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astarab1aze · 3 months

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➥ Hedonistic Vampire

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Ferid Bathory [ Seraph of the End ] 04. Voice Claim. TBD

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. Vayn Morteatum 02. Alias. V, Vini 03. Sex. Male 04. Gender. Male 05. Age. 70-something, 80? 06. Birth Date. October 3rd [ Libra ] 07. Blood Type. Sub-type VA+ 08. Race. Vampire, American by nationality ; French-English by ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Single [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Homosexual [ Homoromantic ] 11. Residence. Formerly the Underground of Salem’s Crossing, Miami, FL ; Currently nomadic.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

17. Physical Description. Vayn has medium-length silvery hair that is normally kept tied back in a ponytail, straight with his fringe parted down the left. It has a dull lilac hue to it in certain lights, as well as greenish and pinkish tones, and is well maintained. His eyes, clear and open, are pinkish red, or magenta, framed by long, almost feminine eyelashes. He stands at a short 5'4", sporting a narrow and slender frame, somewhat androgynous and angular - a bit bony. His skin is ghostly pale, belying the truth of his vampiric pedigree, and while it appears otherwise unblemished, the lashing scars littering his back are hidden by elegant (and old timey) European clothes, or business casual outfits on occasion. There are many, many more scars to join them, all caused by silver burns, long-term exposure to iron, magical burns, etc. Both lobes are pierced as well as his bellybutton. He has a small, ambiguously heart-shaped birthmark to the left of his sternum.

13. Equipment. He keeps a vampiric palmseal made of his own crystallized blood, a travelling mirror, a small tin of Bloody Delights, a bottomless bag, and a beat up harlequin novel. 14. Occupation. Formerly a tortured performer at The Strychnine Theater, effectively enslaved by gambling duelists and forced to compete or perform depending on the event ; Currently, he is enjoying what he now knows of freedom, aiding Loux & Sortia in their search for the starcutter. 15. Job Performance. N/A 16. Parents. Arteryus Morteatum & Belladonna Minx - each of noble vampire blood, being members of the Red Hand, a tense coallition of vampire separatists. 17. Siblings. Arteryus’ proginy, Galfreja (247F), and blood Synoxia (162F) - older sisters, both allive and well, with one maintaining a position in the DRS where the other built a career in magical husbandry.

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. Reading, explicit art, money, giving and recieving gifts, cooking, adventuring, shopping, spending time with Sortia when she’s around, Bloody Delights, witch fingers, shapeshifter blood, watching movies, tending to his plants, etc. 19. Dislikes. Violence of any kind, being manhandled, closed-mindedness, enclosed spaces, most sorcerers, poachers, thieves, discussion of his family, metal, silver, being pushed to do anything he doesn’t want to do, literally anything Loux does with his spare time, etc.

20. Positive Traits. Gentle. Kindhearted. Generous. Thoughtful. Loyal. Friendly. Open-minded. Playful. Resilient. Talented healer. Polite. Romantic. Dreamy. Principled. Hopeful. 21. Negative Traits. Naive. Self-destructive. Jumpy. Anxious. Pushy. Dramatic. Hedonistic. Submissive. Gullible. Poor in combat. Has a hard time saying ‘no’ and respecting both his and other peoples’ boundaries. Extremely averse to violence, won’t even defend himself. 22. Goals. To enjoy his freedom to the fullest, experience love and heartbreak, countless sunsets and wine cocktails - to live. 23. Desires. Absolution, vindication, and peace, freedom from the horrific abuse he suffered following his capture as a fledgling, and all the comforts of what it means to be alive. 24. Alignment. Neutral Good

25. Personality. Vayn can be described as quite a few things - pushy, overbearing, sickeningly sweet, and perhaps a bit too naive. Too trusting. Too kind for his own good, the sort to set himself on fire to keep others warm. Despite all he’d suffered, he held onto his hope and unwavering faith, carrying a certain pep in especially dire situations. He is soft of heart and gentle in how he treats people, giving and thoughtful, catalogging every new experience or bond and drinking them in. He’s hedonistic, selfishly diving head first into all that life has to offer - a kind soul he is, but rather blind to most boundaries. He oversteps, sometimes on purpose, looking for excuses to run away from difficult or uncomfortable situations and if he can’t find any, he makes them. That being said, he is tender and warm, shining a small but heartening light when all seems dark and hopeless. He’s small and ineffective in a fight, but he has such strength within him. If only things had been different.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Element, Talent, etc.

26. Element. Flora & Water - moderate manipulation & control. 27. Shapeshifting. Innate bat-shifter - natural-born vampires are capable of shapeshifting into one of three animals, commonly discovered within 3 years of turning / birth. 28. Utility. Herbalism & Husbandry - mastered herbalism, beginner husbandry. 29. Specialization. Herbalism - although he dabbles in alchemy, too. quite the potions master, as the two go hand in hand. 30. Graduate School. Belegerande’s School for the Arcane, house La Fey ; the first of 11 total sorcery-centered schools established in North america in the 1500s; Quite a prestigious institution despite its current reputation. 31. Classification. Missing, Presumed Dead - If found, return to Deadeye.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present. Warning for SA & enslavement.

Vayn was born in the lap of vampiric luxury, belonging to one of the oldest vampire houses as a blooded vampire, but this so-called luxury came at a steep price for he was born into the Red Hand, too. Loneliness and isolation, maltreatment and abuse behind closed doors, violent lessons to impart etiquette and good manners, murder plots and too early an introduction to sex, vile politics and desperate grabs for power - forced to fall in line and become a vampire worthy of sitting on the throne. Much of his youth was spent at the shit end of the stick until the soft-hearted child within him had been thoroughly beaten into a pulp just as miserable and cruel as everyone else.

Yet, there was a flicker of himself that persisted - an incessantly leaky faucet. He’d never understood the Red Hand’s ideals, what they really wanted or why the supremacy of their species mattered at all, why they were as willing to go so far to achieve such an arrogant and offensive goal. He never wanted any part of it. He never wanted to bring anyone else any harm, never wanted to live up to the vampire stereotypes as a murderer, a glorified leech, a monster. But he did what he felt was necessary to spare himself the punishment given to heretics and betrayers, slinking through the shadows and doing as Agrivayne instructed him. He always did what he could justify as necessary, losing more and more of what little remained of him.

In a twist of fate, one Cedric Montgomery, the true vampire befitting the crown, approached him in the night with a proposition. Cedric had always been flamboyant, ever the sort to make moves with unmatched regal ruthlessness, and so it was easy. Vayn, caught by surprise, was made privy to the secret movement against the current leaders of the Red Hand, a counter-revolution to the would-be revolutionaries. He joined Cedric, offering financial support to further their endeavors and keep them a secret. To be apart of something meaningful, to tear down pointless traditions and rid vampires of their hatred for others, had given him an avenue to make amends for all the horrible things he’d done - he could do nothing but jump at the chance to do good.

Unfortunately for him, however, someone found out - the youngest member of the Morningstar family, Lilith - and he was dealt with swiftly. Vampires belonging to the other Red Hand families enacted a plan to capture, torture, and kill him, but it was Lilith who stopped them, though her alternative wasn’t the saving grace he hoped it would be. They took him to the underground of Salem’s Crossing and brokered a deal with Deadeye - one slave of highest pedigree in trade for five humans, a blackwyrm, and enough noxium to kill a thousand people - which he quickly accepted, stripping Vayn of his titles, his name, his clothes, and his dignity. He was kept like livestock among others who shared the same fate, shackled and chained to the bottom of death-touched oubliettes and starved of blood until he was too weak to fight back, where Deadeye and his men would have their way with him in as many contexts as could be imagined… Viciously beaten, sexually assaulted, forced to feed on his emaciated, dying fellows to satisfy Deadeye’s sadistic curiosities. They threw him into Strychnine, kept him anchored down by silver weights so he couldn’t shapeshift and fly away, and laughed and laughed and laughed as he lost every fight, gambling assholes of all sorts winning on the best losing horse. Deadeye, of course, had subjected him to much more and far worse than this.

But the quiet, desperately kind person within him managed to survive where the cruelty could no longer. Delusion through his trauma? Perhaps, but it kept him aware, kept him awake, kept him alive, kept him moving forward. And he clung to that tiny glimmer of hope, praying that he’d finally be set free one day, doing what he could to alleviate the suffering of the others who shared his fate. One by one, many of them died, but even still…he held fast, weeping long into the morning hours for eleven years.

Another chance meeting would come to pass, however. Dragged from the oubliette, he was set to perform for a flock of hundreds, but a nosy shapeshifter and a terrifying witch had weaseled their way behind the curtain. Deadeye’s only real competition had been the boy - Vayn recognized his face from old wanted posters - but he’d shown up with a sanguinaurum, and Deadeye had no counter to a legendary witch. Sortia and Loux, as he’d come to know them, had been the answer to his prayers, freeing him from the atrophy and agony of a life of servitude. Despite his relative dissociation, he was grateful beyond words, falling to his knees and bursting into a flurry of relieved wails.

They took him in, dressed him, and offered him what he’d wanted most - freedom. Freedom from responsibility, freedom from sin, freedom from pain, from hatred, from guilt, from the burdens of backward thinking and needless cruelty. They asked for nothing in return, not even help in finding the magical item they sought. So he stayed with them, his new family, aiding them anyway.

#➥ Vayn.

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year

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Here's a slightly creepy, very caring, and insatiably horny Surgeon Rick with dubious morals and heartbreaks. Have a nice day, my love @littleredandbigbad

The lovely, dazed Mortys coming to his care were the expected perks of his profession, something he took into consideration when he accepted the job in the Citadel of Ricks. The best thing about being one of the few Doctor Ricks out there who chose to patch people up instead of committing genocides was that they were coveted, sought after and trusted.

Without them, the little Mortys and their owners wouldn't be able to function properly, leaving them defenseless and vulnerable to other beings who collected the feral Mortys.

And that was unacceptable. Mortys only belonged to Ricks. That was the law, the rule of the multiverse.

Surgeon Rick didn't have his own Morty, not really. Even if he had his little Nurse Morty, the cutest, most eager little shit ever, he was not his. He chose to become a surgeon, and the medical school didn't leave him time to meet with his Diane, leaving him Bethless, and most importantly, Mortyless.

Maybe that's why he wanted to have all of those adorable little Mortys under his care. To taste them, to care for them, to adore them, to discipline them, to keep their little beating hearts in his palms. He wanted them to depend on him. To choose him.

But even when he had them, he healed them, they chose to return their owners, leaving him alone. It broke something within Surgeon Rick every time it happened.

Every night, Surgeon Rick succumbed to the temptation. Wandering around the hospital in his crisp white apron, the blueish green glasses distorting the colors around him. The familiar scent of the aerosol antiseptic, the hand soap and latex surrounded him like a calming cloud. He knew what he was doing, and his patients knew he was coming for them.

From each batches of Mortys, he always had his favorites. Pretty little Morticia with her Bambi eyes, Strawberry Morty with his delicious sweetness, Hippie Morty with his constant scent of weed, Bunny Morty with his insatiable appetite, the preppy Lawyer Morty… and, of course, his two obsessions: Mortaion Morty and Miami Morty, the two most delicious Mortys of all Mortys.

At that time, only one of them resided in his hospital; sweet little Strawberry Morty.

Surgeon Rick bit back a moan as he thought about that little boy. Sweet and ripe, delicious in every way. The curve of his back where the hospital gown gapped, the desperate expression in his eyes as the doctor would slid the curtains close.

Quickening his steps, he arrived soon to the little one's room. His group- and roommates, a Stool Morty, a Business Morty and a Banana Morty - all low levels and knocked out for good - were still sleeping, only the little Strawberry was awake.

"Little S-strawberry, I j-just ha-ave the right treatment for y-y-you," he winked as he closed to curtains behind him. The boy blinked at him with big, trusting eyes, following Surgeon's every move as the doctor leaned over him.

Surgeon's hand caressed his squishy little cheeks. A hand slid down, pinching the sweet Strawberry's nipple over the gown, asking, "T-tell me, does t-this hurt?"

A noise caught in the boy's throat. Shaking his head, his face turned so red it could have competed with the brightness of his body's complexion. Surgeon Rick adored these little cuties. They were so responsive, so quick to get turned on.

"I-it d-d-d-doesn't. M-maybe the o-o-other one?" The fruit Morty asked coyly.

These Mortys… always so eager to play, so eager to please. Just the perfect fit for Ricks.

"Undress y-yo-urgh-urself. L-let's see if y-y-you are more sensitive without clothes o-own."

The little Strawberry followed his order without question, baring himself for the doctor, whose green scrubs started to feel too restrictive, too hot. He pinched the bright red nipple with more pressure, and the little minx moaned, his voice echoing in the room.

Surgeon's other hand slid under the blanket that still covered his little patient's private parts, caressing the little trail of seed-like hairs.

"I-it seems like we have s-so-ough-mething that r-requires my p-p-professional attention," Surgeon said, his palm bumping into the hard little cock under the blanket.

"P-p-please, d-doctor, h-he-lp me," Strawberry whined, bucking his hips towards the doctor's hand.

"Shush, I-I'll take good c-care of you-ugh," he promised, his hand removing the blanket. Red little cock stood rigidly, aching for attention. Who was Surgeon Rick to deny such a sweet little thing's only wish?

Taking it in his hand, he was delighted to notice Strawberry's cock was already leaking precum. He didn't tease him too much, he had other things in his mind.

"Roll over," he ordered, and the sweet boy did as he was told. With one hand spreading his legs open, the the other injecting copious amount of lube into the fluttering hole, it didn't take long to prepare the patient. He was a good doctor, after all, he didn't want to tear open such a cutie, with his huge cock. A Mortaion? Sure, those sirens could take anything, they lived for the mixture of pain and pleasure. They begged for his scalpel to draw their blood; to take their hearts into his hand; to insert anything and everything in their holes- but a Strawberry Morty was different. They were sensitive little things, malleable at pleasure, broken under pressure. He didn't want them broken; he just wanted them as his.

Flipping his apron out of the way, he stretched him wide open with his cock. The sweet little hole gripped around him like he never wanted to let Surgeon go.

"Nnn-gh, m-m-more," the boy moaned, drool dripping out of his mouth, eyes rolled back in pleasure. His roommates outside of the curtains didn't even stir, they didn't know what a wanton little thing their Strawberry was.

The Morty's breath caught as Surgeon gently wrapped his fingers around his little cock, slowly stroking it, in contrast to the furious pace he drove into the tight little ass. He fucked him, fucked him hard and long, repeating it again and again until the time he knew his sweet little Nurse Morty would start his rounds.

With a cry, Surgeon came for the last time. In a few hours, the group would be good as new, leaving the hospital - and him - until the next time they get into a fight with Mortys stronger than them.

He should be used to it; the abandonment, the way these sweet Mortys leave him for their own Rick even when he brought them more pleasure than their owner could ever bring. But he couldn't. It was always a hard decision not to hinder their healing time.

Surgeon Rick draped a paper cloth over the little fruit hybrid, swiping off the mark of their numerous releases. He doesn't need any medical equipment to know the Strawberry was in perfect health. He was proficient at his job. The boy was knocked out, sleeping off their hours-long activity, but he was healthy and in a perfect condition.

It was better this way. He could leave the Strawberry, go back to his rounds, not needing to go through the awkward goodbye. The "y-y-you are s-so n-n-nice, but h-he is m-my R-rick, I-I-I could n-never l-leave him".

Surgeon Rick sighed, and left. One day, maybe…

#rick and morty #rickorty #morty smith #strawberry morty #rick sanchez #surgeon rick #rick and morty fanfiction #lemon

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queermtl · 8 months

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QUEER MTL THINGS TO DO: October 2023

It’s October in Montréal, and autumn in the city always starts off with a bang and ends with the fun and frolics of “gay Christmas”—Halloween! This month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!

EVENTS

Sunday, October 1

🎉 La gailaxie ligue d’improvisation, Cabaret Mado

Monday, October 2

✍️ Trivia Mondays hosted by Bambi Dextrous, Diving Bell Social Club

Tuesday, October 3

😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal,

Wednesday, October 4

✍️ Queer Sip & Draw, Blue Dog Motel

🧩 Ellelui presents Games Night, Ping Pong Club

Thursday, October 5

🎤 Queer Karaoke Night, BMP Co-op

Saturday, October 7

🎉 La gailaxie ligue d’improvisation, Cabaret Mado

🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra

Sunday, October 8

😆 A Very Pretentious Comedy Show #10—A Very Sandy One with Nart, Sandy Bridges, Jonathan Burrello, Mbissine, Zak Kik, John Cotrocois, Sandy El Bitar and Raquel Maestre, Diving Bell Social Club

Monday, October 9

✍️ Trivia Mondays hosted by Bambi Dextrous, Diving Bell Social Club

Tuesday, October 10

😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Wednesday, October 11

✍️ Queer Sip & Draw, Blue Dog Motel

Thursday, October 12

🎤 Queer Karaoke Night, BMP Co-op

🎭 Queer Broadway cabaret with Melanie Thompson, Amanda Caron Garbacz, Jonathan D’Amour, Marc Ducusin, Danielle Keiko Eyer, Maya Lewis, Jeanne Motulsky, Ciatha Night, Charlotte Paradis, Veronica Schnitzer, Kenny Stein and Joseph-Salvatore Vitale, Café Cléopatre

🎥 L’Amour à Minuit: Vampyros Lesbos (1971), Cinéma L’Amour

Friday, October 13

🧙‍♀️ Maleficarum MTL—Vamps & Witches Edition, 4000 rue St-Ambroise

Saturday, October 14

👠 Femmes Fatales Burlesque, Café Cléopatra

🧙‍♀️ Maleficarum MTL—Vamps & Witches Edition, 4000 rue St-Ambroise

📚 Violet Hour Book Club meets to discuss House Within a House by Nicholas Dawson, Archives gaies du Québec

Sunday, October 15

🎉 La gailaxie ligue d’improvisation, Cabaret Mado

🧙‍♀️ Maleficarum MTL—Vamps & Witches Edition, 4000 rue St-Ambroise

Monday, October 16

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Jam d’impro contact, en mixité choisie, White Wall Studio

✍️ Trivia Mondays hosted by Bambi Dextrous, Diving Bell Social Club

Tuesday, October 17

🎥 REEL GAY: Jennifer’s Body with Butterscotch Blondie, Diving Bell Social Club

😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Wednesday, October 18

✍️ Queer Sip & Draw, Blue Dog Motel

Thursday, October 19

👠 Les Folies Draglesques with Miami Minx, Uma Gahd, Aizysse Baga, Bonbon Bombay, Celesta O’Lee, Eldritch Mor and Selma Gahd, Cabaret Mado

🎤 Queer Karaoke Night, BMP Co-op

Saturday, October 21

🤝 Queer Business Networking Event, L’Etage

🏳️‍⚧️ Devenir parent quand on est trans ou non-binaire, Coalition des familles LGBTQ+

🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra

Sunday, October 22

🎉 La gailaxie ligue d’improvisation, Cabaret Mado

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Lesbian / Queer Womyn Slow Dating 27-45, Rockaberry

Monday, October 23

✍️ Trivia Mondays hosted by Bambi Dextrous, Diving Bell Social Club

Tuesday, October 24

😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Wednesday, October 25

✍️ Queer Sip & Draw, Blue Dog Motel

Thursday, October 26

🎤 Queer Karaoke Night, BMP Co-op

Sunday, October 29

🎉 La gailaxie ligue d’improvisation, Cabaret Mado

Monday, October 30

✍️ Trivia Mondays hosted by Bambi Dextrous, Diving Bell Social Club

Tuesday, October 31

😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal.

PARTIES

Saturday, October 7

🥳 District Events’ RISE with GSP and Paskal Daze, Bain Mathieu

Sunday, October 8

🥳 FRKY | GIVING with Miguel Graça, Moka, Rawsoul, Plastik Patrik, Manclaudy and Renée-Claude Morin, La Sotterenea

🥳 District Events’ RITUAL, a Day Party with B’ugo and Karsten Sollors, Le Balcon

Saturday, October 21

🥳 Un samedi soir dans le VILLAGE!—Lez Danze with DJ Lili Manseau, Taverne Urbaine

Friday, October 27

🥳 Queen & Queer Dance Party—Édition Halloween with Lis Dalton and DJ Sam, Bain Mathieu

Sunday, October 29

🥳 Freak Fest—The Afro Caribbean Halloween Party, Jet Nightclub

DES SPORTS

🛼 Montréal Roller Derby Presents Haunting on Mont Royal Hill on October 6-8, 2023 with New Skids, Les Sexpos, Tri-City, Gotham A, Gotham B and Team Ontario, Arena St Louis.

👯‍♀️ Initiation au Tango Queer, mercredi 11 octobre, Lespacemaker

👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.

🚲 Montréal Queer Bike Polo meet on Thursdays, with details on Instagram

🎾 Ligue de dimanche meet at the Parc Louis-Riel tennis courts every Sunday

🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

💃 Tango/Salsa Queer’s continue, with Salsa Queer on Saturdays from 13:30-14:30 and Tango (beginners/intermediate) on Saturdays at 12:00-13:30. Contact [email protected] or call +1 (438) 930-8529 for prices and signup information.

🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play.

🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!

🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!

🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.

DRAG

Montréal’s vibrant drag community features several regularly-scheduled nights hosted by local luminaries, each featuring guest performers. Check venue websites for full line-ups!

Sunday, October 1

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Krystella Fame, Kelly Torrieli and Heaven Genderfck Cabaret Mado

👑 Michel Dorion, 35 ans de carrière, Bar le Cocktail

Monday, October 2

👑 La Petite Drag with the queens of Cabaret Mado, Cabaret Mado

Tuesday, October 3

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby, Cabaret Mado

Wednesday, October 4

👑 Drag Race Brazil viewing party with Muz’Emma, District Video Lounge

Thursday, October 5

👑 Boom & Précieuse with Lady Boom Boom, Jessie Précieuse, Kiara and Jenna, Cabaret Mado

👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

👑 Jimmy Moore Drag Show with Jimmy Moore, Complexe Sky

Friday, October 6

👑 Queens of the World Group B with Kleopatra Perfection, Zahra Bizarre, Lily Shade, EmmOtional Damage, Bebe Elle, Dolores Diamonds, Natachatte, Marla Dragn and Queer Latina, Bar Notre Dame Des Quilles

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, October 7

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

Sunday, October 8

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Kiara, Bambi Dextrous and Mister Boogie, Cabaret Mado

Tuesday, October 10

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby, Cabaret Mado

Wednesday, October 11

👑 RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 15’s Anetra, Cabaret Mado

👑 Drag Race Brazil viewing party with Muz’Emma, District Video Lounge

Thursday, October 12

👑 Jimmy Moore Drag Show with Jimmy Moore, Complexe Sky

Friday, October 13

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, October 14

👑 Queens of the World Group C with Kleopatra Perfection, Lux N’ Such, Augusta Wind, Psyberia, Meh Dafok, Lady Monrose, Divaartist, Muz’Emma and Zaya, Bar Notre Dame Des Quilles

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Drôles de Drags with Crystal Starz, Bar Le Cocktail

👑 Lara: Hommage à Lara Fabian with Ciatha Night, Bar Le Cocktail

Sunday, October 15

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Jessie Précieuse, Marla Deer and Eva Moist, Cabaret Mado

Tuesday, October 17

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby, Cabaret Mado

👑 Under Kingstruction presents Hallo-Queer with Infernal Desires, Bar Le Cocktail

Wednesday, October 18

👑 Les Golden Girls with Tracy Trash, Lana Dalida, Marla Deer and Prudence, Cabaret Mado

👑 Lulu’s Spooks for Diva with Lulu Shade, Dupre Latour, Miss Behave, Val The Freak and Woody Fungi, Bar Le Cocktail

👑 Drag Race Brazil viewing party with Muz’Emma, District Video Lounge

Thursday, October 19

👑 Les Folies Draglesques with Miami Minx, Uma Gahd, Aizysse Baga, Bonbon Bombay, Celesta O’Lee, Eldritch Mor and Selma Gahd, Cabaret Mado

👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

👑 Jimmy Moore Drag Show with Jimmy Moore, Complexe Sky

Friday, October 20

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, October 21

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Drôles de Drags with Emma Déjavu, Bar Le Cocktail

Sunday, October 22

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Sasha Baga, Lady Boom Boom and Bobépine, Cabaret Mado

👑 Sally-D nu-D with Sally-D, Bar Le Cocktail

Monday, October 23

👑 Derek Wood presents Tim Burton with Uma Gahd, Demone Lastrange, Lana Dalida, Blueberry Moore and Roxy, Cabaret Mado

Tuesday, October 24

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby, Cabaret Mado

Wednesday, October 25

👑 Sashalicious with Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado

👑 Drag Race Brazil viewing party with Muz’Emma, District Video Lounge

Thursday, October 26

👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

👑 Jimmy Moore Drag Show with Jimmy Moore, Complexe Sky

Friday, October 27

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Saturday, October 28

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Cabaret Mado

👑 Drôles de Drags with Ciatha Night, Bar Le Cocktail

👑 Rendez-vous de la drag with Rita Baga, La Big Bertha, Ra’jah O’Hara, Michel Dorion, Uma Gahd and more, Palais des congrès de Montréal

Sunday, October 29

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Cabaret Mado

👑 Rendez-vous de la drag with Rita Baga, La Big Bertha, Ra’jah O’Hara, Michel Dorion, Uma Gahd and more, Palais des congrès de Montréal

Monday, October 30

👑 Filles de peur: Volume 2 with Aizysse Baga, Lady Boom Boom, Kiara and La Freak du Show, Cabaret Mado

Tuesday, October 31

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby, Cabaret Mado

#mtlmoments #lgbttravel #2slgbtq #drag #montreal #queermtl #lgbtq #nightlife #thingstodo #events

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𝐭𝐟𝟏𝟒𝟏!𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤'𝐬

tf141+Alejandro and Rudy

Warnings: chaos and google translate Spanish (cause I failed Spanish my auntie would kill me)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Captain John Price

Lovebug was nearby and price could feel it as he filled his cup of coffee

All of a sudden he heard music and out of the corner of his eye he could see lovebug winking at him, blowing kisses and licking their lips. And the lyrics he heard them saying.

“I’m out here in Miami looking for the hoochie daddies! Where the niggas that get ratchet! My son need a new papi!”

Price didn’t know what to say he sat his cup down pulling lovebug by their waist pausing the video.

“Be careful bug don’t want to have to corrupt ya now.”

Johnny “soap Mactavish

Was confused as to why lovebug was recording him from the door of the gym as he was working out looking him up and down.

Set down the weights and turned and waved. “Hey Bonnie!”

Watched as lovebug let out a scream and scrambled out the door.

Found the video on tiktok it had almost a million likes. He watched hearing the lyrics to pound town and shook his head.

“What to do with ya love.”

Simon “ghost” Riley

Was sitting watching tv manspreading when he noticed Lovebug

They were in the corner looking him in the eye blowing kisses, eye twitching, licking the air, and looking him up and down before he turned towards them and motioned for Lovebug to come to him.

Lovebug came to him after they stopped recording.

“What the hell are you doing bug?”

“Making a TikTok.”

“What were the lyrics love?” “I’m out here in Miami looking for the hoochie daddies.”

both sat there in silence before he posted the video off Bug’s phone.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Was confused as to why Lovebug was recording him in the gas station and how the fuck you found him

Instead of pretending like you weren’t there he brought his hand up to his face telling you to “call him”

Stopped recording cause they dropped the phone

“Lovebug darling what the fuck.”

“Shh you know you wanted to be in my TikTok’s.”

“Your right.”

Alejandro Vargas

He was standing at the bar getting drinks for a couple of you when he noticed lovebug sporting Price’s beanie ontop of their curly Mohawk that soap just touched up.

Could see them saying something while batting their eyelashes and blowing kiss.

Once he got the drinks he walked over sliding the beer they wanted over to them.

“What was that about mi carazón?”

Lovebug showed them the video that now had 20,000 likes.

“Be careful bug or this bar won’t be the only place you left.”

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

It was known that lovebug liked to flirt and that they loved bugging Rudy. (Pun intended)

When he saw you recording winking at him, making the come here motion, blowing kisses

“minx no tienes idea de lo que eres para mí”

“What?”

He gave you a smirk and walked off leaving you confused as you posted the video

Lmao I apologize for this 💀

#ureternalmajesty #call of duty #tf141!lovebug #small blog #task force 141 #modern warfare ii #könig mw2 #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon riley #simon ghost riley #black oc #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #rodolfo cod #rudy parra

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djmusicbest · 19 days

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Beatport Artist of the Month May 2024

DATE CREATED: 2024-05-11 Tracklist : ARTIST OF THE MONTH | SKREAM ARTIST OF THE MONTH | BUTCH Artist of the Month | Nora En Pure Artist of the Month | Indira Paganotto Artist of the Month | DJ Minx Artist of the Month | Anané Artist of the Month | Carlita Artist of the Month | DJ Marky 1. Skream - Thinking Of You(Original Mix) 2. Eden Burns - Hands Off My Beat(Original Mix) 3. Skream, Lagoon Wavey - Your Love(Original Mix) 4. Red Axes - The Bee(Original Mix) 5. Dart - Juice(Eden Burns Remix) 6. Valentin - Bombastisch(Club Edit) 7. Eden Burns - Super Stroke(Original Mix) 8. Len Faki - Black Jack(Original Mix) 9. DJ T. - Move Your Body(Original Mix) 10. Zombies In Miami - Forever(Original Mix) 11. Eden Burns - Second Dance(Original Mix) 12. Kutiman, Red Axes - Got Everything(Red Axes Remix) 13. Skream, Prospa - Waiheke Island(Original Mix) 14. DJ T., Emanuel Satie - The Feeling(Original Mix) 15. Green Velvet, Harvard Bass - Lazer Beams(Original Mix) 16. Read the full article

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muznew · 19 days

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Beatport Artist of the Month May 2024

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rileypromo · 2 years

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Catching A Wave 08-01-22

Talk about an "Action" packed show this hour on Catching A Wave! From their upcoming "Go Action!!" album on Hi-Tide Recordings, we have new Satan's Pilgrims for you. Plus, rockers from The Boss Martians, The Electric Heaters, Mark Malibu & The Wasagas, The Manakooras, The Bloat Floaters, Sant Anna Bay Coconuts, Stay Off The Dunes, Eskimo Lunettes, The Boss Martians and Monty Norman (RIP 94 years old on July 11th, 2022). We have a trio of tunes you'll "understand" (3 songs with "Understand" in the title) from Collective Soul, Los Straitjackets and The Untamed Youth. Get ready for a trip in the Catching A Wave Time Machine for the week of June 29th, 1963 for radio station WQAM in Miami, FL. Beth Riley has a great earworm from The Beach Boys in her Surf's Up: Beth's Beach Boys Break and we drop a coin in the Jammin' James Jukebox to hear our selection of the week!

Intro music bed: "Catch A Wave"- The Beach Boys

Monty Norman Orchestra- "James Bond Theme"

The Electric Heaters- "Tainted Love"

Mark Malibu & The Wasagas- "Super Minx"

The Bloat Floaters- "Reverb Valhalla"

The Manakooras- "Quiet Village"

"Understand" trio:

Collective Soul- "Understanding"

Los Straitjackets- "What's So Funny About Peace, Love & Understanding"

The Untamed Youth- "You've Got To Understand"

Sant Anna Bay Coconuts- "Caught In The Curves"

Satan's Pilgrims- "Go Action!!"

Catching A Wave Time Machine

Week ending June 29th, 1963 for songs in the top 56 for 560 WQAM Miami, FL:

#56 The Astronauts- "Baja"

#5 Link Wray- "Jack The Ripper"

#1 Jan & Dean- "Surf City"

Jammin' James Jukebox selection of the week:

The Champs- "Train To Nowhere"

Stay Off The Dunes- "Beached Whale"

Eskimo Lunettes- "Festival Mud"

The Boss Martians- "Driftwood Beach"

Outro music bed: Eddie Angel- "Deuces Wild"

Check out this episode of Rockabilly N Blues Radio Hour!

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kamalamackerel · 2 years

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[La version FR suit] Because this summer marks 10 years of artistic practice for me + a decade of living in Montreal + I recently got my Canadian citizenship + with the past couple of years we just had, AREN'T WE IN NEED OF A BIG OLD QUEER CABARET?! Going back to where it all started, on Aug 25, hosted by yours truly! Feat. some of the most incredible artists in this city! LINK FOR TICKETS IN THE BIO. @trannawintour @eveparkerfinley @bijuriya.drag @themiamiminx @sista_betina @soft_sloth @squinkifer @meanderdot * // * // * Parce que cet été marque mes 10 ans de pratique artistique + une décennie à vivre à Montréal + j'ai obtenu la citoyenneté + avec les deux dernières années qu'on vient d'avoir, N'A-T-ON PAS BESOIN D'UN BON VIEUX CABARET QUEER?! Le 25 août animé par yours truly! Avec certain·es des artistes les plus magnifiques de cette ville! LIEN POUR LES BILLETS DANS LA BIO. Tranna Wintour Eve Parker Finley Bijuriya Miami Minx Kim Ninkuru Winnie Ho Squinky Meander Dot #cabaret #queer #mtl #montreal #queermtl #lgbt #lgbtq #gay #trans #transgender #drag #comedy #burlesque #music #art #dance #spokenword #qtbipoc #love #selflove #joy #healing #community #art #performance #liondor #lamackerel #kamalamackerel #transmauritius #transmontreal (at Cabaret Lion d'Or) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgfb1prrQtb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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stygianflood · 3 years

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Pua Melia (Ethan x F!MC)

Summary: When Ethan reveals his feelings, Aparna’s response is far from what he expects. Continuation of the diamond scene in 3.11. Words, rating, genre- 1.2k, general, fluff with the tiniest dollop of angst. Tropes- And they were in love.

A/N: I hope everyone is well. Supposed to be on hiatus, but that’s a lie. This came to me as I awaited (and still do) the covid test results for the family. I hope it’s nothing. A/N 2: gandharaj: Bengali for gardenia (just discovered all the similarities between Indian and Hawaiian flora); pua melia: Hawaiian for plumeria (garlands of it or just the flowers are presented to tourists)

Aparna pours herself a glass of water and sips the sight before her.

Shards of a midwinter moon drizzle across the vast expanse of water underneath. Impeded ever so slightly by the bay windows, they spill over the rugged expanse of Ethan’s chest. The ripple of his arm. One glorious thigh.

He’s beautiful. And strong, she thinks with a flutter in her core. And so calm he could almost be asleep. Almost oblivious of the chaos he courted only last week.

Almost. But then he stirs, a wandering hand searching the space beside him.

She leaves the empty glass on the counter before joining him. Looping his arm around herself, she lays her head on his chest. His other hand finds the duvet.

It’s quiet. Too quiet, but for the gentle whooshing of waves lapping at the shores. And the breeze. Sweet and brimming with the occasional gardenia. Or gandharaj as grandma called it back in India in what seemed a whole other decade.

Aparna isn’t sure if it’s middle school geography or sixteenth century anecdotes from a Ferdinand Magellan. (Or just champagne). But there’s a certain tranquility about the Pacific. Daunting in its vastness of course. But here in her sea view suite, the thrum of Ethan’s heart pressed to her ears, she settles for just tranquil.

It is certainly calmer than the Atlantic from two winters ago. Either that, or everything Ethan had claimed and renounced that evening in Miami had muddled her senses. In her mind, Miami is exquisite. Ethereal almost. Even life altering. But almost too surreal to be true.

And yet two years later he is engraving circles on the expanse of her arm, her bare shoulder, her back. At a friend’s wedding, too. Snipping away, little by little, at the millenary drill of his life before her.

As for the rest, Ethan never says. Never in so many words. And she never asks.

But it’s enough.

She half wishes they could linger. Hold on to her little fistful of warm sand. There’s more to Hawaii than the whiff of gardenia. Or rows of coconut palms. Or the plumeria blossom Ines tucked behind Aparna’s left ear.

There’s all of that, and Ethan Ramsey tossing his head with full throated laughter. Or mumbling sweet nothings into her hair as sleep overtakes her.

And it’s enough.

Until-

-Apu...

Somewhere above her, he sounds awake as she strains to open her eyes.

She has an arm around his middle. It’s warm. The bed. Or is it him. So warm. Her breathing softens against his chest.

-I've never felt this way about anyone.

Seconds trickle. It’s the sweetness of macadamia and their own scents. It hangs about them in a glorious mist.

He really is talking.

-And I don’t know, he says. I don't know if I ever will again.

Her eyes snap open.

There’s no meteor shower in the skies, or the sudden gust of wind in her hair. This is it. Ethan Ramsey is leaping with her. And all she feels is peace. An overwhelming sort of it. The sort that lulls you into sweet, sweet sleep.

Does he tense under her?

For a second, and then he chuckles, the deep rumble tugging at something inside her.

-And as always, he surmises, my timing is perfect.

She can talk now. She must.

And so she doesn’t.

-But... it’s probably for the best, he concludes. Kisses her goodnight.

She smiles and holds on to her little fistful of warm sand.

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The boarding queue is at the gates when she stumbles in, looking around wildly.

Five more seconds and I would've boarded already.

Her smile is radiant as her eyes find him and she tells him he’s all talk.

Cheeky little minx.

And in a blur of time and shapes, she asks for his help. A case of misdiagnosis. They’d most definitely miss the flight.

He asks no more as he follows her out of the airport.

Not again, he groans, suddenly awake as sunlight assails him from what he assumes is a window shade she left open on their flight.

His attempt to rise is thwarted, his arm stuck under a sleepy tumble of dark hair. And it’s the bay window in her suite, the one he had pressed her up against last night.

Her breath hitches for a moment and her fingers quiver for the slightest spell of a dream. Slowly, slower than the fall of her breath, he draws it and presses soft, lingering kisses on her knuckles. The softest of sighs escapes her and she releases his arm to curl up to him.

All at once he’s reminded of last night. And he feels… not regret. None of that. Sheepish perhaps.

-Morning, she grumbles from under half open eyes.

-Coffee? He kisses her hair, a little glad her eyes are closed.

He didn’t botch it. She’d fallen asleep.

-’time is it?

-Little after six.

She snorts. As though she isn’t the one that forgot to draw the blinds. But again, he barely manages to rise.

-Stay.

She did fall asleep, right?

Ethan reclines against the headboard and picks up his copy of Sea People: The Puzzle of Polynesia. The one he didn’t make much progress with, thanks to her. And thanks to her, he doesn’t make much progress even now.

And what if she were awake all along. She wouldn’t do that to him, would she.

He exhales long and hard.

Perhaps it was too little too late. Inadequate even.

Beside him, she laces her hand with his own larger one. Traces the veins with her fingers.

He’d be there if time is all she needs.

He cups her face in his hand as she looks up. Twists a stray lock around his finger.

Hell, he’d always be there for her.

She props herself on her elbows and plants moist, open mouthed kisses on his palm.

-I feel the same way about you, Ethan.

He gulps, suddenly delirious. Then she kisses the length of his arm. Presses her mouth against his chest. His collarbone. And it’s maddening.

He needs to ask her now. Stop her first.

And he shudders as she bites and sucks the column of his neck. Despite himself, he presses one rough palm against the expanse of her back. Draws her closer.

She takes his bottom lip between her teeth with an unfamiliar zeal, and he finds his voice at last.

-Why now? He asks bewildered. It’s been what, five hours?

Incredulity etches her face. She might have withdrawn if not for the persuasive hand on her back.

-Gee, I don’t know Ethan, she says. Took you two years. Your five hours really put that into perspective.

It’s his turn to be dumbfounded as the faintest of smiles adorns her face.

It’s his turn to trace her lips with his own, grateful that she doesn’t withdraw. She kisses him softly this time. Tender and unhurried. And he winds a languid hand in her hair just as a soft whimper escapes her.

-Are you all right?

This is raw. Unfamiliar.

-Better than all right, she murmurs. She nestles under his chin, averting her eyes.

-I’m glad. Forgive me, I’m not the best at putting feelings into-

-Shh. Don’t, she pleads, eyes glimmering with the thousand little hopes of his own. Just stay.

And he does. Cradling her in his arms, his chin on her head, as the first honeycreeper of the day warbles its song to the ocean.

Forgotten, Ethan’s book had slid out of his hand and opened with a soft thud on the wooden floor. A single plumeria blossom pressed between its pages flutters to land beside it.

This is unfamiliar. But not unsettling. Not anymore.

This is happiness too. Untrammelled and wild.

Thank you for reading this. Love you all. Google says, a plumeria blossom over your left ear means you are taken and over your right ear means you are available ❤

Tagging separately. Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

#open heart #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey #ines delarosa #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week #choicesmaychallenge2021

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the-pale-goddess · 4 years

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Miami Heat: Part 2/3 - Ethan Ramsey x MC

Is losing the game worth the overall result?

Rating/Category: Explicit / AU mini series; completed -> masterlist

Warnings: NSFW (+18) your smut has arrived! (also: tiny bit of swearing)

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to write my first smut ever about Ethan & Tiffany’s first time together – how poetic is that :>

Thank you for all your amazing comments on the first part - I’m incredibly flattered by your responses and hope this part lives up to your expectations! it certainly doesn’t live up to mine...but i’m done changing it, i literally cannot take it anymore lol

Taglist (I really hope I tagged everyone...If not, please, forgive me! I’m new to this. Let me know if you want in or out)

@caseyvalentineramsey @interobanginyourmom @newcolonies @ernest-harrington @openheart12 @perriewinklenerdie @mvalentine @ethandaddyramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @lion-ess24

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Ethan stood outside the room speechless. His face alarmingly red, hands trembling and heart racing. He was at war and his thoughts were a battlefield. He’s never been the one to avoid any moral conflict – damn, most of the times he caused it. But this was something else entirely. He was fighting against his own self. His usually effective defence appeared to be useless in the clash with the sweet chaos formed in the shape of her.

She barged in his life without asking for permission like she just belonged there. He found her presence annoying at times – not because she was that much infuriating, but because she invaded his every thought. Dr Addams got his attention long before she arrived to Edenbrook. Her outstanding resume and impressive record granted her the special spot at the internship – she was chosen by The Ethan Ramsey. And then he met Tiffany – this brilliant, ambitious and compassionate woman. Her wit and fierceness often challenged him and, to his surprise, he grew fond of it. She was very complex, yet not that hard to read, not to him. She was…refreshing. Intriguing. Angelic. An intern. Tiffany was teasing him from the very beginning and as much as he wanted to act on it, he pretended he was oblivious to her efforts. But if there was one thing to say about Tiffany Addams, is that she’s extremely committed and believes hard work pays off. Once she sets her mind to something, she gets it. She gets everything she wants. And she wanted Ethan Ramsey.

The bizzare turn of Miami events – the hotel messing up his reservation and forcing them to share one room, meeting Nash, a heart-to-heart conversation about Tiffany’s work and Naveen’s treatment, the preparation for the cocktail party, her dress, her mind, her confidence, The Macallan in their veins, her scent, the absolute minx she is – all of this was too much. Did she really have to go overboard and shoot him a casual I want you to fuck me? How was he supposed to keep his composure? This evening was a whole new level of torture. Why did he think bringing her to Miami was a good idea in the first place? He took a few sharp breaths to keep himself steady, but it didn’t help. His thoughts bullied him into admitting the hidden truth – he can’t resist Tiffany Addams.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath and decided to finally enter the danger zone.

Tiffany was pacing nervously in the middle of the room when she heard the door closing and immediately freezed. They stared at each other not knowing what to do.

“Ethan, I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” She put on a brave face and tried to lie herself out of this awkward situation. He was her boss after all. Her mentor, her fantasy, her obsession…The first man she’s ever loved. “It was the whiskey talking.”

“So you don’t want me to fuck you?” He raised his brow feeling an unexpected flow of dangerous confidence. Two can play that game, right? As long as it’s just a game…And she looked so damn cute acting shy and innocent all of a sudden. Her mouth opened a little at the change of his tactic.

“I want you to fuck me, I just shouldn’t have said it out loud.” God, she was good at making him puzzled. But he wouldn’t let her win easy.

“We can’t turn back time now, can we? What did you expect me to do with this piece of information, Addams?” He moved slowly in her direction. His piercing blue eyes roamed her with a newly found intensity. She wasn’t sure if he’s angry or he’d want to smash her. Either way, she felt weak in the knees.

“I wasn’t thinking much.” She shrugged. He was standing right in front of her now and the tension between them could be cut with a knife. “I guess I was done denying the fact that I was into you from the start. This whole trip gave me a glimmer of hope that perhaps you feel the same way.”

“What if I do?” The vulnerability and evident need in his voice caught her attention and she smiled softly as she began to understand what was going on. With a little hesitation, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. When it moved next to her lips, she caught his thumb between her teeth and covered it with her mouth.

“What are you doing to me?” He whispered transfixed, watching her suck his finger.

“Hopefully something good.” A short laugh escaped his mouth. Along with it vanished all the restraint and professionalism he claimed so proudly. He wanted her so badly. And she was right there – inviting him with a warm smile. All he had to do was just…cross another line.

“Tiffany…” He held her chin up, gazing at her hungrily. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”

“I’m all yours.” She leaned closer to him and it was enough to break down his walls. He grabbed her waist and made their bodies collide with one smooth move. It’s hard to say who initiated the kiss, but when their lips finally met, it simply felt right. Their first kiss wasn’t tender and soft like they do it in movies. It was raw, sloppy and absolutely mind blowing. The undisclosed desire that was building up for months was finally released and this urgent feeling set the pace to their movements.

His hands grabbed her waist possessively, not daring to move anywhere else. Even though he was kissing her fiercely, Tiffany knew he’s still holding himself back. She tugged at his jacket, trying to bring him closer and get under his skin. After what felt like eternity they parted, gasping for air. The young doctor took a step back and unzipped her dress.

“Rookie, please…” He begged. “I’m going to lose it if we don’t stop.”

“Let’s lose it together.” She gave him a longing look while she pulled down the straps of her dress. A painful expression on Ethan’s face didn’t make her stop. The straps slid down her arms gracefully, the silky material began moving downwards, revealing her full breasts. Ethan stopped breathing for a second, then a sharp moan escaped his mouth. His eyes devoured her. He tried to look away, but he wouldn’t even blink. She bit her bottom lip and helped her dress move down her hips, exposing more and more skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” She didn’t even finish getting out of the garment and he was all over her. His hands, freed of the guilt he had just a moment ago, were now exploring her body, setting it on fire with every touch. He was possessed. Many women have flitted through his life, but he’s never felt like this before, he’s never felt this clinged to any woman. And there he was now – touching his intern mindlessly, like a horny teenager right before his first physical encounter, figuring out what to do with a painfully hard reminder of this indecency in his pants.

“So you do know how to compliment a girl.” Tiffany laughed just before finding his lips again. Their tongues danced in urgent kisses. Her hands wandered through his chest, desperate to get any contact with his hot flesh. She began unbuttoning his shirt, while he took his jacket off.

Not breaking the kiss, they moved to the bedroom, losing the pieces of his clothing along the way. She gasped when she could finally feel his bare chest. Her hands got lost there, taking time to acknowledge every inch of his skin and every muscle she could feel. He smiled at the impatience of her hands through another series of needy kisses. When they reached the bed he gently pulled her on the sheets, taking a much needed break from each other. Even though they barely managed to steady their breaths, she felt the urge to stand up and connect with his lips again. That plan came to nought as soon as he unbuckled his pants and took them off - a large bulge finally made a proper introduction, now covered only by his underwear. She swallowed loud, thinking how come she haven’t paid attention to it before. He caught her staring and a huge grin spread across his face.

“Having second thoughts, Rookie?”

She didn’t respond at first, his voice felt distant as her imagination ran wild. She quickly shook it off and looked him in the eye with parted lips.

“Uhm, what? No…No! I’m just having…Some thoughts.” He laughed, letting his knee fall right next to her on the bed.

“Care to elaborate?”

“No. I’d rather show you.” She whispered as she moved her hand up his thigh, letting her finger gently brush his cock through the cotton fabric. He twitched immediately, and she grinned devilishly with approval. “Take these off.”

Ethan was mad at himself for the lack of self-control he was experiencing. He was out of his shorts before she could even finish the sentence. That’s how much he craved her touch and he could do nothing about it. She grabbed him instantly, eliciting a strangled groan from him. He had to steady himself on the bed while Tiffany was stroking him with a stunned expression on her pretty face. Her delicate hands were in contrast to the firm grip on his length. He knew he wouldn’t last long like this and that was certainly not the plan he had in mind for their first time. He had to react quickly.

“Hey…Let’s slow down.” He took her hand away and when she opened her mouth to protest, he attacked it with an intense kiss. One of his hands reached her nipple, pressing it gently between fingers. The other one helped him slowly move onto her, laying them both down. He could feel her smiling and their kiss deepened.

“Funny how different ‘slowing down’ means for you.” She bit his lower lip between passionate kisses.

“You wanted me to fuck you and I fully intend to commit to that.” His lips moved to her neck, kissing it and sucking softly, his stubble pleasantly scratching her skin. Her hands digging on his back, bringing his body as close as possible. It all felt too good to be real. “But I need you to come for me first.”

To prove his point, he took off her lacy panties - the only remaining piece of her clothing. She glanced at him nervously when he moved back to admire her naked figure. Their eyes roamed each other’s bodies, trying to carve the image deep into memory. His fitful breathing mirrored his desire. He wanted to make her feel good in so many ways, he couldn’t even decide where to begin.

“Aren’t you the most incredible thing?” His voice was soft, almost…full of affection? Tiffany couldn’t tell - she was delirious, afraid that this night was actually a produce of her mind. Her body didn’t have time to recover, as another sensation fell on her when Ethan started kissing her neck and slowly went down her chest. He took his time with her breasts, sucking her nipples thoroughly while listening to her moans.

“Oh, God, Ethan…” She arched her back and wrapped her legs around him.

“Do you like it?” Why was he challenging her with silly questions? The answer was moaning right under him, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

“Please…Don’t stop.”

“Oh, Rookie, I’m just getting started.” That awfully confident smirk appeared on his face and she couldn’t help but stare in awe. Ethan immediately got back to fulfilling his promise – his mouth burned its way down her stomach, his hands were caressing her thighs. Every nerve of her body responded to his touch, anticipating what was about to happen. He spread her legs open just to begin kissing her inner thigh, going up and high…When he reached her core he stopped abruptly and moved to the other leg. Tiffany almost screamed with disappointment, but decided to transfer her impatience into the sheets, allowing a single gasp escape her lips.

“You don’t have to keep those to yourself, you know.” He whispered, still kissing the sensitive skin of her thigh. “I want to hear you.”

She let out another moan and closed her eyes, when he continued torturing her with scratchy kisses. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his fingers found their way between her legs. This time she wouldn’t keep it to herself.

“You’re dripping wet already?” He rubbed her with just the right pressure on her clit.

“It’s all your fault.” She bit her lip and opened her eyes to find his gaze locked on her face. The rubbing was put on hold when he moved his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. He didn’t even give her a chance to respond, his mouth lowered between her legs giving her what she craved so desperately.

A wave of overwhelming pleasure invaded her body as soon as Ethan began working his tongue magic. She’s lost control of her movements, her hands were grasping at his hair, making a huge mess. Her hips jerked while her back arched and pulled her even closer to his face. He sucked and licked her tirelessly with a calculated precision, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. She was so close.

“Ethan…I” She muffled between loud moans. She couldn’t think straight. He understood her unfinished message and responded instantly by adding more friction, making her scream his name. She came hard and fast, holding the sheets till her knuckles got white. Proud of his work, he cradled her stomach and kissed it softly while watching her cool down after the orgasm.

“You’re staring.” She chuckled, her hand stroking his cheek with eyes still half-closed.

“And you’re sensational.” He answered. Luckily, she was already all red and sweaty, because Ethan Ramsey just made her blush with another compliment. Who would’ve thought...He was getting really good at this!

“Come here.” He moved up, covered her with his body and their lips met again. The sensation sent shivers down their spines, their bodies connected like they were made for each other. Her hands travelled down his back just to grab his ass, then slowly moved to the front. Her fingers on his cock reminded him how much he needed to be inside her.

“I’m ready for the second round.” Tiffany whispered to his ear, her tongue met his skin with a long lick. He hissed, gave her a kiss and left the bed. She examined his attractive naked form when he was searching his bag. A moment later, he came back with a condom in his hand. She eagerly scanned him while he was putting it on.

“We’re all ready now.” He stated. She laughed in response, inviting him with her legs spread open. She caught a fleeting glimpse of hesitation on his face, but it was just a second. He swallowed loud and moved down on her, teasing her entrance with his tip. She instinctively grabbed his other hand and squeezed it. Their eyes met with a promise to never break the gaze before they’re finished.

Without a single warning he entered her, going all in. They both screamed at the sensation. She wasn’t ready for this, but she took him gracefully, adjusting to his full length. He didn’t hurry - she felt so tight it almost made him lose his mind. Finally, he began moving inside of her. He started off slow, pushing himself gently into her, allowing her to find his rhythm. Her tousled hair spread across the pillow mixed with the astonished look on her face turned him on. He sped up his pace and she quickly followed. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, bringing his body as close as it was humanly possible.

“Harder.” Her wish was his command. Ethan’s movements became even more aggressive, making them both moan involuntarily. Their skin was burning. Her whimpering and the clapping sound of their skin drove him mad. His whole body was tense, his deep thrusts got sloppier and more desperate…His hands started roaming her body mindlessly and it only made her louder.

“I’m so close, Tiffany.” She moved her hands to his butt in an amped attempt to boost the pleasure, as she was already squirming under him. His pace was wicked at this point, but she enjoyed it more than anything. Few thrusts later she felt him slowing down, he was reaching his climax. His thumb wandered between her legs to rub her clit and she completely lost it.

They both lost it.

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AN: Safe sex is hot and safe sex is good, remember that!

Sorry for all the errors and typos, love you all xoxo

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