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toxicanonymity · 10 months
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consider this: down on her luck reader who needs cash and tries to sell something at joel’s pawn shop but he lowballs her and she insists she needs more money and he says “there’s something else you could give me” 👀
Pawn Shop
2.3k / dark GILF!Joel x fem!reader / masterlist
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mood board by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog
WARNINGS: I8+ Big girthy age gap (68/20s+) Perverted old creep Joel, dubcon nudity. Joel jacks off. Sex dream (oral m & P in V sex) and coming in public. Non-outbreak AU. TW Clowns, Drug/addiction references, transactional. Accidental horror then I kinda rolled with it, possible nightmare fuel?
He sighs, puts down the magnifying glass, and swivels his stool around to face you. "Best I can do is twenty, darlin'." His tired eyes are apologetic, wrinkling under the shade of his brow as he looks up at you.  "And that’s pushin’ it.  Rock's not real, no market for this." 
Your face goes cold. You don't know what else to do. The ring is all you have.  You need $75 for your bus ticket, then you're out of here, going to get a fresh start somewhere new.  You hold your hand out and the chain of the necklace pools into your palm as he lowers it into your hand.  You swallow thickly. It comes out in a broken whisper: "Thanks anyway."  
You walk to the door, dejected, being careful that your backpack doesn't hit any of the junk piled up everywhere on your way out.  You’ve never seen so many ceramic clowns. There’s a market for all those, but not a necklace?  You barely have the energy to push the metal bar of the door.  It’s so bright outside your eyes ache as soon as you touch it.  When the bell on the door jingles, the man says,  "Hold on, sweetheart. C'mere." 
You look back to the register and he's sitting with his arms crossed, thumbing a suspender. You walk halfway back to the counter. "Told ya I don't have anything else," you say, tears welling up in your eyes.  
He squints and looks you up and down, then scratches one side of his silver beard.  "How 'bout that pretty dress?"
You sigh. "I can't, I don't have anything else."  Your eyes fall to his biceps bulging out of his short sleeves.  There’s a faded tattoo you can’t see.  He has the face of a grandfather but the body of a muscular DILF with sun damage.
"Gimme a minute, darlin'."  He puts his hands on his thighs and stands up with a groan.  He quickly adjusts himself then reaches under the cash register, unzips something, and his hand emerges with some bills.  He turns away to thumb through them, pockets them, then hobbles around you to the door, his denim brushing the skirt of your dress.  He turns the sign to "closed" and turns the lock.
"Lunch time," he says with a raise of his eyebrows.  A pit forms in your stomach, but you suppress it. "Come on back, I'll show ya what I got." 
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You hesitantly follow him to the back of the store. He walks slowly, like he's in pain. His jeans are tight on his ass, and one side of his shirt collar is creased. If you only saw him from the back, you'd peg him for fifty or so, but his face and mannerisms are older.  In the back of the store, there's more junk.  One corner has an old sofa and an armchair.  He sighs and his knees pop as he sits down in the armchair.  He looks at you and nods at the sofa, as if you should know what to do. 
"Fifty for the dress."
Your eyes burn with tears of frustration.  "I don't have anything else to wear." 
"Oh, you'll get it back, darlin'. Don't worry," he says soothingly. 
The blood drains from your face as you realize what this is.  He stands up slowly again with his hands on his thighs and shuffles over to a desk to get a bottle of lotion. A ceramic sad clown in a bowler hat sits atop the desk. On his way back to the chair, he looks you up and down and his voice goes up an octave like he's talking to a pet. "Hey, it's okay, sweetie. I'm not gonna touch ya."  He takes down his suspenders and sits back down with a sigh.  He leans back in the chair with one hand on his beard as he watches you think it over.   He spreads his legs and rests his heels on the ground.  Your eyes follow the grooves in the tan soles of his boots as you think. 
Finally, you ask, “Is there anything you need help with? Any work you could give me?” 
He smiles and chuckles to himself, looking down. His smile fades when he looks up again with a darker tone.  “Fifty for the dress, sweetheart.  And ya get it back.”
You take a deep breath. 
He lifts his hips and shoves a hand into his pocket. He peeks at the cash and takes out a fifty-dollar bill to show you.  "If ya don't want it, I'll let ya go." 
You put down your backpack. "All I have to do is take it off?" 
"And lemme look at ya for a lil bit," he adds.  He folds the bill vertically and holds it between his middle and forefinger on the arm of the chair and palms himself with his other hand. It makes your stomach turn.  But it's fast money, and you're so tired, you just need to get on the bus and sleep.
"Okay," you agree quietly and feel a little piece of yourself float away. 
"Good girl," he says.  
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You rip the bandaid off, pulling the dress over your head right away. You hold it in front of your body timidly. At least you still have your shoes and underwear on. 
"I'll hold onto that," he says as he lifts his hips to unbutton his tight jeans.  You stand frozen as he unzips then reaches into his pants.  He takes a deep breath as he takes his cock out.  You’ve never seen an old one, and you’re curious, but you don’t look.  He extends his free hand for your dress.
You stand as far away as possible and lean forward, extending your arm and practically tossing the dress to him. You avoid looking, but it’s hard not to see it in the corner of your vision.  You quickly go back to the couch and sit down.  
He drapes the dress over the arm of the chair and pumps some lotion into his hand. Then he wraps his hand around his cock and his fist begins to go up and down, moving a distance that tells you he's well endowed. 
You cover yourself with your arms, cower, and look away. 
"Don't be shy, darlin'. Only make it take longer."  
You put your hands down by your sides.  He strokes himself slowly and watches you. "Sure are pretty," he mutters. "sorry you're down on your luck."   You look away. "Nuh-uh " he says.  "You look right here."  Your eyes begin to water.  You look past him, to the sad clown on the desk. You're never, ever coming back to this town again. 
When he closes his eyes for a moment, you steal a glance and curse the pang between your legs when your eyes fixate on the thick pillar in his weathered, veiny hand.  He sees you see him.  He looks down at his cock then at you and a wicked look spreads across his eyes.  "Yeah, that's right," he murmurs. "Like what you see?"  He nods slowly as he pumps himself.  He adds more lotion. 
The slurping sound makes you sick. Sick enough to snap. You're never coming back, why are you doing this? You feel yourself floating back together.  
You offer a small nod of admission, stare at his cock, and wet your lips.  Because you know that's what he wants.  
“You can have it if ya want,” he says.  You act tempted but shy.  "That’s okay, sweetie.  Just take off the rest and this'll go faster." You don’t take anything else off. “Another fifty for the rest.”  He pauses his hand, holding his hard cock at attention as he gets out another bill from his pocket.  Arousal stirs between your legs, looking at his stiff member jutting into the air, ready to be mounted.  But no, not with this sleaze. 
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You “pretend” to be turned on.  "How much faster?"  You ask. He accelerates his stroke  considerably to demonstrate, then slows it way down. He wets his lips with the darkest look on his face, and now that you're looking at his cock unabashed, butterflies swarm in your lower belly. 
"Ok," you say, and stand up.   You walk toward him slowly, taking down the straps of your bra, eyeing the bills in his hand.  "How much is in your pocket?" His eyes rove you hungrily. You stand in front of him and ask, “How much if I just do it myself?" You put your hands on his jeans and squat down.  He's pumping himself at a snail's pace now. 
"Hold it for me," he says as he digs in his pocket. “Lemme see.” 
"Not for free," you tell him. 
He chuckles and hands you the two fifties. You yank your dress out from under his elbow and make a break for the front of the store.
"Hold on now, darlin'," he protests over his shoulder.  You're putting your dress on as you scurry away, leaving your bag. The chair groans as he slowly stands up.  You bump into a clown and it crashes off its table to the ground, shattering. You reach over the counter and under the cash register.  His silhouette hobbles down the hall, suspenders swinging at his hips, as you grab the pouch of cash. 
"You don't wanna do that," he says flatly, footsteps getting closer.  You glance back and he's got his pants still undone, grabbing a shotgun off the wall. You tip over a display shelf behind you on your way to the door.  You fumble at the lock, then push it open and it jingles as you spill onto the sidewalk, blinded by the sun and  stumbling with nerves, part of your dress hung up on your panties. 
You fall on your knees and as you're getting up, he emerges from the store with his gun raised.  Thankfully, there are other people on the sidewalk who stop and stare at him with his pants and suspenders hanging down exposing his silver pubic hair, biceps bulging as he points a shotgun at you. He notices the stares and lowers the gun as you run away crying, pulling down your dress.  
The worst part is your primal brain finds this image of him to be one of the hottest things you've ever seen.  You stuff the pouch in the band of your bra under your arm and it gathers your sweat as you walk to the bus station. 
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At the station, you open the pouch. It's quite a stack of bills and also a few loose pills. Oxy which is the last thing you need, but god, after that experience.  You count the money, close to $1,600, and you feel a rush.  It’s more than enough to replace everything you lost. You walk to the pharmacy across the street to buy some water, a snack, and some wet wipes to wipe down with because you feel filthy. 
Once you're on the Greyhound bus, you settle into the big, gray velvety seat with an eighties-looking rainbow design on it.  You still feel disgusting, especially because you can't shake the image of him in your head or the feeling between your legs.   A DILF sits next to you but you're too ashamed to let yourself look at him.  You discreetly take one of the pills from the pouch and doze off.
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You're back in the pawn store, sitting on the sofa completely nude. He's shirtless with gray and white chest hair and a little tummy, but he's not too wrinkled. He’s wearing red suspenders. There’s a faint trace of faded makeup or tattoos stemming down from his eyes - narrow triangles, pointed downward. Somehow he makes it look sexy. 
"Spread your legs for me, baby," he says gruffly as he moves his hand up and down his cock. You spread your legs wide and touch yourself. 
"Fuck me," he exhales. "Gotta have ya, darlin'," he sighs in resignation.  He stands up with no difficulty, crosses the room cockily with his big dick in in his hand, and puts his hand on the wall behind the sofa. He looks down at you darkly, looming over you, stiff cock less than two feet from your face as he strokes it.  You scoot forward and suck his tip between your lips. He puts his other hand on the wall and thrusts his huge cock slowly into your mouth, bracing himself with both hands.  
You suck him hard, salivating around his delicious cock as his hips push him into your mouth. He grunts and moans and says "yeah, just like that," fucking himself with your mouth.  His soft, deep voice stirs a feral desire within you.  "Just like that, baby.”  You take him out of your mouth and he watches from above, stroking himself as you stretch out on the sofa. "You want this cock, sweetie?" You nod. He brings a hand down to the back of the sofa then cages you to the cushions with his body. "You want it in your pussy?" 
He reaches between your legs and lightly taps your cunt a few times, wetting his lips, then rubs your slick around it. You grab his dick and gently tug him closer. You wrap your legs around him and he slams his big cock into you, stuffing you completely full of him. "Yeah," he sighs. He retreats slowly then slams into you hard.  "Take it, sweetie."  You moan and he grunts. 
He repeats the action again and again, and it feels better and better.  His belly grinds into your clit and you watch his biceps flex. He pounds you and grinds into you and finally you burst.   
You wake up moaning on the Greyhound bus and the DILF next to you looks away, blushing. 
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gabessquishytum · 5 months
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Hob mistaken for a prostitute by Dream.
Hob is just sitting in this hotel bar getting a drink when this blazingly hot man walks up to him and starts talking.
Hob's leaving tomorrow and had been in dumb meetings all day selling his tech company for more money than he thought existed for an idea he came up with his late wife; He and Robyn will be set for life (2 or 3 lives). Hob just wanted a drink to decompress (and quietly freak out). Somehow, this hot guy, who didn't share his name, talked Hob up to his room and blew his back out/they blew each others' backs out (Hob honestly stopped tracking when they front'ed against the room door to a fast 1st one each).
When Hob wakes up the next morning to a pile of cash and a note on hotel stationary saying 'thanks and hope this covers it + tip', he's gobsmacked. 1. It was a lot of money - at least he's a good whore; and 2. Hob didn't think they connected for a long term thing or anything, but he certainly didn't think his stranger thought he was on the job!
Well, life is weird and full, and this will be a great story for his friends at the pub -- Joanna is going to give him so much sh*t. Hob certainly doesn't expect to see his stranger again, now.
This is my new favourite thing. I’m actually so tempted to throw this in my wip pile because omg. I LOVE sex worker Hob, but not-actually-a-sex-worker Hob is so fucking funny and weirdly hot.
Anyway, it keeps Hob from moping as he starts his new life with Robyn. Whenever he’s sad he has a little chuckle about that night. He’ll mutter “chin up, you’re a good whore remember?” whenever he’s having a crisis. He’s moved to this smallish village with a school for Robyn and a nice little pub where Hob has taken on a few shifts that he doesn’t need but hey, they were short staffed. He’s made a small circle of friends and Robyn’s grandparents are just down the road. It’s a very comfortable life.
And then one night he’s hanging out with his friends at the pub, and someone new comes in. Hob doesn’t get a glimpse until Joanna waves the stranger over and introduces him as an old uni mate.
It’s the guy. The hot guy who paid him £4000 cash for sex. Holy shit.
Their eyes meet and Hob feels his face turn bright red. The stranger introduces himself as Morpheus and sits down awkwardly next to Hob, while the rest of the group dissolves back into chatter. Which would be fine, except — Morpheus starts whisper-asking polite questions about Hob’s job. Do his friends know? Should Morpheus be discreet about their encounter? Is Hob being safe? Hob nearly dies there at the table. How’s he supposed to tell the guy that he’s a millionaire, not a rent boy?!
The worst part is, Morpheus is so fucking hot. Hob wants him all over again. And because he’s a fucking idiot, he lets Morpheus take him back to the little B&B he’s staying at nearby. Once again Hob is fucked into sweet oblivion in several different rooms, and when he’s too sore to go any more he takes over and finally fucks Morpheus on the actual bed. Morpheus gives him permission to stay the night and Hob thinks that he really, REALLY needs to come clean but. They both fall asleep.
In the morning over coffee in the kitchen, Morpheus says “I am afraid I only have £500 in cash. Do you have a PayPal account?” Just as Joanna pops in through the back door (it’s her girlfriend’s b&b, she has a key).
“Oh my GOD, Hob.” She says. “This is why EVERYONE assumes that you’re a whore!”
…and from there onwards, chaos reigns.
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hadeantaiga · 11 months
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Incoming radfem nonsense:
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Fucking yikes girl.
People she fully believes are victims of rape and victims of the patriarchy are "not a priority" because they're male.
And y'all wonder why we call you bioessentialists.
Also, she's wrong.
I don't know what her definition of "an incredibly tiny amount" is, but if I had to make a guess, she probably thinks less than 1% of all sex workers are male. I'll give her a generous berth and say maybe she meant upwards of 2-5%.
So what IS the percentage?
Around 20% of sex workers are male.
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That's still a minority, but that's not "incredibly tiny". This woman is willing to dismiss 20% of the people she considers victims of rape because they're male, and thus "not a priority".
Disgusting, callous, and shameful.
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e-m-p-error · 7 days
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Valentino's Businesses
Val is a man with his fingers in many pies. He has a lot of fingers and he's unbothered by double dipping, so he will own as many businesses as he can, even if he cannot visit all of them in a month if he only did one a day. Vox does the finances for his many businesses because he doesn't care to do it and he knows Vox is better at it than he is.
THE STUDIO
Porn Studios is the crown jewel of Valentino's territory. The studio is where he spends a lot of his time and makes a good deal of his money. Royalties and such kick in a lot from the studio, and he gets extra money from the pornos bought from his own sex shop. Ozzie has a contract with Valentino that he will only do porn with Porn Studios, and most of the porn involving him also involves Valentino. Val is also exclusively in most of the POV stuff that he shoots.
THE CLUBS
Val owns a total of 15 clubs in Pentagram City with various levels of repute and two that he sometimes ventures to Imp City to do Ugly Step Child Maintenance on. Club Hell 666 is one of his most popular and he keeps it fairly well stocked with Angel Dust content.
Another club he spends a lot of time at is Spark Plugs, which is a very neon BDSM club that he named for Vox. If asked about it, he will not admit to it.
Signature Drinks By Club Part One
Signature Drinks By Club Part Two
CLUB LIST:
Spark Plugs - BDSM Club; Themed after Vox; Full bar, planned scenes for show, rooms/floor space available for scenes among patrons, pay-to-play toys/gear/lube available, bring-your-own-gear encouraged only for dress, Drug Vending Machines
NYMPH-O-MANIAC - BDSM Club; Older than Spark Plugs; Full bar, planned scenes for show, rooms/floor space available for scenes among patrons, pay-to-play toys/gear/lube available, bring-your-own-gear encouraged only for dress
Club Hell 666 - Strip Club; Full Bar, VIP Rooms, Drug Vending Machines, Sports Bar-Esque Kitchen
Brite Lite - Strip Club; Exclusively Insect Sinners Work Here; Full Bar, VIP Rooms, Drug Vending Machines, Bar Snacks Only
Number Of The 63457 - Strip Club; Exclusively Hellborn Work Here; Full Bar, VIP Rooms, Drug Vending Machines, Traditional Bar Food Only
Shymmer - Strip Club; Attached to Shyne via a corridor; Full Bar, VIP Rooms, Higher-End Kitchen
Shyne - Nightclub; Attached to Shymmer via a corridor; Full bar, Dancefloor, Bathrooms + Glory Hole Stalls, Drug Vending Machines, Sports Bar-Esque Kitchen
Redlight - Sex Club; Full bar, Dancefloor, Bathrooms + Glory Hole Stalls, Drug Vending Machines, Free Use Sex Rooms, Pay-To-Play toys/gear/lube available in each room, Showers, Full Kitchen
Glory Hole - High-End Sex Club; Full bar, Dancefloor, Bathrooms + Glory Hole Stalls, Drug Vending Machines, Pay-To-Play sex rooms/toys/gear/lube available in each room, VIP Brothel Upstairs, Showers, Full Kitchen
Dick Heaven - Gay Bar; Only men work here; Full Bar, VIP Rooms, Drug Vending Machines, Free Use Sex Rooms, Attendants Paid Via Tips In Glory Hole Stalls, Traditional Bar Food Only
Pussy Paraíso - Lesbian Bar; Only women work here; Full Bar, VIP Rooms, Drug Vending Machines, Free Use Sex Rooms, Brunch and Bar Food Only
Vanity Project - Non-Themed Bar & Grill; More like a restaurant than a bar; 15 Big Screen TVs, Game/Casino Room, Full Bar, Full Kitchen
Heartbeats - Karaoke Bar; Full Bar, VIP Section (Including Strippers), Full Kitchen
Bloodsport - Sports Bar; Full bar, 30 Big-Screen TVs + All Sports Packages Available, Full Kitchen
Smoke & Mirrors - Hookah Bar; Full Bar, Comfortable Booths, Semi-Expensive Bowls, Snack Kitchen
R3D - Imp City Nightclub; Full bar, Dancefloor, Bathrooms, Drug Vending Machines, Meager Kitchen
Horns - Imp City Strip Club; Full bar, Dancefloor, Bathrooms + Glory Hole Stalls, Drug Vending Machines, Meager Kitchen
THE PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANY
Hard To Swallow Pharmaceutical is a drug peddling company that carries both actual necessary medications and any and all drugs to get high on. It produces and sells everything in-house and delivers to different drug stores throughout Pride. Valentino uses his own medicines from time to time that he takes from the company's stores.
THE TOY FACTORY
Having his own toy manufacturing factory was important to Valentino, and so VAL-U was created. All of his toys/lube/merchandise are labeled with the VAL-U brand, even if they aren't particularly affordable. They are of value because Val made them. Eventually, Mammon sources his sexbots of Glitz and Glam from Valentino, since Ozzie refuses to help him with it anymore.
THE TOY STORE
Valentino's sex shop, Beacon, is fairly popular in his territory. It sells Valentino's products and is one of the few places in Pride that sell Ozzie's merchandise, as well. It's a large two-story building with different sections for different supplies, including a room with floor-to-ceiling shelves for pornos. There isn't a single thing that Beacon does not sell in reference to sex, including illicit drugs.
THE 24/7 VALGAS WEDDING VENU
FastWed is a speed marriage venue that is open 24/7 in the northernmost corner of Valentino's territory. Inside its walls is a small counter where Love Potions can be bought for a steeper price than usual. It also carries last-minute wedding bands and a small bridal/tux rental shop. The amount of annulments that came from FastWed eventually prompted a wing of the same building that performs divorces, FastBreak.
THE LOVE HOTEL
Choza Del Amor, translated as The Love Shack, is a Red Light District Little Darling. Erected in 1984 after Valentino saw an opportunity for an escort service and, frankly, a place for anonymous sex present itself to him. It works as both a brothel and a place where people can rent rooms and bring their own partners.
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digitaldoeslmk · 6 months
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Okay, I must ask about my favorite pig demons/yaoguai. Is Pigsy a reincarnation of Zhu Baije, a possible family member or just Zhu Baije under a new name?
I heard he had become a small god, not from the journey but still a minor deity but I am still very much learning when it comes to.
Basically what is going on with our chef and the once fellow brother pilgrim within your au? Especially cause I love it a lot even if just started posting it.
Pigsy is his own man, him and Sandy are more like thematic successors to Bajie and Wujing than anything else! i do like to think he has some ancestry with the Cao family tho uwu
he's very much MK's adoptive father along with Tang, they're an item in my au cus freenoodles is cute as hell. most of his arc is about how to cope with MK being in so much peril all the time, without turning into a helicopter parent xvx
he's also part of a thematic triangle about parenthood in my au. he's with Tang on the very caring and emotional but volatile corner, Wukong and the ascended pilgrims on the caring but very free range style parenting, and the Bull family with the deeply attached but stern and tough love corner. there are others of course, like the Long family and the dragons, and Guanyin herself, but they are the main ones i'm focusing on cus i wanna delve into how Red Son and MK handle being caught in the middle of those three.
and that is quite true, Zhu Bajie is a god of prostitutes in Taiwan in our own world!! you can read some about it over at @journeytothewestresearch's article, he's a great guy and a great source of info surrounding JTTW and his blog is def worth checking out if you haven't already!
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chrollohearttags · 9 months
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texting me after a year of not speaking to tell me you saw my OF and b*at off to it is crazy.
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an7el · 1 month
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i'd like to make a very important and relevant public announcement that 'noel's lament ' is quite literally about angel dust and sung by him aswell. that is his song that is HIS SONGGG. vaguely elaborating under the cut
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okay quite obviously this is about val. a wishful sigh of a verse, if you will. he is the previous pimp that messes with him, mistreats him, abuses his power over angel, and angel dreams of eliminating his troubles by eliminating val.
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rather self-explanatory, this one — his life is indeed a never ending carnival. flashing lights, long nights, make up crews, long hours, cameras in his face, new people on him, under him, inside him, outside him, touching him grabbing him kissing him. i like to interpret the last line as him sort of embracing this lifestyle. he doesn't know how or what to be without it. he doesn't know who he is outside of those flashing lights and cameras and actions. he wants to be that fucked up girl because that's truly all he knows.
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again, self-explanatory. it is a given that his clients are gonna confess their love to him — he doesn't buy it, hears it every other night; not only from the clientele, but from valentino himself. it's a terribly unfair dynamic, where val keeps angel attached to himself by frequently showering him with sweet words, confessions of love, the most sugary of compliments. and so, the last line, take love when you can, when you're a whore — that's precisely what he does. he takes val's love, as faux and unfair and ill it might be, and accepts it as truth. he clings to it like he clings to life, because that's how he can justify to himself this miserable situation he is in: he's in it for love.
there's so much more here but if i kept writing i'd write forever
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shyjusticewarrior · 1 year
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Gotham Incorrect Quotes Pt 103
Oswald: I'm gonna kill whoever broke this vase.
Ed: It was me.
Oswald: Everyone deserves a second chance.
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Ed: Look, they got girl skateboards.
Barbara: Oh my God.
Ed: You can skate now.
Barbara: They got gay skateboards.
Ed: Oh my God.
Barbara: You can skate now!
Ed: We're fucking set!
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Lee: You look like...
Ed: What? I look like a what?
Barbara: You look like a hooker.
Ed: You think?
Lee: That's not a compliment, Ed.
Ed: From Barbara? Totally is.
Barbara: Hookers are hot.
Ed: See?
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chapeldean · 8 months
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neither a good or a bad headcanon ig so i didn't wanna add it to your post but i'm always very intrigued by the headcanon that dean used to turn tricks (which jensen himself implied a few times i think).
oh yeah this is such a good one in the sense that it recontextualises a lot of the show for me. iirc yeah it’s just something jensen dropped and never elaborated on which is….insane. like talk about adding a new dimension to dean, his sexuality, his youth, their poverty, and a fair amount of the issues he has as an adult. but i get u about not wanting to call the hc itself good or bad, and i’m with u there - it’s certainly interesting to explore though. it’s not a fundamental part of my toolkit for understanding dean but i can jive with readings where it is. and idk if it’s something jensen has put a lot of thought into but i would love for him to elaborate like what do you mean by this. 🥲
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Crowley: "Let's just say I'll be hanged under certain sexual deviancy laws if I ever show my face in Jordan again." no one's doing it like Crowley
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gabessquishytum · 4 months
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Roomates AU
Hob is a fetish content creator & Dream is his new (very sheltered) roommate, they hit it off when Dream answered the ad for a roommate -- Dream was looking for a city apartment where he could do his art (without family judgment) and Hob was looking for someone to replace Cori who bugged out.
Hob's camboy job didn’t really come up when he was talking to Dream about the room; just the fact that right now, as Hob is going for his masters, and Hob was working from home as time allows. Also, that sometimes Hob gets packages, and Dream can just put them on the table for Hob to grab when he gets home.
Dream really likes Hob (yes, alright he has a pretty strong crush.) But Hob is so worldly and comfortable with himself (and his sexuality). Dream is still figuring out who he is without his smothering family. And after Dream finds out what Hob's job actually is (and after he watches all the videos twice soooooo. many. times.) He knows that Hob wouldn't find him interesting or some one to date.
Of Course, Dream. Couldn't. Be. More. Wrong! Hob thinks Dream is amazing and would love to be with him.
Awww absolutely yes!! Confident Hob having a crush on shy Dream melts my heart.
I quite like the idea of Hob being very chatty on his streams (not sure why but I'm imagining him as a very subby sub, lots of humiliation kink, degradation, dacryphilia...), and then one day he starts talking about his roommate!!! Dream is so dumb he assumes that Hob is just making it up for the content. But no, Hob is actually talking about Dream. About how he's so pretty and perfect and Hob wants nothing more than to bend over and be his whore. How his roommate is so sheltered and prim and surely he'd never want a dirty slut like Hob.
It's all absolutely true, and Hob actually has a lot of very tender feelings about Dream. He loves living with him, having dinners, playing games, coparenting their fish. He doesn't want to ruin it and he does genuinely think that Dream might reject him because of his career ://
Finally Dream has an OH SHIT moment and bursts into Hob’s room while he's in the middle of streaming. Hob is there speechless in his pink booty shorts while Dream stutters that he likes Hob’s sluttiness, actually, and would very much like to experience it in person. Hob has never ended a stream faster in his LIFE.
Next week he'll have so many dirty details to spill about his hot roommate. Dream might be questioning some stuff still, but that doesn't mean he's not skilled. Hob has a thoroughly spanked arse that he's very ready to show off for his viewers!!!
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sulky-valkyrie · 1 year
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December is always a chaotic mess, so I completely forgot to post my BEAUTIFUL LOVELY BIRTHDAY PRESENT COMMISSION purchased by @glowing-blue-feathermage and created by @sunnygalaxyfox which I only just realized I'd forgotten to gush about publicly when I was looking for the damn thing to link it to someone.
💖💖💖 a thousand heart fluttering thanks for the best prezzie I could ever hope for 💖💖💖
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re: that post about autism not actually being de stigmatized, just prettied up for tiktok. Sensation seeking is all fun and games until I'm having copius amounts of sex including hard core bdsm and doing hallucinogenic drugs. They'll tell you that autism is indoor kid shit, because being able to control your environment is important for us, but I'd bet that a statistically significant amount of people in jail for drug possession crimes are undiagnosed autistics. Like a larger percentage of those people than the general population. Same with prostitution. If you view sex as just another cool sensation to play around with and you're too much of a freak to hold down a job there's an obvious solution especially if you're a woman (who often go underdiagnosed preventing them from accessing things like disability benefits). Like sensation seeking for me can also present itself as less stigmatized but dangerous (eg moshing at a concert) or as completely innocuous shit like eating pop rocks but it's also stuff that I genuinely can't tell my family about and could get put in prison or institutionalized for.
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e-m-p-error · 2 months
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[ @helluvah0tel || Continued From Here || Angel Dust ]
[ Valentino ]
Who was Valentino to deny the other desperately seeking out his lips some more? Dragging his hands over the other's body, starting with his chest and working down to his hips as he leaned back in for another kiss. Gripping Angel's hips with his lower hands, his upper hands moved up over his neck, and finally against his cheeks and into his hair.
"Good boy, that's my boy." He purred, the thick rumble coloring his words, "If you do good, I'll take you home tonight." And feed him all the venom he wanted.
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nefastum · 1 year
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What do you think of a GriffGutsCa modern day porn AU? I think the premise would be hot though the 3 of em being Pornstars.
Oooh this gives me ideas~ I enjoy this premise, love.
Come with me on a little ride, if you will ♡
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I definitely feel like they would do self-published content rather than work for an agency.
Griffith has quite the online following. He has a page where he shares dramatic photos in elegant gothic fashion in various states of undress. Lots of lace and flowing shirts, corsets, and lingerie that shows off his best assets in a very regal and princely way. Prop crowns, swords, and even armor make their way into his photoshoots. Subscribers get access to uncensored versions and videos.
Being the supportive bf that he is, when Casca expresses interest in trying out taking some photos like Griffith, he was more than happy to help her set up her own page and boost her profile to his own followers (much to her embarrassment) She doesn't do the sets and costumes as much as Griff does, instead going for casual mirror shots or candid relaxed nudes sprawled on her bed. Her only condition is that her face stays anonymous, so she is usually wearing a medical mask or cleverly cropped out of the photos. Lots of sunset lighting and comfortable, teasing poses. Her page has a very comfy girlfriend vibe. She doesn't get into video work until a little later, but her bfs are more than happy to provide some more bodies for her scenes.
Guts was the last one to start his own page, and it took him awhile to get comfortable with the idea. After working with Griff and Casca in their vids a few times faceless, he finally relented to Griffith's encouragement and spun up an account. His photos and videos are much less scripted than his significant others'. Opting instead for candid post shower pics in the mirror or post workout dickpics. His followers are thirsty for it, though. Hell, he could photograph just his hands, and he'd have commenters asking him to spank/choke them. He's a little bewildered by the response, but it does feel nice to have people compliment him for taking pics of stuff he was already doing anyway. Nothing feels better than Griffith and Casca gushing in the comments under his posts, though. Their hype and appreciation is really all he needs. He doesn't start up a subscription account. Nothing he would post there that he didn't already post publicly, anyway.
Their followers were pretty collectively hyped the first time they confirmed they'd all be doing a collab on Griffith's subscription page. Full threesome scene, fully directed by Griffith with all the set dressings, costumes, and atmosphere he preferred. He played a king, desperate for the touch of real love, and his two loyal knights came to his evident rescue to fulfill their duty to him. Guts thought fucking in armor was a little bit of a pain, but he had to admit, seeing Griffith all dressed up like royalty but begging on his knees was doing it for him. Casca was grateful her helmet hid the faces she made as she took both of them at once. It was an intense scene, but they swore from that point on, more joint endeavors were in order. It made it easier to plan when they all lived together anyway.
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Thank you for the lovely inspo, love~ I enjoyed this train of thought immensely 🙏 Hopefully you and others enjoy my take on GriffGutsCa porn creators!AU ngl, I kinda wanna see their pics now~ 😈🙏
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an7el · 1 month
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   ✵  @hazbiiins liked for a starter. ( valentino. )
a grim fatigue is clinging to angel dust's frame, a languor clinging to his step, as pointed fingertips tug the edges of the fluff-hemmed, silken robe ( most recent of valentino's presents — a costly apology for the latest, fervent outburst ) closer together across his chest. a spectral quietude reigns the halls and corridors of voxtek this time of night; the ungodly hours spawning a ghastly serenity, a surreal tranquility, that does not befit the typical frenzy of its operation. the click, click, click of his heels against the polishes floor echoes against the walls like the throbbing of a heart.
the filming had begun around six in the evening; now, it is three in the morning, as angel dust languidly pushes open the vast door to valentino's office, body faint from long hours of work, mind incapable to handle .. whatever valentino is conspiring to toss at him. a hand smooths across white strands of hair as he walks in, another tightening its grip on the fluffed collar of the robe, another shutting the door behind himself: " m'tired, val. " a breathy susurration, an improper greeting to the overlord, " if y'er gonna punish me for somethin', can we .. do it tomorrow ? lotta guys tonight. they didn't tell me t'was gonna be this many. " .
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