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Sign Here: Chapter Three
Sign Here Masterlist
Summary: All of Min Yoongi’s partners never knew what he truly wanted. Too scared to tell them to their face, he decides to just invest into a professional. He didn’t know you were exactly what he was looking for.
Pairing: Min Yoongi X Reader
-> Genre: Yoongi x Dominatrix!reader, Smut
-> Warnings for this Chapter: You with other clients, Yoongi has tattoos >_<, nipple play, pain play, spit play, throat fucking (gagging, choking, coughing), a lil bratty!Yoongi
-> Word Count: 2,700+
A/N: I’m actually proud of how this came out so I hope you enjoy!!
Chapter 3: Act One
Yoongi isn't sure what to do right now.
He's sitting on the couch in the living room of one of his closest friends, Kim Namjoon, as he fixes him a cup of coffee. The truth is, Yoongi told him that he had something he wanted to tell him. However, as he sits in the room listening to low volume jazz, playing on a record player while he messes with loose threads on throw pillows, he starts to rethink his decision. The crackling on the track couldn’t distract him enough. What would his best friend think?
Why did he even care that much?
Yoongi didn’t often confide in his friends for things. He knows it isn’t exactly healthy but he has always been one to deal with problems and decisions by himself. Now that he’s getting into a new relationship- BDSM at that, although he isn’t regretting his decision, he is iffy about whether he should share it with others. He knows no one is entitled to his thoughts but he wants to learn how to get more comfortable talking to his friends about personal things. Now that Yoongi is sitting on his best friend’s couch, he might as well commit. Why else would he be here?
“So, what’s the sudden request for a meet up about?” Namjoon walks up to him, a cup of tea in his hands. His eyes fill with concern because Yoongi has never so nervously called him before. He was usually calm, collected, and straight forward. Namjoon was the guy that gave him a new outlook on situations when he knew he needed to turn to someone. There is no judgment.
“You know how…a few months ago, I broke up with Ae-min.”
Namjoon nods as he sits back in his seat, adjusting the volume on his jazz music. “Did she try to talk to you again?”
Yoongi shakes his head briefly, “Rather, I got in a relationship. With someone else!”
Noticing how off character this was of Yoongi, the taller man places his tea cup down on his coffee table and lays his concern on the back burner for now. “Ah hyung, that’s great! When do I get to meet them?” His eyebrows wiggle, a grin popping on his face. Just the mood of Yoongi’s friend settles his nerves. Namjoon’s smiles are contagious.
Having a good judgment of character, Namjoon always took it upon himself to meet Yoongi's newest relationship. Ae-min was a woman that had been a particular thorn in Namjoon’s side. For the ten months the two were together, he could tell something was off. Whenever he was around, she was a bit too touchy; too flirty to someone who she knew was her boyfriend’s best friend.
It was when she pushed him against a wall at a party and tried to force a kiss on him when Namjoon had gotten the hint. No amount of alcohol would be able to shift him to betray his friend. When he was sobering up the next day, he called Yoongi about the ordeal. They officially broke up the very next day.
“That’s what I wanted to actually talk to you about the most. It’s not really the standard relationship that you think it is. I don’t think I’m ready to move on to something else yet.” Yoongi explains.
This leaves Namjoon further confused and it shows up on his face. It was understandable as Yoongi and his ex had been apart for almost 3 months. He rests his hot cup on the table and leans back in the plush of the couch before crossing his arms, “Then, what do you mean?”
Yoongi messes with his fingers for a second before just coming out with it. “I’ve decided to hire a professional dominatrix.” But it comes out more like a question than a statement.
One beat of silence. Then two.
“Woah. Wow.”
Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, breaking eye contact as he stretches for a moment. That wasn’t exactly the reaction Yoongi was expecting.
“I have a lot of questions but…honestly? Good on you. After what you’ve been through, I think it’s great that you’re moving on.” Namjoon looks back at him and smiles, showing his dimples. “I can ask you the details later but for now, can we finally watch this movie? I’ve been wanting you to see it for a while.”
Settled with Namjoon’s comments, Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee and gestures towards the television with a tilt of his head. “It better be scary.”
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“This will be our final play.” You mutter into your client’s ear, her hair firmly in your grasp. Your fingers made a mess of what was previously mid-length, neat scarlet waves. She nods in confirmation, not being able to reply with the gag in her mouth. “Good.” And you gently tap her cheek.
Then your phone dings. You sigh because you swear you put it on silent before starting today's session. Maybe this one was broken. You pick it up and read the message.
Mr. Min - Friday? Not sure I can do that but I’ll let you know
You pat the floor twice and your client scrambles on the floor to crawl at your fingertips. You sit on her back as she holds herself up by her hands and knees. She quivers from your weight and whines but holds her ground.
You - Absolutely. I’ll be there around seven if there aren’t any change in plans
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There’s a knock on his door and he has to look at the mirror near the entrance to see if he’s presentable before opening it. As expected, it was you, here at seven on the dot.
You walk in, black boots heavily clacking on the wooden floors of the entrance. You look around to what is immediately the living room after the first hallway. A deep gray couch with plants around the walls and near doors, some real and some fake.
It was only when you walked in that Yoongi realized he had no idea how this would start. Why is he so nervous?
“I got this for you.” You turn your head to him and hand him a gift bag. The top of it is covered with tissue paper. “Don’t open it yet.”
Yoongi can’t help but be curious for what’s in the bag. What did you give him? He places it near his shoe rack for now.
You take off your jacket and hang it on the rack at the entrance before walking up to the couch. You sit down, no invitation needed, and cross your legs. Then, you clap so loud it causes Yoongi to flinch.
“Today, we’re just going to get to know each other. Okay, darling?” You look back at him.
A shiver runs down his spine and he mindlessly walks and sits next to you. He nods, waiting for you to do or say anything. A couple of moments pass by as you get comfortable on his couch, twirling your finger absentmindedly on the soft texture of the couch.
“Take off your shirt and lay on my lap.”
You say it in such a careless way that it confuses Yoongi just a little bit. Why does he have to take off his shirt?
“What-“
And before he can finish his question, you’re lurching towards him and he shuts his mouth quickly when your fingers hold his chin. You not-quite-glare but challengingly stare at him while sinking into the brown of his eyes and him, the color of yours. One of your eyebrows go up and you let go to lean back on the couch, arms now spread on the back, his head close to your fingers. Now, you’re looking at him.
He does as you say, pulling his shirt over head and revealing his tattoos in full. A chain of blue roses cover his arms and almost continue to his shoulders. Instead, they run down his chest, the amount of flowers thinning and becoming smaller until it’s down his stomach. It is just enough to be covered with a simple long sleeve shirt. They were intricate and the details make it more gorgeous and life-like. Yoongi doesn’t have defined abs; he’s built perfectly and is just your type.
He usually is never looked at and analyzed like this often when his shirt has been off. His nipples go hard in the cold of the room and goose bumps rise on his skin. He resists covering his arms for warmth and comes over to you with as much confidence as he can muster.
You pat your lap, “c’mere.” It’s a bit cheerful, as if you’re treating him like a dog and he can’t deny that it makes him feel some type of way, his heart jumping out of his chest.
He rests the back of his head on your lap and he’s puzzled as to where this can possibly lead to.
Your fingers trace every stem and root of the tattooed flowers on his arms and make their way inwards. They ran down his chest with feather-like touches. Yoongi has to resist the urge to get closer for more of your warmth and instead he finds himself letting out the smallest sigh. He arches his back when your finger grazes his nipple.
“Sensitive here?” You ask in a mumble.
It’s rhetorical, he knows. It’s obvious that he is but he never had the courage to tell his exes and past flings that. Sure, he would take advantage of it when he would masturbate but no one has ever taken the chance to see for themselves. Except you. Maybe it’s because you’re a professional. You flick one and a smile grows on your face when his breath stutters.
“I would love to make you cum just like this.”
He wants to moan louder but he’s not used to being vocal. You can tell by the way he bites at his lips and little whines come from the back of his throat but don’t come out in full force. You know that is just something you’ll have to train him to do. You focus on playing with his nipples, pinching, flicking and rubbing them until he’s arching his pretty back closer to your hands.
It’s when you graze your nails up his pecs that he lets out a full blown moan. Red lines on his pale skin show up in your nails’ wake from its pressure. What stops you is his hands grabbing yours.
“Wait,” He’s out of breath. His eyes are blown out, cock making a clear outline in his pants and he shuffles his hips side to side as if it will help him gain release.
“Yucca?” You offer his safe word just in case he forgets it. Immediately he shakes his head.
So you pull his hands off of yours and continue your ministries.
“Fuck…”
He shivers again but this time it’s not because he’s cold. In fact, he feels like he might start sweating. He thought you were joking about making him cum with just his nipples but the longer you do this, the more he starts to believe you.
“Why’d you stop me?” You tug.
His teeth press together, arching, “This is a-a lot.”
One of your hands moves away from his nipples to dip into his newly agape mouth. When your fingers hit his tongue, he instinctively wraps his lips around them.
“This okay?” You say in this babying voice while your finger motions are anything but sweet. Your fingers are rougher, nails involved more than before. The fingers in his mouth are close to thrusting down his throat.
He’s so hard and you haven’t even touched his dick.
He nods almost immediately at your question, small humps in the air as he really starts to feel the texture of his pants. Why would he wear underwear in his own home? Well, he wasn’t expecting to be making this much of a mess in them. Gray sweatpants were the worst thing to wear because the wet spot on it couldn’t be hidden even if he tried.
You pull your fingers out of his mouth, spit attached to them before you swap hands. You coat and swirl your wet fingers around his sensitive nipples and with his okay, stuff the two from your other hand, down his throat until he’s gagging on it.
It’s more intense than he thought for your first session but he knows what he signed up for. He is the one who checked all those things down in the contract. He reaches to touch his cock just a bit for a glimpse of relief and a clear head but then you move your fingers from both his mouth and his chest.
“Baby…” You rub up and down on his tattooed arms. “You know better, don’t you?”
He looks into your eyes, his own glazed with lust. You notice the way he tries to subtly roll his eyes.
“Don’t you?” You repeat yourself, surprising him by pushing your fingers on his tongue. “Speak.”
“Y-yesh.” He gets out the sound even with your fingers in his mouth.
Your fingers run closer down his throat and he tenses. “Then…why did you even try it?”
He can feel himself twitching in his pants again. He’s realizing just how close he is to the edge.
You thrust your fingers down his throat again, watching tears build up in his eyes. He gags again, spit gathering at his lips. It doesn’t help when your finger are back to his nipples, even meaner than before.
“Wa-“ He tries to get out the ‘wait’ but the gagging is too much and instead, he chokes on it. You pull your fingers back to the top of his tongue as he coughs and squirms in your hold.
You fake a pout, rolling his nipples between two fingers and then running your nails down his chest once again.
“Fuck, wait wait, gonna-“
You lean down, pressing a kiss on his forehead and you mumble there. You talk to him soothingly and before he knows it, he’s shivering and making a mess in his sweatpants. His hands jump up and you grab them in yours, watching as he cums untouched. His eyes clenched tightly while he thrusts in the air, groans flowing from his lips and you do nothing but watch it all happen.
It’s not often that your clients cum without some type of lower stimulation so this is just a treat. You can’t deny how turned on you are.
When he’s lowered to trembles, you let go of his hand and kiss his forehead again. “Y’okay?”
His eyes open slowly, blurry and the light coming from the ceiling doesn’t help.
“Holy shit.” He puddles in your lap. He grips your thigh in a way you would call lovingly before looking into your eyes. “I’ve never done that before.”
“A lot of people haven’t.” You push your hand in his hair, saliva already dried on your fingers and his chest. You playfully flick at his nipple again and he moves away, letting out a small sound of disapproval. “I’ve learned a lot about you. You have quite the pain kink, don’t you?”
Yoongi presses his lips together before mumbling, “maybe.”
It’s either you don’t hear him or you choose to not acknowledge it. “How do you feel?”
It’s genuine and warms his heart. He hides his eyes behind his hair, feeling how uncomfortable it is in his pants. “I really need to take a bath.” And he lets out a small scoff.
“Can I help you out?” And you continue with a joke, “No extra charge.” Your fingers twirl in his hair, massaging his scalp.
“Well in that case…” He lingers his sentence, sarcasm dripping from his words.
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Yoongi looks at his pants on the floor, grimacing at the sight of it inside-out. He’s already soaked to his chest in hot water and he can feel his muscles relaxing under the bubbles and smell of lavender in the air.
You’re there, gently rubbing a sponge on his arms. “I want to get to know you-“
Yoongi lays back on the edge of his bathtub, eyes meeting yours, “You know I can’t trust you when you say that now, right?”
You stop your movements to let out a laugh, “To be honest, I was trying to learn about what you liked.” You dip the sponge in the sudsy water again and gently rub it on his arms, “Dare I say, I helped you learn something that you like.”
Yoongi chuckles and although he’d like to say something sassy, he holds himself back and gets comfortable in the steam and the feeling of your touch.
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I want an animated series between A New Hope and Empire Strikes Back, but I’d like it to start with a two-parter that takes place just before a New Hope. The series, in my mind, would star Leia, Luke, and Han as the main trio, of course, but with side appearances from characters like Rex and Ahsoka.
Anyway, series premiere two-parter that follows Rex and Leia. They’re doing something (I am here for funnies not for plot) and Leia does something and Rex just goes “haha, wow, just like General Skywalker used to…” only this happens like five times. Rex, by the end of part one, is like “…is this a miniature General Skywalker?”
And, in episode two, he’s like “no. No! This couldn’t be! General Skywalker didn’t have any kids, he would have been unbearable if he had any kids, and furthermore, Organa is Bail Organa’s kid. She acts like Skywalker, but there’s no relation.” But then, as the episode continues, he just keeps getting more evidence to the contrary. Like, she’s adopted, her birth mother died in childbirth, the only thing she knows about her birth father is that he was, at some point, a pilot, Bail Organa was Padme’s friend, etc, etc. But Rex is still like “There’s no way. It’s impossible.” Because he’s holding out hope that Anakin Skywalker did not manage to procreate.
But then, big finale moment, there’s some big fight and he watches Leia closely and sees her turn into just the coldest person as her whole face goes from warm and comforting to absolutely livid. They’re losing the fight and there’s nothing she can do, and Rex recognizes that expression because it’s more than just the same as Anakin’s, the motives behind it are the same and the feelings she has of hopelessness and anger and a craving to run out and carve through literally everyone who dares cross her path is all just like Anakin.
And the episode ends with Leia and Rex and a few others escaping. All the while, on her ship, Leia mutters about what she could have done better, never the sins of the soldiers, only her own issues and the episode ends with Rex realizing that it’s not impossible for her to be Skywalker’s blood kid, it’s impossible for her to be anyone else’s blood kid.
Episode two starts a few weeks later (Rex went on a vague mission, okay, he wasn’t here for a bit) and he’s finally come to terms with Leia being related to Anakin “I’m Going To Run Into Danger” Skywalker. He comes back amidst the excitement of the Death Star blowing up. Leia is there to greet him (she doesn’t know why this particular Clone War vet has started trying to talk her out of danger, but she likes him) and she’s unusually cheerful, even for the Death Star blowing up and Rex is immediately on edge.
Leia is like “I’m glad you’re back, there’s someone you should meet.” And it’s very ominous and only made more so by how wide she’s smiling. But Rex has never been able to say no to her, so he follows her to the mess hall or somewhere and he notices that there’s a big group of people around one specific table and he is filling with dread.
Leia calls out: “Hey, Luke!”
Rex watches as a blond boy in the middle of it all looks over automatically. A blond boy who is almost the spitting image of Anakin Skywalker and whose likeness to Anakin does not lessen as he comes over. Leia smiles at him, fond, then tells Rex, “This is Luke Skywalker. His father was a general in the Clone Wars. He was wondering if you knew anything about him- oh, and also, he is the one who blew up the Death Star.”
Luke: waves
Rex: “…I just remembered I have to go do something I’ll get right back to you on all this I’ll be right back I’ve just got to be gone for one moment-“
And the rest of the season is Rex coming to terms with the fact that there are TWO miniature General Sywalkers running around
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Petition to call canonical AUs “Off Brand Canon”.
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Want Invader Zim to return?? We can certainly try!
I have no idea how to lead into this, but there's a petition! This one seems to be gaining traction, so here's the link, if you're interested! ^^
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Sign Here: Chapter One
Sign Here Masterlist
Summary: All of Min Yoongi’s partners never knew what he truly wanted. Too scared to tell them to their face, he decides to just invest into a professional. He didn’t know you were exactly what he was looking for.
Pairing: Min Yoongi X Reader
-> Genre: Yoongi x Dominatrix!reader, Smut (later)
-> Warnings for this Chapter: Hand fetishizing, reader is a bit of a sadist, reader is afab but will use they/them pronouns (other than calling them a domanatrix and mistress)
-> Word Count: 900+
A/N: Chapter 1 is finally out!
Chapter 1: The Coffee Shop
“Sign here…and here...” You leaned back in the plush booth chair. “The next page is the things you want and will allow me to do.”
“If you don’t mind me asking…why are we at a coffee shop?”
“Because it’s a lovely place to be, non? Their drinks are good and not many people come to coffee shops at night. It gives us the privacy we need.” You offered him a brief smile but your breath stuttered when he smiled back. You could tell it was not his typical smile; there were no teeth involved. It was something more of a nerve-filled smile. From outside of context and the brief emotions he expressed, he seemed like a very intimidating man. Something about the way he dressed to the way he perceived himself from the outside eye made him someone you particularly looked forward to dominating. He was in ideal shape for the play you specialize in; he seemed composed and comfortable.
He knew what all of your spoken words meant. Every one of them had sewn a deeper connotation and it seemed the thought of some of them would cause him to let out a reaction. He did what he did best: monotonous expression.
You took a sip of your drink before continuing with your delicate small talk. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you want this?”
His thin lips parted open just a bit.
In your mind, part of your job was learning and eventually knowing how to read a person. You could tell he was never expecting you to ask him such a question. He never expected you to be interested in him and not just his money. Maybe your question took him off guard. He raised his hand to his mouth, nibbling at his beaten fingernails, and looked to other tables and scenery as if he would find his answer there. All he found was eyes that stared back at him.
You took a closer look at his hands just then. His fingers curved around the pencil, blue veins making them look appealing. You could think of an overwhelming amount of things you could do with hands that looked frail but strong. Your self-control almost always outweighed your lust, however, the sight of him staring at the paper like a frozen doe had your stomach turning in knots.
He was just your type.
“Well...every partner I have had…they’ve always wanted me to take over. I guess I just seemed like that type of guy.” You analyzed the man as he spoke. Thin but slightly muscular; His skin was naturally pale but you could see peeks of tattoos behind hidden skin. He had sleeves so you could not tell what hid behind them but you could see the faintest small one on his collarbone; something particularly in Korean. Almost everything he wore was black except for his shirt. A very stylish and good-looking man. You understood the misconception. “I didn’t have it in me to tell them. It’s not that I have a problem with taking control…I just know that I don’t prefer it.”
You smirked and caressed the air near the man as if to frame his head shape in your brain. “To be honest, you don’t look like the type of guy to want to get smacked around.”
He shivered, albeit slightly. The temperature of the coffee shop was a perfect 22.2 degrees. He nibbled on his lip a bit and gave back the contract. “Is that all you need to know?”
“I believe so, for now...In our next meeting, I will give you a copy of this. We will address topics such as safety, safe words, comfort zones, aftercare, and turn-offs. Will that be okay with you?" You stuffed your things back in your bag and stood before analyzing his expression. Funnily enough, he became more calm and collected when he realized you were leaving. You liked your men more nervous than yourself so something about this look made him conventionally more attractive. You noticed the other people in the café, thinking the same by the way whispers traveled, louder and more confident. Glances his way were more apparent. Sure, they thought he was attractive before, but now he looked like a model when they realized the person near him was leaving. Little did they know his little secret.
“Yes…but…”
“Hm?” You looked back at him. His hand reached out to grasp your arm but then he hesitantly placed his hand back down on the table before it made contact, crossing his fingers to avoid any more physical interaction. His pupils quivered at the sight of you at your full height.
“Well, I was wondering if you were the person who was going to…”
You smiled, noticing that he was far too embarrassed to get into further detail. “Our agency sends each person out with the full intent of them being your mistress. We are chosen based on your likes and dislikes.” You note the way his ears turn red, “However, if you’d like someone else, you may email me and I wouldn’t take offense-“
“No-I…I want you.”
You let out a silent aw and reached out to pat his head but remembered you were in public. You changed your hand positioning to something more professional. He fumbled around to shake your hand before you spoke: "It was a pleasure, Mr. Min.”
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It is missing a lil something tho….🤔🫠
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