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MU$IC FAIRY || MYG

❃ Festivaled Away: Burned Memories hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Playlist ⤞ Main Event: Based on a Playlist ⤞ Games: fucking playlist | sensory deprivation | breath play | phone sex | oral fixation

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With a few basic questions and a two minute wait, he was paired with a woman that sounds rather beautiful. He imagines that she is, at least. Well, he hopes.

He’s been chatting with her for about an half of a minute, and he’s feeling her. So he doesn’t hang up when the official timer begins.

“So umm…how confidential is this?” He can never be too careful. This could ruin his reputation if someone found out. “You said you’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah, it’s safe, love. Trust me.”

He hopes you’re right.

“After you complete the questionnaire, they pair you with a random person who has similar preferences.”

He pushes the worrisome thoughts to the back of his mind and proceeds to pleasure himself before time is up. He’s currently living paycheck to paycheck, so fifteen minutes was all he could afford.

“Should I lead or…?”

He scoffs out a laugh. “I got it, babe. Just vibe with me.”

“Okay.” Your response is through small labored breaths. You must be broke as shit too because you aren’t wasting any time. “C-Can you put on some music or something?...I umm, can’t do it when it’s this quiet.”

He grabs his laptop and allows whatever track is next to travel through the speakers.

Fuck. He forgot about the beats he was playing for someone earlier. Hopefully, it doesn’t ruin your mood before he can change it. “Sorry,” he mutters a bit embarrassed.

“No, this is fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s sensual,” you pant. His brows knit together in curiosity and he momentarily ceases his movements. “The bass complements your voice well, actually. Did you umm…?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“I like it.” The little moan behind those words has him standing at attention. In any second, he could blow his load.

“Yeah? What else do you like?...Tell me what gets your attention.”

There’s a pause. “Or would you rather me shut up?”

“The opposite. I wanna hear you…your voice. You sound hot,” you giggle and it’s one of the most soothing things he’s ever heard. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. You don’t sound bad either…Just hearing you laugh is making me hard.”

He hears a whimper; one of the sexiest, neediest whines to ever grace his ears. “Tell me what you just did. Don’t be shy.”

“I—”

You hesitate, so he steps in.

“Touching your pussy, huh?”

He senses through the phone how worked up he’s getting you. You’ve started panting and moaning out your words shamelessly.

“Mmhm, my clit.”

He chuckles and whispers of curses come through the phone.

“Do me a favor?” you agree and he continues. “Move a little lower and dip your fingers in your pussy. Tell me how wet it is.”

He uses his spit for lubrication and tightens his fist around his cock. He imagines it was your walls snuggled around him, pumping his length as you bounce up and down. Something inside of him believes that you’re pretty, with a nice ass too. A really nice ass, that’s what his fantasies project at least.

“Fuck. How many?” you ask him.

Damn. You’re obedient as well. That’s hot, really hot.

“As many as your pretty cunt can take.”

When he hears a muffled cry, his bottom lips tucks between his teeth while he concentrates on the squelching sounds coming through the phone. You both move in sync with the music and allow it to take away the nervous jitters the both of you had previously. His cock starts twitching in his palm when your sweet little moans move through his ears.

“How many did you use, sweetheart?”

You answer him in a high-pitched voice. You’re close too, he can hear it. Your eyes are probably screwed shut, trying to keep it together to prolong the call, but he has to go before his bill skyrockets. He needs to get you off—quickly.

“Two. Three, now. I needed more.”

“Greedy, aren’t we?”

“No…I’m just really horny.”

He has to smile at that. “Yeah? Me too. This is good, but I'd rather be balls deep in you.”

“Fuck, I’d like it.”

Sweat beads on his forehead, but he just wipes it away with the back of his hand and keeps going. The music has changed to something more upbeat and he knows this is his shot for home plate.

“Really? Is that why you’re making a mess? I can hear it, you know...you’re so fucking wet.”

“Shit, I wanna come,” your words are barely recognizable and you just keep begging him for more, “please help me.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Take your fingers out and rub your clit. Spread that sticky shit all over it and get yourself off.”

He throws his head back and curls his toes, bracing himself for the impact of his orgasm. This has to top he sexual encounters and he’s not even touching you. It’s just something about you that’s driving him insane. He doesn’t even know your name, but he doesn’t need to, not when all that matters now is the pleasure of this experience.

“I’d lick it all up too, eat you out until you cry and forget your own fucking name. You want that, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I wanna feel you so bad.”

“I know, baby. You’d let me take you anyway I’d like, wouldn’t you?...I could bend you over? Dick you down with your legs pinned by your head. I fuck you up, princess and you’d never want another.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Dead silence.

“Are you kidding me? Fuck!”

The phone hangs up just as you both reach your climaxes. Disappointment is thick in the air as his quick strokes gradually begin to slow. He groans and curses angrily at the loss, and grips fistfuls of his hair in frustration. Out of all the people for this to happen to; it had to be him. Just when he thought his luck couldn’t get any worse, this happens and proves that life is just out to get him.

“Something’s gotta give, man. I can’t keep living like this.”

So, he shrugs off his needs and does what he does best—work. He puts on his headphones and hopes that one of these tracks will be the one that opens the door to all of his dreams.

Two years later…

“This is your boy Jay Millz, and you're listening to Q107.9. We got my man Suga in the motherfuckin’ building. This guy has the hottest track on the radio right now, bro. He’s gonna be chilling with us for a minute while we dip into the Rush Hour Mix with DJ Reign. Suga! How you doin’, man?...”

He nods and greets the guy behind the mic. They extend their arms for a brief handshake before he continues. “What’s good? Glad to be here, man.”

Yoongi looks around the table and sighs. He’s tired of the same fucking questions.

What’s next for you? How does it feel to be the hottest rapper out right now? Will you sign with SlaughterHouse Records?

As if he’d leave a crumb behind for the tabloids to fight over. Yoongi’s been careful; really careful. He’s worked hard to maintain a decent reputation; besides a few run-ins with the law. But overall, he’s avoided anything that could damage the image he’s created for his pseudo.

Many have tried to tear him down, or trip him up. However, he knows how to handle those people, and that’s what he’s about to do when the woman across from him asks the question lingering on the tip of her tongue. He knows it’s coming; he can tell by the way her nails tap on the table. She waits for silence and then she goes for the kill.

“So…Suga, you know I have to ask.”

The other co host sighs with an exhausted eyeroll. “Bee, please don’t start.”

“I have to. The people wanna know,” she argues and Yoongi can feel his head starting to throb.

It’s bad enough that he hates these things and they cannot stop themselves from trying to dabble in his personal life.

“Anyway, are you currently dating anyone, Suga? A fan? A girlfriend?...etc?”

Yoongi looks to his left and gives her a lazy smirk, just fucking with her mind a bit before he responds.

“Nahh, I’m good. Gotta stay focused, you feel me?”

He takes a sip from his cup and savors the cold liquor before he gulps it down, watching the poor girl slump her shoulders in defeat. However, he was a fool to think this was over.

“And what about Mu$ic Fairy?” the interviewer to his right asks.

“What about her?”

He sets down his cup and turns in the man’s direction.

“She dropped a new playlist last night. I know a lot of us would have gone to see about that by now.”

Yoongi scoffs out a laugh. “Well, I’m not a lot of us, am I?”

“Damn right,” Jay chimes in from across the table. He notices Bee shaking her head in the corner and he couldn’t agree with her more. This is ridiculous.

This girl, “Mu$ic Fairy” or whatever she calls herself is nothing but a fucking distraction. No one can resist bringing her up when he’s in the room. There’s no fucking escape.

At first, it was cute. A few Spotify playlists dropped every once in a while with a rather risqué cover just to tease, but now it’s an entire movement. Some fans are even calling themselves fairies, and wearing themed attire to his performances.

He fucking hates it. The wings, the glitter, the overly sweet tones in which they speak. Of course, he appreciates his fans and they’re fun to look at, but Yoongi’s a picky guy. And if that’s the kind of girl you are, then you aren’t his type.

“I would’ve probably hit her up after she dropped the Fre@kii Ho @nthem! playlist.”

Jay bumps fists with the other guy host after he says that and they have a “same” moment.

Bee adds her input after it quiets down.

“Well, I’m going to have to agree with—”

“Do not…say her name around me,” Yoongi intervenes.

He can’t; not when he has a show tonight. Just hearing her name pisses him off.

Another reason he hates doing interviews is because someone always has to mention…

“Oh, are you talking about that podcaster?...Damn, what’s her name…”

Jay struggles to remember while snapping his fingers, so Bee attempts to help him out. However, Yoongi cuts her off before she can speak of the devil.

“Don’t you dare.”

The woman once again backs down and carries on.

“Well anyway, I agree with you know who. She makes valid points about how none of these people were after him before he started making industry music. They don’t really fuck with the real Suga.”

Yoongi only nods his head because the annoying bitch behind that podcast is right. This Mu$ic Fairy chick started showing up when he became popular and so did her followers. But that’s about one of the only things he agrees with. Everything else is out of line. This woman doesn’t know anything about him, but yet always has an input to give when it comes to his music.

One of the interviewers notices his change in demeanor and senses the hatred he has for this chick. He steps in and changes the subject quickly.

“Shit, we’re almost out of time. That’s what happens when you’re chillin’ with one of the greatest to ever do it.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nahh, man. Don’t put that on me yet. Give me some time.”

“Many would have to disagree with you there, bro. Matter of fact, you should ask them. Why don’t you tell the listeners where you’re gonna be tonight?”

“Yuh, tonight you can catch me at the Varsity. Tickets sold out, but yeah…fuck with me.”

The interviewers briefly share a round of applause before Jay concludes.

“Alright. You heard him. Tickets sold out, but who knows ladies…he might just take you home for the after party, right bro?”

Yoongi can only press his lips in a straight line because anyone that knows him, knows that a piece of ass is the last thing on his mind right now, but for the sake of some poor girl’s imagination…

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

And because of this, he’s probably going to have to fight his way out of the club.

The rush Yoongi gets from being on stage always lingers in his veins even after the music stops. The crowd keeps the energy going and going. They scream his name, applaud his techniques, and praise his stage presence like he’s a king. He is, in a way. Suga is the king of this city; there isn’t a guy who doesn’t want to be him or a woman who doesn’t want to fuck him.

Typically, temptation is easy to resist since his career leaves him little time for extracurricular activities. However, sometimes he just can’t allow something to slip away. Not again.

“You killed it tonight, man.”

Yoongi doesn’t even spare his manager a glance as he brushes past him. His train of vision is focused on that little black dress swaying through the crowd. If he takes his eyes off of you for a second, he knows he’ll lose you in the mass of people.

“Thanks, dude. I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

He doesn’t know what was said in response because he’s out of range within seconds. He’s a man on a mission, and he’s not even sure of why.

You’re beautiful, there’s no denying that—and sexy. But something else about you is just luring him in, and he thinks he knows why. At least, that’s his excuse for following you outside of the club.

It’s dangerous, of course, since anyone could be waiting to get him alone. But tonight he can’t let you just leave without a word. He’s done that too many times. You show up to show after show, stare him down as if he’s your last meal, then leave without even a wave or goodbye.

Yoongi’s had enough; this ends now.

“Hey!”

You immediately stop in your tracks at the sound of his voice. He wastes no time trying to eliminate the distance between you, but you dash down an adjacent alley before he can get close enough to talk to you.

He follows you, and calls out to you one more time before you halt and finally respond to him.

“Hey there.”

Your voice is so dulcet, but edgy…and familiar. Where has he heard it before?

“Looking for me?” The closer he gets the more clearer the sound becomes and eventually it clicks. He knows exactly why he knows your voice.

But you aren’t the person he thought you were, and you’re the last person he wants to see.

“You’re that podcaster, aren’t you?” Yoongi questions, approaching you carefully. At least his mind still holds the common sense to be cautious.

When you look over shoulder, it’s like his breath leaves his body. He’s seen his share of gorgeous women, but you are out of this world. There’s no way you could be her. But everything is telling him that you are.

“Depends…who wants to know?”

Yoongi doesn’t know where to look first. Your face or the body that comes along with it. “You or the bitches who want to be like me?”

The moment he’s close enough to hear the cockiness oozing from your voice, he knows it’s you without a doubt. He can feel the same aura radiating from you now that he does whenever he listens to those podcasts. You’re her; he’s a hundred percent sure of it.

“So you’re bold behind the mic, but now you’re too pussy to look at me?”

You turn around on queue, adorning a wide smirk that he’d give anything to wipe off your gorgeous face. “Better?”

Yoongi nods slowly and takes a few steps towards you. With every step he takes you move backwards, allowing him to corner you and in the dimly lit alley.

“It’s funny because with all the shit you talk on air, I didn’t take you to be a runner,” he points out.

“I don’t think you know me well enough to assume that, love.”

“But you know me well enough to critique my music?”

You hum. “I do, actually.”

“Really?” When your back nearly touches the brick wall, he leans in a little closer. You show no signs of uneasiness so he plants his palm on brick structure and hovers over your shorter frame. “What makes you believe that?”

“Because I’ve been a fan for a very long time. Ever since your underground days. You’ve never noticed me…but I was there.”

When he gives you a look, you roll your eyes. Of course, he doesn’t believe a word that pretty mouth of yours spits out.

“Your first real gig was on your birthday. You were a senior in high school and you invited your parents to the show. You looked around and when you finally saw them you smiled like a fucking dork.”

Damn. You read him like a book, but that doesn’t make up for the negativity spilled on your behalf.

“So you’ve been following me to shows so you can build up the repertoire for your little podcast? For how long?”

You shake your head in denial.

“I followed you because you’ve always been my favorite artist. I admire you, and I’ve been around since the beginning. Even when nobody was fucking with your music…your real music. The kind you’re passionate about.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Like you would know anything about that.”

“But, I do. That’s why I’m so pissed at you. All you make is industry music now, and I’m just…bored, I guess.”

You’re cute when you shrug your shoulders, but your eyes are lethal. He feels like he’s being stripped bare under your gaze. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were silently flirting with him, but they’d be a reach.

“So find a hobby,” he suggests.

“I did find hobbies. The podcast, the playlists, the—”

“Wait,” Yoongi’s face contorts with confusion at those words, believing that he’s misheard you, “...you said playlists. What playlists?”

Your smirk returns and Yoongi suddenly feels his cock slowly rising in his underwear. Why do the heavens place the demons in the most beautiful women; he’ll never understand.

“You know which playlists I’m talking about, love…” your hand makes a move to touch his shoulder but he grabs your arm to prevent contact, “they were made for you.”

“Made for me? What does…”

Oh, damn.

“Are you…?”

“Well, it sure isn’t the whore in there dressed like Tinkerbell. You think I’d wear that shit?” Your laugh is so intoxicating; he almost cracks a smile just standing there watching you. “I don’t need all of that to grasp your attention. I never have.”

Yoongi shakes his head. All this time you were right under his nose. Two women he could never stand to mention are placed right in front of him, hiding behind a goddess. It’s pure comedy; his reaction to the news should have him pulling away from you and heading in the opposite direction.

But can admit that he judges a book by its cover; you aren’t what he thought you were. You’re different, interesting…someone he’d actually like to have underneath him in the opportunity ever presents itself. But he’s confused…why him? Why go through all the trouble if the music is all you care about? That whole Mu$ic Fairy concept has completely fucked with his mind.

How does he go from having no interest to wanting to see what it’s all about? There has to be more to it; otherwise, it makes no sense. You two are strangers.

He shouldn’t crave the warmth beneath his palm while his hand grips your forearm, but he does. The skin to skin contact should not arouse him so easily, but there’s no denying the bulge forming in his pants. Despite all of this, Yoongi keeps his composure the best he can; you’re too cocky for him to just slip up and expose himself.

“Out of all the times to fuck with me…” he pauses when your beautiful glossed lips part to blow the strawberry bubblegum you’ve been chewing. Your tongue darts out to pop and collect the medium-sized pink bubble, and he can feel his knees buckle when you suck it back in.

He’s usually not this fond of people and gum, but the way you handle it, the way you slowly rolled it over your tongue in preparation was a fucking sinful, and he can’t get enough of watching you do it.

“Why tonight?” he asks you.

You bat your thick lashes, probably knowing good and well what you’re doing to him. He knows you’re taunting him, silently asking for him to make a move, but he won’t. You’ll have to beg him for it.

“Because…I’m horny, and I’m tired of waiting for your clueless ass to figure this out.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Bullshit.”

He looks down as your finger loops underneath one of his chains and tugs him closer, something he wouldn’t allow anyone to do, but somehow you already earned privileges. You don’t know how dangerous of a game you’re playing with him, but he silently prays you’ll get to find out. He’d give anything to bend over the hood of his car and—

“And, I think you owe me something,” you inform, placing your other hand on his shoulder once he slides his to your waist.

“What might that be, love?”

Your smirk widens as you hypnotize him with your brown orbs. He can smell your perfume and flavored gum even better from this proximity, and your scent makes him feel like he’s in some sort of blissful haze—intoxicated by the smell of you. It’s no secret that he wants you bad; he just can’t let you know that. Not until you tell him why you’re doing all of this.

“An orgasm.”

Everything grows quiet after you articulate those words. It only takes him a couple of seconds to remember, and when his mind processes it all, his brain nearly malfunctions as he tries to speak.

“You’re fucking with me,” he insists.

“You should know by now that I’m tired of the games, Yoongi.” His body shutters when you use his real name. Something he’d normally go off about, but he never wants you to stop saying it. He needs to hear you say it again; for an entirely different reason. “You can tell me to fuck off, if you want.”

He blinks a few times, not realizing he was just standing there and not saying anything.

“No, no. I’m just–wow…I never expected you to remember me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s not everyday you’re matched with your favorite rapper on a sex hotline,” you wink and Yoongi’s mouth falls open.

“You knew it was me the whole time?...and you didn’t say anything?”

You nod. “Yeah, I did. Your voice, your demeanor; I knew from the start, but I played along because you obviously weren’t on the call to talk about mixtapes. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself, I guess.”

“This is fucking crazy.”

Yoongi’s speechless. That was kind, and you kept it a secret all this time. Suddenly, all of this seems kind of sexy. It’s a secret he could have been in on if only he had read between the lines. However, he knows now, and it’s still technically still a secret…if it stays between you and him.

Your lips are once again his main focus; he’s so close to living the fantasies he had of you all those nights he wondered about how you handled yourself after the phone call ended. Did you come? Or was your mood ruined like his? He sure hopes not, because you were incredible and if anyone deserved to finish, it should have been you.

He was right about you too. You are sexy, and the longer he stands here with you, the harder it is for him to hold back on his urges. But hearing your needy voice breaks him entirely.

“How much longer am I going to have to wait for it, Yoongi?”

All regards for his reputation goes out the window. He looks towards both ends of the alley before he makes his move. Anyone could be watching, but once he feels your hands sliding up his body, he decides that that is no longer his concern.

“Come here.”

Yoongi grabs you by your throat, but doesn’t squeeze or choke you. He just wants you closer, and your eyes tell him you understand where he’s going from.

“I live 20 minutes away from here, think you can wait that long?”

“Do I have a choice?” you reply and that sass is what gets him riled up.

He doesn’t think twice about kissing your pillow soft lips. He’s been staring at them, wishing he could feel them, taste them, and now he is and he already can’t get enough. The level of sweetness on his taste buds is sinful, but it’s one addiction he’d never give up.

His tongue enters your mouth without any resistance from you, and he eagerly explores its depths, getting familiar with the woman wrapped in his arms as if he has all the time in the world with you. Your moans sends vibrations through his throat when he lifts your leg, nuzzling his crotch against your heat.

Yoongi would fuck you right now while he has you pinned against this wall but that just wouldn’t satisfy his thirst for you. You’ve been teasing him for too long for him to just rush this. It took two years to lead up to this moment, a quickie would never do it any justice.

“I need you to be on your best behavior until we get to my place,” he tells you through his slightly labored breaths.

“And if I don’t?”

His features harden.

“Then you won’t get anything, now come on. Let’s dip before one of your friends sees me without security.”

Or…before he changes his mind. He’s had plenty of bad ideas, but this tops the list.

Breathtaking.

It’s the only thing you can think about as your eyes scan over the sleek hood of the Lamborghini Gallardo. The man’s got some taste, you have to admit. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be taking you to his place. You like the fact that he’s picky, but always chooses correctly.

You drink in the sight before—Yoongi standing there in his stage outfit, complimenting his car. The vehicle’s custom, all white except for the tires and the heavily tinted windows. You could only quiver at the image of him driving it, and when it actually happens, your mind and your mouth start to go in different directions.

He asks you basic questions like your name and where you’re from; you can only hope you’ve given him the correct answers because you cannot break away from the visual of him gripping the wheel with one hand while he’s laid back in his seat. His jewelry glistens and shines even in the darkness of his car, but your eyes still fight through the nearly blinding twinkle so you can watch the man behind it all.

You’ve wanted him since you first saw him. He came to a pep rally at your high school and you fell in love with his music and his sound—his voice especially. Sure he was a cutie, still is. But he had so much hunger, so much passion for music that you felt him on a spiritual level.

He did so well on his first performance, and you remember telling your friends how much you wanted to listen to his Soundcloud when the event was over. Of course, they laughed and thought he sucked because he didn’t fit their visual standards, but now…they probably wish they’d been a little more invested in him.

“Can you stop doing that and answer my question?”

There it is again. That voice. It drives you crazy; when he said hello to you on that hotline, you knew without a doubt you were talking to your favorite rapper.

“Wha–Doing what?”

“Eye fucking me and biting your lip like that. Do you want me to pull over?”

Well.

You open your mouth to speak but he interjects.

“Actually, never mind. Don’t even answer that. Certain things I don’t need in my head while I’m operating a vehicle.”

Your neck and face heat up. If only he knew that you aren’t as confident as you appear. He’s hot, but the fact that he doesn’t know it makes him hotter.

“Sorry,” you turn towards the window so you can smile. You don’t want to feed his ego. No matter how much he denies it, he’s cocky as hell. If he knows you’re gawking over him simply driving, he’ll run with it. “...What did you ask me?”

A slow exhale leaves his lips, like he’s slightly annoyed and you should be offended, but damn—it was kind of sexy.

“I just wanted to know what you do for a living. How can you afford to travel and come to shows all the time? ...I’m just curious.”

“Why? You think I’m selling my—”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“You were thinking it, and the answer is ‘no’. And no, I don’t have an OnlyFans either…probably should, though. I’d make bank,” you shrug.

“Look, I know you aren’t doing any of that. Honestly, you seem kind of selfish with the goods anyway, but…tell me how you keep up. That’s all I’m saying. Podcasts bring in that much money?”

“No they don’t, especially when you do them for free. I’m a writer. I write songs and I sell them to some of your favorite artists.”

Yoongi whistles. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Name a few.”

“This isn’t roll call, babe. If you wanna look up my credentials, you know my name now…Google me.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Fine,” you scoff.

When you look forward, you notice that you’re entering a gated community. Yoongi lets down his window and waves at the on-duty guard before the older man opens the automatic gate.

After driving past many luxurious homes, Yoongi pulls into a driveway and uses a clicker to open the garage door.

“We’re here,” he announces.

His home is lovely, and you’re in awe by the set up and interior design once you enter. You’re impressed, most guys don’t spend much thought on this level of organization.

Yoongi leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering more and more as you get closer to the top of the stairs. Your knees buckle slightly when he opens the door, but your eyes still look in every direction once you’ve made it inside.

It’s dark, but you can still make out the colors that fill the room. Blacks and grays with white walls. His bed is draped with a dark set; you can’t help but find it inviting. And it’s huge; you imagine he must be a wild sleeper because you couldn’t imagine sleeping in a bed that large alone.

“I love your home, Suga.”

He waves his hand. “Thanks, but you don’t have to call me that. You didn’t call me that earlier.”

“I didn’t?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head and tells you that you can make yourself comfortable while he disappears into his closet. When he returns with clothes, you tilt your head with curiosity. “I’m gonna go shower, don’t get too nosey while you’re in here by yourself.”

“You’re leaving me? Why can’t I join you?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen for a second and a hand runs through his hair while he ponders over his answer. “Because umm…”

You crane your neck trying to coax an answer but he still stammers.

“It’s…you know.”

You smile. He’s kind of adorable, in a way.

“Too intimate?”

“Exactly.”

Your head lolls back while you laugh and Yoongi huffs in annoyance as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“What am I supposed to do while you’re in there?” you call out and he stops to turn around.

You watch him get ready to produce a smart remark. However, he pauses before he can get it out. He puts his clothes on the bed and walks over to the nightstand, turning on his laptop and grabbing some Bluetooth headphones from the drawer.

“Here,” he says, pairing them to his computer and then handing them to you. You take them before you look up at him, wondering where he’s going with this, but he’s quick to fill you in. “Listen to this, I won’t be long.”

Yoongi puts on some music and gives you a wink that makes your pussy clench. He leaves you sitting on his bed, headphones in hand without another word.

For the first minute you stare at the object wondering what’s being played, but your curiosity takes over quickly and before you know it, they’re coming over your ears. You don’t regret it the second you hear his voice.

The music begins to travel through the speakers, you become obsessed with it from the very first track. You love that it’s similar to his original sound, but it isn’t the same track over and over again. They’re all so different yet so him. You can hear and feel the amount of dedication and effort he put into it. Like it wasn’t done out of obligation, but because he wanted to do it for himself. You can’t help but get up and sway your hips to the music.

You feel so connected to him through his work, and that’s why you go on and on about how you wish he’d make another mixtape because this shit is fire. You wonder how long he’s been hiding it from the world.

You aren’t expecting him to be sitting on the bed when you turn around. Your hand finds your chest and you lower the volume on the headset.

“How long have you been sitting there? You fucking scared me.”

He shrugs. “Long enough to know that I want that dress off of you.”

Your startled expression turns smug. “Oh, really?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“So…you want me to take it off?” You raise an eyebrow.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re going to have to use your words with me if you want something.”

Yoongi’s arms fold at his chest; his white tee strains against his beefiness. You remember how his clothes used to swallow him, but now he’s filling them up quite nicely, if you may. Either way, he looks good. It’s just a natural trait he possesses.

“I mean either you can take it off or you can leave. Doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugs his shoulders.

If you weren’t horny just looking at him sitting there in his boxers, you’d call his bluff. But you’ve already picked up on his stubbornness and you know better than to try him. “Fine.”

You sigh as you drag down the straps of your dress, rolling your eyes when he tells you to slow down. You flip your hair and twirl your body as you wiggle the fabric down your hips, turning around in the opposite direction to give him a peek at your derriere.

Looking over your shoulder, you notice how his face becomes etched with approval. You give yourself a silent applaud for selecting this piece. You’re sure your thong leaves nothing for his imagination. It also doesn’t help that you’re topless.

You stop torturing him and turn around so he can see the front.

“Damn,” is all he can say.

You take off your heels before walking towards him and his eyes never leave your breasts the entire journey, even once you’re standing between his legs, preparing to straddle his lap.

“I want you.” You tell him as if he doesn’t already know.

Yoongi’s hands find your waist while you place your knees on the bed. As soon as you’re on his lap, you can feel his bulge threatening to burst out of his underwear. It’d be so simple to pull your panties aside and milk him for everything he has, but not tonight. He’s the one who owes you a good fucking.

“How badly?”

His lips find your skin and make their way to your tits, making you clutch onto his damp curly strands while he sucks and tugs on your sensitive nipples. Your hands tug his hair, and you force him to look at your face.

“Yoongi. You’re either going to fuck me or I’m going to fuck you. What’s it going to be—”

He scoops you up and drops you on the mattress, making you squeak in surprise. The dark gleam in his orbs has your thighs rubbing and your fists clinging onto the comforter. He's finally had enough, and hopefully he doesn’t hold back anymore.

“You asked for this,” he warns you and you almost giggle with glee. He pulls his shirt over his head and is about to toss it somewhere, but then he changes his mind. Yoongi looks at you for a moment, contemplating before he speaks. “You trust me, right?”

“Well, I came home with you even though you hate me, didn’t I?...Why do you ask?”

“So a lot or a little?”

You groan.

He chuckles and you feel the butterflies once again. Yoongi turns the volume up on his laptop before holding up a thumb to ask if it is too loud. Honestly, you’re glad it tuned him out because though you understand that safety is first, there’s little you wouldn’t try when it comes to this man. You’ve been waiting as patiently as you could to experience this and you’re ready to get started.

You nod and his devilish smirk is the last thing you see before he throws his shirt over your head. Darkness fills your vision but it doesn’t bother you as long as his voice is filling your ears. His cold hands slide up your thighs and spread them, wasting no time in touching your slightly sodden underwear.

Gasps escape your lips when his finger presses gently on your clit, and you can only hope the sound isn’t too awkward since you cannot hear yourself.

The bed dips so you assume he’s climbing on and you release a breath when you feel his lips hovering over your body. He leaves kisses between your breasts and he doesn’t stop until your lace panties prevent him from accessing any more skin.

Yoongi quickly slides them off, leaving lying on his bed completely naked. Everything from the moment when his tongue dips into your center is one feverish bliss. Your back arches, your toes curl, and your fingers entangle in his hair. The sounds you’re making are probably feral and of an obnoxious volume but Yoongi doesn’t bother to shush you or stop his sinful movements.

He draws circles over your throbbing clit with his tongue, moving in the same motion as you do as you swivel your hips. This song has you in the mood to grind your pussy on his face, and that’s entirely his fault for coming up with such vulgar lyrics. It’s filthy and you feel the muscles in your stomach tightening by the seconds. You scream his name over and over but he just keeps going until you release the pressure built up inside of you.

The shirt is snatched off your face as you’re at your peak and what you see between your thighs only intensifies your orgasm. His face is buried in your heat, sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth and nibbling gently while you squirm in his iron grip.

Yoongi kisses your inner thighs once you begin to calm down to help you relax. When you back slowly droop onto the bed is when he carefully removes the headphones, turning them off and then setting them on the nightstand next to his laptop.

“I would go back for seconds, but that would only make me want more,” he tells you. He opens the bottom drawer and pulls out some condoms then throws them on the bed.

“I don’t know if I’d survive that.”

“Well, you better say a prayer because we aren’t done,” he laughs and excitement bubbles inside of you.

Yoongi switches the music to something else and you can’t help but pout.

You sigh. “I pray you aren’t all talk.”

He glares at you for your comment and steps closer to the bed.

“You’re a sweet girl, but…” he flips you on your stomach and pulls you up by the waist, positioning you so that your ass and pussy are directly in his line of sight, “you need to watch how you fucking speak to me.”

A shriek leaves your lips when he slaps your ass. “Yoongi…please.”

“Please? You want me to stop?”

“No!” Your voice is high pitched and shaky, almost unrecognizable to your ears. “Don’t stop, please.”

Yoongi finds humor in your desperation. “Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck,” you whine but it’s the wrong answer. “Yoongi, please do it again.”

“No.”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

“I said no.”.

“Such a fucking asshole,” you mumble insults, thinking they’re too low for him to hear.

“What was that?”

You look behind you and notice Yoongi rolling a condom over his dick. You can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of those veiny hands stroking his cock slowly, preparing himself to dive into your wetness. You’ve always wondered what he looked like doing that, ever since that time on the phone.

“Nothing,” you lie.

He puts his knee on the bed and inches closer to you. You tease him by wiggling your ass a little but he places a hand on your hip to still you. “You know…”

You can feel his cock against your entrance and your body pushes back on him to try and get it inside of you yourself. However, your impatience makes you forget how petty the man behind you really is.

The tip slips past your folds and with the amount of arousal seeping from your opening, he’s able to slide in with ease. But it’s only a taste; the majority of his cock still remains outside of you, and quickly your frustration takes control of you.

“If you wanna meet an asshole…” he makes a loud gasp leave your lips when he, without warning, slams into your pussy in one smooth motion. You whimper; a harsh snatch of your hair makes you wince and grip the sheets. Your head is turned in an uncomfortable position, but the only thing you can focus on is the intensity of the stretch and the way his dick doesn’t leave any room to spare, “I could introduce you to one.”

Yoongi pushes your head forward and pins you to the mattress. Your teeth grit together because of your sensitivity. You could come just like this without him even moving. That’s how worked up you still are. You just need a moment to pull yourself together, but Yoongi doesn’t have the patience for that.

“Arch your fucking back.”

He pulls out but swiftly snaps back into you, causing you to let out a squeak. You try to cover your mouth but his large hand comes down on your ass before you can do so. Your moans turn into screams within minutes, increasing in volume each time Yoongi slaps your rear.

“I know you can do better than that. Straighten up before I do it for you,” he grunts through the lewd skin-slapping noises that fill the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back like he demands. The position is only uncomfortable for a few seconds, but eventually it becomes familiar and the sensitivity ebbs away.

Yoongi lets go of your hair and starts rubbing his hands all over your ass, kneading the reddened flesh and giving it words of appreciation.

When you start to fuck him back he holds your waist and pulls you back on his cock. Your body begins to move naturally with the rhythm of the background music and he allows you to set the pace while he whispers obscene remarks.

“Look at you taking it just like a whore.”

You can feel the arousal between your thighs, dripping and making a mess of the sheets. The squelching sounds are disgusting but don’t phase you in this heated moment. You have more important things to worry about. Like how long you’ll be able to keep this up. You weren’t expecting him to have this much stamina, but you’ve learned to never judge a book by the cover.

He’s strong, the grip he has on you is evidence to that. The way he’s handling you like you’re nothing but a fuck toy he can use at his discretion has you clenching around his dick. His deep chuckle fills the room when he feels your walls tighten.

“On your next podcast, you should tell them how I fucked your brains out to your own playlist,” he comments.

Yoongi’s thrusts have your knees trembling and nearly giving out, but he’s quick to assure that you keep up. “No fucking slacking, whore. Do better or I’ll pull out and use your throat instead.”

You’re sure your ass will be sore in the morning because Yoongi cannot keep his hands off of it. He strikes you every chance he gets and the stinging sensation from his blows push you closer and closer to your peak.

“Fuck. Yoongi…please.”

Tears roll down your cheek when his cock travels deeper, touching the spot that makes you unravel at the seams. It’s all too much and you beg him to allow you to surrender to the pleasure.

“Not yet. Shit, do you have any idea how juicy your ass looks like this?”

“But I can’t,” you sob into the comforter.

A slap to your left cheek leaves you a shaky mess. However, he shows you no mercy and does the same thing to the other side.

“That’s not an option. If you come, I swear—”

“Sorry…” Your muffled cries are the last thing you can recall before your body accidentally gives in.

Your juices leak onto the bed while you hold on for dear life, afraid you’ll float away if you let go of the fabric. But just as your orgasm reaches its peak, it’s ripped away from you by one of the foulest humans on this planet.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he growls as he drags you off the bed. Yoongi forces you to your knees, ignoring your pleas to regain what was stolen from you. He slaps your cheek a few times, snapping you back into reality and demanding your attention. “Answer me!”

“You…You told me not to come,” you hiccup.

His expression tells you how displeased he is, but it’s too bad that you don’t care. Something comes over you that has you sucking it up and wiping your tears. If he wants to play dirty, you can do it too.

“So why did you?...I never said that you could.”

You look up at him with innocent eyes. However, you have no intentions on being good anymore.

“Because it felt good and I wanted to,” you tell him and he grabs your face.

“You don’t get to decide what you want to do or what feels good. If you had the answers you wouldn’t have been begging for my dick for two years.”

Yoongi pulls off the condom and brings his cock to your mouth. You clench your fist to hold back the excitement when he tells you to open. You’ve craved the taste of him even though you’ve never had him. Your mouth waters as you wait for him to enter, and when he does, he doesn’t stop until reaches the back of your throat.

“Tap my thigh if you need air, and do not suck until I tell you to, understand?”

You mumble around him as best as you can. “Mmhm.”

Before you can prepare yourself for a pace you know will be relentless, Yoongi withdraws and slowly re-enters your crevice. Your eyes roll back from the fullness and addicting taste of him. You want more—need more to fulfill your desire.

Ignoring his instructions, you enclose your lips around him and begin to suck him in each time he tries to pull out. “Easy,” he warns but you keep going.

One of your hands comes up to fondle his balls and Yoongi’s deep moans begin to fill your ears. He throws his head back in pleasure while you give him, what you would consider, the best blowjob of his life. The sound he produces is the only music you want to hear. His voice holds so much lust and bass, arousal gushes from your cunt as a result.

“Fuck, I told you not to do that.”

You hum around him, sending vibrations up his shaft. The feeling brings him to his senses and he places both his hands on your head. You have to grab onto his thighs to keep yourself steady since he’s starting to take control. You try to maintain the suction but his wild movements make it impossible.

“You wanted to suck me off so badly. Keep it up,” he grunts, increasing his speed.

You choke on his dick and the sounds make him twitch in your mouth. Yoongi starts to intentionally go deeper, but he’s unsatisfied by the lack of space there is for him.

He pulls out of you, leaving you coughing and gasping at the sudden intake of air.

“Well, damn. Do I have to teach you how to suck dick too?”

Yoongi shakes his head as he looks down on you then uses his index and middle finger to open your mouth. He pushes the digits in and finds the back of your mouth with ease, pressing on the back of your tongue to make you open wider. “Stop being shy and open this pretty fucking mouth,” he demands, making you gag on his fingers.

Your eyes water and spit drips down your chin. You must look like a complete mess, but Yoongi cannot take his eyes off of you.

“Now show me, and I’ll give you some more.”

You’re scolded before you can even wrap your lips around his fingers.

“Stop being fucking lazy.” He gives your cheek a few more slaps before shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth.

This time you slurp and allow your saliva to coat his digits. ”Fucking, right. Now open up and milk this dick.”

Yoongi removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. This time you just open your mouth and let him in. He uses your head like a fleshlight and drills into you at a rapid speed. You try your best to keep eye contact and breath through your nose, but then out of nowhere he buries his cock down your throat.

There’s an intense burning in your airways due to lack of oxygen but it’s nothing you can’t handle. The rush takes you so high you become slightly lightheaded, sending a tingling sensation straight to your center. Nothing but music, the sound of you choking on his dick, and his sound of pleasure can be heard and the way he calls your name sends your ego through the roof.

“Shit, I’m gonna come. Stay just like this, sweetheart.”

Within five long thrusts, his warm seed deposits on your tastebuds. You try to swallow everything but he pulls out quickly and empties the rest on your lips and chin. Your tongue tries to gather as much as you can, but some places are impossible to reach.

“Come here.” Yoongi pulls you from the floor and brings you closer, greeting you with a sloppy kiss once you’re on your feet. He laps up all the cum on your face and gathers it all on his tongue before he feeds it to you. You savor the taste of both of you as the kiss prolongs, and even after he pulls away you can’t help but remember how good he tasted.

If you had to guess which body part Yoongi favors the most, you’d say it was your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from them. You bite them, he shudders. You lick them, his cock twitches. So you can’t control yourself when it comes to teasing him and pressing them against his soft skin.

“You must want another round if you keep that up,” he mentions as you make your way to his earlobe. You nibble on it gently before you whisper in his ear.

“I just wanna come one more time before you kick me out.”

“Who said I was kicking you out?”

“You aren’t?”

Yoongi ushers you to his bed and helps you lie down before he joins you. He hovers over you once again and his hand snakes between your thighs.

“I definitely am, but not right now. I’m not done with you,” he informs, fingers entering your heat while his thumb caresses your clit.

“Well, hurry up then.”

He frowns. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Yeah, whenever someone has the balls to make me shut up—”

“Interesting,” he states after his hand pins your neck to the mattress. “Let’s test that theory.”

Yoongi’s digits begin to move in and out of your wetness, producing more lewd noises and causing your body to shake with sensitivity.

“Yoongi.”

His name flows past your lips like water. It’s the only word you can think of at the moment. Having been worked up all this time with no relief makes you desperate to satisfy the lingering desire that’s settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Feels good, huh?”

It feels damn good. Your hips buck off the bed to match his movements so you can chase your high. “Yes…more.”

“More?”

His hand tightens its grip and restricts your air supply. He knows how close to the edge it takes you by now and he doesn’t hesitate to use it against you.

“Say please and I’ll make you come all over my fingers,” he chuckles, knowing you can’t respond like this.

You try to speak, but everything gets trapped in your throat. You can only claw at his chest, begging him to guide you to your release. He loosens his grip and through your coughs you manage to give him the answer he wants.

“Please. I can’t take it.”

Yoongi gives you a fake pout, squeezing your face between his fingers. “But you can…watch this.”

His fingers curl inside of you and you’re seeing stars. Your nails dig into his arm, body arching off the bed due to the intense wave of pleasure that hits you. You try to run, but he pins you down and forces you to accept the mind-blowing orgasm you were begging for.

“You talked a bunch of shit, now back it up, love,” Yoongi tells you while your walls clench around him. His hand covers your mouth, preventing your screams from waking up the neighbors as if it isn’t already too late for that. “Let’s see if this cunt’s worth the headache.”

The coil snaps and your body stiffens. Yoongi’s deep voice continues to degrade you as your juices squirt all over his bed. Even though you cry out from the sensitivity he fucks you until the last drop. Your body just falls on the bed once he’s done with you, and you move into a fetal position when he carefully slides out his fingers.

The aftershock of your release has you twitching, but the bliss you feel is superior. This is what it feels like to get fucked out, and you knew he would be the person to deliver. Satisfied would be an understatement because you weren’t expecting to be stuck like this after you were done. Usually, you’re able to get up and go before they can return from the bathroom, but tonight you can only lay there in silence while Yoongi cleans you up with a warm cloth.

“I didn’t break you, huh?”

“The opposite, actually,” you laugh weakly.

“Good.” He lays his body beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, enjoying the familiar beat that plays into the dark room. It’s your phone sex song; the beat he played to help you relax. “Remember this?”

“Yeah, how can I forget?”

“You keep saying that like I’m always on your mind.”

“Maybe you are,” you reply.

A soft scoff comes from behind you. “I hope you’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

There’s silence, then eventually a long sigh.

“I want you gone before I wake up, okay?”

You shake your head. Not in disbelief because it’s what you expected, but because he can’t read between the lines. But you aren’t naïve and you know when someone wants you just as bad as you want them. So for now, you’ll be patient.

“Fair enough,” you answer.

Satisfied, he rolls over and drifts off into sleep, leaving you awake to wallow in your thoughts. It seemed best to just get up and leave then, but it takes nearly an hour to regain your strength. And just when you think it’s safe for you to slip away and consider this night one of the good memories, the warmth you felt before returns and pulls you closer—it is then that your eyes become heavy and you submit to the comfort you know you aren’t supposed to have.

When Yoongi wakes up and finds a cold empty bed, he can only throw his head back in frustration. He hopes…no, he prays he didn’t say anything to make you feel like he wasn’t interested. He knows he can be a dick, but he was just pissed and horny last night. You’re not easy to handle, but he likes that about you. You aren’t afraid to put him in his place.

He rolls out of bed and the first thing he notices is that his laptop is still playing music, so he makes turning it off his first task. However, once he enters the password, he finds an opened document with a typed note in the center of the page.

If you ever think of me, just call...If you want?

Yoongi’s speechless, and out of his damn mind. That’s the only excuse he has for picking up his phone and calling the number you left at 9 am in the damn morning. The longer the phone rings, the more regret fills him. He can’t help but think you left that there to tease him for calling you so quickly. He tries to hang up but before he can remove the phone from his ear the ringing stops and your beautiful voice blesses him once again.

“Hello?”

He panics, and doesn’t respond. He searches the room frantically and finds his excuse lying on the floor right in front of him.

“Yeah, you left your earring. Looks expensive,” he murmurs before he clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m wearing both of mine now. Must be for someone else.”

Embarrassment washes over him as he stands there naked in his bedroom. How could he be so stupid? That thing’s probably months old, if not longer. He wonders if you saw it. Maybe that’s why you left.

“I’m kidding, Yoongi. If it’s a gold hoop, it’s mine,” you laugh and he feels a weight left from his shoulders.

The idea of you finding stuff that belongs to other women in his home doesn’t put a good feeling in his chest. He also doesn’t want you to think of him as someone who lets anyone in his home because he’s not that kind of guy.

“Haha, you’re so funny,” he says once your giggles cease.

“And you’re sarcastic.”

Still sharp as hell. He thinks to himself.

“Whatever.” He takes a seat on his bed and rests his back against the headboard while he checks emails on his laptop and uses small talk to melt away the awkwardness. “So…you left in a hurry, huh?”

Smooth.

“You told me you wanted me gone before you woke up, remember?”

Of course, he did. Because he’s an idiot.

“Yeah, I was just fucking with you, though. I would have given you a ride or something, you know.”

“No worries. I made it to my hotel room safely,” you assure and he releases a sigh of relief.

“Well, that’s good. Glad to hear that.”

“Mmhm, miss me already, huh?...too bad you kicked me out.”

“Honestly, I thought I was gonna wake up to some tits in my face, but that’s fair.”

There’s some shuffling in the background like you’re moving something, but he doesn’t ask any questions about it.

“Can you remember anything from last night?” you ask him after a beat of silence.

His fingers run through his hair as he thinks about all the filthy images replaying in his mind.

“Well yeah, I remember you, of course. You were fucking incredible. But everything after that moment was a blur. Please don’t tell me I did something stupid.”

“No, you’re good. I had fun.”

So did he. He wishes it’d happen again, and again. “And you’re okay too, right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ass is sore and I can barely sit down, but I feel good. Thanks for that.”

Thank heavens you are. He knows how rough he was and most women aren’t into that but you took it and enjoyed it. You were fun to play with, and now his cock twitches at the thought of what your ass must look like now, covered in his marks.

“What about you?”

“I’m fine, love. Bummed about having to work, but I’m good,” he responds.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. And I’m sorry I kept you up when you have to work this morning.”

“Don’t apologize for that. I enjoyed your company, and…”

He almost told you that he missed you, but caught himself at the last minute.

“And what?”

“Uhh, nothing,” he gulps. “I was reading something…Forgot what I was going to say.”

“O’kay.”

Yoongi can tell by the sound of your voice that you don’t buy it.

“Yup,” is all he can say in response.

After a minute or two of both of you just holding the phone, you finally say something to keep the conversation going. “Yoongi?”

“Hm…”

“Are you busy right now or…?”

He places his laptop beside him because he can assure that whatever he has to do isn’t as important as this.

“No, what’s up?”

“Well, it’s about last night,” you admit.

Now, he’s kind of nervous. What else happened while he was in his post orgasmic bliss.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Yoongi stays on the line waiting patiently for your answer, and it’s one he doesn’t expect.

“Well, you still owe me, you know?”

Interesting.

“And what do you mean by that?” he questions.

“Well…”

Yoongi already knows where this is going and luckily he knows exactly how to handle this situation. “Not satisfied, are you, baby?”

“No, I am. But…”

He chuckles. “You want some more?”

“If it isn't too much trouble. And if you have time, of course.”

You’re as sly as a fox and you know how to get what you want. It’s hot, but he’s going to have to humble you before he does anything else.

“No trouble at all, baby. Do me a favor, and spread your legs for me.”

“Okay.”

He hears some more movement and then you return, prepared to do anything he tells you in the hopes of pleasuring yourself. You tell him once you’re ready and he provides you with more instructions, in which you follow without question.

“Now, facetime me and place the phone between your thighs so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Within a second, his phone notifies him of an incoming facetime call. He answers it and finds you sitting in your hotel room. You’re wearing a large shirt but he can still see the fresh blooms from where he took your skin between his teeth the night before creeping up your neck. He can’t stop the smirk from spreading across his face.

He curses when he sees your cunt, all glistening and wet with your juices. His mouth waters but he pushes his filthy thoughts in the back of his mind.

“This is what you’re going to do,” he starts, watching in awe as strings of arousal snap while you’re scissoring yourself in his presence, “...you’re going to imagine me fucking your brains out and you’re gonna use that image to get yourself off…without me.”

“Yoongi—”

He tsks. “I’m not your man, and making you come is not my job, baby.”

“But…”

If he gave a fuck, he’d break hearing how desperate and needy your voice sounds, but you need to understand that he isn’t going to come every time you call for him. He’s a busy man and he doesn’t need distractions.

“But nothing…Now, bye. Have fun.”

He hangs up just as you start to curse at him and yell into the phone. But he knows this isn’t over; you’re probably getting a ride over to his place right now, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

You were able to just walk out of here this morning without even waking him. That doesn’t sit right with him, and there’s only one solution for it really—

He’s just going to have to fuck you harder during round two…

And maybe, just maybe…get to know you a little bit after.

We’ll see.

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bigassbowlingballhead · 5 months

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hello! astrology anon back, from a very long work shift, so apologies to keep everyone waiting. I didnt know yall would be so interested lol! so I'm going to hit base level on all things, and then I can go into more detail about specific things if you want. Nick is a Libra, they're flirts, theyre whores(in theory), theyre hopeless romantics, they love beauty and art and poetry, and .. flirting, they love flirting. they flirt by accident, they dont even know they're flirting its a second nature. So that's a start, but his mars is cancer, mars rules anger (we dont care about that rn) and sexuality. so think cancer-like kinks. domestic bliss is one, and by that I mean breeding. call them daddy. say 'breed me' at them, they will HAPPILY oblige. cancer mars does consider the whole romancing thing part of the foreplay though, a nice dinner, some candles, roses, a massage, would really get them going. some things that commonly occur in them are exhibition kinks, no real danger, just.. up against a window. and corruption kinks. play innocent for them, let them ruin you. (who would mind letting nick ruin them?) better yet, let them chase you down. Then we can head to his Venus, which rules love but there's also some sexuality in that right? (not to exclude the ace bbies, ur all valid!) Nick's got a Scorpio, now we ALL know scorpios are the 'freaks' of the zodiac, that's where the REAL kinks come in. scorpios lean toward kink, occult, goth fashion (we know bby girl had an emo phase) and possession (as in being very jealous) the kind that want to own you and let everyone know, leave plenty of marks so everyone knows exactly how good they uh.. well fucked you, lets be honest. not even my opinion, just commonly accepted fact, a venus Scorpio man is one of the most sexual of the zodiac signs, a very dominant placement (its hilarious he always ends up on the bottom) and by dominant I mean a touch sadistic, perhaps an extreme view, but I don't think a little blood would scare Nick off, (provided it didn't scare you off). He has.. so much scorpio all over his chart, that I'm sorry to break it to anyone that isn't down with it, but the boy's a sadist, an I don't really mean.. super rough either maybe just spankings, some choking, face slapping, but I don't think you could scare him off with more extreme things. he's soft enough in other placements to lean into what youe comfy with! but also, any kink folks out there who have fucked with sadists know what I mean by this, he's a /lazy sadist/. That Taurus Lilith he's got, oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for... as long as he could stand to hear you whimper, (probably a while, good luck) BUT! scorpio is also water and he's got so much other water in there, babygirl loves some cuddles, i think he's excellent at consent, and I think he's excellent at aftercare. I'd bet money that someones told him 'i said you could hit me nick jesus christ just do it' more than once, (which is very sexy of him imo) I think he'd take good care and be very Intune to his partners needs and body cues. and then be SO happy to give you a bath, and put on your pajamas and wrap you in a blanket and make you a snack, hold you for hours and tell you how proud he was, and how good you did and how much he loves you. overall, some submission (on your part), trust, kink, and nipple clamps, can lead to a fulfilling and passionate relationship with babygirl i think.

What a RIDE. Thank you, so much for taking the time after your long shift to grace us with this, wonderful reading of his chart. you're really doing a service for us.

oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for… as long as he could stand to hear you whimper,

This- i'm having thoughts

tagging people who i know were waiting for this

@magicandarchery @eusuntgratie @shehedaughter @bribumblebee @ad-astra13 @getmehighonmagic @saintroux

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years

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Archie & America

Archie: 🧨🧨💥

Archie: we’re going to [this clerb] tonight

Archie: dress good so we get in

America: 💖💣 for reading my mind

America: 🍒 out dress code is zero price to pay if I go 1st [a shop that’s really easy to shoplift from because you get to know which ones are and aren’t] ☄️🛒🌠

Archie: not full out or you’ll look like you’re flaunting being out of training bras 🥴

Archie: you could borrow your sisters, that’s the vibe

America: nipples 👀 even easier

America: 🐆+💄+🚬=🎸🤘😈

America: 👌👌 but I’m not getting the bleach out

Archie: a touch more ✨ though, not trying to get backstage and blown out by a nobody

Archie: I’d still be blonder

Archie: I think you should dye yours so we look different

America: 🌟studio 54 nye party energy🌟

America: silver hair would take a lot but I’m open to it as long as I don’t go bingo any time soon

Archie: I was thinking 🖤

Archie: or ❤️ we don’t know any redheads

America: 🧛‍♀️ or 🤡

America: 😐

Archie: You’ll look sick, way better than mousy 🤎💛

America: fuck it, why not

Archie: I’ll do it too 💃🏼

Archie: 💿 would look sick on me

America: if we do 🩸 might have a solid split second of mam thinking Gaz has murdered me in the bath

Archie: 😅 we could fake your death way better than that if we were going to bother

Archie: I’ve got too much I wanna do to pretend to be devastated about your disappearance rn

America: Libi could with her fake 🩸 recipe for days

America: vetoed as they wouldn’t even let you be me in the reconstruction, it’d be Chi’s time to shine, dramatic cow

Archie: Don’t be a baby, you can lose loads of real 🩸 before it counts

Archie: Your other sister is too old now, you must look most like your dad

America: I could but I’m not gonna unless it secures daddy Gaz’s conviction & we don’t have yours here to do honest policing so that’s pretty unlikely

America: [show her the one baby pic I have of Lia with her dad and thus you have of yours which she has probably seen a million times by now because yeah you do actually] ❗️❗️❗️

Archie: They’ll have to get your mum to give up his deets and find his new daughters, cuter kids get more sympathy = more jail time for Gaz

America: he won’t have any he’ll be married to his job

Archie: You’d be surprised how people change

Archie: my mum wasn’t always a complete nightmare

America: she’s been through something, he got away from the nightmare my mam is, he’ll be 🤑🤩

Archie: anyway, Gaz is like, hot, he’d do so well in prison

America: you keep saying it but talk’s all it is

Archie: you’re just mad he’s so in LURVE with your mum and would never

Archie: I’m not the one with the boring boyfriend going steady 🥱

America: it’s 😺💫 not 😍💖

America: & we’re not steady either 🤫

Archie: It’s still Sean and he’s not invited

America: I haven’t invited him, despite your ambiguous we

Archie: You think Bobby and Libi are going to try to get in?

Archie: besides, they can’t come even if they had any balls

America: she’d get in if she dressed up with us but he wouldn’t & it points to a no without him 🔮🎱

Archie: his brother could let him in

America: 🔮🎱don’t count on it🔮🎱

Archie: 🙄 well good bitch because I didn’t socials stalk Bobby to see where he would be tonight, did I

Archie: focus, his ADHD is rubbing off on you

America: are [list some messy gals we’re friends with] coming cos I’m not spending all night watching him rub against you

Archie: um NO, [an amount of these gals] can’t keep their mouths shut, they’d ruin it entirely

America: but [the ones who can like bitch they better be coming lol]

Archie: bitch idk, they are not my priority

Archie: if you’re going to be lame, you start a group chat and organise 🎀

America: 😝🖕

America: calm your padded 🍒 yeah, I can see you’re focused on living out your IRL 🍭👓❤️ dreams & taking his maybe rejection out on me before it’s a definite is not it

America: step your 😻 up or stay home 🤷‍♀️

Archie: I don’t want them to come but if you want your hand held by Stacie instead of some hot guy go ahead

America: your sister would, Stace isn’t going to make me 🤤💫

Archie: then shut up?

Archie: she’s so boring

America: I asked the q cos you’re gonna be boring with Casey’s 👅💦 shutting you up

Archie: Well you could do what everyone else in the club will be doing, duh

America: 🎊🎉

America: wayyyy ahead of you

Archie: leave your phone at home

America: do you have my 📷 or did I leave it at Sean’s?

Archie: not me

Archie: not that I’d see it in this mess

America: if he’s lent it to [a girl in his year we think he likes, whether he does or not is debatable] like he does every.fucking.thing else

Archie: probably

Archie: you’ll know the tits aren’t yours, hers are way bigger

America: 😐

Archie: Forget about him, you could do better

Archie: you aren’t as desperate as a case as you were last year so ditch him

America: [a student teacher in whatever subject we’ve been given one who’s actually young and good looking enough to torment] isn’t 🐀🐈

Archie: Exactly

Archie: now you’re getting it

Archie: he could be there, it’s one of the newest clubs about

America: he’ll be keener on me away from this hell hole

Archie: I’ll make a tinder and tell him to come

America: then he’d come for you, greedy bitch

America: I’ll do it myself

Archie: a fake one, you moron

Archie: he’s not going to come for either of us but if you happen to be there, whoops 💁🏼‍♀️

America: MY fake one, you’d scare him off

Archie: Oh ‘cos you know him so well is it

America: I’m a gifted storyteller, bordering on pathological [whoever the terrible school counsellor for this era is] says

America: & between my nan, mam & sisters I know exactly what not to do in ANY scenario

Archie: I think if you were any good at lying, you wouldn’t be talking to the school psych, you know no one ever believes you

Archie: besides, I’ve got with boys 10x hotter than Sean, so you should let me do it

America: I get to sit there with ☕️🍪 while you have to do social skills, I’m not the loser, last I checked

Archie: yeah, that’s really cool

Archie: as if I couldn’t with my dead dad trauma, but I’m not gonna do that

America: your loss, she literally lets me have 🚬 breaks too ✌️

Archie: you and all the other spacky kids, it’s never going to be it

Archie: God, your mum must love it, mine would

America: if she gave a shit about me I wouldn’t be hanging about in there with [first name this counsellor lady haha]

Archie: n’awh 💔

America: 😂🖕

Archie: [sending her pictures of this boy] look at him

America: he looks like the oldest 1 wayyy more than Bobby does

Archie: I know, their genetics are a mad one

America: everyone used to want to go out with him & her, poor Libi must be so over hearing it 🎧🤫

Archie: I’m pretty sure she loves any and all attention so I wouldn’t worry

America: she doesn’t, you love stirring it

Archie: 👌

America: I’ve been through it all last year with Chi when Mullans launched playgate

America: RIP sir 🥀 sadly sadly missed 😢

Archie: as she’s actually family, I reckon I know her a lot better than you or your sister

Archie: how often she brings up her dead parents, surprised she’s not forced into headshrinkers with you

America: leave me out of your ✨family feud✨ I like her

Archie: I’m not trying to feud, you’re bringing her up when I’m trying to talk about the hot brother

America: 👌 go back to him, I was taking a sec to express that the Brando look alike brother is 💪🍆🍑 & now I’m done

Archie: well he’s like fully married and unavailable so that’s no use to me

Archie: anyway, Casey is more fun AND he was totally 👀 at me

America: when?

Archie: back when the play and we had to hang out with them all the time

America: you were this close to getting kicked off the play 💖✂️

Archie: I was only doing it for a laugh, not to join the geek squad

Archie: but this is an unexpected bonus

America: what’s this year’s gonna be without Mullans, it’s already been respectfully pushed back from the start of term

America: [whoever the new music teacher is who’ll be forced to do it] has big 👞👞 to try & fill

Archie: idk, I haven’t heard, probably back to the usual since it got so wildly out of hand last time

Archie: good thing I don’t need to get his attention that way now

America: 🥱 yeah

Archie: sure you can join the protest she’ll inevitably organise

America: 🧨📢🚨

Archie: did I forget to mention peaceful

Archie: whining at the teacher ‘til they relent is chill when your bfs 🦻

America: *🌼🔫

Archie: huh?

Archie: ugh, I can’t decide what to wear, my mum and sister dress like shit

America: [suggesting shit belonging to your mum and sister but half heartedly cos no offence gal we don’t really care]

Archie: bring [something] for me, I’ll put that on there

Archie: going to have to leave covered up like a nun anyway

Archie: and I’m sleeping over [another friend that is not as messy as you for obvious reasons]

America: you’ll have something to lie on for pre-drinks at the park to stop you getting your best clothes trashed

Archie: do you think he has his own place yet

America: they aren’t paying him enough to rent on his own, there’s no chance, but he’ll have friends to put in with, hopefully he’ll have a room to call his not just a sofa bed 🤞🌠

Archie: Bobby lives with his brother, doesn’t he? So even if he’s at home, Bob won’t be there to snitch on me

America: if he’s not an imbecile he’ll be there instead of throwing his entire wage away on rent how my mam & Gaz have to, making the most of it before there’s oldest brother’s babies everywhere ruining everything

Archie: there won’t be a spare room for him soon enough, awh 💔

Archie: Libi would just move him in, she always gets her own way

America: yeah, they’re always together anyway

Archie: gross

America: Evie doesn’t shut up about her crush on him, we could hold out hope this may be the year she acts on it

Archie: she better, I’m sick of hearing about it when she’s never even given a boy a handjob

America: nobody’s parents are as strict as she hides behind hers being, she’d be in a catholic girls if they were

Archie: she’s just scared, the older she gets the weirder it’ll be though

America: what’s she scared of? 🙄 we’ve all told her how easy it is & demos are a click away if she’s really against another fruit & veg aisle instruction session

Archie: the rep, probably

Archie: the opposite of the one she’ll end up with

America: she’ll end up with no friends

Archie: and only being able to go out with boys like Bobby

America: learn some sign language & it wouldn’t be that bad, she could do loads worse & probably will if she keeps waiting

Archie: ‘cos that isn’t desperation 101

Archie: just learn a different language so you can talk to a boy, saddo

America: [tell her a story about a turkish man from a kebab shop trying it on with your mother pre-Gary glory days because she gives that energy but obvs we’ve added some lies in because we can’t not haha] 😍💖

America: Evie is desperate, or should be if she takes a look around at the 🔺⬜️🔵 of her life

Archie: Ha, they’re all sex offenders in there, [someone]’s dad beat one of them up for putting their number in with the order

America: remind me to slip Gazza’s number to [that person’s] mam

Archie: Shame his kid wasn’t hot and older

America: impossible with his da’s immaturity level & genetic code

Archie: soz Gaz, I got hotter fish to fry now

America: can’t wait for the day when it’s you & my mam both

Archie: keep dreaming, babe

Archie: I can’t believe Casey doesn’t have a gf like, what

Archie: Not that I’d care but still, talk about timing

America: he’s landed a job in a hot new club, it isn’t unbelievable he wouldn’t want one

Archie: Yeah but you usually keep one about, even if you cheat on her

America: he didn’t keep anyone about at school, nobody’s sure even now who he got with & when

Archie: I can tell he hooked up with [girls that posted him and we have sleuthed out because we’re 14] but yeah, it’s definitely not the full list

Archie: he must be good

America: 🤴🌟✨

Archie: 🥺🥺🥺

America: [show her this fake tinder for her approval or critique]

Archie: [loads of critique and do this and this and that because that’s who we are]

America: [deliberately not sending it again after we’ve made those changes because we know there would only be more and we can’t be bothered lol]

America: ⌛️⏳

Archie: what will you do if he actually shows

America: what everyone else will be

Archie: nah, you’ll chicken out

America: what’ve I got to lose?

Archie: what if he actually goes along with it

Archie: will you get with him

America: unless he’s Evie levels of bad at it

Archie: like all the way though

America: he probably won’t want to

Archie: yeah

Archie: I would with Casey, if he would

America: he would

Archie: do you know how old he is

America: 20?

Archie: 22, he’s only 3 years younger than the oldest one

Archie: Bobby was that mistake baby, obvs

America: my mam better fucking not go there

Archie: ew, she’s clearly menopausal by now

America: that’s what happens, the old cows think they are & end up 🤰🏼❗️❗️

Archie: I literally could not care less about your mum’s old vag

America: you’d care if you never saw me again which you wouldn’t cos I’d have to run away & start a new life

Archie: don’t be drama, you’d get loads of presents and attention for dealing from your mum and nan, ‘cos they’d feel so guilty, that’s what happens

America: not to me, I’d have to move in to nan’s & get daily hassle from her that there’s no room to swing her handbag

America: or go find my da to live with & never be in one place for longer than a few nights

Archie: OMG

Archie: I just accidentally double-tapped a selfie from like 2 years ago 🤡

America: 🤣

Archie: now I’ll need to go into witness protection

America: 👋

America: we’ll hang when the 🎪🎢🎠 is in town

Archie: oh well, at least he knows I’m looking now 🤷🏼‍♀️

America: imagine if you had to waste half the night on 🐀🐈

America: 🥱

Archie: I can tell he’s not going to tell, anyway

America: me too

Archie: imagine if I lost my virginity to him, everyone would lose it

America: I’d have to break you out if your mam found out

Archie: no she would actually die

Archie: it’d be worth it even if he wasn’t insanely hot

America: full shade to [the counsellor’s first name again] she’d send you to a proper shrink & I’d guess also out of the country to those relatives of hers you barely see

America: but your nan is gonna ✂️🍆 LOL

Archie: She’d have to see them herself to make that happen, v unlikely

Archie: as if she’s not let enough shit slide 😏 not ready for that convo hun

America: it’s a free pass 🥳

Archie: not exactly but I’m ready to win the argument

America: your sister’ll be a nightmare if it gets out

Archie: she always is, she’s so uptight

America: she should try losing her virginity

Archie: fr 🤣

America: Chi’s moping over Jake has rubbed off on everyone in their entire friend group 🥀☔️💔

Archie: being gay makes you dramatic, she wouldn’t act like that if she’d grow up and take a dick

America: she’s 😍💖😺💫 for my dramatic 👑sister🏰 is the obvious explanation

Archie: weirdddddddd

Archie: too bad your sister still wants Jake

Archie: who can blame her

Archie: he’s too serious though

America: he’s a pretentious fuckwit who everyone allows to be up himself cos his curls aren’t frizzy & he can hold a note & guitar at the same time

Archie: okay, gay

America: it’s not the insult you think it is, bitch

Archie: it’s totally cool you’re a massive lesbian

America: thanks ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Archie: just don’t look at me changing

America: you’ve got no 🍑 or 🍒 to 👀 at anywayyy

Archie: haaaaa 🖕 yours don’t count they’re just fat

America: 🖕🖕

Archie: [do you wanna say he starts a convo from our ‘accidental’ like, because we would just ignore you lol]

America: [yes I absolutely do wanna say that haha]

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕

summary ─ you were a trouble. you were a walking sin. that was okay, though. james knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

pairing ─ dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ DARK FIC, smut, +18, slight dub con, explicit murder scene, major character death, rough sex, mean!bucky, degradition, name calling, alcohol consumption, pussy slapping, shitty smut lol, bucky is stuck up on morality (?) aka he doesn't like when women show some skin off because he thinks it's wrong, mentions of rape (didn't happen), biblical references??

a/n ─ hellooo! this is one of those rare times where i write dark fic lmao, this is my entry for @bitchassbucky 's 2K writing challenge. my prompt is "if you're reading this, i'm dead." with criminals au. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, thank you so much! <333

explicit murder scene starts after the * mark.

You were too close.

The guy’s hands were way too close you. His eyes were roaming all over your body like a hungry panther; he was waiting for the right moment to attack and feed on you, and the worst thing was you were letting him look.

It was not okay in James’ book. You shouldn’t have been doing that, shouldn’t have flaunted your body the way you did: A dress that was too short and showed your legs more than it should and its cleavage was too deep, even from his seat, which was at the far end of the bar, he could almost see your nipples, and then you had these high heels. They were thin heels, very high, that made your feet look elegant but at the same time sinful. They were putting the attention to your legs.

James tilted his head just a little bit to his side as he watched you.

You were laughing freely, loudly, and throwing your head back. You were revealing your neck like that, this time drawing the attention to your almost bare chest. Sometimes you touched the person who made you laugh; a gentle caress on their arm, or a light grab on their shoulder… You didn’t know what kind of effect you had on them; the men shivered every time you touched their arms or shoulders. They were getting hungrier, James could tell. Their eyes were roaming all over your body even more, they were black, almost, and they kept licking their lips as if to stop themselves from drooling.

He shook his head in disappointment. Some men were really weak, he thought as he watched one of the guys adjusting their pants because they became tight with the sight of you.

You were a trouble.

You were a walking sin.

That was okay, though. James knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

──

James approached you slowly. He did not want to frighten you or give you the wrong vibe. He handled with the other guys at the bathroom when they visited it to empty their bladders. He could talk to you without being interrupted, now. Although he probably had twenty or so minutes before the guys were discovered by some other patrons in the bar, so he had to charm you in a short amount of time and had to convince you to join him for the night.

He was in a cleansing mood.

So, he ordered a soda. He didn’t drink on nights when he was working, and he had plans for you and preferred to stay fully sober. The bartender put the drink in front of him silently and went back to drying the glasses. James took a sip, watching you with the corner of his eyes.

“Lovely dress,” he murmured gently, his eyes on the bartender. “You look like summer in the middle of a stormy night.” He turned his head to you; his blue eyes were intense as they took your shocked but pleased face in. You ducked your head.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but he heard you anyway. He was surprised that you were playing the innocent card. You were far from being innocent, he could tell. He only needed to take one look, and he knew right away. Maybe that was how your way. Maybe that was how you lured your preys in. James smiled despite his chain of thoughts.

“You’re very welcome,” he nodded, and then turned his body to you. “I’m James,” he extended his hand. He didn’t mind you knowing his name; you were going to be cleaned at the end of the night anyway. You smiled.

“Y/N,” you said, gently shaking his hand. James almost hummed loudly at the touch of your soft skin against his. His hands were rough, their texture wasn’t soft anymore, but yours were. They were soft. He liked that. It was nice to feel soft things against his own skin every once in a while. “You look tired,” you murmured after two beats of silence. James barely kept his smile soft and contained the twitch of his lips which threatened to form his smile into a smirk.

You were desperate.

The only thing he needed to do was to show you some affection, pour out some sweet words and now, you were desperate to talk to him more.

“I am,” James responded with a neutral voice, but he was mindful to add some sort of a sigh at the end. “Not so much, but I am.” He sent you an equally tired smile that matched up with his story. You gave him a soft look before inching your chair towards his. You were unaware of stepping into a very feral wolf’s den.

──

It wasn’t a hard work for him, to keep you talking and drinking while he was charming and maybe seducing you all along.

You were a little tipsy as he walked up to you anyway, James just made sure that you kept drinking. You were doing every single thing that was wrong in his book; the cleansing he’d be doing tonight with your help was going to be a good one.

“What brought you here?” You asked him. You weren’t slurring yet, and honestly, James didn’t want you that drunk, so after you were finished with the glass you had, he was going to stop you. As much as he liked seeing you indulge yourself into the sins like this, because it was going to make his cleansing better, he wanted you to enjoy yourself on your last moments.

James shrugged. “Just passing by, to be honest,” he murmured. It wasn’t a lie. He was passing by. He would be leaving this small town in the morning, most likely 6AM sharp. “How about you, sweetheart?” He asked. His head cocked to his side, eyes teasingly narrowed and lips stretched into a dangerous smirk. He was a handsome man, James knew that, and he liked to use it to his own advantage in these kinds of things.

“I’m going home,” you said. “It’s a long way, though, so I’m just spending the night here.” You sent him a small smile and finished the last drop of your drink. Just when you lifted your hand to ask for more, James placed his hand over the glass.

“I think it’s enough for the night, don’t you think?” He murmured, and then he stood up and moved closer to you. “Besides it would ruin the fun if you were to get too intoxicated.” James saw your eyes getting heavier with a hazy look, saw your chest stop moving and heard the hitch in your breath.

“What fun?” You asked. James let his lips form into a smirk, this time.

“If you join me for the night, I think you can find out,” he whispered, leaning in just a little. You whimpered softly. You were turned on; you were desperate for him, for what he could give you, what he could make you feel. It should have felt empowering, but it didn’t. It made him feel disgusted.

“Alright,” you agreed easily.

Wrong. This was wrong, what you were doing. Wrong. You shouldn’t have agreed to spend a night with a stranger this easily. You shouldn’t have been let that stranger seduce you like this, but you were naïve. You were desperate.

So, James smirked. He held out his arm and walked out of the bar with your arm looped into his.

──

James wasn’t a big fan of having sex. He knew he could go without having it, and he had, once. It wasn’t hard, abstaining himself from sex or any sort of psychical contact with anyone. It was very easy, actually, but it wasn’t worth it. He’d stop by one of the towns he was passing by, have a wild night and relieve himself and then he’d move on.

He called them cleansing.

He’d find a woman, watch them and try to decide if they were worthy of his cleansing nights. If they were, James would take them back to his motel room. He’d have his sex, give them pleasure, make them take whatever he gave them, and when he was free of his sins, he’d get rid of them.

Tonight was his cleansing day, and you were his vessel.

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“Fuck!” You moaned as James slammed you back against his motel room door. His mouth was assaulting your neck, your bare chest, all the skin you showed to those men and made them lose their control, James left his mark.

His hands were under your dress. They were running along your soft skin, along length of your legs, and he grabbed your ass beneath the skirt to haul you up. With a soft moan you held tightly onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you let him carry you to the bed. His lips were stroking yours so perfectly, you couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmured against your lips as he laid you on the bed. He was on fours between your legs, your dress skirt bunched and ankles looped behind his thick thighs. “You like having some touching you like this.” He trailed a finger gentle from your ankle to your hips, digging his nails lightly. You sighed.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, I love it.” James hummed. His fingers grabbed a hold of your flimsy panties, ripping them off with a flick of his fingers. You gasped, but it was so hot to watch, you couldn’t say anything. James discarded the ripped material. He hummed once again as he swiped his fingers through your core, causing you to buck your hips towards his touch.

“So wet…” He whispered. “You’re turned on, hm?” You nodded, desperately biting your lip to contain the sounds you wanted to let out. James pulled on your dress. “Take this off,” he ordered, a dangerous growl in his voice. You shuddered and scrambled to obey him. Quickly sliding the straps of the dress, you slid out of it in a blink. You threw the dress on one of the chairs in the room and settled under him again with a sigh.

James was right about almost being able to see your nipples because you weren’t wearing anything to cover them underneath that dress. He growled. You were so careless with your body, he realized. You never thought about what might happen to it before you threw it towards someone that could charm you with handful of words.

James wanted to laugh: You were so fucking easy.

Licking his lips, he ran his hands all over the now-available naked skin. It was very soft to touch, warm and smooth. It felt nice under his fingertips. James wanted to dig his nails and draw some blood just to ruin the perfect smoothness of your skin. He wanted to mark it, wanted to destroy its beauty so that no one would want to touch it ever again.

“Mm,” he heard you hum. Ignoring your writhing, James continued to stroke the warm skin beneath him. James sighed. “James…” You breathed, eyes closed and mouth open.

“What is it?” James asked. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You wiggled and writhed under him again. He could see that you were shying away from him for some reason, and he was intended to find out why. “Mm? Tell me. What is it?” You bit your lip, watched his eyes darken with the smallest action.

“I, um,” you whispered. “Can you be rough with me?” You asked gently. James narrowed his eyes. They were filled with amusement.

“You wan’ me to rough you up, love? Hm?” He leaned in and grabbed your face in his palm, squeezing your jaw, he pulled it towards his. He nudged your nose with his own softly. “You wan’ my bruises all over your body? Wan’ me to mark you up?” You were nodding excitedly; head bobbing up and down, eyes glimmering with anticipation, James thought you were adorable. He chuckled darkly. “Use your words,” he commanded with a low, rough voice.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly and whimpered. “Yes, I want your marks!” James hummed. It was a content, happy sound.

“Good, baby,” he whispered and flipped your over in a blink. He pulled your hips up as he placed a hand on your face and buried it into the bedding, almost constricting your breathing. You groaned throatily. “This what you wanted, yeah?” He leaned in until his lips were next to your ear. “You gonna get it.”

Briefly pulling away, James took off his clothes and laid them on the chair all folded. He climbed up on the bed, took his position between your thighs and pressed his groin against yours. Your dripping core felt warm and slick against his hard on. He closed his eyes and grunted lightly at the feeling, hips moving slightly. You wiggled your hips, pressed your ass back at him and coated his erection with your slick. James groaned. His hands were quick to find your hips and grabbing them tightly.

“You do not move unless I tell you so,” he snarled. His hand released your ass cheek and slapped it harshly, making the flesh jiggle. “You are to follow my orders,” he snarled again as he slapped the other cheek. You whimpered. “You disobey, and I’ll make sure you’re in pain.” He quickly gave you a slap right on your clit, making you shout into the bedding. “You hear?” You nodded.

“Yes, yes, I hear,” you whined. “’m sorry. I’ll follow your orders, sorry,” you mumbled, tears gathering in your eyes. James smiled.

“Good girl,” he whispered. The hand that was still resting on your ass sneaked its way up into your hair, and he yanked it harshly. You cried out. Your hands grabbed his thick thighs as something to hold on when he pulled your body flushed against his. “The sounds you make,” he snarled. He released his hold on your hair. “Grab the condom. It’s in the drawer.” James pointed the one on your left, and you leaned to get it.

After he put on the condom, he cornered and caged you on the bed, under him. You were breathing heavily, he could see how wet you were and how warm your body had become. “I’m gonna be rough,” he warned you. “I’m gonna degrade you, slap you, pull your fucking hair and I will not stop, y’hear me?” You nodded. That was exactly what you wanted from him. “Yell as loud as you want. Let’em know I’m making you feel so good.” He kissed you on the lips once and slid inside of you in one thrust.

You groaned loudly as your eyes rolled back. They way he filled you was so fucking perfect, you felt yourself tear up. Your hands were holding onto his biceps, nails digging softly as James started thrusting without missing a beat.

The pace he set up was hard and almost punishing. All the rage and tension in his body was loaded into his thrusts, making your body jolt up and down every single time his hips kissed yours. The sound of skin-slapping-skin was almost too loud, but James closed his eyes as he listened to it. His hands were grabbing your thighs tight enough to leave bruises in its wake, nails digging hard enough to draw some blood. James growled.

“So good,” he murmured to himself as he once again flipped you onto your stomach. He watched the jiggle of your ass with his each thrust, watched how perfect it was and warm it made him feel. It sent tingles all over his body. Pulling at your hips, he positioned you half-sitting on his lap, half-lying onto your stomach. He was hitting and reaching deeper with each movement of his cock, he knew it. Your screams of pleasure were letting him know. “Hmm, damn…” He groped your breasts. Pinching the soft, loose flesh, he pulled at your nipples.

“James!” You moaned, but you were slurring. James grinned devilishly. He sneaked his hand from your breast to your pussy and slapped it. Your hips twitched, and he slapped it again. Your walls were rippling around him like mad, James was loving it. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit. Tears were freely rolling down on your cheeks, but they were pleasant ones.

“Yeah?” James hissed. “You feelin’ good, slut? Hm? Tell me.” He listened to your litany of ‘yeses’ and moans and whimpers. He dug his nails on your breasts, digging them deep and dragging them down roughly. You shouted. James could feel the trickle of blood on his fingertips, and he chuckled darkly.

“We are just starting, dove,” he whispered into your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat.

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James watched you as you dozed on and off. You were sprawled onto the bed, starfishing, and had a dopey smile on your face. You were so beautifully blessed out, James felt proud. His eyes roamed all the marks and bruises he left on your gorgeous body: Bite marks, handprints, nails… They looked incredible.

“Damn,” he heard you whisper. You giggled. You sounded drunk, but it wasn’t because of the booze you consumed earlier, it was all sex. “This was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” you said, grinning. James just hummed. Lifting himself on his strong legs, he walked over to his small bag. He opened it.

His clip point bowie knife was winking at him cheekily in his bag, and James smiled. He grabbed it gently. Fingertips running over the sharp and smooth edge of it, James sighed. This knife had served him so well over the years, it became his lucky charm and his go-to. Tonight, it was going to serve him once more.

“Are you still there?” You murmured, head lifting tiredly. “Or have I been talkin’ to myself all alon’?” You chuckled.

“’m here,” James whispered. You hummed, head falling onto the pillow. He walked over to your tired and used body. Your eyes were closed, but you had a happy smile on your face. James stroked your cheek as he mounted you.

“Mmm,” you protested lightly. “You wore me out. Can’t go again.”

“I don’t want you to,” James whispered, licking his lips hungrily. His pupils dilated with the anticipation. His hand moved to your hair from your cheek and he stroked it, too. You purred. James grinned. He looked like a mad man with a grin like that, he was aware, but this was his favorite moment.

He fisted his hand into your hair, yanking you half-upright. Without letting you understand what was happening, he ran the knife along your throat. A clean, deep cut. He heard your gurgled breath, watched the blood pouring out.

James smiled at your half shocked and half blessed face as he watched the blood pouring out of your body and pet your hair all the while. He could feel the relief filling his body already. He sighed deeply, relishing the feeling.

He loved his cleansing nights.

He loved watching them fading out.

It was why he was created.

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Another body was found exactly a month later after the last one.

Despite the undisturbed look in general, he could see couple bruises peeking under the clothing that wrapped her body innocently. Rogers knew what he was going to find when he dug a little deeper. He knew how all the bruises the killer left behind was going to look like. He also knew that the forensics was going to say she was most likely got raped, but it wasn’t true.

Rogers had been working on this killer’s case for some time, now. He had seen cases of his killings enough to know that he cared about consent. The bruises, damage on genital parts on the bodies were all asked for. Rogers felt like he knew the killer like a best friend with how much personality to put into his… craft.

He would watch them first, seized his options. That was how he’d choose his next victim, most of the time. Then, he’d approach them, make small talk maybe, and charm them right away. It was a funny and humiliating fact that they had no visuals about the killer; no one seemed to saw his face, or remembered it. Rogers figured he must at least have a decent enough face to charm the women the way he did. Then, he’d take them to one of the rooms in the motel nearby. He’d get his pleasure, satisfy himself, and then. Then, he’d get to work.

This one, the body in front of him, was definitely his work.

The scene Rogers was facing was weirdly peaceful. It was by a lake with lots of willow trees surrounding it. It was almost 5AM in the morning; the cool breeze of the night was even sharper now. There was no noise, only owls making soft cooing sounds. The darkness of the sky was the darkest before the sun peeked through its black curtains.

However, Rogers was not there for the scenery. Not that kind, at least.

She was standing by one of the willow trees. Her body was positioned in such way that it looked like she was just leaning against the tree and watching the view in front of her. It might have looked normal, like nothing was wrong if she was wearing a coat or something, but she wasn’t. The white dress she had on was beautiful. It was simple, no designs or anything. The dress had long sleeves; the fabric was covering her chest up to her neck/shoulder joint and the skirt part of it was reaching to her ankles. She had matching flats on her feet. The skirt was only allowing Rogers to have very small peek of her skin.

Her hair looked clean when he came closer. It was up in a half-braid, thrown over her right shoulder. Her hands were clasped in front of her in a submissive way, her fingers were laced together. She had an also white, silk scarf covering her neck. Simple silver earrings were put, she looked really beautiful.

Her face, however, was the creepiest part.

It looked almost alive; she had a serene look on her face, a faint smile on her lips and the look in her eyes were soft. She really looked like she was watching the view, but she was dead. Her skin looked undisturbed, but Rogers knew that if he were to rip the dress off, he’d find her genital organs all mangled. He would also find all the bruises that this elegant dress was perfectly covering up.

“Same guy?” Wilson asked as he approached Rogers. He nodded. His blue eyes were inspecting the girl’s body carefully. “These poor girls,” Wilson sighed. “What is he trying to do, I don’t get it.”

Rogers knew what he was trying to do.

“He’s stopping them from sinning ever again,” he murmured as he eyed the note where the killer pinned the note. It was sitting right over her heart innocently, an elegant hand writing was smiling at him gently on the cream-colored paper. One sentence was striking, but he could see more things were written on the small paper. It was that one sentence that was haunting him in his nightmares. Rogers counted exactly seven drops of blood on the paper. One of the drops was darker than the other: It was the third one.

“Does that mean anything?” Wilson frowned. He was new to this case, so he didn’t know the meanings of the small details the killer loved to leave behind.

“Yeah. Seven drops. Seven deadly sins. Third drop is darker than the others which indicate which sin she had died from.”

“Which is?”

As he answered Wilson, Rogers sighed deeply.

“Lust.”

𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳...

#bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes blurbs #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #serialkiller!bucky #welcome to highway 63 #dark fic #fade out

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caiuscassiuss · 3 years

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tease ⎮ k.th (snippet)

TEASE IS OUT NOW!!! FIND IT HERE

Description: You knew you were hot. You saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. And maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under Kim Taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

Genre: Brother’s best friend (jungkook is your twin brother lol) au/ enemies-to-lovers WC: (estimated) ~10k Warnings: graphic smut (Dom! Taehyung + Brat! Reader, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation kink/ slight slut shaming, masturbation, blow jobs, cunnilingus, edging, light dub-con, spanking), reader is promiscuous and a tease™

The incident at the club was definitely an offensive blow to Taehyung in your non-existent game, as he watched you differently in the times you ran into him. He looked a lot more contemplative and a hell of a lot angrier that you tamped down a victorious smile. You were gonna blue ball him so hard he would rue the day he snitched on you to your parents.

You had already planned on skinny-dipping in the pool when Taehyung was sleeping over one night, but your plans were ruined as your parents announced a family trip to the lake cabin rental.

You had pasted on a smile at the news, looking happy to escape from the city, but inwardly you pouted. This trip would put you out of commission, so to speak. You wouldn’t see Taehyung for the next few weeks and you were sort of worried the thing you had going on would fade as he, inevitably, would fuck some random girl to get over the tension.

However, imagine your joy as your amazing, heaven-sent brother asked if he could drag Taehyung along and all the parties agreed.

The four hour car ride was monotonous, with you parents at the front, your brother and his friend in the middle, and you unfortunately cramped at the back. You glanced at Taehyung, who was fast asleep with his spidery lashes brushing his cheeks. You patted your backpack absentmindedly, where your secret weapon was stored. You were pulling out the big guns this time. No fucking around. He was going to be begging to fuck you.

Your family arrived at the rustic cabin you were renting and you jumped out of the car to stretch your poor, poor back. Your parents, of course, took the master bedroom so that left the two guest bedrooms between the three of you. Jungkook and Taehyung would be sharing a room while you would have your own and honestly, you thought the heavens were smiling down on you, because the rooms were connected with a Jack-and-Jill bathroom.

You just had to wait for the right moment. Everyone was exhausted and took a nap, which resulted in you pacing around your room, deep in thought.

Your parents had decided to go out for dinner at the township a little while away, while Jungkook fibbed a lie about going to the woods for a hike and instead snuck away to the beach for girls. Apparently, from what you could hear from inside your bedroom, Taehyung was still asleep and refused to go hiking with Jungkook. They also thought you were asleep too, your dad taking a moment of pity on you by acknowledging how hard you’ve been working at school and sports.

Inwardly, you fistpumped. They were finally leaving you and Taehyung alone, so you could finally enact your plan.

You hid your vibrator underneath your sheets and waited for Taehyung to wake up. You didn’t have to wait long as you heard the creaking of floorboards in the other room.

Tossing away your shirt, you were left in just your bra and panties. Settling down on your bed, you turned the vibrator on low and rubbed it against your panties. A slight, quiet groan escaped your mouth and you felt arousal start to form on your nether lips. Dragging the vibrator up and down against your covered slit, your ears perked up at the sound of shower starting in the conjoined bathroom.

You repeated the motion a few times, before you pressed the tip of the vibrator hard against your covered pussy. It pressed against your clit and you felt your vision swim, a slight yelp escaping your mouth. For a while, the shuffling around the bathroom stopped and you froze, half excited and half anxious.

You heard metallic scrape of shower rings and relaxed. You circled the vibrator around your slit a bit more, stimulating the motion of penetration lightly and arousal definitely stained your panties.

Moving your panties to the side, you let the tip of the vibe rest against your clit, rotating it to cover it in slick and burrowing it deeper into your pussy. A loud whine left your lips, one he definitely heard, and you panted heavily. The muggy air pressed down on you and the blood rushed around underneath your skin.

Shoving down your bra, leaving your breasts obscenely pushed out against the cups, you dragged your fingernails across the sensitive skin of your breasts. Groaning, you turned your face to burrow your head into your pillow.

Slowly inserting the vibrating dildo into your pussy, a shout left your lips as your pussy contracted against the object suddenly. The lack of action over the past few weeks definitely made you more sensitive.

Chest heaving, you left the vibe in to adjust to it. Taking it and feeling arousal coating your fingertips, you slowly pushed it in and out of your pussy. Your eyes shut in pleasure and strangled yell emanated from your throat, your legs relaxing until you could feel both legs spread for the world to see. The cotton sheets suddenly felt too hot against your skin and you pushed them hurriedly away.

You pressed the vibe in and out of your now sopping wet pussy and your fingers pinched at your breasts, circling around your perked nipples. The shower in the background sounded muffled to your ears as you sunk into a veil of pleasure.

Thrusting the vibe deep into your pussy, you hit your g-spot and you choked, an embarrassingly loud groan filling the air. You undulated the vibrator against your g-spot and clit repeatedly, black spots and bright lights flashing against the back of your eyelids. Your moans were now non-stop and you knew Taehyung could hear you even if he was downstairs.

Memories of his dark eyes, veiny neck and arms, and sweaty shoulders made you tense up. The vibrator hit your g-spot and clit at once and you tweaked your nipples, a scream leaving your lips as felt light exploding in your vision and your pussy clenching the vibrator. Your knees knocked painfully together as you orgasmed, eyes shut and mouth wide open to moan loudly into the air.

The waves of pleasure washed over you and gradually left, leaving you panting into the air. The air conditioner brushed against your sensitive pussy and aftershocks rocked your body, clamping your lips tight to stop groans from escaping. Pulling the vibrator out, you could feel slick start to coat your pussy and thighs.

Closing your eyes, the blanket of placidity settled over you. Wow, you had really needed this, hadn’t you? All your scheming and schoolwork had—

A hard knock startled you out of your thoughts and you registered the shower had stopped. The knock rattled the doorframe and made you wonder how mad Taehyung was on the other side.

“Taehyung? Do you need anything?” you asked, voice slightly high-pitched and cracked.

“Open up, Y/N,” he grumbled.

You threw on a large t-shirt to cover your chest and leaking pussy, nearly stumbling as you walked to the door.

“Y-yeah?” you asked, cracking the door open a bit. Taehyung pushed the door open roughly, and you almost tripped over air.

He stood there, shirtless and wet, glaring at you from underneath his wet bangs. You gulped, nipples instantly perking up again at the aura restrained anger he exuded. Your eyes followed a drop of water that dripped from his hair and landed with a plop on his chest, working its way down his toned pectorals and defined abs and then into his Apollo’s belt—

“—it down?”

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, wide eyes snapping to meet his.

“H-Huh?” you blurted out, uncharacteristically flustered.

“I said,” he huffed, nostrils flared, “Can you keep it the fuck down?”

You didn’t even have to pretend to flush and act nervous. “O-oh, sorry—”

He gave you an unreadable look, fire burning in his eyes, then snorted and slammed the door. For a while there was silence. A slight pout painted your lips and you shifted your weight, now feeling your arousal drip down your thigh. You had thought this would be the time he would crack but he didn’t. A bit worried at the radio silence, you suddenly heard a soft, strangled groan that emerged from the other bedroom.

You smirked. It was only a matter of time before he cracked.

Hi everyone! This is my first foray into BTS fanfiction and break from indefinite hiatus, so I really hope all of you liked this sneakpeek. Honestly it’s not anything deep but I guarantee you it will edge all of you so hard :) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Estimated release date: Jan 6th, 8 PM ET

#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #bts #taehyung scenarios #taehyung imagines #bts scenarious #bts imagines #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #enemies to lovers #namjoon smut #jimin smut #jungkook x reader

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formulanaughty · 2 years

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So I see you have a bit of a thing for Nicky (or as I call him the Paddock's Nutella King) care to expand? I'd be lying if I said I HADN'T imagined him sucking Nutella of my nipples or snacking my arse as he railed me from behind but maybe that's just me LOL

everyone calls G the most vanilla guy on the grid (which yeah, i do still sort of agree with but he's my favorite flavor of vanilla so idc) but i also get the same vanilla-y vibes from nicky. not that it's a bad thing! i've just never seen him lose his cool and snap, showing off that edgier side.

that being said, i think it would be an absolute treat to just completely ruin him. like he's the kind of guy that gets you into doggy and just... goes through the motions. what fun it would be to give him a glance over your shoulder and throw your hips back, watching his eyes darken when you say "c'mon nicky, i'm not gonna break. fuck me." like he'd need some encouragement/reassurance and that's so hot! (also - i cannot stress enough how inexplicably sexy i find the nickname nicky)

cause you'd only need to give it a time or two for him to find that confidence and turn your world upside down. he'd no longer be waiting for permission. like he's 6'1" and built, he can throw you around any day of the week - you just gotta let him know he's allowed to first 😇 also yes please, him licking nutella off my nipples would be a dream - surely there's fic out there somewhere!! and if not, well... 😎

#oh this was a lot sorry #i don't think he's quite a switch but i do think he'd require some pulling from his shell #also he's a year younger than me which is making me Think #nl #fn.answer

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everyone-has-their-story · 4 years

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Season 3 episode 7 commentary with my sister:

So since this show is so different do they not do the bipolar storyline? Does Sander have a different a secret?

Episode 6 commentary

Oooo a Milan and Zoe night in? I wanna join

Whatcha need Senne for?

Yikes, way to kill the mood Robbe

He’s sure, Jens is sure, I’m sure, we are all sure…(zoe asked if he’s sure it was Viktor)

He looked you up in the yellow pages

Yo Viktor you better hope you don’t see Senne

Ughhh Zoe! I see your communication skills with Senne haven’t improved

This is going to end greeeeat

Jens is finally caring and-- oh damnit not these dickheads

Whattt? Tell me what it is!

WHAT?! (mural)

HOLY SHITTTTTT!!! WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK!?

Moyo you are ruining this for me in so many ways!

Sander I said you could use my wall, but this works too!

Moyo fuck off

Oh yeah! Noor can do it, she didn’t but she could

His face is showing 100 different emotions right now

That look between Jens and Robbe is making me like Jens more these days..

I have read nothing that the boys are saying...I’m focused on Robbe’s face..

He looks so conflicted

Oh shit the close up! It's so good!! But also...LOL to that actor!!

Ofc they posted it on instagram..

Dude Senne YOU’VE had better days?? Try being Robbe..

Oooo secrets!

Sander’s lack of subtlety in his love for Robbe is admirable

Don’t act surprised..everyone needs your advice Milan

Go. Sit. Talk.

I know I’m going to dislike this conversation, but I live for their talks

Noooo, it’s not your fault!!

Sorry Milan, but you don’t date someone for 6 months, meet a random dude and paint his face on a fucking wall if you just want him as your side piece

I get that it’s common, but not this situation

Sad Robbe making an appearance yet again

You have a visitor!

Nevermind..No visitors! We’re closed!!

Go. Away. Viktor!!

Sought help? Bitch please…

Bite me, Viktor...Senne use the knife

10/10 on this speech

DON’T LOOK AT HER!!

Nooooo sad Zoenne!

Why is this the saddest but happiest season?

Awww that’s a cute hug

Why are you texting Noor?

These boys need to stop fucking talking

Yes, Jens!! Yes!

Oh shit they really doing this

Again..the looks between Jens and Robbe are great

He said it!

Fuck you guys!!!!!

GROSS???? BITCH WHAT?

Yes Jens!!

Yes Robbe!

Noooooooo that is not what he needed!

Pause it! I should probably rewatch the scene, but I’ll do that later...I kinda got a different vibe from Aaron, like Moyo is a dick, but Aaron just kinda seems like a clueless dude who doesn’t know wtf to do. And I am seriously liking Jens more and more..why couldn’t he have been like this all season? You’re not listening to me, are you? *presses play*

I hope he is pretending that dartboard is Moyo’s face

Fuck them, Robbe!

Yes look at your new friends Robbe! Milan is great!

Aww he is a cutie, huh Milan?

Oh awesome more Zoenne fighting...I have a lot going on right now, so can y’all stop. Thanks, bye.

Milan and Robbe are like “ah the parents are fighting!”

Idk all the fighting might say otherwise, but you do you Zoe

Aw Zoe feels left out!

Tell her!!

Hahahah Milan!

*laughs* Zoe!!! (Zoe thinking Milan and Robbe are a thing)

Milan feeling butthurt hahaha

Yes! Zoe and Robbe talking about Sander!

Wait what!! Nooo, open the door!! Rude...

Yasmina and Luca!! My girls!

Why is Aaron there?

Jfc Amber mind your business

I love Luca so much

Oh damn, Luca..

HE SAID YES!! I love that (when asked if he is gay)

Hahahaha Luca it’s okay girl, we get it

Awkward…

The other two were fucking assholes,that's what they were

The judgement on the girls’ faces at Aaron, same!

Oh sweet jesus Aaron stop talking…

Put the boy out of his misery...someone save him

Slow down with your rainbows for a minute Luca

Also...wtf are they talking about? What website?

**air high fives** me too!

Ahhh shit moyo’s back…

No, don’t go over there!

I’m uncomfortable, anyone else uncomfortable?

Aaron what?! He literally JUST told you he was gay...wtf dude

Look at him being educated about pansexuals

Even Jens is impressed

Moyo... WHY?! WHYYY?!

The mural!!

Wait..he CAN ride a skateboard!! Good to know

Jens your friendship score is improving

Sander your boyfriend score is decreasing

Your instagram..wish I could see it…**gives me a dirty look**

Yes, I do (jens asks if he still loves him)

Oh you were asking Robbe..

Ahh the ultimatum! Jens NOW you are the matchmaker!

Idk if Robbe can handle any more pain

Yes, he does! You’re right Jens!

21:21!!!

Wait but he didn’t answer?

SANDER!!

I’m not sure which way this is going to go…

Sander use your words..come on!

Wow this song isn’t fucking with me at all

**slams the pause button** Did this bitch just drop the universe line with the 100%?? I know they use “100%” all the time on this show but this hits different...Smooth, Sander, so smooth. *presses play*

Oh thank god!

Oh shit...maybe move in-- nevermind y’all made it into the flat

The contrast between this time and with Noor...Robbe is like actually participating

Why does this make me emotional? Why am I like this?

Yes, shoes, important

**cackles** omg they are fucking adorable

Robbe! I didn’t know you had it in you!! (the iconic nipple lick)

Boy you really leveled up!

Damn this song is something else

His face here compared to with Noor..I can’t..

Holding hands? I’m fine..totally fine..

This is so well done, like literally everything about this is so well done

I’m sorry for repeating myself but they have great chemistry...other couples don’t compare..and there may have been very minimal speaking but I felt like they both said so much

Thank fucking christ we ended on a happy note!

#wtfock #kennedy watches wtfock

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fox-meat · 3 years

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1,4,9,10,17,20,21,22, 24,26,38,42,49,51,53,55 (a nice one),58,60,63,65,66,67,73,74,75,76

1. Are looks important in a relationship? Hmm I'm not shallow, but sort of? Like I definitely have a type, and it's mostly just like, if you don't look like a cismale Chad I'm probably into it

4. Are you in a relationship? SEVERAL....... Okay I'm currently dating two like, systems? One with one other member, and one with a lot (some I don't know) and dating people within that system! Along with also dating people in my own system haha

9. Describe your perfect mate OKAY SO my biggest like quality I need is someone who makes me laugh. I never wanted to be in a relationship where humor wasn't a thing, and luckily I've never had that problem!!

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do!!! T///T I'm a big, soft romantic eheheh

17. Do you like kissing in public? SOMEWHAT I don't like, like, full on making out, but little pecks are great!!

20. Do you shower every day? God no, I'm depressed, bitch. Probably 3-4 times a week if that.

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you? Hhnnnggg no. Honestly I'm like, always in the state of, I can't imagine anyone having feelings for me tbh xD

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? My Pred, probably lmao, he's always thinking of me cause he's a soft little cow

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? OH I HOPE SOOOOOOO /)////////(\

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? YES!!!! Right now, like four people have and !!!!!!!! That's incredible especially considering the shit I've been through!!

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? YEEESSS,,,, some people who like, it happens a lot when I first make a friend, if they're NICE I get like "Oh no is this a crush???" vibes, but I let it die down before I act on it. There's a lot of people who I get bad vibes from at first then we CLICK.

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Oh god forever. My hands don't really wander much, I like holding faces or shoulders haha I only really "wander" if it's like, planned to go further

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? I have a LOT OF PARTNERS I'll just write about the boyfriend who SENT ME THESE Okay my favorite thing??? That he's mentally ill as well, has his own issues, and still knows that mental health isn't something that gets better in a day. That there's gonna be ups and downs and he's always here for me!! He's very supportive and loyal I love him so much

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? Hhnnn there's a lot of them actually, I care about my friends a lot!!! I try to help people a lot ;;w;;

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? LMAAOOOOOOOOO yeah, my bf's ex, who's a toxic little shit that blocked us and tried to say we hurt them. Then their friend who THEY kept telling us was toxic came to us, showed us everything the ex said, and we had the SAME EXACT screenshots about the FRIEND that the ex sent!!! Ridiculous.

55. Share a relationship story. Aaa a good one!!!! Okay um, I choose my first visit to see my BF in person!!! I got to borrow a car and come visit for like, almost a full week! I came during Thanksgiving, got to meet him and his family, we went out shopping and out to eat like every day, I was crying so fucking hard when I had to leave AND NOW I LIVE WITH HIM!!! After just over a year from that first visit!! We've been living together since late January of this year <3

58. What are five ways to win your heart? OH MAN okay uh -Call me by nicknames!!!! -GIVE ME GIFTS listen... I'm materialistic, but not for expensive things. Give me a cool rock. Send me a cute pet on CS. I'm a happy fox. -Tell me how much I mean to you!!! God I love the reassurance, ESPECIALLY when I'm like doubting my place in people's lives I get so self conscious aaaaa tell me I mean a lot to you and i'll MELT -Hmm I guess this is more flirty/sexual but, I love being lowkey threatened o////o like, tell me how you wanna hurt me, control me, that sort of thing -BE POSSESSIVE/CLAIM ME like,,,, holy fuck my heart's beating just THINKING OF IT. Like okay, to be clear, I'm poly, I'm gonna date other people so if you're ACTUALLY not good sharing do not do this xD But like, my partner will jokingly do this and I love it aaaa I also have friends who do it and i love iiittt~ Like just "my Lyric" AAAAAAAAAAA

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners? Three years! That's counting body age, not like system member ages. (They're all adults though, if anything they're older than me xD)

63. What is your definition of “having sex”? H... having sex? I mean I guess it's like, anything past kissing? Like, touching and stuff I would consider "sexual activities" I guess?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine? OOOHHHH /)///////(\ eeeheheheh, I like being kissed, kissing on my neck, nipping/biting, teasing my nipples, th-those sort of things, and like GRINDING AGAINST ME aaaaaa //////

66. What is your favourite roleplay? OOOHHHHHH I love getting my ass kicked, like beat me up, cut me up, mark me, HURT ME Also, I'm usually a bottom, but I like to fight back >:3c

67. What is your idea of the perfect date? I've said it once I'll say it again: The movies. I love going to the movies SO MUCH I love being in a dark room, seeing something cool, honestly??? If I could like go to the movies and see like 3-4 movies in a row, I'd do it. I WANT POPCORN AND A DRINK THO, candy we can sneak in LOL

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? Ooooohhhh I don't actually,,,, know! Like I just like people being nice to me!! Calling me cute nicknames, petting my head, all of that hehe

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? I don't have one, I don't think?? I'd like to have like SOME fandoms/interests the same but like???? other than that, I'm not huge like into "THEY MUST BE ATTRACTIVE" but I also might hit like the rose-colored-glasses stage cause there aren't many people in the world that aren't attractive to me?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OKAY SO okay oh my god so when my bf and I started dating we would call EVERY TIME I was driving and talk, and I loved it SO MUCH aaaa but like So every morning we would call and we had this little "heeeyyyy~" we would do every morning and like Okay so, at one point some shit was going down (with his asshole ex ruining our lives) and we broke up And after we got back together, he was like "One thing I really missed was your little heeyyyy~s every morning" AND THAT WAS SO SWEET AND SAD AND CUTE I LOVE YOU BABY

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? I.................. y'know. I'm not a sweet person I don't think asldfkjsdf I mean I gush and talk up my loved ones all the time so like !!!! I don't think I do anything amazing?? Uuuhhh best I can come up with is like, teasing my bf with feeder stuff when we're out, and he gets so EMBARRASSED it's so cute though hehe

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS BABY I LOVE YOU!!!!!

#anon #fox answers #aaaaaa thank you baby!!!!#pred #Anonymous

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holylangdon · 5 years

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Somebody Else (Michael Langdon x Reader AU)

Request: “Can you please do Daddy kink Michael Langdon where the reader has done something bad so michael punishes her using a vibrator to bring her to the edge only to deny her orgasm over and over until he eventually fucks her and let’s her cum? With lots of dirty talk??” - Anon

“Would daddy!Michael be into biting??” - Anon

“I need michael teasing/edging his partner until she squirts” - Anon

“Can you do a jealous smut of Michael Langdon x reader? ❤” - Anon

“I need really rough kinky weird Michael x reader smut lol thanks” - Anon

“Can you please bless me with some daddy dom Michael smut??” - Anon

Warnings: SMUT, AU, fem!Reader, dominant!Michael/sub!Reader, daddy!dom kink, praise!kink, sex toy use, lots of orgasms, rough sex, titty sucking, moderate biting, oral sex (both giving/receiving), very dirty talk, orgasm denial (reader receiving), slightly off request, alluded to facefucking, multiple sex positions, mentions of cheating/forgiving cheating, lowkey sugar daddy vibes, possibly opens the door for a third part? Definitely more that I’m forgetting to add

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Part two!! You can find part one here (x).

At a quarter till eight, you got the text from the building’s security system that he had pulled into the garage. You were ready for him. Well, as ready as you possibly could be for something as crazy as this. Your mind and heart both raced as you stood in the hall doorway, carefully leaned against the frame while you mindlessly scrolled on your phone in wait.

You’d prepared your escape plan. It was petty, but you didn’t care. Earlier, you’d packed four full suitcases and put them in the back of the expensive Mercedes car he’d bought for you just last year. Your letter to him explaining his future predicament was in the drawer of your nightstand with a ring box, ready to be placed on the kitchen counter. You weren’t going to keep your wedding ring. He deserved to have it back, at least. Maybe he could recycle it for one of his mistresses.

You were dressed, or rather undressed, in a simple rose red lingerie set. It was hidden underneath your lavish black robe. Michael always did love that, he said it was like unwrapping a present. Your bright red lipstick and makeup was perfect, just waiting to be ruined.

It wasn’t long before Michael was opening the door, dropping his bag and keys on the small table beside the door. He placed his shoes on the rack neatly, his coat following. He was excited to be with his wife; little did he know, for the last time.

Neither of you needed to speak. You now sat at the bar with your legs crossed, your dark black stockings shining against the dim lamp light. He walked over to you, a small smirk on his lips.

He pulled you up, glancing over your body. He reached for the neatly tied bow around your waist, pulling it and letting your robe open carefully. He pulled it off of you, letting it fall on the floor.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “Perfect as usual.”

You felt a pang in your heart when he said that, but you brushed it off with a smile. How many other women had he said that to lately? You tried to distract yourself, to keep your mind off of it.

His hands instinctively found their way to your ass. They always did. His large palms felt good as he possessively gripped the soft flesh. His lips connected with yours in a deep kiss.

You knew tonight wouldn’t be emotional. It wouldn’t be passionate or firey like usual. It wouldn’t be slow or intimate. It was going to be raw and intense, purely physical attraction. That was a hard pill for you to swallow at first, but now that he was pushing you backwards towards the bedroom door, you were more than okay with it.

He bit your lip carefully as he pushed you through the doorway and towards the bed, completely blind. That just goes to show how many times he’d done it before. You sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him through your long lashes. He laughed as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Desire burned through him as he moved quickly.

“Safe word?” He asked, staring over you for a moment.

“I don’t need it.” His cock nearly got hard when you said that. “I want you to fucking wreck me.”

Okay, now that got him. You had only ever said that once before, and he had desperately craved it since but wasn’t exactly bold enough to ask for no limits. There was something unique about being able to fuck the woman he loved with no holds barred. He could do whatever he wanted or saw fit. Anything.

It was a blur how his lips ended up attached to your collarbone, sucking sloppy little pink marks all over the soft skin. You moaned lightly, and he was only encouraged by the soft sound. He bit slightly, taking the flesh between his teeth. He was skilled. He knew exactly what he was doing as he put pressure down, releasing it a moment later. He licked a small stripe over the bite to soothe it. A little whine escaped your lips at the sensation, that part of your collar pleasantly tingling for moments after. You couldn’t take it. You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling him to your lips.

The kiss couldn’t be described as anything other than lustful. Your desire for him was fueled by him grinding his knee against your heat, creating a certain friction. It was certainly welcome, and he could tell by your heavy breaths.

“You’re eager.” He lowly whispered into your ear. You couldn’t help but moan at the combined sensations. It felt so good as his cold fingers travelled along your back, your bra. Your breasts bounced free and he instantly moved his attention down, taking one of them into his mouth with care. He played with the other one in his rough hand.

You bit your lip to keep the sounds in as his warm tongue circled your nipple, licking it slowly. He was beyond skilled and it showed as he placed a light bite on your breast. Your hands found their way to his hair, grasping at the long blond locks. He groaned, sending the vibrations throughout your body. A moment later, he let go of your sensitive nipple with a slight pop.

“Mm, and what do you want?” He asked. You leaned forward, trying to reach to unbuckle his black pants. “Ah, ah, ah- not yet.”

His mouth fell back on your body as he had a new idea. He kissed his way down, down, down, before stopping at your panty line. His fingers slipped underneath the soft red fabric that rested on your hips, pulling the side down. You just hated when he teased like that, but it was only moments before he followed through and fully removed them. A cruel smile lined his lips as you glared at him, feeling him slick a finger through your wetness.

“Please?” You whimpered. He thoughtlessly threw the panties behind him before returning his hands back to your clit. He played with it for a moment before letting two of his fingers slip inside you. You moaned rather loudly at the contact, nearly closing your legs at the feeling. He clenched his jaw in frustration as he felt you tighten around his fingers, wishing it was his cock instead. But he savored the teasing, truly. Michael pumped the long, thin digits in and out of you with ease.

His tongue felt so, so good as he licked a plain stripe up your clit to tease. Your hands gripped the blanket beneath you as you became a moaning mess under his touch, so delicate. The faster he moved and the harder he sucked, the faster it seemed to bring you to your orgasm. He took his tongue away, replacing it with his thumb instead.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He cooed. You nodded your head. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m close.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Good girl. Do you want to come all over daddy’s fingers?” He drove you crazy with the filth that came from his mouth. He was so naturally good with the dirty talk that it was almost... Scary.

“Yes daddy,” You moaned. “I want to come on your fingers. Please.”

“I appreciate you saying please, but I want you to hold it until I say so.”

You wanted to fight him. You wanted to fight back against his demand, but you simply found yourself a noisy mess as you focused on the task he gave you. He let it go on for at least a minute more, but it felt like forever as you tried to hold back your orgasm.

“Daddy, please?” You begged softly, a tear threatening to fall from your eye. “Please let me come.”

“Come, baby girl. Come all over my fingers. Doesn’t it feel so good?” He loved feeling the way you twitched and clenched and squeezed around him as you came. He sucked and licked the insides of your thighs as you came, still paying close attention to your body. But in his mind, Michael was already planning his next move.

He sucked the juices off of his fingers, looking you in the eye as he did it. Then he spoke. “I have something for you.” He reached in his pocket, pulling out a black velvet bag. He opened it to reveal a small, silver vibrator.

His tongue fell back in place on your clit a moment later, and it wasn’t long before you heard the quiet hum of the vibrator whir to life. He slicked it between your folds, making you whine out. It wasn’t intense, just... Different. But pleasant. He took great pleasure in watching you squirm under his little wand and tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” You moaned out. Your legs instinctively locked around his neck, causing him to laugh lightly against you. A subtle whine escaped you. You were already so close to your second orgasm from his slight overstimulation, which washed over you a moment later. He talked you through the intense pleasure before you released him, allowing him to stand. Michael watched you breathe heavily with a mischievous smile. A moment later, he spoke.

“I want you on your knees.”

You instantly obeyed his order, kneeling on the carpet floor without a second thought. He stood in front of you, looking down at you oh so dominantly.

“You know your place.”

You certainly did. He had taken the uncomfortable slacks off at some point earlier, so you toyed with the waistband for a moment, letting your hand fall downwards to feel his cock. He groaned at the simple thought of your lips around his cock, his erection almost becoming painful as you pulled the black briefs down carefully.

You let your hand stroke him for a moment before you kissed the pink tip, earning another small sound from him, before trailing your tongue along his length. He was surely blessed in that department, having been given such a long and thick cock. He was grateful, and you were too.

He held his breath as you took him into your mouth, slowly. You pumped what you couldn’t fit with your hand carefully. He exhaled shakily as you began to take him deeper into you, down your throat. A moment later you pulled away, looking up at him with a rope of spit dripping from your lips. You took him back into your mouth again, but this time, he took charge. With your hair messily pulled into his hands in a half-hearted ponytail, he led your every movement. He was nothing short of hellish as he let you choke on him.

He became more vocal as his orgasm quickly approached, his grip on you only tightening as the sinful sounds surrounded the room. He loved the pure hellishness of it all as he came with a strangled noise falling from his lips. You swallowed it with a slight wince as he pulled away from you, a lazy grin on his face. He pulled you close for a chaste kiss, allowing him to taste himself on your lips. Michael found it... Gratifying. Always.

The two of you laid together in silence. Your hand rested on his thigh, and his carefully stroking your hair. The calm didn’t last but a few minutes before he was ready to go again.

That’s how you ended up on all fours, your husband having a nice grip on your hair as you begged for him. He loved the sweet, pained sounds that came from you and you couldn’t lie, you did too.

“Good girls don’t get daddy’s cock, you know.” He hissed into your ear. “Are you a good little girl?” You shook your head feverishly. He chucked lightly. “Hm, that’s nice to know.”

His free hand felt across your ass, a harsh smack landing with a sharp noise. Just when you were about to scream out of frustration, you felt him slide into you. God, he almost came again right then and there from how good you felt. He hadn’t realized how much he missed the feeling of your warm, wet walls to welcome him home.

The only sound you could muster was a halfhearted moan. You absolutely melted as he fucked you, being controlled only by his motions. His hand around your hair. His hand that gripped your curves. They were the only things that kept you from going limp. Your eyes drifted shut from the feeling of him filling you up. You had to admit that you’d desperately missed it.

Michael’s guestures came to a halt. “On your back.”

He entered you again moment later, but this time, he carefully watched your reaction. He lived for the way your eyes rolled back in your skull with every thrust he gave you, the way your grip on his arm had become so tight as his hand found its way to your throat. He groaned lightly as the stuttered moans fell from your lips. Michael loved the sudden rush of power every time he felt you gasp for air under his large hand, and you loved the wonderful feeling of being trapped underneath him. Your body rocked up and down from the force of his thrusts, letting the two of you fall into a sort of rhythm.

He released your throat, his bright blue eyes staring over you. His wife. You had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. How could he have fucked up so badly? Suddenly he felt guilty as he remembered the other women. How had he risked destroying his family so selfishly? His mind raced for a moment before he snapped back into the present moment.

“Daddy, I’m going to come again.” You said through heavy breaths. His touch on your clit didn’t falter. He reminded himself that you were his, and he was yours. Only yours.

“Mm, do it baby.” He purred. “Daddy wants to feel you come all over his cock. You’ve earned it.”

Almost as if you were on cue, you followed his instruction. A loud, almost scream-like moan of his name followed the explosion that happened throughout your body. Michael’s arm rested over your mouth to muffle it. God, he would’ve loved to hear it fully. But the last thing he needed was the neighbors calling the Los Angeles Police again, but it wasn’t the first time and he was absolutely sure it wouldn’t be the last. It must’ve triggered something within him, because he felt himself come unraveled inside you not but moments later.

You laid on the bed for a moment in thought. What had you just done? Maybe it was just the aftershock of getting your brains fucked out, but you almost, almost, didn’t feel as... Hurt. It wasn’t okay, what he did. It never would be. But as you stood and looked over his tired figure, all of the peaceful memories came flooding back to you just like they had earlier.

“Where are you going?” He rasped lightly, turning his head to look at you for a second. His bright blue eyes were visible even through the darkness that loomed over the bedroom.

Your answer was simple enough. Enough to distract him, to let him think everything was fine. Normal, even. “Quick shower. I’m tired and sweaty.”

He laughed quietly, his head fell back on the pillow. “I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

And once again, you found yourself caught in Michael Langdon’s web.

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