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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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pieces of you and me |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader|

prompt: your six daughters with eddie are named after the places they're conceived. fluffy little piece I had about nepo baby!reader and rockstar!eddie and their lives as parents, more specifically how they named each of their girls.

contains: mature, sexual themes not graphic but still 18+, minors dni. mom!nepo baby!reader x dad!rockstar!eddie throughout the years.

June 1993 - Corfu Beach, Greece

Your wedding ring dazzled in the Greek sunshine, bright and clear, almost as reflective as the waters in front of you. Corfu Beach was the first stop on your honeymoon trips, after three wedding ceremonies.

The tabloids had gone rabid when you'd announced that your weddings- plural- would be spread out from May to June. Three ceremonies, extravagant but intimate. The first in Palm Springs, an estate near the San Jacinto mountains with just your family. You and Eddie were both only children, the ceremony was sweet and short, an officiant, your parents and grandparents, Wayne and his girlfriend, and the two of you. A silk, slip white dress, custom made by Donatella herself just for you. Eddie wore a tux, the sweetheart, choking back sobs when he read you his vows, promises for your life together. You'd danced under the strung lights, Forever by the Beach Boys, his hand on your back, holding you sweetly. Your private photographer, a family friend, made sure to capture all the intimate sweet moments for you, and it was secluded with no worries of paparazzi.

Then you'd jetted off to Las Vegas, sin city as a couple. Eddie had taken the liberty of renting out Elvis' Little Chapel just for the two of you, hiring the best Elvis and photographer. You'd wore a tiny, leather white dress, garter showing on your thigh. Eddie in an Elvis suit, white just for you. Your friends dressed their part, his band mates, friends from Hawkins, and yours from Beverly Hills and others joined. You didn't remember most of the night, giggling when the Elvis impersonator read you your vows in the mimicking voice. It was a blur, champagne, liquor, and drugs in a penthouse suite at the Palms. You'd woken up a little sick, veil still in your hair and aching between your thighs, ass covered in welts from the night before. Eddie had managed to find a heart shaped paddle on the strip, using it on you when you got back from the 'reception' that was in the other room, where your friends were scattered still.

Lastly, you finished in Paris. Eddie wanted it just to be the two of you, an officiant, and the city of love. He'd gone all out, his vows seemed to triple in size from the first ceremony. Tucked away in a Parisian Chateau that had a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower in the backdrop, Eddie poured his heart out to you, vulnerable and raw. You both sobbed through your vows, heavy with emotion that pored out with each word, kissing each other before the officiant ever gave you the signal.

Now you were here, Greece. The beaches were beautiful, the wine delicious, and the waters stunning. Eddie had rented a small boat for the two of you, drifting off the coast of the secluded resort you were staying at. You were thankful for the intimacy, relaxing in the warm sun, topless, the true European experience.

"I think we should do this more often," Eddie grinned, blocking the sun from your view, standing tall over you.

You shielded your eyes, looking up at him. The sun haloed around his curls, his inked skin a little pinkish from the rays. He looked angelic.

"I think you just like to see me topless." You smirked.

"I think you'd be right." Eddie scoffed, kneeling down between your legs on the towel. "Can you blame me? Look at them." He squeezed your boobs lightly. "My girls. All mine, forever."

You let out a soft laugh, his lips ghosting over yours, fingers rubbing your pebbled nipples between the two of you. He kissed you slow, sweet, taking his time to truly taste you, feel you.

He was between your legs before you knew it, his cock splitting you open, harsh thrusts that left the small boat rocking and shifting with the waves. You'd gotten on top, hips swiveling and rocking with every rise and fall, his hands gripping your hips harsh.

You two spent the day like that, him filling you up raw, pumping his release deep inside of you, leaving you dripping him for the rest of the day on shaky legs.

The thrill of the ceremonies, of the honeymoons, of being hopelessly, completely in love with Eddie had your head spinning. You were still on the high of the first two ceremonies when you'd left for Paris, forgetting your birth control on the counter of the Hills home.

It wasn't until nearly a month later, when you finally returned, still in bliss and the rush of that newly wed feeling, that you realized. Staring at the silver packet that mocked you. You hoped that maybe you'd be lucky, maybe your body was just adjusting from jet lag and the different time zones. You were dehydrated from your time in Europe, maybe that was it.

A month later, you sat in the gynecologist office, the wand pressed over your belly, showing the small blip on the screen, Eddie's ringed hand tight in yours. "Looks like you're about seven weeks along, Mrs. Munson." The doctor said, looking over at you.

Eddie's eyes shined at you, teary and wide. You were both scared, overwhelmed. "Greece." He muttered. "It must've been our honeymoon, shit- well, that makes sense."

Persephone June Munson was born February 17th, 1994.

November 1994 - London, England

"Christ, fuck, it's cold." Eddie grumbled, hands buried deep in his leather jacket, air fogging around him.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "That's why I told you to bring a jacket." You hummed, Burberry plaid scarf whipping in the harsh winds. You held Persephone closer to your chest, she was bundled up in her hat and scarf under your own heavy jacket, but you still worried she'd still be cold.

At ten months old, she was the spitting image of her daddy. Eddie's twin through and through, shining brown eyes that were so expressive and little chocolate curls that were starting to spiral on the ends of the tufts of downy, baby hair. She was your kryptonite, your little angel, for both of you.

Parenthood fit you both very well, to the surprise of nearly all the media. You and Eddie navigated being parents like you did anything else, head first and a little stubborn. After many sleepless nights, parenting books, and the help of your own parents, you'd finally felt accomplished. Eddie didn't want to miss a second of being a dad, and you couldn't blame him, not when the most precious creation on the Earth was looking back at you.

The tour and Corroded Coffin's album had been pushed, finally releasing in September. Eddie knew he'd have to tour soon, the two of you were still working out if you'd stay or go, but when he'd been asked to play at a concert in Wembley Stadiums, headlining with Metallica and Ozzy and all the legends he'd looked up to, he couldn't turn it down.

Now, the three of you were walking down South Kensington in London, heading towards the Natural History Museum with your baby- oh, how times had changed. Eddie smirked, stepping closer to you, looking down your jacket.

"Can she breathe in there? Is she alright?" Eddie asked, eyes scanning the two of you. All he could see of little Persephone was the little pink poof that sat on top of her hat, bobbing and hitting your chin with every step.

"She's fine, aren't you Sephy?" You cooed down at her, pulling your jacket back. Eddie looked down, melting at the brown eyes that stared back at him, chubby cheeks a little red from the warmth of your jacket. "Say, quit worrying daddy, mama's got me." You mimicked a high pitched baby voice that had her giggling.

Eddie grinned, pulling you close to him, his lips pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek. The security in front of you and behind you followed closely, one holding the door while you climbed into the room. The guide waited cheerily at the front, excited to take the infamous rockstar on a private tour.

You held Persephone, still in her little hat but your own jacket shedded. Eddie watched you, how you'd coo sweetly at her, pressing kisses into her little cheeks, swaying with her when the guide would explain the areas.

Eddie felt his heart swell, boasting and filling with love and pride, and something else. Something primal and deep and lustful. It was different from before. Usually the type of thrill that came with drugs, performing for thousands, then having groupies throw themselves at his feet. Now, he felt it deep in his chest, the protectiveness he had over you, over Sephy, his little family.

"You think she'd stay down for a nap if we take her back to the hotel?" Eddie growled low in your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe playfully.

You swatted him away, rolling your eyes. "I doubt it." You gave him a pointed look. "She has like a sixth sense for when were about to fuck." You snorted playfully, looking down at your little baby.

Eddie gave a soft smile, taking Persephone from your arms, snuggling her tight in his arms. She giggled, reaching to grab onto his curls. You grinned when she did, yanking them down hard, pulling at the scalp. Eddie hissed, moving his head with her to alleviate some of the pull. "Easy, easy, sweetheart," He muttered, opening her little fists.

You told him a million times to put his hair up around her. She was going through a grabbing stage. Anything and everything. The two of you had to re-baby proof the house when she'd started crawling, her tiny hands grabbing onto anything and everything she could.

"She's got a fucking iron grip." Eddie grunted, pulling his scalp back, tossing his hair over his shoulders. He knitted his brows, looking down at Persephone playfully. "Don't you? You're just a strong lil thing aren't ya?" He cooed, excitedly, bouncing her in his arms.

You smiled at her little giggles, the faintest crease in her chubby cheeks, hinting that she'd inherit dimples like her daddy. You shouldn't be surprised at this point, she was Eddie's twin, but it still made you a little jealous every time a new feature came in and it was a carbon copy of him.

"The next one will look just like ya, babe." Eddie would wink when you'd huff to him about it. "If not, we can just keep trying and trying and trying 'til one looks like ya." He always said it like he was joking, but the way his eyes darkened, you wondered if he truly was.

Persephone had gone down easily for her nap, and you were thankful. You figured she was still exhausted from the flight. You'd flown private with the band, your parents insisted on it, which benefited the two of you more than anyone else. Her little ears hurt from the pressure, whimpering and sobbing in the little bedroom on the back of the plane while you and Eddie tried to soothe her.

Eddie had gone for a soundcheck with the band, leaving you at the hotel with Sephy, unwinding in the cool linens of the hotel. You ran your hand down the bed, gnawing at your bottom lip. The last time you'd been at this hotel in London, it was with Eddie, but very differently. The two of you had just begun... whatever you wanted to call the relationship. You'd flown out on a red eye to London when he started his European tour, letting him fuck you hard and mean, tying you up to the headboard and having his way with you.

Now, you had a baby, you were married, and life was so different.

The door clicked shut, locking gently. Eddie could hear the sound machine, white noise that washed out the busy streets below next to the crib. You held your finger to your lips, nodding towards Persephone, who napped in her little portable crib.

Eddie smiled lovingly, looking over the edge of her crib. He climbed into the bed with you, gently laying down beside you. "She been asleep long?" He whispered.

You shook your head, your nose touching his. "Just a few minutes. I fed her and she was exhausted." You smiled, hands running over his shirt, down his arms. He perked up at the movement. "I think we have some time if you want to..." You bit your lip suggestively.

Eddie's eyes flicked from you back to the crib. "Here?" He whispered, ringed finger pressing into the bed.

You rolled your eyes. "We can go in the bathroom." You nodded to the spacious bathroom on the other side of the room. "Just be quiet."

Eddie grinned wide, letting you pull him by his hand towards the bathroom. "You be quiet," He whispered, pressing the door closed softly. "You're always the one screaming."

You rolled your eyes, wiggling your pants off. "Just hurry up." You huffed, tossing your discarded clothes to the ground, bending over the counter.

Eddie grinned, dropping to his knees. He pulled the lacy little thong off, smirking at your choice of panties. "Let me taste you first," Eddie rasped, ringed hands pulling your cheeks apart, revealing your slick puffy lips. He nearly drooled. "'S been too long, baby, let me have a taste."

You bit down on the back of your hand hard, smacking the faucet on, hoping the steady water stream would muffle your whimpers that escaped while Eddie devoured you over the counter. Miraculously, Sephy stayed asleep while Eddie pounded you hard, hips snapping against yours, holding you up to look at you through the mirror, hand around your neck.

He had more adrenaline after that, seeing his cum drip and spill out of your sopping hole. He pushed it back in with his pointer finger, smirking when you whimpered, collapsed over the vanity, cheek pressed to the marble countertop of the bathroom.

Four weeks later, you were sure you'd caught a virus. Stomach lurching and exhausted beyond belief.

Eight months later, that 'virus' was crowning, pushing out of you while you swore and threatened Eddie.

Kensington Klein Munson was born on August 3rd, 1995.

February 1998 - Milan, Italy

You'd been reluctant to go. You knew getting invited to Fashion Week in Milan was a big deal, especially since your long time friend was showcasing his line there, fresh new styles curated for the runway.

"Button, just go," Your mother sighed. "Daddy and I have it covered. We've raised a baby before, and look at you, you turned out just divine."

Still, you were hesitant to leave. You never left your babies often, hating the feeling- it was one you knew all too well. It was only a few days after Persephone's birthday, it felt too soon. And Kensington was going through a particularly nasty clinging stage with you, wailing and sobbing herself to near hyperventilation when you weren't in her sight.

Eddie had coaxed you sweetly, reminding you it's only be for a few days. He knew you didn't want to travel alone, and he too had been invited, so he offered to come with you, leaving your babies with your mom and dad.

You could hardly sit through the plane ride, guilt and nerves making you tight and irritable the entire time.

Eddie pressed sweet kisses into your skin, muttering that it would be ok. You were tense with every passing second. Tense during the pre-show dinner the night before, tight lipped smile and clutching your cell phone tightly. You'd given your hotel number to your parents, and instructed the concierge to forward it to the restaurant immediately if they called.

Even the wine, your favorite from Tuscany, didn't help soothe your nerves. Pouty the whole night, ignoring Eddie's sweet touches. You'd scurried to the phone when they said there was a call for you, nearly knocking over a waitress in the process.

It was your parents calling with the girls, ready to say goodnight. "Oh, Kensie, I know, sweet girl," You cooed sweetly, and Eddie could see your own heart breaking through the phone. "Mama and Daddy will be back so soon, baby angel, I promise."

Eddie rubbed your back soothingly. He could hear Kensie's wails and blubbering over the phone, through the noise of the restaurant. "You're with sissy, and Glammy," You sucked in a breath, fighting an eye roll at your mother's outrageous name she'd chosen for her grand babies to call her. You pulled the phone away, another heart wrenching wail, making your face crumble.

Eddie wrenched the phone out of your grasp lightly, pressing it to his ear. "Is that my sweet Kensie crying?" He cooed lowly into the phone. You pressed closer to hear. Her cries stuttered, shushing temporarily at her father's voice. "That can't be my sweet Kensie crying, is it?"

"It is, dad." Persephone's grumbled voice came from the background. "She hasn't stopped crying." Even at four, she was all attitude. She might have gotten Eddie's look, but he swore she got all your sass.

Eddie bit back a grin. "Sephy, can you hear me too?" He asked. She confirmed. "I need you to be extra sweet to your sister, ok? Mommy and Daddy will be back soon."

"And we'll bring you gifts back if you're good!" You added, yelling into the phone.

Eddie glared at you lightly, rolling his eyes. Persephone seemed excited at the promise. "Kens, Seph, can you both be good for Glammy and Pop-Pop?" His younger self would be raging at the nicknames.

"We'll be good, Daddy, prowmise." Persephone said sweetly through the phone. Eddie's heart swelled.

"Good." He grinned back. "You have good dreams, ok? Call us in the morning." You reached for the phone, pulling it away from his ear.

"Have sweet dreams, my angel babies." You cooed. "Daddy and Mommy love you so much. We miss you so much."

Your mother took the phone, chatting with you for a moment before you hung up, hesitantly, shoulder's deflating in defeat. You looked tired, dull, so unlike yourself. Eddie frowned, his hand circling your waist, pulling you close.

"C'mon," He nodded, pulling you towards the door. "Let's go back to the hotel."

"But-"

"-Tell them I got sick." Eddie shrugged. "I wanna spend some time with you. It's the first night alone we've had in a while."

You smiled gently, wrapping your arms around his torso. He shielded you from the paparazzi, ringed hand shoving cameras when they crowded outside your hotel, shouting at them all the way to the elevator.

When he got you back into the hotel, his hands on your back, smoothing over the fabric of your dress. "You know what we haven't done in a while?" Eddie grinned lightly. You hummed. "You haven't let me tie you up and have my way with you in a while."

Your thighs twitched, pressing together under the dress. "Ed," You let out a breathy sigh, squealing when he pinched the fat of your ass. "Kinda hard to do that when the kids are around."

"Well, the kids aren't around now." Eddie smirked, squeezing and kneading your cheeks. "No one to bother us all week. C'mon..." He was already moving towards you, lips slotting over yours to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, tongue sliding easily into your mouth.

You melted into the kiss, relaxing for the first time since you stepped off the plane. Eddie pulled you closer, fingers splayed out on the small of your back, pressing you farther into him. His lips pulled apart from yours, soft lips pressing into your cheek gently. "C'mon, baby," He rasped into your ear. "Be my good girl."

You perked, eyes meeting his, dark, hungry eyes shining back down at you. You rolled your lips like you were really thinking it over, but your hand was already reaching for your zipper.

"Fine, but only your hand if you spank me." You warned, pointing at him sternly. "We have to sit like all day tomorrow, and I better be able to sit." You glared at him, letting the slinky dress fall to your ankles.

Eddie's grin widened, eyes lighting up with excitement. You smirked, rolling your eyes, climbing on the bed. He fumbled through his bag, pulling out the leather cuffs. You lifted a brow. "So you were planning this?"

Eddie shrugged. "Maybe. Knew we'd be alone. Figured I might as well take advantage of my opportunity." He grinned.

You snorted, rolling on your stomach and letting him cuff you behind your back. Eddie hauled you into his lap, spanking you until your ass blossomed with red splotches and you were crying out. He fucked you hard into the mattress, skin burning and nails raked down his back and shoulder.

You were limping to the show next week, only sitting through your friend's show before disappearing back to the hotel, judgmental looks be damned. Eddie had his way with you the rest of the trip, the two of you refusing to leave the hotel room, fucking hard and nasty like you used to before; before the kids and before the marriage, before you two even liked each other.

You squirmed the entire plane ride home, finding refuge in Eddie's lap while he let you curl up into his chest. You ached between your legs, ass burning, chest littered in hickies you hoped the girls wouldn't see.

Nine months later, you were back in a familiar position, screaming in pain while you pushed out not one, but two babies; twin girls. Eddie nearly fainted at the ultrasound.

Sicily Giselle and Sienna Noelle Munson were born December 1st, 1998.

June 1999 - Sharm El Sheikh, Egypt

It was an anniversary gift, celebrating your wedding date from Farrah. You loved to travel, you and Eddie both, and since you saw the feature on Egypt, you'd wanted to go.

Farrah offered to watch the kids while you and Eddie had a get away, a romantic trip to the beautiful El Fanar Beach. "Just bring me back something nice, ok?" She winked playfully.

Eddie was in paradise, literally. You, him, and a private resort a haven for just the two of you. He'd taken you shopping to the local vendors, and you knew you had to pick up a bottle of perfume. Everyone raved about the fragrance, how decadent and strong it was- one of a kind. You'd fallen in love with one, dousing yourself in it during the trip.

Eddie seemed to like it too, burying his face in your neck, wrists, chest wherever you sprayed it, nuzzling need and sweet into you, inhaling you deeply like he might lose the scent if he didn't. You giggled when he nipped at your neck, loose, flowing linen dress flying around you in the breeze of the balcony.

The water was a gorgeous turquoise, but you hadn't managed to get in it yet. Every time you changed into your swimsuit, Eddie had you crowded around whatever was nearest, bending you over or pushing you against the surface, fucking you deep and slow.

"Ed, please," You whined, his crotch digging mercilessly into you, lips sucking and nipping at the skin of your neck, still raw from earlier. "Please, I-I wanna go to the beach."

"We'll go," Eddie hummed, lips ghosting down your collarbones. "We'll go after, I promise."

"You said that yesterday." You whined, huffing when he toyed with your clit through your swimsuit. "Ed, please-"

"-You just look too good, baby, fuck." Eddie groaned. "Smell too good. They put crack in that perfume. Made you irresistible." He growled, nipping at your ear.

You giggled, relenting when he dropped to his knees, licking you slowly until you were a puddle, sliding down the wall and further onto his tongue, hands gripping his curls.

Eddie went out and bought every bottle they had of that perfume, packing it back over on the plane, his nose still buried deep in your neck.

You blamed the perfume on why you were ringing in the millennium heavily pregnant, sipping soda water instead of champagne with your friends. That damn perfume, but it had a beautiful name, one you passed on to your daughter a month later, saving the original bottle in your safe just for her one day.

Zahra Wayne Munson was born on January 19th, 2000.

March 2007- Las Vegas, Nevada

You felt a little tipsy, stumbling in your stilettos across the marbled floors backstage. It was easier these days to get drunk. Younger you would never believe that you lose your tolerance when you get older, yet here you were thirty-seven, stumbling through The Colosseum at Caesar's Palace.

Corroded Coffin had been retired for years now, since the twins, really. Eddie had agreed to do a few shows, but hung up his guitar, trading it over to be a family man instead. He still dabbled in projects, produced, and some other things to occupy his time, but he wanted to be present with the girls, with you. It shocked the world that the both of you were as dedicated parents as you were.

Now, your oldest was thirteen, your youngest seven. Your little family complete and perfect. You were still reluctant leaving them, even if they were older, but it was a special event. Corroded Coffin live in concert at Caesar's, Eddie couldn't turn it down. And the two of you would never turn down Vegas, no matter how mature you were.

"Hey there, sexy mama." Eddie slurred, drunk and flirty. You giggled, gripping onto this leather clad arm. The show had ended hours ago, the after party raging on into the early morning.

"What're you doin'?" You giggled, watching him grab at your ass, hand ducking under your dress to squeeze your cheeks harsh.

"You just look so fuckin' good baby, goddam," Eddie grinned, swaying with you in his arms. "You're so pretty. So pretty."

You snorted. "You're horny." You grinned, feeling his half hard dick against you.

Eddie rolled his tongue over his cheek. "You're right. Can you blame me? With how good you look?"

You blushed, arms circling around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "I think-I think you look really pretty too." You smiled, nuzzling your nose against the scruff of his cheeks.

He pulled you in closer at the waist, hands still firm on your ass. You knew you were too old to be acting like this, you were parents and adults, you should behave. But you couldn't get enough of him. A little over fifteen years together, five babies, and you still couldn't get enough; that might be why you had the five babies.

"I think," Eddie whispered into your ear. "I think we should go to the bathroom." His eyes lit up suggestively.

"The bathroom?" You asked, giggling.

He was already waltzing you through the crowd, towards the private restrooms in the back. He'd had you already in the dressing room, you dropped to your knees when he came in, sucking him off until he fucked you hard over the table. Just like when you were younger, when everything was new and exciting.

He was insatiable then and still now, that never changed.

The bathroom door clicked with a lock, spacious and extravagant like the rest of the room was. Eddie hoisted you up on the bathroom counter, hands roaming every square inch of your body, needy and slipping under the fabric of your dress. You giggled, throwing your head back on the mirror, letting his fingers work you open.

He pulled your thong down, black lace with 'CC' crocheted on the front; a true artifact, made in 1992 when you went to your first Corroded Coffin concert. He fucked you back stage, and you surprised him with it. Somehow, your panties made their way into the lyric pages of their next CD.

Eddie laughed, holding them up by the band, eyes widening back at you. You blushed, shrugging gently. "Surprise, baby." You giggled. "I thought you'd see them earlier."

Eddie groaned loudly, tying his hair up with the thong before plunging head first between your legs. You squealed and gasped and writhed on the counter, his hands gripping your waist hard holding you into place.

He fucked you in the bathroom, trapping you against the wall, hips snapping into yours while you grabbed at his ass. There was no need for birth control, condoms, or having him pull out. He'd gotten a vasectomy after Zahra, you were done having babies, giving up on having your boy and accepting having all beautiful girls.

Or so you thought.

You returned to Los Angeles with more than just a hangover. The Las Vegas night was truly one you'd never forget, even if you didn't exactly remember everything, because- to both of your surprises, your urine test came back positive.

Vega Jo Munson was born October 29th, 2007.

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honeykaes · 2 years

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—𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

✦ pairing: zhongli x reader ; some diluc x reader & venti x reader

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ w/c: 2.2k

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, casino harem au, use of alcohol, jealousy sex, cunniligus, fingering, some temperture play, doggy-style, creampie, unedited

✦ summary: after exploring and enjoying your time at the golden celeste hotel in las vegas owned by the one and only zhongli, he comes searching for you with something clearly plaguing his mind

✦ a/n: welcome to kinktober everyone! hope you enjoy!

Jazz music played throughout the loudspeakers of the casino, almost drowned out by the laughter occurring by the crowd on the floor. Golden arches glowed under the fluorescent hues of the light, the ceiling above painted above as if it were the sky of the heavens itself.

People decorated in their best fits, from stylish pantsuits to the tightest little dresses that hugged every curve of the body. Some sat on each other’s laps, clapping as they pulled the slot machine down hoping to see those magic three numbers glaring down. Others leaned against the player's table, laughing in glee as they put another wad of cash down as the dealers slide them a neck set of cards for whatever match they were in.

And this was only on the show floor. There were always many things to do at the Golden Celeste, the best and most well-known casino and resort throughout the world. Some would be at the bar hoping to get a taste of the famous Ragvinder’s concoctions. Others were lined up in restaurants, moaning in absolute pleasure getting to taste the world-renowned Kaedehara’s foods. And some were bouncing to the rhyme of the music like the famous DJ, Venti made the stage a party no one wanted to stop.

For most, it was a fantasy playground for them to experience for about a week, but for you, it would be your forever—thanks to the various connections you had made along the way.

You walked in strides, in your luxurious outfit laughing as two men stood beside you. Diluc, the red-headed bartender walked next to you, large palms brushing against your own every now and again trying to hype himself up to finally weave his fingers with your own. Venti, the other man next to you, leaned against your side, arm lazily around your waist with a grin beaming from his pale face.

And these were only two men of your copious connections here.

“Come on, come on! You have to join me on stage tonight. I even got a few of Kaeya’s peeps coming for the visuals. He’ll be there too!~ So you have to come, come! Come!” Venti whined out. Diluc only sighed, rolling his eyes.

“If you’re looking for a more enjoyable night, than those drunkards, we have a private wine tasting event. Some of the best wine throughout the world will get to be yours to enjoy, love,” he mumbled. Venti puffed his cheeks out and poked his tongue out in a childish manner.

“Of course, you do this when I have a scheduled event! Why didn’t you invite me, Diluc!” Venti grumbled as the three of you walked by the elevator

Just as Diluc was about to give a retort, a ding rang out from the machine—doors opening up to reveal Zhongli there. His stoic eyes widened slightly, recognizing the three of you before his thin lips curved into a smile.

“Ah, just who I was looking for,” Zhongli murmured. The two men beside you narrowed their eyes as Zhongli grabbed your hand, pressing his lips on the top of it—gloved thumb tenderly stroking your fingers.

“I wanted to see if I could have you to myself tonight. It seems that you might have, other plans, but I hope to convince you nonetheless,” he stated. Venti sighed, wanting to complain but the shorter male only frown and pulled up his phone as if to ignore the casino owner. Diluc, on the other hand, simply turned his head to you—silently questioning your choice.

A sigh escaped your lips before you put on a smile, pressing your palm on Diluc’s cheek.

“I think it’s best if I go with him. I’ll catch up with you sometime later Diluc,” you said, letting his now redden cheek go.

“I’ll see you later Venti. Good luck on the show and tell Kaeya, we’ll schedule something soon,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his forehead.

Zhongli put his arm out towards you, and you took it and headed back to the elevator. He pressed a keycard on the base of it, and pressed the highest floor given, the penthouse suite, before the doors slowly closed, leaving you and Zhongli together, alone.

Your eyes drifted to Zhongli’s figure, the prestigious man who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand. His golden eyes focused on the doors, his foot slightly tapping along with the quaint slow jazz music playing in the elevator. A pricy brown suit adorned his body, perfectly fitted to show off his sculpted form.

Even though his arm wrapped around at your waist, hands slowly caressing at the edges of your hips, he still felt distant from you in a way. Typically Zhongli was known for small chatting, which would drag on for hours on what varying topic recently caught his eye, but he remained quiet and stoic.

You could only gulp trying to ease your beating heart, noticing you were finally almost to the penthouse suite. As the elevator once again dinged, signaling your arrival, Zhongli escorted to you your room—once again flashing that key card as the two of you made yourself comfortable.

As the door closed, you made your way over to the bedroom—where Zhongli followed. Grabbing a sparkling Decatur, Zhongli screwed the crystal on top off, pouring a glass of his favorite whiskey. Placing the item down. His eyes flickered to you, noticing you were watching him as his lips curved into a smile.

“Did you want me to fix you a drink? Forgive me for not asking earlier,” Zhongli asked. You shook your head, as Zhongli hummed in response, taking a sip of the bitter liquid before placing it on a coaster on the bedside table. He soon walked in front of you, hand reaching up to tenderly clasp your chin.

“...I’m curious, so forgive me if this is out of the blue but, how have you been enjoying your stay here at my casino?” Zhongli murmured, thumb pressed along your bottom lip. Your body shivered, feeling his cold silver ring on that digit.

“I’ve really enjoyed my whole experience here, you know that Zhongli. Everyone is so kind to me and lovely. It’s like a dream I never want to wake up from,” you murmured, playing with a stray hair out of nervousness. Your eyes shot away from him, lips curling downwards.

“Are you, by chance…jealous, Zhongli?” you questioned. Zhongli began to cough, caught off guard by your question before clearing his throat and masking it with a chuckle. He tapped on your lips again, getting your eyes to look back at his. He slowly weaved his hands with your own, bringing you up to the bed and close to his firm chest.

“Hmm…I don’t think jealous is the right word for what I’m feeling right now,” Zhongli admitted, hands slowly tugging on your outfit. You could hear the zipper begin to pull down, cool air touching your once-covered skin.

“...More like, I feel neglected, in a way,” he finished. Your lips quivered hearing the zipper pull down and down revealing more and more of your body. The outfit, now not tightened against your form, easily slipped off and pooled own to your feet— revealing your nude chest to him. His lips pressed against the shell of your ear, warm breath leaving the hairs on your body alert.

“I just need you to pay a little more attention to me is all,” he whispered. He leaned away, eyes taking in the beautiful form of your figure. Zhongli slowly guides you to sit on the bed, his gloved hands pressed on both of your soft thighs, letting his knees rest on the ground.

Zhongli inched close, gradually taking your underwear down to the floor. Ribbons of your slick clung onto the fabric, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of your cunt already drooling for him. Protruding out the flat of his tongue, Zhongli pressed it against your folds feeling you jolt by the sudden pleasure wavering throughout your body. The muscles soon finds itself swirling around the bud. A moan escaped your lips—to his pleasure—before he began to continuously swipe against your clit.

Your hands soon darted out, grabbing onto Zhongli’s silken brown locks. His lips pressed against the sensitive nub as a kiss, as he soon sucked on it—lapping up all the juices managing to escape out of your velvety folds.

As he felt your thighs quiver at his nonstop ministration on your clit, his two fingers, covered in his leather gloves pressed against your entrance, slowly sinking themselves in. You’re body jolted once more, noting the odd coldness from his ring pressing against your folds before his name left your lips once more, feeling his finger plunged inside of you. His digits curled continuously, massaging against the spongy insides causing you to tighten and cave onto his fingers.

The sound of Zhongli slurping, as you swiped and flicked onto your needy clit and knuckle deep within you, started to make your stomach churn. The grip on his hair grew tighter as your thighs slowly pulled in, pressing against the side of Zhongli’s face. He caught only grab onto one, gloved nails digging into the side as to not strangle him—eyes shut tight— as he was so focused on getting you to cum.

His name once more shot out throughout the room. Your body tried convulsing in pleasure, but was held down by Zhongli’s grip, a smirk adorning his glossy lips stained with your essence. As you tried catching your breath, you tried to stop yourself from whining feeling Zhongli’s long fingers finally leave your cunt.

His tongue strode along the wet substances on the glove. He removed his ring, letting it all onto the floor before biting down on the leather and removing it from his hands altogether. His other glove soon found itself in the same state. Zhongli slowly disrobed himself as your eyes slightly widen, noting the intricate tattoos adorned on Zhongli’s muscled arms. You never expected a man such as himself to have so much art on his body.

He soon found himself on top of you, slowly positioning you to lay on your stomach—knees and elbows up, showing off your essence cascading down your inner thighs. Zhongli pressed his heavy cock against your slit, letting the tip nudge against your overstimulated clit, eliciting a yelp from you. Tapping on your wet folds and gathering up the slick, Zhongli let his cock slowly dip in, sliding inside of you.

A deep groan emitted from him as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, feeling your walls stretching out to accommodate his hefty length. As he bottomed out, his hands found their way to your waist. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you, drilling his cock inside of you. Your whole body moved to the rugged pace, cock feeling you up so deeply you swore you could feel his tip pressing against your cervix.

His eyes wandered, watching the fat of your ass shake with every deep stroke he gave, his hand beginning to maneuver under you, rubbing circles on your clit.

Your body couldn’t keep up with the pleasure once he began hitting the spongy part inside of you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. With your mouth again, calling his name repeatedly, your upper body strength waned—letting your head fall straight to the bed, your ass even higher in the air for him to try to get deeper inside of you.

His large hand grabbed onto the globe of your ass to the side, watching his cock plunge inside at a rapid pace. Your supple inside began caving down on your cock, as Zhongli clenched his jaw tightly—having a harder time thrusting inside of you. With his heavy balls smacking inside of you, you soon dug your fingers tightly against the silk sheets screaming his name, your body tensing and shivering in pleasure as you reached your high.

With one last stroke deep inside of you, thick ropes of cum spurted out of him, groaning as his hips jerked a few times as he emptied himself out. His softening cock slowly left you, snapping the string of cum that once connected itself with his tip and your folds. It didn’t take long for a small river of his cum to drip from you, as you finally let your lower form fall to the sheets—trying to catch your breath.

Zhongli hummed, laying down beside you. His large tattooed arms wrapped around your form, guiding your head to rest on your chest. The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air adorned by your favorite scent and Zhongli’s cologne. You found yourself calming yourself from your high from his heartbeat, echoing out from his chest at a steady pace, feeling his hand stroke your bare back. His lips pressed against your hair, lips curled into a smile.

“...I think jealous was the right word,” you tiredly mumbled. Zhongli simply chuckles, not saying a word in response. With a sigh, you press your hot face against his chest once more.

“...I’d never forget the person who gave me such an opportunity, Zhongli. You were my first and you’ll always be my first. I’ll do better to remind you when you forget,” you whispered, voice muffled against his toned skin.

Zhongli lifted his hand to caress your cheek, eyes softened further at your fatigued form.

“I’ll try to remember that, qīn ài de”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #zhongli imagines #zhongli scenarios #zhongli x you

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haee-elia · 6 months

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spence-tober: day 23 - sommelier

pairing: sommelier!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which your friend's bachelorette weekend ends with the handsome sommelier's number in your phone

word count: 1896

warnings: alcohol, drinking, a woman (not reader) coming onto spencer

spence-tober masterlist

Unlike some of the other fellow women in the bachelorette party, you were grateful that your best friend, the bride, decided for a more classy approach for her bachelorette weekend.

Although, really anything would be more classy than renting male strippers in Las Vegas and wearing pink feather boas and fake plastic tiaras and getting hammered.

You had also agreed to take any blame for the complains of the other bridesmaids in the party for planning a chill weekend at a nice wine vineyard so your friend could get off scot free.

Perhaps it was the bad memories of vodka and tequila in your 20s that turned the both of you off a bachelorette in Vegas, but you were glad to indulge her wishes for a ‘classier’ bachelorette weekend.

It was just this morning that the whole party had taken a small shuttle bus to the vineyard about two hours away and you were glad to see the tension of your friend’s shoulders lessen as she stepped off the bus. The wedding planning had been hectic for her and you were just happy to relieve some of the burden by taking care of most of the bridesmaids dibacles. After all, you were her maid of honor.

Today on the agenda you had planned, you’d all tour around the beautiful vineyard that stretched on for acres and acres and then have a private wine tasting before retiring for the night to your own devices.

The tour had been absolutely stunning. Seeing the grapes on the vines, just rows and rows of crops for the eyes to see. Then you had seen the large wine cellars where it ages and some of the rooms with large machinery where it was processed and actually turned into wine.

You had picked this specific vineyard because it was on the smaller scale and would be a more intimate experience for your small group. The owners, Jennifer Jareau and Will LaMontagne, greeted you as you arrived off your shuttle. They’re not too much older than you despite owning and operating a small scale wine vineyard.

Your face burned with embarrassment when one of your fellow bridesmaids tried to flirt with Will and was glad when Jennifer didn’t seem too offended by her actions. She was soon warded off with the glimmering of the couple’s matching wedding rings and their adorable 5-year old son who wanted to help show you all to your lodgings.

Your tour guide, however, was not so lucky to escape the flirtations and comments from the rogue bridesmaid. Poor Spencer Reid, you thought quite often as he guided your group around the vineyard. The one bridesmaid was spurned on with confidence when some of the other girls giggled at her comments which were down right dirty.

How Spencer didn’t turn as red as a tomato when she commented about the sizes of the grapes on the vine and then grabbed them in a very very weird way is beyond you. Because you certainly lit up like a Christmas tree.

After finishing the tour, you were beginning to dread the wine tasting and how adding alcohol to the risque girl would be a good idea.

Luckily it so far seemed like she was a quiet drunk and instead left to flock to the rest of the bridesmaids’ sides for the majority of the wine tasting.

As your friends chatted over tasting a few glasses of red wine, you veer off over to the bar where Spencer, your tour guide and sommelier, was polishing wine glasses.

You understand why the bridesmaid was trying to get attention. The man was downright beautiful with his chocolate brown eyes and chiseled jawline. His scruff and wild hair only added to the handsomeness of the tall, slender, man.

“Hi,” You say, getting the man’s attention. You can feel your cheeks warming up with second hand embarrassment, “I just wanted to apologize for my friend over there.”

You point behind yourself to the table where she sits, quietly (thankfully) nursing a glass of red wine. “What she said is completely inappropriate and I understand if you don’t feel comfortable taking care of our group for the rest of our weekend here.”

He smiles at you, gratefully, “It’s okay.” Spencer says shaking his head.

“No,” You reiterate, “It’s really not. I’ll try to keep her away from you and manage her better. That’s really just how she is, but that doesn’t excuse her behavior.” You promise.

He doesn’t comment on your response but instead gives you a smile and puts down the cloth and glass in hand. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asks, gesturing his hand to the wall of wine bottles.

You shake your head, “No, that’s okay. I’m good for now.”

“You’re not a wine drinker?” He inquires curiously.

Shaking your head again, you answer, “I’d just rather stay sober. Make sure everything goes okay tonight and all.” You send him a nervous smile.

This was your first time being the maid of honor for anybody and you just wanted to make sure your friend didn’t have to stress about anything and that she would have a perfect time leading up to her wedding.

“Designated driver?” He guesses.

“More like maid of honor.” You correct lightly.

“Ah,” Spencer says, hands dipping underneath the bar, “So you planned this weekend, then?”

You nod, “Yep! I just wanted to make sure everyone had a fun time.”

Turning your head to glance back to your friend group, your cheeks burn a little in embarrassment when your friend and bride to be wiggles her eyebrows at you and throws you a thumbs up in encouragement.

Thankfully, Spencer was busy mixing up a drink in a smaller tumbler style glass for you and you hope he didn’t see the way your friend was making eyes at the two of you.

“Here, try this,” Spencer says, offering you the drink in his hand.

The drink is a bit bubbly and has a red tint, but is transparent in color and topped with a small sprig of what you identify to be rosemary.

You take it in your hand, but shoot him an inquistive look.

“It’s just club soda, cranberry juice, and a splash of lemon juice.” Spencer informs you, keeping his eyes on you as you take a light sip of the drink.

“Hm!” You noise in delight, looking down at the drink. “That’s pretty good. Refreshing.” You describe, “Why do you have so many mixers in a wine bar?” You question, non-accusingly.

Spencer shrugs and goes back to polishing some wine glasses, putting them back on a holding rack when done. “I used to be a bartender before JJ and Will opened the vineyard to tourists. When they book events, I can still work the bar.”

“So you’re friends with the owners?”

He smiles, like he’s thinking back at precious memories, “Yeah, JJ and I used to work at the same bar. Then they got married and saved enough money to buy a small vineyard. I didn’t want to bartend forever, people get rowdy and wasted every night. So they offered me a job and I took it.”

“That sounds nice.” You comment, then looking back at your friend group again. “But I’m sure you’re still around rowdy drunks every now and then.”

Spencer chuckles at your observation. “Not nearly as often anymore.”

You both laugh a little.

“You know, you didn’t have to apologize for your friend back there.” Spencer tells you, although a grateful expression remains on his face.

You shake your head in disagreement, “No, I did. I booked this weekend and I’m responsible for my group. If I thought I could get her to apologize, I would, but she would likely just flirt with you again. You shouldn’t be subjected to that when you’re just doing your job.”

“Well, thank you.” Spencer says genuinely, “It’s happened more times than you think.”

“Rich wine snobs?” You guess with a knowing smile.

He nods and a grin appears on his face, “Right on the nose. How’d you know?”

“I work in event planning.” You reveal, you take your finger and roam it about the rim of the glass as you talk to Spencer.

He’s propped up against the bar now done with polishing glasses. He’s leaned up against the tall wooden counter and you also realize you’re leaning forward as well. Spencer’s very tall, as he’s standing against the bar top he still towers over you as you sit on a bar stool talking to him.

As you are reminded of the reason you are at the vineyard, you glance once again back to the table of bridesmaids and see them having fun amongst themselves, mixing different glasses of red wine together.

You feel comfortable enough to leave them to their own devices while you talk to Spencer and feel yourself relax a bit not having to worry about the party of women.

“Oh, did you plan your friend’s wedding as well?” Spencer inquires.

You shake your head back and forth, “No, I usually stick to smaller events. Weddings are way too stressful. I’d rather deal with a rich wine snob over a bride or groomzilla any day.”

“Really?” He asks surprised.

You nod and confirm, “Yep, you would not believe some of the horror stories I’ve heard.”

The both of you share a laugh and Spencer leans in a little closer, but hesitates at first, unsure of himself. “Do you live in the area?” He asks cautiously.

You look at him with a slightly confused expression on your face, “Sort of. Why?” You answer vaguely.

He bashfully continues on, “If you’re looking for more work, JJ and Will have been looking for someone to handle the event side of the vineyard. They wanna focus on the wine production part.”

“Oh.” You can only find yourself saying.

“We’re a really small team and don’t have a lot of people full time here, but it’s good work and you’d really only have to come in half the time.” Spencer explains a bit more. Then he leans away from you, searching around the bar for a small cocktail napkin.

He pats his pockets until he draws out a pen and scribbles on the small piece of paper napkin, then handing it to you.

“Go ahead and enjoy the rest of your weekend, but, um, if you’re interested you can contact JJ or Will or, uh, me.”

You accept the napkin from him and look at it, intrigued by the offer. Limiting yourself to smaller scale events led to you usually being busy closer to holidays so it was a good offer. You couldn’t promise him anything yet, especially without talking to the owners, but you’d think about it.

“Thanks.” You say simply.

“And,” Spencer adds on, “just so you know, I wouldn’t be averse to getting to know you outside of work and all either.”

His cheeks and the tips of his ears redden as he looks down at the bar top. You steal a glance at his flushed face and then also steel your gaze downwards when he catches you staring.

Your rowdy friends eagerly and loudly beckon you back to the table and you leave Spencer behind the bar, but not before thumbing delicately at the corner of the napkin with his number on it.

a/n: this was hard to think of an ending but i hope this classifies as a meet cute? i originally ended this with him asking her out but thought that would be a tad inappropriate when he's supposed to be working so i changed it to be a bit more ambiguous. i have another blurb or hc in mind with this pairing so you might see it again...

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds fic #spencer reid au #spencer reid fanfic

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maximumwobblerbanditdonut · 6 months

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SH is getting ready for the wine & food festival in Manhattan! at the HRPK's Pier 76 this week. The interesting thing is that Sam knows very well the host, Southern Glazer’s Wine & Spirit, and Lee Brian Schrager. Is this a coincidence?

Lee Brian Schrager, who is also the Senior Vice President of Southern Glazer's Wine & Spirit of America (SGWSA). He has worked primarily with Food Network South Beach and New York City Wine and Food Festivals. If you haven’t heard of Schrager, a little dive into SH’s photo with him in Coconut Grove -Miami will give you a better understanding of why Sassenach whisky is in NEW YORK CITY WINE & FOOD FESTIVAL and why SH participate in all surrounding Southern Glazer's Wine & Spirit.

Why SH was invited to the Keepers of the Quaich event as a highlight, this question could be answered with another question.

Do you remember SH night dinner at Mr C in Miami - in Coconut Grove with Lee Brian Schrager* Senior Vice President of Southern Glazer's Wine and Spirits, LLC.

Well, one of the Keepers of the Quaich - USA (KOTQUSA) members is Vice President Wayne E. Chaplin, CEO of Southern Glazer's Wine and Spirits. Southern Glazers Wines and Spirits is SH’s alcohol distributor 🥃 🍸 in the United States, with operations in 44 states. Sam's activities in the USA 🇺🇸 are related to Southern Glazers Wine and Spirits, including his quick participation in the @tales_of_the_cocktail event and the podcast in New Orleans.

Founder/Director of SOBEWFF Lee Brian Schrager, and President/CEO of Southern Glazer’s Wine & Spirits of America Wayne E. Chaplin

The most interesting thing is the rival of Southern Glazers Wine and Spirits in the alcohol business is no less than ... Total Wine & More, and Sam plays the game of both sides.

Well, how very convenient, because that's just exactly what he is looking for.

* Lee Brian Schrager Senior Vice President of Communications and Corporate Social Responsibility at Southern Glazer's Wine and Spirits, LLC.

@imahalfemptykindofgirl Aye!, I saw it. SH might have the same Top Shelf Las Vegas staff with Chrissy Beaudette Tinelli showing visitors his SS drink, but Reservebar still insists on one thing in particular: that his fans buy his booze 🥃🍸🫤

@imahalfemptykindofgirl Probably the same effect as in Las Vegas 😴 It’s too expensive for a Blended whisky!. A whisky that would disappear without the name Sam Heughan . The Macallan Sherry Oak 12 Years Old Single Malt Whisky is cheaper than SS whisky - $92.00

ReserveBar- The Macallan Sherry Oak 12 Years Old Single Malt Whisky - $92.00

SS whisky at Master of Malt costs £81.95 equals $99.36 US dollars. Why do you pay? 💰 $141.99 equals £117.11 for a blended whisky, tax and shipping. It’s not a lighter whisky. 🥃 The whisky is described as smooth and you cannot taste the fruity notes. ReserveBar makes business at the expense of the naïves who believe everything Sam says obsessively.

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a-halo-for-you · 6 months

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Conversations with Faith

A woman in a red silk robe stared out from her balcony over the expanse of Las Vegas, soaking up the moonlight and pure sin that radiated from across the city.

“Wonderful evening is it not?”

Demon paused where her glass of red rested at her lips, eyes glancing over to the familiar silhouette of her… acquaintance, Angel.

“I suppose you could say that.” She responded dryly as he helped himself to the drinks table, her eyes analysing his form carefully.

He shone as usual, a soft glow emitting his celestial power, the white loose button up and slacks different from his usual suit indicating he was now off duty, no business was to be done between them now. Demon relaxed slightly, leaning back in her sunchair and Angel came to sit beside her.

“Prosecco or champagne?”

“Sherry actually,” Angel lifted his flute glass to her, giddily smug and she rolled her eyes before clinking her glass with his.

The silence grew long between them, Demon hated small talk and Angel enjoyed listening to the humans. But Demon was slowly growing restless and as the wind picked up slightly, tugging at the silk of her robe she turned to look at Angel.

“You’ve heard of the plans haven’t you?” She asked softly, tensing up as Angel blinked rapidly. He had.

“Well…” He took a sip of his sherry and when it became obvious Angel wouldn’t look at her she turned away, staring out at the numerous hotels and casinos that dotted the land.

“This place is doomed then,” Demon smacked her lips together, the bitterness of her temper ruining the taste of her wine and she put it down.

“No it’s not, you should have more faith. These humans know what they’re doing, it’s a great voyage of knowledge they’re on the precipice of, we shouldn’t squander their chances for success.” Angel jumped to the humans' defence, predictable which Demon would usually find cute but not today.

“‘Their chances for success?’ at ruining their lives and the planet? Sure, sure,” Demon drawled, “We won’t need to have a battle between the Hells and the Heavens if they bring on their own demise themselves.”

Angel sighed, sitting up straight and turning to her, “Must you always be such a pessimist?”

“Yes, I must.” Demon snarked and she sat up as well, definitely ignoring the way their knees brushed slightly as she rested her feet on the floor. “You know as well as I do how easy it is to tempt humans onto the evil path, whispering into all those corporate heads, tugging their strings like marionette dolls. Look at what happened to that Titanic attraction.”

She hadn’t meant to raise her voice but when she finished she noticed how Angel swallowed, brown eyes growing sad and Demon sighed, the venom in her fading with her anger.

“I’m just warning you, as far as I can tell AI is ruining jobs for people already and you know humans don’t like it when their money is messed with.” Demon stood and Angel knocked back the rest of his sherry before standing with her.

She wandered over to the balcony edge, leaning against the glass, letting every morbid thought make its way into the open. “We could start it now, you know? The war, end the trouble before it even begins-”

“How are you always seeing the worst in things?” Angel interrupted her and Demon turned in muted surprise, he stood with his arms crossed and brow stern. “Don’t you see how much this could bring for the world? New algorithms and possibilities that I’ll admit aren’t at all my expertise, but- but the imaginations and creativity of the humans, that is their power and with it I believe that they will do as much good with it as possible.”

“‘Believe’,” Demon sighed with an aching in her chest that she furiously needed to drown, she strided back for her glass of wine and gulped it down, the taste acrid on her tongue.

“Yes, believe. I understand you don’t have much of that in you left but have we truly spent so long gardening and weathering this world for the sake of the humans themselves to ruin it? I don’t think so. Every downfall, every failure, every loss has been a lesson for them, with the wars and the atomic bomb, with the plagues and most recently Covid-19. Surely, they will learn from the failures of AI too?” Angel finished his sermon with that twinkle of hope in his eyes that Demon had lost long ago.

“I don’t know Angel,” Demon admitted, “And I don’t know if I’m ready to find out.”

Angel stepped closer, the wind ruffling his clothes and Demon could see the faint trace of his aura glowing.

“We must have faith, if not in the humans then in God-”

“Losing my faith is exactly why I’m here and you are there.” Demon glared, “I will not be schooled on where to place my faith.”

“I wasn’t trying to… It was not my intention to overstep, I just mean to lift your spirits is all,” Angel placated immediately, always so gentle, always so calm. Demon didn’t hate it as much as she told herself she did.

“How can you not understand my fears? I suppose you are guarded by the light of your God, you do not see what I see.” Demon stepped closer to him, careful to keep her voice gentle. “If this world ends, then there is no place for us. No more good or bad, no more angels or demons. No more…possibilities.”

Green eyes met brown in a desperate attempt to create understanding but Angel avoided her in flustered blinks and turned away slightly, ears reddening by her insinuations.

“You don’t know that.” He all but whispered to the floor and Demon looked to the sky.

“Then tell me, other than your faith in God what do you know?”

Silence.

Then a touch, a hand holding hers, their fingers interlocking. “Us.”

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So I originally wrote this for an anthology but then decided not to submit it because I felt it was too fanficy? That's likely not a word- Anyway I figured I should do something with it cause I kinda like it so here it is. What kind of demon and angel ocs do you guys like to make?

Influences: Inspired by the song Forever Endeavour by The Altogether. Wondering what Demons and Angels think about AI rather than the Gods as well as my opinions on AI. Also, if not obvious enough, inspired by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s Good Omens.

Also- I had a 1000 word limit for this which is why the ending is a bit short, I didn't want to change it and unneedlessly waffle on trying to find an end so I left it as is.

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orbitalpirate · 1 month

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🐑 with the tags Richard Montular/Jan Maas, Moe Bumbercatch /Isaac McAdoo, accidental baby acquisition, canon divergence, and hangovers

🐑 send me a fake set of fic tags, and I’ll try to come up with a summary for it!

Oooooh okay I love this, I'm going hangover AU I mean it's the obvious answer

Jan hadn't even wanted a bachelor party. Then he found out his fiance invited all their friends to a wine tasting without him under the guise that it was his bachelor party. Never to be outdone, Jan bought Isaac, Bumbercatch, Thierry, Colin, Jamie, Sam, Dani, and himself plane tickets and a suite in Las Vegas. When they all wake up with no memory of the previous night, Thierry missing teeth, a baby in Jamie's bed, Moe and Isaac wearing wedding rings, and Colin Hughes missing, they knew something somewhere along the way had gone tits up.

#asks #thank you for the ask!

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FOR THE RICHARD SIKEN LINES: would love to see you do 12? :)

I'm making this about las vegas boreo because of fucking course I am

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"Boris, you drink almost exclusively vodka. And beer."

Offensive beginning to a discussion of alcohol, honestly.

"Potter. I told you all the places I have lived and you think I only drink vodka? And beer? Serious?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? You've never even mentioned what it was like in half the countries you've lived in. ..hey, wait, where are you going?"

"To see what I can make from the shit in your kitchen."

There was not much. Cheap beer. Using old oranges and red wine from plastic bottle would piss off the Spanish bartender in Poland. I'll take what I can get.

Some oranges were too old. All of them, really. There was maybe one decent. I cut that one up, threw it in the warm wine from plastic bottle, it was the worst sangria anyone has made.

"Hey, Potter, come get your stupid fucking drink!"

"What the mother fuck is that?"

"...Culture."

He scrunched his face at me. "Boris, what?"

"Just drink it. You're the one who can't take vodka, not me."

He flipped me off, grabbed his drink, went to table.

I flipped him off, grabbed oranges, and followed.

We sat, looking at each other awhile.

"Honestly, the way you're staring at me is really making me not want to drink this."

"Fucking drink it. I had to make it for you."

He glared at me, but gave in. He raised the glass to his lips--

"WHAT THE FUCK-" he sputtered, gagging. "what even IS this, oh my go- ow, what the shit??"

I grinned, threw another orange, with victorious shout, "Headshot!"

"Stop- Boris, you fucker!"

"Worse than vodka, eh?"

Theo laughed, pretty in the light as we were laying on floor. "Tasted like shit. What even was that??"

"A disgrace to sangria. Not my fault, was only wine from plastic bottle. And the rotting oranges." I knocked my arm against his. "Sometime, will make you real sangria. we get fruit from store, find good wine, I make it, you stop complaining about vodka, eh?"

"Oh, fuck off." He turned his head to me. "But yeah. Next time I get to throw oranges too, though."

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#okay this is not high quality #was relatively low effort #but I really liked writing it. so.#thank you juno <3 #juno 🌌#boreo #vegas era #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #boris and theo #tgf #the goldfinch #ry writes

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kahayaya · 1 year

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04/07/2023

Wow its been a while since almost a year ago.

A lot has changed the past year and there’s lots of ground to cover that I don’t think I can encapsulate within this post. So I’ll do my best to highlight what is on the top of my head today.

Why diary now?

Well figured do a little check with myself and I wanted to jot down my thoughts. Its kind of random but felt like today is a good day to write down my updates.

Work

Big things with work. As of December 2023, I have converted Full Time with my job and no longer under contract. I would say a huge thing as I did technically get a pay raise but since I’m now working under California, I get taxed. So roughly I take home the same amount from my contract, with slightly more. Work overall is not bad. Definitely feels like I’m doing my job and ever so slowly learning new things. I’ve gotten the understanding of what I should be doing and I can do it quick without asking for much help. So now I’m just working on another project that is related to ETL work and my work is a lot quicker than last year. I feel very competent at what I’m doing but looking forward, I want to see how I can progress within the software engineering world. For now I have planned to finish the project I’m working on and do a self check in on if I can move either forward with another project that is more lead by me or find another medium for a job. So time wise, i’d say another year.

Social Life

Life has been good to me recently. I took a quick peek at my last post and the title was loneliness. Through that rest of the year, I was lucky to stumble across friends that are mutual with Daniel from USF. I’ve played a lot of video games with them and got to know them better. They are all LA based and are from there. There have been numerous times where I have went to LA that had raves that we went to or a little hangout spot before I went to Vegas. Last december I went to Lake Tahoe with some of them. Last week some of them came up to SF to hangout and we also went to Napa for wine tasting. I’ve also hung out more with Carmen and her little, Josh. They are probably the closest thing to having people in proximity that I can ask to hangout with. I’ve also got to meet some of Josh’s mutuals and they are pretty cool to hang with. Kass has also left to HK for her work and this happened in October. We still keep in touch every now and then but she is coming back for her birthday in September. Looking forward to that. Aside from that, I’ve also learned to find new things to do own my own so I don’t rely on others to have my social fun. Recently I’ve been cooking at home, which is really fun and takes my mind off of the boredom. With the cooking, I have brought it to friends to try and that also revolved around my social meetings with friends. It makes me feel cook to cook for myself and for others to try my cooking. They really like the cooking so it makes me feel good. So as of today I’ve been exploring new recipes to cook and have been making Joshua Weissman’s recipes. A very fun way to cook and the recipes make me understand ingredient use and ways of cooking. There still more for me to explore and sometime this week I wanted to try making tiramisu.

Family:

My dad recently got surgery. That went well and I went back to vegas to help around. He’s walking around and he said the pain is not there. But now my mom is going surgery and its p big. My brother is planning to go back and assist with my family. So I hope all goes well with my mom’s surgery. My brother is also expecting a child, so Im going to be an uncle. Exciting. Weird to think but looking forward to being an uncle.

Also gonna wrap up as I have to do things but thought I’d note of things in life but today is going well. IDK when I’ll post again but maybe a big life change.

Cheers

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priorysociety · 1 year

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Yay, we came back to Joel Robuchon for some yummy food. This time we sat on the terrace. Its not a real outside patio but it's decorated in a very realistic manner. We enjoyed the vantage point of being able to see the entire main dining room throu the large double doors. Tonight we cracked open a bottle of red wine by Gerard Betrand & ordered the tasting menu. That Degustation menu is like 12 courses when you count the bread card and the dessert "miniardis" cart. Everything was delicious. I'll upload a video of the hot tea service that I got with dessert. A staff member brought over a cart with fresh herbs growing in canisters. They asked me what flavors I wanted and the cut the herbs tableside. They made an infusion & brought it back to the table. Their service is AMAZING. I'm very happy that my husband brought back me to my 2nd favorite place in Las Vegas. If you have a celebration or special event coming up... you should check it out. (at Joel Robuchon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CniUDPzvEQP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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careerarm2-blog · 2 years

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May 15 - Gatlinburg, Tennessee

Today we spent most of the day driving. It took 3 hours from Renfro Valley, Kentucky to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. It is mostly straight freeway, bordered by hills and trees. Small towns are around but difficult to see from the road. Nothing much happens until arriving to Sevierville, famous as the birthplace of Dolly Parton. I wanted to see her statue in front of the courthouse but the traffic was horrible. Next town, basically uninterrupted

, is Pidgeon Forge were Dolly has her Dollywood Park. It is one uninterrupted stretch of stores, restaurants, attractions and major traffic. A few miles down the road is the entrance to Smoky Mountains National Park and Gatlinburg, the largest of the 3 towns. It is impossible to describe this place: it is a cross between Las Vegas (minus the casinos), Disneyland, a carnival, Venice Beach, PB, etc. it is crowded, noisy, full of hotels, arcades, wine a d moonshine tasting places, souvenir shops, restaurants, etc. I never imaged it would look this way. We walked around town after dinner and we just were totally surprised. Observations: Many Harley riders in both states as well as Harley stores. Almost every exit on the freeway as well as towns big and small have many Mexican restaurants, but there are no Mexicans to be found. Some nasty pro-Trump support slogans in Tenn both on cars, on people and stores. No so in Kentucky

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maximumwobblerbanditdonut · 11 months

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Top Shelf is a taste of wine, beer, and spirits, selected by a blind judging panel in the world! At the Resorts World, the newest venue on the Las Vegas strip, guests will get to taste new and rare products and attend master classes while learning more about the rich history of the industry.

Top Shelf Tasting Experience is hosted by ReserveBar and The Tasting Alliance. SH’s whisky 🥃 will be at Top Shelf, and his Gin available for pre-order on June 15th in 🇺🇸

But the Sassenach experience who are among is a chance to sample, some tasting of the spirit. During the Sampling Experience on the first day. It’s not clear whether SH’ll interact with the founders, distillers, and experts of the spirit industry. That means maybe He'll not be there, don't worry, is the same day Outlander season 7 releases. We wait for the former barman to share the recipes of the new gin from his home, in the south of Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 on June 15th. Perhaps a pre-recorded message.

Even though The Sassenach Wild Scottish Gin is from Scotland, the release and purchase are not in the UK 🇬🇧 “It says more about him”

The hosts have not announced SH will be there, but the gin, Sam announced the last April. It is interesting to note that neither of the hosts (ReserveBar or The Tasting Alliance) sells his gin on their websites.

This suggests Sassenach’s presentation will only be a one-day performance at the Grand Tastings on Friday, June 16th. Much Ado About Nothing!

The Sassenach it’s not in between gold winner exhibitors. But if it’s won so many gold medals, which no longer fit in his whisky boxes 🥃 😂 🥴

SH has not much more to offer to come out as an exhibitor whose production is being shown in an exhibition. He must display Sassenach’s skill that he hasn’t because it’s work by other distilleries, or third parties, in short, is others’ work, not making and crafting by Sassenach’s work. It’s not enough to win gold medals. He has lesser importance than his Scottish peers Lagavulin, Loch Lomond, Mortlach or Highland Park in this show.

Top Shelf is like a beverages competition at a fair, a presentation to attract exhibitors and visitors. And I don't guess his face in a whisky campaign is particularly interesting in Las Vegas, still, it looks as though he's clinging on. I consider he needs to make a break after his last salesperson experience in appearance and If he has yet no more to offer, just leave others to move the show on.

directorlady- Actually, No, My Post Wasn't about him. I’ve not developed feelings for SH. This is your problem. Why do I feel like your brain can't understand things? I guess it may take a lot of time for you to perceive. But I consider you have not read the post or not understood, and most likely you understand nothing about liquor.

And now…

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carcrashamericana · 15 days

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My intro*♡∞:｡.｡

I’m new to Tumblr, and wanted to make a quick post offering my introduction! I’m Nora, I’m 18, English, and my pronouns are she/her! I have an express interest in all things disturbing, grotesque and erotic, but I maintain a bow in my hair and a smile on my face <3. I love arthouse and weimar avant garde, and I collect physical media (consisting of vinyls, cassettes, reel to reels, CDs, VHS, film reels, Blu Ray, DVDs, LaserDisk, 4k, and collectible novels and hardbacks). I also collect butterflies, coinage, vintage cameras, pens, art, vintage postcards and letters, cigarette boxes, vintage furniture, matchstick boxes, and various miscellaneous nicknacks such as jewellery boxes, fine china, bakeware, silverware or calendars. Whatever I can find, really! I collect a lot of erotic material also, such as pinup playing cards and risqué 70s VHS content. I’m passionate of wine and alcohol, as well as classic literature, modern prose and poetry, tea, theatre, composition, vintage fashion (particularly spanning the 40s to the 60s), and I’m somewhat of an art collector and auteur. I paint, write poetry and chapter exerts, plays scripts, prose and political think pieces. I align myself with Trotskyism, I have an interest in history (particularly Chinese dynasties, WW2, the Irish civil war, the Napoleonic era and the Angkor Empire), and I play the violin, piano and saxophone. I’m a hopeless romantic, and have an extreme affinity for anything mint flavoured. I try and photograph everything and anything, and I like to keep an ongoing stream of consciousness in my diary.

Music☆.｡.:*

My music taste is incredibly scattered. It spans a lot of britpop, triphop, 60s, 70s, 50s, bebop or avant garde jazz, experimental classical, dark synth, electronic, whatever takes my fancy really. My Spotify is here. In terms of artists, my top artist on Spotify wrapped this year was Emitt Rhodes, and some of my favourite bands and artists are (but not limited to)

• Portishead

• Radiohead

• Mick Jagger

• Johnny Cash

• Fiona Apple

• Pet Shop Boys

• The Sundays

• The Smiths

• David Bowie

• Elliott Smith

• Lana Del Rey

• Sandie Shaw

• Roy Orbison

• Lynsey De Paul

• Frank Sinatra

• The Zombies

• Los Tres

• Jefferson Airplane

• Nick Waterhouse

• Lana Del Rey

• Air

• Massive Attack

• The Cardigans

• Ryo Fukui

•Ryuichi Sakamoto

• Laura Nyro

• Oasis

• The Verve

• Blur

• Leonard Cohen

• Art Taylor

• Kenny Dorham

• White Town

• The Cranberries

• Fontaines D.C

Films☆.｡.:*

I almost had too many to name, so I had to limit myself to a mere top twenty (ten was far too difficult, and I have occasionally cheated by attaching multiple films by the same director ). Though, I will attach my Letterboxd. I tend to enjoy browsing Mubi, Criterion or Arrowbox for new favourites, but I’ll also just waltz into my local dvd store and pick at random based on cover art. I tend to prefer erotic cinema as a genre, but I like a lot of everything! My top twenty favourite films include:

• Crash/Videodrome/Naked Lunch (1996/1983/1991, Cronenberg)

• The Pillow Book (1995, Greenaway)

• Naked (1993, Mirk Leigh)

• Lost Highway/Wild at Heart (1997/1990), David Lynch)

• Possession (1981, Zulawski)

• The Duke of Burgundy (2014, Strickland)

• Totally Fucked Up (1993, Araki)

• Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998, Gilliam)

• Secretary (2002, Shainberg)

• Aftersun (2022, Wells)

• Shallow Grave/ Trainspotting (1994/1996, Boyle)

• Solaris (1973, Tarkovsky)

• Exotica (1994, Egoyan)

• Sue (1997, Kollek)

• The Rapture (1991, Tolkin)

•Wonderland, (1999, Winterbottom)

• Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (1960, Reisz)

• Mammal (2016, Daly)

• Hardcore (1979, Schrader)

• Decalogue V (1989, Kieślowski)

Shows☆.｡.:*

I was struggling to find any exposé for this, I limited this section to a top ten as I’ve seen fewer shows as I have films, but I do like some silly ones I doubt I shall mention here such as Fraiser; or similar sitcoms; or wiry British comedies like Peep Show or The Royle Family.

• Twin Peaks

• Mad Men

• Succession

• Fleabag

• MTV Downtown

• Bojack Horseman

• The Boys

• Normal People

• Black Mirror

• The People vs OJ Simpson

Novels☆.｡.:*

This was probably the hardest to rank by far, it was virtually impossible. This list is a very shortened and not at all wholly accurate mention of some books that I love, but I will attach my goodreads here.

• Crash (Ballard)

• The Tunnel (Sabato)

• Traumanovelle (Shnitzler)

• Hangover Square (Hamilton)

• Junky (Burroughs)

• The Copenhagen Triliogy (Dirvelsen)

• Silence (Endō)

• The Return of Munchausen (Krzhizhanovsky)

• Cancer Ward (Solzhenitsyn)

• Ask Me Tomorrow (Barstow)

Artists☆.｡.:*

There are so many artists that have impacted me over the course of my life that it was genuinely difficult to draft this list, so I’ll try and repost an array that I feel deserve to be upon my page. A shortened list not consisting of myself (due to fear of narcissism, worth mentioning that narcissism also corrected to “fear of Marxism” as I wrote this) consist of:

• Tracey Emin

• Francis Bacon

• Jack Vettriano

• Jackson Pollock

• Les Lavine

• Edvard Munch

• Egon Schiele

• Oskar Kokoschka

• Franz Marc

• Georges Rouault

• Hans Bellmer

Miscellaneous☆.｡.:*

I felt it cruel and unjust to exclude people I couldn’t fit into a category without seeming tedious, but there are many miscellaneous artists, creatives, scientists and other men and women of category that I carry with me both on my wall and in my heart. I was touched by grief after reading Oppenheimer’s letters of inadequacy regarding his Cambridge days, I recite Jenny Holzier’s Truisms like a Bible, and am mystified by the chess genius of that of Mikhail Botvinnik or Mark Taimanov. I feel a kindred-ship with almost everyone I meet, and wept tears alongside Du Maurier, and spent many a night reading the banned works of Forster under my bedsheets with a torch. I channeled Kate Bush in my youth, and now fancy myself more of a Gaitskill. I love to love, I dream of love, my internal monologue now follows the fractured chapters of Rainald Goetz’s “Rave” in style and contents. I love to party, I frequent nightclubs and I smoke Marbolo and I wonder if pretension will ever have men love me more. I pour over literary and art magazines, a huge stack of Sleazenation, Mubi notebook and Granta Magazine now fills my bedside table. I feel an intimacy with every artist mentioned, and occasionally I listen to the vinyl of experimental sounds from Gus Van Sant that came along with Notebook 4 and think of him as a little boy. I think of sex often, violent and graphic, just as I do soft and gentle things as a hand touches mine by chance in my local library. I come to Tumblr to word vomit in the hopes of creating something personal. Something me. Whatever that may be. So hello, Tumblr. I will no doubt add to this introduction as time passes and I recall new things to add. I look forward to chatting on here.

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