the more you observed the gangster, the more you got used to the new additions and even took them as complementing features. While he kept one hand on the steering wheel, he continuously seeked contact with you, the other gripping your thigh as if to make sure that you were still there in the car with him and were not a hallucination. The exhilarating velocity at which the car dashed past trees, somnolent villas and road signs was barely letting you catch your breath due to Seonghwa choosing to keep the roof off, and so to stabilise yourself you returned the gesture. The smirk into which his lips curled was not quite as threatening as it had appeared before, however his aggressive slam on the accelerator made you start praying. What would the family that had not yet disowned you think, if they were to find you in a crashed car with one of the most notorious men in the region? You chuckled; they would probably agree that at least the last thing you saw was beauty himself.

Finally, you approached the secluded location, and fortunately, it was as abandoned as ever. Grinding to a halt on a gravelly clearing, beyond which were two lines of wooden fences that had been set up at the very edge of the small cliff, Seonghwa set the car into parking, cranked the handbrake and turned off the ignition. A deafening silence overtook you as you looked up at the night sky, twinkling stars reminding you of the collection of silver that hung around the enigmatic fiend’s neck and on his left ear. In the absence of machinery, you could feel his presence even more acutely, and the anticipation for what he undoubtedly had planned was reducing the supposed coolness of the hour into a mere deception. Your body was burning up, and as Seonghwa’s hand moved higher and higher until it was teasing you by playing with the drawstrings of your tracksuit bottoms you had to consciously remind yourself to breathe.

You stared out at the metropolis through the windshield, registering your beloved criminal’s movements towards you. As you studied the glinting whites, reds and yellows that formed the urban starscape, you could not help but ponder how, out of all the millions of people, in this architectural phenomenon that seemed to stretch on forever, on a day when you were not even supposed to be where you had ended up being, you had run into none other than Park Seonghwa. And as fate would have it, you were naive enough to let him take everything from you. And being the loved up, hypnotised fool that you were, you thanked him for the misery in which you found yourself, because at least he made you feel. With him you were a disaster, but you saw life in colour. With him it was impossible to tell whether there would be a tomorrow, but you could exist in an exuberant today. With him, the everchanging palette of emotion had a canvas to paint on. And tonight, you were going to let the masterpiece create itself.

“Take the gloves off if you want to touch me so badly.” you derided him for his eagerness, though did not see any dampening to it. On the contrary, he appeared to be more drawn to you than ever, mumbling a ‘sure thing, darling’ as he unbuttoned the leather, and slid the pair off his hands with his canines to speed up the process. The gloves found a home in the compartment underneath the wheel, to join the harness and pistol that he had stashed away there.

“Good?” he asked, giving you a mischievous grin.

“Good.” no more words were needed for him to pull you towards him, and lock your lips together in a feverish, thrilling kiss.

Oh, how you missed this. How you missed the mind-numbing sensation of his hand on the back of your neck, how soft his lips were compared to his sharp and intimidatingly stunning appearance. You moved in a familiar rhythm, having recognised one another’s alluring presence and only wanting more with each passing second. Frustrated with the remaining distance, Seonghwa growled into you and dragged you by your top; understanding his goal, you rose from your seat and promptly were settled on his lap, grinding against his growing erection that was concealed by too many layers of clothing for your liking.

Brushing his hair back, lightly tugging on it as you reached the ends, you were giving yourself up to the scalding hot hellfire. Your memory did not fail you: the action elicited a groan, and the kiss was further deepened until your lungs were screaming for oxygen. Pulling away, you gasped, only to be alerted by a stinging pain on your cheek, and a hostile grimace on the man, whose hand was hovering next to your jawline.

“Did I say you could pull away?”

“And since when are you so damn needy?” You challenged, slapping away the hand that had just collided with you, and placing yours on his exposed throat, not bothering to ease into the action as you pushed your digits into the sensitive skin, restricting his airflow and preventing him from taunting you with a mocking retort.

You continued to rock your hips forward, sensing your own arousal climbing further and further amidst the enjoyment of the man’s temporary obedience. You watched his eyes roll back momentarily, and he attempted to tilt his head towards you and steal your lips, only for you to wriggle in his lap until you were completely out of his reach, still holding his neck.

Seonghwa was seeing stars, and yet amongst them you still shined the brightest. There you were. This was who he was searching for. When he was at his limit, and could no longer withstand the restraint, he rapidly reached for your wrist and yanked your arm away, making you yelp. To prevent you from attempting anything similar, he used his hands as cuffs to keep you under his control, and pulled you to him. Giving you a smirk corrupted by lust, he kissed you again, only this time letting his long tongue part your mouth, and swirl itself around.

Wanton sounds filled your mind and preoccupied your ears as you parted, strings of saliva connecting you. Apparently dissatisfied, Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, and gripped your waist. Sitting up, he mumbled ‘back seat’ and stumbled out of the car with you wrapped around him. In seconds, you were lying on the couch-like leather, Seonghwa above you as he shifted his attention to your neck, leaving trails of spit, and nipping at the skin until he saw the beloved bruising begin to show. Sucking above the jugular vein, he imagined himself tearing you apart then and there. Destroying you. But the way in which your hands swiftly moved to unbutton his shirt was too enticing to not commend.

“Look who is needy now.” he teased, and reached for the zipper on your hoodie, unable to contain a pleased sigh as he saw that you had not changed out of the white dancewear. As soon as the hoodie was off, and flying in the direction of the steering wheel, he let himself devour the tainted goddess that you were.

Trailing over the fabric, he did not wish to take it off, the image of you around the pole still fresh in his mind and amplifying his lust. His lips made contact with your chest as he added more love bites to his abstract design.

“You drove me crazy earlier tonight with those moves of yours. How could you even consider anything else when you have a body made to sin?”

“I think you are batshit by default.”

“Do you want me to punish you again?” he threatened, discontented when it had no effect on you as you contended. 

“By what, hitting me? Two can play that game-” as soon as he saw your hand flying towards him, he caught it and forced it down by you, and chuckled.

“Be a good girl and you’ll come.”

“Big deal.”

“Says the whore who was grinding against me.”

He shifted to untie your sweats, and dragged the material down to reveal your matching white g-string, stopping for a second before moving to take it off too. The bra was going to be enough for him.

“Says the reprobate with a hardon from the bare minimum.”

He did not respond, too enraptured by the sight before him. Your form, laid out and so familiar, and yet, the newfound resolve and the bite in your words was boundlessly more attractive than the mellow nurse in training that he had fucked before. The blaze that had festered and grown within you, painting your psyche and very essence in the soot of detestation was a guiding light to him, a star in the pitch black that he gravitated towards, and wished to take over. Your strength and determination spurred him on and inspired him to make you reach the point of no return. How? He was yet to decide. But that came after he had his fill of your intoxicating body.

“Damn, Y/N, do I even need to get you ready for me? You’re so fucking wet-” he remarked, running a hand over your pussy, with it immediately receiving a dose of your slick.

“Guess you don’t.” you countered, attempting to shut your legs together, but to no avail as your brattiness only encouraged him.

“You know what. I am in a giving mood. A changed man. Ready to commit some good deeds.” he announced to you in a low, borderline monstrous tone as Seonghwa pulled you by your ankles closer to him and began to work at your arousal.

After a slow start, where he languidly circled your nub until you gave out a whine, the man dedicated himself wholly, and soon enough, you were sinking into a sensual paradise. The two digits pumped into you, while with his other hand Seonghwa was stimulating your sensitive clit relentlessly, rubbing the erect nub until you were barely able to produce any sound at all. Pressing his thumb right against its tip, he curled his fingers and beckoned you closer to a climax, stopping the motions, he kept his hand inside as he replaced the finger that was dominating your clit with another thumb, and instead took to rapidly building you up with practised, fast flicks, higher, higher, just as you were about to-

Your hips jerked up, only to be met with a total emptiness as you tried desperately to coax Seonghwa into giving you your orgasm, to which he only responded with a click of his tongue, and a demonstrative sucking of his digits as you watched him with a glazed over expression.

“You rude, unbearable menace.”

“Awh, is my precious angel angry that I did not give you what you wanted?” he asked, giving his cock a couple of pumps before making a circular motion with his index finger and ordering you.

“On your hands and knees, like the bitch you are.” immediately, you obliged, unable to contain yourself after he had denied you what you had been seeking, with that devilish grin suggesting just how much the notion had excited him. Finally, he undid his belt and trousers, letting his aching length spring free, a hiss escaping Seonghwa as the cool air hit it.

Finding your slick-coated pussy with the tip of his cock, he teased you, repeatedly moving it back and forth between your folds. When you let out a whine, rocking your ass side to side in an attempt to deliver your need for more friction, Seonghwa merely chuckled and pushed forward, keeping his member flush against your sex, but not offering any relief. Your wetness coated him as he continued the torturous act, pausing to flick your clit and snicker at just how desperate you had become for his dick.

“Tell me if you want it.” Seonghwa wanted to hear you beg, or sigh, or anything else to suggest that you were fully pliable, but what had come out of your dirty mouth surpassed all his wishes.

“You want this pussy more than I want you, judging by how fucking hard your cock is, Hwa.”

Without as much as a warning, he put an end to the foreplay and slammed his hips against yours, sinking deep inside and groaning at the warm invitation of your walls. As he heard you yell out, he mercilessly glided back until only his tip was between your labia, only to thrust and bottom out once more. And again. And again. Just as he had remembered from the nights he had you before, this left you trembling, and soon enough your body was pleading for more, to which he happily obliged, smacking you on the ass and speeding up.

The feeling of you spasming around him and the feeble moans were an unrivalled art. He positioned one hand to hook around you and held it against the area right below your belly, biting his lip as he felt his dick pushing deep inside you, the bulge detectable by his palm. Closing his eyes, Seonghwa focused on this sensation, thereby slowing down ever so slightly, and moving to hit the spot that accelerated the growth of the knot in your tightening core. 

“A-ah… Seong… hwa…” you mewled into each stroke, hazy and unable to form anything more than nonsensical babble.

“That’s right, darling, only I can make you feel this good.”

Seonghwa was despicable, because he knew exactly how to make you lose your mind and fall apart under him and forget that you ever hated him at all, driven only by a carnal passion. Having had enough practice to study you, you were at his mercy as he provided the exact fullness that you had been desiring for so long, the exact firm thrusts that were bringing you closer and closer to a total fall, and the honey-laden voice that had you turning even weaker.

“My- darling-”

Your climax came down on you hard and fast, and you crumbled into the shaking that washed over you, forehead almost connecting with the back of the seats if not for the fistful of your tresses that Seonghwa had grabbed. Not letting you ride out your high, he quickened his pace and each thrust was making your vision darken and your moans turn into pathetic wails, drowned out by the lewd slapping of skin against skin that was lubricated by your orgasm. Using you as a fucktoy, he chased his own high and pushed you into an abyss of violent pleasure, ceasing to abuse your cunt only when he deemed it necessary for himself.

He slid his cock out of your pulsating sex, dragging it over your clit before ushering you to kneel before him. Movements still too slow and lagging, Seonghwa proceeded to guide one leg, then another down, so that you were ready for him. Lifting your chin, he he peered into your hazy orbs and commanded:

“Open.”

As you slackened your jaw and opened your mouth wide in obedience, he spat into it, and upon positioning one of his hands at the back of your head and the other at the base of his member, he slid into the warmth, sighing as your tongue glided along his throbbing length, as if encouraging him to go deeper until his tip hit the very limit and bumped against the back of your throat. You struggled to suppress your gag reflex, but the salaciousness of the combination of yours and his spit and your orgasm dribbling around his cock as you began to bob your head was driving Seonghwa to the brink of insanity, and you desperately wanted to see him unravel entirely.

“Ah… that’s it. My good cock slut. This mouth is built… for me.”

You allowed him to choke you as he fucked your throat with abandon, submitting to the oncoming waves of his orgasm. Clawing at his thighs you seeked balance, to which he responded by pushing you even closer, earning a muted yelp. The vibration drove him over the edge as he pumped himself inside you only a few more times, before collapsing into a series of staggered bucks of the hips and a muttering of filthy curses.

“Swallow darling, I bet you were dreaming of this- ah, fuck-” he exclaimed. 

He threw his head back as you centred yourself, trying to relax into how his hand that was tangled in your hair kept you so close that your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, though it proved to be an impossible challenge. In an effort to overcome the pain that spread over your jaw as Seonghwa refused to let go of you, you blinked away the moisture in your eyes and focused on the sensation of the hot, salty cum coating and running down the back of your throat. 

When he finally released you from his hold and let you fall onto the floor of the car, you sputtered and gasped for air, vision having grown blurry. While he did not comfort you, nor praise you for how well you had taken him, even though judging from his state you could make your own conclusions about the performance, this roughness felt more real, more honest than the intimacy you had shared before. You licked the corners of your mouth, collecting the remnants of his cum and spit, and crawled up onto the leather seating to be met with open arms, a gesture which, in your exhaustion, you accepted.

Captured in a lazy embrace you admired the universe that surrounded you. The dawn was imminent, with some of the more enthusiastic birds already greeting you with their songs and the distant rumble of the city beginning to pick up, and yet none of this felt real. It was like you were floating in the air, tethered to the mortal realm only by the man beside you. You had taken the liberty of snatching Seonghwa’s suit jacket, considering that the outerwear you had been wearing had been unceremoniously discarded and thrown into the driver leg space, outside of your immediate reach. 

You pondered what was going to happen after this broken reunion, that had been as always, orchestrated by the evil mastermind with a pretty face, currently resting on the seats, one arm over the door, the other on the back rest, head tilted to the sky. When you inspected one of the dark spots on the right sleeve of the jacket, you had come to realise that the dead man, who you had left behind to chase your pleasure, had, amidst his departure from the living, was trying to greet Seonghwa. Using his gang name, no less. You wanted to laugh until tears would be streaming down your face. Double over and, hands hitting your thighs, fail to compose yourself and continue laughing at just how ignorant you were. Fooled once again. Of course that scene had been this criminal’s doing. How else could anything ever happen to you if not with Seonghwa’s meddling? This overly involved, human embodiment of jeopardy who you had voluntarily invited in to share space and time, so elegant as he was devoid of movement, counting stars in the sky, the unbuttoned white shirt gracing his figure like a heavenly robe. It was a shame that you had to have chosen him to glorify, especially since he fit the role well enough to fit into your delusions.

As you sat upright, only to put your elbows on your knees and lean to catch your head in your hands, you mused whether you truly despised this man or not. It was almost habitual, routinely, to curse his name again, and again until it was nothing but an incoherent collection of syllables. It was your shield and clarity, your comprehension of the incorrigible man who, come the opportunity, would shoot you down the same way that he did to hundreds, if not thousands of others. It was heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, but unfortunately true. In his eyes the individuals with families, friends, hopes and dreams, hell, even those with nothing at all, were nothing but sacks of bone and blood that he could scare into submission, or drain if they disobeyed. Such were his methods. Methods that you had looked the other way from, making yourself believe that you were above that amateur, unjust purgatory. No matter how much of you Seonghwa received as an offering, it was never going to be enough. The seven deadly sins were a bucket list for him, and one in which he would outshine every reckless criminal. He was systematic, calculating, and would not hesitate to remove a variable that no longer served him.

You were serene, a ghost of a smile dancing on your lips. Slowly, you blinked, immersing yourself in the sensation of the bites, the kisses that the man you had once felt something for gifted you. Sultry tattoos that you would wear with the pride of a person who had defeated themselves, come to terms with, and learnt to coexist with inner turmoil. Nothing short of a miracle. If this hell were to continue, then you would simply have to adapt to live with the ebbs and flows of a turbulent tide. Hilarious, how you were treating Seonghwa as if he was a terminal disease that you had to live with, but the analogy was comforting. Until the moment when you would receive a bullet between your brows, you would strive to live fully, and remain indifferent. As much as you had wanted to ‘get the final word’, you had come to realise that all you had to say had been said, and he was no longer worth your time. Looking at the horizon, you spotted the sun beginning to stir under its heavy blankets, getting ready to rise.

“You thought about me, didn’t you?” Seonghwa’s voice broke your peace, and you turned to him, regarding his bewitching demeanour with a tired onceover.

“Hm?”

“You were thinking about me, in that alley way. Weren’t you?” so, he had realised now, too. However, you were not bothered to continue this discourse. Fascinating how the mind of even the most evil of men could get fixated on the simple things like a random good-for-nothing becoming a gourmet meal for maggots.

“I am not sure why or how that matters.”

“Would you kindly get the gun for me?” Now that piqued your interest, so you obliged, and reached over the front seats, aware of how your ass was on full display for Seonghwa though he had just seen you in even more lewd tones. After a couple of tries, the hand gun was in your hands, and hooking it by the trigger guard, you tried to pass it to its owner. To your surprise, he refused and you remained standing in your perplexion.

“What are you getting at?”

“You definitely thought about me. As a matter of fact you were thinking about doing this for a long time.” you could not deny that, and thus remained silent, “Remember how I taught you to fire a gun?” the man continued, and you nodded along.

“That I do, but again. Not sure how it applies.” you crossed your arms, the pistol swinging ever so slightly from your index finger.

“Don’t you want to fulfil your dream, darling?” he raised an eyebrow and grinned.

Another game. Another dare. Another attempt at making you feel something when you had no more emotions to spare. You were spent. For the first time since you had first come to be acquainted with Park Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Hwa, Mars, you saw a stranger. A passing face who you would regard, but most importantly, go on your merry way and never wish to see again. No more yearning, nor begging. He was cute when he thought he was in control. You chuckled, earning a questioning gaze from the ghost of your past.

“What is so amusing, my dear Y/N? So delighted that you can barely contain yourself?”

Oh, if only he knew. You steadied your breathing, and through half-lidded eyes, took in the man’s form that you had once worshipped. Everything had finally clicked, and unknowingly, the symphony in your mind was now fully composed, all to Seonghwa’s rhythm. Your magnum opus, by the visitation of a brutal muse, completed. With the softness of a stalking cat, you bent forward and came face to face with this boy, and with both hands, pressed the gun to his bare chest, smiling languidly as it collided with the necklaces to make a noteless tune. Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he followed your ascension back to now leaning against the front seat further from him, stifling a laugh of his own as he realised your intentions. The world held its breath as you dispelled your nightmare, and, light-hearted, like you were discussing daily happenings or the weather, asked him:

“You said you’d keep my hands clean, right?”

“Yes.” breathless, he whispered.

“You said you would kill anyone for me, right?” you continued sweetly, studying how Seonghwa checked the magazine and clicked the hammer with practised motions, appearing almost impressed.

“Yes.”

“Do anything to make me smile?” you tested, and he conceded, brushing a hand over the barrel, and looking up to memorise your every detail.

“Yes.”

“Then prove it. And make me smile. One last time.”

You uttered, admiring how his perfect skin, his gorgeous eyes, his dark soul glowed, caught ablaze in the rays of the rising sun.

Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

#kflixnet #ateezlovenet #k-labels #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x you #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x y/n #park seonghwa x you #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa angst #seonghwa angst #park seonghwa fluff #seonghwa fluff #ateez mafia #ateez mafia au #seonghwa mafia au #ateez #ateez au #ateez smut #seonghwa day

[leaky-heart]

Can you tell us some facts about your version of jeremy fitzgerald

Yeah !! He’s wasian, born from a Thai mother, and an American dad ! Tho she doesn’t know his dad and instead has another mom, Madison who’s Mexican. She was born on December 26 and in 1987 he’s a 22yo broke college student who can’t keep a job and resort to Fazbear Ent. as kind of a last resort (he hates it there and doesn’t like the animatronics at all)

He studies language in college as she has an easy time learning new languages from the fact she grew up learning Thai (from Lawan) Spanish (from Madi) and English (at school). Tho he would much rather spend time on her hobby, aka photography, than studying. Michael says he’s really good at it and should try to actually get his photography out there but she’s too self conscious to really do anything else outside of helping his college newspaper get pictures for their articles

She has terrible sleep schedule from cumulating jobs and trying to balance college life (hence why she tends to get fired from sleeping on the job—) but he is hard working, just sleep deprived dhxkbsmxb. He gets that from his moms and growing up in a low income family

He’s joyful, laidback and extrovert. Kinda the type of guy everyone gets along with ! Tho she doesn’t really have lots of close friend as opening up and letting down the cool guy facade is hard for her. Being genuine and letting out her emotions in front of people isn’t his strong suit. It’s just kinda easier to fit into what people expect of him. She doesn’t really like being alone tho so he tends to always try and spend time with people

He’s an horror movie nerd ! He worked at a video club for a while and says it was the best job she ever had cause the boss was nice and let him borrow movies from time to time. He organized little movie watch parties with his college friends while she had that job. She loves sfx and researching how they were done and is trying really really hard to get Michael interested in sfx makeup rhrhr. He loves David Bowie, Bruce Springsteen, Kate Bush and The Cure ! She’s allergic to cat but that doesn’t stop her from petting them. he hates bugs

#fnaf #jeremy fitzgerald #instant crush

[franklespine]

[mentions of CSA and SA]

Am I procrastinating my assignment? Maybe. But there is something to be said about how queer-coded the character and narrative of Sam Winchester is and how it's so lost in its interpretation because he never really had a close homoerotic bond with another male character that people could ship him with. But to me (or at least in my interpretation), I feel the queer subtext surrounding his character goes deeper than that. Now, I would never get pressed about the sexual or gender identity labels that people interpret characters as, I obviously have no dictating force of authority. But for me, I don't necessarily even think that when it comes to queer subtext, it's even about labelling sexuality either.

I think a reason I enjoy the character of Sam and what drew him to me so much when I first started watching was how fundamentally different Sam is shown to experience love and sexuality. The show makes a point of how what Sam values the most about being with someone is a genuine connection with them. He hates strip clubs and the last time he went was because Dean paid for his lap dance and he spent the entire time striking up a conversation with the girl and convincing her that she should follow her passions to go into nursing. He's turned down women just looking for a lay on multiple occasions. In the episode Baby when he has a one night stand with a waitress they make a point to say how rare this actually happens with Sam. There is certainly an argument to be said about how Sam's trauma has shaped his view of love and sexuality, especially post getting his soul back from the Cage but its distinctly present in the early seasons too how much emphasis there is on Sam forming a genuine attraction and connection with the girls he gets involved with (Sarah, Madison, etc). I also would not say that Dean is in any way a baseline for the average male experience of love and sexuality (though it's not like I could verify that), but such characteristics of Sam are more greatly accentuated when they are compared to Dean (and same vise-versa).

But this isn't even queer subtext, this is just the actual text surrounding Sam and how he peruses love and sexuality. Although to say 'peruses' it is probably a stretch as any situations in the show where Sam is the one getting with the weekly damsel seem to more be situation that fall into his lap, as opposed to him actively seeking them out. What I would say is actual queer subtext is the treatment of his whole storyline about being a freak, having demon blood and his resulting obsession with religious purity. Feeling fundamentally different to your family, to everyone else. Above everything else just wanting to feel accepted and a sense of belonging - of being normal. Being essentially kicked out and cut off from his family for wanting to live an alternative life to the one they wanted him to. Being literally hunted by religious fanatics because of something he can't control. Sam's non-conformity with typical macho-masculinity being the butt of jokes for 15 years (even though it's just stuff like... having longer hair and knowing the story of Cinderella). It would literally take weeks to unpack all of this (and the many other examples that I could've put here). And are there issues with readings of specifically the demon blood arc as an analogy for queer experiences? - obviously. The way it's told through beginning with Azazel feeding Sam his blood, something which feels like such a violation of his very being - explicitly talked about using the language of CSA ("you are my favourite" vs "you ruined my life"; saying Mary "walked in" on them... vomit vomit vomit) - all of it reads like saying sin and sexual violation is the root of queerness, which is obviously blatantly untrue and problematic. But then later we have Sam in s4 making something good out of his abilities, because despite their source - they're his to reclaim. Unfortunately though this doesn't really pan out well as Dean calls him a monster for such reclamation and it turns out Sam's desperation to do good has been exploited to turn around and do the opposite, and this plotline also got abandoned. Then there is Lucifer, which is a whole other gross SA implications can of worms. The fact is, with everything that has happened to him how could Sam even begin to try to reclaim love and sexuality? That's what makes a queer reading of his character so fascinating and complex to me.

Unfortunately I don't exactly have the eloquence or the time to truly portray what I mean here - the way I see my own labeless queer experiences and internal struggles reflected in Sam, but this is all to say that Sam probably has one of the most queer coded narratives that I've ever seen (although not without its faults) and that's because it's not built on romantic or sexual tension with another character but just on what it means to be queer. What it feels like. And also hooray for death of the author. Characters are interpreted differently by different people because everything is filtered through the frame of our own existence. Who would've thought.

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #queer!sam

[emiensr]

"Hey... Tell me more..?"

A Mysterious Transfer Student from Royal Sword Academy, who arrived at the Start of his Second Year. He works as a Singer in the Mostro Lounge.

Name: Noel Blanchard

Nicknames: Angelfish-Chan, Monsieur Tout-Savoir (Know-it-all)

Age/Year/Birthday: 17, Second year, May 5th

Pronouns: He/Him

Club: Pop Music, although he never attends

House: Pomefiore

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Twisted From: ???

more info under the cut !

Noel has always been number 1, the favourite child. His parent's preferred him to his brother, Madison, leading them to dedicate all of their resources into making him the best musician he could be. He became self centered, subtly belittling Madison, ensuring that he would always remain on top. He still however, constantly appeared as the perfect son and the perfect boy.

After Noel was accepted into Royal Sword Academy, furthering his parent's favoritism, further pushing Madison into the shadows. Madison grew to resent Noel, yet school was an escape for him.

When Noel suddenly and unexpectedly transferred from Royal Sword Academy to Night Raven College, he appeared to want to spend all of his time with Madison, appearing as just a clingy twin brother. He instantly became more popular than Madison, with better grades and a much more open personality. Noel surprisingly fit into Night Raven College perfectly, near replacing Madison.

Not long after transferring, Noel began working in the Mostro Lounge as a singer, using magic to play multiple instruments at once as a sort of one-man band.

Unique Magic: "Tell Me More"

Noel likes interesting things and hates not knowing things about people, so he uses his unique magic to find out everything. He uses it on most people he meets. Sometimes, he struggles to process all of the information he learns at once, leaving him with a near constant headache. womp womp :/

Additional Info!

Even without his Unique Magic, Noel has incredible pattern noticing skills. He can work out lots of things about people just by talking to them.

Noel does not get along well with Vil.

Most of his songs are written about people he knows.

#twst oc #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland original character #oc #noel blanchard #twisted wonderland #twst

[rainrayne]

Hii kg ppl .. so yeah.. I have finally made a list of the vocaloid songs I associate with Kindergarten characters/I have an idea of an animatic for.

WARNING: there are some songs that features/talks about/mentions murder (and it's varies, like stabbing, beheading..etc.) and blood so please be warned for those if you want to watch them! I will mark the ones that has blood (in the og videos) with a star.

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1. Abnormality Dancin girl - Ted

2. Alice Human Of Sacrifice - Alice, Ron, Madison, Lily and Billy

3. Android Girl - Penny and Kidd (ft. Buggs) (Opposites attract)

4. Anonymous M (P) - Kidd and Penny

5. Bad girl online - Carla (ft. Penny, Lily, Cindy)

6. Bitter Choco Decoration - Ted and Felix

7. Bug - Jerome

8. Childish War - Ted and Felix

9. Churirira churirira dadada - Kidd (ft. kindergarten 1 characters.)

★ 10. (Son) Daughter of Evil - Felix (ft. Ted)

11. Death Should have not taken thee! - Lily and Billy

★ 12. Fear Garden - Felix (other characters featuring.)

13. Hate it! Hate it! Huge Ego! - Cindy (ft. Penny)

14. Jigsaw puzzle - Ted (ft. Other characters)

15. Love Trial - Buggs and Cindy

16. Machine Gun Poem - Carla (ft. Jerome) (things that go boom?)

17. Niccori^^ Survey Team Theme - Penny (focus), Cindy, Ted, Felix

18. Positive Club vs Negative Club - Ron and Ozzy

19. Positive ☆ Dance Time - Penny and Cindy (ft. Other characters)

20. Right Brain Left Brain - Ted and Felix

21. Remote Control - Ted and Felix

22. Rin-chan (Ron-kun) now! Seasons - Ron, Madison and Alice

23. ROKI - Monty and Jerome

★ 24. Servant of Evil - Ted (ft. Felix)

★ 25. The Game of Life - Kidd (ft. All Kindergarten characters)

26. This is the Happiness and Peace Committee - Penny (ft. All kindergarten students)

27. TRASH and TRASH! - Ozzy

28. Twin Masters - Ted and Felix

29. We are NOT suspicious dealers - Lily and Billy (ft. Nugget and Kidd)

30. Yaminabe!!!! (Dark Hotpot!!!!) - Pretty much every kindergarten character.

31. Your Adventure log has vanished! - Lily and Billy

I hope you guys like them. This list will be remade when I find more songs! That's all , bye bye ! :3

#kindergarten 2 #kindergarten game #kindergarten felix #felix huxley #kindergarten ted #ted huxley #kindergarten the game #kindergarten carla #kindergarten 1 #kindergarten cindy #kindergarten billy #kindergarten penny #kindergarten kidd #kindergarten lily #kindergarten monty #kindergarten nugget #kindergarten protagonist #kindergarten jerome #kindergarten ozzy #kindergarten ron #kindergarten madison #kindergarten Alice #kindergarten buggs #vocaloid songs #tagging all of them is a pain ... #yay!

[subliminalbo]

Veronica was never the vocal type. She preferred to observe from a distance, saving her input for when it was most valuable. But sitting in the conference hall at the Carpenter State student union listening to spoiled rich girls bitch about Madison Wells, she found it difficult to maintain her silence.

Madison and her Alphas had dominated campus gossip for weeks. Her recruiting strategy hadn't just been aggressive, it was effective. Even after pledge season she continued poaching girls from other sororities. When a pair of high ranking Sigma Epsilon girls filed a petition to merge their sorority with the Alphas, an emergency meeting of the Greek Council was called to order.

The presidents and officers of five major sororities showed up:

Epsilon Eta Phi, Carpenter State's oldest active sorority and a popular club for old Romero money and kids with connections. President Amanda Hewitt and Vice President Michelle Norton arrived early and took seats at the head of the table. Though their input had little substance, they were always in attendance for special meetings and demanded to speak first.

Pi Delta Kappa, boasting the strictest academic requirements for membership, had a reputation for housing future congresswomen and CEOs. Presidents Tamika Graham and Antonia Reyna attended with Veronica Kirby, treasurer, joining as a consult. The two co-presidents came prepared with a PowerPoint presentation mapping out the projected gain/loss of each sorority.

Alpha Kappa Psi, an exclusive sorority for female athletes, sent a single representative in Demi Snyder. A member of Carpenter State's conference champion volleyball team, Demi held no leadership position in Alpha Kappa Psi and only came to rehash bad blood.

Sigma Eta Chi was the newest and smallest member of the Greek Council, but the loudest sorority on campus. Labeled a right wing hate group by campus activists, the sorority was founded as Carpenter State's only all-white Greek house. President Sadie Bradford and advisor Marla Hunter attended with a binder full of data about Carpenter State's affirmative action programs.

Beta Phi Alpha, once a thriving sorority under the leadership of President Ana Marino, had been most affected by the rise of Madison Wells and the Alphas. With more members moving into the Alpha house by the week, it was Ana who called the emergency meeting. Vice President Morgan Jones and senior member Taylor Byrne came as support.

None of the campus fraternities sent representatives.

"I was hoping for a better turnout, but this should do," Ana said as she rose from her seat to share some pre-written statement about the Alphas. She was interrupted by Amanda who was unhappy about the lack of vegan options at the meeting.

"You knew that Epsilon House was doing No Milk October and yet you still chose pizza. Just being in the presence of all this cheese is an insult to our veganity."

"We didn't know about your dietary restrictions," Morgan spoke calmly. "If you'd replied to our email—"

"Bullshit, Morgan," Michelle cut in. "Ana subscribes to our newsletter. No Milk October was this month's cover page."

Amanda was nibbling on a slice of pizza now, mumbling through tears. "I'm so upset."

"I hear you," Ana spoke in a measured tone, still standing. "And next time we'll try to be more conscious of your needs. But I want to talk about—"

"Nobody gives a fuuuck," Demi groaned. "I want to talk about Melanie Reyes."

"Jesus Christ," Taylor rolled her eyes. "Are we doing this again?"

"She was ours. You know that we have first shot at the athletes."

"She wasn't interested in pledging with anybody," Taylor said. "She struck you down, we took our shot."

"She didn't 'strike us down,' you approached her before our blessing and it scared her away. Do you have any idea what losing the best softball player in a generation means for our reputation?"

Taylor shrugged. "Almost as bad as a one seed losing in the first round of the playoffs."

"We were conference champions!" Demi shouted. "That's still a successful season!"

"Ana's right," Tamika spoke up next. "The Alphas' unprecedented growth is an existential threat to Greek life on campus. We've never seen anything like this before."

"Thank you," Ana gestured dramatically toward Tamika.

"Madison's proposal to merge with Delta Sigma Epsilon is just the beginning," Antonia continued, clicking through graphs of each sorority's historical growth rate on the projector screen. "She won't stop there. She aims to absorb every sorority on campus."

"Why should we care?" Sadie asked. "I don't think we should reward houses for failing."

"We're not rewarding anybody," Morgan said. "We're protecting our institutions."

"Protecting yourselves," Marla scoffed. "It's not our fault people are turned off by your out-of-control, PC, safe space agenda."

"I'm sorry," Taylor waved her hands. "Isn't your house just a safe space for Nazis?"

"Un-safe!" Sadie shot back. "We are not a 'safe space.' It states it in our charter: 'An un-safe space for conservative sisters who want to live free of censorship, cancellation, and the gay agenda.'"

"—And we're not Nazis." Marla muttered.

"Un-safe space?" Morgan repeated. "That's literally nothing."

"It's a safe space!" Ana cried. "You can't just do a thing and call it a different thing!"

Sadie took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I just feel so threatened right now."

Ana losing her cool was the tipping point. The table erupted now into shouts.

Demi lobbed broad accusations at the Betas' side while Taylor came back with shockingly personal insults. Marla cradled a sobbing Sadie and shouted "Snowflakes!" Michelle and Amanda had begun packing up their bags and were sneaking out with a box of pizza while Antonia tried desperately to steer the conversation back to the Alphas.

And, of course, sitting there silently in the middle of the ruckus was Veronica. The girls jumped at the sound of her stainless steel water bottle clanging against the table like a judge's gavel. She pounded once, twice, three times, until all attention was on her. She stood from her seat, her sisters more surprised as anyone else in the room.

"I'm sorry, y'all, but this is all so fucking stupid," Veronica said.

Tamika gasped, but quickly regained her composure.

"We can argue all day, but there's only one piece of data here that matters to me."

Veronica took the laptop gently from Antonia. She clicked to a page with two sets of data plotted on a line graph. The first line declined steadily across the screen. The second line followed the same trend as the first, but suddenly skyrocketed to the top of the graph near the end.

"This graph tracks the historical average of sorority membership for the last fifty years. The line trending down is all other sororities on campus, while the one trending up is Alpha Delta Theta. It's the only sorority that's growing. And is there any question why?"

"Mind control?" Marla asked to a reception of giggles.

Veronica shook her head. "We can't share a room without going at each other's throats. Yes, Greek life is supposed to be a safe space. It's place for found family. A place to be comforted in our hardest days. And of course, yes, to find really cute boys."

Tamika smiled at that. A lot of the girls around the table had started smiling.

Veronica shook her head with a cute little laugh and continued, "Is it maybe possible that instead of going to war with this year's It house, we work on doing better in our own? Because when I look at Madison, what I see is someone doing serious outreach in the community. She works her ass off, and she's being rewarded for it. Yeah, she's kind of a secret bitch. But I've been to a Greek Council meeting. We're all kind of secret bitches."

Veronica's speech was so persuasive that by the end of the meeting the girls were even discussing inviting the Alphas to the Greek Council. Only Ana and the Betas were left dissatisfied with the outcome, but they found themselves on the outside looking in with Veronica's sudden appeal to good vibes.

"Is it just me," Taylor whispered, leaning in toward Ana. "Or is this all bullshit?"

"It's a fucking set up," Ana growled back, staring down Veronica who was laughing it up at the end of the table with her sisters and the Epsilon Eta Phi girls.

"I think we're on our own now," Morgan said solemnly.

Tamika's piercing laugh caught the attention of everyone at the table.

"At first I was like, 'Whaaaat is she saying?' But I'm really proud of you, Roni," Tamika smiled. "It's exactly what I think we all needed to hear." She shot a glance Ana's way.

"Thank you," Veronica offered a sheepish sort of smile back her way.

The hall emptied out quickly after that with the Pi sisters volunteering to stay behind and clean up. Veronica assured Tamika and Antonia that she could handle the rest and soon she was alone in the conference hall.

When she was certain that her sisters were clear of the door, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

"It's done," Veronica said.

"Successful, I'm assuming?" Madison asked.

"Yes." Veronica's pulse picked up at the sound of Madison's voice. It was suddenly very hot in the student union. Her voice cracked as she spoke again. "The cancellation emails worked. Only the houses we wanted came to the meeting. It was chaos."

"Good," Madison said. Veronica could see Madison's lips moving with her voice. "So the heat's off?"

"Th-they want to invite you into the council."

"Even better. You sound worked up, Roni."

"I'm so fucking hot," Veronica moaned. Her free hand clawed at her breast, her fingers circling the outline of her nipple beneath the fabric of her tight dress. She wanted to tear the dress down its seam. "W-what are you doing to me?" she choked.

"You're an Alpha now, Roni!" Madison laughed. "Being a hungry slut is a requirement."

"I'm a hungry slut..." Veronica echoed. The image of Madison's lips had been replaced by the pink folds of her pussy. Tears streamed down Veronica's cheeks as she pulled the skirt of her dress up, exposing her naked, dripping pussy.

"This isn't right," Veronica gasped, her fingers rolling slowly over her swollen clit. "I need to tell my sisters..."

"Now, Roni," Madison sighed. "Why would you want to do that?"

"It's not right..." Veronica said between soft moans. Her eyes were closed, her tongue slipping out of her mouth. "I'm not right."

This was the problem with the smart ones. They were always fighting their conditioning.

"Listen: Roni," Madison said. Suddenly her voice was all Veronica could hear. "You're exactly what you're supposed to be. A living, breathing, slutty little fuckdoll. You've been that way you're whole life, you just couldn't see it. That feeling between your legs, that aching desire creeping over you, that pleasure beginning to spill over the edge? That's how your body responds to me. It only responds to me."

"Only you..."

"And you live for that feeling, don't you? You live for that reward."

"I do," Veronica's entire body melting at the sound of Madison's voice. "I fucking do..."

"I'm not going to make you do anything, Roni. You can go to your sisters now if you want to or," Madison paused, giving Veronica time to edge closer. She responded with a needy moan, her fingers picking up pace and pressure against her clit. "Or you can cum for me right now. You can't have it both ways, Roni."

Veronica whispered weakly, "Cum..."

"Speak louder, my dear."

"Please let me cum!"

"Cum for me," Madison growled.

"F-fuck!" Veronica's cries echoed beyond the closed doors of the conference room. They would be a whispered rumor in classrooms for the next week.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my mind!" she screamed as her body tipped over the edge into total sexual release. "Anything! I'll do anything for you, Mistress! Take me, take my sisters! I don't fucking care, I just need to obey!"

"They'll join you in time," Madison laughed. "But for now I need you on that council. When you're cleaned up, come to the house for further education."

"Yes, Mistress Madison," Veronica said through deep breaths.

"Alpha is everything," Madison said.

"There is only Alpha."

Madison's phone slipped absently from her hand and bounced off of the bedroom carpet. Her voice joined a chorus of moans bouncing off of the walls. Surrounding her were the slick, naked bodies of her properly mind-fucked Alpha sisters, partaking in their new evening ritual.

The girls were handpicked nightly by Madison and, between turns buried in their Mistress' pussy, paired off to fuck each other senseless.

It may not have been what Claire Petruzzi envisioned for her sorority when she drafted the house's mission statement that past summer, but down on the carpet grinding on Caroline Bishop's face, she didn't seem to mind. Both were eager to play a role in Madison's new design.

Sinking low into the armchair in the corner, the freshman Carla had her legs spread for upperclassman Gracie. Carla had recently undergone her own education and was taking full advantage of the household perks. Gracie was on her knees before Carla, proudly lapping at the young pledge's pussy. Carla lost track of the orgasms. They wrapped back around until it felt like a permanent state of pleasure. She bent her head back and moaned: "Obey. Serve. Fuck. Alpha."

On the opposite end of the bedroom, Angelica was paired off with another underclassman, Ashley. They were moving slower, but were just as starved for each other's bodies. Ashley had Angelica on her back, her hand exploring Angelica's wet pussy while her lips suckled at her tits.

"Just like that, baby," Angelica whispered. "Show me how well you obey."

And of course, at the center of it all was Madison Wells. She was down on the bed, her favorite Alpha pledge between her legs. But it wasn't just the feeling of Tina's tongue on her clit that made her cum—it was everything. The sex, the satisfied sounds of her conquests, Veronica's mantras repeated over the phone. She could feel the power washing over her as the orgasm hit her and she cried out just like any other Alpha.

The naked bodies of her sisters in twisted ecstasy appeared like dancing shapes through her blurred vision.

"A kingdom," Madison said quietly.

Tina looked up through glassy eyes, her chin dripping sex. "What was that my Mistress?"

"A kingdom," Madison repeated. "I don't want a sorority, or a school, or a campus. I want a kingdom."

#hypnokink #mind control #brainwashed #series: alphas #hypno story #i felt bad that most of this post was goofy sorority drama and i uh i may have overcorrected in the back half

[honeymoonswan]

heyy girlyy (heard u were bored)

do u have any movie or music recommandations ? i really need something new… love u 🫶🏻

Yayyy I love this question 🎀

Just was sitting with my mom to make a list and here's it :

Movies

The love witch

Black swan

Literally every Sofia Coppola movie and if u didn't like them come and kill me istg

Almost famous

Daydream nation

Paris ,Texas

Mulholland drive

Georgia rule

Layla 4 ever

Scarface

The wolf of wall street

Bring it on (every movie, it was literally my childhood lol)

Lisa Frankenstein

Femme fatale

Babylon ( I'd die to watch it for the first time again )

Fresh (if u like it u need therapy btw I love it lol)

Once upon a time in hollywood

Pulp fiction

True romance

Ghost (my mom recommended that for u lol)

Every gean luc Godard movie cuz it's the true art of cinema I adore him and I finished every movie of his, he's basically Sofia Coppola for 60s French sad girls

Roman Holiday

Some like it hot

Daisies

Lolita

The crush 1993

The witch 2015

Bonnie and Clyde 1967 ( the best movie ever)

Big eyes

A walk to remember ( my mom forced me to watch it at 8 because I didn't like the idea of love )

The hating game

Last night in soho (ate)

American psycho (super girly movie)

Pearl and x and maxxxine is gonna be out on July (fav movie after love witch)

Dark shadows and a cure of wellness and scary stories to tell in the dark ( I watched them at 7 no wonder why I'm the most lana del rey insane girl ever plus lana sang in the last movie)

Blue velvet

Ready or not

Carrie 1976( mom forced me to watch it at 8 ig and that's why I hate people)

500 days of summer (so scary )

Fight club

The craft

Red eye (Cillian Murphy supermercy and fuck I watched it while I was alone at home and it turned out my whole personality which leads me to love ultraviolence)

Practical magic

Aquamarine

Closer

The breakfast club

Gone girl (my mom is on Amy's husband side so don't think she's cool or something)

Girl interrupted

Dirty dancing 1987

Funny face

Sabrina

The notebook (my father cried to this movie 💀)

Monte carlo

Mean Girls

Jennifer's body ( istg I watched it at 9 and I think it left something for lesbianism inside me)

American beauty

Grease (born to die coded)

Clueless

Freaky Friday

Breakfast at Tiffany's

The great Gatsby (if u liked daisy u need help)

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Uptown girls

Malena

Gilda

Valley of the dolls

Rebecca

Vertigo

La prima notte di quiete

Songs

Atomic by blondie

Don't you forget about me by simple mind

Favorite by Isabel la rosa

I like the way you kiss me by artemas

So American by Olivia Rodrigo

Let it happen by tame impala

Radioactive by marina

We r who we r by kesha

Rumors by Lindsay lohan

Et tu dance avec Lui by c.jérôme

Girls on film by Duran duran

Baby I love you by Ramones

La fin du monde by juniore

Champagne coast by blood orange

Dear society by Madison beer (is on Lana's instagram highlights)

Every breath you take by the police

You can never tell by chuck berry

Ladyfingers by herb alpert

Heavy metal lover by Lady gaga

Killer queen by Queen

Bambino by dalida

Gourmandises by alizée

Somebody to love by Leighton Meester

Uptown girl by Billy Joel

À touts les filles (I forgot by who)

Mon amour mon Amie (forgot by who)

Monster high fright song

Tu veux ou tu veux pas by Brigitte bardot

And literally every lana song and the Lizzy grant unreleased

Literally gave u the best work ever mwahh 💋🎀

[half-man-half-lime]

Brockton Bay Book Club/Dissecting Worm non-hate post:

Okay they're talking about Aegis and Gallant getting frequent side-scenes to set them up as supposedly important before Leviathan ultimately ends up killing them.

This is good, but there should also be scenes with Browbeat, where he frequently works into conversation that he might be Moose from Ward. Or possibly Madison the bully.

#Parahumans #Worm #Wildbow #so far lots of little stuff I don't like #but it's the sorta stuff where there would be different opinions from mine across the fandom so it's hard to get *that* offended

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Movie night 🍿💞

Summary; It's movie night in the Munson household and y/n reflects on her history with Eddie.

Request from @borhapgirlforlife19 ❤

Can I request a fluffy Eddie Munson x reader oneshot where reader and Eddie are on the couch watching a movie with their two kids and reader watches the adorable sight of the kids cuddled up to Eddie and reader can’t help but to think about how far they have come and how her and Eddie couldn’t stand each other when they first met but when they got to know each other they ended up falling in love and eventually got married and have the family they do now?

Warnings; fluff ❤ soft Eddie. Eddie being a secret Disney fan 💛

This was one of y/n's favourite sights. Her and Eddie's two girls were cuddled into their daddy and watching a Disney movie.

It was movie night in the Munson household.

Eddie feigned that he couldn't stand the cheesy storylines and music but she had caught him singing along a fair few times.

You bet she would tease him about it too.

"Some of them are catchy alright sweetheart? I can't help it if they get stuck in my head!" Secretly she thought it was very cute.

Honestly, being here with Eddie like this is something y/n never thought would happen a few years back.

In high school, she and Eddie did not get on well at all she was a cheerleader and he was the "freak" of the school.

It's not like she hated him because secretly she thought he was very sexy it's just his attitude rubbed her up the wrong way.

That all changed in the latter half of senior year when Chrissy Cunningham died. Chrissy was her best friend and her gruesome death along with a few others rocked the town.

A lot of people blamed Eddie and The Hellfire Club as Satanic Panic was sweeping over America and believed the group was a cult and summoned evil and caused demonic activity.

Y/n knew no Dungeons and Dragons club could do this and never believed the town hysteria so she went to Eddie's friend Dustin to offer her help.

She joined him and a few others (Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley and Max Mayfield ) in taking some provisions to where he was hiding out in Reefer Ricks's home.

At first, Eddie was hesitant to accept her help and they bickered and traded insults until she yelled out that yeah he was a pain in the ass but she knew in her heart that he never committed any murders.

She knew Eddie could never do the things that people were accusing him of and Dustin seeing them calm down in each other's presence explained how people weren't far off when they talked about Hawkin's being cursed.

That's when she and Eddie were thrown into the world of Vecna, mind flayers and The Upside Down.

Thankfully, Vecna was stopped by a super-powered girl called El so everyone else in town managed to be safe.

Throughout the whole ordeal, she grew close to Eddie and with Jim Hopper being back from the dead/rescued from a Russian prison, she helped him clear Eddie's name.

She and Eddie fell in love during that time, all the long talks, taking care of him after the demo bats attack - the fact he protected her and Dustin without a second thought, getting to truly know each other helped build a bond that was unbreakable.

Within a year they were married and a year after Madison was born. Ella followed two years after her sister.

Y/n loved her family, Eddie was an amazing, devoted husband and father.

She feels Eddies gaze on her, full of such love and adoration.

"Hey, angel come on in and join the cuddles". He says to her and Ella squeals giggling when Eddie tickles her.

"Yeah, mama. Join us". Ella and Maddie yell and she's pulled into the cuddle fest by Eddie who peppers kisses over her face.

"Now I'm very happy because my three beautiful girls are cuddling me". Eddie beams smugly and she smiles nestled into his chest as Ella and Madison burrow into the blankets and watch the movie.

Eddie sings along softly to the songs seeming particularly fond of Everybody wants to be a cat.

God, she loves him so much. He catches her looking and blushes a bit and pulls her into a deep kiss, he nuzzles her neck and noticing the girls are asleep carries them to their rooms and tucks them in bed.

Then he proceeds to kiss her again and rests his head on top of hers.

"I love you, princess".

"I love you too Ed's". He gets a naughty glint in his eyes and pulls her to the bedroom slipping off her dress the minute they are behind closed doors.

❤

#eddie munson fluff #dad eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you

[babyharleezy]

The imagine could be based on this video https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNkUFJV7/?k=1 instead of Madison Beer was yn and her ex boyfriend (any guy u want) but at the end she was dating with Jack Harlow

you deserve better

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: oo okay this is gonna be an interesting one link

tag list: @creme-delacreme @wittyjasontodd @harlowcomehome @sealpuptrash @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow

jack harlow had made a big name for himself. he was easy to like. he was sweet but a perfectionist when it came to his work. sooner or later he found himself looking for an assistant. after many many interviews he didn't find anyone, up until the last interview. neelam was the one interviewing and jack would be on a zoom call with neelam so he can be present without actually being there. you just so happened to be the last interview. you were head strong, confident, serious about your work, and you also were a perfectionist like jack. which is why he was so drawn to you, and he gave you the job immediately. well, neelam gave you the job immediately.

you got the job about three years ago. you and jack quickly became very close to each other. you always had a small crush on him but you knew you couldn't act on it considering he was your boss and you also had a boyfriend. you two were always stuck to each other, mainly because of your job. he needed you at all hours and you honestly loved your job, it kept you busy. within the three years jack had a massive crush on you, he didn't care that you worked for him and he hated how you had a boyfriend. but he just wanted you to be happy, whether that was with or without him. he always made an effort to invite you and YOUR boyfriend to places. it wasn't odd to invite your boyfriend since he was also an artist as well. jack hated charlie (puth) but for you, he acted like he loved him.

tonight jack decided to go out the the club and have one last chill, party night before tour starts up again. of course all of his friends and team were there. you were excited to go out and enjoy the night. truthfully your relationship with charlie has been on edge. everyone saw how he treated you so horribly. but you loved him and he didn't always treat you horribly. but as of lately you had just become over all of the shit. so you hoped a night out would help. you were wrong. within minutes of getting into the club, charlie darted to the bar area and he took 4 shots. great you thought. the group and you made your way to the vip section, jack asking you if you were okay because you look irritated. "yeah jack i'm okay. don't worry about me. you have to enjoy one of your last nights before tour. you're gonna be hella tired" you said, trying to get his attention off of you and onto him. he didn't fall for it. he just chose to keep an eye on you tonight. as some time passed by jack spoke up again. "where's charlie?" jack asked. and you had wondered the same thing. the both of your eyes darting around to find your boyfriend. both your eyes and jacks eyes land on charlie making out with some blonde. you were furious. you excused your self and made your way to charlie. you dragged him out of the club within seconds.

"are you fucking serious right now" you yelled. you were frustrated and that led to you crying. "what did you expect me to do? my girlfriend hasn't been satisfying my needs" charlie yelled back. at this point paparazzi's were across the street taking pictures and videos, good thing they couldn't hear anything. the group you had came in with had also made their way outside, going to another club. jack had seen you out of the corner of his eyes and he got neelam's attention quick. the both of them bolting toward you.

"you know what charlie, fuck you. i want all of your shit out of my house in the next 24 hours before i burn all of it to the fucking ground" you yell and push him away from you. you made your way into jack's arms and he instantly took you in, kissing your forehead. "oh i knew you were fucking mr. kfc" charlie spat. "we're not fucking, unlike you i'm loyal. mr. kfc probably has better dick than you" you yelled back in anger before walking away with jack and neelam.

"hey i'll see you guys later. y/n and i are gonna go home" jack announced the group. "jack i'm fine. go enjoy. i'm just gonna go home with neelam" you said. "nah you going home with me. my home is your home now. i'm glad you're done with that clown. i been wanting you ever since i laid my eyes on you" jack said while making y'all's way into the car. "jack are you serious? i've liked you too but i obviously couldn't act on my feelings because i work for you, so i ended up getting a boyfriend" you say in shock.

that whole incident was a year ago. jack took you to his house that night and you never left. you were grateful for him. even the paparazzi pictures showed how much happier you were with jack. "hey baby, you ready to head out?" jack asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. "yeah, i'm reading. Louisville bound" you holler, making jack giggle.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for February 1, 2014; #45.

Chosen Few, The “No Fun On The Beaches”

Shirks, The “Cry Cry Cry”

Vicious, The “Dead Town

Hussy, The “Social Critique Of Madison”

Brain F≠ “So Dim”

Zygoteens, The “The River”

Ex-Cult “MPD”

Leather Nun / Ladernunnan “Ensam I Natt”

MegaCools “Fun Police 2”

Self-Defense Family “I Hate Young People, I Hate Fun”

Touche Amore “Is Survived By”

Sloths “Medication”

Total Abuse “Banned In Austin”

Bikini Kill “Jigsaw Youth”

Infinite Light Ltd. “ The Bullet Sent To Kill Me Is On Its Way”

Self-Defense Family “Apport Birds”

Death Engine “Amen”

Death Engine “Gun”

Cutthroats 9, The “Can’t Do A Thing”

Racebannon “Fox Boogie”

Pigface “Satellite: Needle In The Groove (No Damage Done)”

Corrections House “Hoax The System”

Buzzherd “Rise And Fall”

Neurosis “Sterile Vision”

Deafheaven “Please Remember”

Celan “Train Of Thought”

Cleanteeth “Collision Specialist”

Cleanteeth “Blame Canada”

J.J. Paradise Players’ Club “Music For A Dying Man”

Deluxe noise rock, garage, doom, sludge, and devastation.

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #noise rock #garage #doom #sludge #devastation #Cleanteeth #Celan #Deafheaven #Corrections House #Racebannon #Cutthroats 9 #J.J. Paradise Players’ Club #Self Defense Family #Bikini Kill #Touche Amore #Leathernun #Ex-Cult #Zygoteens #Hussy #Brain F≠

[1000-year-old-virgin]

200 Best Songs of 2023

Janine - If I Call *FAVE SONG OF THE YEAR*

Kim Petras - Brrr

Sam Smith, Koffee, Jessie Reyez - Gimme

ILIRA - Work of Art

Joseph - Nervous System

Mariah the Scientist ft. 21 Savage - 77 degrees

PinkPantheress & Ice Spice – Boy's a liar Pt. 2

Ryan Destiny - Lie Like That

Latto ft. LU KALA - Lottery

Chrissy Chlapecka - I'm So Hot

Ashnikko - Don't Look at It

serpentwithfeet - Gonna Go

Don Toliver ft. Lil Durk & GloRilla- Leave The Club

Don Toliver ft. James Blake - Let Her Go

Miley Cyrus - Flowers

Miley Cyrus - River

Meghan Trainor - Mother

Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj - Princess Diana (Remix)

Melanie Martinez - DEATH

Natalie Jane - Seeing You With Other Girls

Amelia Moore feat. jxdn - FUMD

Ashnikko - You Make Me Sick!

Flo Milli ft. Lola Brooke & Maiya The Don - Conceited (Remix)

Flo Milli ft. Monaleo & Gloss Up - Bed Time (Remix)

Astrid S - Come First

Ashnikko - Want It All

salem ilese - PainHub

Libianca ft. Ayra Starr & Omah Lay - People (Remix)

Labrinth ft. Billie Eilish - Never Felt So Alone

Katie Belle - The Best You'll Ever Have

Emilie Nicolas - Everyday

Donna Missal - Flicker

Donna Missal - Out of Me

Donna Missal - Move Me

Donna Missal - God Complex

Donna Missal - I Saw God

LØLØ ft. girlfriends- 5,6,7,8

Jackson Wang & Ciara - Slow

Troye Sivan - Can't Go Back, Baby

Baby Tate & Saweetie - Hey, Mickey! (Remix)

Shania Twain - Number One

Shania Twain - Got It Good

Empress Of ft. Rina Sawayama - Kiss Me

NLE Choppa ft. SexyyRed / Sukihana - Slut Me Out (Remix)

Maggie Lindemann, Siiickbrain - deprecating

Ed Sheeran - The Hills of Aberfeldy

Rita Ora ft. Fatboy Slim Praising You (Fatboy Slim Remix)

Tyla & Ayra Starr - Girl Next Door

Kesha - Only Love Can Save Us Now

Ciara ft. Lola Brooke & Lady London - Da Girls (Girls Mix)

Jeremy Zucker - OK

CXLOE - Flight Risk

Josh Levi - See Low

Josh Levi - BIRTHDAY DANCE

Alex Vaughn & Summer Walker - So Be It (Remix)

Alex Vaughn & Ari Lennox - Demon Time (Remix)

Taylor Swift ft. Ice Spice - Karma (Remix)

Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey - Snow On The Beach (More Lana Del Rey Edit)

Boris The Lucid - BOYFRIEND

Carrie Underwood - Take Me Out

Libianca - Jah

Conan Gray - Never Ending Song

The Aces - Always Get This Way

Madison Beer ft. Timbaland - Home To Another One (Remix)

Äyanna - Girlfriend

Nicki Minaj & Ice Spice ft. Aqua – Barbie World

Rita Ora - That Girl

Rita Ora - Unfeel It

Tanerelle - Feel Good Inc. X Sidetracked (Perfect Lover Mash Up)

Sleater-Kinney - Hell

Saweetie ft. YG & Tyga - BIRTHDAY

Mae Stephens ft. Meghan Trainor - Mr Right

Brooke Candy - FMUATW

Ben Kessler - When I Hate Myself

Eliott ft. Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Happy On My Own

Reneé Rapp - Pretty Girls

Leah Kate - Bored

Chappell Roan - HOT TO GO!

Rina Sawayama ft. Amaarae - Imagining

GAYLE - Leave Me For Dead

Selena Gomez - Single Soon

Äyanna - Change Your Life

Julia Wolf - Wishbone

Cloudy June - Devil Is A Woman

Anne-Marie ft. Shania Twain - UNHEALTHY

Leaf ft. Bandmanrill, DJ Drewski - 2 Freaky

Olivia O'Brien - I should've fucked your brother

SIIICKBRAIN - Psychopath

Adekunle Gold - Do You Mind?

Duncan Laurence - I Do

Dizzy - Open Up Wide

Leigh-Anne ft. Ayra Starr - My Love

Troye Sivan – Got Me Started

Cate - Girlfriend

NERIAH - Falling 4 Somebody

Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Bongos

Amelia Moore - Over My Ex

Johnny Orlando - Boyfriend

Tyla - Water

Tems - Me & U

Mette - Mama's Eyes

Wrabel - Beautiful Day

Chxrry22 - MORE

Norah Jones - Can You Believe

Kanii ft. Trippie Redd - sins (let me in) [Remix]

Niall Horan & Lizzy McAlpine - You Could Start A Cult (Encore Version)

Travis Scott ft. Beyoncé - DELRESTO (ECHOES)

Addison Rae ft. Charli XCX - 2 Die 4

Gyakie - Rent Free

Kim Petras - Hit It From The Back

Kim Petras ft. Banks - Bait

Kim Petras - Dirty Things

K. Michelle - Blame Yourself

Sunnitharapper ft. Salma Slims - Moody

Troye Sivan - One of Your Girls

Lady London ft. Jeremih - Do Something

Zara Larsson, David Guetta - On My Love

cassö, RAYE, D-Block Europe - Prada

Serpentwithfeet- Damn Gloves

Dove Cameron - Still

Kenya Grace - Paris

Dua Lipa - Houdini

Tokischa ft. Sexyy Red - Daddy

Zach Seabaugh - Helium Balloons

COBRAH - 10/10

COBRAH - BAD POSITION

COBRAH - TEQUILA

Clinton Kane - PANIC ATTACK

Megan Thee Stallion - Cobra

Nick Wilson - For You It Was Him

Nick Wilson - Way Back

Ice Spice - Deli

Enchanting - Needy

SZA - Kill Bill

Kylie Minogue - Padam Padam

Summer Walker - Girls Need Love (Girls Mix) ft. Tyla / Victoria Monet / Tink

Tate McRae - exes

Tove Lo - I like u

Kim Petras - Je T'Adore

Doechii - Booty Drop

Kim Petras - Claws

Sam Smith & Madonna - VULGAR

Kim Petras - uhoh

Borgore x Cupcakke x Chase Icon - Abracadabra

Clinton Kane - DISAPPEAR

Nicki Minaj - Big Difference

Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday Girls

Charli XCX ft. Sam Smith - In The City

Reneé Rapp ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Not My Fault

Flo Milli - Never Lose Me

Kim Petras - Thousand Pieces

Kim Petras - Minute

Charli XCX - Speed Drive (jamesjamesjames Remix)

Chrissy Chlapecka - BRAT

The Last Dinner Party - My Lady of Mercy

Shania Twain - Waking Up Dreaming

Nicki Minaj - Fallin 4 U

Jessie Ware ft. Pabllo Vittar -Pearls (Brabo Remix)

Shania Twain - Queen Of Me

Chiké, Oxlade - Spell [Remix]

Anycia - REFUND

Lah Pat ft. Flo Milli - Rodeo (Remix)

Biig Piig - This Is What They Meant

Niall Horan - Save My Life

Bronze Avery - Sex In The Room

Ava Max - Cold As Ice

Peach PRC - F U Goodbye

Suzanne Sheer - Off Limits

Nicki Minaj - FTCU

Madison Rose - Girls Girls Girls

Kaliii ft. GloRilla - Can't Get 'Em

BIA - FALLBACK

Miley Cyrus - Jaded

Kylie Minogue - You Still Get Me High

Miley Cyrus - Violet Chemistry

Miley Cyrus ft. Sia - Muddy Feet

Bebe Rexha - Visions (Don't Go)

Coi Leray - My Body

Coi Leray ft. Saucy Santana - Spend It

Maiya The Don - Luv U Better

The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters

IDK ft. Jucee Froot & Saucy Santana - Pinot Noir

Tinashe - Uh Huh

Nicki Minaj - Beep Beep

Nicki Minaj - Pink Birthday

Duckwrth - Big Bewts

Nicki Minaj - My Life

Trippie Redd & BANKS - Saint Michael Myers

Tamera - Frozen

Shygirl & CoSha - Thicc

Ari Lennox - Get Close

Flo Milli - Fruit Loop

Mette - For The People

Amaarae - Angels in Tibet

Jamila Woods ft. Saba - Practice

Rachel Chinouriri - Maybe I’m Lonely

Jonah Kagen - Save My Soul

The OMG Girlz - Lover Boy

Karin Ann - A Stranger With My Face

Victoria Monet - Alright

2022's List

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[theanonauthorfanfic]

New Girl in Town

18+

Warnings: Swearing and sex. 

Scroll to continue reading or read at ao3 

Eddie had been pacing around for weeks. He did not know how he was going to approach the new campaign for Hellfire. He had been trying to get it set up for the one last hurrah before he graduated. He was making some money from the sales he was getting since party season was picking up. He was spending most of his time either dealing or spending time to come up with tortuous campaign he wanted to drag the club through. He wanted to show them something sadistic and fun to play. Eddie sighed leaning back on his bed and looking to where his sweetheart hung. He closed all his folders and notebooks for the campaign. He just needed some inspiration. Which bard does not need music to inspire and invoke inspiration in others. Eddie chuckled. He grabbed the mammoth of a guitar off the wall where she hung over his mirror. He had been practicing playing his favorite metal songs. He had The Trooper down when he was playing and For Whom the Bell Tolls.

Eddie got lost in playing For Whom the Bell Tolls. His other friends and members of Corroded Coffin always joked about how he always plays covers for his favorite songs when he was by himself. They normally play their own music on Tuesday’s at the Hideout in town. Sometimes when he wanted to, they would play some covers. All of the band knew how to play the songs he loved the most. Each of them had a meaning to him. He had a mom that ditched out and a dad in prison which is why his Uncle Wayne was raising him. He had raised him since he was 12. His dad showed him until he was caught how to jack cars and hotwire. He never wanted to be like his dad. Eddie shook his head trying to get out of his own mind. He started to get back into playing his favorite Iron Maiden songs. He felt more relaxed than he had an hour ago when he was struggling with the campaign. That is when it hit him. He would use Vecna and make it a “Cult of Vecna”. It would be the most sadistic with the emotional pain and turmoil it would causes his players. Eddie smiled and couldn’t wait to introduce the crew to it. Dustin would be excited for it.

 The next day Eddie was excited to talk to the Hellfire crew at lunch about the new campaign. When he got to the lunchroom and sat down in his normal spot he waited for the crew. He had just come from Ms. O’Donnell’s class which he was pretty sure he was going to pass with a D this year. He was excited to graduate so he could leave Hawkins and finally get his band big and plan places like Madison Square Garden in New York. That was the dream, he wanted to be a rockstar like Metallica, Ozzy, Dio and Iron Maiden. He could then be himself unapologetically without the culture of Hawkins and bullies beating the piss out of him. He spoke loudly for everyone at the table since he had to take care of his little sheep. He talked about his plans for the new campaign and how it would be his best one yet. That was when he noticed the new girl walk in the lunchroom. He was wearing Chuck’s and ripped up jeans. She was definitely not from Hawkins. He would have known if another metalhead especially a female metalhead lived in Hawkins.

  Y/N hated that her parents dragged her ass her to Hawkins bumfuck Indiana. She missed Massachusetts. She missed being able to take a bus to New York and enjoy shows at both Madison Square Garden and Boston Garden. She missed her friends that would be great with just enjoying the music she wants to listen to. She has no one here. Her father told her to make some friends with people from the cheerleading team and basketball team. Y/N tried not to gag when he said that. He obviously didn’t know his own daughter. She carried her Walkman with her and her Metallica and Black Sabbath cassettes with her in her backpack. She entered the lunchroom and noticed a crew that looked like her friends back home. She felt a pang of relief and started heading that way towards them. That is when this blonde moron grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“Excuse you, fuck face,” Y/N tried tugging her wrist away.

“Name is Jason. You don’t want to be part of the freaks sweet cheeks,” Jason talked down to her.

“Maybe, I already am. You don’t know me. I want you to let me go,” Y/N demanded.

Jason squeezed her wrist tighter. “Sweetheart, you don’t really want to be a Freak! You want to be cheerleader like my girlfriend Chrissy.” Jason points over to his girlfriend who smiles at him.

Y/N thought to herself who is going to tell him that she is pregnant, and it can be seen in her stomach. “FUCK OFF!! I want to be with people who actually look like that would care about me and what I want not just me looking good.” Y/N snatched her wrist back.

Chrissy leaned towards you and whispered, “You don’t know what you just did.”

Y/N scoffed and walked toward the table she had her eyes set one when she first walked in the room.

  Eddie’s eyes went wide. He watched this beautiful chick put Jason in his place. Chrissy Cunningham queen of Hawkins High mentioned something to her. This pretty amazing badass woman was walking towards his table with his crew.

Y/N said, “Hi, I’m Y/N. I was hoping I could join you for lunch since you all look like my friends back home.”

“This is Hellfire’s table, and you are not a part of it,” Mike responded.

“Mike, shut up. If the lady wants to sit with us since she is new to Hawkins High, she can. I’m Eddie,” Eddie gestured her to sit down.

Y/N sat down, and Eddie walked over to sit next to her. Which he has never done to any of the other members. “Thank you, Eddie. I hate being the new kid in a new school for senior year.”

“Anytime Y/N. So, what brings you to Hawkins,” Eddie asks.

“My fathers new job. He didn’t consider that I was going to hate it and probably be bullied for being a metalhead female. He never thinks.” Y/N looks down, “Sorry, I am still very pissed at him.” The entirety of the table has been stunned by watching this interaction between Eddie and the new girl.

“It’s okay, you are allowed to be upset for being uprooted without your input. Lunch is almost over we should hang out after school,” Eddie states.

“I would enjoy that. I am not interrupting anything right,” Y/N asks.

“Nah, D&D night is in a few days. You are good sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and gets up and grabs his lunch box.

As soon as he saw you headed out of the lunchroom, and he was away from the crew. He skipped his next few classes. He needed to chill out plus he had a deal to do with Chrissy which he thought was weird as fuck.

Chrissy had begged him to get some product. He had denied her for almost a week. He didn’t feel right about it. He was not going to sell her anything stronger than weed.

   Y/N was liking that Eddie had welcomed her so fast to that table. She did not think she would be accepted since they seemed like a tight knit group. She was excited to get to know him outside of school. Y/N was ready for the day to be over. She glided through the rest of the day. She walked into the bathroom and noticed someone was throwing up.

“Are you okay,” Y/N asked.

“Please go away,” someone responded.

Y/N squatted down and looked under the stalls. She was trying to see who it was. She noticed the pink backpack. Y/N shook her head, “Are you sure you are alright?”

“Go Away,” Chrissy screamed.

Y/N mumbled, “Fine”. She made her way out of the bathroom. For someone who wanted to make sure no one knew she was pregnant she was throwing up in a very public and very trafficked school bathroom.

Y/N made her way out of the school and to the parking lot. She was ready to meet up with Eddie. She thought she could have a crew like she did when she lived in Massachusetts. She was done with wanting to be there at the worst place she has ever been. She has been treated like shit from teachers, other students except the Hellfire group. Y/N shook her head and wondered off into the wooded area behind the football field. She wanted to be alone and just wait for school to be over. She needed to find a way out of this hell hole or make friends with the Hellfire group even though she never played D&D at all.

Y/N flung her bag on the picnic table that has seen way too many kids get drunk out here. It was the local let’s get drunk spot probably after a football game or basketball game. She put her headphones on and jammed out to the Metallica cassette that she had enjoyed losing herself in. Y/N hadn’t noticed anyone coming up behind her.

  Eddie headed out to the spot her told Chrissy to meet him at. When he headed out here early, he didn’t expect to see Y/N already here at the table with headphones on jamming to whatever she was listening to. She was reading a well-worn paperback novel. Eddie knew that dealing to Chrissy was the dumbest thing he would every do. He needed the money for gas though and getting the band to the Hideout on Tuesdays for their gigs. He shook his head and realized he needed to get Y/N out of here before Chrissy showed up so he could finish the deal and go. Eddie reached out gently touched Y/N shoulder.

“What the fuck,” Y/N yelled as she whipped off her headphones.

“Whoa, hey, hey, hey. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie took in her frightened looked. “You, okay?”

“Yeah, didn’t expect anyone to come out here,” Y/N responded still calming down.

“Most people don’t know about this place unless they have been here before. This is where I do most of my deals during school,” Eddie confesses.

“You probably shouldn’t be dealing during school. Especially to people on the cheer team,” Y/N looks at her hands playing with here rings.

Eddie looked at her quizzically, “What did you mean by that?”

“I know, I have only been here for a few days in Hawkins. I do pay attention. I have seen Chrissy approach you multiple times. She is pregnant I am pretty sure and wants drugs probably something stronger than weed to cause a miscarriage. So, she doesn’t have to tell Jason,” Y/N let the information fall from her lips.

“Why don’t we get out of here and go back to my place,” Eddie suggested.

“Skipping the rest of school, I like it. Let’s go and get away from this shit hole,” Y/N smiled. Eddie smiled back and helped her up. Eddie wanted nothing more than to see here smile more than anything. She instantly made his day brighter when she was around.

“Come on Y/N. We take my van back to my place and hang out. I have a feeling that’s gonna be better than what the rest of today is actually going to bring,” Eddie grabbed her hand and led her back to his van. “So, this is my stead, my lady.”

Y/N laughed, “Why thank you good sir.” She got into the passenger side of his van and placed her backpack at her feet. Eddie hopped into the driver’s side, and they took off. Eddie turned on Metallica and jammed out with the cassette full blast. Y/N smiled and sang along. Eddie looked over and noticed she was jamming to the music and fully singing the songs. Eddie was shocked but impressed.

They arrived at his trailer. “Uh, Welcome to my castle,” Eddie leads the way into his home. “Sorry for the mess. The maid hasn’t been by this week.”

“Uh, do you live here alone,” Y/N asked.

“With my uncle. He works nights at the plant. Bringing home, the big bucks,” Eddie retorted.

Y/N walked in, so she was no just standing on the living room. “So where in your home do you want to hang out?”

“Let’s hang out in my room,” Eddie gestured back toward where it would be. Y/N followed Eddie back to where his room is. Eddie was nervous since he hasn’t had someone in is room other than his guy friends.

Y/N grabbed Eddie’s face and pulled him in for a kiss when they finally got all the way into his room. Y/N wanted to do that all day and just decided then to do it.

Eddie pulled back panting after that kiss. “Y/N, why did you kiss me?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you, Eddie? You make me laugh and we get along. I felt like it and went for it. I am not from Hawkins, and I don’t care what the damn town thinks,” Y/N rolled her eyes responding in her very matter of fact ways. “Did you not like it? Did you not want me to kiss you?” She started to spiral in her own head as she slowly asked the questions. Not really leaving room for Eddie to respond.

“I didn’t think you would want to kiss me. You are way to good for me,” Eddie replied softly. He was spiraling n his own head. Just because he always had this larger-than-life personality it was just a front, he put on for everyone else when it came to anxiety and not fitting in or being liked by people, he kicked himself a lot. “I know you hate Hawkins. I wanted you to feel less lonely and less like you hated it here.”

“You are the only person who has actually made me feel welcome or even like I can be apart of a group again. You other members of your club don’t seem to like me,” Y/N sat down on Eddie’s bed playing with her fingers. “I’m sorry for kissing you without your permission.”

Eddie sat down next to Y/N, “Its okay that you kissed me. I actually have thought since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to do that. You are beautiful and I didn’t think you wanted to be seen with me.”

“Eddie, I liked that you were different from every other shitty person in Hawkins,” Y/N grabbed his face and smiled. “I am going to kiss you again.” She leaned in and started to kiss Eddie softly. Eddie entwined his fingers in her hair and kissed back passionately. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and pulled her into his lap. Y/N whimpered into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Eddie started to kiss over to her jaw and down her neck. Y/N wound her hands into his hair and lightly pulled.

“You like that Y/N,” Eddie asked.

“Yes...s,” Y/N slurred out. Eddie smirked against her neck and continued down her neck. He started to gently nip and bite. He started to suck hard enough to leave a bruise. Eddie’s hand slipped under her shirt and got her to raise her arms.

“Is this okay,” Eddie asked wanting to make sure she was still on board with this.

“Yes, Eddie,” Y/N replied as she reached down and quickly yanked her shirt off tossing it somewhere on his floor. Eddie just stared at her breasts as the heaved in her bra. She has a cute black lace bra on. Eddie at once grabs her breasts and starts to knead at them.

“You are so fucking beautiful sweetheart. Wearing such naughty things under your clothes thinking no one was going to see them,” Eddie mumbles mainly to himself.

“Eddie, feels good,” Y/N softly moaned. Eddie unclasped the bra and slowly slid her arms out of it while he peeled it away from her body, he attached his lips to her right nipple and sucked while his left hand molded itself around her left breast kneading and pinching her other nipple. Y/N started to grind herself on Eddie. Her hips started to rock crotch to crotch. Eddie was grunting against her breast as she was whimpering every time her jeans would catch his hard cock against her clit. “Eddie need more.”

“Need to feel you sweetheart,” Eddie impatiently flipped Y/N on her back under him as her ripped off his shirt. He looked at her through lust blown eyes and leaned over and kissed her wantonly. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off taking her matching panties with them. He watched as she started to run her fingers over her pussy. Y/N started to rub small circles over her clit whimpering every time it felt good. He watched her glisten more and more. Eddie yanked off his jeans and boxers. His hand reaching out to rub over her swollen pussy as he stroked his cock.

“Need to feel you Eddie,” Y/N moaned as she dipped her fingers into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie moaned around her fingers and lined himself up. He bucked his hips and slid in slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N you feel so good. So, fucking tight.” Eddie moaned. His hips took over and slowly pulled out and pushed back in. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms pulled his torso closer to her. She wanted him to kiss her as he fucked her. Eddie kissed her sloppily as he tried to cum to early.

Y/N arched her back and pushed her hips closer to his. Eddie started to piston in deeper hitting her g-spot. “Eddie don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Y/N begged as she neared her orgasm. Ready to wash over her. Her walls starting to clamp down around Eddie’s cock so tight it was hard to pull out and thrust in. He was using short burst to keep the pace and thrusts. Y/N clawed at his back as she came on his cock. Her orgasm triggering his own and he thrusted twice more before jamming his hips forward and grunting in her ear as he ejaculated in her pussy.

“Shit, Sorry. I didn’t think to pull out,” Eddie started to panic.

“Eddie, I wanted you to cum inside me. I am on birth control. You are all good,” Y/N reassured. Eddie slowly pulled out and watched as some of his cum followed as he was dripping out of her. “I am gonna use your bathroom. Be right back.” Y/N grabbed his shirt tossed it on and headed to his bathroom. She came back and pulled on her lace underwear.

“You’re beautiful,” Eddie stared.

“You keep saying that” Y/N replied.

“Its true sweetheart. I couldn’t take my eyes off you the first time I saw you,” Eddie admitted.

“Let’s cuddle,” Y/N climbed back in bed with Eddie who was now dawning his boxers.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie x reader #eddie #Joseph quinn #Joseph Quinn smut #stranger things #dustin henderson #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #mike wheeler #hellfire stranger things

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More Than Us | Noah!Jack

summary: you learn that things never stay quite the same, a part of the noah!jack verse

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You hadn't been yourself, that much anyone could tell. Perhaps your queasiness and bumbling was due to Jack being away on tour, but you weren't someone who was unable to adjust. That much wasn't an option as a teen mom.

You had just celebrated your twenty-first birthday, and Noah's third was soon to follow. Jack threw you a beautiful surprise party, renting out an entire club, so you and your friends could bring in your new trip around the sun just right.

He had you in his lap all night long, his lips sponging to your neck as his cologne practically imprinted on you, while his hands skirted up the tiny dress you were wearing. He made you feel like sex goddess all night- perhaps too much.

"Girl," Maddie chuckled, watching you as you came out of the store restroom for the third time in the past three hours you had been out. "How much water have you been drinking?"

"I don't know." you answered awkwardly, and kissed Noah's forehead when he smiled at you from the front of his buggy, his chubby cheeks becoming a rose tint when you opened up the sucker he wanted.

"I'm worried about you." she murmured, and you turned around with a furrowed expression.

"How come?"

"Well, because. We were supposed to get out and go shopping together forever ago, but you've been sick or tired."

"Mama don't feel good?" Noah looked up from his picture book with wide eyes and you ran your fingers through his hair to pacify him.

"No, I'm okay, baby."

"So?" Maddie nudged at you, and you rolled your eyes before looking at her.

"So, what? I just haven't been feeling... top notch lately. It's just a lot of change going on with Jack being on tour. Fuck, that feels weird to say."

"Yeah, but for two weeks? I hate to say it, but I think you got a problem."

"Mmhmm." you hummed, reaching up to put Noah's favorite cookies in the back of the cart. "What problem do you think that is?"

"Oh, you know." she raised her eyebrows, and smirked.

"No, I don't."

"Come on! I know it's crossed your mind." she stopped in the middle of the aisle and you threw your hands up, before she laughed loudly. "You're pregnant again."

"What?!" you exclaimed uncharacteristically loud.

Even Noah flinched and looked at you with concern. "Okay, Mama?"

"No, your Auntie Maddie is insane. I'm not- that's not- that couldn't happen." you stammered, and she looked at you with a skeptical look.

"I won't tell, I swear."

"Madison, I'm not." you whispered, clutching onto the buggy and feeling lightheaded. "I couldn't be."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"What would make you think that?" you asked, feeling everything clam up and sweat bead on your forehead- because that was the last thing you were attributing to your latest symptoms.

"I-I don't know. The way you're always nauseous and having to pee. And don't tell Jack I said this, but your boobs look how they did when you were pregnant the first time." she said quietly, edging closer to you in the aisle as you stared at her. "I mean, it's totally possible you're not. It could just be... you know, Jack's tour."

"Maddie." you groaned, shaking your head and putting your head to your forehead. "What if I am?"

"Then it's okay! You and Jack are way better off than you were before, you know? You have your own place, y-you both have amazing jobs. I mean, you'll have your own classroom so soon." she attempted at soothing you, but you were still on the verge of a break down in the middle of a grocery store.

"A test can't hurt you."

After checking out, Noah had fallen asleep and left you and Maddie with enough time to sit in your bathroom and stare at each other while you hit the palm of your hand with the stick contemplatively.

"Was it worse taking the test with Noah?" she asked, snapping you out of your thoughts from her place on the bathroom counter.

"I mean, I didn't think I was actually pregnant. I just... I don't know, paranoid and now this could actually be happening."

"Should you wait for Jack to get back?"

"He doesn't have enough time to come home for three weeks. And Noah and I can't fly me and Noah out. We have to wait until he's close to us, so we can drive." you explained, sighing deeply and rubbing your forehead.

"Y/N, if you need to go see Jack, I'll look after Noah."

"I can't ask that of you, Mads." you sniffled, setting the test down and turning to look at her.

"You didn't ask. You're my best friend and you've done everything you can for me, so I will do everything I can to help you. Besides, I love watching Noah. He's my little friend." you smiled at her and gave her a tight hug before she hopped off the counter. "Take the test."

After you took the test, all you could do was sink to the floor and take a deep breath. You had gotten used to no longer thinking of where you imagined yourself being before you got pregnant, but you still hardly expected to be pregnant again so soon and at one of the worst possible times.

You weren't sure how you hadn't even suspected that you could be pregnant- which made considering how far along you could be even harder. Without even the confirmation of the test, you were already thinking of how another baby could change your life. You weren't even done with your college courses yet.

You felt so young and vulnerable on the floor as you stared up at Noah's hooded duck towel. It wasn't long ago, truly, that you were stepping out a bubbly bath and being carried out of the bathroom. Or even that long since you motherhood was a game, a game of play-pretend with baby dolls that whined until you discovered the off switch.

Your entire life seemed to be on a timer. One minute to have ice cream breakfast, another to play in the sandbox, and one to enjoy a moment before it slipped away if you were really lucky. Five minutes turned into five years before you realized. The same amount of time it took for you to stand to your feet and stare down at the test that- clear as day, showed two dark lines and a promise for change.

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You didn't even tell Jack that you were coming because you could hardly promise yourself that you would follow through. It was Jack's biggest show yet, playing at a venue in a big city that he sold out. You were on the phone with him moments before, listening to him tell you how much he loved you and Noah before he went on.

You had just enough time to make it to his hotel room just before he did. As you came into town, your heart swelled with pride as you saw all the people pouring out into the streets. The Uber driver who retrieved you from the airport even seemed impressed.

"My niece is there. I'm not really into all the new rap, but that Jack guy's got something special."

"I agree." you smiled fondly.

Even the mention of his name seemed to take away some of the weight the pregnancy test in your hoodie pocket bought.

In the hotel room, you almost had the urge to clean up all the mess he'd managed to make in one night. His bed sheets were half-way on the floor and his suitcase that you so tediously packed was all over the place. You were his makeshift stylist, putting together outfits and scolding him when he put a part of one outfit together with another. Still, though, he looked amazing in all the pictures that Urban sent you.

It wasn't until you were pacing the big room that you realized how nervous you were to see Jack in person and then welcome him with such big news. You kept pulling out the test to make sure you had read it right, a part of you hoping that you did.

You were busy trying to bring your nerves back together when Jack threw open the hotel room and stared at you. His mouth dropped open as you smiled at him, taking in every bit of him. From his height to the tight wife beater, jeans, and his old New Balances.

"What are you doing here?" he finally asked, opening his arms to scoop you up from the chair you couldn't get yourself to get out of it. "Baby, I was just talking about you!"

With his arms tight around you, and the smell of his soap and you were so grateful that he took a shower before he returned to the hotel, you felt more grounded than you could convey.

When you tuned into his sweet nothings, about how hard tour was and how much he missed you and being home, you felt guilty. For putting something else on his plate and mind. Jack could hardly pull you away when you started to sob, your hand clutching his hair.

"I'm sorry." you cried out when you saw his face, eyebrows knitted in concern. "I'm so sorry."

"Baby, calm down. I'm- Where's Noah? Is that-" his hold on your arms got tighter as his panic grew and you shook your head.

"H-he's fine. He's with Maddie."

"Then what's the matter? What could you be sorry about, sweet girl?" he pulled you into his lap on the bed, trying to soothe your shaky cries, but it was no use. "I love you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what you did, I'm with you."

"But you already have so much to deal with. I-"

Before you could work yourself into more of a panic, he gripped your chin and pulled you towards him, kissing your lips that were salty with tears. He hugged you close and stuck his hand under your hoodie, knowing how it soothed you ever since you were pregnant with Noah.

With nothing else in your pocket, and all the jostling you did with the test, it fell out and onto his lap. Your world stopped when Jack took it into his hand, and you immediately hopped off his lap, waiting for the back end of his reaction.

"Please tell me that this isn't what you were apologizing to me about." he finally said, leaving you ring your hands.

"I'm sorry. I know-"

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because with everything going on, a baby is unfair to you. I mean, Noah's not in school yet and we're moving to Atlanta soon. It's just too much. We can't pretend like we were planning on a baby."

"Y/N, before we discuss this any further," he paused to set down the test and looking at it with wide eyes, before grabbing your hands to lure you forward. "Do you want another?"

"I do, but right now it seems impossible."

"If all this wasn't going on, would you want to have this baby?"

"Yes." you said, blinking quickly and without thinking. "But, Jack-"

"No, listen to me, if this is what you want, if you are willing to go through this, then we will do this. And I know that this is something we have to be very realistic about, but if it's with you, then it's a good thing. It's something we can figure out."

Crying softly and standing between Jack's long legs, you cupped his face that was growing a tint of red with his emotion. "Do you really want this, J? I mean, really?"

"Absolutely, Mama." he chuckled loudly wrapping his arms around your lower back and blinking his eyes. "I want everything with you- whether it's good or bad or if we think we can handle it or not. As long as it's with you, the love of my life, I'll do anything and everything. This life is ours."

His words made you cry even harder and at the sight of all your worry leaving your body, Jack let his own tears fall before laying back on the bed and pulling you up to his chest with him.

"How far along do you think?" Jack asked as you wiped away his tears and he kissed away yours.

"I think my birthday." you giggled softly, dropping your head to his chest with a shy laugh. "I think."

"Three weeks and the lines are that dark?" he pulled it up and stared at it, shaking his head.

"I know. I took a couple others, too, and they were that dark. I wonder what it means."

"Another chunky baby." he raised his eyebrows and flipped you underneath him suddenly, eliciting all of your giggles when he lifted up your shirt. "Fuck, I can't believe this."

"Do you think we'll ever have kids on purpose?" you mused and Jack kissed your belly before laughing out loudly.

"Probably not, but I don't know, I like these surprises."

"You're the most fearless person in the world." Jack shook his head, shutting his eyes for a moment as if he were contemplating.

"I am more afraid of anything when it comes to you and Noah, and now this one. I mean, the idea of anything bad happening in our little world scares the shit out of me. I worry all the time about my little family, I do. But the thing is, I have to be insanely lucky to have all of this in the first place. I can't dwell on things that haven't happened."

"We're your lucky charm." you smiled, bringing Jack back up to your face to kiss him gently, brushing your fingers through his hair as you thought about how good you had it.

"Mmhmm. And I love you. All three of you." he moved back down to rain kisses on your stomach, the beginnings of his beard making for a tickling sensation.

#AHHHH NOAH ISN'T IN THIS ONE ALL THAT MUCH BUT!!! #ive made four different versions of this since july and this is the one i chose so i hope it's good #noah!jack #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow angst #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfiction #fan fiction #bf!jack #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic