Pois é da vontade de Deus que, praticando o bem, vocês silenciem a ignorância dos insensatos. Vivam como pessoas livres, mas não usem a liberdade como desculpa para fazer o mal; vivam como servos de Deus. Tratem a todos com o devido respeito: amem os irmãos, temam a Deus e honrem o rei.
An account on Instagram posted this picture claiming it’s Bettie Page, but I’m certain it’s not. Could anyone tell me who this is? I asked a fan account here on Tumblr to help me (bettiepagetreasury) but they refused even to acknowledge, let alone answer any questions, and now they’ve BLOCKED me!!?? 🤷🏻♀️
I’d really appreciate your help! 🙏🏻
The post on instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/DHbHq80s_-Z/?igsh=MWEzdWluZml3MDhiZg==
_hoy las flores son el recuerdo del día que ya no esta, como alma en pena un ser arrepentido su siesta tomará, sin alivio y sin perdon su vida terminará.
can you do sadist!hongjoong where like he gets jealous cause seonghwa is spending too much time with san lately? or something related to this?? i just need a sadist! hongjoong x seonghwa smut 😭🙏
Meltdown
hongjoong x seonghwa, 2.3k, smut
author's note: thank you for the message! i tried my best to dive into sadism, but decided to start lightly :D
Hongjoong sat cross-legged in his cozy, dimly lit room, a faint hum of jazz music in the background. In front of him was an open laptop with a music editing program running. All of a sudden, a buzz of his phone caught his attention. Picking it up, he saw the notification: Seonghwa is live! 🐰🎉. A small smile tugged at his lips as he clicked on it.
The livestream opened, and there Seonghwa was, looking into the camera with his big, sparkly eyes, meticulously building a new Lego set while chatting with fans. Hongjoong chuckled softly at how focused Seonghwa looked, his tongue peeking out slightly as he carefully pressed pieces together.
“Of course,” Hongjoong murmured to himself, his smile widening. “He’d go live just to show off his Lego sets.”
Seonghwa’s voice filled the room, effortlessly switching between joking with fans and explaining his strategy for completing the set. Hongjoong propped his chin on his hand, completely absorbed in watching his boyfriend’s antics.
Hongjoong smirked as he watched the comments flood Seonghwa’s live: “Matz Lego live!”
Seonghwa, already blushing, waved a hand nervously. “Hongjoong is busy, you know, preparing songs for the next comeback. He’s working really hard!”
Leaning back, Hongjoong chuckled. “Busy, huh?” He muttered, thoroughly amused by Seonghwa’s flustered defense.
Suddenly, the door to Seonghwa’s room creaked open, interrupting the live. A man with jet-black hair and broad shoulders stepped inside without hesitation, a mischievous expression on his face.
He stood behind Seonghwa's chair, his usual kitty-like smile shining brightly.
”Hello everyone, it's San.”
Seonghwa looked up, startled, his hands pausing mid-air over the Lego pieces. ”Ah, you... get out. I am live.” Seonghwa sighed dramatically, looking up.
San raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by the warning. “So? Let me hang out here,” he said, flopping onto Seonghwa’s bed and looking curiously at the Lego set.
The chat erupted with excitement, spamming comments like “San invasion!” and “Sanhwa live? So cute!”
San, clearly in a mischievous mood—because Seonghwa wasn't paying attention to him—picked up a random Lego piece from Seonghwa’s table and put it into his mouth, pretending to eat it with exaggerated chewing motions.
“San!” Seonghwa gasped, clutching his chest like he’d just witnessed a tragedy. “Don’t do that! You’re ruining the set!”
He flailed dramatically, his eyes wide with mock horror, as if the entire Lego world was crumbling around him.
Sam smirked, unfazed, and leaned back casually. “What? I was hungry,” he teased, taking the piece out of his mouth after a while.
The chat exploded with laughter, spamming comments like “San chaos strikes again!” and “Protect the Legos at all costs!”
But Hongjoong’s smirk faded as he watched the chaos unfold on Seonghwa’s live. San had escalated the teasing, turning their playful banter into a full-on wrestle.
Seonghwa yelped dramatically as San grabbed his waist, pulling him closer while pretending to wrestle him over the Lego pieces. When San slapped Seonghwa’s butt for the third time, laughing unapologetically, Hongjoong clenched his jaw.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on the phone tightening. “He’s getting a little too comfortable,” he muttered under his breath, leaning forward in his chair. His expression remained calm, but there was a subtle edge to his gaze as he continued watching the live, silently taking note of San’s antics.
In one moment, San managed to lure Seonghwa from his chair, sitting on it instead. He pulled Seonghwa close, making him sit on his lap with his strong arms tightly wrapped around the other's thin waist.
After a few more moments of playful chaos, Seonghwa finally gave up and kicked San out of the room, a mix of frustration and amusement in his eyes. “Go somewhere else, you troublemaker,” he said, laughing despite himself.
With San grumbling as he left, Seonghwa sighed in relief. He returned to his Lego set, quickly finishing the final pieces and admiring his completed house. “There. All done,” he murmured, satisfied. He wiped his hands and glanced at the time, turning the live off. He wasn’t tired yet, and the night was still young.
Seonghwa smiled to himself and decided to visit Hongjoong. He grabbed his phone, typing a quick message: “You busy? I’m coming over.”
Not waiting for a response, he made his way toward Hongjoong’s room, feeling a little lighter now that his Lego house was finished and the chaos had settled down.
He opened the door to Hongjoong’s room, greeting him with a smile. “Hey, Hongjoong!”
Hongjoong looked up, his expression distant. “Hey.”
Seonghwa noticed the shift in his tone. “You okay?”
Hongjoong hesitated, a faint bitterness creeping in. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with San lately.”
Seonghwa blinked, a little taken aback. “We’ve just been having fun. Why?”
Hongjoong quickly shook his head, standing up. “Nothing’s wrong. Sit on the bed," he ordered, and Seonghwa immediately understood what's wrong.
He obeyed, sitting down with his hands folded in his lap. He knew Hongjoong got jealous when he was spending too much time with other members, especially San, who was always a bit more playful than the others.
Hongjoong’s mood shifted abruptly. He walked over to the door, locking it with a soft click, his eyes cold and focused. Without a word, he began rummaging through his dresser, pulling out a candle, a lighter, and a length of rope.
Seonghwa swallowed hard, knowing what was about to come.
Hongjoong didn’t answer, his back turned as he set the items down on the table, his hands steady as he lit the candle. The room grew quieter, tension thickening the air.
”Undress,” he ordered firmly, grabbing a lighter.
Seonghwa did as he was told, slowly taking off his shirt and kicking off his pants. He watched Hongjoong light the candle, not really understanding why he would need it.
Hongjoong sat on the edge of the bed, patting his thighs. ”You know what to do, bunny.”
And Seonghwa laid down across Hongjoong's lap with his head hanging down, feeling the leader pull his underwear down just enough to expose his bottom.
There were a few seconds of silence before Hongjoong's hand came down with a sharp slap, landing on Seonghwa's butt with a satisfying smack. Seonghwa let out a soft gasp at the unexpected sting, his body reacting to the sharp pain.
Hongjoong stretched his arm again, his palm hitting the soft flesh once more.
"H—Hongjoong..." Seonghwa whined, and he could feel his temples pulsating from all the blood accumulating there.
But Hongjoong didn't stop, switching between spanking him and kneading the already deep red flesh of his butt.
The burning and stinging pain had Seonghwa in tears, his skin being more and more sensitive with every new slap.
”Lie on the bed. Face down.” Hongjoong ordered and stood up. He walked over to his desk, grabbing the rope before returning back to Seonghwa.
Standing in front of the lying boy, he started tying his wrists above his head. Then, he connected the rope from his wrists to the bedpost.
”You know I don't like it when you get too close to the guys...” he murmured in a deep voice before standing up.
”But we were just—”
”I don't care, you looked like you didn't mind San touching your butt." Hongjoong replied coldly, ”So now it's my turn to enjoy you.”
Hongjoong stood there, towering over Seonghwa, a single candle held aloft in his hand. He tilted it slightly, allowing the red wax to drip onto the skin of Seonghwa's freshly abused butt.
The pain was immediate, the heat of the wax sending a sudden shock through Seonghwa’s body. He winced at the sensation, his mind reeling from the unexpected sting. The feeling was foreign and intense, and it took a moment for him to process what had just happened.
Hongjoong watched the wax as it dripped onto Seonghwa's red skin, continuing to let droplets fall one after the other. He observed the way his body reacted to the heat, the way he flinched and whined with each drop of wax.
The sight was satisfying to Hongjoong, and he continued to tilt the candle, letting the wax glide over Seonghwa's body like a makeshift brush.
Maybe he felt embarrassed about accepting it, maybe not, but he enjoyed seeing Seonghwa in pain. The way he closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip, how shiny tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.
He didn't just like it; he loved it.
He loved watching Seonghwa cry from pain, loved listening to him beg for mercy.
Seonghwa was beautiful when he cried.
”Hongjoong—I...I am sorry—” Seonghwa sobbed into the pillow, but his cries and whimpers only made Hongjoong's erection stronger.
The pain was all-consuming, and tears began to form in the corners of Seonghwa's eyes, falling down his face like tiny drops of rain.
”Now you're sorry?” He chuckled, letting a few other drops of hot wax hit his sore butt.
He moved the candle higher, decorating his back too.
As the hot wax continued to drop onto his body, Seonghwa felt a sharp, burning pain each time it made contact with his skin. The pain was intense, the heat causing his muscles to tense involuntarily. He squirmed in an attempt to escape the itchy sensation afterwards, but he couldn’t avoid it completely.
”Please, please... please." Seonghwa mumbled over and over, clenching his fists.
But Hongjoong pretended to be deaf, manhandling Seonghwa and turning him over in one swift motion.
He could finally see his pretty, tear-streaked face, his red cheeks, and his glassy eyes.
”You're so beautiful,” he whispered before straddling his hips.
He felt like he was going insane; he loved causing him pain, often even having wet dreams about it.
It was a side of him only Seonghwa was allowed to see.
With a sadistic grin, he moved the candle above his nipples.
”You want me to stop, bunny?” he asked teasingly, looking at the older boy.
Seonghwa nodded eagerly, his eyes widening.
Hongjoong's eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked down at Seonghwa's chest, his index finger tracing a path along his bottom lip.
”Beg,” he ordered, tilting the candle.
Seonghwa winced as the wax dripped onto the pinkish skin around his nipple, a sharp sting igniting like fire against his sensitive flesh. The heat was immediate, searing, and unrelenting, spreading a burning ache that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. He clenched his jaw, his breath hitching as he braced himself against the sharp intensity.
”Please... please, Hongjoong!” Seonghwa pleaded, crying beautifully. But it only made Hongjoong moan, his free hand touching his throbbing cock over his sweatpants.
The pain lingered on Seonghwa's soft skin, molten and biting, before slowly dulling into a throbbing warmth that still teased at his nerves. Seonghwa's fingers curled instinctively, the ache demanding his full focus as he fought to steady his breathing.
”Tell me how much it hurts.” Hongjoong breathed out, letting the red wax drip all over Seonghwa's body.
Starting from his face, watching it drip on the boy's plump lips and tear-streaked cheeks, lower on the pulsating veins on his neck. He returned to his nipples again, paying extra attention to them before proceeding to move forward, decorating his tummy.
”So much—please, it hurts so much." Seonghwa whimpered.
”Fuck..." Hongjoong breathed out, letting out a high-pitched whine as he threw his head back, slithering his hand under his pants and underwear.
He gripped his cock, pumping it aggressively while he looked back at Seonghwa.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away, utterly captivated by the sight before him. Seonghwa lay there, bathed in the soft glow of the dim light, his features carved in delicate perfection as if crafted by the hands of a master artist. His eyes held an unspoken depth, glimmering like stars against a velvet night, while his soft lips carried a quiet elegance that seemed almost unreal. Every movement, every breath and sob Seonghwa took, appeared effortlessly graceful, as though he belonged to a world far more divine than this one.
Hongjoong’s heart swelled with an unnameable emotion, his chest tightening as he thought, How could someone look so breathtakingly beautiful? In that moment, nothing else mattered—only Seonghwa, who suffered in front of him like a vision he never wanted to let go of.
”Fucking hell.” Hongjoong squeezed his eyes shut, quickly pulling his cock out.
He shot strings of cum all over Seonghwa, whose body acted now like a canvas for Hongjoong's twisted desires.
Hongjoong watched the white liquid drip beautifully among the hardened splatters of wax, the sight so erotic he wouldn't have a problem getting hard again.
For the last time, he took in the view of the masterpiece in front of him before starting to untie the ropes around Seonghwa's limbs.
”I hope,” he started, salivating at the sight of the red marks from the rope, ”that this reminded you how to behave.”
Hongjoong’s hands moved to Seonghwa’s waist with a quiet urgency, pulling him close. The warmth of their bodies pressed together, the space between them vanishing in an instant. Seonghwa’s breath hitched as Hongjoong’s arms enveloped him, his embrace firm yet tender, as if he never wanted to let go.
For a moment, there was nothing but the steady rhythm of their breathing and the quiet beat of their hearts syncing in time. Hongjoong’s gaze softened as he looked down at Seonghwa, his fingers gently brushing through his hair, pulling him in just a little closer, as if to savor the feeling of having him this near. Seonghwa melted into the embrace, his own arms instinctively wrapping around Hongjoong’s shoulders, feeling safe and secure in the warmth and strength of his touch. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the stillness of the moment.
Hongjoong leaned closer to Seonghwa's ear as he watched the older boy drift to sleep.
