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♡⸝⸝ sparks and vows (bbh series!) ⊹。°˖➴

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 pairing: soloist!baekhyun x reader aka [✶] 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 content: 18+/MDNI. strangers to lovers, wedding!au, angst, fluff, exos and o/c's, pussy whipped baek, ex-playboy baek, ceo nepo baby reader, smut (tbh probs every chapter), language, scenes with alcohol +/or smoking throughout story, pretty tame tho tbh!!! ଘ(ᵕ˵ ૩ᵕ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ takes place right after the gala, slight exhibitionism? smoking, ex-fiance and his creature appearance, baekhyun’s a panty sniffer/thief 😭, this chapter is p much porn w a plot 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 wc: 5,600-ish? 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 a/n: dvsn has been on a heavy rotation whilst writing this chapter 🙂‍↕️🫣 but this specific song is so s&v bbh coded. also, i made a spotify playlist for this series :) link is above hehehehehehehehe <3 enjoy the filthy smut babes!! this chapter was supposed to be like double the wc but i think im just going to do shorter chapters and make the story have a few more chapters than intended hehe

s&v | mlist | ch.1 | ch.2 | ★ ch.3 try/effortless ★ | next

the after-party for the gala unfolded in a breathtakingly opulent space downtown, one of many jewels among the venues and clubs owned by hana’s family. this year, [✶] decided to actually make an appearance—a rare move. maybe it was the high she got from the gala’s overwhelming success—or maybe it was because she couldn’t stop thinking about baekhyun, his tantalizing performance replaying in her mind.

his voice had been like velvet, smooth and rich as it wrapped around each lyric. every note seemed designed to captivate, but it was more than just his voice—it was the way he performed. the way his body moved with such effortless precision, fluid and sensual, as if he knew exactly how to command the room’s attention. but it was the moments when his gaze would land on her, when he’d purposefully sing certain lyrics while locking eyes, that made her stomach flutter.

his entire performance had left her buzzing, her heart pounding, and she couldn’t shake the sensation. now, as she navigated the after-party, all she could think about was finding him again—if only to tell him how completely he had captivated her, how his voice had stirred something deep inside her that she couldn’t quite explain.

the room glowed with soft, golden light, casting an enchanting shimmer over the crowd. the air was thick with the intoxicating blend of perfume, champagne, and the heady rhythm of music that pulsed through the night.

[✶] moved through the throng of revelers with graceful determination, her presence commanding admiring glances as she weaved across the dance floor. the room shimmered with luxury as guests—from the elite wealthy to influential figures and high-profile celebrities—mingled in elegant conversation. the hum of admiration brushed against [✶]’s skin like a gentle breeze, each compliment light yet resonant, making her feel as if she were wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and affirmation.

her dress—an elegant, flowing red piece that swirled with each step—seemed to ripple like liquid silver under the ambient lights. paparazzi flashes sparkled like distant stars, capturing moments of glamour that would be immortalized in magazines and social media feeds. she left behind a trail of congratulatory whispers and heartfelt compliments, each one a reflection of the night’s success and her undeniable charm.

as she approached the bar, the pulsating beat of the music grew more insistent, a vibrant counterpoint to the murmurs of appreciation that surrounded her. the bar itself was a sleek, modern marvel, its surface gleaming under the spotlights like a polished gem. behind it, an array of exotic cocktails and fine spirits awaited, their colors gleaming enticingly in the ambient light.

[✶] approached the bar with fluid elegance, her movements perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the party. the crowd’s warmth pressed in around her, a palpable buzz of energy and celebration that echoed the triumph of the night.

at the bar, bartenders worked with a practiced ease, their hands a blur of artistry as they crafted drinks with finesse. [✶] leaned casually against the counter, her eyes drifting over the room while she waited. the scene before her was a kaleidoscope of color, light, and sound—a dazzling celebration of glamour and excitement.

her gaze skimmed over the crowd, searching for hana or kyungsoo, but they were nowhere in sight. the club was packed, making it nearly impossible to spot familiar faces in the sea of elegant dresses and sharp tuxedos. the hum of conversation, mixed with the soft clinking of glasses, created a symphony of laughter and voices.

her thoughts wandered, hoping to catch a glimpse of baekhyun. she wanted to congratulate him on his mesmirizing performance, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again tonight.

her gaze lingered, momentarily lost in the sea of faces and silhouettes, until a familiar figure appeared through the crowd heading towards her. the unmistakable gait, the confident stride, the sculpted physique—each detail as familiar to her as her own reflection. as he drew closer, a radiant smile illuminated his face, the kind of smile that could light up a room. the kind that once meant everything to her.

no, it can’t be.

not him. not tonight.

she feels her breath catch, her chest tightening as mhery eyes lock onto the figure moving toward her. the stride, the posture—it’s him. daniel. she don’t even need to see his face to know. six months of silence, and of course, he’s here. of fucking course, she runs into him now, when she’s least prepared.

maybe he hasn’t seen mhere. maybe he’ll turn around and leave. if she just looks away, he’ll get the hint, right? god, why does he still walk like that—like he owns the damn room?

or she could leave. just slip away before he reaches her. she doesn’t need to do this tonight. she doesn’t need him dredging up the past, reminding her of everything she;’s been trying to bury. but her feet feel glued to the floor, like her body’s betraying her, forcing her to face him.

does she pretend not to care? should she act like she’s over it—over him?

she can’t do this. not now.

but she know it’s too late. he’s right behind her.

[✶] freezes, caught off guard, just as the barista slides her drink across the counter. the glass glints under the ambient light, its cool surface pressing against her palm, anchoring her to the moment. a part of her hopes—prays—that if she doesn’t acknowledge him, if she just ignores the familiar pull of his presence, maybe he’ll disappear. maybe this encounter will vanish as quickly as it appeared. but that’s not how this works, is it?

“it’s nice to see you finally enjoying yourself,” daniel’s voice cuts through her thoughts, dragging her back to the present. his eyes glint as they flick toward the drink in her hand. “i remember how i had to practically drag you to these events. and even then, you wouldn’t touch a drink without a little nudge.”

his laugh follows, a sound that once carried warmth, now piercing straight through her chest. she hates that it still affects her—the way it teeters between affection and teasing, the way it used to make her feel like he knew her better than anyone. but now, it just feels… hollow. mocking, almost.

memories flood back, uninvited. the exhaustion of hosting event after event, retreating back to their shared penthouse, drained, while he would head out to continue the night. she’d always insisted he go, that he enjoy himself, though she never imagined how far he’d take it. a bitter pang twists in her chest, the sting of those nights he’d spent tangled up with someone else—nights that shattered everything you thought you knew about him.

but she pushes it down, swallowing the resentment as she meet his gaze. there’s tension there, the kind that’s never fully settled—nostalgia twisted with a bitter aftertaste.

“nice to see you, too, daniel.” her voice is calm, each word measured and cool. she lifts the cocktail to her lips, the glass icy against her fingers, a contrast to the firestorm brewing inside her. the deep amber liquid swirls lazily in the glass, catching the light in a way that feels almost too fitting for this moment.

daniel shifts on his feet, the subtle discomfort in his posture betraying him. “look,” he starts, his tone softer now, more careful, “i just wanted to say…we should still be on good terms. our families are moving forward with the merger, after all.”

and there it is. the inevitable lee-kim merger, a union that was supposed to be our story. a high-society fairytale, where two hotel empires become one glittering entity. lavish galas, magazine covers, and seamless wealth—it was all laid out like a goddamn hallmark movie waiting to happen.

except they were never the perfect couple. and they both knew it.

she takes another sip, letting the burn of the alcohol dull the edge of his words, the heavy reminder of the life we were supposed to lead, the one that was never truly theirs.

yet now, the once-gleaming promise between her and daniel has tarnished, marred by the weight of their separation. what was once a vision of a dazzling future together now feels tainted by a bitter undertone. the merger—more than just a business deal—has become a symbol of everything that’s unraveled. the dream of a shared empire has transformed into a backdrop for unresolved emotions and lingering questions that neither of them have dared to address.

daniel’s eyes search hers, hoping, maybe even pleading, to find a spark of the easy camaraderie they used to share. but all she gives him is frosty distance, a cold echo of the fractured past between them.

she can’t bring yourself to speak. instead, she looks down at the polished marble floor, her gaze heavy with uncertainty, unable to meet his. the weight of her insecurity anchors her in place, rendering her speechless. all she can manage is a faint nod, her usual confidence momentarily swallowed by the tension of the moment.

daniel’s mouth hangs open as if he’s about to say something else, but before he can find the words, slender arms wrap around his waist from behind. the touch is soft yet deliberate, and a melodious, feminine voice fills the air. "there you are, i’ve been looking everywhere for you."

you watch as a woman glides into view beside him, her movements smooth, almost rehearsed. she emerges from the shadows and into [✶]’s line of sight, a picture of calculated poise. "oh, [✶]," min’s voice rings out with a tone that drips with false familiarity. her smile, though polite, barely masks the disdain lurking beneath. "you did an incredible job at the gala today. i’ve heard nothing but praise. so sorry we couldn’t make it."

her words feel like a slap coated in sugar. [✶] forces a smile, though irritation simmers beneath the surface. "thanks?" the word comes out sharper than she intended, laced with polite defiance. "though i don’t recall extending an invitation to you."

min’s smug expression falters for a brief moment, twisting into a mask of annoyance. the tension between them is almost palpable, hanging thick in the air. after an agonizing beat of silence, [✶] takes a swift gulp of her drink, the bitter taste burning down her throat as she musters the will to escape. she excuses yourself, needing to get away from the disheartening scene that’s unfolding before her.

the weight of everything presses down on her as she walks away—daniel’s betrayal, min’s false charm, the bitter taste of what could have been.

navigating through the crowd, her breath becomes shallow, chest tightening under the crushing weight of her emotions. questions hammer throughout her mind: how the hell could he bring the woman he cheated on me with here? and why the fuck would he even show up at all?

[✶] pushes through to the nearest exit, the door closing behind her with a sharp, final click. the stairwell before her is a stark contrast to the glitzy chaos of the party—quiet, cool, and empty. leaning against the cold wall, she let out a long, shuddering sigh. the air here is cleaner, fresher, and with each exhale, the suffocating pressure on her chest begins to ease. slowly, a sense of calm washes over her, the nerves settling as she savors the silence.

“feeling claustrophobic?” a familiar voice calls down from the top of the small flight of stairs.

[✶]’s heart lifts at the sound of baekhyun’s voice, relief washing over her. “yeah, something like that. i’m not really a fan of these kinds of events,” she replies, a genuine smile tugging at her lips as she glances up at him. she chose not to burden him with her troubles about daniel and his new companion. “what about you? hiding out up here?”

“same as you,” he says with a casual shrug. “just needed a break from all the noise. honestly, i’m not a fan of these things either, but how could i resist knowing you’d be here?”

baekhyun catches sight of the flush creeping across her cheeks at his comment, and his smile broadens, mischief dancing in his eyes. “have you already been drinking,” he teases, leaning in slightly, “or is that blush because of me?” his playful tone makes it hard to keep a straight face.

she raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. “maybe it’s a little bit of both. you do seem to have that effect on me. annoyingly so.” she playfully shrugs, savoring the banter as she holds his gaze.

baekhyun chuckles softly, a twinkle in his eye. “i was thinking of heading up to the rooftop for a quick smoke. wanna' join me? i promise the view will be much more romantic than this cold, empty stairwell.” he tilts his head slightly, inviting her with casual confidence as he reaches his hand out for her.

[✶] laughs, nodding in agreement. “yeah, let’s go.” she slips her hand into his, the warmth of his touch grounding her as he leads her up the stairs.

the rooftop was a bright oasis high above the busy city, surprisingly calm despite the lively party going on downstairs that they had just left. strings of market lights crisscrossed overhead, casting a warm, golden glow that danced across the space. each bulb hung like a tiny star, twinkling softly to create a canopy of light that transformed the night into a magical dreamscape. cocktail tables dressed in crisp white linens were scattered throughout, their gleaming surfaces catching the light and reflecting it back in gentle shimmers. trendy patio furniture, upholstered in plush fabrics of deep navy and rich charcoal, was arranged in cozy clusters, inviting intimate conversations under the starry sky.

her eyes widened as she took in the breathtaking panorama of the city’s skyline. the lights below stretched out like a blanket of stars, each building illuminated and shimmering against the dark canvas of the night. the air was cool and crisp, carrying with it a whisper of the city’s vibrant energy. this view would never tire her.

she turned her gaze towards baekhyun, a warm smile spreading across her face as she took in the view. the soft lighting casting down his features made him look so irresistible. "you were amazing earlier, by the way," she said, her voice soft but full of admiration. she settled onto the chaise beside him, her thighs brushing against his. “now i get why you’re so popular,” [✶] flirted, her eyes sparkling with playful admiration.

he offered a humble smile, the corners of his mouth lifting in a shy, almost boyish manner. a subtle blush crept across his cheeks, a delicate flush of pink that hinted at his embarrassment. he reached into the inner pocket of his coat with practiced ease, extracting a slender cigarette with a flick of his wrist. as he placed it between his lips, the dim light from the street below caught the gleam of the cigarette's white paper.

with a quick, fluid motion, he shielded the flame of his lighter from the gentle breeze with the palm of his hand. the tiny flame flickered briefly, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated his face in sharp relief against the encroaching darkness. the light danced across his features, highlighting the intensity of his gaze and the subtle lines of concentration on his forehead as he drew the cigarette to life.

baekhyun inhaled deeply, the ember at the tip of the cigarette glowing a fierce orange. he exhaled a plume of smoke, which swirled and dissipated into the night air, mingling with the shadows around them.

"well, i had to give it my all for my girl, didn't i?" he said, his voice blending playful confidence with genuine affection. he settled back on the chaise, leaning in closer as he carefully offered her his cigarette. "you really set the bar high the last time we met. all i did this week was rehearse for it. i was so nervous for tonight that i hardly slept at all."

[✶] let out a soft, melodious giggle, a sound that seemed to weave through the night air like a sweet, captivating melody. her eyes sparkled with amusement, their twinkle betraying her lighthearted teasing. she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smirk that was both charming and provocative. “'my girl'?” she echoed him, her tone light but edged with playful mockery as she takes a drag of their shared cigarette before handing it back to him. “geez, baek, you might want to take a girl out to dinner first before you start laying claim.”

baekhyun’s laughter rang out again, a deep, resonant sound that filled the rooftop with a warm, infectious energy. his voice carried a note of playful disbelief, a blend of incredulity and endearing affection. “whaaaat?” he responded, his tone both surprised and amused, the echo of his voice lingering in the night air. “and what about our night together last weekend, huh? i thought i did a damn good job claiming you then—”

his playful words were cut short as [✶] placed a hand over his mouth, her eyes wide with a blend of shock and amusement. “are you crazy?” she half-shouted, her voice tinged with urgency. “what if someone hears you?” her head whipped around, scanning the rooftop with a frantic energy. the only sounds were the distant hum of the city below and the soft rustle of the breeze. empty, just as they had hoped when they slipped away to this secluded spot.

baekhyun’s gaze softened as he looked at her, really looked at her. the moonlight highlighted the gentle curve of her cheek and the sparkle in her eyes, making her seem almost otherworldly, like a dream. he couldn’t stand the space between them anymore. her soft, inviting lips called to him with an irresistible pull, and he felt a deep ache to kiss her. the brush of her delicate hand against his skin sent a jolt of electricity through him, creating a tense atmosphere between them.

with a sudden, decisive movement, baekhyun stubbed out their cigarette, the ember hissing as it met the ground. he gently but firmly moved her hand away from his mouth, his touch lingering as if he wanted to savor the moment. his eyes locking onto hers, filled with longing and unspoken desire.

he reached out, his hands cradling either side of her face with a tenderness that belied the strength of his touch. the world around them seemed to dissolve into a blur of distant sounds and hazy shapes, leaving only the two of them suspended in this intimate moment. his fingers, warm and gentle, rested against her cheeks, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw with a sense of high regard.

the kiss felt soft and gentle, like the first snowfall, full of warmth and longing. he seemed uncertain about whether he should kiss her, but he couldn’t resist the strong attraction that pulled him closer. his tender touch showed his vulnerability, and the warmth of the kiss revealed just how deep his feelings were.

he braced himself for her to pull away, perhaps even to strike him with a forceful reminder that she wasn’t ready. but instead of rejection, he felt the subtle, reassuring pressure of her lips moving in harmony with his. her response was a silent affirmation, a gentle surrender as she leaned into his touch. in that fleeting instant, he sensed her melting into his embrace, and a realization dawned on him: she wanted him too.

when he finally drew back, giving them both a moment to breathe, his hands remained caressing the sides of her face, as though holding onto the lingering warmth of their shared kiss. "fuck it, let them hear," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with a raw, unfiltered desire. "i'm not trying to hide you."

she looked at him with an intensity that spoke of unspoken dreams and deep-seated longing. in that moment, her resolve crystallized, and she knew she couldn’t bear to keep him at a distance any longer. 'fuck it,' she thought to herself, echoing his words as she grasped his face in her hands. with a surge of urgency and an intense need, she closed the distance between them a second time, this time of her doing. pressing her lips to his with a passion that had been building beneath the surface all along.

what began as a tender, innocent kiss quickly ignited into a blazing inferno of passion. their lips, initially gentle, pressed together with growing urgency, as if they were both starved for each other's touch. hands roamed with a passion that defied reason, fingertips exploring every curve and contour of their bodies. their proximity was electric, the heat between them tangible as he pulled her onto his lap.

the fabric of their garments, once a mere formality, now felt like a stifling constraint against the searing intimacy they craved. soft, breathy moans escaped their lips with every caress, every touch that struck a sensitive spot, sending shivers down their spines. each sound was an indication to the mounting desire that drove them further.

baekhyun’s need was undeniable, pressing hard between her thighs as she straddled him, just as he could feel the heat of her damp core grinding down against him. the sudden friction made his breath catch, his chest rising sharply beneath her. a low hum rumbled from him, sending a shiver down her spine as his hands roamed up her legs, the touch electric. his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, slowly dragging it higher until he could cup her ass fully, giving it a firm squeeze that had her moaning softly into his ear.

his slender fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements with an unhurried precision, encouraging each roll and grind of her hips against his growing bulge. the wet fabric of her panties soaked through to his slacks, the mix of her arousal spreading with every slow, needy swirl. he knew exactly what he was doing—teasing her, drawing out her desperation, the game as much for his pleasure as it was for hers.

he loved seeing her like this, clinging to his shoulders with trembling hands, breathless and needy, her mind clouded with nothing but him. she whispered his name in broken syllables, the sound like music to his ears, and he reveled in it. every grind, every shift of her body against him brought her closer to the edge, and he knew she was barely holding on.

but baekhyun wasn’t in any hurry. he wanted her to come undone slowly, to make her crave him so completely that she’d be begging for more by the time he finally gave in. and she could feel it—that unspoken promise of what was to come, hanging heavy in the air as he watched her lose herself in the moment, every touch, every grind pushing her closer to her limit.

“baekhyun…” she whines, her voice a soft plea as her hips roll languidly against his, drawing a low, ragged groan from him. his thighs tense beneath her, and the sound is followed by a breathless, teasing laugh as he leans in, grazing his teeth along her jaw. "i know, princess," he murmurs, his voice a dangerous mix of playfulness and promise. "gonna take good care of you."

his dark gaze locks with her, heavy with intent, as his grip tightens on her hips. slowly, but with a clear hunger, he takes control, guiding her body to grind messily against his slacks, each desperate movement sending jolts of pleasure through her. her sensitive, clothed clit brushes over the hardness beneath his pants, and each touch feels like it's designed just for her, like her body was truly made for him.

baekhyun’s lips find her neck, nipping at her skin as her breath hitches, overwhelmed by the intoxicating closeness. "you're gonna make me cum, baek—please!" the words spill out between ragged breaths, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling a sharp hiss from his lips. another desperate swirl of her hips has him groaning deeply, the friction unbearable when she slowly grinds herself down onto his thick, clothed cock.

with a sudden pull, he drags her closer, the carnal need between her both tightening with each passing second. "oh, is that right?" his voice thick with amusement. "don't get too greedy, sweet girl. i’m not done with you yet."

baekhyun’s hands, driven by pure instinct, slide between her thighs. she responds immediately, parting her legs wider to give him full access, a silent plea for more. his fingers brush over her soaked panties, and he lets out a low, satisfied groan, the sensation only stoking the fire burning between them.

he knew how wet she was—he felt it when she was grinding against him, the way her body was shamelessly pressing into him. but now, with his fingers grazing her damp heat through the thin fabric, the reality hits him in a way that has his pulse spiking. she’s drenched, practically dripping with need, and as he slips a finger under the material to touch her bare skin, he realizes just how ready she is for him.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath, voice tight with barely-contained desire. the feel of her slickness against his fingertips is overwhelming, making the moment crackle with intensity. he circles your swollen clit slowly, teasingly, watching her expression twist with pleasure, the way her body reacts to every move he makes.

"you’re so wet for me," he growls, the words rough and needy as his fingers dip lower, collecting more of your arousal. "i could’ve sworn i felt it earlier, but this… this is something else." his lips twitch into a wicked smirk, clearly enjoying how worked up she is beneath his touch.

her hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him. and baekhyun, ever the tease, obliges—but just enough to drive her wild, not enough to give her what she’s really craving.

"patience," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear. "i'm not finished making you fall apart for me yet."

baekhyun gently laid [✶] down on the chaise, his movements deliberate and tender. he carefully dismounted, kneeling in front of her with an almost reverent gaze. his fingers, deft and sure, began to lift her dress, his touch sending shivers across her skin. he slid her panties aside with practiced ease, the fabric brushing against her skin with a soft whisper.

"baekhyun, w-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and growing awareness. “here? right now?”

baekhyun's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her arousal, her sex glistening with an urgent sheen. with a deliberate, almost ceremonious motion, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his touch both possessive and tender. "i told you i was going to take care of you," his face dangerously close to her core. the delicious sight before her driving her to the brink of insanity. "try to stay still for me, my girl," he commanded, his voice low and sultry.

baekhyun's heartbeat pounds in his ears as he instructs her to arch her hips, his voice low and commanding. she complies, letting him slide her panties down her legs with a deliberate slowness. he doesn’t even hide the wicked grin as he brings them to his nose, eyes fluttering closed while he inhales deeply before slipping them into his pocket. the sight makes her cheeks flush with heat.

"perv," she teases, biting her lip to hide the smile creeping onto her face.

“better get used to it,” baekhyun smirks, his voice dripping with sin. and before she can respond, he’s between her legs, wasting no time. she barely has a second to process what’s happening, her mind racing with the realization of just how exposed and vulnerable she is—they are. she glances around the rooftop, a quick check to make sure they’re still alone, but the feeling of baekhyun’s hot breath ghosting over her bare skin snaps her back into the moment.

he licks his lips, the hunger in his eyes making her pulse race. without another word, he leans in, delivering a slow, teasing kitten lick along her slit, and it sends an electric shock straight through her. her body reacts instinctively, arching toward him, desperate for more.

her breath quickens, chest heaving with anticipation as his mouth begins its slow, torturous exploration of her body. his lips trail soft kisses along the insides of her thighs, feather-light touches that only heighten her need. when his mouth returns to her soaked heat, it’s with a new intensity. he groans against her, his tongue swirling with a sinful hunger, and the sound vibrates through her core.

the way baekhyun devours her—his lips, his tongue, the hum of satisfaction vibrating from his throat—has her head spinning. every moan of his is muffled against her, swallowed by her body, while his breathless praises spill out like worship between each kiss onto her pussy. “you taste so good, baby. so fucking sweet for me,” he groans, his words sending shivers through her. “i can't believe i went a week, a whole week, without tasting you.”

it’s taking everything in him not to lose control, but there’s more to this moment than just the physical need. this woman before him is his, wholeheartedly and irrevocably. and it’s not like he hasn’t tasted her before—he had been buried between her thighs just this last weekend, rearranging her insides like the fate of the world depended on it—but nothing compared to this.

this moment right here finalizes it for baekhyun. every doubt he ever had about being in a serious relationship with her? gone. out the fucking window. he can’t go another day without tasting this sweet cunt of hers. without being wrapped in her warmth. and the way she’s responding, grinding herself against his delicious mouth as he devours her like a man starved, tells him everything he needs to know.

[✶] feels the same. she’s never been eaten out like this before—with so much passion, so much raw emotion. this isn’t just lust. it’s devotion, and she craves it, needs it. she’s never going to want anything less–she’ll never settle for less.

he swears the nearer she is to her climax, the sweeter she tastes, and the sight of her unraveling beneath him—her face contorted in pleasure—is enough to make him almost cum in his fucking slacks. this? this is heaven. and they both know they need it, this intimacy, every single day.

her hands tangle into his raven hair, tugging him closer, needing him deeper. the way his lips suck on her clit, the way his tongue flicks and swirls, it's maddening. she feels her thighs start to tremble, tightening around his head as the pleasure builds, her body practically singing with each movement of his mouth.

baekhyun’s grip on her hips tightens, anchoring her to him as he works her closer to the edge. the sound of her moans and the wetness of his eager tongue fills the air between them. he doesn’t stop, won’t stop, even as she feels herself tipping over the edge, until finally, the dam breaks and she’s falling, crying out his name as she comes undone beneath him.

even as the aftershocks pulse through her, baekhyun continues, savoring every drop of her release. his lips never leave her skin, not until she’s so sensitive that she gently pushes his head away, gasping for breath. he pulls back, lips glistening with her arousal, a satisfied grin on his face as he looks up at her.

“god you’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pride, and she can’t help but smile through the haze of her orgasm. “and all fucking mine.”

[✶] gazes down at baekhyun, her chest still heaving from the high he had just sent her crashing from. his bangs were damp, clinging messily to his forehead, his face slick with a mix of sweat and her release. he looked up at her, eyes hooded with a combination of adoration and raw, unrestrained lust. the sight of him like this, on his knees and completely wrecked by her, sent a rush of heat through her all over again.

without a second thought, she reached out, pulling him up toward her. he stood effortlessly, his body towering over hers as one hand braced against the back of the chaise while the other tenderly cradled her cheek. their lips crashed in a heated, desperate kiss, both of them lost in the moment. the taste of herself on his tongue sent sparks through her, reigniting a fire deep inside. she moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, needing more of him, of everything.

“take me home then,” [✶] whispered breathlessly, her forehead resting against his, their lips just a breath apart. “take me home and show me how i’m yours.”

baekhyun’s dark eyes flashed, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “i thought you’d never ask.”

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Daddy Knows Best, Part III

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part III

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll take a trip together.

Warnings: pet names (Daddy, Babydoll, babygirl), age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), Dom/sub vibes, oral (m receiving), cum facial, cockwarming, unprotected p-in-v sex, cumshot, loss of a parent (mother), dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

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“It’s only a couple of days, Babydoll. I promise I will be back before you know it.” I fold a polo and put it in my suitcase on the bed next to a grumpy Babydoll.

“You’re gonna leave me here with Mom? I might as well be alone.” That little pout on her face gets me every time. And she’s not wrong. Her mother will ignore her at best, and at worse she will try and connect with her.

Too little, too late.

“You want to come with Daddy on his trip, don’t you?” I start thinking about what things we could get up to in my safe house.

And it could make it easier to do that...other thing I had planned.

“Please, Daddy?! I promise I won’t take up a whole lotta space and I’ll do whatever you say, I promise!! Please, can I go?” She clasps her hands under her chin and pokes out her bottom lip and I am a goner.

“Whatever I say, huh?” A couple of things come to mind at that moment and I file them away for later usage.

She bites her lip to hide a smile, nodding furiously.

I wink at her, leaning down and claiming her lips. Pulling away and smiling at her, I say, “Go and pack for a three-day trip,” I bring a hand down to cup her pussy, moving her panties to the side and dipping a finger in to feel that she was a soaked mess, “You are going to do everything I say, Babydoll. And you will respond with ‘Yes, Daddy’. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She wiggles her hips to try and ride my finger, but I pull it away and lick it clean as she watches.

“Don’t make me have to ask you to go pack, Babydoll.” I give her a stern look and she scurries away.

Soon, our suitcases are in my Escalade and we are off on our small road trip.

You wake up slightly as Daddy is carrying you into a cabin under the light of the moon. You keep your eyes closed as you are put into bed and your shoes and jacket are removed. You peek an eye open as you lift a hand to grab Daddy’s arm as he starts to leave.

A warm hand touches yours, “Daddy just has to make a quick phone call. I’ll be right back, Babydoll.”

You nod and close your eyes, melting into the plush comforter surrounding you. The creak of the wooden bedroom door shutting is all you hear before sleep claims you yet again.

I shut the bedroom door and immediately pull out my cell phone. Dialing a number I’ve memorized, I wait until the line is picked up.

“Timeline’s moved up. Do it now.” Hanging up after hearing confirmation, I make my way over to the small bar in the living room.

I pour two fingers of Black Label neat and swirl it around, taking a sip. The smoky vanilla liquid coats my tongue as I savor it and then swallow. Whether it’s the placebo effect or not, I instantly feel calm.

Sitting on one end of the couch, I throw my feet up on the coffee table. Holding my drink in my lap and leaning my head back against the backrest of the couch, I close my eyes and just rest.

It’s so rare that I can just sit in silence anymore. I didn’t ask to be a father...figure. Not that I’m upset about Babydoll being in my life, far from it. She's perfect for me.

I’m terrible for her. But she has no clue about that. And I'd like to keep it that way.

My sweet little empty-headed Babydoll is ready to do anything and everything I ask her to. If pleasing me makes her happy, who am I to stop her?

I take a sip of my drink and hear the slow creak of the floorboards in the bedroom. I throw my arm over the back of the couch as the bedroom door opens and Babydoll’s head pokes out.

“Daddy?” Oh, how I love to hear that out of her mouth.

“Come here, Babydoll,” I hold an arm out as she shuffles across the hardwood in her thigh-high socks and makes her way over to the couch to sit sideways in my lap, “I thought you were sleeping, babygirl.”

Laying her head on my chest and wrapping her arms around me, she settles in against my warmth. “I reached over for you and you weren’t there and I got scared.” How is she this fucking adorable?

“Oh, my sweet girl. I was right here the whole time. I promise you are always safe with me,” Safe was kind of subjective, but I went with it, “I’ve got an idea to get you back to sleep, it’ll make you nice and tired.”

She starts to squirm in my lap and I put my hand on one of her thighs, hooking my fingers in her thigh-high sock and pulling it down her leg. I do the same with the other before I reach over her to put my drink on the table.

Moving her to the couch, I kneel between her legs on the floor and get my hands under her skirt to pull her panties down. The thought crosses my mind how I went through her suitcase and pulled out all the panties she packed. I want easy access to this pussy while we’re away.

She snaps me out of my reverie with, “Daddy?”

“What’s wrong, Babydoll?”

She leans up and runs her hand over the front of my slacks and grabs my dick. “I wanna learn to give Daddy special kisses too.” Did she know what she was doing to me?

Fuck.

I bite my bottom lip and sit back on my heels for a second, looking into her pleading eyes. Standing back up, I open my zipper and pull out my already half-hard dick right in front of those pretty plump lips. “You want this in your mouth, Babydoll?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please teach me how you like it?” Her eyes go wide when my dick twitches at her words, so she decides to go a bit further. “Wanna taste Daddy.” She’s rewarded with another twitch.

“Why don’t you grab Daddy’s dick and stroke it first, Babydoll?” The moment she has a hand around me, she licks her lips and it threw me for a loop. Up until this point, she has been my sweet virginal Princess, now she wants to suck me off and it turns me on beyond belief. She reverts to using both hands and that little tongue snakes out again in her concentration. I take my dick out of her hands and grab her chin, “Stick your tongue out for Daddy and keep that mouth open.”

I hold the head of my dick and spread my precum all over her tongue, pushing just the head inside her mouth. “Now, close your mouth around Daddy’s dick with just your lips. No teeth, Babydoll. I’m gonna fuck your little mouth and then you’re gonna see how far you can go. If you have to stop to breathe, just open your mouth, ok?”

She hums her understanding around my cock and I twitch in her mouth again. I grab the back of her head and move my hips to shallowly fuck her hot wet mouth. She’s doing so good just letting me use her, and I want to fucking cum down her throat any second but I bide my time and just thrust into her nice and slowly. I stop and pull out, a string of her spit still connecting us.

She gulps in some air and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking back up into my eyes. “Can I try to see how far I can go now, Daddy?” It’s like I created the perfect little cockslut.

“Yes, Babydoll, I want you to show me how deep you can take me. Now, be a good girl and suck Daddy’s dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She takes me in both hands, licking the underside of my dick then taking me in her mouth. I groan in the back of my throat. She gets about halfway and then begins a slow rhythm of stroking and sucking.

Not the best blowjob, but for a beginner? Damn fine first try. She takes direction well, she’s eager, and she looks so fucking cute while sucking a dick.

I feel the coil in my stomach tightening. I was so ready to cum down her throat, but her fucking face was so pretty I wanted to mark it as mine. I run a hand through the sweat-slick hair on my forehead before throwing my head back and grunting.

“Fuck, Babydoll. Daddy’s gonna cum all over that sweet little face...ugh, fuck, close your eyes!” I pull out and shoot rope after rope of thick milky cum over her beautiful perfect face. When her tongue slips out to taste what landed on her lips, I thought I would never stop cumming.

Slowing my stroke, I squeeze from the base to the tip of my dick, I wipe the last of my cum on her chin. Luckily, none of my cum hit her lashes or eyelids. When she opens her eyes, I smiled at her. I use my thumb to move a bit of my cum between her open lips and she sucks my thumb so sweetly.

I take back my thumb and place my hand on my chest to steady my breathing.

“Daddy, I’m tired now. Can we go to bed?” She yawns lazily and the glob of cum hanging from her chin dances.

I hold in my laughter and suggest, “Wash your face first, Babydoll. Then bedtime.” I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom so she can wash her face and I can use the can. She doesn’t seem to mind me taking a piss, but she isn't covert as she glances sidelong at my dick. I flush, wash my hands after she’s done and we enter the bedroom together.

I take off the majority of my clothes, then I decide I don’t need to wear anything. We’re out here free from prying eyes, might as well sleep comfortably. And if that makes it even easier access to that pussy, why not? Removing my boxer briefs, I turn to where Babydoll is going over to her suitcase, no doubt to look for pajamas.

“Babydoll, I want you to sleep naked tonight." I settle under the covers and make myself comfortable.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I watch as she pulls down her skirt and pulls off her sweater and undershirt. That tight little body bounced slightly as she made her way over to the bed. Climbing in, she pecks me on the lips and settles down on her side with her leg pulled up.

I turn to face her and wrap an arm around her waist, pushing her leg up a bit further with my own so I can slide the head of my dick into her tight wet heat. I groan lowly as she moans from the sudden intrusion.

“We’re gonna sleep with it inside tonight. I want you to just sleep and warm my cock at the same time.” I could feel her heartbeat racing and her breath quickening as he tries to keep herself calm.

“Yes, Daddy,” She wiggles her hips in the slightest, getting used to the fullness.

“Stay still, Babydoll. Daddy’ll fuck you in the morning, ok? For now, just rest, babygirl.” I angle my hips and aim for her g-spot and she’s putty in my hands.

“Daddy, just right there, please? Please please, I won’t ask for anything else. I promise!” I can’t see her face but I can hear how easily she could cry from the tension.

“Fine, fine. But I’m fucking you to sleep, Babydoll. You better cum for me when I tell you to.” I stay inside her while moving to kneel behind her, fucking into her into the mattress.

I lean over her, my hands holding her hips as I continuously kiss her cervix with the tip of my dick. Her moans are music to my ears, along with the slapping sounds of flesh that fill the dimly lit room. I can feel her walls start to tighten around me and reach under her leg for her clit.

“Cum for me, Babydoll. Cum all over Daddy’s dick, babygirl.” I pinch her little clit between my fingers and the dam breaks.

“Yes, Daddy!” Her toes curl and her core quivers around me. Her warm wetness coats my length and it’s even easier to fuck into her now. Once I hear the squelching sound of her wet pussy, I can’t help but chase my release.

“That’s my good girl. Just like that...Daddy’s gonna fuck this tight little princess hole til you can't take it anymore. You’re doing so good taking my cock, babygirl. Fuck...fuuuuuuck. Such a perfect little pussy for me to fuck. Shit! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ugh, fuck!” I pull out and cum all over her ass and back in heavy white stripes.

I get up to grab a wet washcloth to wipe away the evidence of my orgasm. Coming back, I realize she is down for the count. Wiping her down, she hums but soft snores are soon to follow.

Well, I meant what I said when I wanted to fuck her to sleep.

The next two days are a blur of time with Daddy. The only time he has to go do something alone is the day you left. You wake up and find a note saying that he had to run out. When he comes back, he is in a bad mood and takes it out on your pussy.

You both load your bags into the Escalade and start your trip home. You sleep most of the trip home, tired from your guts being rearranged. Instead of carrying you in the house, you get a soft nudge to wake up when you are back home.

"Take your suitcase in, Babydoll. I’ll be right behind you.” He pops the trunk and meets you at the back of the SUV. You pick up your bag and head inside, going straight to your room to drop your luggage.

It’s very quiet in the house and you wonder where your Mom could be. You check the Master bedroom and the bed is made but she’s not there. The kitchen is empty, and both bathrooms are as well. It wasn’t until something catches your eye in the backyard.

Something is floating in the pool. Not something. It is someone.

You go out to the patio, looking into the water you spot your Mother’s lifeless body in the water.

Before you know it, a blood-curdling scream is escaping you and the world turns black as you’re caught by two strong arms.

Part IV

A/N: Well, that was a doozy!!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Guess I’ll just leave this here and see what y’all think.

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haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll · 8 months ago

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Tracklist:

Up In The Sky • House Full Of Bullets • Crystal Planet • Love Thing • Trundrumbalind • Lights Of Heaven • Raspberry Jam Delta-V • Ceremony • With Jupiter In Mind • Secret Prayer • A Train Of Angels • A Piece Of Liquid • Psycho Monkey • Time • Z.Z.'s Song

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#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: joe satriani #language: instrumental #decade: 1990s #Hard Rock #Progressive Rock #Progressive Metal #Blues Rock

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fabulousdowneybrothers · 2 years ago

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365 Days of Sprix Records #346 Jungle by Fabulous Downey Brothers Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXohma-1RdA Official Selection of the 2016 San Diego Underground Film Festival Album: ~ • • released on Swoon Records Animations:Ben Wheele and Tristan Euglossine Director of Photography: Joshua G. Chin Song written by Chandra FarnsworthSean DowneyZiam Z Downey Lyrics: we move into a rule remaking a move out we jump into a pool and jungle all around we passing up the past and peeling off a pound we linger in the leaves and loose a lot of ground I'm going down i want to be a liquid running through your skin dark zolo image in your brain my jungle is a head we read the holy book and bleed a bible bush we need to nap on knees enable needle squeeze we put away the pain and paper made of planes we get a lot of juice and read a lot of news we talk a tattle tale and blamed it on the guys we sewed a saddle bag and gave it as a prize we danced a ditty we danced on all the lies we handled with your heart and never telling why Spotify Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6YLfnvBpDGO6bTvuh7N8Oi?si=8514269dc1ab438e YouTube Music YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=am7fVLEfor0 LIVE at Laundry Room Studio (video): https://youtu.be/HUEJlQSfs5w Live on KEXP (audio): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lhMcx8WCI4 Live at Neumos by Ryan Worsley (video): https://youtu.be/jXmpmkw4jUU BandCamp Bandcamp: https://fabulousdowneybrothers.bandcamp.com/track/jungle

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gloriesunsung · 2 years ago

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Hi there! For the Spotify wrapped fic meme, how about Jayvik and 61?

61 - Pass the Knife | No/Me Had to be divorce-era for this one! Content warning: the girls are fightinggggg (read: middle-aged men beating the shit out of each other and trading godawful lines)

Jayce hits the bricks with force, a slick warmth trickling from skull to shoulder blades. Five metal digits hold him aloft by the jaw, a quintet of future bruises buried in stubble.

And the worst thing? He still has to look up to meet Viktor’s eyes — or at least, the glowing, angry slits they hide behind.

When had the fucker started flying?

“Sloppy, Defender.”

Jayce breathes in tight around the pressure in his chest. Cracked rib, if he knows himself, maybe two. He gathers himself enough to spit a streak of crimson on the cold metal visage in front of him.

“Yeah? Seem to remember you like things sloppy,” Jayce bites back.

The impassive metal face tilts above him, slowly. Shit. Jayce feigns rolling out his shoulder, trying to scope out where his hammer has landed— there, hilt-up, about half an arm’s breadth out of reach—

Until a searing burst from Viktor’s claw sends the hammer skittering into the middle distance. Jayce forces a laugh between his bloodied teeth, daring to glare through fallen strands of hair.

“Nervous, sweetheart?”

Viktor floats above him, eerily still, tattered cape fluttering in the backblast. A phantom in gunmetal grey.

“Tsch. Never did know when to stop pushing your luck.”

Viktor touches down and hauls Jayce to his feet again.

“Tell me— was the rebar really necessary?”

“Necessary?” Viktor inches closer. “No. Fun, though.”

“Less fun,” Jayce huffs, “from where I’m standing, I gotta say.”

Viktor presses a metallic hand to the wall, leaning in.

“Needed that liquid courage, mm? Remind me to turn off my olfactory sensors next time,” Viktor says, an exaggerated retch stuttering through the modulator. “You reek.”

Jayce rolls his eyes.

“So dramatic, V. You forget I know your ugly mug’s still under there. Crooked-ass nose and all.”

“Oh? So ugly you keep coming back to claim it.”

“That what I’m doing?” Jayce grins, as much as the swelling of his face will allow. “Claiming you?”

Viktor’s third arm looms overhead, reaching down to unlatch the metal mask with practiced ease. Even with his lungs in perfect working order, Jayce’s breath would have caught. Viktor has always been a pale and dangerous thing, and the years have done nothing but sharpen him.

And Jayce has only become softer with the passage of time, he knows. Willing flesh for the blade to sink.

“I don’t think you’re in any position,” Viktor’s knee slides, slow and sure, between Jayce’s legs, “to be doing much of anything.”

Jayce swallows, a familiar cold thrill running through his limbs as heat pools at his centre.

“Try me, big guy.”

Golden eyes bore into his own, lit with the same fire as the day Jayce learned his name. He moves — careful, controlled, slow.

Metal to flesh.

Knife-edge to racing pulse.

“Do you ever shut up?”

Every time, they get to this question. And every time, Jayce’s answer is the same.

“Make me.”

And he does. Every single time, Viktor does.

#spotify ficlets #themirokai #arcane #jayvik #nsfw-ish

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theam-cjsw · 2 years ago

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The AM: May 1, 2023

Learn about Boards of Canada's Calgary connection, hear the saddest into to an Orbital track that you're ever likely to hear, and listen to hazy songs to kick off May on the right note.

Thanks to Adam Kamis of The Failed Pilot for filling in last week.

Listen on Soundcloud

Stream from CJSW.com

Other listening links

Spotify playlist

Hour One:

Rest in Flight Hollie Kenniff • Single

Neon 1: Shinjuku Manchester Collective, Hannah Peel • NEON

Engulfed Valiska • Wolf Moon EP

Step Step Step Balmorhea, featuring Sam Gendel, Clarice Jensen, Aisha Burns • Pendant World

Puentes Various Artists, featuring Isla Saturno • VAUS08

Lonely Days Hudson Mohawke • Cry Sugar

Makar Tynes • Tynes

The Blissful Sounds (Title Track) Oedipus Apartment Complex • The Blissful Sounds of Miracula

The Radio Station Wish Lash • 200 Phenomena OST EP

Halcyon and On and On Orbital • Orbital 2

Hour Two:

Space Intention United Freedom Collective • Space Intention EP

Te Quiero Pero Por Otro Lado Savath & Savalas • Apropa't

Tebi Majko Misli Lete Branko Mataja • Traditional And Folk Songs Of Yugoslavia

Cosmic Zoo The Breathing Effect, Lionmilk • Single

Closer Lover Nabihah Iqbal • Dreamer

Roygbiv Boards of Canada • Music Has the Right to Children

Open the Light Boards of Canada • Music Has the Right to Children

Liquid Veil Kösmonaut • Contagion Vapours

The Interview Blume • Inner Vision

I Hear a Voice Sunnsetter • The best that I can be.

Hour Three:

That’s the Way of the World Charles Stepney • Step on Step

Sospetto Trees Speak • Mind Maze

Nuska Maya Ongaku • Approach to Anima

Exile Stranger Still • The Songs Which Are

All Good Things Bart • Some Kind of Way

Salty Road Dogs Victory Anthem Alabaster dePlume • Single

Drag Unknown Mortal Orchestra • V

Aviatrix The 3 Clubmen • Single

Redemption Pause Uh Huh • Uh Huh

Plastic on my Pillow Ryan Bourne • Supermodern World Of Beauty

It Could Grow Anywhere Meltt • Another Quiet Sunday EP

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wanderingblindly · 1 year ago

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Life imitates art, aka the inspiration for this stupid throwaway line in my most recent landoscar

#yes i DO listen to one (1) song on loop the entire time i write #and i won't be shamed for it #and i will make a self insert moment about it #lima called me out in my comments and now i want to come clean #Is It Gay to Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok?#landoscar #liquid v. spotify #liquid.mp3

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mirandamckenni1 · 2 months ago

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XANA - GODDESS (Official Lyric Video) Stream/Download Goddess Here https://ift.tt/PcCRdXv Follow Xana Spotify https://ift.tt/1jpdS7v Instagram https://ift.tt/XR8zQ71 Twitter https://twitter.com/xanaofficial_ TikTok https://ift.tt/gNkD4iP Facebook https://ift.tt/PgqBCrO Official Lyrics: VERSE 1 He punched me in the mouth And it felt like a gift I bet you’ll never know How twisted that role is Yeah, it’s true what they say Boys think with their dicks No, this ain’t something That sorry can fix CHORUS You’re fuckin’ with a Goddess And the bitch bites back I’d love it if you’re honest But it ain’t like that Boy, now you’re the one who’s godless Mmm Am I scaring you yet? Am I scaring you yet? Cause I might do you wrong But it’ll feel right Let you play along Act like the tough guy I can be the jailer And you can pay the crimes Oh, you do it all the time VERSE 2 He said my pretty face shouldn’t look this way He thinks that my body is his to take He won't look me in the eyes Afraid to see what's looking back Oh, you’ll regret doin’ the devil dirty like that He believed that I could take a beating But the bruises down my back don’t mean a damn thing Cause I brought the God of War to his knees With the back of my hand wiped his blood from my cheek PRE Now you’re pointing fingers into mirrors Crying thinking somebody will hear ya But this bitch is your queen I can promise you one thing You won’t like me when I’m mean Mean Mean You won't like me when I’m mean CHORUS You’re fuckin’ with a Goddess And the bitch bites back I’d love it if you’re honest But it ain’t like that Boy, now you’re the one who’s godless Mmm Am I scaring you yet? Am I scaring you yet? Cause I might do you wrong But it’ll feel right Let you play along Act like the tough guy I can be the jailer And you can pay the crimes Oh, you do it all the time BRIDGE There’s a ribbon 'round my neck and it’s red It’s red Sweeter than the liquid that I bled I bled Heaven ain’t a place you forget Forget When there’s hell to pay You’ll be screaming our name’s Goddess, Goddess Baby boy is fuckin’ with a Goddess Goddess, Goddess Baby boy is mother fucking godless CHORUS Fuckin’ with a Goddess (Goddess) And the bitch bites back I’d love it if you’re honest (honest) But it ain’t like that Boy now you’re the one who’s godless (you’re the one who’s godless) Mmm Am I scaring you yet? Am I scaring you yet? Cause I might do you wrong But it’ll feel right Let you play along Act like the tough guy (so tough) I can be the jailer You can pay the crimes Oh, I do it all the time I do it all the time I do it all the time OUTRO Prayed You’re gonna wish you prayed Gonna wish you prayed Prayed Prayed via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lomk3eOx9Sw

#IFTTT #YouTube #Youtube

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heartstoppermybeloved · 11 months ago

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Low:r - Heartstopper [FREE] Merry Christmas everyone! Free download: https://ift.tt/DcluxfS Follow our Legendary Liquid playlist on ... via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N7oFQKJDsk

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plungermusic · 1 year ago

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A thrill-ride across the border into Terra Incognita ...

Phenomenal Canadian singer/songwriter/guitarist Terra Lightfoot is probably best known for her blend of bobbysox-drugstore-chocolate-malt pop and freeway-cruising rock but her new single Cross Border Lovers (from her upcoming album Healing Power) takes her material into new territories, while still delivering the classic ‘Terra tingle’.

The high chanting and hefty syn-drum kick-and-snare stamp-and-clap intro (sounding like a tribal elder conclave making free with the nitrous) tells us "We’re not in Ontario anymore, Toto", underscored by the entrance of Old Skool synths churning out a relentless throbbing New Wave electronica riff (think Human League/Depeche Mode/OMD) that somehow still bears a whiff of top-down-sundown-Sunset-Strip-cruising with Pat Benatar at the wheel, and that West Coast undercurrent bubbles to the surface in the chugging, muted plucking of the chorus (seemingly the only deployment of Terra’s fabulous guitar throughout).

One constant though is Terra’s fabulous champagne-fizz voice: liquid velvet at lower registers, seductive and warm (but still with enough oomph to punch through sheet steel), with thrilling higher peaks and ecstatic sinuous line extensions, combining in gooseflesh-raising multi-part harmonies in the closing bars before a crisp dead-stop.

There’s a real 80s polished positive vibe to Cross Border Lovers (we found ourselves mysteriously drawn to Don Henley’s solo works shortly after) as well as Terra’s usual vibrancy and joie de vivre among its genre-hopping eclecticism. So for Plunger it’s still “like being fire-hosed with ice cold Dom Pérignon while flying at zero feet over sunflower fields strapped to the front of a Lockheed Starfighter…” only this time with our jacket sleeves pushed up.

Cross Border Lovers is available to stream now on Spotify, Deezer, YouTube Music, Apple Music and other sites.

Watch the video for the single (co-directed by Lyle Bell and Terra) here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nn-gX3C3huA

The new album Healing Power will released 13th October on Sonic Unyon Records - pre-save your copy here: https://orcd.co/terralightfoot-healingpower

#terra lightfoot #cross border lovers #sonic unyon records #evans above PR #healing power #canadas finest

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years ago

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The Stroke (Marc Spector x Reader)

Author’s Note: Okay, this took me forever to write because I wasn’t sure that I should do a sequel to Domestic Adonis, but then I was listening to a mix Spotify put together and I’m like “okay, yeah, I think I’ll do a sequel.” So, yeah, be kind. And a BIG, HUGE THANK YOU TO @sexyexoskeleton for letting me bounce ideas back and forth and for beta reading! And, also, I saw this gif and my brain stopped for a good 30 seconds so it needed to be used. Also also, I used Google translate for the Spanish, so I apologize if anything is wrong. Enjoy! :)

Suggested listening: The Stroke by Billy Squier

Summary: The beard on the boys looks better every day–your heart already skips when you stare at him, and the beard added a new dimension. Since the boys were willing to do something for you, you decide to return the favor with something *spicy* for them. You have a plan set for Steven, but are in for a pleasant surprise when your boyfriend returns home and Marc is fronting.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (sexy lap dancing, reader being a bit of a Dom, Marc being flustered and turned on, cockriding, P in V sex, creampie), swearing

Other Characters: Steven Grant, Jake Lockley

Word Count: 4,121

“Did I wake you up?” Steven ask as he walks out of the bathroom, still trying to dry his hair with a towel.

“Not at all, hon,” you say with a sleepy smile as you hand him a cup of coffee.

“(Y/N),” he sighs as you let the liquid in the cup warm your hand, his tone letting you know that he knows you’re fibbing.

“I rolled over and you weren’t there. I got worried,” you say softly. “I thought you and Marc got called away in the middle of the night for some heroics.”

Steven reaches out a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over the skin of your cheekbone, letting you lean into his touch.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he tells you as you rest your forehead on his.

“Don’t apologize. I heard the water running and I knew it was all alright.”

“I still don’t like that I made you worry.”

Steven leans forward to kiss you, letting you know that he still feels a little guilty.

“You smell good,” you hum, pulling him back into a kiss, letting whatever product he uses on his beard flood your nose.

“I hope so, or otherwise I need to pop back into the shower,” he smirks.

“I mean, if you really want to, you can and I’ll join.”

“But then this beautiful breakfast will get cold,” he hums as he places kisses all over your face and neck. “How about a raincheck on that?”

“Only because I’m a magnificent cook,” you say as you play with his damp curls.

Steven moves to the bedroom and puts on his clothes, quickly changing and joining you back at the table.

“You should be home at the regular time, right?” you ask as you dig into another pancake.

“Yeah,” he nods as he takes another sip of coffee. “Are we going somewhere?”

“No,” you shake your head, trying to keep a smirk from pulling at your lips. “I was just thinking we could order in tonight.”

He hums, the pitch of it telling you just enough to let you know he is confused as to the finer logistics as to how and why the two relate. “That sounds delightful,” he smiles as he checks his watch. “Oh, bugger, I need to get going if I’m gonna catch the bus.”

“Hey, I got it,” you tell him as you stop him from trying to care care of his plate, utensils, and mug. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Love you, darlin’,” he smiles as he kisses you before grabbing his bag and scurrying out of the door.

It looks good—everything looks so good, especially with the makeup and how you did your hair. You know it looks good because you wouldn’t have bought it otherwise. The only problem is getting everything on by yourself. You secure in the last hooks of the bustier and put on the finishing touches, sliding on the matching satin robe just as you hear the locks to the apartment give way to the key.

Right on cue.

“Hey, baby,” you hear Marc’s voice ring throughout our home, the light thud of him toeing off his shoes. “It’s me.”

Okay, so a slight wrench in the plan. Nothing major.

“It’s good to hear your voice, baby,” you call, hearing his footsteps make their way towards the bedroom area. “Wait, don’t!”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he chuckles. “Quite the opposite—I’ve seen you naked many times, many different ways. Sometimes with chocolate sauce and whipped cream.”

“I know, but, just sit at the kitchen table. The chair that’s closest to the mirror,” you instruct with a light chuckle, making sure you remain hidden from his line of sight. “And don’t touch the lights!”

“Okay,” he draws out, and you can hear the skepticism in his voice, but his feet creak along the old wood floors all the same, the chair lightly scraping against the planks as he sits down. Grabbing your heels nearby, you slide them on before you take a few slow steps out of the bedroom and towards Steven’s desk, carefully leaning back on your hands as the robe loosely hangs open.

“Fuck,” Marc breathes, a hazy smile pulling at the corner of his lips, a new twinkle appearing in his eye.

“Ah, ah!” you tut as he starts to get up. He immediately freezes at your gentle chastisement. “You stay right there.”

He does as you command, lowering himself back down as you approach him, closing the tantalizing space between your bodies.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” he says as you walk around the chair behind him, carefully dragging your hand along his shoulders as you move to stand right in front of him.

“Well, I figured that since you were willing to try something different for me, I should try to do something different for you,” you hum as you lean forward, so close that your lips almost touch. “Just sit back, relax, and try to control your grabby hands, hm?”

It’s like you can see Marc’s brain short-circuiting with pleasure as he looks at you, his pupils blown wide as he gives you a small nod.

“I need words, baby,” you urge. “No touching. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes,” he says breathily, a large grin soon spreading across his face. Hearing the need in his voice and trying to regain composure, he clears his throat before giving you a firm nod. “Yes,” he repeats.

“Good.”

Moving away from him, your heels clack along the old wooden floor as you make your way to where your phone is situated on the nearby bookshelf, giving it a few taps from the song you initially had queued up for Steven to change it to one a bit more Marc’s speed. The rhythmic sounds of drums thump through the apartment as you make your way back to Marc. His eyes are wide with a mix of excitement and nerves, taking in small, slow breaths as his eyes brightly look at you. You move your body to the rhythm, the constricting nature of the bustier letting your cleavage move in a more jiggly manner. When the guitar starts, you let your satin robe fall to the floor as you approach your boyfriend. You see his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows hard, his eyes drinking in every last bit of you that he can. A bright blush burns on Marc’s cheeks as he watches you move for him. His eyes are wide and sparkling—in any other situation, it could be construed as innocent. And while that might be the the case, at least partially, you know the guilty, sinful thoughts that are running through his mind.

As you slowly run your hands down your body as your hips swivel, a flustered, breathy chuckle falls from your boyfriend’s lips. In an effort to hide your satisfied smirk from him— you mean, if he’s already this flustered, he’s in for a real treat— you turn around and let him absorb how you look from behind. Knowing that he has enjoyed the view and you have contained your expression, you whip your hair around as you turn back to him, some small tendrils getting stuck in the creamy texture of your lipstick. You notice him squirm in his seat as a blissed out grin tugs at his lips, which gives you the confidence to get closer to him. Just as he thinks you’re about to make contact with his skin, you bend over, providing him with a frontal view of the slope of your ass and a full view of your over-pushed, barely contained cleavage. You let him take in the sight as you slowly stand, running a hand through your hair as you move over to him, circling around his chair before you sit on his lap. With one hand on the back of the chair, you roll your hips on his, making him inhale a shaky breath and his eyes partially close in delight. Teasing him a bit more, you lightly grind down on him, eliciting a faint whimper from his lips. You feel him shift his legs from under you, and a quick glance down shows that he’s wrapped his feet around the legs of the chair as a way to restrain himself from acting on how you make him feel.

With a smirk, you get up from his lap and take a few slow steps away from him. Your hands weave behind your back, and you can feel his eyes drilling holes into you as he watches you undo the bustier. For as hard as it was to put on, you get it off in an impressive amount of time—the music must be giving you extra confidence. When the last hook is undone, you hold it up with your dominant hand, letting it hang for a moment before you toss it to the side on the old wooden floors. You slowly move your hips, grazing your fingertips along your sides as you extend your arms up to accentuate the line in your back. When you turn back around to give Marc the view of your bare chest, his eyes are so blown with awe and lust, you can’t even see the gorgeous brown of his irises. Improvising from your carefully-practiced routine, you squat in the heels and move your body, running your fingers through your hair when you have been in a similar position on your boyfriends.

Leaning down on all fours, you do your best to sensually crawl along the squeaky floor to where he remains painfully still. You carefully drag yourself up along his body, your nose lightly brushing against the tent in his jeans and up his shirt. You hover your lips millimeters over his before you turn around so he faces your back once more, giving him a more traditional lap dance. You arch your back as you rock your hips against him, and you can hear him sniff the lingering scent of shampoo in your hair. Pivoting once move, you move to face him as your body continues to work, this time running your fingers trough his curly locks. A proper moan falls from his lips before you feel his hands grip onto your hips.

“Fuck it,” he grunts as he picks you up, taking large strides to the bedroom after he can’t take any more of your teasing, his lips hungrily attacking yours.

“That good, huh?” you quip as he moves his lips to your neck, harshly nipping at the thin skin, pulling a mixture of a yelp and moan from you before he throws you down on the mattress.

“The stockings and heels stay on.” His voice his deep and gravely with lust, pushing a harsh kiss against your lips, sliding his tongue down your throat as he removes your panties without even looking, throwing them somewhere behind him. HIs fingers dig into the flesh of your side as he mouths along your chest, his soft lips and hot breath clouding your focus.

“I wasn’t done,” you pout as his lips latch onto your chest, feasting on the supple, fatty flesh, warming your hardening nipple with his tongue, gently tugging at it with his teeth.

“I couldn’t—I needed—fuck,” he growls into your chest, moving to try and fit as much of your other breast into his mouth. Marc takes one of his hands from your waist, harshly grabbing and squeezing the flesh that is still recovering from what his mouth did to it. You writhe under his touch, humming in delight when you feel just how hard his cock is, straining against his pants. A whimper falls from your lips when you feel his fingers move along your slit, a soft grunt joining your shallow breaths as he carefully teases you. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, baby. Did dancing like that for us turn you on?”

“Mm, you always turn me on,” you say as you lean forward to try kiss Marc. At the last moment, he dips his head and bites your shoulder, causing your back to arch as he sinks his teeth into you, your pussy involuntarily fluttering around him.

Marc runs his tongue over where his teeth left little imprints, soothing the sting before he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he marks up the thin skin with clear evidence that you are his. As he creates and soothes a smattering of love bites, you wrap your legs around his waist. When Marc moves to grind into you, you take advantage of the situation and flip your positions on the mattress—a trick that the boys had taught you for safety and defense.

“I told you,” you say, placing your hands on Marc’s chest. “I wasn’t done.”

You lean down and run your fingers through the beard that has grown more luscious on his face—the motivator for the boy’s little surprise. You place open-mouthed kisses on the soft hair before you move to lick behind the shell of his ear, nipping and tugging at his earlobe. You slowly pull away from him, letting your teeth carefully drag over the soft skin. Once you release it, you sit all the way back up on your knees, running your hands up and down his body.

“Will you let me finish?” you ask, your fingers grazing the hem of his shirt. Half of the pads of your thumb graze the cotton, the other half brushing against the soft skin of his abs.

“Y-Yes,” he stutters, his brown eyes sparkling as he gazes up at you.

Twin smiles pull across our lips, and you slide your fingers under his shirt, enjoying the ripples and dips of the muscle below your hands. He lets out a sigh, resting his head back onto the pillow before you slide his shirt up and off of him. With his skin exposed, you lean forward and continue to kiss every inch of him that you can, always going back to his soft hair, scratching your fingers through his curls. As you press kisses down his exposed torso, your hands follow down further. Both Marc and you enjoy your worship of his body, and he grunts when you move your hand to palm through his jeans. He’s so much harder now than he was in the kitchen chair. His moans fill the bedroom, shortly joined by the jingle of his belt as he sneaks his hands between your bodies.

Once Marc gets his belt off, you begin to make quick work of his pants and underpants, getting too eager yourself to try and tease him through his boxers. His cock is painfully red, weeping precum as his dick rests against his stomach, giving you a new idea. Crawling on your knees, you move up, positioning yourself slightly above his hips. Lowering down, you slowly rub your slit along Marc’s length, back and forth, coating him with every last drip of your arousal. Marc’s eyes pinch shut, not expecting the kind of pleasure you grind down on him. With a new song playing on the speakers in the living room, you follow the beat of the music. You let out shaky breaths as he creates the greatest kind of friction against your clit.

“Marc,” you whine softly, your hands moving along you body. One hand settles to cup your breast while the other is in your hair.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he moans, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh. “You look so fucking—fuck.”

“N-No touching,” you stutter, moving your hand from your hair. Grabbing his hand, you take it and move it up above his head. You grab his other wrist and hold his hands above his head while you continue to grind down on him.

As you lean over him, he lunges forward and latches onto your breasts, his hot breath shooting straight to your core, making the slick between your legs all the more wet. As you move back down, you shift your hips to just the right angle, letting Marc slide into you. He doesn’t expect it in the slightest, unlatching from your chest to let out one of the most erotic moans you have ever heard fall from his lips. When he bottoms out in you, you rest your face in his neck, kissing everywhere that you can while you give yourself time to adjust and bask in the delight on him filling you up completely— you could have very easily kept going, having been so riled up from the evening, but you know how much Marc, Steven, and even Jake enjoy when you take your time like this.

“You ready for me?” you hum. “You want me to move?”

Marc doesn’t use his words, only bucking his hips into you and kissing you hungrily.

“Words, baby,” you kiss along his jaw.

“Yes—move.”

You happily comply with his request, beginning your movements up and down his length. Of course you can’t make it too easy for him to start—he did break the no touching rule a few times. You keep your movements slow, painfully teasing for him to endure, and while it’s a punishment for him, it’s just as much of a punishment for you. Letting go of his wrists, you sit more upright on his lap, bouncing up and down. The way he slides in and out of you sends your head into a spin when his cock hits your back-most wall—if you keep it up, you’ll be coming on him in less than a minute. Changing pace, you go down on him and rock your hips back and forth, riding him like a cowgirl on a mission into the sunset. As you increase your speed, you find yourself leaning back, putting a hand on his strong leg for support. Working on him in your new position, you pick up on a shift in his moans. This change is further confirmed when you feel his hips buck up into you harshly and repeatedly as his hands flying to place a bruising grip on my hips.

“Cariño,” a deeper voice grunts.

“Oh, hi, Jake,” you pant as he rails into you, delighted to see the broodiest of your boys. “What are you doing here?”

“You wear that—do all of this—and expect me not to come out?” he grunts as his pelvis slams into yours at a bruising pace.

“It’s for all you boys,” you whine before he smacks your ass, your skin stinging as the sound lingers in the air.

He grabs your face with one of his hands, smushing your cheeks as he pulls you in for one of the filthiest kisses you’ve ever received—there’s so much tongue involved, it’s like he’s trying to make your mouths one. He sucks on your tongue as he pulls back, but not before letting it go so he can nibble on your bottom lip.

“Mm,” you hum hungrily, leaning in for another raunchy kiss.

“Eres tan jodidamente buena,” he growls as his mouth lips, nicks, sucks, and kisses whatever they can find. “Tan hermosa.”

“Fuck, baby,” you whine as you grind down on his thrusting hips. “Fuck, just like that. Right there.”

Jake’s mouth continues to explore whatever parts of your body it can reach, sending shivers up your spine along with the feelings that he’s already creating in your belly.

“Mierda, fuck,” he grunts as you roll against him.

“That feel good, papi?” you ask knowing full well it does as you lean over and take his face in your hands for a kiss.

“You have no idea, baby.” You catch him clenching his jaw, and you kiss along the tense muscle. “Marc doesn’t like that I’ve cut in.”

“Let him back, and next time you front, we can do this again. I’ll get some new lingerie that you can tear off of me with that beautiful, strong hands.”

A wicked smile spreads across his face before he leans up, kissing you with gusto, his hips halting their assault to your core.

“Te amo, cariño,” he whispers.

“Te amo, mi amor,” you parrot, pressing a kiss to his lips. Once you pull back from the kiss, you can tell that Jake has taken a step back and let Marc back to center stage.

“Hi, babygirl,” Marc draws out.

“Hey, hot stuff,” you smirk.

“You were up to something real good before Jake interrupted,” he muses as his hands trail down the sides of your body.

“Was I?” you ask with a coy smile.

Marc smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, his hands finding home once more on your hips, lightly beginning to rock you on his cock. Taking his incentive in earnest, you wiggle your ass down on him before you begin to bounce once more. The blissed-out expression on Marc’s face lets you know he is thoroughly enjoying it, and his thumb that he snakes down over your clit makes sure that you get to enjoy it just as much.

“Oh, Marc,” you whine. “Baby.”

“I love it when you get like this,” he pants, the tight circles his rubs becoming harder and smaller. “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

“Just like that, Marc,” you breathe, starting to loose your rhythm as he pulls you closer to your release.

A consistent flow of your whimpers and whines join the erotic echos of your skin slapping together. You barely last for one more minute before you feel that band get a little too tight in your stomach.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Marc encourages, his own breathing becoming more hitched and shallow. “Come for me, baby.”

His words are your command, and you squeeze Marc for everything he is worth. The sheer force of your orgasm makes it hard to keep going, but you continue to rock your hips against his to make sure you get him right where he needs to be. As you begin to come down from your high, you slowly roll your hips as lean forward, running your fingers through his beard as you kiss him. Marc’s needly lips chase yours as you pull back, and you can feel his unspoken confusion as you turn around on his cock.

“Relax, baby,” you tell him as you run your hands along his strong thighs. “It was sweet that you helped me get off, but you broke the no touching rule. Now, you don’t get to watch my tits bounce when you cum.”

Working your hips more, you feel him in a wondrously different way than you have all night, his cock hitting new spots deep within you. You whine with each bounce, and you can hear Marc’s barely contained whimpers as you slide up and down him. Pushing through your over-stimulation, you move your hips faster and grip Marc’s knees for stability. Just as you approach your second orgasm, Marc cries out in the bedroom, his hips jerking to meet yours as he shoots his hot, sticky cum inside of you. Once you have both calmed down, you slide off of him, turning on your knee as you collapse by his side.

“You okay?” you breathe as you run your fingers through his beard and his sweat-soaked curls.

“I’m fantastic. Jake is, too. Steven checked out when you started to ride us, though,” Marc smirks. “His mind was in such a spin from everything before, that was the straw that ended it for him. I swear, he’s gonna blush every time he looks at you now, having seen all that.”

“Was it good?” you breathe.

“What do you mean, ‘Was it good’?” Marc asks, disbelief and confusion in his voice.

“Well, I’ve never done anything like that. Not just the dance, but being that in control. I mean, well, you know I’m not usually like that and—.”

“Baby,” he chuckles, running his hands up and down your sides. “You were so confident and in control, and you looked so happy. It’s a real sexy look on you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.”

“So, it was good for you?”

“That was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”

You can’t help but blush, burying your face into Marc’s chest as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“How about I get you cleaned up, hm?” he asks gently has his thumb traces tiny circles into your hip.

“Carry me?” you ask, looking up through your lashes into Marc’s gorgeous eyes, sparkling in the twilight beams streaming into the apartment.

“Of course, babygirl.”

Translations (mostly according to Google):

“Cariño.” = “Darling/dear/love.”

“Eres tan jodidamente buena para mí.” = “You are so fucking good for me.”

“Tan hermosa.” = “So beautiful.”

“Mierda” = “Shit”

“Te amo” = “I love you”

"Mi amor” = “My love”

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