#they are under threat by a car 🤣

[marcusrobertobaq]

Comparing Gavin to Hank's hostility towards androids reason is just dumb imo. Hank doesn't like humans and want 'em to learn a lesson, that's why he switches sides. Even in hostile ending dude expected deviants to be different and better than humans (selfish, brutal, ruthless) - so they can teach humans the damn lesson. He ain't afraid of being replaced by androids, he's pissed at androids cuz he think they're the reason his son is dead - and he also got no respect for people replacing other people with androids in personal relationships.

Gavin ain't got this factor, there's no reason for him to come to like androids only to hate 'em even more esp with this whole sentience thing. He pretty much got an issue with obedience and authority, esp regarding to androids (who are supposed to obey), but it's in general - it becomes easier to get when u get he was written as lieutenant, this rank got a weight to it - it's a management role often being the head of a team.

These characters are 2 sides of the same coin, tho.

They got similar mindset: dehumanizing who they ain't consider a real human - criminals, suspects, victims they thought was deserved. Androids just happen to be everything at the same time 🤣

What does it mean? Means in a interrogation room Hank gonna threat the mf and just give up (idk bout his old days tho), Gavin would just wait for things to get difficult so he can beat the shit out the mf. I believe if he went to interrogate Shaolin a "Under Arrest" 2.0 would happen - and the way mfs are so casual i doubt would be the first time they do something like that.

But Gavin seems to be against the idea of scratching people's back - should be one of the reasons he doesn't like Hank. Dude exchange favors, is a lazy mf and still think he got some kinda authority in there just cuz Jeffrey do what he can to keep him in there.

These 2 bitches are similar but would fight against each other if they could.

If we take the gallery seriously Hank is the one that climbs the steps to leadership making connections and contacts even outside the police or with low rank criminals, people he considers inside "everybody is doing what they need to get by, as long as they didn't hurt anyone i don't bother 'em". Man, even Connor calls Hank corrupt in cut dialogues. Gavin climbs it trynna show he can handle everything alone and be at the helm by saying "i'm the boss here" and start giving orders. He would shit on people like Gary and Pedro. "everybody is doing what the-"? Fuck this.

Lt Anderson and Lt Curtis Blake are 2 different types of lieutenant. In the final game happen to Hank be Gavin's superior which makes things far worse for the mf. While Gavin will bow down eventually some force is necessary - like pointing a gun at him or punching his nose, but he won't shut up.

In the police brutality metaphor made by Cage, both gonna treat androids like just another perp (like Hank with Rupert in The Nest), but Gavin gonna feel some pleasure in forcing mfs on the car hood while sayin' some fucked up shit (like that cut dialogue implies). Ain't only about androids but especially about androids, Gavin is worse imo cuz he waits for the moment where he can finally use brute force - even better if justifiable. Hank is just tired of all this bullshit, but if things are personal...damn, this mf gonna def snap and totally against the police - cuz he just doesn't give a fuck for all this anymore, but Gavin does. Gavin already snap constantly cuz he can't shut up and stop trynna show who's boss - fuck, must be the reason he got a scar in his damn nose. If he got an opportunity he gonna get physical to show who's boss. He's ambitious, mf wanna get to the top and have power over all situations he can and esp put people back in 'em place.

Androids just happen to have less paper work related to losing your badge for misconduct.

U can find these type of characters in lotta games where we got police "satirization". It's classic asshole cop, most of 'em are corrupt btw.

#dbh #detroit become human #hank anderson #gavin reed #dbh my ideas

[aliatori]

3, 9, and 15 for the song asks please!

3. Sexiest song I am a Scorpio so you know I can't pick just one sexy song. I narrowed it down to three 🤣 Traditionally Sexy - Slow Down by GRAE. It's got a slow jam beat and intense yet widely-applicable lyrics. Scorpio Sexy (TM) - Spiracle by Flower Face. This is on my personal romance/erotic playlist. With lyrics like: 'I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow the sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow I want your secrets, your clementine fields The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal I want your safe word, your passive resistance' Well, it speaks for itself. Two separate people pointed me in the direction of this song this year, which shows you how on brand it is. F&F Sexy (a.k.a. the erotic nature of blood and violence and destruction and darkness and codependency) - SMOKE AND WATER [the cthonic mother] by Crywolf. 9. Favourite lyrics of your #1 song My number one song was Granite by Sleep Token. Truly the hardest part of this question is not copying and pasting the whole song. But I think I will go with the part I am fondest of belting out in the car: When you sit there Acting like you know me Acting like you only brought me in to get below me Never mind the death threats Parting at the door We'd rather be six feet under than be lonely 15. Most danceable track I was FUCKING OBSESSED with the song Shinigami Eyes by Grimes this year, including dancing to it in my kitchen and office a lot, so this has to be the pick.

#ali answers #thank you for humoring me as always Hope #I do love talking about my musique

[merryweathers29-blog]

I remember one time Yvette Carnell and Antonio Moore did a video or tweet, I don't remember, it was a long time ago but they talked about how all these national voices and people like Joy Reid are ask to work for free sometimes they come in and be there for 8 hours and don't get a dime‼️ that's some b******* telling them they paying them in National exposure 🤣‼️🤣‼️⁉️🤣what a crock of s***🤡you got to pay me‼️ I call them, them New Slaves they even know they're supposed to get paid but don't ask for a dime🤡 like C🦝🦝n

Clyburn when they asked him since he delivered the vote what did he ask for for his people⁉️ he said nothing but you see his daughter stepped into a really great position in the White House, health insurance free, all holidays and weekends off ain't that bS ‼️throw all of your people under the bus just so your daughter can get a position cuz he too cheap to take care of his family he has enough money that none of them should ever have to kiss a YtSup ass again. He's still living off of Old threats from when he was in 1960s and seventies scared to say anything‼️ just sit and twiddle his thumbs cuz they threatened his family and his life that f****** sad story ain't enough nowadays‼️ you got to ask Castillo how he felt about his family when he was shot in his car by the police‼️

#@adosaf.org #megalomaniac #ados #ytsupremacy #everyone else #youtube #reparations

[richiepedia1]

Lmao 🤣 A Ghanaian sidechic has sued a bank manager, who she claims was her lover, for allegedly breaching an agreement to take care of her. Deborah Seyram Adablah dragged the Director of Finance of First Atlantic Bank, Ernest Kwasi Nimako, to the Accra High Court, and he is expected to appear before Friday, January 27, 2023. In a suit dated January 23, 2023, Deborah contends that her ‘sugar daddy’ who was also her boss, agreed to buy her a car, pay for her accommodation for three years, give her a monthly stipend of GH¢3,000, marry her after divorcing his wife and also give her a lump sum to start a business. In her writ of summons and statement of claims which has since gone viral on social media, Deborah alleges that the ‘sugar daddy’ bought the car but registered it in his name. Later, he denied her access to use it after about a year of enjoying the Honda Civic worth GH¢120,000, while he also paid for only one year of accommodation. The plaintiff, whose national service period ended in July 2021, admits to being in a relationship with the married man, claiming that her happiness at the workplace was under threat had she failed to give in to the relationship. Deborah has also accused the defendant of abuse, s3xual harassment, maltreatment, exploitation and also lowering her reputation. She further states that she had turned down an opportunity to be a permanent staff after her national service due to the manager’s promise of making life comfortable for her. Deborah revealed that her boss further promised to divorce his wife and marry her because his marriage had broken down beyond repairs. But in July 2022, their relationship suffered a blow when the first defendant decided to stop paying her rent and also providing other benefits he promised her. This compelled her to sue her former boss for breach of contract. Below is a list of her demands: Transfer the title of the car into her name. Cost of repairs of 10,000gh. Pay lump sum money to enable her to start a business. Pay remaining 2 years rent. Pay the outstanding arrears of her monthly allowance from July 2022 to the date of judgment and pay all medical expenses as a result of side e https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn2yfF7Dp6g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[forelsketparadise]

Somebody needs to remind Charles and Piere that they have girlfriends who are not their respective cars.

Charles is out there giving lovesick eyes to his car and talking about kissing his car and being in love with it.

Pierre is calling his outings in AT03 as dates.

The boys have got it bad for their cars. What kind of besties are they?

Charlotte and Katerina come take your boyfriends away please or you will end up losing them to the cars 😏

#pierre gasly #charles leclerc #best friends who are in love with their cars 🤝 #couple of besties #they are my idiots #girls come save your relationships #they are under threat by a car 🤣 #pg10 #cl16 #car lovers

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fic: Like It's Christmas Again

Summary: As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor, the charming estate she was hoping to turn use as a venue.

[AU/AH, Hallmark-movie inspired (I kid you not), Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers Holidays fluffapalooza]

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Part 1: The Nightmare Before Christmas 🎄

Caroline flips her hair back, plastering her best pageant smile on - sweet and practiced and full of condescension - before knocking on the window.

She was not expecting the handsome face that greets her when the tinted windows roll down. Eyebrows arched in mild curiosity framing piercing blue-grey eyes, a chiseled jawline and rosy fat lips. All the looks of someone who was born into money and power and a stupidly blessed genetic pool. It throws her for a split second, but Caroline recovers fast. Those are all the marks of a class A douchebag.

"Hi," she starts. "Quick question. Did you just tell your employee over there that his job depends on him cutting through that line to get you a cup of coffee?"

The man blinks away from her, to a point behind her, then back. "Probably," he replies, disinterested. "Though I believe the expression I used was post haste."

Caroline lets out an indignant breath. Maybe if Aurora hadn't given her a very similar talk just before she left for the most important job of her life, she would let this go. It's none of her business, after all. But with her boss' not-so-veiled threat still ringing vividly in her mind, it's all Caroline can do not to physically assault the man.

She draws in a breath, stuffing out her chest as righteousness rises inside her like a tidal wave. "You know, terrorizing your employee is not the way to keep him on his toes. In fact, studies show that a stressed-out worker is more likely to act impulsively and make poorly thought decisions that will lead to mistakes. So, trust me when I say that is not the way to go."

The man's lips draw into a slow smile. "Studies?" he parrots, sarcasm bleeding through his accent.

"Yes. It's a scientific fact. But I can also speak from experience, as someone who has heard those exact same words."

"And how's that worked out for you?"

"Badly."

"Forgive me, love, but you don't seem like someone who's floundering."

"I'm very self-assured," she states with a little smile.

"I can see that.” He flashes her a pair of insolent dimples that honestly make her want to hit him with the binder in her hand. "I'm sorry, love, it was a joke."

"What?"

"Young Joshua there is having a rather hard time adapting to his new role and he seems to be under the impression that I'm some kind of boogie man."

"And you're enjoying it?" she asks in a tone that makes the full extent of her reproach clear.

"Of course he is," Elijah says as he walks up to the car. "That has been his aspiration since he was a little boy. Where others would want to be astronauts and deep-sea divers, he wanted to leave a mark by becoming someone's worst nightmare. Finally found your heart's calling, Niklaus?"

Read more here on AO3

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So I have committed Christmas!fic! This will be a two-parts story, based on Hallmark movie Christmas at Pemberley, which is also, apparently, a Pride and Prejudice modern AU, but I wouldn't even go there. 🤣 It's very rom-com-ish and with a good dose of Mikaelson siblings bickering.

Shout-out to @recyclingss and @definedareasofuncertainty for the help, support and excitement that made me truly flash through this in the little time I had to write these last few weeks. And also to my friend Katherine @diaz-eddie, who was a super cheerleader. ❤️ All three had to suffer through my writing process and I really appreciate your patience, friends!

I really hope you guys enjoy it! And happy holidays, everyone! ☺️🎄❤️

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kc fic #kcfic #klarolinefic #klaroline fandom #kc fandom #klaus x caroline #klaroline shippers club #yokan writes #idiots in love #christmas!fic

[sydneekomspacekru]

Not the Hero ~ A Stranger Things fanfiction feat. Criminal Minds Baby Sister, Y/n Reid. ~ Part 2

Inspiration: Literally nothing, like just my midnight brain lmao. Summary: Y/n Reid is Spencer Reid's younger sister. Dr. Spencer Reid worked at the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia. His younger sister interning for Penelope Garcia. That was, before Y/n's life was put in danger by an unsub - who was never caught - who kidnapped and tortured her. Now, Spencer and Y/n have been put under protective custody and moved to Hawkins Indiana. Now, Y/n faces much bigger threats as she and her new-found family try to navigate the Upside Down and all its creatures, while also dealing with the usual hOrMoNeS. Warnings: Language, PTSD, Light Smut (Eventual), Pining, talk of Kidnapping/torture, drug use, self deprivation, gore, death, smoking, self harm, now I'm naming all of the warnings from Stranger Things on Netflix... I think that's it.

A/N: Ahahaha reader is bisexual because like how the fuck is she not supposed to be with Robin and Steve working there🤣 The order of things is kind of scrambled so beware. Also I have no idea if I've correctly written for PTSD so if anyone has any advice, it is completely welcome and wanted.

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Your weekend was shit. You sat around the house, doing nearly nothing all weekend. You hadn't received another text from any of the team yet, and the one that you had got last Friday had deleted itself on Saturday night. Finally it was Monday morning, and you mentally prepared yourself for the embarassment that was undoubtedly going to ensue.

Oh dear God, you thought, I'm going to make a complete fool out of my self.

"Hey Y/n," your brother hollered, knocking on the door. You flopped back onto the bed, you had got some unpacking done, and hung up some shelves to put your things up on.

You tugged on your shirt, you felt like a human gum ball. "Come in." You sat up, crossing your legs.

"Hey," he opened the door, looking around your room. "What time do we need to-" He snorted, trying to hold back a laugh as he noticed your uniform. You took off the stupid hat and threw it at him. He made no attempt to catch it, but picked it up and put it back on your head. "You look great."

"Haha, funny man." You rolled your eyes. "We should probably get going, my shift doesn't start until eleven, but I would rather get there a little early and it's almost ten thirty now."

"Okay, I'm ready when you are." He smiled at you and left your room. You huffed as you grabbed your bag, stuffing your charger, wallet, gum, and a change of clothes. You'd rather not change when you got home, you knew you'd be exhausted.

You heard a thump somewhere in the apartment, and you struggled to work back the memories that threatened to strangle you.

You were sitting in the corner, not really knowing what to do. Someone came up to you and offered you a drink. What was the worst that could happen? You get a little drunk and Spencer yells at you, who cares? You accepted the drink, you took a sip and heard a loud thump echo through the house, you heard someone yell that everything was fine, someone had fallen in the bathtub.

You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat, and you checked the time. 10:28. I should better get going, you thought. The mall was about fifteen minutes away, and someone had to show you how to do it all. Even if "all" was just scooping ice cream and using the register.

You took a deep breath, and hollered for your brother to start the car.

--

Spencer pulled up to Starcourt Mall, and warned you once again. "If anything bad happens while you're working here, then you won't go anywhere until you move out." He was serious, and stared you down until you nodded. "Have a great first day of work, Y/n/n." He smiled now. You smiled, grabbed your bag, and hurried into the mall, turning into Scoops Ahoy. You cringed as the kids looked at you, one of them giggled. You gave the little boy a small smile, and went up to the counter. You glanced at the clock, 10:52. You still had twn minutes, it shouldn't take that long to get with the program. It was scooping ice cream.

"Excuse me." You said to the girl behind the counter, she was faced away from you.

"Ahoy?" She turned around to face you, and started the greeting with fake enthusiasm, but it ended more like a question. "Are you the new girl?" She asked, looking you over, smiling a bit.

"Yeah, where do I need to go? I know I'm early, sorry about that." You rambled out, it was all very awkward. You were standing in front of the counter, wearing the same outfit as her but you couldn't feel more out of place.

"You're good, you're good." She said, still smiling. "Come on, I'll show you the back. Steve is on his break, I'll make him show you what to do." She waved you behind the counter, and showed you to the backroom. "My name's Robin, by the way." She looked back at you before opening the door.

"I'm Y/n." You felt your face grow warm. Even though it was a small gesture, her opening the door made you feel special.

"This is the back!" She made a grand gesture, spreading her arms, as she hopped in front of you. The room was small, and certainly nothing magnificent. "Where we smoke weed and eat ice cream right from the carton." She winked, and you both laughed.

She walked over to a boy with brown hair, and you seriously hoped it wasn't the rude one from the other night. "This dingus right here is Steve." She smacked him lightly on the back, and he turned around. "You have to teach Y/n how to scoop ice cream." She snickered, turning to you, "Good luck, it'll be the longest five minutes of your life." She smiled at you, and started towards the door.

That was when you realized it hadn't even been five minutes. You hadn't been around the pretty girl named Robin for five minutes and you were already crushing on her. You breathed a laugh out as she spun and walked back out the door to go deal with a kid that dropped her ice cream.

You turned back towards Steve, still a little pissed off about your interaction on Friday. "So..." You said.

"I'm sorry about being an ass the other day, it was a sucky day." He stood up and tried to give you a smile. He obviously was not feeling great.

"Thanks." You tried to get past how desperately you wished Robin was in here instead of him, the asshole who told you to fuck off when you accidentally ran into him. "So, are you gonna teach me how to scoop ice cream or what." You snorted, it was kind of ridiculous. The idea that you had to be trained to scoop ice cream and put it on a cone.

"I guess so." He shrugged and told you to follow him. He brought you to the freezer and grabbed an extra thing of ice cream.

--

Scooping ice cream proved to be harder than it seemed. Your fingers were sticky with melted ice cream, and you and Steve were both cracking up because you were either dropping ice cream or flinging onto one of you.

"You're actual shift doesn't start until 11:30, so you still have twenty minutes to practice back here. But unfortunately, my break was over ten minutes ago. So, do whatever." He smiled and jokingly saluted you before walking back out.

You scooped ice cream and put it back in for ten more minutes before you got bored of it, and checked your phone. You got a text from Spencer, Good luck, have a good day. I'll pick you up when your shift is over.

You texted him back really fast, Thanks😊

You looked through your other notifications, two from Instagram, a couple from Twitter, most were from the various little games on your phone. You swiped all of them out, then you got to a text message from an unknown number. Your eyes lit up, and a wide smile found its way to your face.

You opened your phone, and looked through the message.

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Damn, this is a little harder. It's not too much of a problem though.

It took fifteen minutes, but you finally finished.

Hey mini Reid. Good luck @ the job. We luv u. - Dm, Pg, JJ, Dr, Ah, Ep

It was Morgan that texted you this time, he texted more like a teenager than a 30-somethin year old man. It was quite laughable, really. You didn't realize it until you had already deduced that Morgan had sent the message, but whoevers initials came first on the signature was the one who wrote the message.

You snorted, you figured Garcia had been keeping tabs on you. You didn't realize that she could do that, though. You hadn't even started your job yet and she knew. I mean, unless she had been talking to your brother... But he wouldn't do that, would he?

Your eyebrows pulled together, would he really talk to them without telling you? Especially about you?Granted, you were doing the same thing, but you were his little sister, and he knew how attached you were to everyone.

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You read over it, checking it against your key - Hey yall. Have you been talking to my brother too? Luv yall too.

You sighed as you realized you had to start your shift. "This'll be fun."

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"That was not fun. At all." You laughed as the three of you walked to the back room. Robin showed you how to close up, now you, her, and Steve were heading to the back to change out of the ridiculous uniforms. "I mean, it's scooping ice cream for giddy little kids. I would've thought that they'd be happier." You ranted, both of your new friends laughed. They understood. "I mean, they're little shits. They're parents are feeding them sugar, and they're assholes!" You let your hands drop to your thighs, making a loud slap.

"Yeah, it doesn't get much better." Steve snorted, grabbing his bag, heading to the men's bathroom.

"So," Robin said. "I didn't see your car out there, is your boyfriend picking you up?"

You snorted. "I think you're forgetting that I just moved here a few days ago. My brother is picking me up."

"Nice brother you've got there. What about your parents?" You hesitated when you went to grab your bag. You grabbed your pajamas - the only thing you were doing when you went home was going to sleep, you would take a shower in the morning - and shoved your hat into your bag.

"My dad left when I was little, and I decided to move in with my brother a few years back. My mom didn't have a problem with it." You had never gone over that detail of your backstory.

"Oh, cool." She smiled and walked out the back door. Guess she isn't changing.

You walked into the bathroom, you were careful not to let any of your clothes touch anything while you changed. You were nowhere near as bad a germophobe as your brother, but it was still disgusting.

You shook your body out, thankful to be in some comfortable clothes, and ran your hand over your face.

You sighed, content, as you walked out of the bathroom. You were ready for Spencer to come pick you up and go to sleep. You pulled out your phone, squinting at the bright screen. You turned the brightness down, the store was dark except for the last scattered light bulbs you would turn off when you left. You texted Spencer, telling him you were ready.

You sighed and looked up, only to see someone in front of you. "Jesus, Steve! You scared the shit out of me." You had slapped your hand over your chest and he let out a quiet laugh.

"Sorry, I was just about to leave." He smiled at you. "Is someone picking you up?"

"My brother is. He'll be here in a little while, I only live fifteen minutes from here." You nodded, following him out of the store, flicking off the lights.

"Okay. I'll stay here with you until he gets here. It can get pretty creepy here by yourself." He nudged you with his shoulder.

You smiled at the offer, "Thank you." Was all you said. It meant a lot though, it would have been absolutely terrifying to be here alone.

--

Thirty minutes went by, and no word from Spencer. You and Steve had sat there on the curb outside of the mall, talking about anything really. You found out you both liked some of the same music, and that he went to Hawkins High School. Where you would have went if you hadn't graduated early. He was really impressed by that, "My ex-girlfriend was really smart too." It got quiet after that, you didn't want to pry, even though you were curious.

"Shouldn't your brother have been here by now?" He asked after a couple minutes of silence.

You checked the time, you hadn't realized it had been that long. "Damn, I guess so. I'll try calling him." You sighed. This was turning out to be a ship shape day.

"Hey, I can give you a ride if you need one."

"Okay, let me just see what's going on really fast." You weren't very fond of getting a ride from someone you had just met, but if your brother hadn't left the house yet, you supposed you didn't have a choice.

The phone rang thrice before he picked up,

"I'm so so sorry, Y/n. I fell asleep on the couch. I'll be right there." You heard him stumble, and knock into something. You stood up, starting to pace behind Steve in the entryway of the mall.

"Spencer, calm down. I'll just get a ride from a friend that works at Scoops too. You can go back to sleep." You heard all motion on the other line stop, dead silence rang through the other side.

"What's their name? I don't think you should do that, Y/n/n. I don't know her." You sighed. His voice had done that thing where it gets all tight and high, you hated it. It gave you anxiety, you knew when you got home you were going to get a lecture.

"His name is Steve, it's fine Spencer. Calm down. I'm getting a ride home. I love you. Bye." You were dreading going home. It made your stomach twist, and you hung up before he could say anything else. It was an overreaction, you cutting him off like that, but you were old enough to get a ride home from a friend. Even if you were terrified.

"I'm sorry, Steve." You said, sighing. "Can you please give me a ride back to my apartment? I'm sorry for forcing you into this situation. I can call him back if you need me to." You turned to him, he was still sitting down on the curb.

He stood up, putting his hand on your shoulder. "It's alright. I'll give you a ride home, come on." He gestured for you to follow him.

You climbed into his car, and he twisted the key in the ignition. "Do you want the heat on?" You nodded, it was February and you were cold. You weren't expecting to be outside in just some night shorts and a too big flannel that covered a tank top. You rubbed your arms, you didn't realize you were cold until you felt the warm air kick in.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, of course. It's not a problem." He nodded, glancing over at you. Your phone was blowing up. Spencer was texting you, trying to get a last name so he could give it to Garcia. You knew they had been talking. You scoffed at him.

"What's wrong?" He shifted in his seat some, he was angled more towards you.

"It's nothing really." You felt like you had to tell someone. "Just my brother and some past drama." You didn't want to though. You barely even knew this boy. "It's just... Can I tell you something? If I do, you can never tell anyone."

He nodded, his eyebrows scrunching together. "No, never. My lips are sealed." He smiled at you, "zipping" his lips. But he became more serious once he saw you weren't playing around. "I promise."

You sighed. "My brother is an FBI agent."

He raised his eyebrows.

"And I'm under protective custody because of his job." You decided to dive right into it. Why sugarcoat it? You had already decided to tell him, why hold anything back.

"Wow." Was all he said.

#Not the hero part 2 #Spencer Reid x sister!reader #Steve Harrington angst #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x reader fluff #Steve Harrington fluff #Angst #Fluff #Smut #tw kidnapping #tw kidnap mention

[hobeemin]

Delightful Temptations: Desire

🌹 Genre: Smut, PWP, Supernatural AU

🌹 Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) OC

🌹 Rating: 18+

🌹 Warning(s): Incubus!Yoongi, Dom!Yoongi, smoking, brief domestic dispute, insults, brief violence, threats, escort, flirting, seduction, teasing, unprotected sex (PDA: safe sex is the best sex), consent, fingering, dirty talk (Yoongi is filthy), oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, edging, biting, blood (?), some aftercare, alcohol, swearing

🌹 Inspiration: MB

🌹 Word Count: 5.4k

🌹 Credits: @yoongs-jeontae 💜 a special shout out for putting up with this sinful series...yeah it’s fluff for the remainder of the year 🤣😂

🌹 Summary: Three deliciously woven tales about a group of Incubi with a taste for something oh so sweet.

🌹 A/N: For the @bangtanshadowfamily​ Creatures of Moonlight Manor Halloween collab

“Min Yoongi!”

“Min Yoongi!”

“Min Yoongi!”

The cheers echoed into faint whispers from the stage as he walked down the corridor towards the backdoor of the theatre. Undoing his black bowtie, he let it hang around his neck. Pushing the door open, he stepped down the stairs and pulled a clove cigarette out of a small case. He lit it after struggling with the flame and inhaled deeply letting the smoke fill his lungs. He closed his eyes relishing the taste of cinnamon and nutmeg enrapturing him. His moment of silence was interrupted as his eyes shot open, annoyance read across his face.

“I know you’re there. Come out.”

Two men shimmered in front of him towering over him by a few inches. Slightly irritated he gave them each a curt nod.

“I can’t even have a moment's peace,” he muttered.

The male closest to him with auburn hair chuckled leaning on the railing. “Oh come on Hyung. Can’t we congratulate you on your performance?”

The tallest perched against the brick wall, nodding in agreement. His ash-brown hair bangs hanging over his eyes. “I think it was your best yet. You didn’t even give an encore.”

Yoongi shrugged, tapping the ash to the ground. “You know I like to leave them on edge Namjoon.”

“Pfft. Bullshit. You played the piano. The way they were acting, you would think it was a rock concert,” Namjoon said incredulously.

Yoongi shrugged. “Classical music has a way with women. Yall should try it sometime. What do you say Hobi?”

Hobi shook his head grimacing. “No thanks, I’ll pass. Do what works for you.”

Yoongi tossed his cigarette in the ashtray and blew out the remaining tendrils of smoke. “So why am I being graced with your presence? I thought you had women occupying your time.”

Hoseok smirked. “They have to rest at some point.”

Namjoon laughed, nodding an agreement. “Actually we wanted to take you out to celebrate.”

“Hard pass. I plan to hole up in my hotel room with a great bottle of bourbon,” he replied.

Hoseok’s lips formed their signature pout. “What? How lame is that? When was the last time you had a good time? Wait, don't answer that. When was the last you fucked...for pleasure?”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled upward. “That is none of you goddamn business.” He brushed his dark hair off his forehead giving them both a hard stare. “Frankly, this little bet we have going is asinine. I’m over it.”

Namjoon shook his head. “It was your idea in the first place, Yoongi. Gonna back out now on us.”

“Yall can suck it for all I care,” he spat angrily. With a sigh, he slouched against the building. “Screw it. I’m tired and all I wanna do is sleep. See you later.”

The pair watched their brother walk off just as a car pulled up. 

---

Yoongi exited the car thanking the driver just as a valet walked up. “Evening Mr. Min. Staying with us again?”

“That’s right. Good to see you, Williams,” he replied pushing the revolving doors open.

Stepping into the lobby, he looked around at the familiar setting. The cream and gold colors stood out under the accents of ebony furniture. Fresh flowers lingered in the air. The enormous teardrop chandelier swayed above the front desk with the winding majestic staircase behind it. A baby grand piano stood near a roaring fireplace as small groups mingled about near the bar off to the far left, holding drinks. 

Lovely, he was in time for cocktail hour. Something to do later after checking in.

Yoongi stepped to the front desk, unbuttoning his suit jacket. The front desk manager looked up from his computer and gave him a smile.

“Mr. Min! Welcome back!”

“Good evening,” he stated with a nod.

The manager typed a few keys on the keyboard. “Same room, alright?”

“Of course.” 

The manager handed him his keycard. “For you sir. You won’t be disturbed–”

Out the corner of his eye, Yoongi could see a man and woman arguing near the foot of the grand staircase. From their body language, things were getting heated. He picked up a few parts of their conversation.

“You think I owe you something? You’re lucky I even considered giving you the time of day! You’re nothing without me, you hear?! Nothing! Just another pretty face with a mouth who can blow!” the man whispered angrily.

The woman didn’t flinch at his words. In fact, she seemed bored with it all and it probably wasn’t the first time she heard him say that or heard those things. This angered the man more and he slapped the purse from her hands, knocking it to the ground. As she bent down to collect the things spilled over the floor, he grabbed her up by her arm and shook her hard.

“Did you hear what I said? Bitch, answer me!”

She slapped him across the face making him step backward. He recovered quickly, stomping forward fist ready to swing when the hotel security appeared grabbing the man. The manager blushed in embarrassment. 

“Oh my goodness! The vulgarity!” The manager gave Yoongi a pleading look. “I swear. Nothing like this happens around here, sir.”

Yoongi smirked, pocketing his room key. “No worries. Have a good night.”

Instead of going directly to his room, Yoongi decided to have one more smoke. Something caught his eye on the ground. One of the key cards laid on the floor where the woman had dropped her purse. He reached down and picked it up, flipping it around in his hands before sliding it into his suit pocket, and walked on.

To Yoongi’s amusement, the security guards stood glaring at the man trying to keep him from the woman. She held her purse, the clasp now broken, and looked smug at the man. He was livid, face blotched with red. “You can’t kick me out! I paid good money to stay here!”

One of the guards shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we don’t permit that sort of behavior. We’re gonna have to ask you to vacate the premises.”

The man sputtered in shock. “Vacate the–” He roared looking at each guard. “Do you know who I am?! I could have you all fired and this place condemned! If I had any–”

“Hey,” Yoongi slipped his cigarette between his lips and sauntered over casually. They turned to him curiously. The security guards gave him a quick look of understanding and backed away. Yoongi jutted his chin towards the door. “You’ve caused enough of a disturbance. Why don’t you leave while you still have some dignity?”

His face  turned a shade similar to a beet as he stalked up to Yoongi squaring him up. His finger jabbed him in the chest making Yoongi stumble back. “Who the fuck are you? I’ll do what the fuck I want and I’m gonna stay here!”

Yoongi brushed the front of his jacket, adjusting it on his shoulders. He glanced over at the woman with a quiet smile. He pulled the key card from his pocket and held it out to her. “I believe this is yours, miss.” She stepped forward and took it from his fingers giving him a small smile before moving away from the group. 

His expression darkened at the way Yoongi ignored him, he grabbed him by the front of his shirt bringing him to eye level. With a sly smirk, Yoongi’s eyes turned black letting the man see his reflection. “You don’t wanna fuck with me. Take your shit and leave. Got it?”

He paled as he dropped his grip on Yoongi and put as much space between them. He practically jumped into his car as the valet pulled it up to the curb and peeled off. 

The woman had watched the exchange, far enough away to not hear the words, but she saw how quickly the guy left. The breath she’d been holding, escaped between her lips, and she slumped back against the wall with a sigh. 

Yoongi noticed her body language and walked up to her, tucking his cigarette away. “Everything alright?”

She jumped with a startle staring at him. “Yes. Yes. Um...I’m fine.”

He hummed and pulled his loose tie from his neck and stuffed it in his pocket. “Cool. Have a good night.” He turned around and walked back into the hotel whistling to himself. 

She finished picking up the fallen items, stuffed them in her clutch purse and walked back in. Her thoughts racing at what to do in her current situation. Should she leave? Stay? Drink herself silly at the bar? She sighed checking to make sure the keycard was secure in her purse and headed towards the elevator. A night alone seemed like the smartest choice.

Staring at her phone, she didn’t notice anyone next to her until the elevator chime.

“After you.”

She looked up in surprise to see Yoongi standing in the small lobby hallway.

“Oh, thank you.” She walked in as he followed, fingers extended over the buttons.

“Your floor?”

She looked up from her phone feeling dumb. The elevator had yet to move. “Oh...uh nine, please.”

Yoongi nodded and pressed the button. “Hm, same floor as me.”

She shrugged with a smirk. “Small world.”

Now that they were alone, Yoongi was able to get a better look at the woman. Not that he wanted to pass any judgment on her, but she looked expensive. The blood-red ruched dress with sleeves seemed like a second skin on her. A sleek leather jacket rested on her shoulders, dark hair pulled off her face and twisted into a bun, minimal jewelry–just a pair of ruby earrings and matching ring. Name brand clutch held close to her side, makeup strategically placed to accentuate her features. Ankle strapped heels tapping on the elevator. He admired her appearance with quiet precision, never letting his eyes off her face. She was beautiful.

As he watched her, she did the same with him. Was he her type? She wasn’t sure, but was anyone? Whoever could afford her services was treated like royalty for the night. Being worshipped until hours ran out. Still, even though they only spoke maybe a few words, she was intrigued by him.

“Thank you,” she said.

He raised his brow at her inquisitively. “For?”

“What you did back there,” she explained slowly. “That guy...he would have been a pain to deal with later on. I don’t know what you said, but it was well deserved on him.”

Yoongi snorted. “Just a bit. And it was no trouble, he won’t be a problem anymore. How’s your arm?”

She shrugged. “I won’t break. Been through much worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” he replied.

She caught herself staring at him. His eyes seemed to pull her in. Shaking her head, she wondered why it was taking the elevator so long to get to their floor.

“I’m Desi,” she said.

“Yoongi.”

The bell chimed, signaling that they had reached their destination. Yoongi waited for her to walk off first before exiting. They stood in the hallway as the elevator doors closed and lowered back to the main lobby. Desi pointed down the opposite end. “I’m over there.”

Yoongi jerked his head in the opposite direction. "I’m in that corner.”

“That’s the penthouse suite,” she exclaimed.

“I always stay there when I’m in town,” he responded nonchalantly. 

She whistled low, clearly impressed. “Well, you’re full of surprises.”

“And so much more,” he hinted, a playfulness in his voice.

Desi chuckled softly looking away from his strong stare. “I won’t hold you up anymore. You probably have much better things to do than shoot the shit with me. People waiting on you and whatnot. Take care Yoongi.”

As she turned to walk away, Yoongi cleared his throat. “Actually, I’m just planning to decompress the remainder of the evening.”

Desi paused biting her lip but kept her back to him. “Oh, that’s a shame.”

He roamed her body momentarily before tugging at his earlobe. “I wouldn’t say no to some company.”

She turned back around giving him a smile. “I’d be pleased to join you.”

As the door beeped open, Yoongi pushed on it letting her walk in first. Desi looked visibly impressed by the suite. Wall to ceiling windows exhibiting the city’s skyline as the stars twinkled as a piano sat in the corner. Comfy leather couches circled a floating fireplace with a mini bar off to the side. A glass staircase led up to the bedroom that overlooked the entire suite with a glass divider. 

Yoongi walked over to the mini bar and saw a bottle of Woodford Reserve wrapped in a bow. He smirked, removing the top and grabbed a glass. He looked over his shoulder at Desi and held the bottle up.

“Would you like some?”

She nodded walking in further and placed her coat over the back of one the couches. “Yes, please.”

“How do you take it?” He inquired.

“Just one ice cube,” she answered, taking a seat and getting comfortable.

Impressive. She knew how to drink her bourbon. He filled her glass and walked over handing it to her, opting for the couch opposite hers. 

Desi took a generous sip, closing her eyes reveling in the smoothness of the alcohol. Finally, something seemed to go her way. 

Yoongi watched her over the rim of his glass. She seemed more at ease now, though she piqued his interest.

“So...Desi, what brings you here tonight?”

Her brow quirked at the casualness of the question. How boring. With the faintest smile she sat her drink on one of the coasters. Legs crossed with her elbow resting on the arm of the couch delicately, she finally answered him after a long pause. 

“I would think someone of your caliber would have guessed why I was in a place like this.” She ran a finger through her hair thoughtfully. “I cater to a higher breed of clientele.”

“Hard to tell by how that guy was down there,” he replied airily.

She smirked, grabbing her drink off the table and took a sip. “Touche.” Licking her lips, she looked him over with the same scrutiny he gave her. “So...Yoongi, what brings you here?”

Aw, how cute, she was deflecting. He tilted his head side to side, eye closed. 

She noticed how long his eyelashes were. He almost didn’t seem human by his movements. 

He got up and pointed to her almost empty glass. She nodded and he went over to the bar to pour another round for the two.

“Well,” he began letting an ice cube clink into each glass. “I come here to hide away. Alleviate what stresses I’ve accumulated.”

“From?”

He chuckled, returning back to the couch and handed her the glass. “People, life, responsibilities.”

Desi gave him an odd look. Usually, people would be intimidated by her aura. He seemed at ease. That was odd. Who was this man? Quiet, calculated, but still an enigma. Desi, due to her unconventional occupation, was able to read people easily. But with Yoongi, he was a blank slate. He only said what needed to be said in the moment. As much as it confused her, she found it oddly attractive. 

Finally taking notice of the piano by the windows, she got up and went over to it. Lifting the fallboard, the ivory keys shimmered under the lights. She stared at it fondly and ran her fingers across the board in a crescendo.

“You play?” He asked, observing her from his seat.

“Something like that,” she answered, still looking at it.

Yoongi emptied his glass and crunched the ice slowly. “Play me something.”

She glanced over a shoulder at him with a frown. “Don’t patronize me.”

He met her gaze, eyes hardening. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d like to hear you play something.”

Desi stared at the piano ivories, gathering her thoughts. With a sigh, she placed her fingers over the keys and started to play. As she got more relaxed, her playing grew bolder. The melody grew, almost bringing out her inner thoughts. 

Yoongi watched from afar. There was a sadness to it as she played, but an undertone of sensuality. Her technique more than intermediate, he could tell she had played for years. He set his drink down and walked over to her. Yoongi leaned on the piano just watching her. 

Desi’s eyes were closed as she played, her body in sync with her piano playing. It became an extension of her body. Nothing mattered. To Desi, the only thing important was the symphony she created.

A yearning came over Yoongi. Something about her made him feel...infatuated. Still, while he was aware of what she was, what she did–that wouldn’t stop him from having her. Yes, that’s what it was.

He wanted her, in the worst way.

She finished in a flourish of notes ending with a decrescendo. Yoongi clapped softly as she opened her eyes. Her cheeks flushed now realizing he was standing so close to her.

“You’re talented,” he stated. 

Desi rolled her eyes, but smiled. “It’s been ages since I played. I’m surprised I still remember that song.”

“What was that? I don’t believe I’ve ever heard it before.”

She smirked. “That’s cause I wrote it.” She sighed in longing. “I wasn’t always like this. I had dreams once upon a time.”

Yoongi drummed his fingers on the piano gently. “Shit happens.”

Desi let out a bitter chuckle and nodded in agreement. “Shit does indeed happen.” She raised her brow at him with a playful stare. “Do you play?”

“Hmm,” he glimpsed at her with a beguiled expression. “I dabble.”

She snorted scooting on the bench to give him room. “Bullshit. I wanna hear something. I’ve embarrassed myself enough tonight.”

Yoongi laughed, his smile spreading and he sat down beside her. “Fine. What do I get if I do?”

Desi poked his side. “Respect,” she answered coyly. That earned another laugh between the two of them. 

He grinned rolling his shoulders. “Fair enough. Any requests?”

She gestured to the piano. “Whatever you feel like playing.”

He nodded, fingers poised over the keys. Starting the first new notes, the smile dropped from her face. He cleared his throat as he began to sing. “Makin’ my way downtown, walkin’ fast, faces pass and I’m homebound.”

Stupefied only momentarily, she swatted his shoulder making him stop his playing as he broke out in a fit of giggles. He snorted through the tears. “I couldn’t resist. Your face was priceless.”

Desi huffed crossing her arms over her chest. “You think you’re so funny.” 

He gave her a gummy smile and winked. “I am. You just don’t appreciate my humor.” He wiped his eyes giving her knee a squeeze, surprising her by how warm his touch was. “Alright I’ll play you something for real this time. I promise.”

As if getting into the zone, Yoongi began to play. This time an attentiveness and a sprinkle of calmness took over him. The passion apparent on his face. Desi felt a burst of emotions take over as she observed him. He seemed otherworldly. The way his fingers danced across the keyboard was an art. It took her breath away. As he finished the last few notes, tears trickled down her cheeks as she let out a quiet sob.

“How did you know?”

 “The River Flows in You is a favorite song of mine. I play it when I’m feeling down.”

“I love that song,” she whispered.

“I can tell,” he murmured looking into her eyes. His eyes searched hers with a tiny smile. “I’d love to kiss you right now,” he confessed, shocking himself with the comment. 

“You wanna kiss this face with tears and runny makeup?” she asked incredulously.

Yoongi reached out and wiped them away with his thumb. Desi surprised herself, letting him wipe her tears. Such intimacy she wasn’t used to. “I wanna kiss...whatever you want me to kiss,” he answered, his voice husky.

She felt that through her core as she shuddered making her thighs clench together. Biting her lip, she leaned towards him, her eyes flicking to his lips. “Then kiss me.”

Yoongi licked his lips, his gaze lustful and he bent forward. Before their lips touched, Desi pulled back at the last second a mischievous smirk on her face. He shook his head highly amused with her antics. While he wasn’t one to play games, with her it didn’t seem foolish, although he had a feeling she was teasing him, making him work for it, and that suited him fine. 

He got from the bench and held his hand out for her to take. Desi placed her hand in his palm and he helped her to her feet. Tugging her close to him, the heat radiated off their bodies. They stayed like that for sometime just breathing, bodies in tune with the other's. Yoongi reached out and curled her hair between his fingers moving to hold her face gently in his hands. The longing in his eyes made her almost weak. 

God she wanted to kiss him. 

What had made her pull away before? She hardly had time to think of a coherent thought before Yoongi gripped the back of her neck and crashed his lips to hers in an untamed, passionate kiss. She gripped the front of his jacket pulling him closer until their bodies molded into one another. Yoongi moved his hands to wrap around her waist. His tongue slipped past her lips, running it gently with hers. Her moans muffled as the kiss deepened.

Yoongi could feel his desire for her grow and knowing they’d need air, he pulled away. Desi wobbled from the force of the kiss. Lips bruised, cheeks flushed, the lust burned in her eyes. As she let out a needy moan, Yoongi kicked the bench of the piano out the way and pushed her against the piano. Her ass landed on the keys making her jump with a startle.

Eyes dark with yearning, he stepped forward only to have her leg lift up and her heel press against his abdomen. She wagged her finger while tsking. A playful smile on her face. This little tease. Yoongi took note of her dress riding up her thick thighs. Licking his lips, eyes narrowed, a snarl formed on his face.

“Take those off. Now.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt her body respond to his command. Desi dropped her foot to the floor and raised her hips, slipping her fingers under her dress, dragging the material from between her thighs. Once her underwear reached her leg, Yoongi took it upon himself to yank them down and off her, throwing them over his shoulder. He knelt down in front of her, never wavering his stare. He ran his hands over her skin, chasing the goosebumps as they formed.

“You really are beautiful,” he murmured. “I bet you get told that all the time.”

Desi mewled at his touch, watching his fingers tickle her skin as he pushed her dress up. “Not enough,” she said, letting out a needy moan.

The smell of her sex perfumed the air. Yoongi practically drooled at the sight. He nipped at her inner thighs, his nose grazed her outer lips. With a low, rough moan, he glided his fingertips against the velvety skin already coated in her arousal.

“I’m going to taste you,” he said, making eye contact. “Make you fall apart.”

Desi squirmed, her muscles clenching on nothing, but craving something more. “D-Do it.”

“Say please,” he hissed.

She let out a shaky breath and pleaded. “P-Please.”

Yoongi went at her like a man starved, devouring her. He attacked her clit relentlessly, sucking and nipping the sensitive bud as she writhed under him. The piano keys banged as her hips slammed into it. Her fingers grabbed his hair, keeping him immobile–not that he wanted to if he tried. Two fingers slid into her pussy curling downwards on her muscles fucking her slowly. He shaped his mouth over her clit like a suction coaxing her sweet little cries forth. It was music to his ears.

Desi could see stars from how hard her eyes were shut. Her orgasm built quickly–something that rarely happened, even in her profession. 

“Y-Yoongi, I’m gonna come!”

He stopped his motions, removing his fingers. Desi drew out a whimper at the sudden motions of losing his touch. 

He sucked on his fingers relishing her taste and closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Not yet. You’ll come when I think you're good and ready.” 

She cooed watching him suck his fingers, her body buzzed in excitement. Her hand extended out to yank at his waistband before he slapped her hand away. He opened with eyes as they glowed. “No.”

She sulked at being rejected. Her lips quivered as her eyes softened. “But I want to make you feel good,” her voice subdued.

He snickered, bringing her up to stand off the piano. “Another time.” He gave her ass a squeeze as he kissed her lips. Nibbling on her neck to hear her gasps, he traced her pulse with his tongue. “All I want is to be buried deep inside you, fill you with my cock, and make you scream my name.”

Desi whimpered as a fresh wave of lust rippled through her body. Yoongi’s eyes burned with thirst. “Can I do that, Desi?”

She reached down and palmed the front of his pants, his cock straining against the fabric. “Fuck me. Now.”

Without any hesitation, he ripped her dress open like it was paper. Her breasts bounced out of their confines and he latched on to a nipple, suckling harshly. Desi threw her head back trying to not crumble to the floor. Yoongi let her nipple go with a pop and gave the other one equal attention. 

When he felt her growing weak against him, he picked her up with ease and tossed her on the couch. Desi laid spiraled there looking at him with hooded eyes watching as he undressed.

“We’re not going to make it up to the bed,” he growled. “I need you now.”

She trailed her finger to her pussy lips purring as she drew small circles on her clit. Yoongi’s Adam’s apple bobbed staring at the sight. It was enough for him to step forward, closing the space between them. “Turn around for me,” he ordered. “Get your hands on the arm of the couch.”

Desi did as she was told, becoming aroused by how he was taking command. He fist his cock, running his hand up and down the shaft staring at how her pussy dripped. Grunting, he lined himself up, coating her arousal on his tip and shaft.

“Fuck Desi,” he croaked.

He almost cried out as he slipped past her folds. That warm velvety sensation gripped his cock causing his leg muscles to shake. Breathing out hard through his nose, he thrust in slowly taking note of her reaction. Desi was in a state of exhilaration. She engulfed his cock greedily, her breath hitched once he was hilt deep. They both exhaled, getting used to the sensation. He leaned forward kissing a trail down her spine causing her push back on him earning a slew of curses by him.

Yoongi waited until she gave him the cue to start and began to thrust. Slow at first, stretching her walls as she felt every vein in his cock rub her walls. She writhe, gripping the arm of the couch for dear life. Through gritted teeth, she looked over her shoulder at him. 

“Go faster.”

His fingers dug into her hips getting a better grip and pulled his cock out, only leaving the tip. He leaned in to her earlobe, kissing and tracing the shell with his tongue. “You can ask better than that, kitten,” he drawled, moving one hand over her clit to circle slowly making her hips jerk forward. Desi keened into the touch as he went painstakingly slow. She clenched her teeth attempting to hold back her moans.

“Ah...fuck...Y-Yoongi...right there...please...please I want to feel you...all of you.” 

Shit that was hot. 

Yoongi wasted no time and slammed his hips into hers. The only sounds of their grunts and pants. He kneaded her flesh under his hands, almost bruising the skin. His free hand wandered back up to her neck, her hair cascading over his skin, he wrapped the strands around his fist and gave a sharp pull forcing her head up. The tingling sensation jolted to her core, arousing Desi. Her eyes rolled back as he pumped into her continuously.

That familiar feeling returned as he edged her closer. He could sense her body readying itself to climax. He slowed his movements, shuddering at the vice like grip around his dick. Arms shaky, Yoongi positioned them onto the couch cushions laying horizontal. There was enough room for both of them to lay against each other. His back against the backrest as she laid against him.

He turned her face to him and captured her lips,  tasting her tongue in a slow sensual way. Desi moaned, wrapping her arm around his neck pulling him in more. Yoongi groaned, sucking her tongue as he moved down to nibble her neck.

“You’re going to surrender to me and come undone while I fuck you slowly.”

He lifted her leg and pierced her in the new angle. Desi cried out as his cock hit her deeper than before. Massaging her breast and he grinded her pussy slow and steady, eyes boring into hers. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Do you want me?” he teased, breath tickling her ear. “Fuck. I want you kitten. I want you to be mine. Make you feel like this all the time.”

His words made her throb, she almost couldn’t take it. “Y-Yes Yoongi...I-I want you. I want to be yours!”

He smirked as his fangs slid into view. “Say it Kitten. Say it again!”

“I-I’m yours!”

Yoongi plunged his fangs into shoulder just as both climaxed at the same time. Her walls quivered around his shaft as he coated her insides with white. Desi convulsed against him riding out her high as Yoongi got his fill in two ways. 

He tore away from her shoulder letting her essence drip from his lips closing his eyes in bliss. Desi went limp from the sheer force of her orgasm, her breathing uneven. Yoongi lapped at the trickle of her essence still flowing from the wound. He kissed it, making the wound close up and rested next to her, still impaled in her pussy. 

Sweaty, but satisfied, he brushed the hair off her face and kissed her cheek gently.

---

He wasn’t sure how many hours passed, but Yoongi awoke still cuddled with Desi. He slipped from her pussy and placed a blanket over her body, grabbed his robe and went out to the balcony to have a well deserved smoke. He sniffed, taking in the scenery as he blew out some smoke. He sensed the air around him change as he leaned on the rail, a bemused look on his face.

“Get the fuck out here.”

Namjoon and Hoseok shimmered into view with smug expressions. Yoongi barely acknowledged them while he smoked.

“Say what you need to say and get those shit eating grins off your faces.”

Hoseok laughed, clapping his hands. “I have to say I’m impressed Yoongi Hyung.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement. “Damn, you put her to sleep too. Shit Yoongi.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he sighed. He glanced back through the glass doors. “She’s different.”

“I bet,” Namjoon chortled. He glanced at his watch and whistled low. “Speaking of that, I got an appointment with Naomi.”

Hoseok cursed glancing at his phone. “Shit. Yeah. I promised Zoe I'd stop by.”

Yoongi snorted in disbelief. “Who's the whipped bastard now?”

Namjoon waved him away, rolling his eyes. “Alright, you made your point. We’ll meet up later, yeah.”

“Sure. Night fellas.”

They shimmered away as the glass doors slid open. Desi, wrapped in the blanket wiped her eyes letting out a sleepy yawn. “Y-Yoongi?”

He smiled, took her hand and kissed her forehead. “Sorry didn’t mean to leave you alone. You looked so peaceful sleeping.”

“It’s okay. I thought I heard voices,” she said nuzzling against him.

“Naw was just people down below,” he explained, extinguishing his cigarette. He lifted her chin pecking her lips. “How about we go take a shower and get in bed? I think I have a few more ways to show you what I have to offer, kitten.”

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