#*glances at my bank account* this will be fun

[alltheirdamn]

DECLINED | Mechanic!Joel x f!reader

Summary: You're on a cross-country road trip when your tires blow, and you're forced to get them fixed at a small town mechanic shop. When your card declines, you only have one other option to get your car back. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 3k Warnings: Pre-outbreak AU, mechanic!joel, sex for favors, oral sex (f + m receiving), blowjob, deepthroating, cum eating, fingering, squirting, semi-public sex, unprotected piv sex, size kink, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, joel being a disgustingly nice gentleman, porn with absolutely no plot A/N: I saw this gif float across my pinterest and had a terribly fun idea... so here it is. Enjoy a lil fun ;)

PART 2 | Masterlist | Ko-fi

“S’all fixed up now,” Joel said, walking into the waiting room.

You had been waiting a few hours to have your alignment fixed and tires replaced, and now you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. You were on your way through the small town headed east towards Tallahassee when both of your back tires blew out on the highway. You were lucky not to cause a crash and thankfully found a local mechanic shop only half a mile off the road. 

“Thank you so much,” you exhaled as you stood up and stretched your legs.

Joel rounded the counter to the register, typing up the work order to charge you out. Wallet in hand, you waited for the cost, praying it wouldn’t make a dent in your bank account. You only budgeted so much for the road trip, and this definitely wasn’t in the budget.

“Alright, ma’am, lookin’ like it’s gonna be around $500 for everything. Shaved some off just for the hassle you been through,” Joel smiled.

Shit.

“Uh, okay. Great.”

You reluctantly handed over your card, praying it would be enough. Joel swiped it on his machine followed by a loud beep that clearly meant DECLINED. You let out a shaky breath, fishing through your wallet for another card.

“Shit, try this one,” you said.

Joel nodded, his brows furrowing a bit when it also beeped in the same tone. He slid your card across the table, cocking a brow as if to ask, ‘Got another one?’

“Fuck,” you laughed nervously. “Okay, how ‘bout this one?”

Another card. Another decline. How the fuck were you going to get out of town now?

“Sorry, ma’am,” Joel sighed. “No payment means no car ‘m afraid.”

You ran your hand through your hair in frustration, trying to come up with something. Glancing up at him, you took in his broad frame covered by a simple black t-shirt that seemed to hug the planes of his chest perfectly. You hadn’t even noticed the patchy beard or kind grin that he donned so well earlier. Maybe…

“Look, I gotta get out of here tonight,” you pleaded. “Is there anything I can do to just get my car?”

Joel crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps looking much bigger in that position. With a frown turning down his lips, he shook his head.

“Afraid not, ma’am.”

“Anything? Please, I'm begging you.”

He considered you a moment, his eyes raking over your figure. You felt your cheeks warm at that look, knowing what he might be insinuating. If that’s what it took to get your car and get the fuck out of this town, then why not?

“Anything?” He repeated.

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m pretty fucking desperate right now.”

Joel came around the corner of the counter, crowding you until your neck craned up to meet his eyes. Your heart thrummed in your ears, warmth blossoming in your stomach the longer he stared at you. 

“Desperate lil’ thing, huh?” He teased.

Backing away from you, Joel walked to the shop entrance and slowly turned the lock. He looked back at you as he flipped the sign to CLOSED as if testing your judgment. You gave him a meek nod, never letting your eyes off him as he stalked toward you again. His finger ran up your forearm, catching on the sleeve of your top and tugging it lightly.

“Follow me, darlin’.”

That sentiment, followed by the twang of his accent, was enough to make your knees buckle, and you followed him like a dog in heat. Joel led you back into the heart of the shop, scraps of tools and car parts littering the makeshift garage. And right in the center of it all was your car. Leaning against the hood, he patted the metal, beckoning you over. You dropped your purse on the workbench and walked toward him on shaky legs. Joel spread his legs a bit wider as you approached, his fingers wrapping around your belt loops to pull you in close.

You were a breath apart now, just the barrier of clothes separating you. Joel’s hands snaked around your waist and firmly palmed your ass through your jeans. You let out a small yelp as his fingers dug into the supple flesh, kneading and massaging until your eyes drifted shut at the feeling.

“You pay off all your debts this way?” His voice dropped an octave, and you felt the bulge in his jeans prodding against your stomach as you leaned closer.

“Fuck off,” you scoffed. “Wasn’t planning on my car taking a shit out here and definitely wasn’t budgeting for it either.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Ain’t got a boyfriend to give you some cash to help?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be out here tryna fuck you for my car,” you quipped.

A grin split across his face at your defensiveness, as if he enjoyed you being a brat. You weren’t trying to be— honest to god—but you desperately needed to leave this town, preferably with your car. 

“Y’sure are a bratty little thing,” he said, tugging you closer.

“Why don’t you stop talking so much and fuck me so I can get the hell up out of this small fucking town?” You grumbled.

Joel raised one of his hands to grip your chin, steadying your gaze on his. Sliding his thumb over your lips, he coaxed your mouth open and urged you to suck on his finger. Without breaking eye contact, you swirled your tongue over the skin of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it.

“Christ, darlin’,” he exhaled. “Might just let you suck my cock and send you on your way.”

You released it with a pop, a trail of saliva dripping from your bottom lip. Reaching down, you massaged the bulge in his pants, letting out a soft gasp. He was massive—bigger than expected. He let out a small chuckle as if reading your mind, bucking his hips against your touch.

“You’d give me my car for a little blowjob?” You questioned, squeezing his cock tighter.

“S’nothing little about me, darlin’.”

“Aren’t you just full of yourself,” you rolled your eyes.

Your fingers danced over the zipper of his jeans, tugging it down as he helped pull his cock free. You peeked down to catch a glimpse of it, your eyes growing wide. His cock was girthy and thick and definitely had no shortage of length, either. Precum leaked from the tip, and you wet your lips at the idea of trying to fit it all in your mouth.

“Y’gonna suck it or what? Car ain’t gonna pay for itself.”

“You gonna give me my car after?” You tossed back.

“Maybe,” he grinned. “Those tires might cost you extra.”

“We’ll see about that,” you smirked.

Sinking to your knees, you pulled down his jeans and underwear until he adjusted himself at the tip of your lips. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing softly as you guided it into your mouth. Stretching your lips wider, you swirled your tongue around the tip, basking in Joel's groan as you did so.

“S’fucking perfect, darlin’. That mouth feels fucking amazing.”

 You took him deeper, moving your mouth in a rhythmic motion until you felt his hand come down to grip your hair. He held you steady as he snapped his hips back and forth, pushing his cock further down your throat. Sputtering around him, you dug your nails into his thighs as leverage while he continued fucking your throat.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he rasped. “C’mon now, take this fuckin’ cock down your throat.”

Opening your throat wider, you swallowed every thrust as tears streamed down your cheeks. Joel was relentless with his thrusts, your nose brushing against the curls at the base every time you took him deeper. You could sense he was close to the edge, so you dragged your tongue against the base of his cock with each stroke, spurring him on further. It elicited a primal growl deep within his chest, and within seconds you could feel the warmth of his cum sliding down your throat. His cock twitched inside your mouth as he came down from his high, and you hummed as you swallowed every last drop.

Using the grip on your hair to pull you off, you sat back on your heels, coughing and heaving to try and catch your breath. Joel looked down on you with heavy lidded eyes and a smug grin as if to taunt you. Cupping your cheek, he slid his thumb against your skin and brushed away the rolling tears.

“Open,” he ordered. “Show me.”

You quirked a playful smile, leaning your head back as you stuck your tongue out to prove you swallowed it all. Slapping your face softly, Joel let out a soft chuckle.

“Atta girl.”

You brushed the remainder of your tears away, wiping the makeup from your eyes, and you stood on wobbly legs. Smoothing down your shirt and jeans, you crossed your arms over your chest and cocked a brow.

“I think I earned my car back,” you insisted, your voice hoarse from how hard he fucked you.

“Hmmm, y’think so?” Joel questioned. “I think I deserve a taste of that pussy.”

You shoved at him playfully, rolling your eyes. 

“In your dreams, cowboy,” you laughed. 

With his pants still hanging down, Joel spun you until your ass was pressed against the hood of your car. Working at the button and zipper of your jeans, he shoved them down and pulled your legs free until your bare ass was pinned to the cool metal. Joel gave you a lopsided grin and shoved you further onto the hood.

“I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t return the favor, darlin’.”

“You don’t need to do that,” you said, your voice shaky.

“Oh, but I want to,” he argued. “Gotta see how sweet you taste.”

Sliding down, Joel situated himself between your thighs, tugging your calves up to rest on his broad shoulders. He gave you a teasing kiss on your inner thighs before delving in, his tongue flicking at your sensitive bud. You careened back against the hood, your back arching as his mouth suctioned around your clit. Crying out, you carded your hand through the brown curls of his hair, anchoring his face against your wet cunt as it pulsed against his mouth. Joel plunged his tongue inside you, forcing another whine from your lips.

“Fuck!” You cried. “Right there! Oh my god, yes!”

He hummed in satisfaction, bringing his fingers into the mix as he opened you up, curling them against that sweet spot inside you. Keeping his mouth on your clit he worked in tandem with his fingers until that coil inside you wound tighter and tighter. With one more curl of his fingers, your orgasm surged through your body, forcing a gush of liquid to stream out of your wet cunt. Joel sat back in awe, staring at your glistening folds as your body trembled from the release, your juices covering his beard and mustache. 

“Fuck babydoll,” he grinned. “You a squirter, too?”

You laughed awkwardly and watched as he removed his two fingers and brought them to his lips. Sucking them into his mouth, Joel groaned as he tasted the remnants of your orgasm. You knew you could squirt—it was your own dirty little secret—but something about seeing him covered in your juices made you want more. Tugging him softly with your calves on his shoulders, you urged him back to your soaked entrance, silently begging for another round. 

“Gonna cover me in your juices again, darlin’?” Joel smirked. 

“Mhmm,” you whined. 

“Drench me babydoll, let’s see it.”

Joel’s mouth was on you again, lapping up the juices leaking out of you until you were crying out for him. He didn’t let up as he sucked your aching clit between his teeth, his tongue working at the bud in earnest. He pushed his fingers back into you, your cunt pulsing violently each time he curled them. Slipping a third finger in, he stretched you wider and moaned against your clit as your body tensed with another orgasm. Another rush of liquid made it past his fingers, soaking his mouth and chin. You could feel it trickle down the seam of your cunt, drenching the hood of your car as you thrashed against it.

“Christ, Joel,” you mumbled, your head lolling to the side. 

He rose to his feet, wiping a hand over the hair covering his chin as he smiled at you. You sat up slightly, positioning yourself on your forearms as you watched him slide his jeans further down his legs. You were already in this deep; you might as well keep going. Spreading your legs a bit wider, you raised a finger to beckon him closer. 

“C’mon cowboy,” you teased. 

“Y’really need that car, huh?” He smiled, lining his cock up to your entrance. 

“I really do,” you whimpered, nodding your head vigorously. 

Joel eased himself inside you, inch by fucking inch, until he was fully seated at the base of his cock. You both groaned in unison, his cock sliding in and out of you easily from all the juice leaking from you. Crossing your ankles behind his back, you pushed him deeper, mewling at the sensation of the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. You could feel that stinging stretch of your cunt as he picked up his thrusts, your ass sliding up the car each time. 

“Shit, babydoll,” he growled. “S’fucking tight around my cock.”

“You feel so good, Joel,” you hummed. “Please, I need it harder.”

Listening to your pleas, Joel planted his hands on either side of your face, pistoning into you with brute force. He bent down, sucking and biting the skin of your neck until you were crying out from the pain mixing with the pleasure. You rolled your hips to meet him thrust for thrust, your cunt fluttering against his cock each time. That blinding orgasm was on the horizon as your muscles tensed up for its release. Running your hands up under his shirt, you dug your nails into his back muscles, dragging them down his tanned skin. Joel groaned into your ear, his hips snapping against yours harder and faster.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” You sobbed. “I–I’m gonna fucking cum, Joel!”

“Yeah, babydoll? Fuckin’ soak me with it.”

He pulled out at the last moment, a heavy stream of liquid pouring from your cunt and coating your inner thighs and Joel’s cock. Without wasting a second, he drove back into you, picking up the pace despite your body still shaking and dripping from your orgasm. You could feel your tears rolling down the sides of your face, that warmth still coursing inside you. Joel’s thrusts grew erratic and off-rhythm, and you sensed his orgasm was pushing him to the edge. 

“Y’gonna let me fill that pussy, darlin’?” His lips grazed the shell of your ear as his voice sent shivers up your spine.

“God, please,” you cried.

With one…two…three final strokes, Joel was grunting and painting your insides with thick bursts of his cum. You both lay there limp and fucked out for several moments, catching your breath and chuckling as reality settled back in. He slipped out of you and drew his pants back up his legs, his eyes roaming over your sweaty body. With one hand, he tugged up the zipper of his jeans, using the other to push the cum leaking out of you back into your wet cunt. 

“Gotta send you off with some sort of parting gift,” he laughed.

You couldn’t help but laugh, too, adjusting yourself and sliding off the hood. Joel bent down to ease your pants back over your thighs and hips, helping with your own zipper as you stood awkwardly in front of him. Joel leaned in to kiss your cheek before walking to the corkboard hanging from the wall. Retrieving your keys from one of the hooks, he offered them to you with a kind smile.

“I’m free to go?” You asked, reaching for them. 

He pulled them away, shaking his head with a teasing grin. You pouted sarcastically, opening your hand and waiting.

“One kiss, and we call it even, babydoll.”

You grabbed either side of his face, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. You coaxed his mouth open, teasing your tongue over his, tasting your arousal still lingering on his tongue. Joel deepened the kiss, tangling his free hand in your hair to anchor you closer. Pressed up against him, you found yourself thirsting for more but knew you had no obligation to stay. Sucking his bottom lip between your teeth, you pulled away reluctantly and snatched the keys from his hand. 

“Thanks for the new tires, cowboy,” you grinned. 

Joel dazzled you with another gorgeous smile, the lines around his eyes creasing as he gave you one final nod. You squeezed your way out of his embrace, making your way to the driver's side door. He followed you over, opening it like the gentleman he was, waiting till you were situated inside. Leaning in for one more kiss, he lingered a moment too long before breaking away.

“Safe travels, darlin’. If you ever need some work done, y’know where to find me.”

You dug your keys into the ignition, letting the car rumble awake. Joel shut the car door with one final smile and watched you reverse out of the mechanic shop. Giving him a small wave, you turned onto the street and back toward the highway with a soreness creeping up your thighs.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller one shot #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x female reader #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction

[seelestars]

caught wearing their clothes ?! (argenti, aventurine, sunday)

a/n : isn’t it kinda funny all 3 of them have boss forms? (´-ω-`) we don’t talk abt the way argentis part is the shortest </3

argenti

it was a nice afternoon, perfect for going out with loved ones. though, even with such lovely weather, you felt bored to death waiting for argenti. so naturally, you would search for ways to cure your boredom while waiting for argenti’s return.

that’s how you got yourself in your current situation—getting caught wearing a spare set of argenti’s usual armor as he returned.

“you look absolutely stunning in my outfit, dearest.” his soft voice startled you, causing you to freeze and immediately turn towards him. your face was practically the color of his hair, as you had never meant for him to see you like this.

“a-argenti! back so early?” you let out a nervous laugh, averting your gaze out of the embarrassment you were feeling.

“is something the matter, dearest? why so nervous? afraid I might scold you for wearing my clothes?” your embarrassment and nervousness seems to elicit a hearty chuckle out of him as he takes a few steps closer to you, extending a rose towards you. “if it’s that you’re worried about—then fear not—as I believe your beauty could rival even the goddess idrila no matter what you wear.” argenti smiles as he softly reassured you.

his words only served to make you flush further, his flattering compliments making your heart race faster. “…you really think so?” originally, you were quite worried about what he’d think if he saw you in this state. but with such kind demeanor and reassurance, how could anyone resist having an ego boost?

“of course, there is no need for me to lie to you.” argenti’s smile widens as he decides to insert the rose behind your ear. “though, I do believe the attire I would love seeing you in the most is attire fit for our wedding one day.”

aventurine

this was your lucky moment! aventurine was currently out attending an ipc meeting, which meant you were left all alone. being left alone gave you many opportunities—specifically an opportunity to borrow his spare clothes and have some fun with it.

as you looked yourself over in the mirror, you had to admit you looked nice in aventurine’s usual clothes. you even chose to take a pair of his glasses and one of his hats to fully immerse yourself in the experience! his outfit was quite flamboyant and was definitely flashy, usually catching the attention of many.

wearing his outfit made some mischievous ideas slowly start to come to life as you made the choice of mocking him in his clothes.

“I always win in my gambles, so naturally I’ll bet my entire bank account! i’m just a stupid, careless, mindless gambler—“ suddenly, you were cut off by the sound of the door opening as aventurine stands there in the doorway, arms crossed with an amused smirk on his lips as he leans against the doorframe.

“hmm… so this is how you choose to kill time while i’m away, huh?” aventurine laughs as he approaches you, observing the way you looked in his clothes. “i have to say, you look quite good like this. I’m surprised you’re bold enough to rock a little window like me, though~” he narrows his eyes, glancing at you playfully as his words made your cheeks flush.

“even your little impression of me was fun to witness. but, it says a lot about you as a person, doesn’t it? if I’m a stupid, careless, mindless gambler, then what does that make you for being attracted to me?” aventurine teases, making your jaw drop as you find yourself scrambling for a response.

“don’t get ahead of yourself now. i’m certainly not attracted to you.” you retort, despite the fact that the both of you knew very well that your words were a blatant lie.

“oho? is that how it is? then let’s see just how much you’re ‘not attracted to me’ once I start doing this…” aventurine’s chuckle sends a shiver down your spine as he begins to lean closer to your lips, his hand making its way down to your hips.

sunday

you had some time before sunday arrived home, and coincidentally, you spotted spare pairs of sunday’s usual attire as you were searching for something to occupy yourself with.

unfortunately, you weren’t a halovian like sunday. so after you had finished putting on his clothes, you had to find a way to improvise when it came to his wings and halo. messily, you began to draw outlines for his wings and halo on some paper. you then colored them in, planning to cut them out and find a way to use them.

just as you were about to tape the paper wings behind your ears, you heard sunday’s voice as he stepped into the house.

you tried to clean everything up and change, but it was too late. you had already been caught.

“ah? is this what I think it is? is the love of my life trying to impersonate me?” sunday jokes light-heartedly, his pleasant laugh filling your ears as you look away shyly. “you even went so far as to make a fake pair of wings and halo… you’re very dedicated if I do say so myself.” he smiles softly as he takes a few steps closer to you, humming as he admired you.

“this was a dumb idea… you’re still the one that looks the best when wearing these clothes.” you laugh awkwardly, a sheepish look in your eyes as he admires you. his attention being completely directed on you at a moment like this seemed to be the most embarrassing possible timing.

“no need to be so embarrassed about all of this, my love. I don’t mind this at all.” sunday shakes his head, hoping his words will reassure you as he lightly pats your head. “in fact, I’d say you look just about ready to replace me as the head of the oak family.” he lets out an amused chuckle at the idea, his mind already painting an image of you leading the family like he currently did.

“then… what would I be missing?” a sigh of relief escapes you at his reassurance before you decided to reply with a more light-hearted tone.

“firstly, you’ll need to learn the proper etiquette, my love. mm.. but I suspect with someone as capable as you, it won’t be hard teaching you how to replace me.” sunday gazes at you with a look filled with fondness. “but at the end of the day, I like you best when you’re being yourself. so there is no need to delve into topics that involve becoming like me or someone else.”

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #sunday x reader #argenti x reader

[theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass]

I win | L.N.

Lando Norris x reader, Oscar Piastri x friend!reader (platonic)

Summary: Oscar brings you to the American races and Lando is continuously flirting with you, but you are determined not to take it too seriously...

Warnings: fluff.

Word count: ~0.7K

The American Grand Prix and its vibrant atmosphere was definitely an electric energy filled space. Oscar had invited you to come with him and experience the thrill of Formula 1 racing in person, and as you stood near the pit lane, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer excitement of it all.

"Oscar, this is insane!" you exclaimed, your eyes glued to the sleek racing machines zooming past. "I never thought I'd be this close to the action."

Oscar grinned. "I told you it's a whole different world here. And also there's someone I want you to meet." He motioned toward the McLaren garage.

You followed Oscar to the garage, where the McLaren team was busy preparing for the race. Your gaze was immediately drawn to a young, charismatic driver with curly brown hair and a mischievous smile.

"Y/n, this is Lando Norris, one of the worst drivers in Formula 1," Oscar introduced you to his teammate, poking fun at the boy.

Lando extended his hand with a wink. "Nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope Oscar has been treating you better than me." He returned the favor.

You shook his hand with a friendly smile. "So far, so good. But I won't let his head get too big," you replied, glancing at Oscar seeing him roll his eyes at the two of you.

You two just met and were already ganging up on him. Unbelievable.

Lando laughed, and there was an undeniable twinkle in his eye. "Good for you, Y/n. I like a bit of spunk."

As the race weekend continued, You and Oscar spent more time in the paddock and pit area, getting a behind-the-scenes look at Formula 1. Lando seemed to appear at every turn, offering friendly banter and laughter. His flirtatious comments were hard to ignore, and you couldn't deny that his charm was winning you over, at least on some level.

Throughout the race weekend, Lando's playful flirting with you continued. He complimented you every step of the way. It was either your smile, outfit or something you‘ve done with your hair that he admired. He also made jokes that made you laugh, and offered to show you around the paddock every chance he got. Yet, you remained resolute in your determination not to take it too seriously. You were not one to get swept away by charming race car drivers.

One evening, Lando found you sitting in the McLaren hospitality area, sipping a glass of champagne. He sidled up to you, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Y/n, can I tempt you to a little wager?" Lando asked, leaning in closer.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "A wager? What do you have in mind, Mr. Norris?"

Lando's eyes twinkled as he outlined his proposal. "If my McLaren finishes in the top three in tomorrow's race, you have to give me a chance to take you out for dinner.“

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Wow so much for believing in me. But if it doesn’t I’ll … buy you a car” he smiles brightly.

“Lando a car?! You’re insane, but if you insist…”

You couldn't help but admire his confidence and the way his eyes shined awaiting your answer.

"Alright, you're on, Mr. Norris. But don't think you're getting an easy win. Even though i hope for the first outcome, just out of curtsey to your bank account."

The next day, as the race unfolded, you found yourself torn between rooting for Lando's success and the latter outcome as you were becoming more nervous about the idea of dinner with him.

As the race came to a thrilling conclusion, Lando fought valiantly and secured a third-place finish.

He approached you with a triumphant smile, soaked in champagne.

"Looks like I won the bet, Y/n. Dinner with you it is."

You couldn't help but laugh at the turn of events. "You're a clever driver Lando, i should have known"

“Well I did have one hell of a reason to win tonight” his eyes never left yours as he admitted more than you could yet comprehend.

#lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x reader fluff #lando norris x reader imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 imagine #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren #ln4 x reader #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff

[imtheindiekid]

Maneater

Prompt: Reader is called a maneater and also the nigthmare of everyone who is rich, afraid of her getting them to bankrupt. But not her dear mommy.

Ship: Gwendoline Christie x fem!reader

Warnings: mommy kink, smut, pet names, praise kink, gwen being the filthy rich we all know she is; sub!reader and dom!gwendoline. Reader's love language is luxury. Age gap!, reader is not a minor! Leg riding (is that a thing? idk), spiting, eating out, subspace, aftercare, happy ending yesss. Long one shot but trust the process lmao.

A/N: Bare with me please, as english is my second language; sorry for any errors or repetitive words!

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They at first thought it was only a joke, you saying that the real happiness was spending someone's money until there was not even one cent in their bank account; yeah, it was funny looking at you dreaming for something that seemed selfish and greedy. But not for you, who always knew destiny had something special for its beloved and eager child.

It became quite clear what life in purpose you had, at only six years old, when life was being a bitch and making your family drown in debts while their couldn't afford many of the things you and the rest of them were accostumed to. Those hard times were a reminder of how someone could be powerful or a simply slave of capitalism, and you were determined to never be under that power ever again.

So it may have been a joke for everyone else, when in truth it was only the beginning.

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The first tries for you to reach your desires went awfully well, as you were such a charmer and the beauty gods had blessed you to be an extraordinary beauty, so it wasn't that hard to get started on your plans, but not enough to complete them. At least, they granted you mercy and placed a great opprtunity in your very greedy hands, giving you the chance to work at your city's country club.

Mostly men were the ones who you attracted, showing a sly smile when you passed near them or offering great amounts of tips when you assisted them; it was extremely fascinating how strangers paid you almost thousands for handing them a single towel or simply showing you off infront of their spouses, flirting without any shame.

It was absolutely magnificent.

For the most part, one could say, until one of your first victims fell down and all because of you. Poor guy claimed himself to be a new money and wealthy man, despite not having a massive fortune yet and still trying to make a name between the members of the country club. However, that didn't stop you to pursue him with clever words and seductive glances, innocently complaing about the low payment you always received and how you wished to be one of the women of that place, drink in hand and on a man's lap.

Your wishes came true, with him spending his money on you and trying to satisfy your most wild fantasies. He was in bankrupt two weeks later, ripped out of his memebership and screaming it was you who had all his money, a gold digger.

It was a very long and sometimes boring process, but the fun of watching how your series of victims tried to do the same and ended bankrupted never fail to make your materialistic soul happy. Yet you knew this was only child's play, and that the real deal would approach in time.

You will gladly wait for it.

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Through the years a reputation formed around your name and rumor has it was all because your inclination for luxury, which it was all true. Love was never the main purpose of your adventure; all you cared about is to be filthy rich at someone's expenses.

Many nicknames were murmured everywhere you went, but the one who stuck and you actually liked was "maneater". The first time you heard it made you laugh at the accuracy of it; you really loved to devour men in the financial way.

Life was a little more brighter and you enjoyed every second of it, but it became way better when she came into it.

Destiny finally fullfied its promise of making you so damn wealthy by sending you a gorgeous blonde who was ten times richer than all of those men you left without any money together. And what it was better, she is a fucking superstar; alredy a name well know, with great looks and an endless amount of connections to every important person in almost every industry. You were totally besotted with her.

"Mommy will always make you happy, my sweet girl."

And oh fuck, you swear you could have moaned at the pet name she just gave you and the way she speaked with such soft and sultry tone on that first encounter. Of course she knew who you were, Gwendoline Christie was totally aware of that dreadful reputation of yours and the way you could make a fortune dissapear in a blink of an eye, but also aware of the fact that she was far more wealthy than those so called millionares you met trough your life.

For the first time, someone actually had the means to spend it all on your wants, and it made you to be a fool in love for this woman.

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"Give a twirl for me, kitten. Mommy wants to see you."

"Anything for you mommy."

Gwen smiled at your answer, while sitting on one of the expensive couches the private fitting room had. Ever since the first meeting between you two, she became the perfect lover and mommy for you, always cherising her princess and making sure was happy at all times. And there you were, inside one of your favorite shops trying on the latest fashion with your mommy as your only audience.

'Cause yeah, you loved puting on a show for her.

The mid thigh dress looked absolutely stunning on you, hugging so exquisitely every curve your body posessed and showing those legs that you used to wrap around Gwen's hips when she was fucking you so hard and good. Naughty thoughts rised in your mischievous mind as you spun and let mommy take a look on you; she knew you knew you could feel her staring gaze going from head to toes, drinking on you beauty and lusting over you.

"What a good girl you are for me, aren't you? Always a pleaser for mommy. Come here darling."

You did not waste time on getting to her, kneeling between her slender legs and rubbing your cheek against the soft fabric of the trousers she wore that day; a hand sneaked to your chin and grabbed it with slightly pressure, a silent indication for you to open that pretty mouth of yours. It wasn't long enough when mommy had her face near you and spat inside your mouth, making you whimper at the sole action and earning a smirk from the older woman whe you swallowed rapidly.

"Mommy please-."

"Uh uh baby, no whining and just take what mommy gives you. Unless you want to be a bad girl."

"No mommy! I will be good, please, I want to be your good girl only!"

"That's what I thought."

The hand on your chin suddenly fell down and instead went to your hair, pulling it hard that it made you moan out of pleasure, feeling wetness driping between your legs. It was so deseperate not having something soothing the bubbling desire that rised beneath your body, only mommy could do that, and right now, she didn't seemed interested on doing it.

A cry erupted from your lips, while searching with your hips something to rut on, but stopped by Gwen's leg in the middle of it.

"Shh my little love, don't cry and listen to me. You will eat mommy out while riding her leg, but you musn't cum until mommy has. Understood?"

"Yes, yes mommy!"

As soon as she hear you, the blonde placed your face right in front of her covered pussy, which it did not last long when you avidly got rid of her trousers as well underwear by pulling them down enough for you to being on your task. KIsses and soft bites from thighs to her wet folds were earning you hums from the older woman, but it seemed wasn't enough effort for her, as she silently stated by closing the gap between her middle parts and your face. Moaning at it, you went straight at her clit, licking enthusiastically while teasing her labia with your fingers.

Then, a striking sensation rushed into your core, the feeling of pleasure coursing trough all your body when mommy's leg started to push against your own wetness, rubbing the already sensitive nub in the process.

"Fuck! Yes princess, you're doing it so well!"

You whimpered at the sound of Gwen's voice, praising you for eating her so good while riding with desperation her leg in order to build an orgasm, even though you weren't allowed to do that yet. But you determined and stubborn as you were, really wanted to cum, and so made you plunge two fingers inside mommy's, causing her to scream and you to briefly look up. The sight of the older woman pinching one of her nipples trough her blouse while panting your name was arousing and unholy; you loved it.

Sensing you watching her, she returned it with a lustful look and a moan of your pet names. Then, with the hand still tangled in your hair, pushed you again to meet her hips, causing you to whine once more and squirm above her leg. You knew she was close, by the way her walls were clenching and her breath came out rapidly, how her hips buckled erratic against your fingers at every thrust.

And you? At the edge of an orgasm but not quite there yet, with your panties completely ruined from your moist.

"Y/N, yes baby!"

It only needed a couple of thrusts to mommy finally reach her climax, cuming hard and long while you eagerly taste her juices and slowly stop fucking her with your fingers. When she came down from her high, the blonde woman pulled you out to kiss you while still riding greedily her leg to your own orgasm; you couldn't keep it from coming, and all you did was cry and plead with your squeaks for mommy.

"You made me cum so good. Go on my darling, mommy's got you."

That's the only thing you needed for releasing the burst of pleasure inside you, sending you to a spiral of ecstasy and high squeaks while clinging onto the blonde woman. There are tears sliding trough your cheeks, red flush expanding in your face and bruised lips from the previous kiss. You apparently were deep inside your bubbly space that you didn't notice when they lifted you up to sit on Gwen's lap, embracing you in a tight hug.

Peppering your faces with soft kisses and caressing your back, Gwen was slowly trying to get you into reality again, the aftercare never forgotten even when you where in a semi-public place. It took you some time, but soon you were back in your normal but sleepy state.

"Mommy?"

"It's alright little flower, I'm right here."

You smiled at it, hugging her languidly by the shoulders and resting your less fuzzy head in her neck; a small kiss was placed in your hair as a return. Silence was slowly filling the room, the only sounds present the breaths from both of you and the lully of your lover's heartbeat. Only a murmur from you interrupted it.

"Mommy."

"Yes my dove?"

"I love you."

"I love you too Y/N."

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The end (?)

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems x reader #brienne of tarth #gwen christie #miranda hilmarson #the sandman #captain phasma #lucifer the sandman #gwendoline christie x reader #imtheindiekid writes

[tehhyunie]

(재윤,희승) jake & heeseung.. finally theirs

warning.. slightly suggestive content ahead, jake likes heeseung a tiny little bit..

"hi there! can we play with you?" two raven-haired children approached yn.

yn's eyes immediately light up at the thought of making new friends. "of course! what's your name?"

"my name's jake and this is heeseung!" jake gestured to the younger boy next to him, heesung shyly waved at you.

"what about you?" jake beamed at the young child. they both sat down and built sand castles alongside young yn in the sandbox.

"im yn, nice to meet you both!"

"jake, heeseung!" your eyes gleamed upon seeing your childhood friends. you hastily made your way towards them, excited that you're finally able to see them both.

the two guys smiled seeing you make your way toward them, adoration in their eyes.

"hi yn!" jake greeted you with heeseung following suit. you smiled up at the both of them greeting them back. "so what's the surprise that you both wanted to tell me?"

jake and heeseung looked at each other before glancing back at you. this caused you to become quite nervous.

"well, since we're on our semester break.." heeseung spoke up first "i was- i mean we were thinking of inviting you to a trip to jeju!" jake continued.

you stared at them both, obviously shocked at the surprise. "what. a- are you serious?!" you yelled.

jake and heeseung only nodded, excited about the trip already. "yup! and we already paid for all of it so you don't have to spend a single penny."

guilt began to sink in after you realized. "woah woah, you guys paid for everything?" they both nodded. "and how long is this trip?" you asked still shocked.

"its three days two nights!" jake beamed.

your shock only doubled as your mouth hung lower. "oh no, oh no no no. i- you guys already paid for everything.. at least let me pay for the-"

jake quickly interrupted you "no yn, we know how stressed you've been lately. it's a.. gift from us! to help you relax."

you teared up and hugged both of them, thanking them for the surprise and how much you really needed it.

and so your three-day two nights trip to jeju began!

your shock only tripled when they booked an expensive hotel to stay at but they just brushed it off since it barely dented their bank account.

everything went smoothly as planned as the three of you had fun.

so many memories were made on those three days at said island. you felt like the three of you just got infinitely closer.

you pull on the fabric that you were wearing, adjusting it to fit just right on your body.

jake and heeseung had told you to dress up fancy for the last night you were in jeju.

excitement bubbled up as you wondered what they were planning ahead but nevertheless, you sprayed on some perfume before heading off to the lobby of the hotel.

jake and heeseung looked at you in awe as soon as you stepped into the lobby.

the way your outfit just clung onto your body perfectly, your hair styled in a way that compliments your face, to the accessories that completed the whole outfit.

you blushed from their staring as they both hooked your arm toward the lobby exit, but instead of going out the main entrance, they led you out the back entrance that faced the beach.

the sight was something you never expected to see.

the ombre orange sky loomed over the candle-lit table completed with many decorations. the many candles illuminated the once-dark surroundings.

in the middle, a table with a white cloth sat. candles and tons of food decorate the empty table.

"wow.. im speechless.. did you prepare this for me?" you asked the two guys. they both nodded seemingly proud of their hard work.

jake gestured for you to take off your shoes, afraid to get them dirty to which you agreed. heeseung then picked you up and carried you towards the table.

once you were finally seated, heeseung and jake took their spot as they both were obviously nervous.

"so, what's the special occasion?" you asked them, intrigued at what their answer would be.

heeseung poured the three of you a glass of wine, the expensive maroon liquid swirling around in the glass.

the two guys looked visibly nervous, sweat dropping on their foreheads.

"yn.. the whole reason we even took you on this trip is because.." heeseung started off.

"-please be mine!" jake interrupted heeseung, cutting him off and making him angry. "hey! wait, please be mine, yn!" heeseung ended up confessing also.

you stared at the both of them in shock, not knowing how to respond. they both stared at you in anticipation, contemplating your answer.

you cleared your throat as you finally made up your mind. "i uh.. i really like both of you.. and i can't choose between you both..." jake and heeseung looked at each other, both confused about what to do.

but you weren't finished, "but.. i was thinking maybe we could go poly."

jake and heeseung stared at each other for a while, pondering about your suggestion.

you sweatdropped at this, "uh i-i mean we- i mean you don't have to if-"

"sure" jake answered. i mean, after all those years of bickering and fighting heeseung he's bound to like him a little tiny bit.

heeseung pondered to himself for a moment before grabbing your hand with jake doing the same. "sure, i don't mind that idea."

you stared at the two guys, love and adoration in your eyes.

heeseung leaned to place a soft chaste kiss on your lips. jake then placed another and another.

the rest of the night was filled with waves of laughter and good vibes all night long.

the night ended with jake carrying you back to your hotel room, heeseung following along with your shoes.

the three of you finally had your very needed alone time together with them both exploring your body and worshipping it.

a certain feeling of satisfaction washed over them as they finally realized you were theirs now. no more jealous looks shared with each other whenever they watch you embrace another man.

tonight, they both are making sure that you'll remember this night forever.

btw.. i dont do idol x idol i just added that in cus idk it made more sense...????

#tehhyunie writes!! #kpop x reader #jake x reader #jake x gn reader #jake x male reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung x gn reader #heeseung x male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen x gn reader

[lust4life01]

Go Go dancin tonight (Part 1 )

Warnings!! 18+ stripping, threesome, oral (m, receiving), praising/degrading language, penetration maybe more idk.

pairing: Greg House x f/Reader x James Wilson

It had been a relatively quiet night despite the flashing lights and blaring music, unfortunately though this was bad news for your bank account. You had taken on the job of dancing half naked in front of horny guys as a side hustle, apparently you completely misjudged just how cost effective living in New Jersey could be. Anyway, you still managed to waggle your hips and bat your eyelashes enough to end up with a new designer bag or some new heels by the end of the week, courtesy of the old cheating bastards. 

As you were a couple boring dances into the night you just needed some excitement. Someone interesting to help pass the time but of course with your luck an extremely dull looking man requests you. You sigh before putting on your best showgirl face and trail over to him, pulling your leg up onto his table staring into his eyes. You point to your thigh band without muttering a word.

The man sits dumbly for a second before realising what you were insinuating, bringing out his battered wallet, he fishes for a 20 dollar note and places it inside the band.

Raising your eyebrows you keep your leg and glance the same. If you were going to spin around and perform on a poll, in your underwear, for this guy he could cough up more than a lousy 20.

Catching on, he grabs another 20 from his wallet and in doing so tries to make conversation as you reluctantly accept the measly $40.

“Boy you don't ask for much do you? He mumbles sarcastically, placing the other 20 into your thigh band.

You give a mocking smile back and lean closer into him to whisper in a hush tone

“If you looked like me, would you dance for a lousy 20?”

 Not expecting your reply he lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head slowly 

“Suppose not.”

As you're about half way through the dull man's dance you spot two handsome middle aged men walking through the door. One looks pretty apprehensive about being here, probably scared of being seen as disrespectful or something. While the other man's face looked like he had just won an all inclusive holiday.

Still performing you can't help but keep your gaze on them, analysing them. Trying to figure out how well they could play your game. As your eyes stick to them like honey, the excited man holding a cane caught your prolonged stare. Holding his gaze as the other man rambled on in his ear, you give him a cheeky grin and a wink before turning away to finish your cheap dance.

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“House I seriously don't know about this I mean I-” Wilson rambles on at the door, looking around at everyone in the club.

House’s wide grin fades as he cuts Wilson off with a huff  “Will you just shut up and pick one?” pointing to the multiple women dressed in lingerie and big heels.

He most definitely wasn't letting Wilson back out of this now. Not when he had seen the sheer amount of dancers dotted around. House's eyes scanned the club as he spoke, feeling someone's eyes pried over to him and that's when he catches your stare. Fuck you were hot. He knew just by the way your siren eyes pierced his, that you were going to be fun.

Letting out a flustered scoff Wilson turns to House, who is too busy peering over at you.

 “Pick one, what like they're some donuts in a box, I mean it just feels a little degrading and- What are you looking at?”

 He looks over House's shoulder trying to see what had caught his attention so quickly, when he laid his eyes upon you.

Wow. Okay maybe staying for a while wouldn't hurt.

“Sweet Jesus, her. I pick her.”

 House turns to Wilson and furrows his brows in slight jealousy 

“No. Pick another one, I saw her first.”

James shakes his head with a serious expression “You said to pick a dancer and I picked her, so she's gonna be my dancer. And plus you don't own her, she can dance for whoever she wants.”

 Before pausing he continues “which will be me.”

House laughs at him in irony “Yeah well when you were too busy whining she was eye fucking me, Mr Hypocrite” 

 Wilson crossed his arms over his chest as he rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah sure she was House, was she also doing a cartwheel while playing the guitar?”

“Mock all you want but it's obvious she’ll choose me, I mean she works in a strip club for god sake, I'll be surprised if she isn't riddled with daddy issues.And I'm older so I seem more well, daddier than you”

House says while giving Wilson a smug look.

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After finishing the dance you walk over to the bar to have a chat with the very kind barman who gives you a free shot to loosen up the night. When downing the tequila shot you hear the voice of someone to the right of you.

“Drinking on the job? No judgement, I do too but sometimes the guys im poking with a needle can get a little funny” 

You turn your head and realise it was the man from earlier, and the other cute one sat to the right of him.

Smirking you decide to entertain the very handsome yet funny guy.

 “Well most people like tits and booze, not sure tequila and hospitals go together too well. Unless you're giving out a different type of needle.”

He smirked, now you had him really interested, and not just in your body.

“What if I'm both a doctor and a junkie?”

“Hm, junkie and medical malpractice I can't tell which one turns me on more” You mock as he sips his drink keeping his eyes stuck to your lips.

Before he could answer you lean forward trying to catch a glimpse of his timid friend

“Is your friend also a doctor?”

Wilsons head lifted from his drink over to you at the mention of him, giving you a tight lipped smile

“Oh yeah he saves cancer kiddies, boring I know” House jokes before turning the conversation back to you.

“So how much does a pretty girl like you charge for a dance?”

Moving your eyes from the cocky guy's friend over to his you can't help but want to entertain them both. It was obvious the timid one also wanted a dance from you, but apparently the blue eyed doctor was far more forward with his desires.

“Well i'm very expensive you see, how much is a doctor like you willing to pay?” you say while looking him up and down.

“$100.” The blue eyed man says.

“$150.” the timid man challenges.

There it was, you knew there was more than shyness to him, a good looking man like him could have a girl like you begging for it.

House turned his head to Wilson with a pissed off look before turning back to you

“Fine. $200”

Laughing at their competition for your attention you look between them both.

“Oh come on boys there's enough to go around, as long as you have the cash.”

You would have let them sit and bid higher for your service but for once you actually wanted to dance for them. You wanted them to see you strip, the way your body can swing around a poll.

Smirking, you grab the blue eyed doctor's hand and begin to make your way to the private rooms. Wilson clearly did not catch onto your statement, staying seated in defeat as you grabbed Houses hand. Once you realised the other man stayed sat you turned to him, cocking an eyebrow.

“You not coming? You seemed pretty keen early”

And with that he immediately stood up and followed you to the room, on your trip across the bar you were itching to know their names. Turing to the tall confident man you ask

“So what should I call you? Dr what?”

 “Call me Greg.”

“And what about you baby?” you ask the brown eyed doctor sweetly. You wanted to see how the clearly more confident man would react to giving his friend a more intimate name.

Smiling and blushing at your pet name he clears his voice before telling you to call him James.

The private room was lined with cushioned walls, with a big round booth couch.

In the middle of the circle there was a round platform with a long silver poll attached. There was a small table at the front of the room, lined with booze, an ashtrays and a pack of smokes.

House and Wilson took in the aesthetic of the room before Wilson took a seat on the couch and House grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table.

Finally situated in their seats, Wilson gawking at you and House sat drinking from the bottle also infatuated with you, as you slowly strutted around the poll, letting them take in every part of your body. The song 'Money Honey' by Lady Gaga played softly in the background as you slid down the poll, now sat directly in front of them on your knees with your legs spread wide apart and your arms up connected around the poll.

“So do you usually take two men at a time?” House asks and you giggle, very aware he wasn't just asking about dancing for two men.

Wilson groaned into his hands, before turning to the eager man sitting beside him “Jesus House.”

‘ House. Hmh as in Doctor House? Greg was boring. House fit him better’ you thought to yourself.

You look at the flustered man and back to House to answer the question.

“Well it's usually against the rules, you know the whole three's a crowd thing but I can make an exception for sexy doctors, House.”

 You say drawing out the name, completely ignoring the fact he told you to call him Greg.

“Are there any other rules?” James asks, you think it's sweet. You’re standing in front of him with your legs spread and he's still keen to make sure you're comfortable.

“Yes. No touching, or security will throw you out regardless of your dicks in your hands.” You say smiling. 

Wilson nods, starting to get impatient he asks “How should we pay you?”

You lean forward exposing your chest from your small outfit in front of the men's eyes. 

House's eyes widen and he bites his lip, pulling two $100 dollar bills from his pocket and placing them in your bra.

Wilson does the same but as he does you lick your lips and stare up at him with fuck me eyes.

“What do you want me to do James? Anything you want, just say it.”

He takes a breath, feeling slightly overwhelmed with all the things he wanted you to do in that moment.

“Can you bend over? Please?”

You give an endearing smile at his politeness and stand up, bending over in front of him.

“So do you guys like fuck together or something?” you ask out of pure curiosity.

Their eyes were glued to your ass, the question startling Wilson who let out a nervous laugh and began to protest while House stayed silent with his lip in between his teeth admiring your behind.

“No, no God no!” Wilson threw his hands up in defence but what you found more interesting was House's silence.

You turn back around bring your face inches from House’s and stared at his lips.

“And what about you? House. What do you want mhm?”

Not a second goes by before he answers. “To touch you.”

“Well my boss wouldn't be too happy about that. Pick something else.” You tell him in a sweet yet demanding tone.

He persists but the way you teased him had him nearly exploding

“I didn't mean now, somewhere your boss wouldn't know about it” He replies ignoring your question.

You never usually felt so worked up and flustered by clients, to you it was just a job but with these too it was different. You wanted them both. If you were honest you wanted House to touch you, while James watched.

“I'm not a whore.” you reply while still remaining inches away from his lips.

He smirks and stares back, matching your energy. He could see behind your cool composure.  He could tell you wanted him and Wilson to fuck you even if you acted like you werent fazed by the men.

“I wouldn't pay.”

Moving away you stand up and sit in between House and Wilson, facing towards Wilson and your back to House. Ignoring his advances.Wilson’s eyes had trailed over your chest in the process.

“Do you want me to take off my bra James?”

“God yes” He hums out

As you start to take off your bra, House scoffs from behind you which makes you smile. His obvious frustration was such a turn on, you couldn't help it. Taking the dollar bills from earlier and slipping them into your underwear you undress while keeping deep eye contact with the very attractive doctor sat in front of you.

“Hey it's my turn, he already got a request. And why do you call him by the name he gave but not me? His surname Wilson by the way.” He whines in jealousy, only seeing your bear back instead of your tits.

“You wasted your chance House, plus he's more polite than you”

Toying with him was more amusing than you initially thought it would be. But you also were trying to pay less attention to House because if you didnt you knew he'd have you bent over in some hotel room screaming his name.

Your tits were now fully exposed to Wilson, throwing the small piece of fabric other at House, just being careful enough to not expose your chest to him. You grin at the way his face lights up, but you also notice the way his pants tighten.

“Do you want to fuck me James? Are you turned on right now? You whisper in his ear, not close enough to touch him but loud enough for House to hear.

He looked up from your tits and to your face “Do you want me to fuck you? Are you turned on?” He asks sternly.

You can't help but be slightly taken back as just a minute ago he was as shy as anything. However, you just smile up at him and get up from the couch taking the bottle from House's hands and you take a large swig.

“Fuck me, theyre beautiful” House mutters under his heavy breath, finally getting a glimpse at your chest.

You stand back up on the poll and with one hand on the poll and the other attached the whiskey bottle and dropped your body so your legs were spread

“How long have you been doing this?” James asks 

 “3 months.”

“Does striping and dancing for horny men get you off? Do you ever want to fuck a client?” House pipes up.

“Does taking my clothes off for mostly cheating men make me wet? I mean sometimes. Have you ever slept with a patient?”

House quickly deflects onto Wilson “He fucked his dying patient, not the whole prince charming you think he is huh.”

Wilson glares over at House “Well that's not fair, it wasn't like that I merely-”

You interrupted not wanting to know more, you weirdly liked he was a little selfish. 

“You don't need to explain yourself to me James. Everyone has needs right?”

House lets out a chuckle staring in between your legs “You can say that again.”

“Sorry I didn't ask earlier but what's your name?” James asks, realising both him and House had only directly spoken to you and didnt ask your name.

“Cherry.” you answer quickly.

“Not your dirty stripper name, what's your actual name sweetheart?” House asks, he was now set on not only fucking you but also trying to figure you out.

You interested him. You were his new sexy puzzle.

“Why should I tell you?” you ask innocently now sat down with your legs in the splits position.

“So I know what name I'm supposed to moan when I'm buried inside you.”

House states while grabbing the bottle from your hand.

The amount of sexual tension in the room must have gotten you high, as you wanted that, but not just him. You wanted James as well, were they that horny for you they'd have a threesome? You woudn't usually do this. You don't fuck clients, you just dont. However, you didn't even see them as clients anymore, just some older men looking for mutual fun.

“(y,n).”

“Is that a yes?” 

House asks at your eagerness to give in. If you weren’t going to fuck him you would have stuck with your stripper name. Played it safe. But you didn't.

Now lying on the platform you arch your back and stare up to House.

“I'll tell you what House, I'll fuck you, because i'm really turned on right now but only on one condition.”

He hums in amusement looking at Wilson's disappointed face. House had won. Again. 

“Yeah and what's that princess (y,n)” He asks with a cocked brow.

“I want James there too. Not just watching either.”

James' face lights up with a smile but also slight concern. God you meant you wanted both of them to fuck you.

House tensed his jaw before thinking about it. Jesus he must have been drunk of the whisky, or just drunk from you but either way he realised his desire for you in that moment was greater than his pride. 

“Okay.” House says looking over at Wilson.

Wilsons face screws up at House's agreement. I mean he wanted you too but could he really deal with House mentioning a threesome anytime he wanted something from him. 

“Okay? Just like that?” Wilson asks in shock.

“Look, I'm not gonna touch you, you're not gonna touch me. We both get to taste heaven tonight. Win, win."

Wilsons held his face in his hands unsure what to do, until you had manoeuvered from your place and was now currently standing behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, breaking the no touch rule and leaned into his ear, begging him sweetly.

“Come on James, I need you. Sharings carings.” you moan into his ear, your voice heavy with desperation.

#house md #gregory house #greg house smut #james wilson smut #james wilson #lust4life01

[angelsdevils]

Oooo Sugar daddy Kokonoi NSFW!

Yay! The first ask for Thanks & Giving Event! Woohoo, this one was fun to write. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think &lt;;3

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW, Small Age gap, Sugar baby - Sugar Daddy dynamics, exhibitionism, cock warming in public, daddy kink, sex in public, some degradation, oral(m!receiving), consensual filming

Word Count: 1.7K

Taglist: @thisbicc @galactict3a @chuuberrysworld @sattosugu @penguinlovestowrite @6-022-10-23 @tobycisnt @k3rrpii @bontensbabygirl @ddeadcalm @smkandfire @artemis1862 @obeymesimp11 @oikawascuties @pinksilk @leilalago

You walked into the club, music blaring and colorful lights shining everywhere. This wasn’t your type of scene, but your boyfriend and Sugar Daddy alike convinced you to come out. So here you were wearing a skin-tight dress, and heels that he bought for you. You made sure to buy it in his favorite color. You looked around before going up to the bouncer, he looked at you and instantly knew who you were. He took you to the VIP section and you walked in once he lifted the rope. Most girls were envious of you glaring, as you sat on Kokonoi’s lap. He didn’t allow you to sit anywhere else since his lap was your throne. He placed a small kiss on your cheek and grinned as he buried his face into your neck.

“You look as beautiful as always, (Y/N).” Ran said with a wink and you smiled.

“Thank you, I don’t think I could ever keep up with these expensive clothes.”

“Good thing you don’t have to, never have to go in your wallet Princess. But it’s not the clothes that make you so breathtaking. Now tell me how was your day?”  Kokonoi mumbled and tightened his arms around your waist. You let a small laugh out as you turned your head and he slammed his lips on yours. He parted slightly and he looked at Ran. 

“The landlord is still bothering me which I don’t know why. All I do is go to school, work and hang out with you. I come home and sleep. I barely cook at home, unless you are away” 

“Tsk, I will deal with him. Don’t worry about it, other than that anyone else is bothering you?”

“Nope, I did get my nails done…” you said and showed him your fresh manicure. He held your hand up to the light and grinned. They were done in his favorite colors, but what made it even more special was the ring he bought you sitting pretty on your ring finger.

“You haven’t taken the ring off?”

“Why would I? You gave it to me, and it’s way too pretty to remove it.” You said nuzzling his neck and he sighed before glancing at Ran. 

“Ran, do you think you can make Princess’s drink? You know I don’t trust anyone else to do it. I will wire the normal amount to your bank account.”

“Hey, I won’t complain. The usual pretty?” 

“Yes, that’s fine. You don’t have to, I don’t mind if someone else makes it.”

“Nope.” Ran and Kokonoi both said in unison and you blinked surprised.

“I only trust Ran.”

“He pays me a hefty amount to make you the best drinks,” Ran winked and left the VIP area. You looked over at Kokonoi who flashed you a heavy smirk.

“You know, you don’t have to spend that much on me.” 

“My girl only gets the best. She drinks whatever I drink, and never has to go into her wallet for anything. Also, I would rather have someone I trust to make it because I don’t want anyone to spike your drink.” He said, and you cupped his cheeks and pressed a small kiss to his lips again. He pulled away and grinned at you before stroking your cheeks.

“So, how about you cock warm me before Ran comes back.”

“Right now? In front of everyone?” You asked with a blush he nodded and you looked around before at him. He gave you an encouraging nod and you took a deep breath. You stood up before pushing your panties to the side. You slowly started to lower yourself on top of him, and you had to bite back a moan. 

“Shit Princess, so tight like always.”    

He always filled you so well, and the stretch was delicious. The colorful lights and the music all hid the moans that managed to escape your lips. Once he was all the way in and you were flushed against his body, he fixed your skirt.

“That’s my good girl. Now don’t move, if you do I may end up giving these people a real show.” 

“Daddy~”

“What? Are you telling me you wouldn’t like yourself being on display for everyone to see?” He asked in a teasing tone. You hid your face with your hands and he smirks just as Ran came back and handed you a drink.

“There you go pretty~,” he said. You took it with a small thanks and took a small sip. Kokonoi leaned close to your ear and whispered.

“Maybe even give Ran a show, he would love it.” You tensed up to the point that Ran was able to see. It didn’t take a rocket scientist as to what was going on and Ran couldn’t let this slip.

“Wow, (Y/N), I am surprised you let Kokonoi convince you to do something like this in public. Your head whipped to him, and he had a wide smirk on his face.

“How did you-”

“Your blushing face and how stiff you got when I came back.”

“Since he knows, might as well give him a show right princess?”

“Daddy, other people will see.” 

“So? This is Ran’s club, and as long as he is getting a show no one can say anything right Ran?”

“Of course, I won’t touch, just watch.” He winked and you gulped slightly.

Kokonoi thrust his hips upward causing you to gasp and lean your head back from the movement. He grinned and gripped your waist.

“Be a good girl and do as I say, and I will buy that new car you said you wanted. In a pretty (favorite color), how does that sound?” Kokonoi asked as he grind against your ass, moving your hips against him. He didn’t expect an answer since you were already starting to lose your mind at the feeling of him. 

He touched so many spots, with just a roll of his hips. Your breath hitched and you whimpered as your head leaned against his shoulder.

“Shit, she is so pretty,” Ran breathed. Kokonoi chuckled as he spread your legs, and lifted your dress over your chest. You whimpered as you tried to keep your eyes open. You could feel eyes on you, more than just one pair. But you couldn’t point out who was staring because it wasn’t long before Kokonoi had you bent over the table and started to pound your cunt. 

“You are getting so wet princess, you are slut. You enjoy being the center of attention, don’t you?” Kokonoi growled in your ear, and you let out a cry as he hit that place inside you having your cream around him. 

“Who do you belong to?”

“I-I belong to you..”

“What?”

“I belong to you Daddy~ more, harder…” 

Your brain had been reduced to not being able to think as Koko filled you. He rubbed his hand along your back before holding your hips tightly. He hissed slightly and leaned down and bit down on your neck, leaving a hickey. 

Kokonoi’s pace was relentless, and when you managed to gather the strength to look ahead. You saw a few guys were watching in shock, with visible hard-ons in their pants. When you met their eyes, you couldn’t even warn Koko before cumming hard. You let out a loud moan and you heard both Koko and Ran curse Ran because it was hot. Koko because the sudden tightness had him filling you up completely. He pulled out and adjusted your panties and dress and you slid to your knees out of breath. You were sweating, and panting as you laid your head on the table. 

“Need a break, princess?” He asked stroking your hair but you shook your head. You turned your head and took his cock into your mouth. The sudden warmth had him gripping your hair tightly and he grunted slightly. 

“Hey Koko, if I pay you can I record?” Ran asked and Kokonoi smirked and you looked up at him nodding your head to encourage Kokonoi to take the deal.

“She says yes, so feel free. You know I charge a hefty price though.” 

“Don’t care,” Ran mumbled. He pulled his phone out and started to record you, but made sure he stood in the way so no one else could do it as well. He respected you enough to at least shield you from others’ eyes. 

Kokonoi started to thrust into your mouth at a fast pace, triggering your gag reflex. You choked on him, as he gripped your hair tighter and pushed your face so it was flush against his pelvis.

You whimpered as tears fell down your face, and drool dripped down your chin. Your freshly manicured nails gripped onto Koko’s thighs, as you tried to ground yourself. You left crescent indents into his thighs and he cursed as rocked his hips back.

“My cute little slut. Remind me to take you shopping tomorrow for rewards, shit gonna cum…” Koko grunted, his cum came out in large spurts and you squeezed your eyes. His cum mixed with your own was going to be on your taste buds for a while but you didn’t care.

Once Koko pulled you away, you gave his sensitive cock, kitten licks to clean up the mess. Once you and Koko caught your breaths, he helped you up and you felt his cum drip down your thighs. He kissed you passionately, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He sat back down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and you shuddered slightly.

“Koko, I am a mess. I will get you dirty.”

“So what, it’s clothes. I can buy new ones, make a mess of or on me, I don’t care.” 

You buried your face into his neck and placed several kisses on his neck. He tightened his arms around you and you looked up at him. 

“Did you mean it, you were going to buy me a new car in (favorite color)?” You couldn’t help but ask, and he hummed.

“When have I ever not meant what I said? Also, you can move in with me if you want a princess. Easier to take care of you.”

“I asked for a car, not to move out of my apartment.” You said, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, I know. But why stay in a rundown apartment where the landlord is an ass when you can stay with your daddy?”

You couldn’t fight the smile and looked up at him before nodding your head.

“You are right, I guess I can move in with you.” 

“Good girl…” 

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[thatvixenchick]

A Dash of Monosaccharides - Chapter 6

Excerpt

It was the first time since reading a biochem paper Dr. Banner had written that Peter regretted relegating engineering to a mere hobby. Otherwise, he’d have pronounced right in Stark’s face his intentions to run the man out of the business. Since that wasn’t an option, and anger enough for him and Wade coursed through his veins, he settled on the classic choice of hurling whatever insults came to mind first. “I’m sorry, are you after me or my drink? I assume the event coordinator was instructed to cut you off before you caused another incident.” Peter upended the rest of his champagne onto the grass. Stark took the slight in stride. “Oh, you’re spicy, are you? I like that. At least you know I can have fun, and that I have the kind of bank account that will erase the consequences.” He leaned forward a bit. “Feel free to calculate my net worth with that big brain of yours.” Peter leaned forward in kind. “You can keep your father’s warmongering blood money.” Stark smirked. “No money is truly clean.” He glanced at Wade. “Including his.” “Wade’s money is at least cleaner than your whoring dick—” “Okay!” Wade interrupted and snagged Peter around the waist. “Always a pleasure, Tony. Bye, now.” Peter jabbed a finger in Stark’s direction as he was hauled away. “And your beard is dumb!” Stark stroked a hand over his goatee as if unconsciously smoothing everything back into place. “I think your baby face might be jealous.” Peter struggled against Wade’s firm hold, but when he couldn’t escape, he resorted to chucking his empty glass at Stark’s head. The asshole ducked. Peter turned his wrath on Wade. “Let go! I’m not done with him.” “As flattering as that is, you picked the one person to fight with who could grease enough palms to kick us out. Matt would hang us both for that.” “I’ll handle Matt,” Peter snarled, glaring at Stark’s smug face as it disappeared behind a topiary. “It’s cute you think that.”

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[giggly-squiggily]

squiggily my love how are you, i feel like it's been forever since i crashed in your ask box 🖤 i hope the universe gives you the queen treatment you deserve and i will just humbly leave my present in your courtroom and then show myself out to watch from my evil tower of evilness how you open the box and find *drumroooooll* a kny modern au scenario because i'm BACK BABY (moderately so i still need to write job applications but i'm back that's the point)

so anyway the scenario. and it needs to be modern au because. people are alive there.

i've been having some sabito brainrot and he would just be SUCH a horrifying ler, i know it. he knows exactly what teases get to his victim, he knows all their spots, he's agile enough to dodge attacks and strong enough to pin people down, he just has the full package. taking him down is literally impossible.

giyuu tries it. epic fail abort mission the absolute worst day of his life and he's had many of those so you know it's bad.

tanjiro tries it. EPIC fail, sabito is a substitute coach in urokodaki's dojo after all and he knows ALL of tanjiro's moves, it's hopeless.

nezuko tries it. failfailfail because yeah she's cute and dangerous but sabito is a teacher, he knows of the danger that comes from small people and once you see where kids stick their hands you become kinda immune to any kind of cuteness.

giyuu ropes his friends into it. some of them only need a little nudge ("i've been wanting to kill that guy for years" - "SANEMI"), some of them need extra encouragement ("and what's in it for me?" - "fun? exercise? come on kyo..." - "listen if you want this to happen you better treat me to some quality burgers because i won't risk my life for nothing") but in the end they do indeed end up trying their luck. emphasis on trying.

kanae and kyojuro fail spectacularly and publicly because they thought it was a smart idea to ambush sabito on campus. tengen and mitsuri fail embarrassingly because they have all this strength and at the end of the day it really does nothing. sanemi and obanai refuse to talk about it and akaza isn't sure whether he should be absolutely fuming at the defeat or ecstatic that he actually found someone whose martial art skills are on par with his own.

(shinobu and gyomei are smart enough to stay out of the mess and honestly good for them)

except there is one person who can actually take sabito down and that person is makomo. and getting the intel from her was always out of giyuu's pay league (she's EXPENSIVE) but now that sabito has humiliated all of his friends, tengen and his disgusting off-shore untaxed bank account are happy to chip in. and the trick is really just that sabito has one really weird spot but once you get that the rest of his spots sort of unlock like bonus levels and then it's bad. if you're just one person, getting the spot might be hard but well. they're eight now.

that's it i don't have any details after it i just wanted to share the setup. have the most lovliest wonderfullest day and stay hydrated, i will now go rewatch sk8 as i yearn for the ova they announced 🖤🖤

REY! 💖💖💖💖 Hello my love! It’s always a bright day when you come by! I wouldn’t say the universe is treating me very luxurious right now (shark week started and I’m hurting baaaaad 😭) I can’t wait to devour this delightful present! *opens it and gets smacked like a giant boxing glove full of modernAU goodies* YIPPIE! 🥰🥰🥰

SABITO HELP WHZHWJDJSJSJS He’s that one guy you just don’t expect to be so deadly in tickle wars? First glances are deceiving; with his sweet smiles and charming nature you’d think he’d be such an easy lee…BUT THEN- oh as you said; he is DIABOLICAL! Endless knowledge of everyone’s tickle spots combined with his endless agility and strength and there’s no one who can defeat him!

JANZJANZNSNNS SANEMI WHHSB 🤣🤣🤣 He’s so ready to kill good lord! And Rengoku is a MOOD! He’s not going down without proper compensation and I love him for it whsbbsbbsnsbs (Akaza reluctantly impressed is GOLD QJZNANZNSNND 🤣🤣🤣🤣🥰🥰🥰🥰) They all just kinda shuffle back defeated and Giyu’s genuinely concerned there’s no way to defeat Sabito

Makomo knows her worth like a true girlboss and I love her for it whsnwnsnwn TENGEN ABXBNWHSJS He’s not ashamed- Sabito took his built like a building down so fast whsnnwnsns I love the idea of Sabito having such a unknown spot qjsnnsnsns (I don’t know why- I’m thinking elbows; like- just above the joint if you squeeze it with the right pressure it’s like an on switch) He gets all giggly and then shocked cause “Wait that wasn’t supposed to happen” and now everyone’s looking at him like 👀👀👀😈😈😈 and he’s RUNNING!

It goes down in history as the greatest fox hunt of all time- Shinobu took pictures and everything (she needs blackmail for future endeavors) and now Sabito has to get even more creative with his tickly attacks to avoid said antics 🤣🤣🤣 God this AU is so GREAT!

Thank you for sharing Rey! This made my kinda iffy morning a lot better 🥰🥰🥰

#squiggily speaks #ask #myreygn #friend :3 #Hey It’s Rey! #tickle #tickle headcanons #modern au #demon slayer #Sabito #YESH ABBHANZNSNSNS #I adore them so hshxjwjjsns

[ryverbind]

Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Caught in #4k [5]

I wake up groggy and exhausted. Definitely not prepared for a full work day, that's for sure.

The Faces and I spent the entire night playing together. It was honestly fun aside from the few times Sally and I got into really aggressive arguments. I was worried one of them would turn into a yelling match, but somehow, we were calmed. I blame-- I mean-- thank Ash for that.

Still, it was about two in the morning by the time I realized how late it was. I told my friends good night and ended my stream that amassed a whopping five thousand and something viewers. I thanked them all the best way I could-- which was just through words. For now.

And the best part of ending abruptly is that Sally wasn't given a chance to bitch at me for getting him killed early in the night.

The only issue is that it's eight in the damn morning and I have no energy. But, I do have a clear and optimistic mindset.

Later, Ash is going to help me link my bank account to all of my socials. For Twitch, I need to at this point. With how often I plan on streaming, alongside my growing number of viewers, I'll actually start making some money, which blows my mind.

But, I'm excited. This is the change I've been looking for. It's something good for me and dad. And hey, who knows, maybe I'll be able to go back to school at some point.

I get ready for my day, sighing upon realizing that I've forgotten to get more contacts again. I'll have to do that soon.

A wave of deja vu washes over me as I situate my glasses onto the bridge of my nose, looking over my form in the mirror. The last time I did this, I wasn't involved with Sally and I definitely wasn't streaming. Come to think of it, VioletViolence didn't exist either yet.

The deja vu feels good this time and I can't help but smile at myself as I pull my stupid skirt higher on my waist and get ready to leave for the day.

Maybe I won't have to work this taxing job soon, too. If I could have true, reliable income from streaming and being a bit of an influencer, that would help me out tremendously. Being online could be my only occupation.

Before I step out of my apartment to start my day, my phone starts ringing. There goes that deja vu again.

I bound over to the elevator, trying to fish my phone out of the side pocket on my backpack. But it's stuck, and I can't get it in time to answer the call.

Hissing, I press the button to go down to my apartment complex's lobby then take my backpack off, man-handling the damn phone and yanking it from its fabric clutches. Life being hard on me just because.

I glance over my lit up screen with furrowed brows due to extreme aggravation. It's going to be a long day.

With pinched lips, I click on Ash's missed call and put my phone to my ear, listening to consecutive rings. It doesn't take her too long to pick up though.

"Hey, y/n! Everything okay?" Ash asks, her kind voice chirpy and cheery like she got a full seven hours of sleep. I'm not sure how she manages to not feel aggravated on little sleep because I know she definitely went to bed later than I did.

"Hey, hun," I start, smiling slightly. Her happy voice makes me feel a bit better. "Yea, I'm fine. Just couldn't get to my phone, it was stuck in a pocket. I'm on my way to work. How are you?"

Ash sucks in a breath. "Ouch, sorry. We shouldn't have kept you up so late," she says guiltily.

I walk into the elevator, scooting in beside an older man with a briefcase. I smile at him. He doesn't smile back. So I face forward and raise my eyebrows. "No, don't worry about it," I tell Ash. "I actually really enjoyed myself! Sally's a bit of an ass, but I can overlook it."

"Wow," Ash gasps. "Is this progress I'm seeing? I noticed you guys getting real flirty, but for you to actually be getting used to him? The gates have fallen and all the little monsters are taking my y/n-bug!"

A giggle leaves my lips and I hold my phone with both hands, trying to hide myself from the man behind me but refusing to let some random kill my instant good mood. "Don't get your hopes up. I think the arguments are fun, but Sally genuinely can't stand me. I'm not sure how to fix that, and I don't really want to make him like me at all either. It's fun making him suffer," I say smugly, grinning at the metallic elevator doors.

The doors-- who are absolutely against me in every way for unknown reasons-- open up to a handful of people the minute the expression envelops my face and my grin drops. Way to make myself look like an absolute villainess in front of potential neighbors right?

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and weave through people until I find my way out of the apartment building and into the hot, summer LA air.

The sun is bright, blinding even, and I can already feel a sweat working up, so I keep walking in the direction of the diner and try my best to find some shade.

"Oh well," Ash sighs into the call. "Sally will come around eventually. He's just really hard headed with you-- not sure why. Even just your name-- either one, in fact-- gets him worked up. It's really weird."

I shrug, feeling like an idiot when I remember that she can't see. "Not my problem. He has something against me and I don't know what it is, but I don't really care either." I shield my eyes from the sun, squinting my eyes in the harsh light. "So what's up? Any plans today?"

"Oh, actually, thank you for the reminder!" Ash says, cursing herself lightly. "I called for a reason. I know you said you won't be coming to Vegas. Boringggg." She giggles and the action makes me smile a little more. "But I emailed you the invite a few minutes ago. I wanted to make sure you got it!"

I hum, pulling my phone away from my face to look down at my screen. My eyes are still shielded as I scroll through my recent emails and, sure enough, there's one from Ash. The subject says,, "That party invite-- the one you won't be coming to :("

With a little giggle, I place my phone to my ear again. "Yea, I've got it. I'll check it out a little later, but I'm still not going," I remind her, noting the diner coming into view. "But listen, I'll talk to you again tonight, okay? Are you guys playing again?"

"We sure are!" Ash exclaims excitedly. "We'll be getting on around six in the evening. Can you be there for that time?"

Frowning, I remember that I'm staying until about eight tonight. "I'll be late, but I'll be there," I promise.

Ash squeals. Her cute noises always excite me and fill me with actual joy-- something I don't feel very often nowadays. "Yay! Okay, I'll tell the guys! I'm super excited!"

I huff out a laugh, opening the back door into the diner's kitchen. Nodding toward some of the cooks, I turn into our rest area and put my bag down. "Sounds good. I'm excited too." I glance at my surroundings and realize my shift starts in ten minutes. "I've got to go. I'll see you tonight."

"Barf, but okay! Ich liebe dich. Have a great day!" Ash says, blowing me a kiss then hanging up. Her trademark lately is telling me she loves me in different languages, it's pretty cute.

Most of my day goes by quickly. Well, the first half at least. I couldn't be more thankful for that. But when I'm on break, munching on a burger that the head cook was nice enough to make for me, I spend some time hanging out on Discord.

Ultimately, I come to regret it.

LARBEARAWR: hey vi i have a cewl pic 4 u wana c???

VIOLETVIOLENCE: sure lar :3 send it over!!!

T0DDLES12: Larry and Sally have been off doing something all day. They haven't been home in about four hours.

Ew, so they're together. I hope Larry just sends me a cute kitty picture or something.

ASHYPOO <3: Really? GUYSSSSS what are you doing??? We're literally going to be streaming laterrr. Plus, Larry owes me a ride to that new smoothie shop on the outskirts of nockfell >:(((

T0DDLES12: Sally mentioned something about wanting to practice his guitar at their parents' place down Main Street. Apparently, Lisa and Henry bought some type of studio to open a little meat market but haven't gotten around to it yet. So it's ended up being the perfect place for Larry and Sally to do criminal things.

I reel back in my seat, a bit confused by the information I've been given. I have a mouthful of fries, but I stop chewing as I try to make sense of who exactly Lisa is with.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: wait, who's Lisa and Henry?

I wait with bated breath. Of course, I had to lie about knowing Lisa given the situation I put myself into. But I know Lisa very well, she and I were besties before I moved. She made the most amazing lasagna for me, Larry, Todd, and Ash. She was an awesome second mom.

T0DDLES12: Henry is Sally's father. Lisa is Larry's mother. They're married and it's all thanks to the boys. The guys started out as best friends when Sally first moved to Nockfell, then their parents met and the rest was history.

My eyes are wide. What are the fucking chances that Sally and Larry have ended up being step-brothers? Fuck this is wild. And fuck, this is really not looking up for me. I have to be careful with what I say.

I genuinely hope that Henry is nothing like his son.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: awwweee that's so cute, i'm glad it worked out that way for them :)

It sounds sarcastic and, let's be honest, it kind of is. I'm hardcore freaked out.

A photo comes in from Larry but it takes a second or two to load in. So, I squint my eyes and bring my phone closer to my face.

When I don't have time to decide that I don't want to see the picture, a blisteringly hot photo finally pops up in front of me and I suddenly find myself choking on my fries. A few bits of gross, chewed up potato fly onto the floor at my feet as I rush to cover my mouth with a hand. My phone gets slammed onto the table in front of me as I try to catch my breath.

Every inch of my body is on fire and I feel like I'm being seared from the inside out. My brain is overwhelmed and fighting to hold onto my sanity. And my sanity? My rational, working order that keeps me in check? It's running for the hills-- sprinting over to my phone just so it can lick my screen. I struggle to grip onto the last bits of me that actually make sense.

And, by the way, fuck Larry. Because I lose my grasp on my good-natured superego. My scary ego takes the reins, commanding my hands to bring my phone up to my face again.

Sigmund Freud would have fucking loved me.

With shaky hands and wide eyes, I rake my eyes over the photo that Larry sent. Hell, I even zoom in on it.

In the photo is a shirtless Sally Face. He's dripping in sweat, his hair messy and sticking to his prosthetic, and his guitar is securely hanging onto the front of his body.

His hands are holding onto the body and neck of his bright red, fiery guitar and I'm not quite sure where to look first.

His skin, as pale as the moon on a dim night, glistens with sweat from putting his entire heart into playing the instrument, I'll bet. His arms aren't too muscular, but they're veiny and there's definitely some muscle mass there. Has to be a result of constant working hands. My eyes trail up the various veins in his arms and then over the wide variety of tattoos.

Sally's sleeve is completely free for me to view right now-- and it doesn't just stop at his elbow. The tattoo I saw on his arm-- the one I got to touch-- goes all the way up to his shoulder and I can feel my mouth watering over the attractive, geometric designs.

His other arm doesn't have quite as many tattoos, but he does have a vine of some kind of flower wrapping around his skin. It's not a big tattoo that covers every inch of him, in fact, it's rather small, but it is long. It starts at his wrist and trails along and around his arm, all the way up to his shoulder.

There's a tattoo on his collarbone, but I can't quite make out what it is. Regardless, it's nice to look at and my brain has gone fuzzy.

I can see his shattered dagger tattoo exceptionally well with his head looking down at his finger placement. His neck is reddened just a bit with little pieces of his shoulder length, cerulean hair stuck to his skin in some places.

Fuck, I hate that he's hot and I was doing just fine with ignoring my dull attraction to him until this. The thought of seeing his face covered in sweat and stuck in a focused expression would probably make me lose whatever brain cells I have left.

I cross my legs and clear my throat, slapping my cheeks after a moment. I look up and away from the photo, trying to clear my mind in an attempt to quell my raging emotions. And somehow, I still find myself looking down at the photo again.

Sally's wearing black ripped jeans that hug his thighs in all the right places. Now that I'm looking closer too, I can see little scars littering his pale, glistening neck. And fuck, he has the most beautiful torso I think I've ever seen in my life.

And what is that?

I narrow my eyes and zoom in closer.

My stomach practically drops out of my ass upon realizing that the edge of a tattoo is peeking out of the waistband of his jeans. I'm not sure where it is exactly, but it's probably on his thigh and I'd give anything to lay my eyes on the full thing one day.

My heart is beating wildly and I feel like I can't breathe. If I take a breath, I think I may burst and I'm not sure in what way. There are too many aggressors in just one photo. My head is overloaded and I almost throw caution to the wind, say fuck it, and ask Sally to fucking fly back to LA.

Come to think of it, where's that text to Lexi?

I hiss at the photo and click out of it, finally taking a deep breath and realizing I've broke out into a nervous sweat. My thighs are glued together and I'm afraid to move-- afraid to even think because my head is impure and I haven't gotten fucked in far too long.

Damn.

I lick my dry lips and blink at the Discord chat.

LARBEARAWR: vi if u zoom in on the red thing u can c my name on the bottom LARBEARAWR: vi do u c it LARBEARAWR: viiiiiiiii r u bein like sally LARBEARAWR: ok i'll leave u 2 masturbate in peace

T0DDLES12: Larry, I'm too gay for that picture. Please delete it. Neil and I are trying to find your location and it's not for innocent reasons.

ASHYPOO <3: No wonder Sally's pulling all the bitches... HE NEVER LEAVES ANY HOTTIES FOR THE REST OF US AND THIS IS WHY fuck >:(

T0DDLES12: That must be frustrating for you and Larry. Though, Sally would be the only bitch I need. T0DDLES12: Also, Vi, I am not cheating on my boyfriend. I casually flirt with my friends and Neil finds it hilarious. I don't actually want to have sex with any of my friends, or anyone else for that matter.

ASHYPOO <3: Todd's lying. He's actually a little whore for hot people. Don't let him lie to you XD

T0DDLES12: No need to call me out, Ashley.

LARBEARAWR: shut up vi is trying 2 get off LARBEARAWR: gosh u guys have no respect 4 others needs

ASHYPOO <3: True that. Sorry, Vi. We'll leave you to let out some sexy steam~ :3

Fuck, how did I manage to put myself into this ridiculous position. The worst part is that they aren't far off from the truth. Sal is hot as fuck and it pains me to admit it.

This ground is officially dangerous, tainted with bombs that'll go off the minute I make one wrong move. Sally and I cannot meet again. If I see him without a shirt in person, his pants are coming off too.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: sorry guys i'm at work and just getting to my break! sally has a badass guitar. and yes, i see your signature larry lmfao

I didn't even look for Larry's name on the damn guitar. If I click on that photo again, chaos will ensue in my mind and I can't handle that. I still have a few hours left to go in this shift and I'll actually have to talk with Sally tonight. I can't subject myself to that torture while knowing I'll have to converse with him in just a few hours.

LARBEARAWR: lol did u rlly c it LARBEARAWR: r u sure u weren't looking @ sally's lickable shirtless bod 2 hard

VIOLETVIOLENCE: yes lar, i'm sure lol. i see it, it's there!

LARBEARAWR: lol... that's wild... cause my name isn't on it... LARBEARAWR: sally wood off me if i ever touched his guitar :P LARBEARAWR: caught u in #4k hehe

I want to scream and cry and roll around on the floor because, yea, Larry caught me in the most obvious fucking lie ever. I think when I see him again, I'm going to punch him. I don't think I'll feel better until I do.

My eyes squeeze shut and I throw a hand over my mouth again, letting my phone drop to the table a second time. This man is evil. Both men are evil. Larry is smarter than he lets on and Sally is just too damn fuckable. I should have never started streaming.

What do I do. What do I do? I can't let this marinate, I have to fix it.

My lungs are wedged into my throat and my legs are bouncing up and down in a panic. I feel like I'm going to fucking throw up.

I got caught slacking in one of the worst moments of weakness I've ever shown in my life.

In a last ditch effort to restore some faith in myself, I download the photo of Sal and do my best to ignore how badly I want to drool over it.

Zooming in all the way into the bottom right of the guitar, I screenshot and then delete the full photo so I don't have to listen to my insides scream upon seeing his naked upper half again. Fuck, this is aggravating.

Deny until you die, right?

I edit Larry's name onto the screenshot of the guitar then quickly send it in the chat.

The group is silent for a second, and I know that photo is obviously edited, but maybe it'll take a little bit of heat off of me. I chew on my bottom lip, cheeks heating up again as I think abut how to lose every connection to the name VioletViolence. I can start over again. Under a fourth name.

Hell, maybe I have a problem...

All my names are a result of me running away from my unavoidable problems. I'm starting to see a pattern.

My phone pings and I focus in on it again, sucking in a quick breath.

SALLYFʌCɛ: awww, what a cute attempt to save yourself. don't wear yourself out too much. and clean up whatever mess you make along the way.

I'm fucked for life.

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A/N:::::: my good friend drew this photo of Sally for Motherf*cker and he came out so awesome🫶🫶 if you wanna show some love, they’re @ MadamMilky on Wattpad!!!

#sally face #future smut #sal fisher #sally face fanfiction #sally face fandom #ash campbell #enemies to lovers #larry johnson #todd morrison #travis phelps

[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 8

This was a lil idea that came to me at some point during the year. I honestly don't remember what inspired it but i've had a note on my phone for months that just said "idea: sugar daddy demands thank you fuck". No clue where it came from or when but here we go, have some writing about it.

Warnings: Sugar daddy! Gwil, and he's kinda mean about it 👉👈, backyard sex,so i guess minor exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, a touch of humiliation

Everything you had right then was from Gwilym. The bathers you wore, the necklace around your throat, the drink you were holding. All of it he’d given you. And of course, you were lounging by his pool, relaxing in the sun while he was on a call inside. He liked having you around, even when he had work to deal with, knowing you were waiting for him, knowing he could call on you the moment his meetings were finished. You didn’t mind either. Sitting around a pool in the middle of the day, cocktail in hand, was clearly better than most else you could be doing. Certainly beat working or studying. It was really very lucky you’d met Gwil when you had, with your useless degree and skint bank account. He’d taken pity and bought you a few drinks and you’d thanked him by going home with him. Not that you didn’t want to – he was hotter and more interesting than any of the guys you’d slept with at uni. You let him call you a slut and tell you when to cum, and the next day he admitted he wasn’t looking for anything serious but he liked fucking you, so he offered to buy you breakfast and let you thank him for it. He made it clear what he wanted. Company from someone capable of following his instructions. You just wanted things you didn’t have to spend you own money on and easily agreed to his proposition. Of course, you paid for them in other ways.  

When Gwil joined you outside he was in boardshorts, a beer in one hand, his other hidden behind his back. You perked up at that. It meant he had something for you, and you were keen to see just what he’d bought you this time. So you looked up demurely as his tall frame blocked out the sun, ready to play whatever roll he wanted in return for the gift.   “Got you something, princess” he said with a smile, placing his beer aside and holding out a small red box.  “Jewlery?” you asked sweetly, not recognising the box. You’d had, however, picked up on the choise of pet name and suspected his call hadn’t gone as well as he might have liked. Princess was usually a sign he wanted to vent some frustration.   “Open it.”  You did, nearly dropping it as you spotted the shiny silver keys.  “A car? Oh my god Gwil.”  “Brand new model. Just delivered. We can take it for a spin later.”  There was implication in his promise but you were so surprised by such a huge gift that you completely forgot what was expected, jumping up to hug him as you said, “Thank you, Gwil, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to; I can’t believe it. Thank you.”  Gwil grimaced disapprovingly as he gently pressed you back onto your seat, “Princess, you know that’s not how I like you to show appreciation.”  You nodded, already realising your lapse, “I know, daddy, I’m sorry. It’s just so amazing I wanted to tell you how much I love it and-”  “Princess.” His tone was warning as he cut you off, clearly losing patience.   You didn’t mind it if he was a little annoyed – he got rough when he was ticked off and that was fun – but you didn’t want to push him too far and risk ruining things, risk not being gifted cars, “Sorry daddy, should we go inside so I can thank you properly?”  Gwil stared you down for a moment before he began undoing the tie on his pants, “I don’t think we need to go anywhere.”  You felt yourself warming as you glanced around at the neighbours houses, “Really? Here?”  “Oh don’t worry, I’ll let you thank me inside too. You’ll do a lot of thanking in a lot of different ways for such a big gift. But, it’s become clear that my princess doesn’t know when it’s appropriate for her to talk. I think you need a lesson in how to be quiet and show some fucking respect. So we’ll start out here.” 

You weren’t surprised when he tugged you to him, able to see him getting harder as he demeaned you, but still you let out a little gasp at his tighter than expected grip.   He didn’t loosen up though, intent on pulling your mouth to his cock, making sure you understood what he wanted. You were quick to try and rectify your mistake, summoning up spit and wrapping your lips around his length with a small moan. You knew he’d like that, that it would redeem you a little. And he did, if the jolt of his hips was anything to go by. Or perhaps that was his apparent annoyance because he didn’t let up. Gwilym didn’t seem to have any intention to let you blow him the way he usually did. He didn’t hold himself still to give you time to adjust. Didn’t encourage you to stroke and lick and tease him the way he usually liked. You had to grab onto his thigh as he pushed his shaft deeper, seeking out the back of your throat and rutting into you when you gagged in surprise.   “Take it.” he said, voice low and gravelly and all the more menacing for it, fucking your mouth until saliva dribbled over your lips. When he pulled himself out you were panting for air, a sting of spit still attached to his cock. He guided your hand to his cock as he bent down a little, tilting your chin up so he could look you in your watery eyes, “I own your holes. I’ve bought them a hundred times over with every little thing I’ve ever given you. So you’re going to keep quiet and take what I give you.”  “Yes daddy,” you managed to get out, trying to focus on stroking him so he wouldn’t get madder.  Gwil looked at you for a moment, his thumb ran over your wet bottom lip, “I want you to ask for it.”  “What?”  “Well, this is in return for the fucking car I just gave you, isn’t it? It's what you want to give me in return, so you can tell me that.”  You’d anticipated he might want to humiliate you a little as soon as he’d called you princess, but the combination of it and the suggestion that you’d disappointed him had you on the verge of tears. So your voice shook as you said, “Please use me daddy.”  It must not have been enough because Gwil just stood up straighter and staired you down, surprisingly intimidating even with his cock in your hand.  “Please fuck my throat daddy. I want to thank you.”  “Okay, princess, because you asked so nicely.” Gwilym smiled as he grabbed the back of your hair, directing you back down over his cock. 

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee imagine #also sidenote: im officially finished work for the year! yay! #gonna spend today finishing off the last few things #and then get them all scheduled so they post at the same time every day kfjksfjd #this one is a lil later than i wanted but i had A Day yesterday and totally forgot to schedule it

[thistransient]

Thoughts on my visa run to Tokyo: not to be a complainer (I'm gonna complain), but taking into consideration that it was a last-minute decision with minimal planning, I was a bit underwhelmed. I have fond memories of walking around Naha, Okinawa some years ago with great delight at simply being there, but perhaps a certain percentage of that was "first time in Japan" thrill (or I was so fed up with my circumstances at home that the break was particularly welcome). It could also be that enduring life with recently sprained ribs took my focus off the sights somewhat (there was a hefty price to be paid for forgetting to hold in sneezes). As such I didn't press myself to go to too many places: I stayed at a hostel in a traditional house in Asakusa, and spent the most time walking around Yanaka and Koenji with a brief foray into Shinjuku (albeit late enough that my feet hurt and it was very crowded on the streets, so this did not last long). There were so many foreign tourists in Asakusa that I felt rather as if I were in that Japan-themed part of Disney World, and I found myself gravitating inevitably to the riverside (pictured above).

If anything I felt self-conscious that said tourist contingent appeared to be having the time of their lives, whereas I had come here somewhat on a whim and kept being told "wrong ticket!" by the metro staff almost every time I made at attempt at transferring

(In addition to not buying a SIM card I also didn't bother with a metro card because I figured individual tickets couldn't be that hard, could they? Ahahaha.)

But for all these woes, I do love looking at Japanese buildings (a treat for my niche interest in external fire escape stairs), the bakery offerings were excellent, and I decided eventually to forgive myself for my restaurant anxiety and just eat onigiri in the cemetery such that I was at least ingesting something. I'd go back to Japan (to other cities), but I'd like to do it with company, and more planning.

Coming back was in fact the real adventure, with the flight diversion to Macao, the jaunt in the wee hours of the morning with my hotel roommate, and eventual return to Taipei. The immigration process has really been streamlined, there's an online arrival card now, and the line moved so fast I just managed to fill it out before it was my turn. The agent barely glanced at me before stamping me in (I had actually been practicing my speech justifying flying in and out of the country every 90 days, and even printed out a bank statement, but the online form required one to list an exit flight, which evidently preempted any interrogation).

In the moment I was extremely relieved! But now I find myself bereft of my regular activities either on account of my ribs (watching shibari is not half as fun as being on the receiving end, and I really miss biking) or because I've become disillusioned with a couple of my former sources of regular socialisation. I feel increasingly like I don't actually have much in common with the people at the trans group beyond us all being trans, and my presence (or lack thereof, last time I had a bit of a panic episode and ran away without saying anything) at their events is pretty meaningless as far as 'volunteering' goes. I also abruptly lost interest in a friend I'd spent a lot of time with in the past year, which bothered me quite a bit (how could I feel so heartless towards someone who had bought me a thoughtful birthday gift) until I did enough writing and figured it out, but that still hasn't rekindled any desire to hang out again, except perhaps out of guilt (not the best motivation). In the face of these things (amongst others), and the fact that I've done my 3rd visa run this year with no apparent plan to stop living in 3 month increments, I think it's time...time to go back to therapy.

#i think if i were really determined i could do it exclusively in chinese cause it seems like local counsellors have lower rates #but i'd also prefer someone bilingual who has experience living overseas #because therein lie some of my problems #in theory i want permanent residency but in practice...

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

I had a lot of fun with this one! It doesn’t directly follow “Everything on their Christmas Lists,” but it does reference it! Honestly though if you’re not caught up on my delicious, delicious twelve-part series what are you even doing lol

Anyway, enjoy, and have a lovely Valentine’s Day!

Doppelganger Date

Sara had a lot of Valentine's Day surprises planned but this hadn't been one of them.

They'd chosen the rowdy bar and grill sort of last minute since it was the fanciest restaurant they could get into without a reservation. Sara hadn't really wanted to commit to any reservations before she knew what her bank account would look like. She'd used most of her Valentine's Day funds on Hunter's present, not satisfied with the mixtape she'd gotten Hunter for Christmas when Hunter had gone all out with a beautiful rose gold locket.

Sara had planned on giving Sara her gift at dinner, but she hadn’t anticipated the less-than-romantic ambiance. And she hadn’t anticipated that the other patrons of the bar would be oddly familiar.

It wasn’t anyone she knew personally- her list of friends in the city was pretty small and she didn’t remember partying with either of these people. They probably partied though, the shorter one definitely looked like the type.

“Hun,” Sara said in a whisper, “do those two at the bar look familiar to you?”

Hunter glanced over and studied them critically for a minute. Hunter was really good at this, at taking people in with a few looks and then breaking them down to their essentials.

“They look like us,” Hunter said, sounding matter-of-fact.

Sara stole another glance and came to the same conclusion. It wasn't a one-to-one comparison, the pink streaks in Sara's hair were magenta, instead of the light pink that comprised all but the roots of the taller woman's hair. The shorter woman had the same long dark hair as Hunter, though hers was buzzed on one side. It was also hard to ignore the two curved horns sticking out of her head.

“I'm going to go network,” Sara decided.

“You can't just go up to random strangers,” Hunter argued.

“I literally do it all the time, how do you think I get gigs?”

“But they're clearly on a date. And so are we, remember?”

“It'll just be a minute,” Sara said.

Hunter rolled her eyes, but she was smiling slightly. She found Sara's ability to turn anything into a networking event weirdly charming. Last week Sara had worked a party for her dentist.

Hunter's amusement faltered when, a few minutes later, Sara walked back to their booth with the strangers in tow.

“Hun, this is Rosé and Harper. Guys, this is my girlfriend Hunter.”

“I love your dress,” the pink-haired one, Rosé, commented genuinely.

“Thanks, uh, yours is pretty cute, too.”

Rosé grinned and, against all odds, the other couple sat down.

This was not at all what Hunter had imagined for a night of romance- she'd never once been on a double date she enjoyed.

“So, what do you guys do for work?” Hunter asked awkwardly.

“I'm a detective,” Rosé said. Harper was still silent, probably judging her.

“Oh, good. Lotta crime out there.”

“That's my mom's name,” Harper said.

“What is?”

“Lotta Crime. Well, her maiden name.”

“Huh. So… Do you do crime?”

“Are you a cop?”

“I'm a funeral director.”

Harper visibly relaxed. “Yeah, I do some crime.”

“Petty thefts,” Rosé said with a smirk.

“I asked you not to call them that,” Harper huffed.

“Just remember which one of us is a better thief.”

Hunter, feeling awkward being left out, commented, “Yeah I steal stuff too.”

Harper gave her another once-over.

“Really? I haven't seen you in any of my circles.”

“It's kind of a solo thing, I don't really publicize it much. It's more of a… Hobby.”

“She takes cute dresses from dead people,” Sara said with a beaming smile that conveyed she was very proud of Hunter's unconventional hobby.

“You're a graverobber?” Harper asked, looking a mix of surprised and impressed.

“No, I take the dresses before the bodies are in the grave. And only when they're really cute. And it's a closed casket.” The one time she'd tried to take a dress from an open casket funeral she'd gotten sued but fortunately there'd been some big murder case that week so the “Funeral Director Desecrates Body” story had gotten buried.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Rosé said, taking a sip of her drink.

“You're not going to turn me in, are you?” Hunter asked nervously.

“Of course not, snitches get stitches. Plus it's clearly paying off, you look adorable.”

Hunter smiled. “Thanks.”

“We are so partying together,” Sara said with a grin.

“Absolutely. You're going to love York and Grenda -those are my roommates/found family. When we party, we party hard.”

“I can't wait,” Sara said. She must have already passed out her business cards because she didn't seem worried about Rosé contacting her with the party deets.

“Do you party, Hunter?” Harper asked.

“Not usually,” Hunter said.

“You should come party with us,” Rosé said, “We'll teach you how to steal stuff off of the living.”

“Tempting. I'll check my schedule and see if I can fit it in.”

Harper and Rosé hung out for a while longer until eventually they went their separate ways. The accidental double date had thrown off Sara's plans, so she decided to give Hunter her present when they got home.

“That was weird,” Hunter commented as she put her coat up. “I mean, they were nice, but it was weird, right?”

“A little, but that's what's so fun about meeting new people. You never know what to expect.”

“I think they were hitting on me,” Hunter said thoughtfully.

“Probably,” Sara agreed. “You're pretty irresistible.

“I got you something, by the way.” She pulled the box out of her pocket and presented it with a silly little bow.

Hunter had found it suspicious that Sara was wearing actual jeans for Valentine’s Day when she had cherub-covered leggings that would’ve been perfect, now her suspicions were confirmed. She let out a hum of anticipation before opening it to reveal a pair of silver and emerald earrings.

“Oh, wow, these are beautiful.”

“I maybe went through your collection, and I saw you didn't have any earrings to match your mom's necklace. I didn't think that was right.”

Hunter blinked back tears. “Wow, Sara… That's so thoughtful.”

“You do thoughtful things for me all the time, you literally brought me breakfast in bed this morning. I wanted to return the favor.”

Hunter pulled Sara into a hug.

“I love you, Sara without an H.”

“I love you too, Hunter with an H. I'm glad I get to share my home and life with you.”

#drawtectives #drawfee #drawfee fanfiction #drawtectives rosé #harper justice #sara pena #hunter richardson #the crossover of the century #hunter got sara breakfast in bed and roses I just didn't want to write that #also this is probably set pre-celestial spear

[icravemusicx0x0]

rating music please don't hurt me #20 | lil boat 3.5 - lil yachty

every five entries, i will look into a significant (not always a masterpiece) album from the past (totally not a stolen idea). today we're going to talk about lil yachty's album lil boat 3.5.

lil boat 3.5 marks an interesting end to the lil boat trilogy. the two first album, lil boat 1 and 2, were an unexplainable mess during my first glance of listening, but i may not go further talking about this because i haven't got a full experience with the two pieces yet. to be honest, lil boat 3.5 is a little bit underrated, and i mean a little bit because the album is more tolerable than the two first albums, but still in a messy and unpolished fashion.

please note that i'm rating lil boat 3.5, which is the deluxe version of the original album lil boat 3. 8 new songs were added in the deluxe bundle of lil boat 3.5, they are alright, but it doesn't improve the overall quality of the album that much.

the new production style improves the album by a decent amount, and fortunately for me, it just really fits my taste alright. the production was the thing that hooked me up, but it also was the thing i feel gray about, because its kind of repetitive. the production is very energetic and fun to listen, its so crazy it made me dumbfounded, but is a hot mess sometimes.at least they can make the retro-ass synth better? but hey they hooked me up so thats a point.

this is yachty philosophy in lil boat 3.5: guest-list in front and im in the back. every got a great spotlight in the verse, except for oliver tree because how would you even let him in your album, yachty?

overall, the new album is interesting and tasty to bite the least, but that's only in my opinion. in a retrospective view, the album is yet quite messy and tasteless, and goofy, like on crack. its not boring thoguh even so its an career-defining album from the artist and will lie in his legacy, and yes it will be an interesting one.

this album may not be in your favorites, but it will be in my 'wtf is this bullshit i love this' list.

underrated gem(s): lil diamond boy - its a criminal fact that this song is so unpopular, LIKE ITS SO GOOD, t.d - every guest ate and left no crumbs, if there is crumbs it is prob lying on lil yachty deadass, westside - no comment its just not bad and not not good.

tracks that i rec listening: flex up - hello lgbtq community especially the lesbian couples from the ghetto who is a rage rap fan, coffin - i really like this repeating and hard hitting beat into the verse, charmin, just how i'm feelin', in my stussy's, top down - roblox sim game ahh beat idk, split/whole time - i went so insane when the smooth transition happened SKJDKJF, pardon me - this song will always be catchy asf, demon time, can't go, oprah's bank account - love this and drake maybe uhhhhhhhh, range rover sports truck, lemon head - throughout the song is a repetitive sample that plays like you're using that one electronic somewhat midi piano on garage band that plays the sample in tune when played.

worst track: certified - the synths are horrible, there are tracks as rubbish as this but it is explainable to be on top of this monstrosity

overall score 6.3/10 - this is all opinion so pls no hate

listen to the album here:

#rmpdhm #rating music please don't hate me #music #music review #music related #lil yachty #lil boat 3 #lil boat 3.5 #hip hop #bubblegum trap #Spotify

[invisibleraven]

Grocery shopping for the rarepair of your choice!

No matter how much Reggie scowls, it doesn't make the fridge any less empty than before, so he closes it with a sigh. Maybe some toast? But the bread is down to the heels, and he's hungry but not that desperate yet. Even the fruit bowl is void save a sad orange and a fairly brown banana.

"There's nothing to eat!" he whines to himself, turning when he hears chuckling from the doorway.

"Guess it's time to go grocery shopping then," Ray says with a smile. Rose is curled around him, and leans up to peck his cheek.

"I'll make up a list." She turns to Reggie then. "Anything you want tesoro?"

"I'm fine with anything," Reggie deflects. He still feels like a guest here some days, no wanting to take advantage of Ray and Rose's kindness in letting him stay. Sure, he's less broken then when they first brought him home, but this place still feels like theirs, and he doesn't want to push to the point that they tell him to go.

He's not sure where his place is anymore, really.

Ray and Rose exchange glances, talking without words in that way they've perfected due to their years together. "How about you come with us?" Ray proposes.

"That way you can show us what brands you like. Pick out some of your own snacks," Rose says. "Maybe then all my crackers won't disappear in a day." Her smile is teasing, but Reggie still feels a tiny burn of shame until she laughs and ruffles his hair. "I just need to buy more it seems."

"I-I've never been grocery shopping before," Reggie admits.

"Not even as a kid?" Ray asks.

"My mom wasn't the kind to bring me, she left me with the neighbours, or by myself when I was old enough," Reggie replies with a shrug.

"Well then you're definitely coming with us," Rose surmises. She finishes off the list and grabs her purse, tugging her boys towards the car. Reggie sits in the back, as always, but grins when Rose sings loudly along with the radio. He doesn't join in-it still hurts some days, music. But he's happy enough to let Rose's voice fill the car. Ray even joins in sometimes, as off key as he is, usually making up words to songs just to make them laugh.

The grocery store looks huge to Reggie as they enter it, and he clutches Rose's hand so as to not get lost. The air is filled with a thousand smells, and there's hundreds of kinds of foods as far as th eye can see. His stomach grumbles, and he wonders how good of an idea it was to come here hungry.

He is about to fill the cart with everything, but he stalls. He has no idea how much is left in his bank account right now-most of what he earned from old gigs went to buying new shirts for The Orpheum, or strings for his now long neglected bass. So far Ray and Rose haven't asked him to chip in for food or rent, or anything, and he worries his bottom lip. He doesn't know if he's ready for a job, to leave the security of their home yet.

"Alright, fruit first!" Ray declares, filling a bag with apples. He turns to Reggie. "I'm gonna get some pears, do you like pears?"

Reggie's mind is whirling. Does he like pears? Shit, has he ever eaten a pear? He can feel his chest heaving, and Rose's hand rubbing at his back, whispering soft niceties in Spanish. It takes a moment to calm, and he looks at them both with watery eyes, an apology on his lips.

"Shh, it's okay hun," Rose assures him. "Too much?"

"Bad brain moment," Reggie says quietly with a shake of his head. "I... don't think I like pears, no."

"How about peaches?" Ray asks, not calling attention to Reggie's now passed panic.

"I like those," he says with a weak smile, wiping at his eyes. "MeeMaw used to grow them back in Georgia, and it was always fun making them into pie with her."

"I'd love to try that, if you remember the recipe," Rose says.

Reggie grins, tapping his temple. "It's all right here."

"Well then I'll get lots of peaches then," Ray says, loading the bag. "How about you and Rose get the veggies and we'll go to the cereal aisle next?"

"Can we get Lucky Charms?" Reggie asks timidly.

Rose laughs and kisses his forehead. "We can get as many boxes as you want tesoro."

Reggie grins as walks hand in hand with her towards the carrots, feeling a whole lot better about the grocery store.

Especially when Rose buys him a cart load of sugary cereal and extra boxes of her favourite crackers for them to share.

Later, his stomach and the fridge full, Reggie looks around him, at his things in this place, and the two people who share their home, and their love with him-and he finally knows where he belongs. Right here, with them.

He's home.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose/reggie #julie and the phantoms

[aelaer]

🔫

Another whump icon prompt filled! And this is the last of my pre-written fics before my first poll, so now I *have* to work on figuring out how to write Loki...

Also a fill for @badthingshappenbingo! The bad thing happening to the protagonist is pretty light, *but* it's still a not-terribly-fun thing, so I figure it works out.

I was trying to write something else for this for ages (read: almost 3 years), but it never came out the way I wanted it to, and I still had this ancient prompt to fill so I figured I'd try not to make a huge story out of it and just do some writing exercises to get back into it. And the normal stuff wasn't working so I flipped the angst on its head to something a bit more BAMFy. Still a bad thing happening though. 

The MacGuffin here is pretty simple but hey, it works.

Lightning Before The Thunder Rating: Gen No pairings

On occasion, Doctor Strange still had to do mundane, normal-people things. He still needed to buy food and even magic wasn't quite as effective as the dry cleaners two blocks away for his suit, whenever he needed to wear it for whatever occasion presented itself.

Today it was the bank. The New York Sanctum still sat in the city it was named after, which meant that every year property taxes were due. And sometime between the Blip and now, the automatic payment to the city on the Sanctum's bank account stopped going through despite nothing changing, which meant Stephen had to go talk to someone to get it fixed. He figured it'd be easier to do it in person than try to navigate the menus in the bank's phone system and never ending hold times that characterized every customer service center after the Blip.

Despite his rather unfortunate infamy that came with his involvement with the Infinity Stones and the last battle against Thanos, he wasn't recognized nearly as often as, say, Tony Stark or Steve Rogers once were. In casual wear people rarely recognized him, and it was only once he gave his name that recognition lit up in stranger's eyes. He was thankful for the relative anonymity.

Stephen wasn't sure if said anonymity was a blessing or a curse when four armed robbers stormed the bank five minutes into his appointment. On one hand, they may have shot him for it if they thought he was a threat.

On the other hand, maybe that would have meant that the security guard wouldn't have been shot.

Each second of calculation felt like a minute. He could go immediately on the offensive and attack them, but their guns were pointed at clerks and patrons as they shouted for everyone to get down. They had already shot someone and the man was bleeding heavily.

He had a life to save first. He needed to play doctor—and hostage—before he could do anything else.

Stephen crawled to the security guard even as the robbers shouted orders across the building. He shed his outer shirt and pressed it against the security guard's bleeding shoulder. When he cried out in pain, one of the gunmen turned to him. 

"The fuck you doing? Get on the ground!" He turned the barrel at him. 

"I'm a doctor," Stephen said, voice even. He'd certainly faced worse, though he was really regretting not bringing the Cloak with him. "Let me help him."

The man hesitated, but another spoke up as he addressed the majority of the people by the counters. "Stay on the fucking ground and y'all live, right? Just stay there. No phones!"

That seemed to be enough for the gunman focused on Stephen. "Stay there," he ordered.

Stephen complied. Underneath his blood-soaked dress shirt he silently applied subtle healing magic to constrict blood flow from the wound, the glow barely going through the cloth. The security guard frowned at what would have been an unusual, warm feeling.

"What…"

"I'm a doctor," Stephen repeated. The blood flow was slowing down. He glanced over his shoulder to gauge the situation. Once he heard sirens outside and the gunmen were separated, he could act.

The security guard winced. "Is it—supposed to feel like that?" He glanced at his shoulder with a grimace that twisted into a confused frown as he caught some of the glow from underneath Stephen's shirt. "What the—"

"My name," he cut him off, words soft yet sharp, "is Doctor Stephen Strange. Do you understand?"

The man's eyes lit up in recognition. His gaze went beyond him to the action in the background. "Can you—can you help—"

"Everything will be fine," Stephen reassured him. "Just concentrate on breathing."

"Hey! No talking!" It seemed one of the robbers noticed their whispers. Stephen glanced up to see a gun being waved in his general direction, which was more annoying than frightening if he was to be entirely honest. Then again, his line of work had rather desensitized him, perhaps to a rather alarming degree. He wouldn't be able to get a shield out fast enough to stop a bullet.

Hmm. Were there spells out there that could? Probably. It was physical damage, so those that held against that may hold up.

His silence seemed to appease the gunman enough to get him to back off—or maybe it was the sirens finally at the building. Good. It would take a couple minutes for them to set up a perimeter, then he would act.

Stephen's chance came soon enough. The gunmen were split now with only two in the main foyer, and one of the two was wandering to the far end of the room to peek down the halls. Great.

He moved the security guard's hand to his wounded shoulder. "Press as hard as you can," he muttered. When the man did so, Stephen slipped his sling ring out of his pocket.

The first gunman was out in a blink. With one gesture Stephen tore the gun from the man's hands, scattering it to the other side of the bank. In the next the man fell through a portal that deposited him on the stairs of the building outside with barely a second to shout.

Still, his buddy heard the brief commotion, which worked perfectly for Stephen. He came from around the corner at a quick walk. "Jerry?"

That gunman suffered the same fate as Jerry. 

The bank employees and clients were staring at him now, naturally. With the other two robbers in the back room, Stephen felt it was safe enough for him to stand without anyone else getting hurt.

"Stay there," he told the other hostages. "I'll be right back." He strolled his way into the back where the other two robbers were.

They weren't even facing him when he approached. Disarming them and placing a portal under them almost felt like cheating. So it wasn't even two minutes later that Stephen was back in the front of the building. "All four of them have been deposited outside," he said to the person that looked like she was a manager. "Call the authorities and let them know it's only civilians within the building now, and that we need an ambulance." 

At her startled nod, he went back to the wounded security guard to see how he was holding up. "Medics will be here soon," he told him. "You'll be just fine."

"Thank—thank you."

"Don't mention it."

As he heard the front doors open a few minutes later, Stephen realized that he probably couldn't just slip away as he would have preferred to after giving the paramedics a summary. The civilians would definitely point his way, which meant he'd have to talk to the police.

Ugh. There went the rest of his day.

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