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shwazzberryswriting · 1 year

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Fire Starter

Pairing: Haechan x F Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol, Angst, Smut, Dark Fic

Summary: Haechan's gift was in reigniting the darkness that screamed to burn the world down

Word count: 5+k

Rating: Mature/Explicit for Dark Themes, Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Depictions/Mentions of Violence

Warnings: Not Beta Read, *Dead Dove: Do Not Eat* Dark Themes, References Physical Child Abuse, Scattered Memories of Child Abuse, Blood, Pyromania, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics, Explicit Sexual Content: Portions of Dubious Consent, Penetrative Sex, **SPOILER WARNING: Strong Implications of (Hinting At) Incest**

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY*Pls take Dead Dove tag seriously*

A/N: Hi readers. So...this was my inspiration, and I don't really know how to go into how this fic came to be, but all I really had originally was an idea/image of fire and smoke as Haechan and his lover have sex amongst the blazes. The story that formed around it felt like it was the only way to tell this story.

Part of my short Kinktober List

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! I try my best but I'm not perfect and filled with my own shortcomings, y'all! 💚

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

His eyes were hidden under a mop of entangled threads, poking out from under his hoodie. Her chest hurt, eyes fixed on his slow, measured steps toward her.

Even after three years - three blissful years away on her own - all it took was a glance from Haechan for the black lump to churn in her guts. Turning her stomach hot, chest aching, throat filled with bile. Weighing down on her so heavily, she was frozen still.

“You look great.” Her whole body flared with goosebumps as he wrapped her up into a warm embrace. Hand on the back of her head soothing. Sending bile up her throat at how comforting his touch was. “Want to get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She grinned, face hot, when he released her. She scanned him from head to toe when he released her. Taller, feeling firmer, and no trace of bitterness on his face. “You look happy, Haechan. Good.”

“It’s because you’re back home.”

“Please.” She chuckled, fist pushing his arm gently. “Tell me everything about Jakarta! And then I’ll tell you all about Vienna!”

“Let’s go to Bloomed Tea.” His arm over her shoulders, they walked away from the neatly trimmed grass, gleaming white picket fence. Backs to the picturesque two-story house that had tulips and giant bushes of sweetshrub lined along the front porch. “Stay away from here for as long as possible.”

“Let’s buy some firecrackers and relive our last days here at Shaw Park’s parking lot?” Her chest was swelling, hand pulling out a small red rectangular box from her jacket pocket. Matchboxes rattling against the cardboard as she shook it. “Got this at a restaurant near the airport.”

“Sweet.” He let her go, eyes narrowed, when she pulled the box of matches behind her back, away from his reach. “Come on, I won’t light anything up until we have a batch of spinning Jumping Jacks, promise. Nice ride.”

They stood before the iridescent mailbox, red flap swung upwards to indicate post that needed to be picked up. She patted the top of the car, hand gliding down the smooth finishing of the paint.

“I can afford renting a car, can you believe it? I can take us anywhere while we’re back home.”

“Christ, how much damage do you think we can do in a week?”

A dry guffaw came out as she rested her back against the shiny grey Toyota Camry, arms crossing over her chest.

“I don’t want to disturb the peace. My life in Austria is nice, actually.”

“We can burn up everything here and never come back. Pretend this place never existed.” His elbow nudged her arm. A soft smile that twisted the lump in her gut. She looked away, trying to push away the heat warming the black lump deep inside. “I still dream about our plans.”

She stood up straight, turning away from him. Standing beside the mailbox, she swung the red flag down and up a couple times. Her heart was beating fast, mind spiraling with dark intrusive thoughts that she’d forgotten the moment she was away from Haechan.

She loved him, but she knew the darkness that binded them together was dangerous. Nerves tingling from the warm breeze hitting her back, she inhaled deeply.

“We don’t have to burn anything up to pretend this place never existed.” She turned around, gentle grin at the corner of her mouth. “Why don’t we look up plane tickets to Jakarta? We’ll leave after the wedding. Like, two minutes after the wedding party starts? You can show me your home.”

His mouth closed, lips thinning. Eyes focused on her. She crossed her arms over her chest again, black lump in her stomach turning hot. Heat in her stomach moving south. She wanted to retch.

Please, don’t ignite the fury.

“OK.” His voice was light, soft. Deep inhale before a loud exhale. “I saw a fireworks pop-up near that fancy Target you like.”

Her chest loosened. Mind easing with relief.

“I still have my suitcase in the trunk.”

Without a word, Haechan picked up her red plastic case out of her rental. She smiled. Joyous laugh coming out as she followed him on the paved grey path. Stepping into the large house she’d have to stay at for the next week.

“Jakarta’s weather makes me forget about the rest of the world. You’ll love it too.” He set the suitcase down at the foot of the staircase. “Damn, this place has not changed.”

Expensive artwork lined up neatly along the walls. Professional portraits of a happy middle aged couple posed with stiff smiles everywhere. Same antique porcelain lamp seated behind the suitcase. Floral paintings over the baby blue stain.

“Is anyone home?” She remained still, ears searching for sounds from upstairs or from the kitchen.

“Is anyone ever home?”

The black lump turned hot. Haechan had turned to look up the stairs.

“I-I should freshen up before we go out.”

She didn’t wait for his response, turning around immediately. Rushing down the narrow hallway and entering the bathroom at the end of the hallway on the left. Slamming the door shut, she turned on the cold water in the sink.

Drive. Drive Haechan to the fancy Target. Light up fireworks at Shaw Park.

Easy. This would be easy.

If he tried to bring up their childhood plans again, she would have to tell him to give up that dream. They’d escaped. There was no need to destroy anything.

She’d found peace in Vienna. Getting lost in her studies. Meeting her friends to discuss art. Make up stories about Egon Schiele walking the same streets they did on drunken pub crawls.

Cold water soothing her cheeks, she turned the faucet off. Patted her face dry with the hand towel hanging on the silver loop beside her. Tucked her baby hairs behind her ears before putting on lip balm.

Placing the cherry flavored Chapstix back into her jacket pocket, she froze. The box of matches was missing. She’d left it on the hood of her car.

“Haechan?”

She bolted out of the bathroom, listening for sounds of his footsteps. Tired sighs. Anything to indicate Haechan was still home.

Nothing. The front door was wide open. Her car remained parked in front of the house.

Her ears were burning. Roots at her scalp itching. Feet on the concrete, she ran. Mind focused on the putrid cottage lost deep inside the forest.

Behind the town, along the river. No one ever took the back path behind the town. It was quiet - outside of the crickets endlessly chirping. The angry crashes of the water broke up the repetitive pangs in her chest.

Her knee bent, foot sinking into the earth. She caught her fall with a hand on the wooden slate of the gate. Mouth tasting the biting, cold air. The splinters and chipped paint digging into the pads of her fingers distracted her at last, forcing her to stop running. Stepping past the open gate, rusty hooks screeching loudly as it swung out behind her, she tried to listen for any signs of Haechan.

“Haechan!”

Her echoes darkened the forest. The pine tree branches raised up high - green leaves from the oak tree engorged with shadows as the sunlight dimmed. Brushing off the cold shiver, she followed the brick layered path that encircled the abandoned, cobbed cottage.

A broken shingle at the edge of the low hanging roof looked wet, and she stepped off the path - afraid of the black shingle falling over her head.

The last time she’d come to the old cottage, Haechan had been with her. He didn’t have matches with him then.

“Haechan!”

Her steps slowed as she saw the lone figure standing before the steps that led to the basement.

Back to her, his shoulders were hunched, hair remaining covered by his black hoodie. He made no motion that he knew of her presence. The long shadow cast behind him went on forever, as if there was no end to Haechan once darkness came. A soft rattle hit her ears.

Haechan held up a small red rectangular matchbox, shaking it between the hold of his thumb and index finger. Head bowed, he poured gasoline from a metal red container. The clear liquid splashed out of the silver spout into large pools, staining the wooden steps beneath them.

The sweet putrid fumes were intoxicating. Visions of bright orange cigarette butts pressing into her thighs blinded her.

She sobbed, shaking her head as she retched, the gasoline fumes overcoming her senses. Blinking furiously, wiping away her tears, she focused on Haechan - feet moving forward.

“Haechan, stop.”

She pulled on the arm sleeve of his hoodie with both hands, forcing him to drop the canister. It clattered against a couple steps before making a hard thud against the dirt floor.

She knocked the matchbox out of his hand before dropping to her knees to grab it. Frantically, her eyes focused on the patch of grass surrounding the tiny red box, fingers shaking as she grasped onto it. A single chuckle from him iced her spine.

“I got something better.”

She heard the sharp flick of metal on metal as he gave a loud, beleaguered sigh. Eyes fixed on his hand, she saw the silver gas lighter. The giant orange blaze wavered in his palm, igniting a cruel shadow over his serene smile.

Frozen, she watched as he threw the lighter down the flight of stairs. Gripping her arm, he forced her to her feet as he pulled her up.

Humid air hit the back of her legs as she heard a low whoosh behind her, sweet smoke and the gasoline’s bitter odor infiltrating her sinuses. A scent so familiar she feared hearing the low grumbling laughs that accompanied her skin burnings.

“You said you wouldn’t do it!” she shrieked. Arms flailing. Sharp slaps landing on his arms. Chest. Neck. Tears breaking out, she threw her head into his chest. She gasped in the hot smoky air. “Not yet.”

“We did it.” He pulled her face up to look at him, hand grasping onto her chin. His teeth were gritted together, jaws clamped tight. Eyes narrowed. “You and me. We did it. We did it.”

“No!” She pushed against his chest, but his hands clawed down on her arms, keeping her pressed against him. “Y-you did it! I tried to stop-”

“Get a grip! WE DID IT! It’s always been us!” He shook her. His voice was loud enough to ring into the air, shortly swallowed by the engulfing flames. “You and me! Everything is about us! It’s always been you and me. Me and you…us.”

“Stop.” The tears in her eyes blurred her vision. She winced, Haechan’s fingers digging in deeper. His nails were pressing the thin fabric strands into her skin. “Haechan!”

He tilted forward, as if to kiss her. Lump in her gut churning painfully, heat between her legs igniting faster than the fire Haechan just created.

Heel of her sneakers stomping his foot, she pushed away from Haechan’s hold when his grip loosened.

She ran right into the wooden gate, eyes scanning around, looking for an escape. Shaky breaths, eyes burning from the smoke and heat, she knew that she couldn’t escape.

Escape had never been an option. Not even when they were little - escaping the very cottage burning before them.

One hand wrapped around her neck from behind. Haechan’s body pressed her front against the gate, free hand reaching up to grope her right breast.

“No-don’t,” she sputtered, back arching, hips bucking. All the heat around her rushed to her head. Her throat tightened. Head heavy. The heat that rushed to her groin made her stomach flip. “Haechan, don’t. Please.”

“Don’t fucking run away.” His lips were beside her ear, hand slipping away from her breast. “We burned this fucking hellhole like we said we would.”

Orange and yellow blazes crawled up neatly along one corner of the house, melting the water drain lining up the edge of the roof.

A sharp surge of heat burst into her clit as a hot wave unfurled out from the open back window, the heat hitting her chest and neck. Puffs of black smoke curled as burning wood and melting plastics moaned and hissed in the chaos, begging for the relief of a calming moistness that neither of them would give.

Her body felt calm. Chest warm. Mind clear. All the tension at her temples felt tender.

In the years that she spoke with Haechan in hushed voices about exactly how they would destroy the world, burning the cottage had taken up the most space. The dreams made to reality left her mind settled.

Content.

Down came the cottage. Her prison. Her torment.

Her fears.

Her shame.

“Move back.”

Haechan had both hands on her arms. She grunted as she felt him push her front against the gate, her tits squished against the flat wooden slate. Crusts of chipped paint snagged onto her shirt. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.

“It’s so much better than I've ever dreamed.” His hand glided down her stomach, back of his knuckles pressing against the lining of her denim jeans. He groped the inside of her thigh. Heat bubbled deep into her stomach and pussy walls. “Have you ever seen anything so massive? So chaotic? So...stunning.”

His other hand snaked under her shirt, palming her tit. Back arching, she watched the sharp, angry flames shoot straight up into the air, violent scorches threatening to catch onto the leaves of the oak tree branches nearby.

The smoky billowing burns at the ground level curled and hissed, belching more fiery ruptures and hot waves through widening holes and broken windows of the collapsing cottage. Eyes shut for a moment, the heat wave washing over her covered her body up in goosebumps.

To have one’s darkest, deepest dreams become reality…what happens next?

She looked down to see wisps of ashes land onto Haechan’s golden skin. The dark round scars on the inside of his wrist smooth against the pad of her finger.

“We’ll be covered in ashes,” she said softly, brushing the grey soot off his arm. Her nipples hardened at the feel of his rapidly beating heart thrumming against her back. “Nothing left but dust.”

“We’ll have to burn everything down first.”

She yelped, surprised at his hands grabbing the front collar of her shirt. The back of her neck smarted at the pressure against her skin. A rip slashed across the ever growing ruptures of the ruined cottage.

Chest flaring with goosebumps, she took in a deep breath as she lost her balance, feeling Haechan pull her arms behind her.

“Stop!” She cried as she turned around to shove him away, uncrossing her arms quickly. He’d ripped her top off of her, skin on her back flaring from the sweltering heat. Arms over her chest, she tilted her chin up as their eyes locked, daring him to do more.

His calloused palms pulled her face to his, pressing them together. Hands slapping against his chest, she tried jerking her head out of his hold, mewling against his lips.

Mind spinning - stomach churning - right hand pushed against his chest as her left tugged his arm toward her. Feeling the wetness of his tongue inside her mouth, she clamped her jaws shut, teeth gnashing down on his squishy organ.

Her back slammed against the gate as the heat of his body left her. He coughed and she bit down on the gasp that almost escaped, the air from her lungs punched out of her.

Wiping her mouth with her hands, her eyes blurred. Wet red blood dampened her fingers. Blinking her vision clear, she looked up to see Haechan spitting before wiping his own mouth with the back of his palm.

Eyes darting from the growing bedlam behind her, and then lingering at her resting against the gate. Haechan slowly began to disrobe, right hand occasionally stroking down on his growing erection.

She was mesmerized by the flames - bending and curling shadows across his face - the bright anger dancing in his eyes. Chest swelling, she stared at his mouth hanging open, as if in awe of the sight before them. His eyes, bright - like the night they’d escaped -

Lump in her guts ablaze, she inhaled through her mouth. Body ignited with ash and ruin.

She whimpered - fingers pushing down on her cunt - over her panties but under her denim jeans. The disarrayed, bumpy skin streaking along the left side of Haechan’s body shone against the fire when he’d pulled his shirt off.

Boiling blood surged down her chest, making her nipples and clitoris ache. Her body shook with the angry, waving flames. Constant hissing and crackling embers interrupted each other erratically.

Haechan moaned, high pitch and low groan swallowed up amongst the rumbling heat surrounding them.

His jeans were down at his ankles, distracting her eyes away from his lovely, damaged skin.

His eyes were on her. Licking his lips, he nodded, eyes fighting to remain open. Her eyes flickered down to his cock, his hand wrapped around the thick shaft, before recapturing his gaze. She gave one firm nod before pulling her jeans off, kicking them aside.

“Look at the fire.” She yelped when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her to look over at the burning cottage.

Biting her bottom lip - hands rested at the top of the gate - she faced the flames. Grip on the top slate firm, she focused on the fiery bursts that continually danced in and out of the back window - where the kitchen stood. Golden sparks popped violently as hot air washed over her.

“You’re so tight.”

His grunt against the nape of her neck warmed her belly. Wet tip writhing against her entrance. She shook - mind buzzing with protests, to stop doing what they were about to do…intertwining with demands of thrusting against Haechan so she could feel him inside of her.

She widened her legs, feeling the pressure of Haechan’s cock push deep into her. They groaned together as she bucked her hips back and he thrust forward.

Bliss.

Sweet - hot - bliss.

Tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes, right thigh burning up in the memory of neon orange cigarette butts pressed there.

Eyes focused on the fiery destruction before them, her insides were scorched like the back door that was falling down to the ground - embers scattering across the brick path.

The fat tears slipped down her cheeks as she grunted, mind focusing on Haechan connected to her. Better than she’d ever dreamed. Her knees shook as she felt his balls slap her ass.

“Do you like that?” His voice was smooth - gentle - right against her ear. She whined, high pitch catching at the back of her throat. Her hand shot back to grip onto his hold at her hip. He tortured her as he thrust fast shallow pushes against her - balls continually slapping her ass.

“Stop!” Her chest hurt as she chortled, toes curling as her pussy throbbed. His cock - deep inside - was burning her up. He hissed before pressing his lips to the back of her head, humming gently into her. “You’re the one who made a joke out of it.”

A short, high pitched whine escaped his lips when she squeezed her walls down on his cock in retaliation. Arms wrapped around her waist, he released a gravelly grunt as he bucked up into her.

Red blinded her - eyes shut tight. Flames hit her face, her lungs filling with smoke as her whole body felt weighed down on. Pressure torturously sharp and heavy at her core.

“Haechan!”

“Shut up.”

His breath was ragged, grip at her waist steadfast. His rhythm was building, hitting her deep. Every time his tip hit her cervix her vision turned redder than the demonic glow of the burning cottage. Their environment darkened, and her voice was lost as she gasped for air.

“Haechan.”

“Shut up.”

His thick sooted fingers were over her lips, pads from his middle and ring finger digging into her mouth. Her saliva dribbled out, coating his fingers and her chin. A sharp dulling bitterness - salty smoke - filled her mouth as she gagged on his fingers.

Aside from her muffled whines and his weighted grunts, they were silent as he fucked her. Every thrust sent a lightning sharp heat straight into her guts, interrupting any stream of thoughts.

She was melting, her head feeling heavy and hazy.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth was beside her ear, heavy breaths beating her eardrums. Her spine tingled as his fingers caressed the small dark spots at the top of her right thigh. The burn marks scattered in a zigzag pattern. She mewled when one finger slipped away from the mark at the inside of thigh - up against her clit.

“Beautiful.”

The roof caved in, shingles shattering to the ground. The eruption of heat created a grey mushroom-domed cloud of smoke, her body tingling from the heat as it washed over them.

Bucking up harshly into her, he sputtered incoherently into the air. Her ass hurt as he pounded it against his hips.

Her grip on the gate tightened with every thrust, knuckles so tight they felt ready to snap off her body. Her pussy walls were shaking, writhing, her stomach muscles tangling up like knotted tree branches.

“I’m cumming.” Her voice was shaky, chest throbbing. She hiccuped. Against her will, she brought her knees together as his cock’s tip surged fiery heat against her cervix nonstop. Her walls were shaking, nerves up her spine on the verge of melting - brain puddled and ready to turn into hot air. “Haechan.”

She whimpered, voice raspy. Her lungs felt full, each inhaled breath ragged.

Her eyes stung as smoke curled around her. His pupils turned yellow like the glare of the sun, hair rusted orange like the bike chain at their feet.

Red.

He was so red, it was all she saw on his face. Red skin, golden glare of his pupils contorting crimson - the embers around them so vast the glowing red tinted the whites of his eyes a dull pink. Hell on earth with the devilish red enticing her to stay.

Their lips met, the layer of soot drying his lips over hers. The metallic bitter taste was all consuming. His lips, tongue - teeth - even his chin.

Especially his neck.

She inhaled his acrid dry musk. Her legs shook as she tried to remain standing. Knees bucking, her mind dissolved into dust as his come ruptured all over her insides.

Seated on her knees, she breathed in the dense, smoky air. Fingers clung onto the gate, she continued to stare at the fire.

Golden flames burst out as thick black clouds puffed up into the air - not a shingle left hanging at the roof. The popping and crackling of the fire’s energy was consuming her, settling her nerves. The heat that came to her in heavy waves calmed her muscles, making her mind hazy, eyelids drooping.

“We have to go.” Haechan’s hand touched her shoulder. “Come on.”

They dressed, Haechan giving his hoodie to her as he carried her torn top in his left hand. Her whole body shook, body wanting to feel the vibrations of the flames’ roars all night long. The way Haechan’s grip refused to release her wrist told her they had to head back home, however.

The red glow began to dissipate, the smoke’s thickness clearing, more shrubbery and branches coming easily into sight. Cool air widened her lungs as she inhaled deeply.

Goosebumps traveled up her skin as the chilly air seeped under Haechan’s loose fitted hoodie. Tugging on her arm, he led her back onto a clear dirt path, winding around a cluster of thick oak trees.

Reaching the edge of the forest - tall street lamp coming into better view with every step closer to the paved road.

The brightness from above glared down on her, forcing her to look back down.

Haechan was scoping their surroundings, mouth hanging open. He looked left and then right before licking his lips, eyes meeting hers.

They’d fucked.

They’d burned down the cottage.

They had to go home.

They’d fucked.

“What happened?” He was calm, eyes bore into hers. Hand on her cheek, warmth soothing away the air’s biting frost. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve been messing around Shaw Park. Got caught up with fire drums we set up for the homeless.”

“When was the last time I took you to grandma’s cottage?”

They’d burned down the cottage.

Chest heavy with burnt shingles, mouth wet, cheek turning cold.

A sob escaped as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

He tugged on her arm right as they reached the empty road, the street lamp on the other side of the black pavement.

“Don’t fucking cry. When was the last time I took you to grandma’s cottage?”

“When we were teenagers, years ago. I don’t even know which park it’s located in.”

“Good.”

She wiped her tears with the sleeve of the smoky hoodie as they continued on their walk. His plan had never been about attending the wedding.

It had always been about opportunity.

When they were both home.

When no one else would be around.

When a fire could burn for hours before anyone would notice.

They followed the dirt path that led down the side of the hill. It forked away from the town’s street market.

Hidden behind the apartment complexes that were lined up along the river that came from the mountaintops - their walk home was uninterrupted. Waves crashing calmed her mind, forcing her not to think.

As much as she didn’t want to cry, she felt the sob that wanted to come out at the tip of her tongue, threatening to tickle her nose’s tip.

Sniffling loudly, she swallowed her cry. Eyes on the back of Haechan’s grey-sooted head. She never thought about the day actually coming to pass.

Her chest throbbed anxiously as she took in the way Haechan’s arm shook in sporadic jerks - making her arm sway against her side. The tuneful hum at the back of his throat. The gentle way his free hand would stroke the half hard cock he was failing to hide from her. The smallest trace of a grin appeared before he bit down on his bottom lip, morphing it into a scowl.

“If we get away with this, we can burn this place down next.”

He pulled her into the picturesque home with the pretty tulips and impressive sweetshrubs. The house was dark.

She felt Haechan’s front press against her with the door shut behind her. His lips were on her neck. The sulfurous smoke filled her nose, tongue coating in bitter soot. She whimpered, hands pushing against his chest.

“Don’t wake anyone up.” His eyes widened as he pressed a finger to his lips. “Quiet. We’re good at being quiet, right?”

He tugged her up the stairs, pulling her to her bedroom. Door directly across the top of the staircase.

His breath was ragged - wet against her ear - pushing his body up against hers. Their lips met in the dark as his hands were at the waistband of her jeans.

“Hello?” She heard her name being called in a stage whisper. There was a soft knock on the door. Her heart beat throbbed against her throat. “Did Haechan come home with you?”

The nerves in her spine shook as his teeth grazed over the front of her throat. Her fingers curled into his thick, dusty hair as her eyes saw the shadow of two legs cut across the hallway light that cracked through at the bottom of the door. The legs remained still near the right end of the door. Haechan sucking on her neck reminded her to give an answer, heat surging to her nipples.

“Yes, but I think he’s showering.” He planted kisses up along her shoulder, his feet kicking her jeans and panties aside. Her pussy was wet, throbbing at the memory of his cock inside of her. Wanting it.

“Did you hear about grandma’s cottage?”

“No, what about it?” His hand was between her legs, fingers gliding against her folds. Red blinded her vision and she bit her lip to steady her breathing. Fuck, Haechan. “I barely remember the place.”

“It went up in flames.”

“Oh, no.” Haechan aggressively pulled his hoodie off her shoulders. She didn’t see him but she heard him unzipping his jeans. Chest swelling as her thighs pressed together. Pussy weeping out desire. “Did you want to tell Haechan yourself? Or should I?”

“I never know how to talk to him. But I suppose something this big needs to come from me.”

“Did we wake you? You sound tired.” Haechan’s teeth tugged on her nipples. His tongue flicked against it as she threw her hand up to her mouth. “I’ll tell him about the cottage when he’s done showering. I think he’ll prefer to hear it from me. Thank you for checking in like this.”

“I’m here for you both, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Mom.” Haechan’s fingers glided along her slit, thumb pressing against the sensitive nerves of her clit. She leaned away from the door, body writhing against him. “Good night.”

All she could think about was how deep his cock had gone into her. And how thrilling it was. How it ignited explosions of fire all along her pussy.

“So wet for me.” His lips were at her ear before his tongue flicked her earlobe. “Or are you still high from that fire?”

She remained quiet, hands pulling Haechan to sit on her bed with her. Their lips met, her body craving for the insatiable heat to return. Her mind was clouded and her nose tickled with soot and smoke.

Bliss.

Wet tip collecting her juices as he thrust up against her. Hand pushing his hot stick into her folds.

Her legs squeezed his hips as he thrust his burning cock into her.

Sweet - hot - bliss.

His body was over hers, hips thrusting up, cock buried deep. Fire singed into her guts as she kissed him, mouth and nose filled with his smoky musk.

He pinned her arms over her head, eyes traveling down her body. He pulled up to stare down at her. With the moonlight illuminating from the window outside, his eyes scanned down her body and back up, a devilishly red smirk appearing.

“Let’s burn the whole fucking world down.”

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Thank you for reading!

Love, CC 💚

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I'm in a ranting mood now so I'm gonna give my 2 cents on Supercorp.

Season 2:

In season 2 Kara and Lena were actually written pretty well. They were friends, they hugged, snuggled on the couch had food together, went to gala's together, defended the other behind their back and that kind of thing. And of course all the times Supergirl saved Lena. We'd be here forever if I mentioned everything lol. There was definitely some flirting happening. They were written as friends but there was absolutely something there the writers could have explored.

Season 3:

A little odd in terms of Kara and Lena. It's like the CW said 'I see you Supercorp shippers and I raise you a season of them barely interacting alone.' They fought and made up again at work, Kara tried to convince drunk Lena that she's good, they were sweet at the Christmas party with everyone, just all of 3x12, and then there was the hugs in 3x18 and 3x21. We had some Supergirl saves but Lena's relationship with Supergirl ended up on the rocks. They were written very much 'no homo' this season compared to season 2. There wasn't really any super obvious flirting, there were romantic parallels with the risking of identity though. Overall we didn't really get to see much of them existing together. Plus Lena started dating James. Alex and Lena got some really good development though so that's a plus.

Season 4:

They definitely interacted much more than in season 3. They were happy to see each other at the beginning, 4x02 was a goldmine of hugging, Lena protecting Kara, Kara protecting Lena, the works. Lena made the power rangers suit while she was still mad at Supergirl, she broke up with James, she was worried about Kara at the hospital, they had an argument in 4x19 and made up (after Kara longingly stared at a picture of Lena on her phone), Lena cried on Kara as Kara waxed poetic about how wonderful Lena is, just the entirety of 4x20. Plus Lena and Supergirl's relationship was mended. Season 4b had a lot of romantic undertones imo. The classic red/blue colour scheme, Kara staring at the picture, the sheer concern they both had for each other, how hurt Lena was that she hadn't seen Kara for a while after not seeing her for weeks on end just the season before, and where do I start with 4x20!? The looks they gave each other on the plane, how worried Lena was for Kara when the plane was crashing, all the physical contact, Kara's tape recorder stopped Lena from being stabbed, the concern and hugging again at the end, how defensive Lena got over wanting to apologize and the almost reveal. They obviously love each other, platonic or otherwise. Kara gives much more platonic love vibes at this point. Although the raw panic and concern and "Thank god you're okay"s from Lena this episode made me think that she loves Kara a little more than platonically. I'd always shipped Supercorp for fun but 4x20 made me wonder if they were really going to go down that road. This is me > 🤡 Because then we had the reveal.

Season *gags* Season 5

You watched it, we've all seen it. I'm terribly sorry to bring it up again. Season 5 I understood why people called them queerbait. Up until then I'd been like "yes to us these two are super gay but this can all (mostly) pass as platonic, I understand wanting them together but I don't think it's queerbait." And you don't have to come for me, because season 5 came for my JUGULAR. What the hell. Kara telling Lena she's Supergirl was heartbreaking, Kara has very rarely been that upset, don't even talk to me about the Romeo and Juliet ass shot 5 seconds beforehand. Then at the beginning when everything is 'fine' Kara seems unable to stop comparing herself and Lena to Alex and Kelly. You know? The canon lesbian relationship!? "For a friend like you there are no boundaries" Kara flying around the world to get Lena's favourite food...In the show that said "Maybe giving food is Brainy's language of love." 💀 "You Mean the World to Me" Playing over Kara and Lena scenes and Alex and Kelly scenes. Lena, even though she's mad, knowing that Kara will always save her. Lena's speech in the fortress deserves a post of it's own holy shit. She shot Lex for Kara, Kara made her trust people again, she loves Kara so much and I personally think that part of her anger stems from loving Kara in a more than friendly way and she's mad at herself for allowing that to happen and being so hurt and heartbroken after she finds out Kara's Supergirl. (watching this scene again hurts me just so y'all know) Kara is SO upset. Then we have 5x08 when Lena is panicking when the kryptonite cannons won't go off. "SHUT IT DOWN NOW!" Then there's 'Head Above Water' playing over Andrea and Russell. And then Kara and Lena staring at the same picture of them together. Come on. The whole 100th episode was about their relationship. She followed Kara out of the room Lex was celebrating in to give her a book on grief. Then Lex screams in her face and when she turns up at Kara's door after leaving him, her speech is so heartbreaking. She clearly misses Kara...a lot. Then she looks so SAD when she sees Kara and Alex hugging. She misses Kara's hugs 😭 Then "You can scream at me if you like I know I deserve it." - I hope we unpack that at some point. And she is so so upset when Kara doesn't accept her apology initially. (Although I have to say I find it interesting how much she brings up Kaznia, 5x07 and 5x19. You know how I feel about ep 4x20) Then she lays her life on the line for Kara. And when they FINALLY make up Lena's relief is actually palpable. Even if the writers don't follow through with this, they way they've written season 5 is undeniably romantic. I still get platonic...ish vibes from Kara, but definitely not from Lena.

Season 6:

Episode 2? I don't know her. But omg 6x01. Kara trusting Lena with Myriad "No matter what's happened I know what's in your heart." Kara talking about self sacrifice and Lena "I won't let you turn this into a suicide mission, I can't!" And why not Lena hmm? (This is very canon couple dialogue). Also they are SO VERY CATRADORA ARE YOU KIDDING ME. Kara the self-sacrificing hero (Adora) and Lena, the one who refuses to just accept the hero's sacrifice (Catra). Please even the whole evil or not evil, terrible family, traumatic childhood and hair colour are the same 😂. Anyways then we have "You're the only one in the galaxy I know would do right by it." I don't even know how that could be spun platonically. Kara really just said she trusts Lena more than her own sister. You two just made up 5 minutes ago. Kara opens up about her trauma to Lena!! Lena codes 'Lena Luthor Protocol' in about 2 minutes maybe? Because she needs Kara to stay alive. And to round it all out, she tells Alex to tell Kelly about Kara, because Kelly is Alex's person. Implying to us humble clowns that Kara is Lena's person.

The fact that I've written more about 6x01 than the entire season of flirting and flowers speaks volumes to me personally.

In conclusion, Supercorp is Catradora with a pair of glasses and it's hair tied up. I will go down with this ship and good night.

144 notes • Posted 2021-04-08 00:32:18 GMT

I was talking to my mum about supercorp earlier tonight and I was showing her a bunch of clips of them and I'd only got to the plane scene in 3x05 when she said:

"It seems like Lena deliberately gets in trouble just so Supergirl can save her. I haven't seen much but that's what I'm getting here."

I LAUGHED SO HARD. I see no lies

151 notes • Posted 2021-04-02 03:45:51 GMT

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