Groupie · 「Chapter 2」
TRACK 2: QUEEN OF THE FREAKS
➥ The negotiations take place in the Sanctum Records conference room, and one of the three men in front of you is hellbent on giving you a hard time.
⚠ — Crass & offensive language, extensive talks about free use, verbal mention of CNC, references to wrongful accusation (see masterlist for more) || Series page here
You entered the conference room with another woman next to you at 9:58 a.m., looking like two-thirds of some agent trio in crisp black suits. Seeing you in actual business attire for the first time, your long-time client-slash-business partner whistled a loud catcall.
“And the Queen arrives. You look gorgeous, baby,” he pecked you on the cheek and immediately turned to the beautiful stranger holding a briefcase, “I thought it was going to be just you today.”
“Wipe your drool. Kayla is here as my lawyer,” you sat down on the fancy swiveling chair by the window and pulled out a little notebook from your bag as they shook hands, “Where are your guys?”
“Say Candyman five times while you’re at it, why don’t you?” he nodded towards the shadows getting bigger on the door’s frosted glass.
The murmurs outside grew more audible with each step. When the door handle finally turned, the lazy chuckles entered first to fill the room, and then three men followed suit. Clearly fresh out of styling as if they were about to sit for a Rolling Stone interview, strictly grayscale color palette for each of their fits. Plain tees, ripped jeans, cross print bomber jackets were all perfectly complemented by the bold silver jewelry they were rocking. The scandalous King picked the seat in the middle and sat right across you with the Jack on his left and the Ace on his right.
Whether it was arbitrary or to get a point across was currently up for debate.
“Whoa, you’re hot,” the blue-haired guy on the right blurted out with a smirk. He was almost visibly drooling at ten in the morning, instantly becoming the chart topper of your horniness roster.
You had done your homework for this meeting, too, of course. This was Jisung. The Ace. Made of pure talent instead of bones and flesh. The man was adored by his stans for his extreme duality, and rumor on the Cold Deck subreddit had it anyone mistaking him for a virgin nerd would get the whiplash of their lives since he was allegedly into some, quote, ‘weird shit’. Not a 12/10 credible source, but still a fun bit of trivia worth keeping in mind.
On the other end of the spectrum was Changbin. The Jack. There was this playfully sultry aura to him, making him the prime suspect of being the player of the trio in your book. As your radar was busy processing his laid back vibes, the door opened again, and a woman walked in with three identical files in her hand. She exchanged knowing looks with the rapper while placing his documents in front of him, brazen grins barely veiled before she left the room. You knew what that brief interaction meant—they for sure had fucked each other, pretty recently for that matter.
Whereas His goddamn Excellency? Fucking morose as they come.
Chris could say he was co-running a biker gang with that nose stud, silver hoops, and the leather jacket he was sporting, and you wouldn’t question it one bit. His rioting curly hair alone would be enough to confirm it. You noticed he had black band-aids on his fingers instead of rings like his bandmates. He looked ticked off like he was forced to be here if not at gunpoint, impatiently shaking his legs and staring at you with a needlessly challenging look in his eyes.
“Gentlemen,” you crossed your legs under the table, “Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Who hasn’t? But since we’re instructed to do it,” the leader deadpanned, then pointed at himself and his fellow members for a half-assed introduction, “Chris. Bin. Ace.”
“Let’s consider this as an audition, shall we? I audition for you, and you audition for me,” you explained as they scanned the papers in front of them, “I have my own set of questions to negotiate this offer. Feel free to ask anything that comes to your mind.”
Jisung and Changbin nodded in agreement, whereas Chris pressed his tongue inside his cheek, brows slightly furrowed, scanning you from head to toe. This wasn’t eyefucking in the slightest—he was sizing you up, trying to read how legit you were.
For some reason, he was convinced you were not cut out for this.
“Why the fuck would we audition for you?”
Barely two minutes into the game, and there it was. The odd one out revealed himself no matter how much he was trying to hide under layers of black fabric.
He was the freak on a leash that needed to buy in.
“Because this is about service procurement from a professional. I’m not readily fucking you just because you’re famous, Dimples,” you politely smiled at him and turned a blank page in your notebook.
The attendees of the meeting minus the one you were directly addressing broke into entertained smiles whereas the face Chris made explicitly read ‘Are you aware who you’re talking to?’
The ego on this man…
Well yes, you were, but did he know who he was talking to by any chance? With all due respect which was none, he would lose his fucking mind if you disclosed some of the names among your clientele, which were lightyears above a rockstar’s pay scale.
“Let the games begin then,” you clicked on the pen you were holding, “Do you fuck each other?”
“On occasion,” Changbin answered, “Usually when we’re hammered.”
“Do you have a problem with someone coming in between when you do?”
“GOD no! The more the merrier.”
“Good to know,” you scribbled your notes and continued, “What are your must-haves for this deal to work?”
Two men on his either side questioningly looked at Chris like his answer held grave importance. You refused to look away from the daggers he was shooting until he spoke.
“What can I say? Eat pussy, fuck hard. That’s the motto,” he casually dropped the file in his hand on the table, “That enough?”
“Actually no. I’ll need specific details,” you probed further, “This is where your client profiles come in.”
“I’m not going to divulge the details of my sex life with you with fucking TMZ camping out the door!”
“Kayla?”
She pulled a document wrapped in a sheet protector from her briefcase and handed it to Chris on your behalf.
“Everything discussed here today is between the people in this room only,” you gave the TLDR version of the memo in a calm tone, “Which means you can’t run your mouth about our very custom deal, either, or I’ll sue your peach-shaped ass.”
You could tell by that muffled squeal that Jisung almost let out a burn cheer but stopped at the last second, possibly because he feared for his life, meanwhile Changbin burst into a very loud cackle.
“Must-haves,” you iterated, “Go.”
“I don’t like pillow princesses,” Chris heaved an annoyed sigh, “If you are one, you can get the fuck out right now.”
“King,” Changbin shot his bandmate a ‘check yourself’ look, “Play nice.”
“Perfectly reasonable,” you continued, not taking offense in the slightest, “What do you like then?”
You were analyzing Chris specifically because you had been through this exact exchange before. Smug motherfuckers had no problem asking you to peg them, yet somehow they couldn’t bring themselves to say ‘I like getting my balls licked’ out loud. It was extremely entertaining to watch them writhe in embarrassment when they tried to play it cool, and your morbid curiosity just had to know the skeletons the King was hiding in his kinky closet.
But he wouldn’t budge.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” he loudly scoffed.
“How about I start?” Jisung finally intercepted, knowing how damn impossible it was to reason with this guy.
“Please,” you channeled your attention to him, “Ace was it?”
“If you call me that in that voice one more time I’ll cum, so don’t.”
“Duly noted,” you jot down his name on a new page, “Ace.”
“Turns out I’ll cum anyway,” he nervously chuckled, then started outlining his preferences for you.
He claimed to be a pussy aficionado and a very messy eater. Under no circumstances were you to let him ‘have his way’ since he would hog you and spend the day latched to your clit due to a self-proclaimed cum addiction problem.
“I’d snort this shit if I could, I swear to god.”
“Sounds fun already,” you chortled at the way he lost his composure simply by talking about it, “Let’s get to the good stuff. Tell me about the things you particularly enjoy. And don’t play coy, you know exactly what I’m asking.”
Jisung hesitated for five seconds despite the overt instructions but confessed to it as confidently as he could manage to pass.
“I like to watch.”
“You want to be present in the room when other people fuck?”
“Not like that,” he shook his head no, “Secretly.”
He was waiting for you to say something judgemental, or at the very least a derisive snort, but much to his surprise, all you did was smile at him.
“I like your style, Ace,” you kept on writing, “Does it include specific acts?”
“Not necessarily. It can be pretend, too, doesn’t matter,” he continued with the encouragement he received from you, “I just find it very hot to get a peek of something I shouldn’t.”
You nodded with approving hums and underlined the notes you had of him.
Flexible persona. Voyeur. Most likely a switch. Very into oral sex—think of more aesthetic enhancements to make his experience better.
“I’ll make sure to leave my underwear around for you,” you winked at him, and the fascination on his face was borderline endearing.
“How’d you know?!”
“Trade secret,” you turned a new page and addressed Changbin this time, “I’ve been meaning to ask. Is this because you’re the Jack of all trades?”
“Correct. And master of one,” he tilted his head with a relaxed smirk, “That’ll be you.”
“Do I call you Jack?”
“No, you call me sir, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
The dark-haired man went on a long tirade about the perks of being a pleasure dom and emphasized that he had spontaneous urges, meaning he wasn’t necessarily an exhibitionist but it didn’t matter to him if someone was walking by or what time of the day it was when he wanted his fix. He was expectedly very into roleplaying but did not like disobedience. Nevertheless, he was never shy with rewards—do as he said and he would make you feel like a queen. A slutty one, but still a queen.
“Hypothetically,” you pointed your pen at him, “Do you envision taking me to public functions where I have to behave?”
His lips parted as a clear indication that you had managed to put his brain in overdrive with the mental image.
“I am now?!”
His overenthusiasm tickled you, and you finished his profile with your key takeaways.
Has rules that can be bent. Doesn’t prefer disobedience but can be tolerant. Address-sensitive—explore what else he responds to other than Sir.
“And square one,” you turned to Chris again, “The King.”
“Fucking workaholic in constant need of stress relief,” Jisung intervened on behalf of Chris, “Since it can take five hours for him to declare it himself, I’ll just put it out there that he’s in the same clan as Bin. Affiliation differences, though.”
“So he’s not a pleasure dom,” you completed the information on your own while Jisung pointed his fingers at you to mean ‘Bingo’, “Then how do you like your subs, King?”
The smile that appeared on Chris’ lips was so subtle that it was imperceptible to the untrained eye. You didn’t know why, but it was like he was trying to actively hide how much he fucking liked hearing that name. Not very expected of a guy from his smugness levels—you’d think he would proudly wear it on his sleeve.
“Immediate submission turns me off,” he responded in that on-brand blasé tone.
A brat-lover, huh? Why were you not surprised?
He made it perfectly clear in excessively rude terms that it was your job to satisfy him, and not the other way around. You weren’t allowed to complain that you didn’t get to cum since it could only happen when and if he wanted you to. He wasn’t a fan of aftercare, either, so maybe go get yourself a boyfriend if you wanted some of that because he was not interested in any kind of intimacy.
The words he picked, the expressions he used… He was going out of his way to make sure you knew he perceived you as a commodity rather than a human being, and the more you didn’t pack up your things and leave in fury, the more vulgar he was getting. You listened to everything he had to say, or rather all the poison he had to spew, with zero cracks in your composure.
Because you had been through this exact exchange before.
“I’m not interested in what you want. I can give you all of those,” you uttered as indifferently as he was pretending to be, “Tell me what you need.”
“What I need,” he mocked your emphasis on the word, “I like it fucking hardcore. I swear a lot, I’m into degradation, and I like making people cry for the fuck of it. How’s that?”
“A dacryphiliac. Been a while since I’ve seen one,” you smirked in a way that for sure made him angrier, “Do you have a jar that says ‘tears of my enemies’ on it?”
“I use tears of my enemies as lube. Does that answer your question?”
“It does,” you acknowledged and turned to your notes, “Do you enjoy hearing you’re a god, Chris?”
Oh, the way he spectacularly faltered was everything to you. It was only for a moment and as noticeable as an ant’s screams. But if you were having this kind of back and forths for a living with people who thought they were the shit?
“Is water wet?” he jeered in response.
You didn’t even know which one was more entertaining at this point. Not giving him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of you, or enraging him further by making it obvious that this was actually enjoyable for you. You took your final notes and closed the hardcover of the Moleskine notebook.
Unyielding dom persona. Superior praise kink. Potentially into primal play. Still hasn’t talked about ‘the stuff’. Press so it’s out in the open.
Kayla turned her screen to you and showed you the notes she had drafted so far. You gave it a quick look, then addressed the trio altogether.
“Now, let’s talk business then,” you clasped your hands on your lap while swiveling your chair, “You’ll throw another 25% on top of this number, give me an expense account, and I work on the clock. I’ll do everything in my job description when I’m on call, but whatever I do on my own time is nobody’s business. Do we have a deal?”
“Reasonable,” Minho confirmed and threw the ball back at his clients’ court, “What do you say?”
The three men exchanged looks for a moment, and right when Changbin opened his mouth, Chris hijacked his answer.
“No.”
“DUDE!”
“How are we even gonna know she’s not all talk?” he spat in exasperation.
“What makes you think that way?” you asked serenely as if you didn’t have any ulterior motives, “Is there something we haven’t covered that could be a problem?”
“Everybody thinks they’re the shit until the cards are on the table, then all of a sudden I’m hit with a lawsuit because you can’t fucking differentiate between fantasy and reality even though we explicitly talked about it.”
And just like that, he opened Pandora’s box. For what it’s worth, this was the only rightful outburst Chris had so far. Everybody and their brother had heard of the extortion scandal with the alleged accusations against him, but you knew better than everyone that this shit stayed in your bones no matter how much you were rightfully vindicated.
“I’m gonna ask you one last time,” you leaned into the table, “What are your must-haves for this deal to work?”
“Do you fucking understand what hardcore means?” he finally snapped, “I’m not just talking about blowing your back out here. I want complete ownership of your body.”
The smile on your face was all kinds of unnerving. Why were you fucking smiling? Did you not hear what he had just told you?
You opened your bag with unrushed movements and put a butterfly knife on the table to get your message across.
“You were saying?”
He wasn’t expecting that. Nobody in the room did, but the looks Changbin and Jisung exchanged were telling of certain facts about their leader.
“You’re beating around the bush a lot, so I’m going to flat out ask you,” you decided to cut to the chase on his behalf, “Are you into consensual non-consent, Chris?”
Even after being hit with the facts head-on, he didn’t talk. Maybe Minho had instructed him to not verbalize it at all costs, who knew? Nevertheless, his eyes growing that wide was all the answer you needed.
“So that’s a yes,” you continued upon his deafening silence, “You clearly have trust issues, and maybe you’ve earned them, but are you willing to establish the required trust for this with me?”
You wanted him to be vulnerable with you for fucking once, but it clearly hit a nerve with him because trusting someone meant being intimate with them on some level. Something that he explicitly stated he had no interest in.
For the first time during that conversation, he shared a human moment with you by not attempting to hide how dejected he was feeling.
“How do I know I can trust you?”
Talking to Chris was like trying to charm a cobra. It was like he was being emotionally constipated on purpose, overreacting at the slightest insinuation of intimacy.
“Because I’m telling you with other people present in the room that I’m willing. We will put the full terms in writing so that it will ease your mind. Would that be okay?”
He finally nodded, but it was more like a boy finally realizing he could no longer talk back at his parents.
So there were ways to tame him.
“If the courtroom drama has ended, I actually have an important question,” Changbin interjected with a much-needed distraction.
“Yes, sir?”
He was definitely loving that you picked up his little thing already.
“Does this agreement include group work?”
“Finally the fun questions,” you relaxed in your chair, “I’m assuming you mean with third parties. Not a problem.”
“We’re talking a room full of people and an audience present,” Jisung chimed in, “We have a reputation for the raves we host.”
“Capacity?”
“Twentyish.”
“It’s fine, but you can’t book me the day after when we do group scenes. You’ll give me time to recuperate,” you declared your terms, “Anything else?”
Chris surprisingly nodded in Minho’s direction, and he approached you to put a black velvet container in front of you. When you opened what was clearly a jewelry box, you saw two rings inside. The silver wraparound one on the left was abstract whereas the black one on the right was a figure of a snake.
“A girl always dreams of this,” you faked choking up to Minho, “but I’m not sure if I’m ready for such a commitment yet. Shouldn’t you at least buy me dinner first?”
“Ha, funnny,” he contorted his face, very much not amused, “You’ll wear at least one of them at all times.”
“Why two?”
“Standard protocol. Per this agreement, you’re not allowed to say no to them, but it tells them what you’re ready for,” he pointed at the rings in front of you, “If you wear the silver one, then they know the risk-aware stuff is off the table. If you wear the obsidian one, Chris’ fangs come out.”
“And if I don’t wear it at all?” you held up the snake figure.
“You’re obligated to wear it at least once a week.”
“What if I’m wearing both at the same time?”
“Then it’s first cum first serve. Literally,” Changbin answered, “Or we’re gangbanging you if we can reach a consensus.”
Your eyes turned to Chris. He still didn’t seem convinced and was almost looking for a way for this whole thing to blow up.
“Your leader still doubts me,” you observed, “Tell you what, how about I offer you a test drive option?”
“Listening,” Jisung’s voice cracked due to acute onset excitement.
“One night on me. Four Seasons Penthouse. If I can’t perform to your standards, your manager finds you a basic ass tour girl. Sounds good?”
“You have a lot of attitude for a prostitute, you know?”
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, CHRIS, CHILL!”
And that was his final attempt to ruffle your feathers. Maybe even to test to what extent you were okay to be degraded in public. It was actually kind of telling what kind of encounters he had so far or the kind of people around him, but as you also told Minho, this was not your first rodeo, nor would it be the last. You had heard much worse than this.
“Have you ever cum from kissing only?”
“I don’t kiss.”
“Sick burn, Dimples. I wouldn’t be that proud of it if I were you,”
“Wait, that’s really possible?” Changbin asked with genuine curiosity.
“Of course,” you affirmed as if that was some commonplace knowledge, “Everything is possible with enough arousal.”
And when Chris snorted to wordlessly tell you he wasn’t buying your bullshit, you started projectile vomiting everything you collected about him to his face.
“You are a fucking control freak,” you pointed at his face semi-threateningly, “You’re into what you’re into because it gives you the illusion that you can forcefully take whatever you want and the other party actually likes that you do. Even your stage name is The King. Not a Ten. Not a suite. The King. You have the biggest fucking praise kink I’ve ever seen, and you love it when people worship you at your feet, and I’m willing to bet triple the amount stated in this fucking contract that nothing would make you cum harder than telling you to shove me in a back alley and take what you want from me. How’s that for a prostitute?”
The machine gun fact-dropping froze everybody in the room, but Chris the most, and he was stuck in a real dilemma. He didn’t know if he hated it or loved it.
Or hated that he loved it.
“If there’s no other matter to discuss, I’ll see you on our date night,” you put your belongings in your bag and stood up, “If everybody ends up content, we’ll sign. Please tell Minho if you have any requests for me to fulfill beforehand.”
You shook the hands of the three musketeers in utter professionalism and left the room with Minho escorting you out. No matter what it seemed like from the outside, you just knew that things were looking very promising. Words didn’t mean shit to some people—they had to see it in action.
And action happened to be your middle name.
“Kudos on the inhumane patience. I would bet good money you would have bitchslapped Chris like three times by now,” Minho professed when you reached the front door of the building.
“Your boy needs to step his game up if he wants to insult me.”
“Listen, can we talk for a second?” he slowed down his steps, “In private?”
You nodded to Kayla to go ahead to the parking lot and channeled your attention to Minho’s concerned face.
“About the other thing,” he averted his eyes from you, “I’m kinda having second thoughts.”
“Come on, I almost secured the deal. You can’t back out now!” you protested.
“These are not some whatshisface businessmen,” he voiced his worries to you as quietly as he could manage, “If the word gets out—”
“Look, how long have you known me?”
“A long time, but—”
“Before we have a business relationship, we’re ride or die, Min,” you placed your hands on his shoulders, “I would never do anything to jeopardize you.”
“But this is different.”
True. None of the people involved in your thing before was this much in front of the public eye, but that didn’t necessarily mean an automatic disaster. You were a professional, for fuck’s sake, and it wasn’t like you had started this yesterday. You knew you had to be careful. Extra careful with these three, and you were more than capable of doing it.
“You’re one of the very few who knows what I do,” you squinted your eyes, “Did you catch up with the last season?”
“Parts of it.”
“If you were to make a guess, would you say it was really a crown prince or I used some grand address for misdirection?”
“How would you even find a fucking prince here?” he contorted his face in obvious disbelief, “It was probably some politician or something, right?”
“But it was a prince, kitty. No one’s going to find out, okay?” you confided, then pecked his cheek before taking off, “Text me the details for the night with your boys.”
Minho watched you as you clinked your heels on the smooth concrete pavement, hoping to fucking god that you were right.
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By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | thirteen nights of halloween masterlist
13 Nights of Halloween and each night is going to be a different (what I'm calling) "campfire stories". Each story is going to be told by a different character ranging from Chris Evans characters to Sebastian Stan characters to Marvel Characters. Make sure to take a look at the Intro to meet the various characters! So, gather around the fire and try not to get too scared.
By ⚔︎ Suz ⚔︎ @targaryenvampireslayer
𖥔 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 | ghost!bucky barnes
Bucky was taken from you by HYDRA a year ago. You mourn him and miss him, until you start dreaming of him… until he starts coming back to you
By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty
𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | sugar daddy!sam wilson
Quick and dirty sugar daddy Sam Drabble.
By 𖤛 Roo 𖤛 @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
✶ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐉𝐀𝐇 | yelena belova
You find a stranger at your door, a visitor you can’t make leave
✶ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 | kraven the hunter
You catch the eye of a mysterious man who shares an unexpected secret with you
By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox
✶ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃
A group of friends decide to explore the haunted house on the shortcut back to campus. Ignoring the 'No Trespassing' signs. They ease drop in on a meeting between beings, mortals have never lived to tell tales about. And find out the consequences of ease dropping on the annual Hallows Eve meeting.
𖥔 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 | druig and makkari and female!oc
The kink alphabet for the threesome
𖥔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 | druig and female!oc
Reader is horny but won’t do anything about it because she is busy doing other things. But her husband who can read minds can hear her inner struggle and does something about it.
𖥔 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | druig and makkari and female!oc
Makkari has a surprise field trip for Juni and Druig. They don’t know where they are going. It is her turn to pick where they meet up this time.
By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209
𖥔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 |
Introduction to Kinktober
𖥔 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 | billy russo
Inspired by the song ‘Slow Hand’ by the Pointer Sisters
✶𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 | softdark!frank castle
Inspired by the song ‘Breath’ by Breaking Benjamin
By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | chef!ari levinson
Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream
By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐉 | carmen berzatto
Carmen knew you were a bit inexperienced, so what better way than to show you how?
By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t
𖥔 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 | college au!alhaitham
College AU headcanon
By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817
𖥔 ✶𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 | various SS and CE characters
One shots and ficlets for the month of October
𖥔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 | bucky barnes
You want Bucky in your mouth. Simple as that.
By ✍︎ Em ✍︎ @writing-for-marvel
𖥔 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 | mob!bucky barnes
Newlyweds Mob!Bucky and wife!reader explore Europe and each other during their honeymoon.
By ❀ Ali ❀ @flordeamatista
𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | various SS and CE characters
Kinktober inspired by tarot cards and their auras
𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 | lee boedecker
A tale of your wicked deeds.
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐒𝐄𝐓
By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy
𖥔 𝐁𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | masterlist
Spooky season stories heavily inspired by Hozier’s album, ‘Eat Your Young’
𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | rockstar!sam/steve/bucky
When your friends invite you to a rock show and the drummer invites you back to his hotel room, you might get more than you bargained for yet…
By ✬ Astro ✬ @astrorogers
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 | wanda maximoff
The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 | wanda maxinoff
Wanda teaches kitten about Halloween
𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | mistress!wanda maximoff
Mistress!Wanda x sub!kitten reader smut
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