#i have a kink in guys whose name starts with a J

[bemtevis]

love interest in tid: Jem

love interest in tlh: James

love interes in tmi: Jace

love interest in tda: Julian

love interest in twp: please dont be Jaime please no

[brelione]

Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Warnings:Voyeurism, choking, fingering, masturbation, John.B

@batcat46​ is back at being the official John.B whore but this time add a little ✨JJ✨

“Please John B at least consider it!” JJ pleaded as he got off the boat as he went fishing with John B, “JJ cmon you know how weird it is youre basically begging to fuck my girl right now?” “Cmon dont think of it like that, it'd be once, Unless she liked it'' JJ smirked.

 John B stopped in his tracks, slowly turning first his head then the rest of his body following  “You did not just say that, JJ. Im gonna fuck you up” He spoke loudly as he quickly brought JJ closer, face to face. JJ wiggled out of his arms and laughed as he ran away with the day's catch in a cooler in his hand up to the house, leaving John B to tie up the boat. 

John B starts to consider, would (Y/N) actually be into that? Now John B was a very protective and jealous significant other. The more he thought about it the more he considered letting JJ hook up w (Y/N). He tied the knot deeply thinking. John B knew one thing, there were gonna be rules, and they were gonna be strict. 

John b walked into the house coming up behind JJ and flicked him upside the head. JJ immediately swatted his hand away. “Fine, you can, but i'm gonna have rules and they will be strict. She cant moan your name, You gotta use a condom, i have to watch, You have to make her finish, She isn't allowed to suck your dick, and you can't eat her out, If i want it to stop all of it will.” John B stated each as he put a finger up counting them one by one. 

Flicking JJ in the back of the head again as he walked away. JJ looked bewildered as this is the last thing he expected John B to agree to. (Y/N) was his pride and joy. As if on queue you walked through the door, holding a few bags containing groceries. 

You walked up to the counter, placing the bags down. Although you were the only reason there was space too, you kept this place afloat.  You walked over to John B standing up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek lightly. Smiling at JJ brightly, you noticed he blushed; he doesn't usually do that.

 “So...do you remember when you used to like JJ?”John B asked, surprising you. He was more of the possessive type, did not like talking about past relationships because it didn't even matter now that you were his.

 You glanced over to JJ, seeing a cocky smirk on his face. “Yeah, used too. ”You shrugged, hoping your voice didn't sound strange. You would never admit it but you could still easily have a thing for JJ. Something about the blonde troublemaker stirred something inside of you.

 “Right…so how would you feel about something new?” John B asked, not really adding too much detail. “And you don't have to say yes.” JJ chimed in, wanting to feel included. “But it would be nice if you did.”He spoke, looking back over to John B, the brunette already glaring at him.

 “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”You laughed, trying to ignore your speeding up heart rate, and the pit in your stomach .John.B grinned, looking over to JJ.It was like second grade again when JJ had sent John B to talk to a girl he liked at the time. 

“We were thinking about a deal.”JJ was tapping his fingers against the table, trying to control his excitement. “For the love of god-can you just explain what the hell you’re talking about!”You exclaimed, annoyed. “JJ wants to fuck you and I said he could.” John B blurted out, causing your eyes to widen.

 you would be lying if you said you had not got off to the idea countless times. Both the boys blushed, looking down.  You could see JJ hit the back of John B’s forearm like he was asking to to retrieve and answer. “Baby this isn't like you, what in the world let you agree to this.” John B looked up and simply replied “I wanted to watch.”  You bewildered reconsidered the idea. 

“You know, okay” you smiled at JJ and JOhn B coughed to cover his scoff. JJ looked at John B asking to touch you with his eyes. John B hesitantly nodded. JJ swiftly moved past him and put one hand on your face and looked you in the eyes as content. 

When you blinked twice signaling a yes, he kissed you, so rough and full of pure lust you didn't know what else to do but kiss him back. He tongue slipped into your mouth swiping across yours. Your hands went to his hair,as he picked you up, setting you on the counter. 

One hand resting on your high thigh on your hip. John B cleared his throat, a rock hard growing in his pants thinking about how he could do this to you x10. There were so many things JJ wanted to do to you in this moment.He had thought about it countless times. He would destroy you in every way possible if John B wouldn't be watching. 

He wanted to know every kink you had, everything you liked and didn’t like and overall just wanted to make you feel better than John B ever had. He knew he could too, dragging sloppy kisses down your neck. John B went to the corner of the room a large mount in his shorts.

 “I'm gonna take good care of you, princess.”JJ pressed a kiss to your lips before throwing you over his shoulder and setting you down on the bed, getting on top of you. He removed your top, and as you weren't wearing a bra he just admired, but quickly moved to your bottoms. 

Once you were fully stripped he started from your jaw sucking light hickies so John B wouldn't kill him. Working his way down your neck, breasts, stomach and right around where you wanted him most. Up and down your inner thigh. Right next to your heart he sucked hickies in the shape of two j’s just so you would know tonight you belonged to him. 

John B sat in the bean bag chair in the corner of your shared room, under the window. His hips slowly moving around as if feeling the air for friction. JJ got down to your panties, the sea through black flowery lace making his cock pulse harder. He finally got this, he finally got to make you feel good. 

The endless dreams he had of everything he could've done to you. He looked you in the eyes, you looking over to John B, whose eyes were dark with lust. You noticed his unbuttoned shorts and the veins in his next pulsing. His hands clenched as if he was waiting for you two to start. 

He slowly nodded signally a yes and you turned back to JJ nodding slowly. He slowly dragged them down your legs. Hands running up and down your thighs he spread your legs, looking up at you again you looked over at John B whose shorts where next to him  his rock hard cock standing in his boxers begging to be touched looked up and stated lowly “you make the calls as long as you follow my rules.” 

You looked back at JJ who leaned over you bringing his fingers to your mouth. You coated them with your saliva as he bent back down; he pushed them both inside you. You automatically gasped as you weren't sued to how rough he was. Sure John B was rough but JJ just had this need for him. 

He needed to make you feel good at his own hand, you could feel it radiating off of him. You could hear how wet you were as he rapidly plunged his fingers inside of you, curly them as he did. You could feel the knot in your stomach building, you squirmed.

 “Cmon princess don’t stay quiet now” JJ coaxed you on. You had to hold back his name shrieking John B’s instead. John  B grunted in response. You quickly looked over to see him holding his length pumping it slowly.  JJ stopped when he could tell you were getting close. 

You felt his fingers pull out, leaving you feeling slightly empty. He stood up dropping his boxers rolling a condom on. You immediately blushed, looking over a john B still slowly pumping. “Don't do it if you don't want to love.” you looked back to JJ smiling, he got closer letting his tip slip between your folds, you gasped.  

Not used to the feeling, it started to hurt the pressure becoming too much too fast “JJ, JJ stop i need a second.” he immediately stopped his face expressing concern. Had he just ruined his one chance, what was he doing wrong? “It was just too fast to ease into it please” JJ’s eyes softened he immediately slowed down inched in and out till you gave him the go.

 You opened your eyes as it started to feel better, you clenched and he let out a low growl. He started going faster and harder. He wanted to make you feel good. You struggled to open your eyes to look over to john b who you had never seen pumping his cock harder. 

He stiffly opened his mouth as you could see the red tip from across the room. He let out puffs of air you could tell he was getting closer, his moans in sync with JJ’s. you snapped back to jj as the pit was forming again in your stomach. His hand went to your throat, you reached up and squeezed his wrist twice as okay. 

He gripped your throat so hard it brought you to the verge of your climax. The sound of John B about to cum all over himself brought you over. You screamed with pleasure as you came all over JJ's members.

 JJ was next to cum pulling out and heading to the bathroom down the hall. John B stood up and walked over to you. You wrapped your hair around his dick quickly pumping adding your mouth in as she quickly spurted the hit liquid down the back of your throat humming as he did.

 JJ came back with shorts on, by that time John B had his back on also and you finished pulling on one of the boys’ hoodies, whose? That you weren't sure. JJ wrapped his hand around your waist and smiled “so when's that happening again.” John B brushed passed “I second that question.”

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[youarejesting]

Temptation KTH X Reader

[Masterlist] Pairing: CamBoy!Taehyung x CamGirl!Reader Beta: N/A Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, NSFW, Smut Rating: 18+ Words: 3.7k Request: @pars-ley​

Summary: You sign up for the world’s newest and sexiest Late-night Television program called ‘Temptation’. Where you are competing with nine other Cam workers to win One Million dollars. The catch? You can’t cum?

Warnings: Oral f & m recieving, Doms & Subs, Orgasm denial, Penetrative sex, Handjobs, Fingering, Vouyerism, Exhibitionism, Bratty, Daddy Kink, Impregnation Kink, Auralism (sexy sounds moans etc...), Orgy, Dirty talk, Group sessions.

You were a cam girl, but you had been recruited with the best of the best to participate in an elimination game show. Basically, you were not allowed to come, which didn’t include private masturbation unless you were with a housemate in the previous half-hour. The winner would win one million dollars. 

There were a few catches, you were each given a phone that would give you commands on things you had to do with other contestants. You had permission to do anything to anyone if the phone told you so. So if you were told to give a blow job you could, but the male was not allowed to finish. Equally so if you were told one of the males could eat you out, you weren’t allowed to finish.

With a sigh, you sat in front of the camera and began talking about the first day while rewatching the footage. You were told to react as if it was happening and relay the thought you had in the moment. “right here I thought ‘oh it is going to be easy’,” I signed up to Temptation and I am going to win. I have to win, I am planning on paying out my family's mortgage and perhaps buying myself a home something permanent.”

You took a moment to pause and thought “it wasn’t the easiest growing up poor, I have a good job now and a good apartment but I don’t spend money on myself until my family are in a better position”

You met the other contestants and you could pick out which ones would go first, the ones who had no resolve. There were four doms and you knew you could get them in seconds. Everyone was dressed normally and you each took the time to greet one another. 

This would be the easiest money you ever made. Everyone introduced themselves and their highlight cam videos appeared on the screen and you paled. Suga, RM, J-Hope, Honey, Jimin, lovelymi, Jungkook, EatJin. Names you hoped would “Hello, my name is V, I have been in the cam industry for about seven years, I do partner and solo videos, I am a switch.” His voice was so deep and it stirred something in you.

His videos started playing and he was grunting and fucking a girl. Him talking dirty while he used his hand, he was big and looked honestly amazing. He was holding a girl’s hair as he bucked into her mouth. All while looking and sounding so freaking sexy

“This be harder than I thought” you laughed “he is handsome and his voice is truly amazing, from a purely sexual point of view he is attractive”

“But what will his personality be like? That's the question. Things can make you excited but if he opens his mouth and is a jerk well that excitement plummets. 

“Hey guys, My cam name is Baby, I have been in the cam business for a long time I can’t even remember, I am a submissive, I have done partnered and solo cam video” Your videos began playing, you were thankful for the quality of your videos and editing things looked desirable and left you wanting more. You acting like a brat and being punished. You acting submissive calling your cam partner Daddy.

This last one had the dom’s in the room squirming and you knew you had some power over them.

“I joined the cam industry because I was interested, I got to have pleasure in the privacy of my own house and get paid. I use a fake name and I entertain clients with videos. I choose what I do in the video if I don’t like it. I'm sorry, I choose who can watch me. If someone is acting rude or threatening I can kick them out the website and my setup at home is protected so common creeps cannot find me. The people I film with are people I trust and also work in the business”

You shrugged raising your hands up “I mean what can I say it all sounds like a great deal, orgasms and money what else do you want”

You smiled and the Host spoke over the PA, “Please check out your new rooms and your attire which has been carefully selected in your size. Relax and freshen up dinner will be served shortly.”

You stood up and looked innocently at the doms. “What should I wear for dinner mummy and Daddies?” 

The four doms Suga, Jhope, Honey, and Jin looked at you with firm eyes. “Would you like me to dress you, baby?” Honey asked 

“Wear something pretty?” Jin said his voice firm as he walked off, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt as he walked down the hall.

“Wear something to impress daddy?” Jhope grinned and you went off to your room, looking through the cupboards and you thought the others would go for blatantly sexy but you actually snuck into Jin’s room while he was in the shower and stole his dress shirt and left, you made sure to wear a pretty set of white lace underwear but you didn’t put on shoes and you let your hair down and put on natural-looking makeup.

The shirt dwarfed you and you didn’t do up all the buttons at the top or bottom. Everyone walked out to dinner and you grinned. All the guys were either just in pants or in suits except Jimin and Jungkook who were in harness’. LovelyMi was wearing lingerie, big heels, and full hair and makeup. Honey wore leather and big shoes stepping out. You yawned pretending you woke up your hands unseen in the big sleeves.

“Is that my shirt?” Jin asked

“Daddy's shirt smelled so good?” Jin stirred, you bit back a smile and everyone started eating dinner and you reached for something and V made a small groan as the shirt fell open revealing your breast. You sat back down and grinned when Suga’s phone chimed. 

“One of your well-known skills is Tongue technology, pick one girl and eat her out.” He said with a laugh. 

“Suga, genius. The only two things you need to know” he shrugged looking at the floor. “Enough said”

He walked down the table and pushed your chair back. You looked up at him innocently. “Daddy is going to eat this pussy, is that okay my sweet baby?” Suga caressed your cheek, you did like praise. 

“I want a different daddy” You huffed pulling off your underwear and throwing them at Jin. Suga pressed his tongue to his cheek, looking visibly pissed that you were questioning his authority knowing you were playing as the rules stated if you didn’t want to participate you would use the safe word.

“Spread your legs, brat” this was a command and your legs fell apart. He placed them on the arms of the dinner chair and V looked down swallowing hard trying not to look but you commanded his attention.

“What a pretty little pussy, for such a bratty girl” Suga smirked, wasting no time, you picked up your drink and drank it slowly thinking about the dinner. After the initial surprise, you knew you would be fine he wouldn’t get you to finish but he was so close.

Another phone went off and Jimin read aloud his instructions to give RM a blow job. You continued eating dinner zoning out completely you were pretty skilled at keeping yourself from cumming. What surprised you was when Jimin came it was the first night, but the boy had an oral fixation and that coupled with an audience and the moans around the room, he came while deepthroating RM.

You were sad to see him leave but you were thankful the orders for the night were complete.

“Suga has tongue technology all right but, there is one sure-fire way to put me on edge and that is with a deep voice. I cannot stand V’s voice it is way too sexy”

It had been a long first week, you had been drawn to the edge by Honey and had given a blow job to Jhope who held himself together with swears and shaky breath. You were all sitting in the pool at the end of the week and LovelyMi was eliminated. The fans had voted her out.

The next week saw Jungkook eliminated. Honey had him tied up and he couldn’t hold back. There was no voting elimination but there was a challenge. You had to answer sex facts to earn points. Some of the questions were how many times can a woman orgasm. You won and the hosts Adora and Pdogg asked how many times you had successfully finished.

“Eleven,” You said, “I could have kept going but I took a break and ended up falling asleep.”

“I am impressed?” RM grinned, he had got the next answer right and the two of you got to draw from the hat some cards. 

“Hell yeah, I got a free finish card” You grinned 

“I got an extended order time card” RM laughed and you both high fived and headed back to continue playing the game.

After a few games such as the fastest to dress in their role-play costume, you all picked what door you wanted and you laughed when you were dressed as a businessman, you laughed at the array of costumes but V was the winner having won wearing a nurses dress. Another game was won by Jin and it was called ‘whose lips are these?’ You each took turns being blindfolded and you were kissed by the others.

For you, Jin’s lips were the easiest to identify, followed by Honey’s and you just knew when a large hand took your waist and your heart sparked that it was V. Three out of six wasn’t too bad.

“They always guessed when it was me, do I kiss a certain way or weirdly?” You touched your lips confused and mumbled in an afterthought  “I thought I kissed really well.”

You stepped up to V your heart racing nervously and you slipped your hand into his hair pulling his hair firmly and he groaned making you lick your lips. You kissed him and he kissed back his tongue entering your mouth and you pulled away watching him sigh in relief.

“I got every one of them wrong except her, there was something about how soft her lips were, and the way she tasted like strawberries it was kind of delicious.” V spoke his cheeks red “I want to kiss her again”

Jhope won a game of sex bingo where you had to mark off what you had done but the catch was there as like a hundred different things. Where you looked through your cam videos and marked off what was in each of them. Honey and Suga didn’t have a single card. V had a free from elimination card and Jin had a kink assisted order. Jhope won a group order card.

“Some would say, I am well versed in sex, and they would be right!” JHope laughed, clapping his hands. “I enjoy trying new things and well I have preferences but I can at least say I have tried it”

That week was fun, you had filed away the free finish card for when you needed it and hoped like hell you wouldn’t need it. RM used the time extend card for his order to fuck Honey but accidentally eliminated himself and Honey simultaneously.

Eliminations came along and Suga was the next to be voted out. There were four of you left. You and three males, this was going to become quite difficult. You were sitting on the couch watching movies with Jin when you got an order. 

“Give a blow job to the nearest contestant” You smirked and sank to the floor unzipping Jin’s pants and you hit accept on the phone and got to work you had a time limit and you weren’t going to lose one million dollars because of a six-minute timer.

You used everything called him Daddy made all the right sounds and gave him all the right looks but he didn’t come. The timer rang and he grinned tucking himself away and you rested your head on his thigh. “Please daddy.” 

“She is dangerous, I almost didn’t want to stop but I am here for the money, she isn’t playing around” Jin sighed “I can still hear her saying those words in my head and I want more than anything to continue our session.” 

You noticed V in the kitchen with a piece of orange in his mouth, eyes wide he had seen everything and you blushed.

“That was the hottest thing I had ever seen, she really wanted to win and I am just thankful that it wasn’t an order for me” He shivered running his hand over his jaw. “I wouldn’t have made it, and I don’t know if I would try”

He looked at his hands ringing them out before looking up “She is my opponent and I will do my best to win against her!”

Jin had used a kink assisted and you were given headphones filled with V’s moans while Honey had given him a handjob last week. 

“She either really likes V or she likes deep moans that is good to know?” He snickered “I think she is in love with V the two are smitten”

You bit your lip and turned to the camera’s “Oh this is playing dirty.” You hissed Jin was skilled with his fingers, he apparently played guitar and some piano but no matter how much he rubbed your G spot and clit at the same time. You weren’t going to come, even if V sounded sinful in your ears.

“There is nothing I want more than to win, but I almost didn’t think I was going to make it. Have you heard him, growling and moaning” You blushed burying your face in your hands “He is the only one who can make me lose this game”

You looked up and leaned back on the couch throwing one leg over the other. “So now we are all preparing for war”

Amongst all the sex, you and V grew close, the two of you Swam in the pool and played games, when you weren’t talking you were having deep conversations and at one point you even stayed up late chatting until he leaned in pressing his lips to yours. You couldn’t help but kiss him back with similar vigor. 

“Baby” Jhope called and showed you the screen of his phone reading out loud. “Jhope ten minutes with Baby everything except penetrative sex” 

“Okay?” You nodded 

“And I am calling the group card” he grinned 

You were surrounded by all three men and they quickly discussed what they should do. JHope grinned, telling Jin to return the favor for the earlier blow job and V looked disappointed. 

“I know why he chose me, I am called EatJin for a reason.” Jin explained seriously “these lips can devour women… and a good steak”

“Was I disappointed that JHope asked Jin-hyung to eat her out?” V scoffed a few times “me? never”

He got up out of his chair as he took his microphone off and walked away with a dark tone “What would ever give you that impression”

The next elimination saw JHope leave. And it was you and the two handsome young men, you understood why they weren’t voted out. 

You had an amazing evening watching V give a rather enthusiastic Blow Job to Jin who came with a loud cry. 

Now it was just you and V. 

“Am I scared?” You laughed at the question, touching your mouth in thought. “Why because it’s just the two of us now”

“It’s her who should be scared?” V looked proud as he held an intense gaze.

“I do this for a living, why would I be scared?” 

You tried to bluff unsuccessfully “I’m bloody terrified, Have you seen him he is handsome as hell and I know he will be the end of me”

“My biggest fear is not being able to stop. She is magnificent, we have gotten to know each other so much over the four weeks and she is cheeky and charming and sweet and I truly believe I love her.” 

He licked his lips “it started out that I thought she was my type but it became that she was my everything”

When you woke its first day with just the two of you and he smiled over breakfast. “The house feels lonely without everyone doesn’t it?”

“The house feels too big and too cold” you mumbled. 

You spent the week together which would be fast-forwarded on the week's episode. 

“Today is the last day the challenge is going to be extreme,” he said, “you think you're ready for it?”

“Yeah, I think I am ready, what about you?”

“I think I am more nervous I wish we were on even grounds your free finish card has me worried” 

“What I am about to do is either incredibly stupid or incredibly stupid” you buried your face in your hands. 

“I would like to use my free finish card” you pulled the card out from the back of your phone. “You better be worth it?”

V’s mouth fell open in shock and you looked at him feeling a little mischievous. 

“She is going to give up her free finish now so we fight an even and fair match tomorrow.” He said biting his lip “I love her, and I am not going to waste this moment I am going to rock her world”

You followed him to his bedroom. He held your hand the entire way and you grinned as he pressed you to the door. Kissing you hard and moaning into your mouth. He slipped his hand up your little skirt and plunged his fingers down the front of your underwear. 

He didn’t let up and he was kissing and sucking at your neck before he moved you to the bed and buried himself between your legs he moaned the whole time and he was torturing you. 

His tongue working magic on your clit and his long fingers curling up inside you. It wasn’t long before your legs began to tremble and you gripped the sheets as all the sexual tension that had been building up finally released causing your back to arch off the bed. 

You shivered watching him lean back onto his heels and lick his fingers and palm with a soft moan. “You are delicious”

“I have made a mistake” you whispered quietly.

It was the big day you were both dressed immaculately and this was the moment of truth Adora and Pdogg watched from the sidelines beside the three judges. 

“Now the rules are simple the first to cum loses the winner gets a million dollars”

“It is kind of weird knowing the finale is just the two of us having sex until someone finishes but hey who am I to judge. I am one of the people doing it”

You both went to the bed, there were cameras everywhere including inside you, that was a fun appointment. Even though it was a tiny little silicone camera on a fine cord, they were able to move the camera around by a remote so it was always in the correct position you would admit it was nerve-racking to have it inside you. V looked at you sitting on the bed with a nervous grin and you both hugged whispering under your breath. 

“Are you as nervous as I am?” You whispered

“Yeah, I didn’t expect I would be having sex on late-night television”

“Yeah I agree” 

“Do you think that after this, we could watch a movie or get something to eat?”

“I would love too” you breathed

Everything began and you were underneath V and he was working hard and a timer went off every ten minutes to switch positions so that you each got different stimulation and such. 

You almost lost it while he fucked you from behind, you were clenching around him tightly trying to make him finish. He was grunting and growling. 

Your mind was spinning and you whispered to yourself don’t come hoping you could convince yourself to hang in a little longer. 

You switched positions sinking onto him and straddling his waist his hands held your hips and he bucked up into you. 

“Let’s give our two contestants their first hints,” Pdogg grinned, the two hosts taking envelopes. 

“V has an impregnation kink” Adora read the card aloud 

“Oh yeah, daddy? you want to fill me up, you placed his hands on your lower abdomen and pressed back on him so he could feel himself through your stomach. “You want me all nice and full, huh?”

He groaned loudly and you clenched around him biting your lip. “Baby has a sound kink her preference is deep voices but she enjoys moans growls and pants. She has sensitive ears.”

V sat up putting his mouth to your ear and began, talking to you making obscene sounds in your ears and he flipped you over after hearing the belly and grabbed your hips thrusting hard. 

His speed was dangerous for both of you,  “Come on” he growled and you felt everything crash over you, your body practically convulsing from the power that had built up. 

He came after you and it was warm. The footage from inside of you was very explicit watching him finish inside of you. You laughed, slapping his arm, you fought dirty.

“I gave up on trying to hold back if I didn’t give one hundred percent neither of us would finish. I had to get dangerously close in order to push her over the edge” He pumped his hands in the air. 

“But I did it!” He cheered. “I won!”

“And there you have it V is the winner of the sexiest game of the year Temptation.” Adora cheered.

“Think you have what it takes to go online to our page to see behind the scenes footage as well as applications for next years big game”

“V, tell us what you are planning to do with one million dollars”

“First of all I am going to split it with Baby, and maybe take her on a date”

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NSFW Alphabet: JJ Maybank

JJ Maybank x reader

Hi! This is my first fic/ head cannon ever so go easy on me..🥺

I take requests for JJ and John B so send them in if you have an ideas!

*gif not mine

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A: Aftercare

Aftercare with JJ can sometimes be better than the actual sex. When you’ve both called down from your highs he’ll clean himself and you up with a warm towel before getting back in bed to cuddle you. He’d give you kisses and trace small shapes on your back while you both talk about nothing and how much you love each other. You love these moments with JJ because usually he’s hyperactive and always moving but in those moments he’s calm and still.

B: Body part

So as far as the boobs vs ass thing goes JJ is an ass man hands down. He love grabbing your ass while your making out or grinding on him.

As for the rest of you, JJ loves your eyes. He loves looking into them when he makes you cum. JJ can barely remember the faces of his hookups from before you so he loves to look in your eyes and commits your facial expressions to memory.

C: Cum

JJ isn’t the type of guy to want to get cum all over you or the bed. That being said he loves coming inside of you, with a condom of course. It makes him feel so close to and loved by you.

D: Dirty secret

JJ absolutely loves it when you pull on his hair. Wether it’s during a make out session, when he’s going down on you or during the actual deed he loves it. Some times when you’re both hanging out with the Pogues you’ll running your fingers through his hair and lightly pull to get him worked up.

E: Experience

JJ is experienced as far as having had sex many times but he doesn’t really remember them. He knows what he likes but he didn’t know much about making a girl cum so he gained that experience by being with you.

F: Favorite position

Missionary is his favorite hands down. As said before JJ loves looking into your eyes when you cum and this is the perfect position to do so.

G: Goofy

Sex with JJ can go one of three ways: silly and goofy, passionate and loving, or horny and lustful. When he’s in a goofy mood he likes to tease you a lot and make inappropriate jokes in the middle of the deed. Sometimes JJ will start tickling you as things get heated and other times he’s just giggling through the whole thing until you both cum.

H: Hair

So as stated JJ loves with you pull his hair. As for his downstairs hair he keeps it nice and trimmed so when you give him a blow job it’s not unpleasant for you.

JJ also enjoys playing with and lightly pulling your hair during.

I: Intimacy

Sex is always intimate with you and JJ wether it’s hot and heavy, loving or goofy. He almost always laces his fingers with yours as you’re both about to come and is constantly kissing you throughout the whole act and telling you how much he loves you.

J: Jacking off

JJ would make this a nightly routine before he met you. He quickly started replacing that with having sex with you. He prefers you to his own hand any day.

K: Kink

It’s been established that JJ has a hair pulling kink but he also has a praise kink. JJ’s father never complimented the boy so hearing you praise him when he’s the most vulnerable is one of his favorite things.

L: location

Your favorite location is the abandoned house on the edge of the beach. You a JJ found it before you got together and made it your special place. The night you lost your virginity to JJ he put up a mattress with sheets and candles and the mattress has stayed there so whenever you want to you can just go there for a night with him. You love the old house but you always fight with JJ about whose turn it is to bring new sheets

M: Motivation

To be honest all you have to do is be within 5 feet of JJ and he’s ready to go.

N: No

Absolutely no spanking, hitting, restraints, choking or anything of the sort. His dad beats him so it’s safe to say he would never want to risk hurting you and he doesn’t want to be reminded of his dad whiles he’s with you. Being with you is a time where JJ can forget about his abusive father and just be content and happy.

O: Oral

JJ could go down on you for hours at a time. One time he went down on you so long you nearly passed out before the main act. He absolutely loves going down on because of the way he make you squirm and he can prove how well he knows your body. He also uses this as a way to to show you he loves you by making sure you come before the main act.

JJ is also a huge fan of receiving. Most nights JJ puts all the focus on you but sometimes you catch him off guard and show him that it can be all about him too.

P: Pace

Depends on the day. If he’s horny then you can bet it’s fast and hard. If he just feels like showing you how much he loves you it’s slow and deep. And then sometimes it can start one way and end another. It all depends but it’s all enjoyable.

Q: Quickie

Your not opposed to quickies but you both definitely prefer having the whole night for each other.

R: Risks

JJ spends a lot of nights at John B’s house so sometimes he’ll sneak you in. You’re always afraid that John B will here you but so far you haven’t caught. Or so you and JJ think.

S: Stamina

JJ has the stamina of Captain America. The boy is an animal and you sometimes struggle to keep up.

T: Toys

Neither of you are interested

U: Unfair

JJ likes to get you all hot and bothered only to drag to you to hang out with the gang so you can suffer in public and not be able to do anything about it. As annoying as this can be those nights are the best.

V: Volume

JJ usually makes small grunts and softly moans in your ear. You on the other hand frequently tell out his names and moan loudly. This makes those nights at John B’s more difficult.

W: Wild card

Sometimes JJ like to fuck you hard while you’re still wearing a bra so he can see them bounce in their lacey cups.

X: X-ray

Let’s talk a look under the board shorts. Your boy is definitely, surprisingly, above average.

Y: Yearning

You and JJ want each other 24/7. Sometimes your friends have kicked you out of hangouts so you and JJ can get it rather than annoying the group with the constant looks and obvious touches.

Z: ZZZ

You and JJ usually stay up for a little while after. You tend to fall asleep first after 20 minutes of JJ playing with you hair and tracing shapes on your back. JJ quickly follows.

[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTY SIX〛

Jungkook and Taehyung sat crammed on Taehyung's small bed, Jungkook's nimble fingers hesitantly tracing across Taehyung's forearm. There was a small silence, Taehyung looked up at the ceiling, eyes gleaming. Jungkook looked at him.

"Talk to me," Jungkook said, and Taehyung's breath hitched.

"I-I thought you told me not to. Ever again." Taehyung let out timidly, and Jungkook chuckled out in a weak way, pressing his fingertips down on his veins.

"I've never seen you break down like that. Never seen you cry." Jungkook said in a hushed tone, tense air in the room. He pressed his fingertips to Taehyung's arm once again, and Taehyung looked at Jungkook.

"That day. Um- be-before you came into my room. Before I- um-" Taehyung trailed.

"Before you hit me," Jungkook stated, calm, but tone stingy. Taehyung nodded.

"My father was there- you-you saw him. H-he- um- he hit me," Taehyung said, and noticed Jungkook's shoulders go down, worry filling his face. And god, the way Jungkook's eyes grew big, that worried look on his face he'd get whenever Taehyung got hurt or looked upset.

"Why?" Jungkook let out, scared. Taehyung looked at him. "He found out about us- somehow. So- so he came all the way down here to slap me across the face and tell me to never do anything with boys."

Jungkook gulped, looking down. Taehyung felt like crying again but stayed strong. He'd cried too much in too little time. He felt weak, fragile. Jungkook had to hold his hand firmly and take him to his room, sit him down and ensure he calms down. "So- so when you said your name, he knew it was you. And then-then he left but he was still looking up. And fuck- fuck- I g-got so fucking scared, K-Kook-"

"He saw me touch you." Jungkook murmured, faint. Taehyung nodded. "I panicked. And my f-first reaction was to do the only think I've seen my father do. Hit someone I care about."

Jungkook looked up at him. "What do you mean?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung's shoulders were bunched.

"My f-father used to hit my mother. My- my mom, she was 19 when she had me. My father was 40. My mom was poor, naive, too young. I-I wish she wasn't," Taehyung said, shaking his head, trying not to cry again. "But she was scared of him too."

Jungkook looked at how Taehyung's eyes began glistening with tears. "I kissed a boy once when I was 5. My dad saw and then hit my mom, told her not to raise my like that. She came to me later and told me I-" Taehyung took a deep breath, and Jungkook put his hand on his arm.

"It's fine. You don't have to continue, Tae." Jungkook said softly.

Taehyung shook his head, wishing to let it all out for once, to explain. "She told m-me that it was wrong, t-that I shouldn't kiss boys. I love her so much, Kookie, o-of course I cared deeply about what she said." Taehyung finally let the suppressed tears roll down again. "On hindsight, I-I know that she only said that to protect me. I'm absolutely certain she didn't mean it, not a bit of it. But a-after she-she died, I wanted to hold onto everything s-she ever told me. But I became what she would despise."

Taehyung took a deep breath. "Someone who hits people. Who bullies people. Who's mean. Who everyone's scared of. I'm like my father, Kook. I-" Taehyung started, and then looked at Jungkook, whose eyes were teary too. "I never should've hit you. I'm so so so fucking sorry- a-and you don't have to say it's okay, because I know it's not. I'm j-just a terrible p-person, and- and-"

Jungkook pressed his cheek to his shoulder. Taehyung felt himself ease at that, resting his head upon Jungkook's. Jungkook put his hand around Taehyung's arm. "It's not okay," Jungkook said softly, looking down. "I- um- I went to the nurse's office a-and held on until the nurse left. A-and then I cried for s-so fucking long, Tae-"

"I'm sorry." Taehyung shakily said, and Jungkook squeezed him. "It hurt. It hurt a shit ton coming from you. B-because I really like- liked you." Jungkook said, and Taehyung bit his lip, putting his hand gently on Jungkook's side.

"I know. I'm so fucking sorry." Taehyung said, and Jungkook closed his eyes. They were quiet for a few moments, sitting on the bed, hearing the sound of wind rustling against tall trees from outside.

"Punch me," Taehyung said, and Jungkook let out a little giggle.

"N-no- I'm not going to do that."

"Seriously. I think it'll help." Taehyung said, and Jungkook shook his head. "Punch me and then slap me and then kick me and then-"

Jungkook turned, pressing his face into the crook of Taehyung's neck. He forgot, for a second he did. It was so easy to just get lost in Taehyung's scent, his warmth, his touch. They were so touchy around each other, so close, so so close. It was hard to stay away.

"When you mentioned you had a slight pain kink, I didn't know you meant on you." Jungkook let out, and Taehyung giggled.

Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, both quite close. Taehyung felt in a trance by looking into his honey eyes, feeling the soft touch of his hand on his shirt. "W-why'd you help? Today, I mean? You were with your- your friends."

Jungkook was paused for a few seconds. "Honestly I-I don't know," Jungkook admitted, blinking wet lashes. "It was like an instinct. I was walking down with Sehun, and- and I saw from the corner of my eye that Jimin was talking to you, and- and then you just. You just broke." Jungkook said gently and felt Taehyung tense beneath his fingertips.

"I got scared. I left everything and ran to you. Didn't like seeing you cry like that." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung smiled.

"Thank you," Taehyung said. "So much. It's been a really shitty week. I mean, I get kicked off as captain. None of the guys want to interact me anymore. Someone keeps sending me shitty dm's on Instagram. You yelled at me. The coach tells me I won't get into my dream college. On top of that, today's the day my mom died. So-"

"Oh- T-Tae-" Jungkook let out, eyes big while looking at him, sitting up properly. "I'm so sorry. If- If I knew all that was happening, I-"

"Don't apologize, Kookie. You didn't know. You had all the right to get mad at me." Taehyung said, and then squeezed his hand. "I'd get scared if you didn't."

Jungkook sighed, looking at him. "Your mom sounds lovely."

"She was." Taehyung smiled. "She used to make these cookies with macadamia nuts and chocolate chips in them all the time. She got me into football, she loved the sport. And- and she would have loved you. I know she would have." Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook reached forward, touching his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook repeated, and Taehyung looked at him. "Don't be." Jungkook then crawled up, settling down beside Taehyung once more, almost draped over his lap- except, not, because that would be totally weird.

"Do you miss me sometimes?" Jungkook asked.

"All the fucking time. I remember when-when we were sharing this room. And I was playing video games, and you just sat on my lap and watched me play. And then fell asleep in my lap. I fucking- I miss you so much." Taehyung said, and Jungkook laughed sadly.

He moved up a bit, and then Taehyung put his hands around his waist and pulled him up, so Jungkook was sitting on his lap. "Tae-" Jungkook began, but Taehyung placed his head on Jungkook's shoulderblade, fiddling with the hem of his jersey.

"Do you miss me?" Taehyung asked after a pause. Jungkook looked down and then gulped.

"Tae I'm with someone else now." Jungkook reminded softly, and Taehyung ran a finger down Jungkook's thigh.

"I know. How is it going with Sehun?" Taehyung asked.

"Good. We talk a lot about art and- and other stuff. He likes biology as much as me. He's really nice, and I can tell he cares about me." Jungkook said, and then saw the look on Taehyung's face and rolled off his lap, sitting down by his side again.

"I'm not mad," Taehyung said, and Jungkook stifled a laugh, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"Yeah right."

Taehyung bit his lip. "I'm trying to change, Kook. I promise I am. I don't let my facade get the better of me anymore. I even apologized to Youngjae-"

"You what?! Holy shit, you are trying to change!" Jungkook gasped, and Taehyung laughed fondly.

There was a bit more of a silence, and Jungkook placed his head back on Taehyung's shoulder. Taehyung let him stay, and Jungkook began tracing the veins on Taehyung's arm once more. He should go. It's late already, and he's been here too long. Jungkook looked up- and saw Taehyung looking at him closely, their faces barely an inch apart.

Jungkook didn't say anything, just felt his breath hitch. Taehyung looked down into his eyes, looking softer than usual, glazed. He nudged Jungkook's nose with his own.

Jungkook shook his head gently. Taehyung nudged his nose again, and this time, he let it stay. Jungkook gripped onto the bedsheets. "T-Tae-" He squeaked out gently, in a faint voice, not sure if he even heard himself.

"Once?" Taehyung asked softly, and Jungkook looked up at him, feeling dazed just looking up into Taehyung's dark eyes like that. Jungkook knew how close they were, knew just once fraction of movement-

Taehyung kissed him delicately, lips barely pressed against Jungkook's, just tingling in his warmth. Jungkook looked up at him. Taehyung looked back at him, eyes sharing so much. Jungkook let his lips take flight for the smallest of seconds, but then pulled away, turning away and standing off his bed.

"Sorry." Taehyung let out gingerly. "Don't get mad at me. Please."

Jungkook turned around. "I'm not," Jungkook said, and then looked at him. "Don't kiss me like that."

"I know. I'm sorry." Taehyung repeated.

"I know I said I wouldn't leave," Jungkook said, voice coiled. Taehyung shook his head. "You've done more than enough, Kook. You can go if you want to."

Jungkook nodded. He reached for the door and then hesitated. "You know this-this doesn't mean anything, right? Don't get your hopes up, please." Jungkook said, voice airy. He wasn't trying to be mean, it was just a reminding tone.

"I know," Taehyung said, and Jungkook turned and saw him look. "Goodnight."

Jungkook walked out, closing the door behind him, heart racing. Jungkook instantly made a left turn and rushed ahead, walking way past- past his own dorms and away from Taehyung's. Jungkook finally reached the last door and knocked on the door.

I can't, Jungkook thought. Not again.

The door opened, and on the other side stood Sehun, sweatpants on low, shirtless. Jungkook walked inside. Sehun stepped back to let him in, looking a little agitated. "Are you here to talk about what happened earlier? Because I'm really confused, and Jimin won't give me a proper answer."

"Me and V used to be really good friends," Jungkook said. "He just needed someone there."

Sehun was paused. "He hit you, Kook."

"I know," Jungkook said. "We're not friends again, don't worry." Jungkook continued and then saw Sehun sigh, rubbing his arm.

"Why did you come here?"

Jungkook looked at Sehun, a glint in his eye. He stepped towards Sehun, and Sehun saw Jungkook's hands go on his biceps. "I want to have sex with you."

Sehun paused, eyes going wide, glazed. He licked his lips. "Now?"

Jungkook nodded. "Now. Please."

Sehun gulped. "Fuck. Um- okay. Yeah- yeah, okay." Sehun stammered, and then looked around his room. Jungkook saw Sehun taking a shirt off his bed and chuck it to the floor. Jungkook stripped out of his clothes quickly, and Sehun just looked, growing harder as Jungkook shred off the last piece of clothing.

"Get lube," Jungkook whined, and Sehun ran into the washroom. Jungkook saw him run back out, holding a bottle and a condom packet between his lips. Jungkook grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips.

"Are- are you gonna..." Sehun trailed, and Jungkook rubbed his ass over Sehun's crotch. "I'm bottoming," Jungkook said, and Sehun nodded, putting his hands on Jungkook's thighs.

"Have... have you done this before?" Sehun asked wearily, and Jungkook chuckled, picking up the lube from the side and drizzling it over his own fingers.

"Yeah, a few times," Jungkook said, and then slowly began fingering himself, pushing into his own tight heat. Sehun watched, sitting back, drooling practically at the sight.

"Why- why so sudden, Kook?" Sehun asked, leaning back on his elbows, looking up at the boy. Jungkook finger fucked himself with two fingers and then leaned forward so Sehun's back pressed the mattress.

"I've only ever had sex with one guy. I want to have it with another. Now." Jungkook whispered, and Sehun nodded.

"I'll be better," Sehun said, and Jungkook hummed.

Later, Jungkook was under Sehun, gripping onto the bedsheets as Sehun rammed into him. Jungkook grabbed his jaw, kissing his cheek. "H-harder-" Jungkook mouthed, mouth wet and messy.

Jungkook closed his eyes, tipping his head back, letting the utter euphoria of his prostate getting played with take him over. He let out stringed moans that sounded incoherent to himself, tightening his legs around Sehun's waist.

Sehun came, riding out his orgasm, fucking Jungkook into it. Jungkook came as well, moaning out, shuddering under the boy.

"Fuck," Jungkook let out, and Sehun pulled out of him, chucking the condom into the dustbin and lying down beside him. Jungkook breathed heavily. It felt different. The sex felt different.

Jungkook fell asleep there.

///

Maths class was the first thing Monday morning. Everyone was in class, chatting away before the teacher came in. Taehyung walked into the classroom, seeing Jungkook on Sehun's lap and choosing to ignore it. He heard a snicker from the side.

"Lousy play last game, V," Jaebum said.

"Must've been tired after fucking your mom," Taehyung responded, and Eka spluttered out a laugh, covering her mouth.

Jaebum scoffed. "Fuck you."

"Wouldn't wanna start family drama." Taehyung continued, and Jaebum grew angrier. Jimin started giggling.

Taehyung sat down in his place behind Jungkook. "Heard you started crying yesterday, V." Jaebum scoffed, and Taehyung took his book out of his bag, placing it on his table. "Someone's become a pussy every since they stopped being captain, huh?"

"Yeah 'cause I ate your mom's."

Jungkook started giggling, and Jaebum groaned and walked up to Taehyung. "For someone who gets so fucking defensive over mom jokes you sure make a lot of them."

Taehyung looked at him. Everyone in the classroom quietened, looking at Taehyung. Jungkook's eyes were big, worried. Taehyung slammed his book shut and then stood up, putting one hand in his pocket. He craned his neck back, bandana matching his dark eyes. He walked close to Jaebum and then smirked.

"Mad I fucked your mom and your girlfriend, Jae?" Taehyung asked.

Eka's jaw dropped, and Jimin put his hand over his mouth to not scream. Jungkook muffled his squeak of surprise into Sehun's hair, and Sehun just let out a snicker.

Jaebum grew red. "Fuck you. You know I cheated on her and that's why she fucked you." Jaebum muttered, and then turned around and walked away.

Taehyung smirked, and then looked around and saw everyone looking at him. "What're you fucks looking at?" Taehyung growled lowly, and everyone turned away.

"He's back," Jimin whispered to Jungkook, who was almost kind of happy to see Taehyung being more himself rather than look sad and upset.

Jungkook smiled at Taehyung, who gave Jungkook a quick smile and sat down on his desk, scribbling something on his sheet. Sehun saw Jungkook looking at Taehyung, and gulped. "Hey, Jungkook does your ass still hurt from last night?"

Some people around them looked at Jungkook, whose eyes widened and he blushed brightly. Jungkook looked at Sehun. "What the fuck? Shut up," Jungkook gritted his teeth, and Sehun smiled gently. "Sorry." He whispered, kissing Jungkook's cheek.

Taehyung looked up at that, and then gulped and looked back down. He shook his head, shaking off the upset that grew within him and instead continued finishing the math assignment. Jimin got up from his seat and walked up at Taehyung. "I'll help." Jimin smiled, and then sat down beside him.

Taehyung smiled, and Jimin leaned forward. "Are you alright from last night?"

"Better, thanks." Taehyung said, and Jimin smiled. "Good! Here, let me help you with this question. It's hard as fuck, took me ages to get." Jimin said, and began explaining it to him.

Jungkook leaned his head on Sehun's head, hearing him talk about some Chemistry award he won back in London. Jungkook sighed. "You sure win a lot of awards."

"Heck yeah." Sehun responded, and Jungkook rolled his eyes mirthfully and leaned on him to look at Taehyung, who was laughing at something Jimin said.

"Sure you sure take a lot of subjects. What do you wanna do after high school anyway?" Eka asked, sitting on the table. Sehun looked at her and hummed, wrapping his arms around Jungkook.

"Doctor. Or engineer. Or a lawyer." Sehun said, and Eka huffed. "Choose one, dude."

"I don't know! I love bio and chem, so I wanna be a doctor! But I'm so good at public speaking and essays and stuff, so I'd love to be a lawyer. But I'm amazing at maths and physics, so being a lawyer also works. But then- I love doing art so I wanna do something related to that too. Plus, I dance a lot, like professionally- so my mom wants me to pursue that further. But my dad wants me to do football because I'm really good at that. So-"

"Check out mister perfect over here," Taehyung taunted, and Sehun looked at him with wide eyes.

"Oh. Um- I didn't mean to show off or anything. Sorry. I got carried away." Sehun said, and Eka laughed.

Jungkook looked hesitant. Sehun let Jungkook get off his lap because the bell rang, so Jungkook sat down on his own seat. Jungkook watched as Sehun got carried away talking to Eka about how he also wants to get into his father's perfect business and become the CEO because he loves economics.

He's too perfect.

Jungkook looked back at Taehyung, and then hummed. "What do you wanna do after highschool, V?"

Taehyung looked up and saw them looking at him, so he shrugged. "Get a scholarship for football, join the Seoul team. Big dreams, probably won't happen. But I'll figure it out on the way." Taehyung said, and Jungkook smiled a little.

He wasn't perfect.

Jungkook suddenly got a piece of paper on his table. He opened the note and saw it read IF YOU FUCKING CATCH FEELINGS FOR BANDANA WEARING HEADASS AGAIN I'LL SLICE YOUR DICK OFF.

"Jimin, please." Jungkook said aloud, and Jimin sighed, huffing. Of course, he sent it. "I'm not. Sehun, look here!" Jungkook said, and Sehun looked at him. Jungkook blew a kiss. Sehun pretended to catch and then ate it. Jungkook giggled.

"Gross." Eka said, and then looked at Jimin. "What do you say, Jimin? Let's leave these losers and start a relationship of our own. Let's sleep together."

"No." Jimin said. "Makes sense." Eka hummed, and then turned back around to face ahead. Taehyung laughed.

"It's okay Jimin. There's a bunch of guys in this school who'd love-"

"I'm straight!" Jimin snapped, and then groaned, covering his eyes. "I hate you guys."

Eka laughed at Taehyung, who did as well. He liked it. Liked that they weren't being mean to him anymore. He felt like he deserved the slight bullying, it kind of made him realize how sucky it must've been for the kids he tormented for years.

After class was over, Jimin saw Jungkook rush to the art room, and then felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Jimin... can we talk?" Sehun said, and Jimin turned around, smiled. "Sure Sehun."

Sehun dragged him to the side. Tae, Jimin thought, and then saw Sehun look nervous. "Jungkook and I had sex."

"I know, he tells me everything." Jimin laughed, and then gulped when Sehun looked nervous. "Not- not everything. Like he didn't tell me about the size of dick or something weird like that." Jimin stammered because Jungkook did tell him about that.

"It's not that. It's- I don't know. Jungkook was weird during sex." Sehun mumbled.

"Weird?" Jimin asked, tilting his head. Sehun nodded.

"I thought- since you're so close to him I might ask you. Don't tell him I told you anything. But- when-when we were, you know, going at it." Sehun started, and then explained it better. "When I was deep inside him and hitting his prostate-"

"WAY too many details." Jimin said, and Sehun nodded.

"Sorry. But when I was, he started moaning and shit. Like one does. And- and he came, and-"

"Jesus man just skip to the thing." Jimin said quickly, and Sehun slapped himself and then continued.

"Right! Sorry. Yeah. Who's Taehyung?"

Jimin paused. He frowned. "What?"

"Who is that guy? Is it someone from this school?" Sehun asked, and Jimin hesitated.

"Sounds familiar. Why?" Jimin asked, because he knew who Taehyung was.

"Yeah. Um. He kind of moaned his name when he came." Sehun said, and Jimin froze.

Oh my fucking god. "Oh." Jimin settled with, and Sehun nodded, looking nervous.

"I thought he said my name weirdly. But then I realized he didn't. He said some other dude's. Taehyung? Who is he?? Because Jungkook was really into it, too. Didn't even realise he moaned the dude's name." Sehun mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I honestly don't know. I'll talk to him about it." Jimin said, and Sehun nodded.

"Thanks, Jimin. You're a good guy. I'll see you later!" Sehun said, ruffling Jimin's hair and walking away. Jimin took a deep breath.

He's going to have to slice Jungkook's dick off.

https://jeontaeh.tumblr.com/post/647264847560654848/thirty-seven

[avenging-fandoms]

Taron Egerton A-Z

*im sure these have already been requested loads but can i get a dating taron headcanon and a nsfw a-z for him as well. *Please please pleaseeeeee write NSFW a-z about Taron or Eggsy 😍😍😍😍😍 *Could I please request a Taron Egerton nsfw alphabet? *Taron nsfw alphabet please?

*a/n: WOW haven’t done one of these in a while. i love

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

taron is so soft after sex, caring for you and getting you whatever you need. he’d always clean you up, dressing you and kissing you in the spots where little bruises started to appear due to his fingers holding you too hard. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on you are your hips. he loves holding them as he pounds into you, watching them grind as you ride his thighs, watching them move as you dance against him, he loves kissing and biting them to make you squirm. 

his favorite body part on himself is his thighs. it’s your favorite body part of his too. you love watching his thighs shaking as you deep throat him, watching his thighs shake as he cums, he loves watching you ride his thigh. he loves when you kiss and bite his thighs, that gets him going. fUCK

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

taron loves cumming on your stomach and his thighs, having you lick it off his thighs, and him tracing patterns with his cum on your stomach. he just thinks it’s fucking sexy

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he secretly loves being a sub. he loves being tied up, being gagged, blindfolded, loved being teased. he loves orgasm denial as well. maybe pegging too, but you guys have to ease into that. he loves having you put a vibrator on him and taking control of the settings and denying him orgasms

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s experienced, but he could use some work. everyone could. taron definitely knows how to make you squirm, scream and cum

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

his favorite position is missionary, just because he loves holding your hips and pounding into you, rubbing thumbs into your hips and bruising your hips. he also loves when you ride him, looking up at you with hooded eyes and biting his lip and you bounce on him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

taron definitely giggles at some moments, like when you guys are having sex in his trailer and his costumes are in the way, or he wears the glasses or puts them on you. at home, he’s so serious. he listens to what you say, and orders you around so seriously

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he definitely does have hair, but i don’t think it’s excessive. his hair is the same color as the hair on his head

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

like i said, he’s goofy in public, but serious in private. when he comes home super late, he feels awful. so the next night he plans a romantic evening, and makes love to you on your bed with roses and candles and music playing, making the whole night about you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

“yn, i miss you so much” he pouts into the phone and you laugh, taron smiling at the sound. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?” you blush, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and getting up, taron’s eyebrows shooting up and his cock twitching. “baby, what’re you wearing?”

“what, this old thing?” taron bites his lip as you spin around, grinding your hips and staring at him. taron slides his hand into his shorts, wrapping his hand around his cock and jacking himself off. he sets the phone on the nightstand, watching as you slowly peel off the lingerie. “aw sweetheart, how bad do you need me?”

“so fucking bad, baby. i need your sweet pussy around me, i want you bouncing on my cock. fucking hell i need you so bad” you sit and spread your legs, playing with yourself. 

“oh taron, fuck”

“yeah, say my name, whose cock are you thinking of, hm?” he moans and you fall back, your fingers moving faster. “are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“yes, taron, oh my god” your thighs shake and hips buck as you get close to your orgasm. 

“come on, baby, cum for me” the two of you cum at the same time, the both of you moaning loudly. taron pants and gulps as he catches his breath, flopping his hand on the bed. “god, i miss you, yn”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

bdsm!! he loves being a sub, being tied, gagged, etc. like i said before. he love public activities. punishment, pleasure, he gets so horny at the thought of it

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

in his trailer, in the bedroom, in public

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

gripping his thighs. whispering in ears what you’d like to do to him, and what you’d like him to do to you. he loves neck kisses. the soft, slow wet ones. slow kisses while holding his biceps always leave him hungry for more

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

watersport! big no no with taron

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

taron likes both. he loves seeing you shake underneath him, but he also loves putting his thighs around your head and fucking your face as he takes control and loves when you choke and grip his thighs

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

so it depends on the occasion, but it’s usually fast. he loves watching your tits bounce, watching your face as he fucks you so good

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he definitely likes quickies, it’s what you two do before he goes to film. you two love risking getting caught and having to be quiet. biting on your shoulder and staring into your eyes and trying so hard not to be loud as he cums, because that boy is VOCAL

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he loves experimenting, but won’t anything again if neither you or him don’t like it. he does take risk, taron’s a bit of a rebel when it comes to sex

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

the first round, he lasts a good 15-20 minutes. the next round, 30-40. on a good day, he could go for 3 rounds

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

oF COURSE HE DOES he loves using them on both him and you. he loves when the two of you both are wearing vibrators in your underwear and torturing each other at home and in public

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh taron teases to no end. he loves rubbing your thighs up and down, getting closer and closer to your pussy, making you squirm, but taron just stops and smirks, kissing your jaw softly as he softly rubs you outside of your underwear, sliding his middle finger up and down, moving your underwear to the side and sliding the tip of his finger up and down your folds

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

oh taron is sOO vocal. he loves moaning, yelling profanities and whimpering

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

taron slowly eased himself into pegging, but after you two did it, he loved it and never wanted it to stop

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

taron is so fucking thick with a few prominent veins, and about 5 1/2 - 6 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

it’s alright, he usually lasts 2 rounds with a 15-30 minute sex time

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’ll only fall asleep really fast if you’re next to him. he waits for you and watches what you’re doing, making grabby hands towards you. he pulls you close and kisses you softly, whispering how much he loves you and how amazing you are

[hobiwonder]

Fifty Shades of Jimin | (m)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Smut, some plot if you squint??. Noona!reader. Sub!Jimin

Warnings: Dry sex, dry humping. Dirty talk. Just some good old foreplay. Noona kink. 

Words: 6.5k

Summary: Remember when jimin once said he couldn't rec the books he read because they were a little... yeah. 

A/N: this is also from my old blog but i deleted it from there too bc i hated it jkbdeifuwbfl. one of the first smuts I ever wrote and im so sorry for posting so much jimin lately lmao. but like he’s so easy for me to write. I edited this a little bit to make it less horrendous since I wrote it over a year and half ago oops. hope you guys enjoy. feedback appreciated my loves.

Today you decided to finally go to the dorms to teach English to V, Jimin and Jungkook as you had all planned. But seeing as the boys were always so busy, your plans kept getting interrupted and they had to leave for their Promo in Japan for their Japanese album and MV of Blood, Sweat and Tears. You saw them at least once a month in the past 6 or so months since your aunt was the senior stylist for BigHit and you liked to tag along to her work. Nonetheless, you and the younger ones, despite you being 2 years older than Jimin, had still decided to spend some time together outside of work related events to have a fun session of English. You had become quite close with the BigHit family over these months and you loved seeing the boys. It all started when your aunt decided to take you to work with her to the dress rehearsals for MAMA in 2016.

You having just returned from overseas after completing your degree, knew minimal details about the entertainment and idol culture in Korea. Having grown up surrounded by Kanye West and Britany Spears, you always thought that the Korean pop scene was way too manufactured and lacked authenticity. You didn’t quite understand how hard could it be being an idol. You just had to look good, sound moderately respectable and dye your hair every other month, right? Didn’t sound too challenging, given that you have those idol looks. It always seemed to come down to looks it seemed. Thus, you never paid much attention to your Aunt’s job or recognized your mother’s efforts to send you back to Korea to maybe tie the knot with a rich idol – Typical mother wanting to set you up for life.

However, when you did decide to finally go abroad and take a break from your normal life, your aunt had convinced you somehow to make a trip to Korea. After being in the country for just 2 weeks, you had quickly found out how busy she was with continuous shopping trips to plan outfits for the idol group she worked with, in advance. It was then that you had found out that she worked for BigHit and was a senior stylist and makeup artist for the famous boy group, BTS. You had heard a fair bit about them from your Korean friends and even some American friends who raved about their looks and voices, but mostly looks, which further pulled you away from having any genuine interest. Though, being too focused on your studies and just the normal party scene, you didn’t deem it too important to pay attention or inquire from your aunt if she knew, let alone worked for the famous boys that everyone seemed to swoon over. After not being able to spend a decent day together even when living with her for a good 2 weeks, it was then that your aunt decided to take you to work with her so you can meet the famous Bulletproof boys that your aunt also seemed to fangirl over.

When you had arrived at the BigHit building, you were instantly met by curious, yet warm stares. No doubt wondering who the foreigner was. Your aunt was quick to introduce you to everyone and soon enough, everyone on the team had welcomed you with open arms, taking extra care of you as a guest of your aunt. Every room had been bustling with people running around, calling out each other’s names to make sure each one had done their part and were ready for fittings. The boys had arrived shortly after, greeting everyone with bows and smiles. The first thing that you noticed was how beautiful they all were. Of course, you were expecting them to be quite eye catching but never did you think they would be this handsome. The first one to notice a new face was V, whose real name you later learned to be Taehyung. He had come up to you and smiled his charismatic boxy smile and waved while greeting you in Korean, which you returned. His smile was seriously contagious. After that, you greeted the rest of the boys, each one of them making your jaw almost drop at how their skin glowed. Though, you had only greeted 6 boys. You had been told there were 7 members? You shrugged and chatted with the ones that were present. You could mostly understand Korean and speak some passable Korean but you still preferred to reply to your aunt in English, being the most comfortable with it. So when you had begun chatting with them, it was no problem connecting with them all as you could understand them and they could understand your English fairly well,  helping you when you did reply in Korean.

Every once in a while, you would forget to pay attention to what they were saying, getting distracted by their sharp features and handsome faces. It was then when your aunt called for you from the room adjacent to where you all sat, you excused yourself and went to see what she was after, finally, meeting the last member known as Jimin. You remember being completely entranced by a head of cool blonde hair, a face chiselled to perfection and lips plumper than yours and as red as strawberries. Your first thought had been about how they would taste and the thought had been interrupted when the boy that all those features belong to had noticed you standing in the doorway and smiled hesitantly, not being completely sure about how to react seeing an unfamiliar face. Your aunt in turn also noticed the stiffness in the boy’s body as she was tightening the collar of his shirt and looked up to ask you to fetch a piece of garment for her. You mutely followed her instructions. when you finally came back to face the boy again, your aunt, at last, decided to introduce you two. Jimin had smiled in understanding that you were there with your aunt and had given you a cute smile that reached his eyes, almost completely closing them. when you smiled back and extended your hand to shake his, he had shyly looked at it and shook yours while the mysterious little smile still played on his lips. Once again, you were entranced by his good looks and immediately face palmed internally at your earlier first thought of making out with him when he was shy as fuck with just even shaking your hand. After Jimin’s fitting had finished, he had joined the rest of the group. One by one, all of them had their fittings done while you hung out with them, surprisingly having the best time, and enjoying their company more than you expected to.

You had a completely different scenario in mind. You had imagined them to be stuck up, being too busy with keeping up their idol image even behind the scenes and barely engaging with the team. All of them had proven you wrong, talking to almost everyone at the company, being cooperative and even welcoming you, a practical stranger and making you feel at ease. All of them were insanely handsome, down to earth and funny as hell. Throughout the day you found yourself doubling over with laughter multiple times watching the boys interact with each other. Especially the eldest, Jin, had been the biggest player in providing the laughs while the others had teased him and each other about various things. However, you noticed that even the youngest, Jungkook had warmed up to you despite having the reputation of being ‘scared’ of girls and seemed quite comfortable around you. Perhaps maybe it was because you were older than him. No matter, Jimin, the boy with lips made to sin, was still shy, never directly meeting your gaze or making direct conversation. Always settling with just chiming in when other members talked to you first. Whatever it was, you found it insanely cute that he was this shy even though you should be the one who gets flustered in this scenario seeing how his beauty surpassed yours by a million. It also made you feel quite guilty when your thoughts turned x-rated every once in a while when you caught his shy gaze. He looked too cute and innocuous for his own good. Too pure.

That was, however, to be expected. Having grown up in overseas, there was no such thing as shame and you weren’t exactly the virgin Mary either. The culture in Korea was entirely different and you were certain that Jimin, and the rest of the boys, were not raised in an environment as sexually open and liberated as yours. In fact, you were certain that Jimin was inexperienced, if not a virgin. Keeping that fact in mind, you noticed that you chastised yourself quite often over the coming months.

It was like you couldn’t keep it in your pants. You noticed that all the boys acted cuter than sexy and that seemed to be the case for pretty much any idol. Sure, there were sexy ‘concepts’ but that is pretty much all. The Korean audience always preferred cuteness over sexiness. A lot of it also having to do with how too much sexiness being disapproved and looked down upon by the older generation and you could respect that. However, it was hard not to let your mind wander to the gutter when you saw them perform for the first time. It had taken your breath away to see a completely different side of the boys come out when they were on stage. Once again, you were charmed. Perhaps, the biggest change in aura was a tie between Hoseok and Jimin. Both having a bright, bubbly and sweet personality off stage and being the complete opposite on stage with their sharp moves, fearless expressions and languid body movements. J-Hope appeared to be more fearless with sharp movements whereas Jimin’s dancing had you spellbound and wondering how a human body can move so effortlessly and gracefully, exuding a cool sexiness while simultaneously maintaining his undeniable innocent character that he portrayed to his audience.

These weeks turned into months of keeping in contact with them all through your aunt’s job and you got closer. Your friendship with the hyung line had developed more so than with the younger ones. This was mostly due to your personality being more on the serious side. Though that’s not to say that you didn’t immensely enjoy Jin’s ridiculous dad jokes and even encouraged him on more than one occasion. Talking to Namjoon in English also had a big part in it and seeing as Hoseok’s English was good enough to converse with him as well as Yoongi so you tended to gravitate towards the elders more than the young ones. But this didn’t stop the shouts of ‘Noona’ from the younger boys whenever they wanted to show you something they found to be cool or when Jungkook was simply being the little brat he was. Before you knew it, Producer Bang had asked you to teach the boys some basic conversing English, given that you had graduated college, so the pressure is somewhat lifted from Namjoon’s shoulders. You had happily agreed to it as an informal arrangement because you had started a fulltime Job.

And finally, here you were, finally at the dorms. You furrowed your eyebrows at the unusual silence in the house.

“Jungkook?” You call out, taking off your shoes and placing them on the shoe rack. After hearing silence, you figured that since you were still in the hallway, they just didn’t hear you. Walking further in to the living room, inspecting your surroundings, which had no signs of any of the boys being home as the TV was off and the game console that is usually always on standby, was also off. Sighing, you knew that the older boys were going to be out but having a suspicion that the younger ones weren’t home either.

“Taehyung? Are you guys in your rooms?” You call out as you walk towards the kitchen and to their bedrooms, knocking. After no response, you open the door and as predicted, there was no one in sight.

“Should have known.” you click your tongue, pursing your lips in annoyance because this wasn’t the first time they had done this. Suddenly, you hear a noise coming from further away. Your head snaps up, looking towards the direction of the noise.

So someone was home. Walking out of the room slowly and silently, hoping to figure out what and where it was coming from, soon enough, you hear it again. However, it was noticeably a moan, though you couldn’t figure out whether the person was in pain or not. You notice the noise coming from Jimin’s room and your heart starts racing thinking someone had broken in but that was impossible – they had 24hr security so you calm yourself down.

Walking forward towards the room, your anger returns, waiting to be taken out on whichever one of the boys was in the room. You drove 20 minutes just for these brats to not even be at home? Just as you were about to knock on the door, the undeniable sound of a moan stops you in your tracks. And not just anyone’s; Jimin’s moan? The one that seemed to be the cutest, shyest of the bunch according to you. The sound was utterly scandalous and shocking while your mouth going a bit dry, thinking about what was happening.

It was pretty clear now, at what was going on behind the door. This house was always full of boys. You couldn’t exactly blame them if one of them decided to take advantage of the privacy. You contemplate if you should just leave, or confront Jimin about the plans you guys had made. Give him a peace of your mind and ask him why didn’t he stop the other boys from making other plans when they knew you were coming over.

You being the hothead you were, decide to go with the later. Knocking on the door twice, calling his name more clearly now. “Jimin? Can I come in?”

You hear shuffling on the other end and a stuttered response from Jimin telling you to wait a minute. When he finally opens the door, you are met with a swollen lipped and sweat flushed Jimin. His pupils are visibly dilated; his hair is a mess as if he had run his hands through it a thousand times. You couldn’t think of a sexier picture. BUT, you wanted to stay focused on tearing the brat a new one for having the nerve to jerk off and blowing off your plans like it’s nothing. You especially made time for this.

“Noona? W-What’re you doing here?” He asks looking at you, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

“What am I doing here? You seriously don’t remember? We were supposed to have a lesson today?” You say as you push past him and into the room, exasperated.

Jimin follows you in, with a confused look as the wheels turned in his head. After a few seconds of his looking at you puzzled while you deadpan him, it seems to click.

“Oh shit.” He face palmed himself, looking at you sheepishly. “Please believe me noona, it really did slip my mind.”

“Don’t ‘oh shit’ me you dingus. I had reminded you two days ago and even texted you this morning.” You glare harshly at him, plopping down on his bed and folding your arms under your chest.

Jimin avoids your gaze as he looks down with an embarrassed smile, scratching the back of his neck. The action lifts his shirt up, giving you a peak at his solid V line, dragging your mind back to hell. Jimin had started saying something, though you could barely remember what as you take in his attire. He looked soft, pink and ready for bed and his sweatpants were extremely distracting. When you reach his face, you are met with reluctant eyes that had obviously caught you checking him out. The blush on his face said so clearly.

You sigh for the second time in less than 10 minutes, leaning back on your arms and looking around his room which was somewhat messy.

“You know that I don’t live close by and had to make time for our lesson. Yet you let those two brats go and are having the time of your life here by yourself.” It was a statement and Jimin listened on obediently with his hands in front of him, eyes respectfully drawn downwards.

“Well… i-if it makes you feel any better, I’ve been reading English books?” He says hopefully.

“Yeah? What books?” He goes to look in his bedside drawer and pulls out several English books and sits beside you, ready to be a dutiful student. Though that’s not what makes your blood run hot and saliva starting to pool in your mouth. Definitely not it. It’s definitely not the way his sweatpants hint at what’s underneath, due to him sitting with his legs spread, either. Though it definitely makes you want to fuck him even more.

“Noona?” you noticed that you had completely stilled and not heard, for the second time, what Jimin had been previously saying. Instead, your eyes are firmly locked on the copy of Fifty Shades of Grey beside the pillow. You were guessing he had tried to hide it, though it clearly didn’t work out. You don’t know what had possessed you to do the things you were about to do, but clearly, the lust for this damn boy had finally won. Picking up the book and bringing it in Jimin’s line of sight as well you look him straight in the eyes. Completely composed except the rising heat in your body. He on the other hand, looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Is this your idea of ‘studying’ English, Jiminie?” You quirk up your brow. Beside you, Jimin had gone completely still, breathing hard, trying to look anywhere but at you.

“I-I can explain n-noona.”

“Oh? You can?” you asked in a voice dripping with honey. Sometime between this exchange, you have leaned closer to him, almost feeling his breath on your face. Jimin visibly gulps, desperately trying to think of something to say. Tsking in his face at the lack of his response. Who knew Jimin was into getting off to erotic books?

“I never imagined you to be the one to read dirty books, sweet Jiminie. I guess you have been fooling everyone all this time huh?” your face was even closer to his now. His was beet red, breathing quite firm now while his eyes constantly shifting from your lips to your eyes. Impulsively, you lick your lips at the sight of his plush ones that were currently shiny and swollen.

“I thought you were about to explain yourself? Use your words brat.” You say loudly this time causing Jimin to gasp and back away slightly in alarm.

“I-It has a n-nice storyline?” He says more like a question than his own opinion. Scoffing at his reply, knowing that he was clearly trying to save face you shake your head tauntingly at him. Having way too much fun with his flushed face and furrowed brows that made it look like he was genuinely scared of you.

“Please, honey, we both know that it has little to no storyline. Are you lying to me Jimin?”

“N-No?”

“First I find out that you forgot about your English lesson and now you are trying to make a fool of me?” You almost spit out the words. You are definitely being overdramatic. But the reaction that you are getting from him is worth it. Plus, he did piss you off anyway. This was incredibly hot to you. The fact that Jimin read this filthy book, a BDSM book at that, and got off to it, turned you on to no end.

“No n-noona, that’s n-not-”

“Then tell me the real reason you were reading this.” Jimin looks extremely conflicted, deciding between keeping his pride or letting go in this extremely heated scenario but when you look him dead in the eyes as you nearly spit the words out, he finally speaks

“I don’t have all day Jimin, don’t waste my time more than you already have.”

Then, you heard the faintest whisper – breathless and shameful. You weren’t even sure if you actually heard it at all.

“It’s hot..”

“What was that babe? You read it because you it makes you hot?”

Jimin bit his plump bottom lip, looking up before meeting your gaze and nodding his head. That was all the confirmation you needed to go ahead with this. Believe it or not, you actually were thinking about just leaving, not taking this any further because you were sure no one was going to praise you for bedding an idol who was 2 years your Junior – in Korea at least. It wasn’t much of a difference really. But in the society you lived, it definitely would be as opposed to where you came from.

“Oh Jiminie… you like reading porn? Hm? You liked reading about some rich guy fucking a girl for his pleasure, doing all sorts of dirty things to her? Hm?” You egg him on and he doesn’t move his eyes away from you.

Jimin’s breathing is getting more and more laboured by the passing second. You move your hands from your lap to place it on his thigh. Dragging your fingers slowly up and down as Jimin’s eye follow their movements. Then he nods once again.

“Use your words Jiminie.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Were you touching yourself when I knocked?” You whisper tantalisingly, dragging your hands up to his face hoping he’d let loose a bit, and indulge your filthy desires to have him come undone. He was warm beneath your touch, unusually so.

“W-What if I say yes?” You chuckle lowly against his face at his shaky response. Your forehead was now resting against his as your hand was on his right cheek, keeping him to you firmly.

“Then I guess you’re a dirty little boy Jimin, touching yourself over a dirty book.” You tsked once again. “Tell me, did you imagine it was you getting your cock sucked in the book, instead of the male character?” Jimin lookw completely lost in your words, almost in a trance as he stares in your eyes.

“Yes.” This was the first time he had replied without stuttering. You take that as a good sign – continuing. Though, you are slowly losing control yourself too. He just looked so hot sitting there, completely compelled by you with his eyes now closed, answering you like his life depended on it, skin shining with perspiration and smelling like orange blossom. You close your eyes, willing yourself to be stronger for a bit more, tease him a bit more. You sigh again, for the third time, however this time, due to the heavy desire clouding your brain.

“Did you imagine someone doing it to you? Taking your cock in their mouth?”

“Y-Yes.” Your breath hitched. You had some idea, or maybe it was your wishful thinking, that he thought about you. You had caught him more than once - multiple occasions – staring at you then looking away bashfully.

“Who… who did you think of?” At this question his eyes shoot open, looking into yours as if to decide whether it would be appropriate for him to answer. You laugh inside, knowing that all the barriers of pertinence have been surpassed.

“Y-you…noona.” He whimpers. Actually whimpers aloud and you almost groan out loud at his answer. In a flash you have pushed Jimin back on the bed and straddled his hips, leaning down until your hair fell to the side and face was a mere inch away from his. Both of your breaths were shallow. Jimin looked a bit surprised from being still all this while and then your sudden outburst. Though you definitely preferred this position as it allowed you to feel every ridge of Jimin’s perfectly sculpted body. Your core aligning with his perfectly.

“You’re so bad Jiminie… thinking about noona like that.” You shake your head slowly in mock admonishment, looking into his eyes that were still enlarged with surprise. It seemed like Jimin didn’t know where to put his hands, on the bed or your hips. Even in your compromising position, still, he hesitated.

“I’m sorry noona I-I-” He sounded almost ashamed. To ease his discomfort, you decide to fess up yourself as well.

“It’s okay baby, noona has been thinking naughty things about you too. How can I not, when you look like this.” You bit your lip looking down between your bodies, noticing how hard he was underneath you. Pressing angrily against your clit. This was the great pro of Jimin not being insanely tall, being able to press him directly against your core while still being able to reach his lips. Speaking of his lips, you decided to kiss them. You finally leaned down, brushing yours against his plump ones.

“Jiminie, noona is going to kiss you now, would you like that?” Jimin’s eyes have closed instinctively, anticipating the kiss, nodding his head. And then you pressed down on him lightly, prompting him to be vocal.

“Y-Yes please, kiss me.”

This was all you needed as you crashed your lips against his, moaning as your lips met and tasted his for the first time. It didn’t take long until you felt the first swipe of his tongue against your lips and you both opened your mouths, slipping your tongues and tasting each other deeper. Jimin tasted of strawberry lollipops that he always was sucking on and it made your head spin. His hands were now on your waist, careful to keep them away from your hips until you took his hands pushed them further down. You felt like you were drowning in him as his kisses were getting out of control. Your efforts to keep the kiss slow and sensual were being interrupted by Jimin’s needy ones as he kept leaning up, giving you short but deep kisses as if he would die without them. It was almost getting hard to breath so you broke away to take in a much needed gulp of air. Jimin leaned up, chasing your lips with his eyes still closed. Instead, he settled for your neck, digging his face in, just resting there while he sucked the skin gently.

“Jimin, honey, s-slow down.” You gasped as he grazed his teeth against the skin in his mouth. Irrefutable pleasure was coursing through your body and you had barely done anything with Jimin except kiss. Jimin was truly like a drug. He was fucking addicting. You already knew that this won’t be the last time you touch him like this. And by the looks of it, seems like Jimin won’t either. He was now whimpering, making whiney sounds trying to get you to kiss him again.

“N-noona, please.”

“Please what baby?” You grasped his hair, pulling him back from your neck to look into his glistening eyes.

“Do something.” He moaned out, pushing up into your hips, making you gasp and push down. You grabbed his hands and pinned his arms above his head with a tough tug.

“Don’t tell me what to do brat and do not move until I tell you to. Understood?”

When Jimin nodded his head you grasped his cheeks with your hand, making his plush lips stand out even more in a pout.

“I said, do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand. But please, d-do something. I-It hurts.” At the sound of a helpless Jimin, your resolve was weakening and you softened your tone.

“Hurts where baby? Tell me, let noona fix it.” You ask sweetly. Jimin rolls his head to the side with a bite of his lips.

“Y-You know where, please.”

“I’m afraid I don’t Jiminie. Tell me. Come on, you can do it.” You coo gently, free hand caressing his cheeks.

Jimin closed his eyes burying his face in your neck and whispering his answer softly.

“M-My dick.”

“What baby?” You ask again with a pitiless smirk on your face, wanting him to be senseless; almost. And god bless, it was worth it considering Jimin was now a moaning, whimpering and whiney mess.

“Fuck, my cock Y/N. It hurts. Please touch m-my cock.”

With a low chuckle, you fastened your hands back up, pinning his to the bed as you started to move your hips back and forth on the hardened length underneath, slowly. As soon as you started, Jimin had lost control over his vocal cords it seemed. You never suspected that calm and collected Jimin, the bashful cute boy, to be this vocal and messy in bed.

“Ah. Yes! yes yes yes noona. Fuck me. Rub your pussy on me Y/N, fuck yes.” His words were burning you alive. Your pace was increasing with each chant from his mouth and slightly due to Jimin’s constant squirming, trying to stay still and obeying your command. To be honest, you didn’t care at this point. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to build. All that build up from before had you coming nearly to your end. Not to forget that Jimin turned out to be a dirty talker anda moaner. Fuck, he was a moaner. His sounds alone were making you come undone.

“Noona.” Jimin whined in his incredibly sexy, raspy voice.

“Yeah baby?”

“M-More, please, I’m so close.”

You let go of his arms, reaching down to pull his shirt up and over his head, coming in contact with his hard pectoral and abdominal muscles. Jimin had taken this opportunity to push his hips up into you, making you half gasp and moan at the hard length pushing against your clit so deliciously – just right. You brace yourself placing your hands on his chest, breathing hard.

“Jimin, baby, h-hold on a minute. Let’s take these off.” You say as you begin pulling his sweats off him, leaning back to take them off completely. Jimin gladly helped as he looked about ready to burst. You were definitely not prepared for what you saw. Hard, thick and girthy length. He was bigger than you had imagined. Almost disproportionate for his frame. Almost. Jimin’s confidence had seemed to be boosted when compared to about an hour ago when he was a stuttering, blushing mess of a boy. You took a moment to admire him. He looked like a fucking Greek god with his chiselled, golden body, hair a mess, lips swollen, cock hard and ready. And as you were about to get back in to position, you feel his hands tugging at your pants.

“T-take these off noona. Please.” He looked in your eyes hopefully. You bit your lip and placed your hands by your side, silently directing Jimin to do the honours. His face bloomed with a beautiful pink flush as he pulled the zipper down on your jeans, tugging them down. You lifted your hips for him to pull them down further and off your legs. He was staring in amazement at your panty clad hips, your long legs – almost mesmerized. Taking your previous position again, you lean down to get closer to his face once again while you start the grind of your clit on his cock. You abandoned all hope of being slow and sensual as feral need had took over you because it was hard to stay sane and consistent when Jimin was looking at you like you owned his world. Your core being ultra-sensitive, making every brush of his hard length a hundred times more lethal. Not to forget that his length was not confined beneath the constricting material of his sweatpants anymore. You almost cum when you hear a high pitched whimper from Jimin. Speaking of coming.

“Jiminie, did you come before?” You ask, referring to him touching himself earlier. Jimin, being the groaning mess he was, took a few seconds to reply.

“N-No – mm- but I was about to- Ah!” You pinned his hands above his head again, pouting at him mockingly.

“Aw, poor baby. It’s okay honey, noona will make you cum.” He whimpers at your words, thrusting up harshly, battering your clit at this point.

“Noona, f-faster, please, make me cum noona. Please please please” Fucking hell. Jimin was straight up begging you. You knew Jimin might be submissive, but never thissubmissive. It was such a contrast to how he controlled thousands of screaming girls with a flash of his abs. And here he was, a moaning, sweaty mess. Spouting such filthy words.

Your movements had slowed down a bit as your body was getting exhausted. You were about to come even just from this. But this boy’s stamina was obviously higher than yours. Jimin noticing your fatigued body took action. Boy did he take action. In an instant, Jimin had you flipped over, pull you underneath his body, lining his cock with your covered pussy, where a substantial wet spot was embarrassingly visible. You looked at him with disbelief

“I can’t take it anymore, p-please let me?” Jimin asked with a sinful roll of his cock against your pussy. The contact was so close now that you could feel your lower lips parting, nestling his cock between them. You shakily nodded, wrapping your legs around his hips in response because watching his sweaty sculpted body work on top of you – on your pussy – was the biggest turn on of your life. He was lithe but muscled and every roll and every glide had you losing your mind.

“Go ahead Jiminie… U-Use noona’s pussy to make yourself cum.” Jimin whimpered at your words he wasted no time in following your orders, picking up his pace and fucking you into his bed. The bed had started to creak with the force of his thrusts. Each time he dragged his hips, his cock slid against your pussy lips and up to your clit, creating the best friction. All of these sensations happened so fast as Jimin was almost moving too fast for you. Scratch that, he was moving too fast for you.

“J-Jimin, ah! B-baby, slow down. Oh fuck.” His pace was relentless. Grinding his hips in your cunt as fast as he could, moaning like he was almost in pain. It was obvious he was chasing his release and lucky for him, you were right about ready to burst. You could sense it as your legs tried to close despite having Jimin’s slender body in-between them. You could see his abs clench with the force of his thrusts and couldn’t believe that the ever so prim and proper Park Jimin was on top of you, thrusting his cock against your pussy, pursuing his pleasure like nothing else mattered. If someone had told you a week ago that you would be in your position, dry humping the shit out of each other, you probably would’ve slapped them. Though this wasn’t so much dry anymore. Your panties were a sticky mess from your own arousal as well as Jimin’s pre-cum being all over them, creating the most iniquitous sounds as sweat dripped from his forehead. The knot was so tight in your stomach that you almost couldn’t bear it.

“Fuck, fuck baby, I’m coming! Jimin-ah!”

“Fuck yes Y/N c-cum for me.” Jimin’s pace helped you tip over the edge in a euphoric bliss. Your vision had turned white for a few seconds with the force of your orgasm coursing through you as Jimin continued to thrust his cock against you. It felt like you came for a life time. Your pussy had become extremely sensitive from your orgasm and you weren’t sure how much more of Jimin’s grinding you could take. Placing little suckles and opened kisses on his vascular neck, you help him along to his own release.

“Come on baby, you can do it. Cum for noona. Cum all over noona.” Jimin whined at your words, getting on the verge of his release and you couldn’t believe that he had held out this long.

“I’m s-so close Y/N noona.”

“That’s it baby, just a little m-more.” Your words coming out in a stutter at how scorched your clit was now, being already so sensitive as it was after your orgasm. But, you held out for Jimin, letting him use you as a vessel to get himself off and it only made you wetter. His rhythm had become irregular and his cries had gotten louder.

“F-Fuck, I’m coming oh fuck.” Jimin swore like a sailor as he got dangerously close. But what he did next almost made you come again. With a speed almost quicker than a gunshot, Jimin had leaned back, pushed your panties down exposing your swollen pussy. Before you could comprehend what was happening, Jimin worked his hand over his cock until he had let go. Until he came all over your pussy. Sticky hot white ropes of cum landing on your swollen clit and labia. You moaned at the scene unfolding above you because this was the hottest shit you had ever encountered. Of course you will punish him later for this but still. Where the fuck was this Jimin hiding before?

After he had let out what seemed to be an endless stream of milky white cum, Jimin falls forward, resting his face in your neck, panting. You both took this time to catch your breath. Several moments passed as you both laid in his bed, you stroking his hair as you stare up at the ceiling just resting in silence before you speak softly.

“You okay baby?” You whispered, tenderly stroking his hair, to which he replied with a blissful hum.

“Never been better.” He replied with a sweetly shy and sleepy smile, indicating that his usual charming self was back as the lust had settled.

You kiss his cheek softly, savouring the moment with the younger boy and move to get up when Jimin pulls you back again.

“Where are you going?”

“To clean up the mess you made, you brat.” Your teasing tone was obvious which makes Jimin blush again deeply as he bites his lip. But his next request surprises you.

“C-Can I clean you noona?” His request seemed innocent enough considering the context of this indecent scenario.

“I guess you can.” You lay back down as Jimin gets up, sliding down the bed, sitting beside your hips.

“Uh, Jimin? Aren’t you going to get towels?” your brows have furrowed in confusion when he didn’t move from his position, instead moved between your legs, parting them again.

With a lovely sweet smile, dimple visible endearingly on his cheek, he places a kiss on your ankle before speaking.

“Why would I need those when I have a mouth, noona?”

Fuck what you said before. This was the hottest shit you had ever encountered.

a/n: yeah ik its bad lmao. i swear i write better now kjwbjhwqkbfkbf. Thanks for reading!!

[ill-skillsgard]

Smoke & Money, Part 3 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Smoke & Money

Warning: 100% NSFW, some drug use, swearing, sex/fetish/kink type situations

Description: A young sex worker gets tangled in the dangerous web of a wealthy entrepreneur whose tastes push her past all of her known limits.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

There was this guy that I met and he was interested in me. I could tell immediately. He had a fast car and an expensive suit on. He was a little on the shorter side with a buzz cut to hide his receding hairline and a chin-strap to make up for it. By the looks of him, he may have been of Italian descent. Not that I cared all that much when he opened his wallet and showed me a stack of hundreds. He wanted to go out for a night with me as his date. At first, he offered me five hundred but I told him to double it for the night if I was acting as a date. He wanted the full escort services. It had been a long time since I had gone clubbing and even longer since I had escorted. Some guys wanted to strut around like peacocks and not just get their dicks sucked in a parked car. So whatever, I thought, I'll go to a fancy club with this guy and have my drinks paid for and come away with another grand in my pocket, at the very least. Usually, these types wanted to stay up all night hauling rails of cocaine and trying to balance it out by choking down male performance enhancers that you could buy at sex shops. Again, whatever. As long as I got paid. I wasn't personally a fan of getting all wigged out on drugs normally but I did like a drink here and there and I could be a fun time, even without narcotics. I also liked to get dolled up so the whole club scenario felt like a breath of fresh air to me.

As I stood in front of my mirror doing my make up I couldn't help but think about Mr. Skarsgard. I hated that I referred to him like that but I still didn't know his first name and by the way he had growled at me the last time, I was afraid to ever speak out of line with him. He looked so young but he carried himself so proudly that it was hard to pinpoint his age. The plague of questions still swirled in my gut once in a while. If he was so rich and so handsome, why was he paying women to be his little service maids? The man was an enigma to me, so dark and quiet, like the beginning of a storm, when the world seems to stand perfectly still inside a din of impending chaos. What was to come? I could not be sure. All I could do was watch the skies.

The club we went to was obnoxiously upscale in decor but noticeably Spring Break in clientèle. Even though the men were suited and the women all wore stilettos, they were all yelling and dancing and drinking and many pairs of eyes were blown-out dilated. I accompanied my John to different corners and levels of the clubs, drink in hand, swagger in my step and alertness that I did not give way to so that he could find his buddies and most certainly show me off. The dress I wore was a backless, low-cut silky shawl of a drape that only really covered my ass and pussy because it tapered down into a pencil skirt. I too wore stilettos.I had on this little number, impossibly high-heeled shoes and a gold sequined clutch that contained my phone, my ID, and my money. I drank with him and laughed with him and stole glances with his more attractive friend. It was a standard night at the club. Blow was snorted off of inch-long acrylic nails, martini glasses speckled any table surface and the music pumped so loud that it was impossible to have a real conversation. To be honest I was kind of having fun at the club even if my client was a greasy little guido with too much Hugo Boss cologne on. "Hey sweetheart," he yelled into my ear. "Take this and go use those tits to order everyone a shot." "Yeah, sure. How many?" I asked him. "Like ten. Who needs a shot!?" I had been seated at a table with a few guys who all fit the same profile as my client and a few girls. I wasn't sure who was a girlfriend and who was an escort but I didn't really care. He had just put two hundred dollars in the palm of my hand. He must have been really messed up and having too good of a time to care about the money spent. I don't think anybody in the establishment cared how much money they were spending. They were all kids with rich parents. Boy how I loved kids with rich parents. Through all of the writhing bodies and slamming bass, I made my way to a bar and posted up on it for a moment to collect my thoughts. I opened my clutch and put the hundred dollar bills inside for safe-keeping. Most of the night I had been neglecting my cell phone so I figured it a good time to check it. As soon as the screen came on I saw there had been a missed call from a few minutes prior. "Shit..." I said to myself. Oh well, unknown number. The bartender was on the complete opposite end of the bar and I knew it would be a while before she worked her way down to me. After all, straight women bartenders tended to favor serving the men first for better tips. That was alright with me though because I knew that hustle far too well. So I waited for my turn like a proper patron. Then my cell phone started vibrating in my hand. There was no way I could take the call amidst all of the noise but it was the same number that I had just missed. My heart skipped a beat or two.

I shoved my clutch underneath my arm and made for the bathroom, the only semi-quiet place that I could think of to take a call.  Luckily for me, the only people occupying the stalls were chicks peeing and doing cocaine together. I took the last stall, shut the door and locked it behind me, cell phone in hand.

There was no way I could wait for the number to call again so I decided to call it back which was something I usually didn't do.

It rang and rang and rang for what felt like forever until finally, somebody picked up. "Hello?" I asked when nobody said a thing. "Yeah." "Hi... Who is this? I have a missed call from this number." "Two missed calls." The voice said. I chuckled nervously, "Oh, yeah. Um, so just returning the call." "I appreciate it." "Sorry, who is this?" "Bill... Skarsgard." "Oh." "I'm sending a car for you." My mouth hung open as I scrabbled for something to say. "No, I... I can't. Not tonight." "J... Don't make me tell you twice." "I'm not..." I paused to grind my teeth. "I'm not at home." "Where are you?" With a sigh, I relented, "The Revive Downtown." "He'll be there soon." "Uh... Okay." I hung up the phone and let out a long breath. Shit. Dropping my phone back into my clutch, I left the bathroom in search of my client whose name I forgot. I had to wiggle my way through troops of people dancing before I reached the table that I'd just left. "Where the drinks at?" He asked. I grabbed his hand and gave him back the two hundred dollars. He looked down at the money with confusion written on his shiny face. "I have to go." "What?" He yelled, unable to hear me above all of the electronic discord. He got the hint when I stood to leave. "Sorry, I have to go!" "Wait what the fuck? You can't leave." He stood up as well, much to the surprise of his friends. I held up the free hand that wasn't clutching my bag tightly to my body. "It's an emergency, I'm so sorry!" "No, no, no! I want my money back, bitch!" "I'm sorry! That's not going to happen! Sorry... I have to go!" With that, I turned to walk away quickly towards the exit. My ditched client had other plans and once I was outside I could finally hear properly. There were people all over the street, cars driving by, pulling up and honking and then someone grabbed my arm tightly. "Hey! Don't you fucking walk away from me." I had been followed outside by my client who was obviously pissed. The exclamation was enough to grab the attention of anyone who was standing in line as well as the bouncer who turned his attention toward us but didn't move from his post. "Give me my money back you fucking whore." I flinched away from him, throwing my arms up in front of my face as my first reaction. What I anticipated was for him to come at me, but that was interrupted immediately. "Step the fuck back right now buddy. You don't want to try it." My savior said rather calmly. It was Mr. Skarsgård's driver who had gotten in between us. The guido stepped away, fists clenched, his buddies had come out too and also didn't know how to react. "Your fucking whore stole my money!" The driver took a step closer, towering over the angry client with a trained poise. There was no way he would attempt to throw down with the driver who had a foot on him and none of his friends seemed up to the challenge either. "You better watch your mouth, kid," the driver warned. "You," he then pointed at me. "Get in the car... now." I didn't wait for him to open the door for me and simply flung it open myself, threw my clutch into the back and got in. There was hardly anymore exchange before the driver shook his jacket and came back to the car. It was strange that I felt safe inside the BMW but I did and that's all I really cared about. My friends had told me I should have a bodyguard for situations like these but I had put it off for the simple fact that I couldn't afford to pay a guy to stave off asshole clients. Also, I hadn't done anything to get myself into violent situations either. This was all sorts of unlike me. I had never bounced on a client before. What I was doing for Skarsgård went against almost everything I had learned. It was just common courtesy to not walk out on a client, especially if you had been paid beforehand. This was going to get me into a lot of trouble. The driver got into the car and quickly pulled away from the scene. I watched his tense face relax gradually the further we drove from the club. After a minute or two of driving, he looked in the rearview mirror, matching my stare. "I'm sorry you had to do that," I said to him. "You don't have any protection?" Ashamed, I shook my head no. "You should, doing what you do." Glancing out the window at the passing streets I sighed, "I know." That was the only exchange we had for the rest of the way there. Each minute that passed I got more and more nervous. My imagination ran wild thinking of all of the possible scenarios that I was potentially putting myself into. I started shivering, perhaps because I was wearing almost nothing or maybe from fear of what I was walking into.

In my ridiculously high heels, I clopped up the steps behind the driver who had left the car running just to let me inside the house. I thought it was appropriate of him and I longed to thank him more for stepping in to defend me but I didn't think he wanted to hear any more of it. Instead, I walked right into the foyer. The lights were on this time and it took me a moment to adjust. A bright light was thrown into all corners of the massive hall by the crystal chandelier that hung down like a glittering, silver jellyfish. The paintings were illuminated enough to make out the finer details. But before I could wander in further a voice cleared at the top of the stairs. "Well... A little under-dressed?" I looked up and saw him leaning against the banister, one leg bent and one straight. His white button-up was open and I could see his deep collarbone. Although he looked a little more disheveled than I was used to, he still had his shirt tucked into his straight-fitting black trousers and shiny brown oxford shoes on. He looked to be a mile away by how tall he stood at the top staring down at me with what I thought could have been a mixture of disdain and surprise. "I was out dancing," I called up to him. He nodded his head and never took his stare off of me even if I shied away from the constant eye contact. "Get upstairs. Now." After his unyielding order, he turned and left down the East Wing hall. The echo of his footfalls beckoned me up the stairs. Before I started I grimaced at having to ascend so many stairs in such ridiculous shoes. However determined I was, I couldn't help but let myself take a short breather after clearing all of them one by meticulous one so as to not stumble on the thick carpet. He hadn't gone into his room, he was waiting right at the door. I tried to compose myself and walked towards him with confidence and not like my knees were about to give in. I wondered if he could tell how terrible I was at walking in stilettos. "Go." His voice was like blunt force trauma to my ears. I entered the room which had come alive by the light of candles and the lamp beside the bed.

Bill closed the door behind us with an antique thud and circled me like a predator, never taking his eyes off of me. I felt naked even though I wasn't. His eyes burned so vehemently but his mouth was relaxed and he could almost undress me with the intensity of that stare. Finally, I could see his face, really see it under the glow of the candles and lamps. He was this hybrid of a boy, innocence was woven into every cell of his pale skin and undeniable confidence of a well-dressed, well-paid man, as sinister as he was striking. He had it all in that moment; money, power, and beauty. Something told me he could get away with anything even without the money and the power. Those good looks alone could make a girl do a lot.

That's precisely how he made me feel as he walked towards me, taking his hands from his trouser pockets to grasp my chin, forcing me to stare back at him. "What you did tonight was wrong and I'm very disappointed." He said. "I'm sorry." "Well... you have the rest of the night to atone for making me angry, isn't that right?" "Yes, sir." His eyes were wide and searching, flicking back and forth as he bore into my own eyes. "I thought we had an understanding?" "We do, sir." Bill stepped back and let his eyes fall down my body, taking in every inch of me. Judging me or simply observing, it was hard to tell. This man was hard to read. "Apparently I didn't make myself clear enough." I swallowed. He continued. "You are mine and only mine. You belong to me. You are my fucking property and I do not share." "You don't have to, sir"" "Oh is that right? Then who are you all dressed up for, hm?" "Nobody." "You mean to tell me this little ensemble wasn't meant for anyone? I find that hard to believe. I don't pay you to traipse around the city looking like a ten-dollar hooker for other people." There were so many things I wanted to say but I chose to remain silent as he continued to circle me. "Go to the bed rail." He pointed towards the prodigious canopy bed that was hampered with pillows. I walked past him and stopped at the foot of the bed. He did not watch me but rather went to the other side of the room and dragged a plush wing-back chair to the center of the carpet. With a look of complete absorption on his face, he approached me from behind as though I were just another object in his room. "Bend over." He murmured. I did as I was told and bent over the wooden rail at the foot of his enormous bed. I wasn't sure what to do with my arms so I splayed my hands out on the soft duvet and waited for what was to come next. His hand touched my lower back and pushed down. "Further," he said. Lower I went, arching my back and the more I did so the more my dress pulled up in the back. He could most certainly see my ass as I could feel cool air touching my skin. That big hand ran down the base of my spine and over my exposed skin. Slowly he inserted a finger underneath the scant little strap of my thong, pulling it up. The sensation of the material pulling taut against my most sensitive parts was enough to make me weak in the knees, or perhaps it was my shoes. Nevertheless, it didn't feel unwelcome, simply disgracious in a way that made me feel dirty. "You never make me wait. I do not wait for you. You wait for me." "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." Without letting go of my underwear he used his other hand to push me down further over the rail so that I was completely on display for him. My fear was that he would penetrate me but in those deliciously sickening moments, I didn't have the courage to bring up my rules. I simply did not allow clients to fuck me without a condom. Even the cleanest of men were no exception. My heart began to race thinking of every possibility that could go down. What would I do if he tried? Did I have it in me to freak out, push him away and end it all? Would I allow him to enter me? My head felt so foggy that I honestly couldn't tell how to react. All I knew was that his long fingers were tickling my skin and I could feel the heat of arousal stirring inside of me. Then he wound up and spanked me so hard a shockwave of sting interrupted my entire thought process. I gasped and looked back at him but he was calm, collected and close to me with his hands on my backside once more, rubbing the skin where he had just laid a fiery handprint. "Don't you ever keep me waiting again, understand?" I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded. "You are mine. You are my fucking property," he repeated himself. "Do not test me." "Yes, sir." "You fuck up and misbehave and now..." He leaned over my body bringing his lips close to my ear, hand never leaving my ass cheek. "Now you need punishment." That was the only warning he gave before spanking me again in the same spot. It stung so bad but I gritted my teeth and handled it not unflinchingly but as best as I could to keep from squealing. The prickling heat made me wince in pain. As if to alleviate the suffering he switched to the other cheek and gave me a whack for balance. Not once did he let go of my thong. He pulled it up, rubbed his hand over where the tiny triangle of fabric covered me and smacked me again. This time I couldn't help but let a sound slip from my mouth. "Oh yes, I know it hurts but this is what happens when you defy me. Isn't that right?" I nodded vigorously in hopes my submission would earn me some sympathy. It did not, and he wound up, cranking me really good on the right so hard that my legs faltered. If he wasn't there to keep me standing I would have buckled to the floor. Sweat broke on my forehead and my muscles clenched tightly. The funny part of it all was that I wasn't even tied up. I could have easily turned around and left. I could have refused this punishment. Hell, I could have refused him back at the club and I would have been well on my way to being drunk on top shelf liquor but instead, I was here, bent over a hand-carved wooden rail getting my ass handed to me by this rich, authoritarian man who I knew nothing about. 

The only solace my burning skin took was when he leaned over and spit on my bare ass cheeks and smeared it around with his thumbs. I sighed and I'm sure he noticed my relief by the way my spine relaxed. The sustenance was short-lived though. He lowered himself on one knee, proposing to my backside with both hands squeezing, spreading me open and then giving me a few swift belts using his hands as a paddle. By then my dress had risen far over my hips and I had never been more exposed to him before than I was at that moment. His punishment started to awaken a small, provocative tingle that didn't take long to sprout into something that coveted the rain of his foul play upon me. I soon forgot how my ankles were starting to ache, having been propped up on five inches of poniard for hours. The loud claps of his hand against my rear were enough to mask my tiny, shivering moans. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back, allowing me to straighten. His other hand came up my neck and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him, puppeteering my head to bring his lips to the crest of my cheekbone. His breath was hot, sweetened with bourbon and the scent of the cigarettes he smoked. When he pushed his hips into me I could feel how hard he had gotten and I gasped. What was he planning on doing to me? I knew that if I was subjected to anymore spanking it would cross the threshold into nothing but pain with a tearful lack of any pleasure. I didn't want it again but I did want something from him. What I wanted was so unreal and unwise. "Say you're mine." He hissed at me before licking my cheek all the to my gaping mouth. "Say it." What felt like a venomous snake wrapping around me tightly was really the erection he had pressed against my side. If he hadn't have been fully clothed I would have felt a lot more threatened but there was still this perception of a loaded gun. At the moment I truly felt the words leave my mouth. "I'm yours, I'm yours." "That's right, you are." He squeezed my cheeks between his fingers. "Now... Show me your tongue." I opened my mouth modestly and he gave me a quick nip of a kiss, all tongue-on-tongue contact. He drew back only to spit into my mouth and repeat himself. His nasty little game of sucking face made me long for more intimate contact. If he'd have used that loaded gun on me, I would have dropped to my knees in front of him. Without a second thought, he pushed me back over the wooden rail and left me there which was a better alternative to another round of spanking. But I was curious about where he was going until I heard the dull whine of the chair accepting his weight and the jingle of a belt coming undone. I dared a look behind me to see what he was doing. "Turn back around, now." I snapped back into place facing the expanse of bed before me. The candles cast flickering shadows across the black sea of opulent silk and behind me a man was beginning to jack off, watching my damp and reddened ass from a chair that cost more than most people's whole bedroom sets. I wanted to look back but I didn't, lest I cause him any more reason to lash out at me. Somehow I did feel bad for having denied him for anyone else and as I listened to the sound of him stroking his cock behind me, I wanted even more to please him. His breathing was audible and the jingling of his belt only got louder as he went. His breathing was fragmented into nearly inaudible grunts to sounds of him panting. Fuck, I wanted to watch. It wasn't long until a silence of about two minutes fell before he stood up and walked towards me slowly. Each footstep made my blood pump faster. This time, instead of a smack on my ass I felt a stickiness being spread all over my rosy skin. He smeared me with his cum, rubbing it into my flesh like lotion, over my panties and down the backs of my thighs. He made a real show of it, even going as far as to rub his hand over my clothed pussy just once. "Stay right there." He ordered. He and I both knew that I would not go against his word but once he did up his pants and left the room I chanced a looked around. The chair behind me seemed like a mundane object and not where he had just been sitting, staring at me, running his hand over his cock until he came. I wasn't cemented to the bed rail. I wasn't about to get fucked raw. Everything about this was different to me. It was hard to peg every man but this guy went against anything I had expected. He was nothing like the rest of them. He was unpredictable and that was what scared me about him. Was this play or was this humorless in his eyes? I looked over at the brass plate and bristled at the wad of cash that had been there seemingly all along. Would he take it as a slight if I left it there? Of course, he would, I thought. It wouldn't be there if I wasn't supposed to take it. Minutes passed before I heard him coming up the corridor. I had pulled down the skirt of my dress over the drying mess he had left on me and picked up my clutch once more. When he came back to the door he had a lit cigarette between two fingers. "There will be a cab waiting outside to take you home." I nodded at him, unable to open my mouth to actually say anything. He took a long haul off the end of his cigarette, leaning and swaying against the door. "Did you learn your lesson tonight?" "Yes, sir," I replied, feeling meek. "Good girl."After that, he left me to show myself out.

[saltyfilmmajor]

WELCOME TO AMERICA WHERE WE ARE CURRENTLY AT ALMOST A MONTH LONG GOVERNMENT SHUTDOWN BECAUSE CHEETO MAN WON’T BECOME A SUB LIKE KAFFEE FOR TEN GODDAMN SECONDS

An essay on how Donald Trump needs to take Tom Cruise’s name out of his already limited vocabulary

So I already made a post earlier in the month on how Cheeto man said some shit about my boi Tom “I’d go back in time and fuck him” Cruise, but it was rather short and I wished to revisit the topic. Honestly, essays are my current forte at the moment. Also, I couldn’t make a long essay at the time because I was stuck in Guatemala for two weeks without my precious laptop. This is mostly me complaining about America™ and Tom Thirst and I need an academic outlet for my thoughts. So for you Cass, my friend with an Amish Kink, and fellow American who hates Cheeto Man as much as I, this essay is for you. @shakespeareanmemes  @ineverhadadoubt

So lets start from the beginning. Before the end of the year around Christmas time, the government was running out of funds or whatever. Honestly to this day, I don’t understand why that’s a thing, other civilized countries to my knowledge don't have this problem. But lmao I live here so I gotta deal with it I guess. And This ABSOLUTE MOTHERFUCKER is like “NEED THE WALL, 5 BILLION DOLLARS PLS.” and rightfully many people were like “What Kind of COKEHEAD RELATIVE???’ and were like fuck off mate that’s out of the question. Not only is it immoral it is pointless and needlessly expensive. And Cheeto Man, the big fucking baby that he is, refused to compromise and so now we risk an economic recession, many important government programs for affordable housing and school lunches and TSA and the National Parks and yeah you get the point.

People are shitting in the forest. I don’t even have a statement for that I’m just…..

Moving to the main point. On January 2nd in the Year of Our Lord 2019, Donald J. Trump, known watersports enthusiast, said this: “I had a meeting at the Pentagon with lots of generals. They were like from a movie. Better looking than Tom Cruise, and stronger”.

What the fuck? Generals are not supposed to be good looking, that's not like an important aspect of their job. Nor are they going to be particularly strong given that they are more like combat strategists. They for sure have served, but it has been most likely a very long time since then. 

To say that Tom ‘plays many characters that don’t love themselves and it’s sad to ponder’ Cruise is less good looking than American generals is a level of sheer fucking dumbassery that needs to be consulted by a doctor or with impeachment. Tom Cruise, is a very dedicated actor. He has trained extensively for many of his roles and has been probably been in more life or death situations for the sake of entertainment. Now he flies planes, helicopters, drives motorcycles without helmets, can hold his breath underwater for 6 minutes. He’s climbed the tallest building in the world. He’s free climbed at over 2000 feet. He’s done about 100 halo jumps. He broke his ankle and then ran on it after 6 weeks. His characters are charming (most of the time, some are very uh not), intelligent and he drinks respect women juice. Now, was all of that important? Was it necessary? Lmao, it’s my essay, if you don’t agree with it make your own. This is the internet.

Tom Cruise, in the one very bondageesque scene of Rogue Nation, is fuckin Ripped™, like Fuck. How is this man 56? What the fuck? He’s not mortal? TOM CRUISE IS A VERY SWEET MAN AND HE DEDICATES HIMSELF TO HIS CRAFT FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE AND IS ESPECIALLY APPRECIATIVE OF THE INTERNATIONAL AUDIENCE. WHEN WILL YOUR FAVE EVER?

Compare to Cheeto Man who is only friends with authoritarians.

SO FUCK U TRUMP AND YOUR ILK.

Now to thirst over Tom a bit more. My Favorite Tom character by far is Lt. Daniel Allister Kaffee. Harvard Educated Lawyer whose an insecure man trying his best and a very reluctant sub, which for me is very attractive. (Lol Ruth you were right, I do like men with subbish tendencies. I apologize for denying that fact.) Look there is nothing hotter than a cocky attorney with a smart mouth. Also, smartasses being put in their place, very hot. Danny’s Class A Uniform is sooooooooooooo. OH MY FUCKING LORD. 

Look, I just like it when people are forced into positions of submission, psychologically and emotionally mind you, and they are used to getting their way or are very flippant towards authority. Kaffe is both in this film. And also his voice, when he’s in the courtroom, is very arousing. I like lawyers too I guess lmao. (A Few Good Men is also just a very good movie.) But he just, the way he says the word ‘crystal’ at the last cross-examination makes me feel things.

Moving on the Ethan Hunt, the sweetest spy on the face of the earth. Look he is such a certified badass that just holy shit, if he were real… 

Ethan drinks respect women juice every day and he just cares so fucking much about his team and his friends and family. Fucking HE TOOK THE GODDAMN PRIME MINISTER TO GET BENJI BACK FROM LANE, I JUST MY HEART. HE LOST THE PLUTONIUM TO SAVE LUTHER’S LIFE. HE FUCKING CARES SO MUCH. HE FUCKING LOVES JULIA. HE JUST DOES CARE SO MUCH. HE SUCH AN EXTRA GUY WITH BEAUTIFUL HAIR AND ROLLED UP SLEEVES.

Lastly BARRY FUCKING SEAL. JESUS THIS MAN IS SO CHARMING WITH HIS SOUTHERN ACCENT AND HE PENCHANT FOR FLYING LIKE A MANIAC. He fucks his wife while flying I’m?????. Doug Liman said every shot of the flying scenes were actually him and practically shot which makes me concerned™ BUT FUCK. ALSO, HE HAS MANY ROLLED UP SLEEVES AND HIS OUTFITS ALWAYS LOOKS SOO GOOD. Also, Tom speaks Spanish in this movies that progressively gets better as the movie goes on which as an immigrant kid I also find very attractive.

Point is THESE OLD AS FUCK GENERALS Vs TOM ‘Danny Kaffee is a reluctant sub, and I find it hot when it shows’ Cruise is going to win every single time He’s a motivated actor who cares about the audience and their entertainment and seemingly responded to these claims of being inferior to these generals by confirming M: I 7 and 8. Which will be out when Trump is out of office and is no longer relevant to this country. 

Donald Trump wishes he was Tom Cruise, but he’s not. Also, Trump always has a need the be the Best™ everything. He’s always full of unnecessary hyperbole which many people found entertaining to elect him and thought he was being real. But no, and know he’s gotta keep his campaign promises to not upset his base, but he’s burning the country down with his toxicity and he needs to go fuck off. And he needs to keep Tom Cruise’s name out of his mouth.

[neokollection]

NSFW A - Z ㅡ Taeyong (M)

Taeil  -  Johnny  -  Taeyong  -  Yuta  -  Kun  -  Doyoung  -  Jungwoo  -  Lucas

**Suggestive, Mature**

A - Aftercare

He’s great at aftercare! He’s so caring and attentive, even if he’s tired, there’s never a time that he’s not taking care of you after. He’ll clean you up with a warm towel if he made a mess, ask if you’re hungry or thirsty, tired or sore, etc... He’ll do whatever he can, but usually all you want is for him to crawl beside you and snuggle. He’s a great snuggler, peppering kisses on your nose and all before settling in the crook of your neck and drowsing off.

B - Body Part [ their favorite body part on their s/o and/or on them ]

I mean... your lips... They smile beautifully when your happy or excited, pout when you want his attention, smirk when you’re playful, puckered when kissed... When they’re swollen and abused it’s his favorite, they’re flushed their natural shade and form a natural pout when pulling away- They’re addictive and sweet and please him in so many ways, in so many places, how can he not love them. On himself- maybe his hands. Honestly, he finds them manly and sexy which is something he’s proud of- Not to mention he knows you like them! He can do so many things with them, playfully pinch your lips, get his fingers tangled in your hair, touch you, etc...

C - Cum

He’s not a messy person, but when it comes to pleasure I think he’s messy. He doesn’t care where it goes, on you, on himself, etc... He’ll put in the work of cleaning after the deed. As long as it doesn’t get in anyone’s eye it’s chill.

D - Dirty Secret 

Hentaiiii, but then again he was caught by you, so not sure if it’s considered a secret...

E - Experience [ how experienced they are ]

Um, well, in the kissing department he’s a very capable young man, master of many secrets of the trade- Probably better than Jaehyun- If we’re talking about sexing: experienced. He’s got it down what to do, knows what most women do and don’t like, knows a few secret spots, etc... But there’s still plenty he could learn and a lot he has wanted to try with kinks, but has never been able to-

F - Favorite Position

Doggy- When he tops he like this one because he can be selfish. He can use you to please himself, nails biting your skin as he hurriedly thrusts from behind. Not having to give you any special treatment for once. He’s also a bottom boy tho, and for that he obviously loves cowgirl. He can see everything and access it all and has an inkling of control he’d be able to use if needed.

G - Goofy

More serious during sex, but when fluffy he can be a little giddy. He derives his energy from other people, so it depends on your mood and if you’re goofy during moments like this.

H - Hair [ how well they manscape ]

Just the basics, probably just trims so it’s not too wild.

I - Intimacy [ romance-wise ]

Super romantic! V emotional boy. It’s love-making after all ^^ Even after rawing you from behind he’ll be gentle after, collapsing to the sheets with you and drawing your face to his chest as his hand reaches between your legs to give you more attention.

J - Jack Off

He does pretty often, he tries to keep it for when he’s in the shower, thinking of new Whiplash lyrics, but I mean he’s done it in the park bathroom too so. He just gets random urges occasionally and it doesn’t help when he starts thinking about you or when he’s brainstorming lyrics... Ultimately thinking about you again-

K - Kink

Possibly slight exhibitionist Masochist - he doesn’t have the heart for sadism and is far too vulnerable to you, he likes literally anything you do to him, even if he shouldn’t- I mean he likes the collars and chains and rope bunny shit, but he’s not sure if that’d be considered a kink. 

L - Location [ their favorite place to have sex ]

Bed? Every place is enjoyable to him, so I don’t think he has a favorite... But he has to admit, bed is most comfy.

M - Motivation [ turn-ons ]

Basically if you’re needy. Or when you’re cheeky and within close proximity- Revealing clothes, for sure. And if he’s already playful, being a bit stern with him, even if it’s saying his name in a tone because he’s about to be in trouble- He like pushing your buttons some times, swearing you’re so hot like this- So... womanly; and either then wants to reduce you to a puddle of stammering filth or have you show him who the boss is & dominate him.

N - NO [ turn-offs ]

No sharing, he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else touching you like he does or having your attention. But maybe it’d b a good lesson for Jaehyun to watch so he can learn whose you are

O - Oral

Giving; it’s not something he does every time, but it’s something he enjoys. He likes the taste of you and the intimacy of it, usually being quite sensual with the laps of his pink tongue. Receiving; he’s so noisy, it’s hard to hold back and when he does you get chuffed groans and heavy breathing still. He’s a moaner and you’ll probably think he’s overreacting, but it means so much to him. The intimacy is so close, and it feels fucking amazing so- He’s never one to force you tho and will keep a gentle hand on your cheek, fingers curling into your hair.

P - Pace

Knife-like?? His dancing is pretty similar to his thrusting, I mean those hips don’t lie. When the mood is right he keeps it sensual and fluid, channeling a bit of 7th Sense choreo- Slowing things down a lot.  Other times he’s a rowdy fuck and pumping into you like there’s no tomorrow, it’s ridiculous.

Q - Quickies

Yep. He’s chill with them and is smart enough to find good places you guys wouldn’t get caught. I mean it’s a bit hard to keep down his volume, but he can resort to busying himself with your lips and gentle hisses.

R - Risk [ comfort zone ]

He’s not about to be caught, so even in a public setting he’ll make sure doors are locked and there’s an escape route if needed. If those are not available he’ll hold it or just ask for head or something quick- He doesn’t like strangers or the boys seeing you or him when vulnerable, aka tits and dick out, but small things he’d feel 40% less embarrassed about so he may be a little risky asking for head and touching, etc... It’s kinda exciting.

S - Stamina [ another round? ]

After round #1 he needs time... He’s worn out- I would say 90% of the time there is no #2. Srry TY, you outed yourself your practice vids

T - Toy [ their favorite toys ]

O boy- I’m not sure why, but my mind just said bottle opener.......... Stuff like handcuffs and collars are pretty hot to him- Also...... cock rings???

U - Unfair [ how they enjoy teasing & being teased ]

When teasing; he’s a whole dickhead, but he still has some redeeming qualities. He teases in the most unfair ways when it’s finally his turn to be in control and some times you feel flustered and humiliated by him- but even tho he sets impossible rules, he’s one to give into you easily. Maybe a few needy kisses or pleads and he’s already burying his face into the crook of your neck and letting up. When being teased......... He’s a fucking mess, but he loves it. He trusts you, so he know he’ll be rewarded in the end, that he’ll eventually cum. The climb and all the teasing is what builds it for him and even tho he hisses and throws his head back when you pull off him, the next time you’re on him makes it all the more pleasing. He doesn’t mind pleading either, he’ll beg if you want him to or if he feels he has to.

V - Volume

Big moaner. He keeps a pretty even volume most of the time, trying not to go about ‘indoor-volume’, does a lot of quiet and breathy talk, moans, and hisses... But when you suddenly do something he may raise it a lot or moan for the neighbors to hear, so be careful.

W - Wild Card [ authors choice ]

His tip is the most sensitive. You could be yanking his shaft, but as soon as your tip meeting your tongue his eyes roll back. In fact, you could make him cum with just his tip, fingers encircling and squeezing, tongue teasing. It’s the kill shot, for sure.

X - X-Ray [ what kind of package ]

Check the 3rd gif here

Y - Yearning [ sex drive ]

High- I mean look at the shit he writes on the daily and makes public.

Z - Zzz [ after ]

After making sure you’re taken care of, he usually takes about 30 minutes or so to fall asleep. I mean he’s tired, but his heart is still racing and his mind too. He snuggles against you, finding a comfortable spot, maybe moving once or twice, exchanging a few murmurs about it being hot or smthng before silence takes over and it’s just your breaths... Then he’s able to pass out.

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ep: things leo does; by jason grace

chapter 2. aftermath link to chapter 1

summary: 2. hey, mom? okay, there's this guy named leo, and i'm in love with him. wait - wait, you knew that already? well. fuck. wait! aha - i bet anything you didn't know he was in love with me, now did you? yeah, i thought - fuck. word count: 2,051 warnings: mention of cannibalism (not serious), mention of DDLB/NSAP, morse code a/n: valentines chapter because i’m a sucker for the babe :/  read on ao3

5. taps out messages in morse code when he thinks no one is paying attention

Two short taps. One short, one long, two short. One long, one short, two long. Rinse and repeat.

Three letters.

Jason’s sure nobody else has noticed - Leo tapping his fingers in what seems to be a random pattern is nothing new, and his eyes track Chiron’s movements with what seems to be laser focus.

He likes to think he knows Leo better, by now.

Jason thinks back on his old Morse training (“Why do I have to know this?” “Just in case.” “What the hell kind of situation requires us to tap Morse code to each other when we have fucking mouths?”) - laborious months of bullshit memorizing that he never used on quests, but damn if it isn’t coming in handy now.

Two short taps. I

One short, one long, two short. L

One long, one short, two long. Y

ILY.

Jason jerks up in his seat, avoiding Leo’s eyes when his fingers stop tapping and he glances over, obviously concerned.

Leo’s mouth quirks up into a tiny smirk - how the fuck does he manage to lift only a corner of his mouth, and still convey so much? It’s fucking adorable, and Jason hates it - and he focuses back onto Chiron, who is trotting across the front of the room with a vaguely frustrated expression on his face.

Leo’s fingers continue their tapping, slim fingers pressing coded messages into the tabletop.

Two short taps. I

One short, one long, two short. L

One long, one short, two long. Y

One short, three long. J

One short, one long. A

Three short. S

Three long. O

One long, one short -

“Alright, any questions?” Chiron asks suddenly, raising his voice to attract the attention of any heads whose heads are drooping (Jason tries not to feel guilty - fails - whatever.). “No? Alright, dismissed.”

Jason glances at Leo, who is standing up like nothing’s changed, slapping his hands on the table like nothing’s changed, brushing a hand down his jeans like nothing’s changed, turning to leave like nothing’s -

You get the point.

Okay, so Leo had spelled out ILY JASO- something. That something was either a K, a D, a Y, a C, an X, a B, or…

An N.

Was it too much of a stretch to think he might have been spelling out JASON? Zeus knows it wasn’t JASOD, anyway.

Fuck.

  6. acts like a child when he gets tired*

* leo doesn’t get tired.

“… so the chip attaches to this port -” Leo yawns, and then shakes his head to clear it up, “ - and so it becomes able to track -” another yawn, “ - the movements -”

“Leo?” Jason asks, tilting his head slowly. Leo glances up, blinking blearily (ha, alliteration) up at him.

“Yeah?”

Jason smiles fondly, unable to hold back his reaction to an evidently tired Leo.

“You look tired. Ready for bed?”

Leo shakes his head again, more rapidly this time, and his curly hair flops around with his movements. He blinks a few more times, then opens his eyes as far as he can. “Nuh-uh,” he says, with an expression like a guilty child.

Yeah, right. Even Jason’s tired, and Leo likes to call him Superman - mostly because he looks like a blond version of him, but also because he’s basically superhuman. Jason doesn’t really get tired.

“Yuh-huh. C’mon, let’s head to my cabin. It’s too late, I don’t want to wake the Hephy kids up.”

Leo shakes his head with a petulant expression, narrowing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. With arms crossed, he mutters, “Nuh. Uh.”

Jason raises an eyebrow and nods to himself for a second, fighting back an amused smile at Leo’s behavior. “Alright, you’ve got a couple of options,” he relents, watching with the fond grin that he hadn’t been able to restrain as Leo slowly relaxes, nodding with lingering suspicion still present on his face. “You can either get up and walk with me, or I pick you up. Your choice.”

Leo sighs heavily, tipping his head back and huffing out another breath through his nose. “Fine.”

Jason stands, hovering for a few seconds. He frowns as suspiciously as he can manage when Leo doesn’t stand up like Jason thought he would, instead slouching further into his seat with hands outstretched, as if…

… he wants Jason to pick him up. Of course he does.

“You’re a fucking baby, y’know that?”

Leo shrugs, a carefree smile on his face. “Yup.”

Jason sighs indulgently. “Yeah, of course you do. Alright, we’re doing piggyback, because we both know - despite how incredibly underweight you are - there’s no way I’ll be able to hold you on my damn hip or whatever for the amount of time it’ll take us to get back to the cabin.”

Leo nods and Jason turns his back to the shorter teenager, crouching on the balls of his feet with his hands outstretched behind him. As carefully as he can manage (which isn’t saying a lot, considering how fucking delirious he seems to be), Leo tucks his legs into the slots of Jason’s hips and he stands up, chuckling softly when Leo yelps behind him.

He regains his balance, though, and wraps lanky arms around Jason to rest in the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“Good to go?”

Leo says nothing, merely nods against the shoulder he’s already starting to fall asleep on - not that Jason expected anything less.

“¡Dios mio, las luces!” he cries almost immediately, shoving his face into the back of Jason’s shirt. [t - Oh my god, the lights!]

Jason can’t stifle the chuckle that escapes him - okay, so maybe he forgot to tell Leo it was basically morning, but. Who could blame him? He’d been… distracted. By Leo. And his hands. And his hair. And his smile. And his laugh. And his -

You see? It just happened again. Totally not his fault.

Definitely.

"Sorry, love," he says, trying and failing to sound truly apologetic. (Did he just say love in reference to Leo? He’s not going to think about that.) "Afraid I can't turn these lights off."

A groan spills its way out of Leo's mouth, sounding suspiciously like a "Why not?" but with a lot more vowels, probably.

"Well," he starts, the fond amusement (he’s fond way too often when it comes to Leo, damn it) probably ridiculously evident in his voice, "there's this thing in the sky - now, don't get too excited - called the sun. Totally crazy, right? It -"

Leo's left hand knocks harshly against his temple. "Asshole."

"- even makes this wild thing called - wait for it - light! It's pretty fuckin' awesome, if I may say so myself."

Leo sighs. "You may not," he grumbles, and Jason can feel the fluttering of the other boy's eyelashes against his neck. He fights back a shiver at the surprisingly intimate feeling and tries to concentrate on getting them to his cabin.

"Hey, dad?" he murmurs, words slurred through a heavy tongue. Jason opens his mouth to answer, but -

Wait.

What?

He freezes.

Mentally, of course, because otherwise Leo would know something was up, and he was so close to falling asleep, and Jason really didn't want him realizing what he said, because it'd turn into a whole production, and Leo would never get to sleep, and then... you get the idea.

But - anyway. Back to the matter at hand:

Dad?

Is that, like, a kink thing?

Jason remembers reading up on kinks (it was a late night and too many Wikipedia articles, sue him), and he's pretty sure daddy kinks are a thing.

(Eugh. He shudders at the thought. Yikes.)

But - that didn't sound like a sexy Dad word. What would a sexy Dad word sound like? It'd probably be Daddy and not Dad, for one.

Oh, gods.

He's getting off track.

Jason decides, as any sane (teenager) semi-mortal would do, to completely ignore the last word of Leo's sentence. "What's up, squirt?"

Okay, what the fuck?

He definitely meant to say Leo, or maybe bro, as regular teenage boys do, but squirt? Gods, Jason's out of his mind.

Maybe it's because Leo's way heavier than he looks. Who knows.

"'m tired."

Jason resists the urge to fist pump the air, instead pulling Leo onto his hip for ease of motion.

"Yeah, yeah, me too. Don't worry, we're almost there."

  7. has horrible grammar when he texts (no, it doesn’t annoy jason)

[17:49] leo_valdez: wht do u want 2 do 4 dins 2nite

[17:55] jason_grace: Salmon with asparagus and rice?

[17:58] leo_valdez: damn chef grace out here [17:58] leo_valdez: yeah boi

[17:59] jason_grace: Okay, cool.

[18:38] jason_grace: Hey, Percy said he’d cook. Cool with you?

[18:43] leo_valdez: yeah np

[18:45] jason_grace: He might take a while, though, so I think we’ll be eating late tonight :/

[18:45] leo_valdez: ye its fine i ate late 2day

[22:24] jason_grace: How’s it smelling over there? I’m hungryy

[22:30] leo_valdez: lol i cant smell anything

[22:31] jason_grace: Omg lol. Do you think it’s your poor sense of smell smell or that nothing is cooking??? Haha

[22:31] leo_valdez: both lmfaooo

[22:32] jason_grace: Lol, okay.

[23:11] jason_grace: 11:11!

[23:14] leo_valdez: my wish is 2 eat

[23:15] jason_grace: Mood [23:19] jason_grace: I’ve died a million hungry deaths already. I may start to eat paper any minute. [23:19] jason_grace: It’s organic, right???

[23:20] leo_valdez: yeah totes gotta get on that #vegan #organic #freerange #localwoodonly trend [23:20] leo_valdez: ykno this shirt is made out f cotton????? thts a crop i cld totally eat this

[23:22] jason_grace: As long as you take tiny bites like a rabbit.

[23:22] leo_valdez: yeahhhhhhh [23:23] leo_valdez: i s2g im gonna eat percy if he doesnt tell me its fuckin ready soon

[23:23] jason_grace: Wait what’s s2g again? [23:23] jason_grace: Oh, nom.

[23:23] leo_valdez: swear to god

[23:23] jason_grace: Nvm*

[23:23] leo_valdez: NOM NOM I HUNGRY

[23:24] jason_grace: Lolzzzz.

[23:24] leo_valdez: thnks jace u rly gotta remind me ://////

[23:24] jason_grace: He’d probably be pretty tasty. [23:24] jason_grace: Remind you of what?

[23:24] leo_valdez: how hUNGRY I AM

[23:25] jason_grace: Nom nom nom I have no other words.

[23:25] leo_valdez: nom [mood in hungryspeak]

[23:26] jason_grace: Me nom.

[23:26] leo_valdez: i just saw th word omw and rly tht it said nom im losing my mind over here

[23:27] jason_grace: Our bellies could have been full hours ago. Savage.

[23:27] leo_valdez: ikr [23:27] leo_valdez: horrible

[23:29] jason_grace: Are tears edible???

[23:29] leo_valdez: hopefully im producing way 2 many of thm

[23:30] jason_grace: Sip slowly, I don’t want you getting full before we eat.

[23:30] leo_valdez: i gotchu [23:31] leo_valdez: trying 2 remind myself tht festus 2.0 is a living being and im not ready 2 b a murderer

[23:34] jason_grace: Oh honey. He wouldn’t be tasty. Too much fur.

[23:34] leo_valdez: u rite u rigt

[23:34] jason_grace: What were we thinking??? We know Percy well enough by now lmao. Sigh. Burp. Ugh.

[23:36] leo_valdez: im crying salmon

[23:37] jason_grace: Oh noooo why’d you have to say salmon?????

[23:38] leo_valdez: LMAOOOO

  8. loves jason grace

Okay, okay.

You gotta keep this one a secret until Jason finds his journal again, okay? He doesn’t know I took it.

I’ve read through it a couple of times, and - damn is Jace a fucking sap. It’s a pity I love him.

No it’s not, who am I kidding.

Aha! That’s the first time I’ve written it down since I realized (which was… too long ago for me to feel comfortable admitting to).

If you didn’t get that, Jason: I love you, you piece of shit.

Ugh.

Fuck, whatever, maybe this thing is a prank and he doesn’t actually love me. Maybe this is a hallucination? Dad knows I’ve been spending way too much time in the Bunker, anyways. Maybe… who knows, honestly.

God, I’m tired.

Whatever. I hope he finds this soon, I’m tired of waiting, for Christ's sake.

See you soon, hopefully.

- leo valdez, the one & only

I love you too, Leo.

[rockthistowninsideout]

Oh oh!

So, I have watched Pacific Rim: Uprising.

Though my watching experience started with Springsteen’s Out In The Street, which made me even happier and more excited.

Anyway, the movie. It was amazing! (at least partially) Grand! (that’s exaggerated) Extraordinary! (nope, nope, certainly not.) If I may say so.(I may not, after a couple of days of distance and constantly turning it in my head I was probably just flashed by the bright pictures.

John Boyega is really the suitable successor of Idris Elba. His Jake Pentecost is a snarky son of a gun with great self-irony but also the heart of a warrior. It works especially well if you look at PRU as a remake that’s not really a remake of PR. It pays tribute but takes its own spin. I was first sceptical about the new looks and the movements of the Jaegers but it works rather well.

More, plot-relevant spoilers under the cut. Whatever you’ve read in The lost son or Burdens of the past - it’s not true.

I might add more later or make a second post, this is all a little randomly because it’s just so much to comprehend! And I’d really like to watch it again some time soon!

First off, we get a little introduction to the world of Pacific Rim, just like John promised to Mark Hamill on twitter.

It starts like PR - straight to the action. Jake is immediately lovable even though here he is some shady dude. And he’s always the main. He’s always in focus, the white dude doesn’t steal away the spotlight. (Btw, a German tv magazine said Scott Eastwood would be cooler than Charlie Hunnam as Raleigh. Big surprise: he is not. He says he comes from nowhere but we don’t know anything about a possible tragic backstory so there’s that, for example.)

Jake has regular contact to Mako, who we see first as a hologram. She doesn’t work for Shao Corporations, she merely collected Liwen and takes her to the Shatterdome. But Newt does work for her, which is highly relevant.

In the beginning, Liwen looks like the absolute villain, ice-cold and building Jaeger drones, therewith making the pilot-steered Jaegers obsolote. But she is not, in fact, she is here to safe the day as well as Jake and Amara.

Now, the more shocking things:

Mako dies.

Relatively early in the movie, when the rogue Jaeger Obsidian Fury attacks Sydney.

I cried when that happened, I truly did. When stills of the memorial scene should appear, I have to examine them carefully. Because the memorial wall consists of holographic images. We see her, Pentecost and the Kaidanovskys but there are at least two more. But I couldn’t get a look at them, it was too quick and the movie still doesn’t disclose wtf happened to Raleigh and Herc. Raleigh is mentioned a couple of times and Herc is referred to as a veteran (along with Chuck when they talk about Onibaba as a simulator enemy). But no mention what happened to them. Dead? I hope not. Retired on a sunny island as far away from the pacific rim as possible? Heck yeah. But we don’t know.

Newt’s wife, whose name is Alice, turns out to be the fucking kaiju brain with which he tried the first drift in PR. That also is his doom, because he drifts regularly with it (it’s sex, it’s really kaiju sex and I can‘t believe how Newt could sink so low. That’s not even a kink anymore). By now, the Precursors have taken control over his mind and because he is the head of development at Shao Industries he smuggles kaijus muscle into the drones and the Jaeger Obsidian Fury. That’s why they can move so smoothly.

(God, I’m still not over the fact that Newt is the bad guy [nice turn, though]. He was so innocent in PR and now he’s just cold and calculating, even a little disgusting. It’s, no, really, wtf.)

Jake and Nate seem to have an interesting relationship. In the beginning, it really looks like they’re enemies, but in the end it’s just big heart-eyes between the two. They tried to put a love triangle with a cool female J-Tech into the movie and I was already why? but they resolved this rather self-mockingly so I’m okay with it.

One pilot dies, which is a pity because it’s Karan Brar’s sweet Suresh, but on the other hand it’s maybe a bit too little considering that they’re fighting against two Kaiju Cat. IV and one Cat. V which later fuse together to a Super Kaiju. But this is Science Fiction, what’s even realistic here?

The fight scene was fantastic, lots of eye-candy and really fun to watch. Much building and landmark destruction - which del Toro tried to avoid - but this is Steven S. DeKnight’s playground. It’s a little harsh on Tokyo, though. It had just been (probably unrecognizably) rebuilt after Onibaba’s attack.

The climax is: the Super Kaiju heads for the Fujijama to set in motion a chain reaction. The goal is to bring to explode all the volcanoes along the pacific rim to flood the earth with toxic fumes and to accomplish the mission of the Precursors. Except that Hermann - sweet, sweet, Hermann - has come to the same conclusion, but he brings Kaiju Blue and rare earth elements together to make the new rocket propulsion that catapults the Jaegers from China to Japan and later G Avenger to the Fujijama.

Apropos, the Jaegers: I didn’t mind their smooth motions at all once I saw them in the entire battle, not just in cut sequences. Still think that Bracer Phoenix is the cooles dude on earth - the three pilots even make a slide as their entrance signature move! I also like Saber Athena, she has a bit the mentality of a cat to her. Guardian Bravo stays a bit drab and G Avenger is nothing like G Danger, except maybe the looks. Which is cool, if they had given her a different name, therewith also avoiding the g-slur once and for all.

And...that’s it. For the moment. I just needed to sort through my thoughts and comprehend what I’ve just seen.

P.S. They have included the OST of PR but modified it a bit and it’s super cool!

[kylerfey]

Some JB fan fiction with a tinge of Lovecraft

The publisher of my recent Commander Jace and the Unsuitable Boys books shares my fascination with Bieber. A few years ago, he wrote the following piece right after JB was arrested for DUI in Florida. In this alternate history, he imagines JB having quit being a pop star at that point and taking up a new pursuit: the study of occult texts. This was posted in a slightly different form on his LiveJournal at the time of its composition along with a copy of JB’s mugshot from the DUI arrest. I inserted different pics: shirtless JB on a skateboard and shirtless JB smoking a cigarette in a bathroom. Fletcher has authorized this reposting.

You Will Find That Heart/Smiley-Thing Deep in Here, XOXO JB

by Christopher Fletcher

Woven into the recovered texts of A-Star/Nemesis—where the unknown author famously makes an extraordinary observation about a universe where “dark planets rolls without aim, where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or luster or name”—is a concept with which I utterly disagree. I can say now, as the world unwinds around us, that there really is an aim after all. It’s just one in which humans will have no place.

           —Justin Bieber, PhD, from The Diary of Fthaggua (M-Brane Press, 2022)

 When Jay presented you, at the Xmas Eve party a couple years ago, the next year’s Justin Bieber calendar, you were both amused and acutely embarrassed. Because it was a light-hearted gesture, honoring with well-intended humor the fact that you had unabashedly declared yourself a JB fan some time ago and were willing to admit it to anyone and stand up for its legitimacy against any opponent. And because you know that it’s likely an ongoing source of derision that you are too old, too serious, too old, too smart, too old, too professionally accomplished, too old, too cerebral and brainy, and mostly just plain too goddamned fucking old to be a belieber. It was like being handed a piece of pornography, by someone who knows exactly what kind of porn you’re into, in front of a whole bunch of other people who do not now and will not ever get your weird kink.

Your favorite months are June and September, especially September where he wears Wayfarer sunglasses like yours.

Because you are very busy with work and life—and because you are not a consumer of the kind of media where the foibles and failures of celebs are celebrated—you miss for a few days the news of JB’s arrest in Florida for drunken driving and resisting arrest. People close to you are amused that it falls to them to fill you, of all people, in on the latest of a series of ridiculous calamities surrounding this young man. You have to tell them that despite what they’d assumed was a deep and abiding fandom on your part, you just plain hadn’t heard about it yet. But when you get a few free moments away from anyone else’s gaze, you google the fuck out of the situation and find his mugshots. Though you’d not admit it to anyone else, you are relieved and delighted that he looks—even under the duress of drunken incarceration—not like a bleary-eyed loser like most people do under those conditions, but kind of pretty and sweet and crowned with mostly intact hair. He smiled for the cop cam.

This was about the last you’d hear of JB for a while. The incident supposedly motivated him to change his life, and part of that change was receding from pop celebrity. He cancelled his remaining performing and recording schedule. He declined media appearances and interviews. You remember hearing that he had decided to devote himself to matters of “faith and philosophy,” which you’d naturally assumed was some kind of meaningless fake-ass nonsense well in line with his previous professions of a sort of cheesy pop star Christianity.

You remember liking a lot that full-page pic of him in his book Just Getting Started where he is on stage and he looks wet, sweat-slicked, very earnest, and yet behind him is a big lit-up sign that says PRAY. In its caption, he tells you that he is living proof that dreams come true. You cringe at this naïve cliché and you are embarrassed both for him (for saying it) and for yourself (for reading it and owning a copy of the book). He tells you to believe and to pray, and you cringe, believe and pray and pray and all  your childish dreams will come true, but he’s so fucking beautiful anyway, so you ignore this patent moronic nonsense and you decide, once again, once again, one more time, one final time, to like him anyway because he has, at least, a gorgeous voice even if he’s dumb as a bag of hammers. You occasionally still enjoy “As Long as You Love Me”  and “Boyfriend” when they recur on your playlist, but you assume that the next time you’ll see any sight of JB is when he is eventually dredged up as an F-list celeb alongside a hundred-year-old Joan Collins, a a fat and drunk Marilyn Manson and one or another stupid Big Brother “star” for a season of Celebrity Cook-Off hosted by an ever-more-raspy Guy Fieri.

And of course some hot new kid quickly emerges to fill the Bieber niche, that pop-cultural hole that must always have a lithe young male archetype, and after a year or so of no new news of him at all, everyone quits caring about or even looking for the whereabouts of Justin Bieber, former pop star.

You come home from work late on Friday night—after cooking an Ancient Roman wine dinner or some such pretentious nonsense—and J says: “Can’t wait to tell you this shit: Your Boy has moved in behind us, in the house across the alley!” You honestly don’t know to which one of “Your” “Boys” he may be referring since that is the language he uses for any dude that he thinks that you might possibly think is cute. It could mean any of several thousands of dudes. It could be anyone. But seeing your exhausted confusion, he clarifies: “The Biebs. Fuckin’ JB. Here in Argos-Bellona, here in our back yard! Just moved in today.” And you again feel way behind on current events because this was supposedly widely reported on Channel 5 and on Next Door Dot Com. Stunned, you look out the back door, across the alley. Through a window in the house across the way you see a silhouette in motion that you can imagine matches JB’s.

You locate online and start reading daily the copious blog posts of the new Justin Bieber, the former pop celeb who now lives across the alley from you, whose backyard is in full view of your second-floor balcony. One day he writes,

           “The Outer God Nokkthathuas, typically represented as a blood-tinged cyclone or a shroud of blowing red dust possibly concealing some sort of unseen, unconscious creature, is perhaps a more appropriate entity for consideration nowadays—as the Dust once again threatens to enshroud the planet—than great Cthulhu itself, but the fanatics of the Cult Cthulhu will not give up their adolescent fantasy that they are finally getting noticed by the gods. They bear a mutant baby and they think it means love from the Void.”

And, yeah, nearly all of it is just as impenetrable as that passage.

One afternoon you sit on your balcony and gaze across the way. Behind his own house, JB sits at a table in his backyard. He wears nothing but board shorts and sunglasses, as if he might be ready for a swim, but you suspect (to your despair) that he is never going to get wet in that in-ground swimming next to his table. Because when he sits at that table he does nothing but type and click on a laptop computer. Sometimes he does this long into the evening.  Sometimes, after he has stopped for the day, you check his blog and see that he has just added another long and abstruse post about Cthulhist theology. On Twitter he might say something like, “Some people still want some kind of heart or smile from me. It’s fuckin’ comin’.”

 You go to a local bookshop where you have an appointment to read aloud passages from your novel The Days of the Dust and the Diane Rehm Show and hopefully sign copies of the book, purchased by real readers from the merchant who invited you there. Hardly anyone to date has bought it yet so you hope for a small breakthrough here.

The bookstore manager has arranged several rows of chairs in front of a table that you sit upon cross-legged and read to the guests. The passage you choose involves a dangerous, revelatory encounter between two young men aboard an airship cast in the form of a dream about alternate-history ancient Greeks who are uncovering an ancient horror on an asteroid that rolls in the dark between the Earth and the Moon.

In the front row sits JB. He is somewhat disguised, a Cardinals baseball cap pulled low on his forehead, Wayfarer sunglasses, but it’s plainly him. You attempt to avoid glancing at him too many times, deciding to observe his obvious desire for anonymity since no one else seems to have realized who he is. Honestly, you think, no one but you would probably care even if they did know. He listens to you read, occasionally taps on an iPad resting on his lap. During the question/answer period, he doesn’t ask any questions. Afterward, he buys a copy of the book but he does not get in line to have you sign it.

After he leaves, the bookstore manager says, “That dude who was sitting in the front, the one with the Cards cap, looked exactly like Justin Bieber.”

“I guess it could have been him,” you say, and the guy just laughs. Maybe he doesn't know that JB actually lives in the city now. Or maybe he just can’t picture JB coming into his store for any reason.

Later that night, you take a look at the blog and read this headline:

           “Nokkthathuas and the Zeppelin: A-R Kanayda Shrouds a Deep Truth Inside a Family Drama.”

His first paragraph: “This evening I listened to the author read from the book at a local bookstore. Even though I’d already read it, I kind of wanted to see the person who wrote it in person, speaking aloud some of its weird words, hearing his actual human voice saying these things.”

Below this paragraph, inset within the post, is a picture of you from that night’s reading copied from a fresh post on your own website. You feel, for just a moment, quite nearly as embarrassed as you felt about the calendar at Xmas that year because you understand that you are actually thrilled and flattered to appear on JB’s blog. On the new JB’s fuckin’ blog, which makes not a lick of sense. You’re a fucking fanboy so you do not care that what follows—his nine thousand word review/analysis of just one short segment of your novel—is nearly incomprehensible, freighted with Cthulhist analysis. And you love the fuck out of it when he cross-posts his new entry—about your story—to Twitter with the comment: “There’s a weird smiley/heart thing deep in here.”  You could just die. Die.

 One night you have a lengthy dream in which JB intermittently appears in various roles and guises: college friend, co-worker, boss, lover, brother, son. At one point, shortly before you awaken, he is leaning into you as if to hug you, and you permit this hug and you also permit him to kiss you in an awkward hesitant manner until you both eventually agree to this intimacy fully and kiss wetly with fully open mouths. The streaming spit between you becomes somehow thick and sticky and stringy like strands of rubber cement or semen. It thickens until your faces are bound together in a gluey mass from which you try half-heartedly to escape.

About a week later, you daydream that maybe you could really someday quit your day-job and take up the novelist life because JB’s endorsement has somehow caused Days of the Dust to rise into Amazon’s Top 100 in both Literature and Science Fiction and it looks like you might actually get a decent royalty payment for the first time ever in your life. But then a week or so later, it falls down into the top 30,000 and then down into the top 100,000 and then continues to plummet from there into the millions. But you have another one ready to publish and you can just go ahead and use JB’s endorsement of the first one as a cover blurb on the second one, and so it goes.

You go to the grocery store after work, very late and in a hurry for a shortcut for the pasta dish that Jay wants tonight. You peer at jars of various pestos and pickles and olives and other cured and marinated things at the Italian kiosk where a store chef has prepared samples of porcini mushroom/chicken risotto for the customers. You wonder if there is a container of something flavorful and piquant and oily that you can just dump into a pan with whole-wheat rotini and parm and be done with it.

JB says, “This looks really good, but I have no idea how to make it.”

You look up, turn around, and see him. He looks exactly like he did at the bookstore reading, sunglasses, Cards cap, t-shirt, board shorts. And he is looking at you. And his comment about not knowing how to make something was, in fact, actually spoken to you. Then you realize that you did not change clothes before you left work and that you are wearing a dirty green chef coat and black pants with pictures of fish printed on them. Of course, upon interacting with JB in person for the first time, Fucking Of Course! you’d look like this. And, Of course: he certainly thinks that you are the store chef who is handing out the risotto samples because that dude is not at his station at that moment.

“It’s not that hard,” you say, checking quickly to make sure that you even know for sure what “it” is. The display surrounding the risotto samples has all the stuff that the store wants you to buy to make porcini/chicken risotto. But you disapprove of how it’s really just a bag of some kind of fake-ass risotto product to which you add chicken and the store-brand cheese. You disapprove of the lack of fresh mushrooms, white wine, freshly grated cheese, fresh parsley. “It’s not that hard,” you say again. “But this isn't the way to do it.”

Though you resist the act of literally taking his hand in yours, the effect is similar as you lead him around the store and drop items into his hand basket: Arborio rice, shallots, garlic, assorted earthy shrooms, flat-leaf parsley, a box of chicken stock, a bottle of pinot grigio, a tub of grated parmesan. “It’s easy,” you adhere, “as long as you remember that you need about three times as much stock or other liquid as rice. What kind of kitchen equipment do you have?”

“I have everything,” he says. “I’m just not good at using it.”

“Just remember,” you say, “to not skimp on the heat when you start the initial sauté.  Heat is your friend. And don’t lose patience with the rice. It will be correct at about twenty-two minutes. Google some directions or a YouTube vid if you don't remember exactly what I have told you.”

           Fuck no, he says, you need to come to my place and show me.

Stopped, as they say, “dead in your tracks,” you say this next thing, feeling like a totally stupid tool: “Um. I don’t know about that. But maybe. Do you live in the neighborhood?”

           You, he says, know goddamned well where I live.

When you finally return home that evening, Jay has already eaten dinner. You are amazed that his mood is good and that not a word is spoken about how late you are.

He does not ask what kept you, does not disparage the fact that the groceries that you brought home are too late for tonight’s obsolete plan. He does not inquire as to where you were, and so you do not have to tell him right now the truth that you followed JB to his home behind yours and that you were at once excited and creeped out when JB changed clothes in front of you (which consisted only of removing his shirt and swapping one pair of shorts for another) and that you were delighted to guide his hands, your long arms wrapped around him from behind, as you taught him how to properly chop an onion and smash a garlic head, and how proud you were that you actually did not get a hard-on and knock it against the small of his back while you were doing this. Because no one would have believed you about that.

And how, when you said goodnight just before you drove your car around the corner to your own house, you did not, emphatically not, accept his offer of a kiss goodnight, your kiss-spit remaining just a gluey rubber cement dream.

 END

[wittypenguin]

Flash Gordon (1980)

I have never seen this. Ever. I had some expectations going in because it had been referred to by many people over the years, but these are basically unedited and verbatim notes as I watched the film, often with time references for those who wish to follow along with their own viewing of this cinematic milestone (and God help you all).

So… this is, at its core, a ‘comic book hero film’ sort of thing, much like Marvel or some such, except it’s totally aware of its ridiculousness, apparently. The character began as a comic strip character, then Universal bought the rights to transition it into a movie serial, which would have been seen weekly at the cinema prior to a matinee feature [plus, apparently even the evening shows]. I’ve actually seen a partial run of the Buster Crabb “Flash Gordon Against Ming the Merciless” series (not sure if that’s the title), so I already have an entry point. At least, I think I do. Let’s find out. 

We start on Mongo and someone’s attempt at ‘serious computer graphics’ that is super simple, and I think I’ve seen out-performed on TRS-80s about three years later. 

QUEEN!! Sing along, people!

Weather and earthquakes on Earth are controlled by Ming. Boys will be boys, and he’s just having fun! Look at him go!

Why didn’t they put Freddie Mercury in the cast as someone like Ming? He’d have been great. What a missed opportunity. 

Ming has a “hot hail” setting on his weather-o-matic!

Huh. Ming is sending lava balls now. Unique!

Flash Gordon is not only on the cover of People, he’s also on this airplane. He’s chatting up the only other passenger: a lady travel agent. 

Who is this super-dreamy guy playing Flash? Is my gaydar supposed to be going off like this?

0:07:20 • So, when you were training to fly planes, Flash, did they tell you what CAUSES THE SKY TO TURN THE DEEP RED COLOUR OF BLOOD…‽

0:08:00 • Topol, previously seen as ‘Tevya’ in Fiddler on the Roof, is playing a ‘fringe element’ scientist whose theories are called “insane.” Well, let’s hear from him, shall we? [:: blah blah blah::] Yup, checks out! He’s been arguing for years that the Earth will be attacked! Okay, he’s right about it, but… he’s a nutbar. 

Who is playing Munson? He’s great! [turns out it’s William Hootkins, best known as ‘Red Leader’ in Star Wars, with the memorable line “Almost there… almost there…” in the run through the trench to drop a missile down the throat of the Death Star]

How does Topol immediately identify moon rock samples after they arrive in the lab both red hot and smoking? Also, how can he tell the moon is being hit by a ray of some sort? He’s got all the answers just a little too quickly. Is he a part of this attack plan? 

0:09:59 • Why is Munson running away, Topol? BECAUSE YOU’RE POINTING A GUN AND ORDERING HIM TO FLY INTO SPACE!

0:10:44 • I’ve just noticed that Flash is wearing a shirt with his own name on it. Is this to help him remember it, or to help people identify his body if he’s killed? Surely his rugged good looks would suffice?

0:16:20 • Okay, so they’re in space now, and I’ve just realized how co-ordinated his outfit is to the one the lady he rescued is wearing. It’s almost like it was designed that way. 

I’m impressed with the model work in this. This is only a couple of years after Star Wars, after all. 

0:18:00 • The whole landing on Mongo sequence has got to be a double of the original Buster Crabbe one. I remember the ship coming in like a plane, rather than landing like a rocket might. 

Oh good, Flash has introduced himself to Dale again. This is at least the second time he’s done it. In case she can’t read his shirt, I guess. 

0:19:44 • Oddly, the first thought one might have is fairly unlikely to be ‘is this organized as a police state which I can lead in a campaign of open revolt?’ The local government system model really wouldn’t be what I would focus on, guys. 

Huh! A floating orb. With eyes. And speech. 

John Hallam, Brian Blessed, and Ted Carroll in Flash Gordon (1980)

0:20:50 • Leather boys with wings & helmets? There has to be a name for this kink. They are a group of kinksters, right?

Brian Blessed’s beard has never been so large. It’s possibly bigger than his voice!

Oh! They see ’re ‘Hawkmen!’

Who’s this gold-Chrome version of Skeletor…? Klytus is his name. [played by Peter Wyngarde]

There’s a small person named ‘Fellini.’ [played by Deep Roy; no, really, that’s his name] Okay…

0:27:30 • What in blazes is Dale experiencing? Is she having an orgasm? [apparently she’s experiencing a idiom of a picnic with Ming, complete with food, etc]

0:32:30 • After a football sequence, complete with Brian Blessed having far too much fun with his mace, now Flash is in a jail, wearing some sort of upturned bucket on his head, which was designed to look even more ridiculous than an upturned bucket ever could. 

I’m not sure if this film influenced Terry Gilliam or Luc Besson more?

0:35:50 • Why is Flash now wearing leather bootie shorts? Is that de reguerre for Mongo executions?

0:41:00 • Dr Zarkhov’s memory is being emptied. “My mind is all I have!” If only he were a rich man…

0:52:20 • In the middle of a bunch of people wearing virtual reality headsets in a security office, there’s an old electric microphone from the 1940s. Sure!

0:57:00 • So, the tree people test a young man’s coming of age — after there’s some sort of circle jerk — by getting him to shove his hand into a massive stump and grab a poisonous thing.

Sorry, “wood beast.”

Leave him! He’s mine. I hunt him alone!

This is wonderful!

Sam J. Jones [centre, waaaaaay in the back] in Flash Gordon (1980)

So this ‘Arborio’ is a cross between Endor and the swamp planet of Yoda [above]!

1:10:00 • I think Flash has been eaten by the farty area from Labyrinth. 

1:10:30 • If insects were spacemen, these would be their ships [above]. 

1:12:00 • It’s good they’ve found a shirt for Flash which has a symbol of a lightning bolt on it. It’s not quite as good as a Batlabel, but it’ll do. 

1:17:00 • Somehow, Brian Blessed even grins loudly. 

1:18:40 • The death of Klytus is extraordinary!

1:22:00 • Ming’s outfit is a cross between a Soviet General’s, a Supreme Court Judge’s robes, and an explosion in a glitter factory. 

1:25:30 • A pillow fight on satin lamé sheets? Really?

1:28:30 • I’d love to know how they created all of these clouds! They look great! Maybe it was coloured milk or tempura in water? [turns out I was guessing correctly]

Also, there are so many faces that look really familiar. They must have pulled every spare character actor they could lay their hands on. 

1:34:30 • I’m a little confused about this campaign. They blew a hole in the side of the ship, went in, then they’re… what, exactly?

1:35:45 • I love the Houdini line, but it would be better if it had a longer gap before they went back to him again. 

1:36:30 • Did so many beads have to die to make one film?

1:40:20 • Freeze, you bloody bastards!

Well, that was a great line too!

1:41:30 • Pretty sure those button sounds are a touch tone phone. 

1:44:10 • I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch me fly…

1:45:30 • What was the countdown for? It really ought to have been clearer. 

1:46:10 • Who in the hell names their kid “Flash,” anyway?

1:47:30 • “The end…?” Really?

1:48:10 • Not enough Queen for my liking. But this part is good during the credits. 

1:50:00 • There are a great number of people who, like Topol, are credited using a single name. [13, to be precise]

1:51:22 • Over and… wow! That is ridiculous!

★★★★☆

[queerloquial]

every odd number!

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?you better have, we’re kinda dating 

3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?iunno, whens the last time you said something that made me go “cfghvjb fUCK yOU”?

5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?not to my knowledge, but if there is they can go fuck themselves bc idfc

7. What exactly are you wearing right now?vault boy tshirt, gray sweatpants. my regular comfy sleepwear stuff

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?i wear jeans anytime i have to leave the house, but if i dont have to go out in public and hide my wookiee legs i actually prefer shorts to either of those. i also rank chef pants higher than sweats bc they breathe better

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?i am antisocial as fuck, my dude. if i could get away with living in my bedroom and talking to like three people total ever, i so would

13. What about ‘R’?i think this is in reference to ‘have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with ___’, in which case, no. i have never kissed anyone, at least outside the “small child gives/receives cheek kisses from family or other adult considered to be basically family” sense

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?yEs. i give so many shits, all of the fucks, and even a couple hecks

17. When was the last time you cried?i think like a week and a half, two weeks ago it was like 2 am and i was tired n lonely and re-read some of ur letters to me. it was a happy cry dont worry. u make me do that a lot

19. If you could change your eye color, would you?nah i like blue

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.that stupid fuckening dog did not shut up for one damn minute after i let her out at ten last night. she barked for eight hours straight and for six i had a headache, i have slept a grand total of 32 minutes and it is now 7 am. hlep

23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?to my knowledge yes. unless “im going back to bed, love and kisses~” is secretly your way of breaking up with me :P

25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?you do~

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?it you

29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?i think i got it from fye at the mall. either there or gamestop. i dont remember

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?theyre lined up on top of my desk. the only thing hiding them is the handful of non-alcoholic glass bottles i also have collected

33. Do you want your tongue pierced?ehhhhhhhhhhhhh i kinda have a Thing with pain so i have a heavy aversion to getting anything pierced

35. Did you have a dream last night?no bc i couldnt fuckening fall asleep

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?idk my dude. the future is unpredictable

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?idk. maybe if ur still awake theres a chance but if ur not then probs not

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?i would hope so, ive been waking up before dawn every day to tell you i love u and i would hate for all that effort to have been for nothing

43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?in those words exactly, not that i can remember

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?yes, but theyre all from early high school and i really ought to go in and take them out but. effort. and i dont even really use facebook anymore

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?yes. all the time

49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?nah, two years ago i had a job

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?i think this was my dad? so no

53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?well when youve been aromantic for over 20 years you dont expect to develop a crush on ur cuteass mutual so

55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?all but two people irl think im a conservative straight cis girl

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?see number 13

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?yes

61. How’s your heart?emotionally its doing fine. physically i could probably stand to cut back on sodium a bit

63. Have you ever cried over a guy?no

65. Are your toenails painted pink?no, theyre black

67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?i wouldnt know, ive never been a girl and ive never had a boyfriend. but either way that sounds kinda weird, like i mean sure, promote healthy expression of emotions, but “love it when they cry”?? that sounds kinda messed up my dude

69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?a lady from my church whose dog im watching for part of this week

71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?it youuuu again

73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?lol no

75. Did you wake up cranky?a BIT YES. god i hate dogs

77. Are relationships ever worth it?hell yeah, but you gotta be willing and actively choose to put in the time and effort to support one another through all situations, not just the cutesy happy fun times. it can be hard work, especially if one or more involved parties are neurodivergent, but it is completely worth it to have a relationship based in genuine respect and trust and honesty

79. Currently wanting to see anyone?buddy there aint a day that goes by that i dont daydream of what itll be like when we can finally meet irl

81. Last person you cried in front of?if this is strictly about physically being near someone, and discounting headmates, then… i dont actually remember. i try my best not to cry where people can see

83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?i feel like you might be at least a lil bit

85. Are you over your past?well my brain is irreparably damaged and i still cry when i remember that i have at least one person who respects my feelings and consent and i generally try to block out all memories of life before college but for the most part yeah im totally over it :)

87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?well i would say no but then we did recently have that convo re: “tier 4 kinks” and tbh that was like the last big secret i was holding in so i guess yeah i do

89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?i dont remember the last person i kissed, if animals dont count, so im just gonna give a blanket no

91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?well i hope so

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?no

95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?ye~

97. Who do you have texts from?you, family, best friend, some people from church who have needed me to petsit/house-sit/bake things

99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?see #13

101. Ever kissed under fireworks?no

[ill-skillsgard]

Smoke & Money, Part 5 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Smoke & Money

Warning: 100% NSFW, some drug use, swearing, sex/fetish/kink type situations

Description: A young sex worker gets tangled in the dangerous web of a wealthy entrepreneur whose tastes push her past all of her known limits.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Sex was this shapeless yet intricate form of power that I had learned to wield at a young age. From my first discovery of softcore porn on late-night basic cable to the figuring out that I could use my pussy as a form of mind-control to hypnotize high school boys into buying me things. I didn't care if I was being manipulative or if some guy's ex-girlfriend called me a slut. There were many worse things one could be besides a slut. I had this natural power and I was unashamed to use it. At the time, it felt like pure magic. It used to be magical to me until sex became real work. I would clock in- check in at a dirty motel- do my time and clock back out, making sure my customer was satisfied and that I got paid for the performance. Over and over. I had been inside almost every out-of-date, no-star hotel in the entire county and afar, doing sexual favors for men who had no will or means to get laid by anyone who would do it for free. Sex had officially lost its luster to me until I met Bill. I thought that I would never want to engage in real sex ever again, not after all of the shit I had seen and definitely not without getting paid for it. I thought the entire idea of allowing another human to penetrate me had been jaded for good but I found myself wanting it more than ever. This was a new kind of torture and I wasn't sure how it was sitting with me. I had always been the one on the giving end, always the one with something to withhold. Now I was the victim and even though my cage was gilded and I had money practically flowing out of my fingertips, I knew I had willingly wandered right into a trap. Bill did not come for me or call me or send one of his people to talk to me about anything. The only thing I received was a package that contained a brand new cell phone the morning after our last encounter. I looked down at the staunch white packaging and then over to my old phone that I held in my palm. He had told me to get rid of my cell phone, so I did. I broke the screen with the heel of my shoe and when that wasn't enough I threw it in the kitchenette sink and ran it under a raging stream of hot water. He wanted nobody contacting me. No more clients. No more men. No more tricks for me because I had pulled the ultimate one. The fabled Sugar Daddy to end them all was now mine and me, his. It was a strange sensation to be done with it, to devote myself to only one person. But it started to get lonely up in my gilded cage and I longed for human contact. I had been having breakfast, lunch, and dinner all by myself at the Miramira Cafe for days upon days. I had sucked down every type of cocktail they offered on their menu and when I got bored of that I ordered room service. After the food was no longer a comfort I started to route around the Penthouse to see if I could find anything of interest. My hopes were to find something that belonged to Bill, but there was nothing. Every morning a pair of maids came in to take away my used towels, change the bed sheets and clean the bathroom and kitchen. They weren't enough to satiate my appetite for interaction however and their arrival only signified to me that another day without Bill had come and gone. Strange how it works, when you're constantly bombarded with people and their requests, you start to live in contempt of it but as soon as all that is taken away, the only thing that can set your mind at ease is the very thing you started to loathe in the first place. I was reaching a breaking point when I woke up one morning and realized that Bill hadn't come for me in almost two weeks. I looked through my new phone and there were no contacts. I had no pictures, no apps, no texts, and no calls. It was then I started to deeply regret destroying my old phone. At least on that one, I had some games to play and pictures of myself with old friends. That was it, I thought. I should meet up with an old girlfriend. Surely Bill didn't expect me to have zero contact with the outside world completely. After all, he hadn't made any effort to contact me in any way. So that was that I decided. I downloaded a messenger application and started going through to see who I wanted to talk to. I invited an old friend of mine out to lunch at a restaurant that was a few blocks away in the fashion district. At first, she declined, claiming she didn't have the money to spend fourteen dollars on a beer but I offered to pay for everything and she quickly changed her tune. Funny how call-girls flipped the switch whenever something free was involved. Oh well, I wouldn't hold it against her. I was just happy to be getting out of the hotel and into the city for some good old-fashion girl talk. I put on a nice new Versace dress, one of those super-tight tubes of material that zipped all the way from the hem to the neck and a brand new pair of violet crushed velvet Louboutin's with the classic red outsole. With my new phone and wallet thrown into a purse, I was ready to leave. Outside the door, there was nobody to be seen. It had been a few days since a bodyguard had been posted at the door. I had no more fear that my life was in danger and Bill must have thought so too. That was okay, I thought, I didn't want to have to explain to my friend why some big buff dude was following me around. In fact, after having given it some additional thought, I suspected that maybe my whole outfit was a little much too. I didn't want to give away too much information and she was the type of friend to poke and pry into anyone's business. Oh well, I thought, better keep my mouth closed. She was very happy to see me when we met at the restaurant. Her name was Paula and I had known her since high school. She taught pole-dancing and gymnastics at a studio in the downtown area so she was quite fit and always appeared as though she were being propped up on a stick. Of course, she made a big deal about my appearance as well. "Look at you, are those knock-offs?" She pointed at my glistening new shoes. "I wish they were," I replied. "Holy smokes, I don't remember you being so fancy looking. What happened? Did you marry an old rich guy?" Oh, if only you knew what I have been up to, sweet Paula. "There is a rich man in my life, let's just leave it at that." There was no point in me lying because in this day and age anyone could find out anything. I figured I would just be as vague as possible when answering any questions about my newfound fortune. "Damn, you look so sharp these days. It's been so long since we last got together." Paula bubbled. "I know, far too long," I agreed. We took a table on the outside patio since it was a warm and bright day and I simply did not want to be inside if I didn't have to be. Paula turned her nose up at the menu and implored me to allow us to go to another restaurant. After ten minutes of insisting it was fine, that I would pay for everything she sighed, sinking down in her chair. It was such a gorgeous day and I relished the feeling of the sun on my skin. I loved the company and endless chattering with Paula. It felt so good to talk to another human being, one that was genuinely interested in what I had to say, who wanted to hear my stories and had their own to share. The eyes from around the patio that settled on me were welcome too. I felt radiant and glad that I could finally treat somebody else to all of the lavishness that I had been receiving. I almost forgot how good it felt to give. Halfway into a bottle of wine, I noticed there was a table of men at the other end of the patio and one kept staring at me until I would look over and catch him, then he would look away. All of the buzzes of the street and people walking by with their children or shopping bags started to create a whirlwind of confusion, or maybe it was just the wine. Paula was babbling on and on about some event she was hosting at the pole-house she worked at but I was tuning in and out, casually sipping my wine and letting my eyes jump from person to person, from car to car, building to building and so on until I saw something, or rather someone familiar. "What's up?" Paula asked me as I squinted to see across and further down the street. There was a shiny black BMW parked a few storefronts down and the driver I swore had been looking at me. By the time my eyes focused, a bustling tram car stopped in the street with a line of a dozen cars behind it just waiting to get a move on. Could it have been Bill's driver? I wasn't sure but something sick and suggestive inside my gut screamed that it was but by the time the tram moved the BMW had its tinted windows rolled all the way up and was signaling to merge into the street traffic. "J? What are you looking at?" "I don't know... I thought I saw somebody I know across the street." Paula craned her neck around and tried to see what I saw but it was too late. "Hm, weird." She said, sticking her fork into her bowl of ridiculously expensive green curry. When I concluded that it was all just in my head, a hand touched my arm and I gasped, causing Paula to gasp as well. I looked up and saw the person who was trying to get my attention and smiled. "Jack? Wow!" I burst. "J, is that really you?" He asked. I stood up from the table and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. Jack was an ex-boyfriend of mine from high school that had remained my friend up until graduation. I remembered him as always being very gentlemanly and polite. He had grown up with all sisters and a single mom which I attributed to his sensitivity and grace. "And Paula, do you remember me?" Jack asked her. "Yeah, you were the guy with the really bad emo haircut right?" Paula giggled. "Yeah," Jack shrugged. "Good times, huh?" "Wow, it's so good to see you. What are you doing here?" I asked. "Oh, just having some lunch with a couple of buddies right over there." Jack pointed across the patio to the table of suited men that I had noticed. "I thought I recognized you but I wasn't sure," I admitted. "I guess my eyesight is starting to go." "Well, good eyesight or not, you are looking fantastic. You too, Paula." Jack offered a compliment. "Thanks, so do you. I'm glad you outgrew the emo phase." Jack laughed and reached into his suit pocket. "Well hey, I'm going to get back to those guys but, I would love it if you gave me your number so we can catch up sometime if you're alright with that?" "Sure!" I exclaimed and then wished I could retract my eager response. "Well actually, I don't have a phone at the moment." Paula looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and Jack guffawed. "I mean, I do, but it's not working right now," I attempted to hide my nervousness by fake giggling. "I've always been kind of dumb with new technologies." "How about this," Jack suggested as he produced an ebony fountain pen from his jacket pocket. "We'll do this really old school, in the spirit of all this great nostalgia. I'll write my phone number down for you and once you have your phone figured out, you can shoot me a text message." "Sure! Sounds great." I agreed. Jack scrawled his phone number down on a napkin and handed it to me. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face until he left to go back to his table, but not before giving me another really tight hug and saying goodbye to Paula. "Wow, small world I guess." Paula mused. "Right..." I looked down at the phone number that was already starting to bleed black ink into the soft material of the napkin. Suddenly all I could think of was Bill. Would he be pissed if he knew about the exchange? I decided I didn't want to think about it and stuffed the napkin into my purse. After lunch, I thanked Paula for accompanying me and we went our separate ways. I hailed a cab and once I got into the back seat and the driver asked me where to go I blanked. I didn't want to go back to the penthouse, the fear of boredom was always waiting to greet me there so I decided to take the cab a few blocks down and go shopping by myself. 

~*~ 

It didn't take long before I grew bored of all my new things, taking hedonistic bubble baths by myself, eating French food off a pushcart in my silky underwear, playing online games with kids half my age. It was coming up on three weeks that I hadn't heard a thing from Bill and it was starting to feel really strange. Where was he? Did he forget that I existed? Was I just one of many birds he had locked up in different towers all over the world? The more I thought about it the more I convinced myself I was just part of some prurient collection of mistresses that all worshiped at the feet of Mr. Skarsgård. I had no way of contacting him. Even the guard that had watched over me for the first week of my stay was nowhere to be found. I had no contacts in my phone. Then I remembered how it had all started- with a simple little e-mail. I could easily log into my e-mail inbox and find the address he had used to contact me. Maybe a strongly worded electronic letter would get him to come to see me, or something. I wanted to but a voice inside of me was screaming to not bother with it. If I crossed him again he could easily have me dropped back off on the street and my whole new world of rich material and expensive wine stains would dissolve and the prospect of enticing my benefactor along with it. It was all so very maddening, laying around in a five-star hotel suite, staring out the windows and wondering when I was going to be called upon again. All the money in the world couldn't fill the need I had and it only got worse as the days dragged on. I wanted to touch and have human contact. I wanted sex. I had never gone that long without it since I lost my virginity. At that point, I would have even been happy giving some random John a blowjob just to be able to hear some fucking gratitude. But I stayed in the penthouse, only leaving to go somewhere else to eat. I had no other responsibility in the world other than keeping myself alive and even though I was sitting in the lap of luxury, it didn't feel so lively. A month went by and I was starting to become friends with the hotel concierge and all the ladies at the front desk. I wondered what they thought of me. Did they pity me? Envy me? Did they know what I was there for? Did they know Bill? Did they have a phone number on file that I could use to contact him? There were so many questions that I wasn't sure I wanted the answers to. All I got were smiles each time I came back with another pair of new shoes. I got fed up by the end of the month when the Summer started to melt away the Spring and I had been living in a hotel shut away from the world. I wanted to go to the beach or do something fun but I was afraid to reach out. All of my friends were sex workers and if Bill knew I was hanging out with them there was a chance he might go off. Even Paula was away on vacation and I had absolutely nobody else to talk to except for the voices of unknown twelve-year-old boys playing the same video games as I was and most of the time they just told me to go fuck myself. The odd time that I actually took their advice was lackluster as well. The most expensive and high-end sex toys were not enough to fill the void. Masturbation was starting to get boring too. I deduced that I must have been starting to lose it. I was driven to the point of desperation. I hadn't heard from Bill in so long I almost forgot what he looked like. Swallowing my pride, I decided to e-mail him. Just one short and concise e-mail to remind him that I existed.

Where have you been? -J

I held my breath and pressed send. After the message left my outbox I set my phone down and hastily made it a point to distract myself with something else. I didn't want to sit around staring at my phone screen waiting for his reply. Instead, I played around on the grand piano even though I couldn't play a lick of anything even remotely song-like. When I gave up on that, I took a long steam shower. I assumed by the time I stepped out that he would have replied but when I checked I had absolutely no messages from him. I did, however, have mountains of unread e-mails from clients that I chose to delete without reading. I groaned and my dejected voice threw off the walls and came back at me, echoing my utter detachment from life and reminding me that I was so. Fucking. Alone. Bill did not answer me that night or the next. I dared not send another e-mail but after a couple more days I was ready to give up. I had gone out to buy a bigger suitcase just to pack all of my new stuff into. I thought if I just used his card to buy myself some prepaid credit cards I could leave it along with the phone he gave me and check out of the hotel. I could take a cab to wherever and forget about him as he had forgotten me. So that's what I decided to do. I threw all of my favourite shoes into the suitcase first and then all of my underwear, bras, lingerie, some comfortable outfits, a couple nice dresses and a bunch of toiletries stolen from the bathroom. It took some strength to get the suitcase zipped up but once I did it gave me a weird satisfaction. I dumped the contents of my purse on the bed and went through to make sure I wasn't taking anything that I didn't absolutely need. That's when I saw the bunched up napkin from the restaurant- Jack's phone number. A hundred different scenarios flooded my head and made it difficult to think straight. Maybe all I needed was one good lay and then I would be alright. I couldn't be expected to remain absolutely abstinent for Bill if he had no intentions of reaching out to me. It wasn't fair. Hell, it wasn't humane. I could not and would not deny myself my most basic needs. So I texted Jack. I was scared. But I was alone and being alone scared me more than Bill did. There was this mental itch that I couldn't scratch though because I was technically breaking his rule. I had to reason with myself when I got close to calling off my meeting with Jack. This wasn't a paid hook-up. In fact, Jack had no idea what I did for a living so there would be no pressure on either of us. Jack was good-looking enough to have a one night stand with. He was no Mr. Skarsgård but he would have to do if I were to remain of sound mind. I just wanted to be close to someone. I repeated a mantra over and over in my head on my way to meet up with Jack. It's going to be alright, it's going to be okay. I had told Jack to contact me on a messenger application instead of over text message. I didn't want to take any risks. I even went as far as to delete the previous texts from Jack and completely erase his contact information from the phone. Paranoia was beginning to bubble up inside of me, spilling over and making me think that what I was doing was wrong. No, I thought to myself. I am a grown ass woman and I deserve attention. Fuck Bill anyway. If he wanted to purposefully ignore me that was fine. It wouldn't have been the first time a client had had second thoughts about an arrangement. Although, I did get to thinking about the credit card and my indefinite stay at the Mira Hotel. If he was snubbing me, would I not have been informed that I had to vacate the penthouse? Or wouldn't the credit card have been canceled? Pushing all thoughts of Bill aside, I left in a cab bound for our meeting spot- a motel on the outskirts of town. Despite Jack asking me a dozen times to meet somewhere nicer for drinks, the decision was ultimately mine and I didn't want to waste any time with niceties and I especially didn't want him to think I was interested in dating him again. Sex was all I wanted and if I had it my way, I would be done and back at the Mira before the last call at the bar. I wasn't trying to be rude but there was no denying that I was succeeding at being selfish. The whole ride over was excruciating and I only thought about bailing a hundred times or more. I insisted that Jack check in and that I would meet him in whatever room he had. I even went as far as to ask the cab driver to drop me off a short distance from the actual motel so that I could walk the rest of the way. I knocked on the door of room eight and was greeted by Jack's smiling face but I was in no mood to exchange the courtesy. I walked straight in and closed the door quickly, much to his surprise. "Wow J, you really mean business. You sure I can't convince you to let me take you somewhere nicer? My buddy owns this really great bar uptown-" "No," I stated firmly as I locked the door behind me. Once inside I finally let my lungs deflate. Looking over at Jack, I could tell he was very confused and I didn't blame him for it. I had been incredibly blunt and devoid of any explanation. As if taking my sudden relaxation as a cue, Jack also let his shoulders drop, a smile creeping across his face. I stared at him, letting my eyes take every detail of him in from head to toe. Jack was handsome in that average way, with a symmetrical face and not the world's worst hairline but I couldn't help myself when I started comparing him to Bill. "I just want to be honest with you so that you know my intentions and you don't have to take any guesses. I really just need to get laid, right now. I don't want to pursue anything romantic... with anyone. Nothing against you, I'm just not in a position to be dating. Are you alright with that?" "Uh, yeah I guess," Jack said as he scratched the back of his head. I noticed his watch- knock-off. His suit looked decent from afar but up close I could tell it was department store brand. Why the fuck did I care? I tried to silence the fattened little bird in my head squawking out all sorts of pretentious drivel. He's not Bill. Bill's shoes cost more than his entire outfit. His eyes were dark brown and not at all like a captivating glass of expensive chardonnay. Fuck! "You do want to fuck me, don't you?" I asked him all the while trying to silence the stream of shit-talk silent monologue inside me. "Yeah... Yes. Definitely. Sorry, it's just... I've never done this before." "Never done what?" Jack laughed nervously. "I've never just met up with someone for sex." Throwing my purse on the table next to the bed, I turned towards him and smiled. "Don't worry, there's nothing to it. Now come here." When he started to kiss me I made a mental note of his stubble scratching me. He did not taste like cigarettes and liquor. He wasn't tall enough to have to bend down to reach my face. The bed squeaked like terrible violin strings when we sat down. All things I should not have been noticing. Shut up, shut up, shut up! After our clothes came off I kept my eyes mostly shut. Jack's fervor was not matched by my own. I laid on the bed and let him kiss my neck down to my chest and stomach. I thought, if I just kept my eyes closed I could imagine I was on that white stage of a bed back at the Mira Hotel and the person bestowing all the attention to my body was the person who had forced me into this situation. Yes, that could work. I could drift off like I always did. So I imagined Bill. It was not a crime. My legs were thrown over his shoulders and his face plunged down further. Bill was getting ready to eat me but not before pressing his lips to my inner thighs. I made the mistake of gazing down and it hit me hard that I was being a complete piece of shit. Jack was not unskilled but I just couldn't help myself wishing he would turn into Mr. Skarsgård. Pushing every thought aside, I tried to simply enjoy the sensation of somebody trying to get me off besides myself. It was difficult at first but once Jack flattened his tongue against my clit the sensation became strong enough to overpower most of my maddening inner struggle. That was until I heard something vibrating. Jack looked up at me, cheeks flushed and mouth glistening his work. I looked over towards the sound of the vibration and realized it was coming from my purse. I had never felt the blood drain from my face as hard and as fast as it did at that moment. "Oh shit," I said. "You want to get that?" I swallowed as much air as my lungs could hold and felt this sick wave of fear fill me up to the very brim, causing my feet to go numb and my hands to prickle. No, no, no, no. "J, what's the matter?" I could only focus on the sound of my phone vibrating at me with an imaginary vehemence. That sound that I had been craving for the last few weeks was suddenly one of the worst things that I could possibly hear. "N-nothing," I said when the vibrating stopped. "Are you sure? You look like you've seen a ghost." Then the vibrating started again. I was frozen, naked with my knees parted and unsure what to do. Jack was obviously not impressed by what was going on. "If you need to answer it just answer it already so we can get back to-" BANG. BANG. BANG. My heart slammed up against my ribs as though it were trying to escape my body. Jack had been startled as well and pulled away from me as I snapped my legs shut. "What the fuck is going on?" Jack demanded. "Open the fucking door, J." It was Bill's unmistakable voice booming from behind the locked door. "Oh my God. Get dressed now." I whispered to him. "If you don't open this fucking door now I will break it the fuck down." Jack scrambled into his pants angrily and didn't bother to fasten his belt. I could tell he was pissed at the intrusion by the way he approached the door and struggled with the lock. I did not move except to cover myself with the thin floral blanket of the motel bed. Once he had the door unlocked he was pushed back by the force of Bill entering the room, the driver of the BMW behind him, hand clutching something inside of his jacket. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, buddy?" Jack asked but was immediately shut down by Bill's agonizing stare. "If you don't get the fuck out of here in three seconds, my friend here will blow a bullet hole through your fucking face." Bill threatened. That was when I noticed that the driver had been clutching the handle of a gun in a body holster underneath his grey sport jacket. The driver looked at Jack with his strangely calm expression and that was enough to send him scurrying for the rest of his clothes. I watched as he scooped up his shirt and jacket, eager to leave the scene and me behind. "I'm not fucking paying for the room," was the last thing he said before throwing me a worried look and leaving. Once we heard the sound of his car pulling out of the gravel parking lot, the driver let go of the gun and instead laid his hand on Bill's shoulder. Bill looked at him and nodded, silently giving him permission to leave and shut the door behind him. I felt nauseous, to say the least, but with the gun out of the picture, I didn't quite feel like I was going to die. Although the fierceness of Bill's stare was enough to ensure my fear didn't dissipate too much. I could see Bill was searching for the right thing to say while he ground his teeth together, jaw muscles flexing with anger. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He asked me quietly. I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mouth had gone dry. "ANSWER ME!" "I don't know what to tell you." I offered. "You better come up with something fast," Bill said as he removed his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair that was next to a small desk but not before removing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from one of the pockets. I cringed back, stuttering and scared as he lit a cigarette. "You... You left me. I don't fucking know! You were gone for so long... I just couldn't," I tried to combine my thoughts but it was difficult when I was so obviously naked underneath the itchy blanket. "I said no more." "It wasn't a job. I asked him to meet me because..." "Because?" He urged as he exhaled smoke from his nostrils. "Because I was fucking lonely! I'm a person! I can't just hang around your big fucking fancy hotel all day and all night for days and days with no human interaction! I'm not a fucking pet!" "You're right because a pet would have more loyalty than you do, fucking whore." He spat. For the first time, that insult actually stung. Bill took a powerful drag off the cigarette one more time before stubbing it out on the particle board desk. "He wasn't paying me! I wanted to meet up with him." Bill scoffed. "Well, at least you had the decency to come to this filthy place to do your dirty work." "Dirty work? You want to talk about dirty work? You have people following me all over town! I can't go to a fucking restaurant without your little bellboy stalking me in the streets!" "And for good reason. I knew you wouldn't be able to honor our agreement. People like you are leeches. Sucking and sucking and sucking others dry until there's nothing left." "No, you're a leech! Worse than a leech... You expect me to pledge myself to you like you're God or something? Guess what? You're just a little boy with a nice piggy bank and no capacity for any human emotion. I am a fucking person with feelings and needs and I am not going to let you shut me away from the world because it amuses you! What kind of sick fuck does that?" "Your tone was entirely different when you were sucking my cum up off the floor like a trained dog." "Fuck you!" I shot at him. "This deal is fucking done." "Oh no it's not," He said as he started undoing the front of his pants. "I'm getting my money's worth from you." He ripped the blankets away from me, leaving me bare and exposed. I tried to grasp for them but he was too quick. Bill climbed up on the bed and I scampered backward to no advantage but to corner myself on the cheap wood headboard. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me closer. "You want to get fucked? Is that all this is? You want someone to fuck you in this repulsive motel room? Hm?" He shook me but I couldn't answer. "You want somebody to make you cum?" I grasped at the hand closing around my windpipe. He didn't let go until my face was red. I gasped when he finally released me. "I can't leave you alone while I'm away on business or else you'll call up someone else to come take care of you? Do I mean absolutely nothing to you at all?" "No... I-" "I stopped by the room and saw you had all your things packed. You weren't planning on leaving, were you?" "I... I don't know." "You were going to leave with all of the beautiful things I bought you?" I looked away from him but he grabbed me by the chin and forced me to keep watching. "That is really, really mean. What happened to my good little girl, huh? Where's my nice, obedient girl?" The contempt I had been feeling for him was slowly starting to melt away. I stared into his eyes and instead of fear or anger, I felt something different. Something that I couldn't quite describe. It was driving me back to that feeling of lust for him. It made me want to do things for him that I would never do for any other man. Watching his lips and his face, being pinned by his body and unable to go anywhere or do anything besides sit there and listen to his voice was maddening in a way that made me wet. I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to lash out but I could not. He pushed his hand into the front of his pants and I could do nothing but observe. His eyes burned holes into my own, one hand on the headboard, his long arm acting as a barricade between me and the door and the other hand working inside of his designer pants. I tried to reach out to pull him closer but he pushed his weight off the headboard and instead knelt in front of me, continuing to stroke himself without allowing me to see. "Tell me where my good girl is." "Here." "Tell me what my good girl wants." "You. I want you." "Tell me what you would do for me." "Anything. I would do anything for you, Daddy." "You've caused all of this drama simply because you want Daddy's cock so badly?" He dragged out the last two words, eyebrows raising in question. "...Yes." He hummed appreciatively and got off the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. His pants fell low enough for me to see a light trail of hair that led my eyes further down. Once he was shirtless he beckoned me forth and I scooted my body towards the edge of the bed where he was standing. "Open that mouth for me." He whispered. I let my jaw hang open and watched as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. I got closer, letting my tongue loll out of my mouth for him. He bit down gently on his bottom lip and slid his shaft over my tongue and then again slowly. I felt every pulsing vein and curled my tongue around what I could until he pulled away again. He leaned down and cupped my chin, keeping my mouth open so he could land a warm bubble of spit right on my tongue. I couldn't help but smile as he bounced the head of his cock off my dripping tongue a few times. "I'm going to fuck you." He stated. "Not because you deserve it. I'm going to fuck you because you are mine and I promise the next person that tries to take you from me will be one sorry son of a bitch, understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "Do you think I'm playing?" "No." "I am not a man that likes to be fucked with, J. I'm serious." "I know." He gazed at me as though he did not really believe that I understood but that didn't distract him much. He took my hand and guided me to standing, taking my place sitting on the bed. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and for the very first time, I saw him completely naked. Before I could really admire his body, his long limbs, and his milky skin, he pulled me closer by my hips until I was forced to straddle him on the bed. I felt his hard cock touching my inner thigh and bristled with arousal. Feeling him slowly penetrate me was the most satisfying fullness I had ever known. Inch by inch I sank down on him, finally getting what I wanted- what I desperately needed. He purred from the sensation as well, looking up at me with his wide eyes, encouraging me, smirking at how quickly I abandoned all the walls of professionalism that I had worked so hard to build. I didn't care. I was beyond the point of trying to deny myself. This was something entirely different than any arrangement I had ever agreed to. Something magnetic about this man broke me down. Once he began thrusting up inside of me I lost all sense of the world around. Nothing existed but him and I. Not even the dinginess of the motel room was enough to distract me from the fact that his cock was filling me finally. None of my rules applied and apparently neither did any of his. We writhed together and moaned, both enjoying the snugness of a penetration that seemed long in the making. I felt his hands caressing smoothly down my back to rest on my ass, helping him push himself into me further until there was no room left. He leaned back a little to take me in, only stopping his thrusts to squeeze my breasts and pull my mouth to his. He stopped all movement besides what it took for him to kiss me with his hand threaded through my hair. Suddenly he flipped me over so I was on my back, pulling out of me. He stared down at himself and admired the wetness. "Look how much your pussy loves my cock. You're fucking soaked." I lifted my legs and held them apart, showing him that yes, my pussy was dripping wet for him. He knelt down and slowly ran his tongue over my juicy pink folds, lapping up liquid only to let it fall back down from the tip of his tongue. The sensation of that tongue gliding over my clit even once was shocking but when he drew little circles around it I couldn't control the way my nipples perked and my spine rose off the bed. It felt so fucking good. I had almost forgotten what it was like to get eaten out. The visual part of it, his gorgeously lush lips enclosing my most sensitive part as his murky eyes stared up at me was almost too much to handle. He knew how obscene he looked and made a show of flicking his tongue back and forth over it. "Don't tell me you want to come already?" He pulled back from me when my squirming got too uncontrollable. "I'm trying not to." His tongue snaked out and pushed inside of me. The feeling was hot and made me crave the deepness he had given me before. I longed for him to at least slip me a finger but I knew that we were playing completely on his terms. "Don't you dare come yet." I nodded and he rolled me over on my stomach, spreading me apart and sinking his middle finger inside of me. I groaned with satisfaction. "Your pussy is mine. You hear me? Your sweet, wet little dripping cunt belongs to me, doesn't it?" "Yes, daddy." I heard the sounds of wetness as he began working his finger in and out. Each time he came away with more and more wetness until he stopped and popped his whole finger into his mouth to suck off the juices he was eliciting from me. "Mm, pretty, tasty little pussy." I felt his weight shift the bed as he climbed over and pushed his cock back into me from behind. The feeling was unreal and unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I was no longer on auto-pilot the way I had been for years. The sensation was overwhelming. I had never wanted somebody as badly as I did at that moment. His thrusts got hard and violent and I cried out when he began striking my cervix with each forceful push. He grabbed both my wrists and held them together behind my back and I had no choice but to lift my head or have my face shoved into the motel bed as he fucked me ruthlessly. "My little fucking whore. My sweet little fucking cunt," Bill paused his movements, leaning over to whisper in my ear. "You're daddy's pretty girl, aren't you?" "Mhm... Yes, daddy." I breathed. He fucked me relentlessly, whispering the nastiest shit I had ever heard against my cheek. I had gone dumb, mouth open, moaning as I felt him pounding in and out of me with no signs of fatigue. "My pussy..." He seethed. "Yes." "My wet fucking pussy." "Yes, Daddy. All yours." "Nobody's cock makes you this wet." He suddenly pulled out and stood up from the bed again. I looked behind me before turning around to face him. He towered over me, cock flushed and levitating at my eye level. I opened my mouth, inviting him to use it as he pleased and he obliged immediately, grasping the back of my head and pulling me down so it all but slipped down my throat, completely depriving me of air for a few seconds. When I came back up I gasped and stared up at him like I was taught in every porno that existed. He knew that I could handle so much more than what he was giving me. It was as though he was just realizing what kind of salaciously distasteful acts I was willing to perform, had he only asked. "I am going to fuck you until you're begging me to stop. I'm going to use that pussy and that mouth to come in so many times that it will hurt and when it hurts, I'm just going to keep doing it." I nodded eagerly, obedient and willing to accept all the punishment that he was promising. "Then I'm going to make you come. All over my face, my dick... Everywhere. You're going to come when I tell you to and as many times as I want." I knew that I was in for a very long night.