#boss ass bitches club

[sorchathered]

Strip that down

Pairing- Club Owner!Jake Seresin x Dancer!Reader (Nightclub AU)

Warnings- mentions of stripping, language, light smut

Summary-I’m gonna be so serious y’all I blacked out writing this, might make it a series of drabbles in the future bc I went feral for the concept.

“I swear you have got to be the most pig headed, arrogant son of a bitch I’ve ever met” you say as you storm down the hall, a very disgruntled Jake Seresin hot on your heels. He hadn’t intended to start a fight but goddamnit it seemed like no matter what he said lately caused an argument.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? It’s not like I was asking for that girl’s number or anything, she was all over me! What did you want me to do? hit her? Come on Cherry just stop and look at me please?” He said as he jogged in front of you to stall you. You two weren’t even dating, you’d been very adamant that this was just hooking up, so why were you so pissed? Unless…

“Cherry look at me. I can’t keep fighting with you like this, it’s driving me insane. If you want to break things off we can, I can’t say I won’t miss you but I’ll get it. We work together and it’s hard to be professional when shit like this happens. But…if you want more, all you have to do is ask baby girl, you know good and damn well you’ve got me totally wrapped.”

He had you crowded up against the sticky nightclub wall, bass thrumming through the room straight into your chest as he skimmed his hands up and down your sides. You’d been in the middle of your set when you watched some fresh faced new hire throw her arms around his neck and get way too close for your liking, but of course you had to be professional and continue on, trying to school your features as you danced on stage. The second you’d finished and gotten your tips you’d slammed his portion on the bar, stomping off to the dressing rooms, the fire in your eyes enough to burn the whole room down. He wasn’t yours, he was your boss and you should’ve known better than to let him get under your skin like this.

You were trying to get your bearings but your head was spinning, had he really just said he wanted more? You opened your mouth but promptly shut it, how were you supposed to respond to that? Of course that’s what you wanted but you never would’ve suggested it, you’d been in love with him since the two of you had started this whole arrangement, how could you not be? He was charming and charismatic, and don’t even ask about his looks; the man knew he looked good. He was making it harder and harder to focus now, those damn hands of his couldn’t seem to stop grazing over whatever exposed flesh he could get to and it was making you dizzy.

He cocked his head and smirked that smart ass smile at you, leaning in to whisper against your lips, “Gotta use your words baby, you want us to keep going like we are? Or do you want me to make you mine? You say the word and I’ll make sure every girl in a 100 mile radius knows you own me, but I need to hear you say it.”

“You know I do, I love you, you’re such an asshole but fuck I do, I love you Jake.”

He groaned as he pressed himself to you, kissing you hard as he continued to run his hands all over your body. “Goddamnit Cherry, you can’t just drop a bomb like that on me, making me fucking crazy, I ought to take you right here where everyone can see.” His words sent fire through your veins, you cried out and bucked into him at the thought of him fucking you right outside of the main stage, anyone could walk by and you weren’t sure you’d even care. He chuckled against the shell of your ear as he continued to press his palm against your core, he could feel you soaking through the thin fabric of your costume, again he briefly considered following through with his taunting and fucking you right here, but thought better of it because after all you were still at work. He kissed you again and removed his hand from your shorts, watching your pretty doe eyes blink at him in shock, you really had thought he’d do it.

“Oh come on now don’t look at me like that, go change and grab your stuff, first I’m gonna take you out for dinner and then you can be my dessert, whadd’ya say Cherry Pie?” You rolled your eyes but let him scoot you down the hall, and when you walked out with his hand on your ass you made sure the new waitress caught a glimpse of your tongue down his throat. Jake could definitely get used to this side of you, and the private dances just for him every night didn’t hurt either.

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[weebsinstash]

Babe! A new Helluva Boss episode just dropped! And Ozzie and Fizz are just so goddamn cute! 😍😭 and Ozzie is such a sweetheart! (I hope he’s genuinely such a softie and not playing an act, we need more softie demons).

Can we please talk about Yandere! Ozzie again? Pretty please with a shit ton of sprinkles on top? 🥺

Bestie thank youuuu I watched that shit immediately and I have so many thoughts

This episode actually shows a big reason why I haven't really published a lot for like, Ozzie or Valentino in terms of actual fics because, my take on Ozzie's personality based purely off his debut appearance would've been a lot more different and now we see that, bro he's, suave yeah, but also, a huge green flag lovable cinnamon roll dork??? Valentino, we only have seen so much of. To be honest the way he's been presented seems to sway from "scary as fuck during gangster business stuff" to "he's kind of a ratchet ho, actually" and I'm not, entirely super confident writing stuff for him because like, I'm more of, assuming? I can't, analyze his character like I can for other characters with more material out for them.

For real though, my current stance on this matter is: Asmodeus, you could go to him and ask for his knowledge and advice on like genuine issues or things you're curious or concerned about like, legit you could sit down and have STD talks with this man ("h-hey Ozzie is it normal to have xyz on my you know what" "oh honey yes that's just like a blood blister from friction you're fine" "oh my god ok good because I was worried it was cancer" "HONEY NO 😩") meanwhile fucking Valentino over here would be like "bitch why you got cellulite" and like make backhanded comments like, oh maybe he could reward you with a boob job instead of your next paycheck (as in like, cosmetic surgery 💀 you know I've thought about that? Yan Valentino who's crazy for ya but, not crazy enough to not make certain, tweaks to your actual body. Maybe he dyes your hair or has it styled a specific way and basically refuses to let you do whatever you want with it. Gets your boobs or ass done. Makes you get fillers/botox for any wrinkles/static lines. Controlling your wardrobe is a must. You're like his little.... pursedog)

(That being said though. I'd still let him hit 😩 reader who gets drunk and fucks around and finds out--)

Anyways though, over here in our corner we believe in unapologetic self indulgence and I still believe a Reader who has magical abilities or powers and whatnot and can travel the rings through whatever convoluted means is a fun time. So. We're gonna do that! I mean. Asmodeus honestly seems chill enough that even if you like, somehow crashed into his club, as long as you were polite and respectful, he'd be chill with letting your hang around, maybe even getting a kick out of teasing you (but never pushing anything too far unless you show interest, and if you show any discomfort or trauma he backs off to re-strategize). I imagine his club would actually be pretty fun? Drinks, live music, although, kind of makes me wonder, how openly horny is this place? Probably not like "coochie in your face" like working for Valentino, so, Reader could even be all "honestly this is such a much more safe welcoming environment to engage in like sexuality" and Ozzie hears this and its like, dude. You might as well have just struck him through the heart with cupids own arrow, but, also, he's curious, what other places have you been?

I'm kind of convinced that if a little imp cunt like Crimson thinks he has the balls to stand up against Ozzie, hostage or not, I kinda feel like. Valentino would probably openly treat Asmodeus like shit. He'd probably be a catty fucking bitch to him. He probably looks at Ozzie as like, a diet coke version of himself, a version who has so much power but doesn't go far enough, and probably scoffs at Asmodeus' romantic attachment (even though Val has some weird on-off thing with Vox himself). Valentino doesn't give two fucks about consent and would probably openly mock Ozzie'e values

Or. They could be big business partners because, maybe there's some sort of inter-Ring porn trafficking pipeline or something, smuggling the good shit up from Lust and trading it with stuff from Sinners, who have more visual variety besides other perks etc

But just picture, Asmodeus and Fizz are, minding their own biz, at the club, chilling, listening to music, eating food vaguely shaped like clocks, and Ozzie's cell rings, and they're both like "aw I bet Reader's calling to say they're having fun at that party or whatever" but they answer it and you're like, hiding in the bathroom or a closet or something, crying, whispering under your breath "d-do you still have a place for me to stay like you said before 🥺 Valentino is really, REALLY drunk tonight and he's really scaring me, he grabbed me and--"

They're both at your exact location in like less than 5 minutes and maybe have to play it off, Ozzie distracting Val while Fizz steals you away, or, juicier, like. Imagine Val snatching your phone from your hand, going through your messages, "who the fuck have you been talking to?" And he pulls like the classic abusive boyfriend move and when he sees you're in frequent contact with someone named "Ozzie" he calls him from your phone and as soon as a male voice picks up, they're both going at it "bitch who the fuck are you?" "Bitch who the fuck are YOU?" "Why you got my baby's number?" "Why do YOU have MY baby's PHONE???" "I'm about to HAVE my foot up your ass, you--" like, you know what I mean? Asmodeus is rolling up and these two are all but butting heads with each other as you have to awkwardly explain how you know both of them and of course, suddenly there's a not quite comfortable conversation about which one of them you... "belong to", neither of them wanting to leave you with the other (although I imagine in a physical fight Asmodeus would win but Valentino would have homefield advantage involving his security dudes)

Either way like.... oh my god watching them lounge in that nice big bed together. Fizz being on Ozzie's chest, like. Give me that 😩😩😩 "oh Reader, baby, so glad you took up our offer for a place to crash, but, since it was so short notice it'll have to be with us tonight" type shit and like you're fine with that but then bedtime comes and. There's Literally Only One Bed. And you're like ok you know what I'm not really in a position to be ungrateful, Valentino could have actually fucking hurt me or trafficked me or whatever, but, you're still small enough that Asmodeus could hypotheticallyyyy just, reach an arm over and scoop up you into his chest for a cuddle, or just have you in the crook of his arm like a cat or a teddy bear. Ozzie definitely sees an immediate perk on Fizz not being so much of a troll as to give you the airhorn treatment your first morning there, so, obviously, they have, multiple motivations to, keep urging you to stay 👀 after all, Val is going to be looking for you in the Pride Ring, and you don't have any other friends, so, you're kind of stuck with their whims aren't you? Unless you try to run off on your own, and I mean. Really. They can just hire someone to bring you back lmao. Or get you themselves. Could you imagine feeling way you uncomfortable around them and slipping away and suddenly you find a little white demon dog on wheels happily rolling up to you out of nowhere and it's. Fucking tracking you for Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, like. Damn, can't even trust the dogs in Hell. Demon dogs in Ohio be like

Anyways idk I just like the idea of like. Combining several ideas, you do the whole "accidentally did the whole Death Fall From The Sky and crash into Vals sunroof, he keeps you in servitude because you have to repay him, eventually you Fall into Lust and you start basically doing double jobs at both clubs and prefer Ozzie and he eventually has to rescue you". Also like Valentino "canonically" humiliates his partners on social media so I can imagine he's just publicly belittling and negging you all the time. One second you're happy at Ozzie's listening to music and eating unholy amounts of onion rings with your quirky well intentioned clown friend, the next week Asmodeus sees a Sinstagram post where Valentino is just like "cutie was whining she couldn't get any tips so I helped her out 😜🤭🍈🍈" and its just. A photo of you in your work uniform where he clearly just reached forward and tore open the front of your blouse and he is just. Full on deadass without any hint of irony making you basically work in your bra and he's just without any remorse posting photos of your running mascara and you're clearly crying but what can you do?

Val posting a photo of him literally shoving a tip INTO your bra, his FINGERS in there, and other like little clips and snippets of him demeaning you while you're like actually fucking blubbering "and make sure to get me extra ice!" "*sobbing noises*" "I didn't hear a REPLY! Do I need to take some of those nice tips I'm helping you make?" "N n noOo I'm sorry" "sorry WHAT?" "M sorry mister Valentino, I'm sorry, I'll get your drink right away mister Valentino" and Val is just slapping your ass HARD as you turn to leave like and just laughing like this is the most fun he's ever had

like I feel like Asmodeus realistically would only be able to do so much IN Pride itself (because would You show up in your boss' turf doing your own shit? Big risk) BUT, I mean. You go down to Lust and you're basically fair game. You show up to your next shift after The Boob Incident and Ozzie's like "giiiiiiiirl imma keep it real with you, I know you wanna try and be independent but I got some concerns--" and he's barely even halfway through it before you're just, TEAR EXPLOSION, "i hate working for him, I HATE IT, I wanna work HERE full time, but I don't have a place to staAaaAaay" and just. Some UGLY crying because you're at wits end

Zero hesitation here's Asmodeus "Sweetie what kind of apartment do you want??? You want a penthouse? I can get you a penthouse?? You want some shopping money?? Tell Big O whatever you need." and the next thing you know Valentino is scrolling through Sinastagram and has to do a double take as your account starts posting all kinds of photos of you looking cute and having fun and, poolside in a bathing suit and you're becoming more comfortable with your body and your sexuality and, he's thirsty absolutely, goes to try and tease you or make fun of you and you're just like "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" and just ignore him as Val is forced to watch you pal around with Asmodeus (either as just friends or total fuck buddies like, deadass catch me out here "hey so, there's this position I've always wanted to try--")

#yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere helluva boss #idk do i even. tag this series. idk. #you can tell this shits been in my drafts

[supernaturalgirl20]

The Viper & The Lamb

Prologue

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x f!reader

Warnings: References to sex, kidnapping, arson, mention of death and murder, reader has dark hair, light eyes and is curvy.

Summary: Oberyn is one of the bosses of the Martell crime family and he’s out for revenge. Revenge for the murder of his beloved sister Elia and her family. He will stop at nothing to bring down the Lannisters, including kidnapping their precious daughter and using her as leverage. But you’re not who he was expecting, so when you completely flip his world upside down, he’s not prepared for the inevitable outcome. Falling madly in love with you.

A/N: just a short little piece to wet your tastebuds 😜 my migraine has been kicking my ass this week so I haven’t done any writing. Apologies if you’re waiting on requests to be answered. They are coming I promise 🥰

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Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The air was thick and reeked of smoke and blood. The familiar smell filled his senses as he sat on his bike and looked behind him. A smile worked its way onto his face as his lips curled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

The Lannister crest fell to the ground as their club was engulfed in flames. Not his handiwork but his determination to see them ruined played a part.

The rev of engines roaring to life filtered out the muffled screams coming from Jarons bike. His eyes drift towards the sound and his face becomes serious again. You!

Another Lannister bitch. Not the one he was hoping for but he got what he came for all the same. Leverage.

“Ready to go, boss?” Trystane asked as he came up beside him on his bike.

His eyes flicker to you again briefly before he nods at his men. “Let’s head out before daddy dearest catches wind, and ruins all our plans. His time will come but not tonight.”

Oberyn stayed put a moment longer, watching as his men rode off, one by one. His eyes somehow found you once again and he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were.

Dark hair falls over your shoulders, drawing his attention to the curve of your breasts. Beautiful and perky, barely contained in the black silk dress you wore, begging for his attention.

Your skin glistened with perspiration, no doubt from fear, and it somehow turned him on even more. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans growing harder by the second as his mind conjured images of you writhing beneath him.

Something he would never acknowledge out loud. He would rather gouge out his eyes than ever admit to being attracted to a Lannister. The panic he saw in your light orbs stirred something within him.

Guilt twists in his gut as tears begin to stream down your face. A small part of him wants to set you free but the memory of his sister dying in his arms was enough to drown out those thoughts.

Everything he did was for her.

For his revenge on the man who took his sister.

Even if that meant condemning an innocent woman to death.

He was the Viper after all. And his venom was poisonous.

Part one

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[noroi1000]

Could I request a reader x gojo mafia!au sort of where reader is the married partner of gojo and has a pair of twin sons(who mostly looks like the reader n love their mama unconditionally 🥹💗) with gojo.reader n gojo had an arranged marriage because reader comes from an extremely powerful n wealthy family and after their marriage,gojo sort of quit his playboy life while reader doesn't hate him but doesn't love him either and has kids w him just to maintain the position as the mistress ( not in the sexual manner ) of the gojo family and just enjoys her life with all the luxuries which serve her and is basically so adored by the gojo family(gojo family here could include geto,nanami,megumi,yuji,shoko,mei mei,maki etc) n her family that's it's most like worshipping low-key.so basically gojo goes to a strip club for a business deal and there's this crazy stripper who becomes obssesed with him and tries seducing him but it doesn't work on him so basically the stripper goes stalker mode and tries hurting his wife n kids n even him but reader slyly finds out and puts her back in her place because reader always has been a bad bitch n forever will be one 💅🏼. now if u add smut,i won't mind it lol but it's not necessary,i just am craving badass n low-key evil n sexy rich wife n mom vibes for the reader

I don't love him, but I want to be with him

paring: Mafia boss Gojo x Wife reader

warnings: Mentioned sex, Swearing, violence, strip club

Words: over 3k

"You whore!" screamed the woman holding her hand over her mouth where she felt her tooth chipped off.

"Me a whore? Compared to you, I have a husband and two children. I don't betray him and I won't betray him." you replied massaging the magic knuckles on your fist. Sore from the impact.

"You don't even love him! You can't be his wife and be with him when there's no feeling between you!" she screamed crying through the pain in her mouth

"I don't love Satoru. But I want to be with him. Is it so hard?"

"Ow... Fuck... My tooth..." she moaned as she stood up.

"If you don't have teeth, now you'll be able to do your job more easily. You're a stripper, so giving ass is your job too. Like a whore."

"You–!"

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking. Satoru shows no interest in you at all. To him, you're just a whore who makes money shooting her bare ass in front of guys."

"He's-"

"He was nice? During business he couldn't say no. You don't know how much he loves his children. That's why you don't stand a chance. Know your place in go back to the club to pole dance for others." You turned around and started walking forward on the sidewalk. The sound of your boots echoed.  Suddenly you stopped. "Good advice to you, never get in the way of my family again. Or your life will turn into a lot worse than it ever was."

Your marriage was arranged. None of you wanted it.

But the longer you were together, the more comfortable it got.

You don't know if Satoru loves you or if he just feels some kind of attachment.

He may just consider you a member of his family.

After all, you are the mother of his two sons.

Two boys who love their dad, and they show it to him.

You never wanted to raise them to turn their backs on their father.

You don't want them to be brought up to hate someone from the start.

Your sons love you.

Whenever Satoru is not at home, they are with you.

For them, you are always with your husband. You couldn't betray him because you know he gave up his pleasures for you.

Your husband has always been a playboy. He played with different women, when you heard that he was going to be your husband, all you thought about was that to make your life with him easier. So no attachment to it. While he changes women like socks, you will do the same with men.

You weren't planning on liking him at all. You never planned to love him unconditionally.

You didn't plan on wanting a family with him.

Your one plan has worked.

You don't love him.

It doesn't mean you don't like him.

You don't love him, but you're with him because you're happy.

You feel attached to him. You're used to being his wife. You're used to seeing him every day. That you sleep in the same bed. That you kiss sometimes. That you hug.

You got used to being accepted into his family very quickly. To friends.

That you made a family together.

You don't love him, but you want to be with him.

You don't want anyone else because you want him.

Not just because he's good as a sex lover.

He is already your life lover. Because you don't want him to leave you. You want him to be who you live with.

You are together in such a nice way, for your children.

You don't know what that feeling might be because you didn't fall in love with it.

However, he does everything for you to make you feel like everyone loves you.

There is no love between you.

But you respect each other. You make both of you happy.

You want the best for each other, even if there is no such feeling between you.

Until finally, after some time with him, after your wedding, you could stand with him and your sons for a photo. With a smile that shows you're family.

And you will hate anyone who ever tries to destroy it. Because your children deserve the best.

You wanted a good life. And you were fine in the Gojo family.

That's why you bore him children...

But after they were born, that changed...

You're used to this family...

Maybe you don't love him, but you want to be with him.

Because here you are happy...

"What's going on?" you asked walking into your living room when you saw your husband sitting on the couch with his hand on his forehead.

"Hmm?" He grunted turning his head towards you. "(y/n)?"

"Something happened. You've never acted like this." You said, sitting down next to him. Being able to talk to him.

Your sons are in a private kindergarten. Or it could even be considered homeschooling... They will soon be five years old. Sometimes they study at home and sometimes away from home.

Your children who are twins have (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.

However, when you look at them, you see the features of their father's face. They also have something in their eyes that clearly indicates who their dad is. A clear sparkle in the eyes, showing that these eyes are special.

Besides, for six years you belong to the Gojo family, which is a very powerful mafia.

There are few family members who are related to Satoru. Most are dead now.

His friends make up his family.

"Something happened?" you asked him.

"No... How are the boys?" he asked, removing his hand from his face.

"They have an hour of study." You replied. "I've known you for a long time, and I know there's something you don't want."

"It's not like it bothers me, but I have a business meeting. One strip club. We used to go there when I wasn't married to you." He laughed.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I gave up my life as a womanizer for you and our children."

"I understand." You mumbled as you stood up.

"What do you understand?"

"You are a walking pervert. I know you haven't had sex in a long time and the moment some bitch turns on you, you're going to want to get your dick wet."

"You're cruel..."

"I'm only telling the truth." you shook your head with a small smile.

You got up and started walking forward.

"Satoru." you called.

He turned to look at you.

"We can go to the bedroom if you want." You waved at him.

Hearing this, he jumped off the couch and ran over to you.

"What have I done to deserve a beautiful wife like you?" He grinned wildly. "I don't tolerate blowjobs today. Maybe something wet? Can I put oil on you and massage you? Or a bathtub?"

His hand squeezed your buttock.

"Every time I try to be nice, you must be a pervert..."

"I? I did not do anything! You're the one who's offering me sex until the kids are gone." He moaned as he walked past you down the hall.

"Fine fine. Choose something you want." you murmured knowing that no matter what it is, it will be good for you.

Him as a mafia boss and you as his wife... No one expects your relationship to be anything other than money.

Maybe it is, but you're happy in this house. You have a family with him.

Even though you don't appear as a beautiful married couple in front of people, you are actually much closer when you are at home.

In your opinion, there would be nothing wrong with him having at least a little fun in this club. He met some women who would dance for him, touch him.

Maybe he gave up being a playboy too. But he must at least keep up appearances.

But you don't know if you want to know that he's cheating on you.

Even though your relationship is not for love.

You can't get used to holding his hand.

Even if that's what makes you happy.

The happiness of being in the family.

Happiness knowing that you have a partner with whom you will stay longer. Even if you don't love him...

You can kiss him, you can feel his hips hitting yours. You can hug him.

You will be close and you don't want to lose it.

A comfortable life together with the happiness that your children give you. And also he...

You won't let anyone hurt your children...

You won't let anyone destroy your family...

You won't let your happiness disappear...

You don't need wealth or anything his wealth can give you.

You just want the life you have now.

Seeing scantily clad women walking around the VIP floor, Gojo occasionally watched them.

But he was not seduced.

Thanks to you, his mind was clear, and he wasn't just thinking with his penis.

He could thank you and your body that he likes to touch so much.

Besides, he didn't want to be seduced by a woman who goes left and right.

He also cares about his family, and even though his sons often go with you, he still loves them.

And he wouldn't want them to have to live like he did when he was younger.

Simply put, his father was not afraid to bring different women into the house. Even if his mother was with him.

He didn't want that for his children.

He has left that life and is not coming back to it.

For the happiness of your family.

Arranged marriages were often just open relationships. After all, no one wanted to marry someone because others told someone to. People were married but no one cared about love.

Maybe it's the same with him, but he doesn't cheat and didn't want to be cheated on. For the sake of your children. you will be together.

In mafias, marriages are usually only for money and influence.

For example, that was the case with you.

He didn't expect it to ever change. That he will change.

But he loved his children... And he wanted you to be a normal family.

Since he knew you wanted to live next to him, he couldn't have done otherwise.

As women stroked his arms, thighs, and chest, he concentrated on talking to the man he was about to sign a contract with.

Nobody disturbed him.

Especially those women who knew that it would be best for them not to piss off a man who had a gun in his belt and could use it at any time.

Until another, more courageous one came along.

Other women have disappeared. Only she took their place on the couch.

"Bunny, long time no see, dear." Said a middle-aged man who was sitting in front of Gojo.

"Hello. I wonder who this handsome guy is. I don't think we've met yet ~." She purred, laying her head on his shoulder. Rubbing his biceps with his hands. Putting her bare thigh on his thigh.

"This is Gojo. I think you've heard that name, bunny~."

"oh yes! I heard that you are very powerful, rich, and so very handsome. But stories don't reflect the ideal~." she moaned, getting under his arm to snuggle against his chest.

Had he pushed her away, it would have been an unpleasant encounter. So he let her sit as she wanted.

Even though he knew getting rid of her might be a little difficult.

"Oh, Gojo. This is bunny. Our little bunny who is the cutest." said the man, taking a puff on his cigar.

"My wolf, I'm sorry, but this time I'm going to deal with another wolf. How about other bunnies take care of you?" she asked, massaging the white-haired'e inner thigh.

"I'd love to. A few more bunnies would be cute."

"Sorry to interrupt this conversation, but I'm in a bit of a hurry." Gojo said, looking at his watch.

It was true because you called him to pick up his sons at 6:00 p.m. from a class they wanted to attend because they enjoyed it.

"Oh, it's okay~. One dance, okay? That's the best for you. I do everything for handsome and rich people. And I like you more and more~." With that, she jumped into his lap, hugging his head against her chest. He swayed his hips slightly as she sat on him.

"I'm really in a hurry." He said emotionlessly, pushing her lightly and pulling her off his lap.

"Another meeting? I understand you're busy. So be it. These conditions are appropriate. The contract will be concluded." said the man signing the contract before handing the paper to Gojo.

Without a word, Gojo got up and started to leave, followed by Megumi and Yuji in turn.

Little did he know that this thing was the beginning of his misfortunes. Of which he did not know how they ended.

"Hey handsome!"

He looked at the woman who was standing next to their car, her hip resting on the cold metal.

"A pain in the ass..." Megumi growled, mirroring Gojo's thoughts.

As they approached, the woman lunged forward, tugging his tie down.

At the same moment, Yuji moved to let her go.

He was supposed to protect Gojo, so he wanted to commit.

The tall man's hand stopped him.

Seeing this, the woman smiled.

"Gojo-sama~ the VIP rooms are best decorated. Your meeting can wait. I'm going to wear a new outfit especially for you, which I'm supposed to wear from next week~."

As he placed his hand on her shoulder, she let out a sigh, feeling that he was already hers.

However, he pushed her aside.

"Out of the way." He said dismissing her. He adjusted his tie and got into the car.

When they drove away, they didn't see her pissed off face.

She was the most beautiful in the whole club. He couldn't reject her like that!

He was so handsome... All she could think of was that she wanted him for at least one night.

She only thought about having someone handsome and rich in bed. That she could be there for someone anytime, day or night. And give her body for comfort and money with which someone will pamper her.

When she finally found someone young, rich, and handsome, he didn't succumb to her body twice. She failed to seduce him.

But she's not someone who gives up that easily... There must have been a reason why he rejected her like that...

Jealousy had destroyed her, as had her curiosity.

Getting into the taxi, she told the driver to follow the black car. Promising a free dance for him if he does.

She saw him get out of the car, and on a cold evening as she stood hiding, she saw him go and open the door.

Only to see two identical children run into his arms.

She wanted to think otherwise is...

They couldn't be his children...

But when she heard the cheerful screams of "dad" she had no doubts.

In addition, she saw the smile of the man she wanted to win.

He had a family...

But she had to get what she wanted...

When she saw two children, the same as she had seen before, with a woman, she had to watch.

Because the children looked like a woman.

And they preferred her mother.

She had no doubt that this woman was the one who kept her from getting the perfect man for her.

So why keep her with him?

Her desires are more important than you...

You can disappear, only for him to finally notice her...

When she saw you shopping in expensive stores and surrounding yourself with other beautiful women, she was just jealous.

You had something to do with the mafia. The ring on your finger... You are his wife...

Three women with you, and one man in a suit.

Another woman, younger, was standing nearby.

Dark hair tied in a ponytail. Glasses on the face.

A blond man with glasses. He was handsome too...

One woman in a purple dress with white long hair, another with brown hair, smoking a cigarette outside before going back inside. And a third, with dark purple hair and a scar on her face.

All three dressed in pretty and fashionable clothes.

They all walked with you through clothes shops for women, men and children. And also to grocery stores. It was the usual shopping, but as always quite large.

You had lunch together several times a week. All.

You bought some sweets and other goodies.

Everything for the kids and you also packed some more for later.

Two boys still holding your hand or walking next to you.

She watched you until the end.

Until it got dark.

She took an empty glass bottle, and waited for the right opportunity.

You were her obstacles.

You and your children.

She didn't care that they were little boys.

It was your children that bothered her.

You were beautiful. You had what you wanted. You gave the kids what they wanted. You gave them love.

You were her obstacles, you made the man she wanted happy. That he didn't want her.

This is why...

When she saw you walking near the alley, she slammed the bottle against the wall, luring you.

When you heard some insults flying your way, you had no choice but to hand your sleeping son into Nanami's hands.

One son slept in Utahime's arms while Shoko and Mei carried their little backpacks that they wanted to carry to their favorite activities.

When you told them to go to the car and you were about to join, Maki objected, but it wasn't for long.

They knew you. You took care of yourself and the children.

You were an excellent mother.

You even took care of Satoru.

You were able to calm him down.

Even the biggest mafia boss acted like you were his boss.

You were a mother, and he was experiencing the moment of your pregnancy...

When you entered the alley, you saw a woman with broken glass in her hand.

"Who are you? Offending people you don't know is not something you should be doing in front of your children." you said standing in front of her. With a reproach telling her that it pissed you off.

"You took it from me! It's because of you that I couldn't seduce him!" She screamed, raising the glass at you.

"Who are you talking about?"

"It's because of you that Gojo-san rejected me twice!"

"That's sad." You said flatly. "You must be the stripper from the club. I had no way of telling you that my husband doesn't have many women anymore."

"You are disturbing my pleasant life! I'm the beautiful one and I'll be his beautiful woman to spoil!"

"It's dangerous." You muttered.

"You talk like a mother who sees her brat holding a knife!" she laughed. "I'm better than you!"

As she ran towards you with the glass, he suddenly hit her in the face. You felt something snap under your fist.

The woman staggered and fell to her knees.

"You whore!" she cried, holding her hand over her mouth. Where she felt her teeth snap off.

"Me a whore? Compared to you, I have a husband and two children. I'm not cheating on him and I won't be cheating on him." You replied massaging the enchanted knuckles on your fist. Aching from the impact.

"You don't even love him! You can't be his wife and be with him when there's no feeling between you!" she screamed crying through the pain in her mouth

"I don't love Satoru. But I want to be with him. Is it so hard?"

"Ow... Fuck... My tooth..." she moaned as she stood up.

"If you don't have teeth, now you'll be able to do your job more easily. You're a stripper, so giving ass is your job too. Like a whore."

"You–!"

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking. Satoru shows no interest in you at all. To him, you're just a whore who makes money shooting her bare ass in front of guys."

"He's-"

"He was nice? During business he couldn't say no. You don't know how much he loves his children. That's why you don't stand a chance. Know your place in go back to the club to dance for others on roses. All you want is his money, you can't do anything. He thinks, and he is a normal man, who respects that he's got a happy family." You turned around and started walking on the sidewalk, the sound of your shoes echoing. Suddenly you stopped. "Good advice to you, never get in the way of my family again. Or your life will turn into a lot worse than it ever was."

"Maybe I don't love him, but I'm happy with him like I've never been..."

#jjk x reader #satoru gojo #gojo jujutsu kaisen #gojo jjk #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader angst #gojo satoru x reader #Mafia boss Gojo

[siremasterlawrence]

The Strip and Shift Part 1

The stage lit up In a parade of strobe lights as I walk on to stage doing a slow steady on a stroll across to the crowd and extremely soon enough my body is on full display for all to see with my insecurities ready to be shown. I see him in the vastness of the sea of the crowd the man who secretly bought a load of stocks to become the sole owner of the club that I work for taking a seat among the crowd

Our eye lines meet each other across the sea of people who shoutings giving good vibes, getting handsy and so much more due to the hype spreading for person to person. He starts to clap himself as the music begins to blare on upon the moment I take the microphone in my hands and begin to sing and dance captivating the groups.

I move the stand to the side slowly doing a very sexy striptease with my uncomfortable energy slowly stirring someone’s private as body parts cock up and I knew I already am in total control doing a jump as the clothes are flying in to the air. The crowd listens on very intensely following my every word and moves replicating their body to exactly as I am leaving them half naked mindlessly with obedience, lust, love and desires.

“Hello Everyone!”

“Who is ready to party?”

“Let’s commence “

“Watch me move “

“Sssshhhh”

“Hey lovers”

“Show me what you got”

“I’ll do dance “

“Shake my ass”

“Make you squirm “

“A real man is absolutely “

“Original “

“I’ll be The Master “

“You be submissive “

“My true bitch”

“Embrace my voice “

“Do a strip “

“Release control to me”

“Hey boss! Chris can you hear me?”

“Join me on stage let’s do a dance “

“Join you! Dance “

“You don’t want to be in charge “

“No in charge “

“You work for me”

“Take off your clothes “

“Throw them aside “

“Climb on stage and do a sexy dance “

“You are hotties “

“They work and are owned”

“I am owned…I love it “

“Good boi “

“Ooouuuccchhh…mmmm”

“Nice ass”

“Who owns you bitch?”

“You…my boss”

“Yum…god damn right “

“How are you doing this?”

“Sssshhhh…”

“I am your Master”

“Yes”

“I ask the question “

“I am doing this because I am right “

“You are always right “

“Yes Master”

“Going entertain the crowd “

“That’s it good job”

“Grind on them”

“Let them grope and slap you “

“Mmmm….uuuuhhh”

“Oooohhhhh”

“Master”

“Gggggoooooddddd”

“Yyyyuuuummmm”

“Fuck”

“FUCK”

“Twist “

“Twirl”

“Dance all night”

“Hump”

“Grind”

“Everyone party “

“Woohoo”

“Everyone “

“Meet Chris “

“He is a slave “

“He is my property “

“I feel hot”

“You are a hottie “

“Thank you sir”

“You are my man”

“We need more bois “

“I will bring them “

The end

#chris evans #puppet #human dolls #strip and shift

[hotchaways]

pov: your instagram but you’re a part of the BAU

inspired by @grccnaway, @happiest-hotch, @ssamorganhotchner and @radiant-reid since i loved their posts a whole lot! :)

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its(Y/L/N): never leave your phone unattended 😒

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derekmorgan: who knew hotch could do something other than frown 🤔

↳ aaron_hotchner: i don’t frown all the time, morgan

↳ jenniferjareau: yeah, keep telling that to yourself

e.prentiss: glad you picked the photo i looked good in!

↳ its(Y/L/N): jesus christ there were hundreds

↳ spencer.reid: no, it was only 150 photos.

↳ its(Y/L/N): i hate all of you

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its(Y/L/N): on the jet (again) ft. penelope :)

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e.prentiss: you’re shit at taking photos

↳ jenniferjareau: it’s as blurry as her eyesight

↳ its(Y/L/N): i will not hesitate to kidnap sergio and steal all your cheetos 😐

↳ e.prentiss: don’t you even dare

↳ jenniferjareau: you are a monster

↳ derekmorgan: popcorn, anyone? 🍿

itspennyg: i wasn’t ready 😞

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its(Y/L/N): kicking ass with ms. jareau <3

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jenniferjareau: we look badass 💅🏻

aaron_hotchner: you’re welcome for the photo?

↳ its(Y/L/N): nobody asked

spencer.reid: why did you crop me out?

↳ e.prentiss: haha deserve

↳ derekmorgan: (Y/N) gotta look out for spencer’s revenge on her soon

↳ its(Y/L/N): bring it on bitch

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its(Y/L/N): penelope’s an excellent driver

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e.prentiss: no fair!!! i wanted to come along!!!

↳ derekmorgan: not enough space for you

↳ its(Y/L/N): i would’ve pushed you off

↳ e.prentiss: choke ❤️

itspennyg: and you my friends are excellent humans

aaron_hotchner: so that’s why you three were late today.

↳ its(Y/L/N): sorry who this?

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its(Y/L/N): when the boss isn’t around 🤔 #freedom

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daverossi: this is an unflattering angle.

↳ its(Y/L/N): you’re like a soggy fettuccine sitting down :)

spencer.reid: everyone tag hotch and expose them

↳ itspennyg: yeah she just cropped you out again

e.prentiss: why won’t jj look at the memes i’ve sent her?

↳ jenniferjareau: because i don’t want to ☺️

aaron_hotchner: feeling slightly offended at the hashtag.

↳ derekmorgan: i can imagine your frown from this comment

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its(Y/L/N): hotch insisted that i take this photo :) #menofthebau #nospencer

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itspennyg: chocolate thunder looking good 😍

↳ derekmorgan: thanks baby girl 😘

aaron_hotchner: you instructed us to do that.

↳ its(Y/L/N): and you are idiots for doing what i say

↳ aaron_hotchner: 😑

↳ daverossi: it’s times like these that i wonder who’s the real unit chief of the bau.

spencer.reid: ….why was i not called?

↳ its(Y/L/N): in my eyes, you are a baby. i will keep you in my pocket

↳ jenniferjareau: i second the motion

↳ spencer.reid: this is bullying 🙂

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its(Y/L/N): welcome to the feed, spencer #forcedagainstmywill

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aaron_hotchner: im certain (Y/L/N) lost to reid.

↳ its(Y/L/N): bold of you to assume i’d play chess with him, loser

↳ aaron_hotchner: why do i get disrespected like this?

itspennyg: pretty boy with great hair!! lemme braid it 🥰

↳ e.prentiss: shave it all off instead

↳ derekmorgan: join the club, reid

↳ spencer.reid: i hope all of you suffer from asphyxia

↳ jenniferjareau: wow i can’t believe i work with these people

bonus post for my hotch girls ;)

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its(Y/L/N): finally introduced coco to aaron :) and she likes him!!! 🥰

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itspennyg: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS 😳

↳ e.prentiss: SHE CALLED HIM AARON

↳ jenniferjareau: doesn’t take sherlock holmes to deduce this HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE

↳ daverossi: starting to question the team’s ability now…

↳ itspennyg: shush it pasta man THE SHIP HAS SAILED >:(

spencer.reid: your dog looks like a rat. say hi to hotch

↳ its(Y/L/N): lmao bitch you look like a rat 😠

↳ derekmorgan: nah make him a possum instead

aaron_hotchner: my girl coco and her rat :)

↳ its(Y/L/N): the audacity of this grumpy bitch?!

↳ e.prentiss: who knew hotch could make a joke

↳ aaron_hotchner: and that would be my last, she threw a loaf of bread at me.

↳ jenniferjareau: can’t believe im saying this but deserve 🤷🏼‍♀️

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #jennifer jareau imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss imagine #derek morgan #derek morgan imagine #penelope garcia #penelope garcia imagine #david rossi #david rossi imagine #criminal minds fanfic #one shot

[the-lil-spud]

Mama Didn't raise no Bimbo!

Y/n was thrown head first into Hell - like everyone she has to find her own path and she was doing pretty darn good but what happens when she finally comes across the three Vee's who don't necessarily like to share...

Chapter One

This was such a bad idea!

Such a bad idea! How did Angel Dust manage to convince you to do this was beyond you. But here you are gripping the handle of the front door of the Vee’s Tower.

“Oh, I’m just running a little late at work honey, meet me at the tower and we will head to the clubs from there,” you mocked under your breath as you turned the handle. Swear, if that Valentino tries to get you to join a porno you will kill Angel.

Deep breaths. Entering the main foyer, you squint because of all the damn bright lights, screens, and décor. Spying all the cameras you drag your coat closer to your body. No hiding from anyone here. You make your way up to the receptionist desk as instructed by your lovely ‘friend’.

“Hey sugar, I’m here to see Angel Dust, they’re expecting me don’t suppose you could tell me where I should be going could ya?” Giving your best winning smile at the bored receptionist, at her unimpressed flicker of her eyes going over your outfit and hair you could feel the smile start to strain. Like everyone, your appearance changed when you came to Hell, and you considered yourself lucky that you mainly had humanistic characteristics – the fangs, violet eyes, skin as white as snow and wicked pink highlights in your hair you just considered as an extra – it could be so much worse. You have seen much worse.

Smoothing your hands over the coat you let your smile drop and narrowed your eyes at the receptionist. Down here in Hell you were sure others just made situations difficult to be difficult. Actually… that was probably true. They were just the worst down here.

Popping her gum in your face you could feel your eyebrow start to twitch. Bitch. Tapping away on her keyboard she proceeds to ignore you for a few moments before pointing at a sign which told you which floors for what people. Seeing Valentino’s floor, you assume that’s where you should be heading. Thanking the receptionist – though she didn’t exactly do anything but affect your confidence in your outfit – you make your way over to the elevators, getting in as soon as one arrived and jabbing at Valentino’s floor.

Crossing your fingers you wouldn’t meet that particular Overlord, considering the receptionist was a pain in the ass you could only imagine what he would be like and from the horror stories Angel Dust told you – you really didn’t wanna meet him.

Reaching the floor quicker than you expected you straighten out your outfit, slightly regretting the black stilettos but they were the only decent heels you have in your closet for dancing, plus the neon pink on the base matched your accessories and splashes of colour on your dress. You fully embraced the image that you were a bimbo, it helped with tips and your image at work. As a singer and a dancer at one of the clubs on Pride Circle, the dumber you appeared the more people underestimated you. And you just loved it when they underestimated you.

It's where you met Angel Dust, in one of the first clubs that you were working at. Through him you then met Alastor who after hearing you sing a few older songs then allowed you to sing on his Radio Show (on occasion) and from him you then met Rosie who put in a good word for you with your now current boss at one of the more respectable (using that term loosely) clubs in Pride Circle. Which is the only reason why you would enter the Vee’s Tower – you owed Angel Dust a lot this was a small ask.

Stepping onto Valentino’s floor the smell of smoke, sex and sweat hit you like a wall. Flickering your violet eyes around you spied the Spider speaking to the Overlord. Damn. Seeing that the conversation wouldn’t be ending any time soon you huffed under your breath before making your way to them.

“Angel, sugar, you ready to go?” You ask when you reach the two, keeping your gaze on him as from the corner of your eye you see the tall Overlord swivel on the spot. Angel’s eyes connect with yours before trying to hide a grimace.

“Heyyy gorgeous, listen it’s gonna be a little later than we planned I’ve just gotta film one more scene then we can go”, catching the mouthed sorry at the end. Smiling understandingly at him you shrug your shoulders.

“Oh no problemo honey, want me to stay or I can meet you at the club?” secretly crossing your fingers that they’d say to meet you at the club.

“Ah no it’s cool if you stay, right Val? Y/n can stay for the last scene?” Bugger. Turning your winning smile up at the infamous Valentino only to see their stare was focused on you already with an menacing smile pulling his face into a sinister expression which made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end.

“Ah the famous Y/n, Angel talks about you all the time – don’t you baby! Course you can stay and watch. What about if you participate as well, I could get you a job princessa, with those legs, boobs and that pout you are a star waiting to happen. I could get a contract written up in seconds if you want-“He pulls a deep drag from his cigarette and blows it all around so you three were in a cloud of hazy red smoke. Holding back a cough you try to keep the smile on your lips.

“Thank you for the offer, Sir, but I am happy with my job at the moment but as soon as I want a change in career, I’ll let you know”, I reply to the Overlord. A bead of sweat drips down the back of my neck. Valentino’s anger was legendary. To refuse him was to insult him. And you had done all that within a few moments of meeting him. Plus being close to Angel Dust was another factor against you – he was so jealous over Angel.

His smirk grew as he gazed over your outfit. Well, a smirk was better than shouting, right?

“Shame. You could be a star,” another drag of his cigarette before shrugging you off and directing Angel back to the stage. Quickly winking at the spider, you make your way over to a few chairs that were against the wall. Shrugging your coat off you turn to see a few creeps eyeing you up, bloody perverts. Baring your fangs at them you sit down and yank your phone out from your purse.  

A sigh leaves your lips, crossing your leg over the other, you peruse Sinstagram while trying to block out the sounds coming from Angel and the other demons and sinners in the scene. Checking on the progress of a few photos of the outfit that you shared earlier of what you were wearing tonight which you had tagged in Velvette as she was the designer of your dress: a tight black dress with stripes of neon pink, ruffles of the neon around the off-shoulder neckline and other intricate details – it reminded you of Marilyn Monroes pink dress, so you had saved up for months to buy it. The almost velvet material clung to your curves in the most delicious way and the colours just accentuated your hair, skin, and eyes. If no one could tell - you just loved pink and again it helped the Bimbo image you put across.

Brushing the waves of hair out of your face you look up and again see a certain Overlord’s stare focused on you, his own phone clutched in his hand. Careful not to challenge him by looking at him head on you keep your gaze soft and lowered.  The issue with Valentino was he didn’t always accept no as an answer. And you were so not ready to become a porn star. To be honest since arriving in Hell you hadn’t even entertained any one in your bed. More concerned with getting somewhere safe to live, safe(ish) to work and try not to get mauled, raped or murdered every day seemed to take up your energy. Which is why Angel wanted to go out tonight – to try and get you laid. Chuckling softly as you remembered his horrified face when you said you hadn’t had sex in over a year you let your violet gaze glance over to him. Wincing slightly at the position he was in at the moment, which really could not be comfortable, you let your attention go back to your phone ignoring both the Overlord and Angel as a slight vibrate notified you that a certain Vee had liked your post.

Your mouth opens in shock when you see THE Velvette had liked your photo. Heart racing a little you couldn’t control the smile that stretched across your lips, holding in the little squeal you desperately wanted to let out you settled for giving a little excited wiggle in your seat. Or you were until a shadow encased you. Looking up you lock eyes with the main V. Vox. Uh oh. “And who is this lovely lady, Val?”

Sooooo ... for a first chapter what did ya thinkkkkkk?

#hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #hazbin angel oc #hazbin angeldust #vox x reader #valentino x reader #velvette x reader #vox x valentino x velvette #vox x valentino x velvette x reader

[lizzieislife94x]

Roleplay (e.o)

Lizzie x Fem Reader

GirlxGirl

Y/ns POV:

"What to wear what wear" I whisper to myself as I pick out the sexiest dress I own it's black tight fighting and hugs me in all the right places and shows just enough cleavage and thighs this should turn some heads, I quickly shower and dry my hair deciding to go with a curly look for this evening I quickly get dried and put on a nice lacy bra and underwear set as I sit at my vanity doing my make up after half an hour I put my dress on and grab my phone to check the time fuck 7.30pm better get going I quickly order an uber and stand outside for a few minutes waiting. "Thank you so much" I say as I climb out the uber and head into a fancy bar I don't normally come to these places I prefer night clubs but thought I'd try something new "hey yeah can I have a vodka and soda please" I say politely to the barmaid "coming right up ma'am" she smiles and makes my drink handing it over to me as I sit and sip my drink I noticed a blonde at the end of the bar looking at me but I play it off until the barmaid hands me another drink "complements of the lady at the end of the bar" I nod and look over and smile as a thank you "what's a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this alone" I look up to find the blonde standing over me with a flirtatious smile "oh just a stressful day at work, what about you beautiful " I smile back and hold out my hand "I'm y/n its nice to meet you and thank you for the drink" she shakes my hand holding longer than needed while staring into my eyes "Zoe nice to meet you" she says while biting her lip "please join me" I ask with a grin "let me get you a drink back" she sits beside me as we make some small talk.

We laugh none stop "your co worker sounds like a complete bitch "she says while laughing and holding my arm I can't help but smile while I giggle "yeah she did honestly she thinks she's the boss because she went out in one date with the actual boss" I laugh and finish my drink ordering 2 more "I gotta pee ill be back in a second beautiful " I say as I head to the bathroom I turn as I hear someone behind me "kiss me already " the blonde says while walking towards me I grab her waist and bring her in for  a passionate kiss letting my tounge run along her bottom lip waiting for access which she denies so I decided to grab her ass and she moans giving me the opportunity to slide my tounge into her mouth after a minute of kissing we break away for air as she pushes me into a stall both of us breathing heavily as she slides her hand up my thigh towards my clothed core as she kisses me again making me moan into her mouth as I let my hands roam her ass lifting her dress deepening the kiss

"fuck you're so wet" she moans as she kisses her way to my neck sucking and leaving marks "I can't help it when a sexy woman demands me to kiss her" I say breathing heavy as she slides my panties to the side teasing my clit "mmmh fuck right there just like that" I moan as I close my eyes and she continues to suck my neck quickly finding my sweet spot "mhh so wet and needy" she breaths into my ear making me whimper as she slides 2 digits inside me with ease "fuck so fucking tight " I moan and open my eyes to look at her "I don't normally do this kinda thing" I try to say without moaning and she just smirks increasing her thrusts into my dripping cunt "yessss fuck fuck yess right there" I scream as I feel my orgasm approaching my legs starting to shake quicker than I'd like "cum for me y/n" she whispers into my ear and just by her words I start to cum undone like never before "shit fuck yesss" i moan as my legs shake and I smile looking at the blonde infront of me "that was amazing" I smirk as she sucks her fingers making me groan "mhhh so fucking tasty y/n I think I need to clean you up properly "she says with a grin as she sinks to her knees and puts my leg over her shoulder pulling my panties to the side leaning in to lick a strip up my folds lapping up my cum with a moan which sends a moan flying out of my mouth I look down and grip her hair as she sucks on my clit before moving her tounge down to my entrance sliding it in and out as her thumb rubs my clit with the right amount of pressure I close my eyes moaning after a few minutes of her working my clit and tounge fucking me I cum all over her face as my back arches and legs shake "fuckkkk oh god right thereee"

she licks her lips and stands up to kiss me "mhhh so fucking tasty" she whispers against my lip as I look into her eyes "my turn" I smirk bending her over the closed toilet pushing her dress up and sliding her panties off "these are soaking" I smirk dangling them for her to see I quickly sink to my knees and leave a gentle kiss on her lower back then ass cheek as I push her legs apart and spread her cheeks I sit back and take in the view for a second before leaving gentle kisses on her clit earning a moan from the blonde "don't tease me y/n" she moans impatiently I giggle and run my tounge through her wet folds as my tounge pushes its way inside her tight cunt making her moan "fuckk just like that" she breaths out a shaky breath I work my tounge in and out for a minute before replacing my tounge with my fingers pushing 2 inside her with ease "uhhh fuckkk shit yess" I smirk and thrust my fingers harder and faster curling them at the right spot hitting her gspot as I listen to the sweet sounds of her moans I thrusts faster and harder as I feel her walls tighten around my fingers "I'm cumming " she whimpers as I continue to thrust my fingers slowly letting her ride out her orgasm "so pretty when you cum for me" I smirk as we stand up fixing our dresses I look at her and we both burst out laughing "fuck lizzie that was so fucking hot nice idea for the whole strangers role-playing thing" I smirk grabbing her by the waist placing a gentle kiss on her lips "it was so hot baby god I love you" I smile looking deep into her eyes "I love you too beautiful "

AN: another update for yall just to keep the book up to date since I didn't post yesterday haha 😅 anyway if you have a request message me I do them right away unless I'm asleep ha but I hope you enjoy feedback is welcome good or bad hope everyone has a great day/night word count for this chapter is almost 1.3k 

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[biggie-chcese]

rain code age headcanons because i have literally only ever been choosing ages based on what's funniest but now i wanna cast away my grand layers of irony and be genuine for a moment. also. this goes pretty in depth so be prepped for the long haul when you click read more lmao.

spoilers for the whole game below and it's because of one specific character iykyk

Yakou - this man has the soul of a guy in his late 40s going through what would be his midlife crisis if not for the fact that he's fully aware he passed the midpoint years ago. but that soul is trapped in the body of a guy who doesnt look a day older than 28. what moisturizer does he use? i doubt he even uses anything other than that 13 in 1 shampoo. anyway, i think he's 32.

Halara - 26. nothing really to justify this other than they've got that mid 20s swag but 25 didn't feel right. adult enough to be as competent as they are yet young enough to look like that. moving on.

Desuhiko - 19. i think he's the youngest of the NDA because. well. idk man have you read his dialogue? he's got a whole lot of growing to do and is still very lost on his direction in life. he's giving 'bitch fresh outta high school (or in this case, detective training) and relishing in his freshly obtained freedom."

Vivia - 28? yeah i got nothing for this i am going purely on vibes here. 28 just feels right.

Fubuki - 23. she's clearly still a bit young but is also clearly a grown ass adult who wasn't raised right so i think this makes for a happy medium, especially if she's already been on some worldwide adventures n shit before the game. works out quite swimmingly methinks.

Kurumi - 18. for my personal comfort bc we'll get to yuma later but im not gonna sit here and ignore the way the game constantly grovels at the audience's feet to ship them so id rather she not be any younger than this. anyway, more about her: she tends to hold her own as an informant with more competence, maturity, and effecience than most of the NDA. but she also has a pretty childish black and white view on things, like believing her beloved detectives are always right (girl if you were real you would be ENTRENCHED in stan culture oml do NOT get into minecraft youtubers) but i've... seen 18 year olds on the internet that are exactly the same so whatever

Aetheria girls - putting them all at 17-18 because, based on honorifics, they are treated as upperclassmen by their peers in the Japanese dub. i think waruna is the youngest and kurane is the eldest.

Yomi - 25. he has that vibe. old enough to be taken seriously as an adult but young enough to act like That™. yknow?

Martina - 32. she's giving older woman sexy librarian vibes and generally carries herself with a certain level of poise and maturity but is also a freak in a way that can best be explained by being a woman in her 30s. not elaborating on this

Swank - 41. to me he's like those awful surly businessmen who go to cabaret clubs to drink and smoke their office job woes away and cheat on their wives. but he also has extreme mafia boss swag about it so i kinda love him for that. dunno what this has to do with age tho. moving on.

Seth - 22 because he's giving youngest brother. i think he's the youngest of the peacekeepers in general. guillaume definitely bullies him about this.

Dominic - 34. bro is built like a jojo character what else do you want me to say. he's still got that youthfulness about him that makes me think he's still not going through his midlife crisis, so i wouldn't place him any older

Guillaume - 23. guillaume is so girlypop manic pixie dream girl core that she's definitely got the energy of someone who is young but also strikes the balance of being someone who has a job and a mortgage. dunno how she does it. id like to think she isnt even much older than seth but still bullies him for being the baby of the peacekeepers. do u understand my vision. please. they have so much annoying coworker potential.

shinigami - idk like 1000. she's a death god who cares.

yuma - okay. yeah. look i dont give a singular fuck about age discourse- headcanon whatever you want- but from looking at canon material i genuinely think that he could not possibly be any younger than 21. 20 if we wanna push it. yes, i know he looks young. i have eyes. but also, im in my 20s and the most common thing people tell me when i reveal my age is "oh, i thought you were 15." one time a person asked me if i was 12. at my job. that i was actively working at. i was 20. adults can look young, and contrary to the classic 1000 year old loli dragon trope he doesnt act overtly childish. he acts like a normal fuckin guy. yes he cries but like. you wouldn't in his position? bro speedruns lifelong trauma so skillfully that he's backwards long jumping into alternate universes where everything is somehow worse. i'd be freaked out if he didn't cry. also im aware that the child prodigy detective trope is a thing and that kodaka has written that before but... he was number one three years ago. and the training takes two years. which means, if he is a minor in the game's present day, he started working at the WDO at 12 and became number one at 14... at the oldest. have you ever met a 14 year old? forgive me for not suspending my disbelief here. and really the kicker for me is that yuma has a line where he says he's not sure if he's drinking age (which would be 20 in japan), but you know who would be sure? you know who knows yuma's age better than yuma?

makoto kagutsuchi - this megacorporation CEO has a fully stocked minibar installed in his penthouse. <- sentence i cannot bring myself to believe if it's about a child. since i also cant picture him becoming CEO at age 14 without yomi at least once angrily pointing that out (he only ever mentions that makoto is an outsider, or has his head in the clouds), id like to think both him and yuma, at their youngest, earned their top spots at their respective organizations at 18. it keeps their gifted kid syndrome and young prodigy-ness without making things comically ridiculous or uncomfortable for the sheer amount of sexual situations yuma gets put into.

anyway that's my silly little ramble on age headcanons. this was actually really fun to think about. shoutout to kodaka for leaving out the ages. funniest choice he could've made

#rain code #raincode #mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #rain code spoilers #mdarc spoilers

[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 2

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Jessica Day (New Girl)

"She brakes for birds, she watches her favourite movie several times when upset, she is more comfortable at home than at the club, she struggles with being flirty, she's a geek, her humor isn't always understood by others, and she's in love with Nick Miller."

Daniel LaRusso (Karate Kid)

"Man... he has represented every bullied kid just wanting to prove themself since the 80s. I can relate to him coming from a single parent family, starting a new school and struggling to fit in. He kind of makes things worse for himself too by retaliating and trying to stand up for himself and pulling pranks without using his goddamn brain. He just has the worst luck constantly. Gets on the wrong side of the high school bad boys on day 1. Gets a crush, turns out it's the ex of the leader of the bad boys. Wants to learn karate to try and defend his scrawny ass, the only karate class in town is where ALL the bad boys learn. That's how being a teenager feels. In the end he ends up kicking their asses and proving himself. I guess that's how we all want to feel. Also the first thing he does when he moves into a new place isn't sort out his luggage or anything. He fills a bowl of water for a dog outside. Me too kid. Me too."

Omota Uramichi (Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan)

"He's extremely tired dead inside all the time for extremely relatable reasons such as annoying colleages and bosses, dreams not working out, being stuck in a job he doesn't really like, and just adult life being a bitch. But even so, he still has to keep up a happy facade."

Jack Spicer (Xiaolin Showdown)

"- He's a gifted kid who doesn't get taken seriously despite having some clear skill - So fucking gay it's unreal - He wants validation so badly dude - Alternative fashion icon - Autism beast - Trans in my heart (but he's canonically respectful of people's preferred pronouns so even if he isn't, yes king)"

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

"number 1 princess in the whole world"

Eichi Tenshouin (Ensemble Stars)

"gay"

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[toastedkiwi]

Small Assistant!Reader being there at the hospital when Jason wakes up.

Jason: why are you here?

Y/n: because I’m level headed

Jason: didn’t you get arrested for tasing a man?

Y/n: yeah but that wasn’t the first time I was arrested and that man deserved it.

Jason: you were arrested more than once?

Y/n: yeah but none of it was my fault. I was provoked.

Jason: you were provoked?

Y/n: the first time was the guy touched my ass- I tased him. Some bitch pulled on my hair in a club- I punched her and was thrown into a bar fight. And the third time was I pepper sprayed Lex Luthor because he shoved my boss.

Jason: I would’ve loved to see you pepper spray Luthor.

Bruce: *coming into the room* I’ve got the video on my phone.

Y/n: yes! I knew you were useful for something!

Jason: *snorts*

#bruce wayne x small assistant!reader

[katyawriteswhump]

Bed of Roses (steddie love month, day 17)

For @steddielovemonth, Day 17 prompt: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost (@yournowheregirl ) Thank you <3

Rating: M. CW: prostitution, unwanted kink/abuse/pet-names (NOT between Steddie) alcoholism, substance abuse. Tags: rockstar Eddie, rent-boy Steve, make-up fic, angst, shameless perversion of Bon Jovi lyrics. WC: 2,000.

...

“'Cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head…”

In his dressing room, pre-show, Eddie grasped his second bottle of vodka in an unsteady hand.

“…and some blonde gave me nightmares; I think that she’s still in my bed.”

This was NOT GOOD. Eddie had gotten sap-fest Bon Jovi lyrics slithering around his brain. He couldn’t for the life of him remember his own lyrics.

“Hey, Amigo,” he announced to the vodka. “I got a venue of ten thousand to entertain, and you’re literally my Obi-Wan—my only hope.” He caressed the bottle’s label. “80% proof, huh, Baby?” 

I’m serious, Eddie, you’ve had enough. You WANT to follow Kurt Cobain into the 27-Club?

Riiiight. That was not a Bon Jovi lyric. That sounded more like Steve Harrington, in sensible-parent mode, hands planted on his slender hips.

The tears struck fast. Eddie clonked the bottle onto the dressing table then followed it, pressing his heavy head to the glass.

He seriously didn’t want to die. However, he was so through with this life. Of any life, without Steve. The cavity where his heart once lay veered between grating emptiness and an unbearable pain. 

His fingers twitched toward the bottle. Screw it, the show must go on, and he’d lost his only light in the darkness…

“… as I dream about movies, they won't make of me when I'm dead.” 

That still wasn’t one of his own darn lyrics. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single goddamn word of any of Corroded Coffin’s songs.

A sharp knock on the dressing-room door had him squealing like a little piggy. An old guy poked his head in.

“Who the hell are you?”

“You hired me, Mr Munson. Dirk Gordon—Private Dick?” 

“Ah… Yeah, so I did.” Eddie’s rotten heart hammered way too fast. “Have you..?"

“Yes, Mr Munson. I believe I’ve found him.”

…

“What do you mean, you're not gonna pay me?” Steve wrapped his arms tight around himself. The only heating in his boss’s rundown office came from the guy’s endless chain of cigarettes. “I spent the whole evening simpering at that old dragon. You told me she liked music—I talked music endlessly.”

“You yammered on about some death-metal garbage. She likes Wagner.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “What’s Wagner? That crusty old film-star?”

“Oh, Steve, Steve, Steve. What am I gonna do with you?” His boss sauntered around the desk and hooked an arm around him.

Jesus, you stink.

“You’re good-looking, kid, you’re charming, but you simply can’t cut it with that kind of high-end client.”

“She seemed happy.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, failing to shake the guy off him. “She paid you, right?”

“Not the full whack, and you got a fancy meal out of the bitch. Look, I’ll give you your cut, if you do better tonight.”

He squeezed the back of Steve’s neck. Steve tried not to shudder. When his boss produced a piece of paper and wedged it down the back of Steve’s skin-tight jeans, he stopped trying to hide his revulsion.

“Details are all there. He’s a banking exec, early forties—no more dinners and dances with Doris, you’re spending the night at his house.”

A dry lump clogged Steve’s throat. “Is he gonna want..?”

“Sex? Christ on a bike, what trade do you think you’re in?” He squeezed Steve’s butt.

“Jesus fu—” Steve bit his lip, fixed on his damp sneakers. 

“Believe me, Steve, your hair ain’t your best asset. You’re gonna have to sell that plump lil’ ass for real, sooner or later.”

Steve flinched, then schooled his features as blankly as he could. 

“This guy’s got a few kinks, but as Johns go, he’s a pussycat.” He lifted Steve’s drooping chin with his knuckles. “Show him what ya got, Sport.”

Steve couldn’t get out into the drab morning fast enough. He retrieved the paper from his underwear, shoved it in a pocket unread, then stumbled, zombie-like, into a diner. “Black coffee, please? It’s an emergency.” 

The waitress smiled. “You want breakfast, Steve?”

He shook his head, though his stomach grumbled.

He ended up slumped on the table, his face pillowed in his arms. Christ, ‘male escort’ had never seemed like a great idea, but he’d figured the pay would beat waiting tables. So how come he was still behind on his rent, and that he still couldn’t afford to eat some days, let alone buy his pain meds?

He muffled a miserable laugh in his elbow. He genuinely wished he could afford to get smashed, get high, because nothing could fill that gaping black hole of pain. Even worse, one of his fave Bon Jovi songs was playing on the radio, and SO not helping:

“Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.” Shit! He was fighting back dumbass tears already. “I got nothing to prove, for it’s you I’d die to defend.”

Why the hell did he run away? He can’t recall any reason that mattered anymore. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” he mumbled. “I miss you so much.”

Somebody touched his elbow, and he jolted up. “Sorry, hon,’” said the waitress, “we need this table for dine-in customers.”

“Right.” Steve swiped any tell-tale moisture from his cheekbones.  “I’ll clear outta your way.”

...

“Ready for playtime, Bunny Rabbit?”

Steve’s skin crawled, and his face burned. He’d gotten his head in the client’s lap, and the guy was playing with his hair. It would be tolerable, he guessed, if he’d not so often laid in Eddie’s lap like this, and… Christ, Eddie! Steve shut out the unwanted touching and began to drift. He was so beyond tired. And that song from the diner crept back:

“Now as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you. While my mistress—she calls me to stand in her spotlight again…”

The pinch on his cheek startled Steve back to the present. “You kipping there, Bunny Rabbit?”

“Uh… er, sorry, Daddy.” Uuuuuuurgh! “Whatever you want, Daddy.” He dared sit up. “I’ll grab a condom and, uh… stuff.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” When Steve went to rise, his arm was grabbed, and he was held in place. “I don’t like rubbers, Cutie.”

“You heard of this thing called AIDS?” Dipshit!

Steve wrenched his arm free. The guy raised his hand and slapped him. Which wasn’t exactly out-of-the-blue, because face-slapping had been listed among this repellent son-of-a-bitch’s kinks.

“I’m paying top whack for you.” He leaned over Steve, suddenly kinda huge and scary, not least because Steve now saw double. “Your pimp said you were clean, so I’m gonna have you any way I like.”

“I… uh…” Steve kicked the bastard’s shin and shoved him hard. “Go to hell, asshole.” 

He fled out into the night, still dizzy from the blow. He pulled his mesh vest back on over his head. The icy wind bit, and he realised he’d left his only jacket behind.

“Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST!” He kicked a lamppost, holding back on venting the true force of his feelings. Still hurt.

He limped off up the street, fast as he could. The ache in his toes at least distracted him from the ringing in his ears. An hour later, he stumbled around the corner of his block, thinking only of throwing himself into his bed, while he still had one.

He was so close, when the hairs on the back of his neck stood suddenly on end. Through the haze of his exhaustion, he realised a car crawled up the gutter behind him.

Had Mr Happy-Slappy-Sleazebag come after him? Then again, Steve’s pursuer could be anybody. After all, he was walking through a red-light district, shivering his ass off.  Dressed like the whore I am. Hahaha!

The car pulled up right beside him. A blacked-out window rolled down.

Steve ran, turning sharp up a dark alley, then… Shit, shit, SHIT AGAIN! He was only a hundred yards from his digs, and yet he was so messed-up that he’d sprinted up a dead-end.

He nearly kicked the bricks. Instead, he punched them, as if that would blast through the solid wall. He turned about, bit his grazed fist, and sank slowly onto his haunches. 

Two figures approached up the alley, silhouetted against the lights of the street behind. Get up, Harrington! GET UP! His legs wouldn’t obey, and his breaths came only as rapid gasps. Nothing felt real anymore. Am I gonna die..? I’m gonna die!

A hand stretched out of the gloom.

Steve stared at it—at the familiar chunky silver rings, which couldn’t be real. He glanced up, and… wtf? It was Eddie, apart from it wasn’t Eddie. This dude looked more like Eddie’s ghost. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

Maybe I scored some Benzos after all, and totally ODd.

“Stevie?”

No mistaking that voice. If this was a trip, it was a good one. Steve pried an eye open, and Eddie’s hand was still there. Steve took it, let it help him to his feet, because… Why not? Suddenly, they were in each other’s arms, clasping each other tightly. This is real. You’re real!  Eddie reeked of booze, and also of something devastatingly comforting and familiar. Somebody’s wretched sobs shook through them both.

“I’m s-sorry.” Steve sounded broken. “I-I honestly don't know why I left anymore. I was such an idiot.”

“No. I was the idiot. I’m sorry, too. So very fucking sorry.” Eddie sniffed hard, lifted his tear stained cheek from Steve’s shoulder. “I’ve not been doing so good without you.”

Steve blinked the moisture from his vision. He wondered if he looked as wrecked as Eddie—red-eyed and waxy pale, under the distant glimmer of the streetlamps. Probably. If he hadn't leaned against Eddie, his legs would’ve given out again.

He laughed, without knowing why. Eddie laughed too, and it warmed Steve’s soul. “Gonna be honest, Eddie—not been doing so good without you, either.”

…

When Eddie got out of rehab, Steve waited on the steps of the clinic, hand stretched out to take his. He pulled Eddie close, and then into a sweet, lingering kiss that renewed Eddie more thoroughly than even a lengthy booze-free sleep.

“I’m never going through that again,” said Eddie, his lips still brushing against Steve’s.

Not least because I never ever want to be parted from you again, even for a fortnight.

“Yeah, but you’re dry, Eddie, and you’re alive. I’d say that’s goddamn metal of you.”

They started back to the car, hands still clasped tightly. “Not gonna take credit, Stevie. You’re what got me through.”

“You might’ve got me out of a fix, so we’re even.” Steve’s sigh rode on a wistful sadness. “I mean, I was so lost. Thinking of you was all that kept me… I dunno, alive, I guess. You know, I kept on thinking about that Bon Jovi song.”

“Uh, you know how I feel about Bon J—"

Too late. Steve burst into song: “Well, I'm so far away, each step that I take is on my way home. A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this pay-phone—”

Eddie pressed fingers to his boyfriend’s parted lips. “As much as I hate cutting you off in your prime—two teensy-weensy issues. Firstly, I had no idea where you were, and you never called! Second, what’s wrong with my blood-and-death drenched lyrics?”

Steve took Eddie’s fingers and kissed them: “Hurt too much to think about them.”

“You know what, Sweetheart? Hurt too much to sing them, without you around. Even though none of them are actually love songs.” Eddie raised his gaze to the heavens, and looped his arms around Steve. “Go figure.”

“You sure they’re not love songs? C’mon—they’re all secretly about me, right? Only coded or something. I’ll crack it one day.”

Steve’s gently mocking smile destroyed him, in the best possible way. They tumbled into a French kiss, and he resigned himself willingly to the only thing that mattered: 

“And the truth is… Baby, you’re all that I need.”

...

Thanks for reading <3 Likes, comments and reblogs always much appreciated :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on ao3).

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[enm-enthusiast]

The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 1 - Jeremy Part 1

Before we get started, some things I’d like to say. First off, thank you everyone for all your support, it means a lot you’ve stuck with me this far!

Also, a shout out to my fellow ENM writers Suitedwestend and Gaystoryfull, check out their pages for more awesome content!

Now, this series will be revolving around a diverse cast of characters, all of whom I’ve already introduced but again we’ll be starting off in Jeremy’s POV and next chapter we’ll introduce Stephen. While this may disappoint some, I don’t intend for this first chapter to be as full and action-packed like most of my works. I want to slowly build up this series, and have the payoff to cause you all to have the effect of you all dropping your pants ;) Now, without further ado, let’s get into the first chapter of my new series, Blue River’s University: The Exhibitionists Club.

Character Description: Jeremy is a 6’2 ginger man, a little on the chubby side, with green eyes and facial hair on the sides of his face which is square-jawed. An english major at the university, Jeremy works as a part time gym cleaner on campus, where he gets to spot the half-naked, sweaty bodies of other adult males on campus. Jeremy is bisexual but has yet to be intimate with another man, and fantasizes constantly of finding himself a young stud he can turn into his submissive bitch…

Jeremy

I hated going to the gym, but not for reasons people might have expected. I didn’t stare at the regular gym goers' bodies with envy, nor did I hate the idea of exercise, no, my reasons were far more…lustful.

I hated getting to see their glistening, sweaty-bodies as they worked out, their sexy torsos exposed for all to see. It drove me mad to know that I could never get my hands on any of them, I knew they’d reject me in a heartbeat.

What a shame it was too, because almost every time that I had to visit the gym I spotted a cute guy or two I thought needed a good spanking. In fact,I had my eye on one in particular, starting one day when I spotted a young blonde who I just knew was a perv underneath his shy exterior. He had obviously been new, asking the people who worked at the gym all sorts of questions, but no matter what he refused to show any skin or take off his shirt.

Every time I went to the gym these days since then, I saw him there, working out. The last time he had managed to build himself up a little, but still, he refused to show off anything! My cock ached in my pants just imagining his tight little ass cheeks clenching as I slapped them till they were red and raw. I never got to stay long enough to see if he used the showers here, and it was never my job to clean them so our paths never crossed if he did…

Sure enough, even now as I walked into the doors of the gym building I could see him lifting weights off in the corner. My eyes were drawn to how his ass clung to his short blue shorts as he bent over with the weights. I was positively drooling at the sight, his butt was round and perfectly curved, making it look like two small, but thick bubbles were stuck to him at all times. 

“Uhhh, Jeremy? You alright?” I heard a voice say which snapped me out of my trance, tried to ignore the blood rushing to my cock, and turned back towards the head of the gym. Technically my boss, George was an older man in his early 40’s, but was in really good shape, in fact I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t want to get down and-

Stop it, you're working, I had to say to myself to keep my cock from getting even harder in my pants. “Yeah George, I just got distracted by some new equipment I hadn’t noticed before, seems it’s being put to good use” I said, hoping that would satisfy him.

“Ah, you noticed? We just got those new weights last week, some members have taken a liking to them” he said, pointing to the blonde stud with his chin. 

“Yeah, he sure seems enthusiastic…” I said, trying to keep my gaze away from his ass. 

“Stephen’s pretty shy, but he’s put in some commendable work here, and has come out of his shell a lot, but I keep having to stay open late because he insists on using the showers only until everyone else leaves” George said.

Fuck…he does use the showers here?! I thought to myself, my heart racing at the implications. I found out his name too…Stephen…such a cute name for a cute twink that I knew for almost certain was hiding something pervy underneath his shy exterior. I got so caught up in my own thoughts again I almost missed George’s next words which would change my life forever…

“In fact…that reminds me, I have a special job for you tonight, my usual cleaner for the showers called off tonight so I need you to stay a little later and finish cleaning up after Stephen’s done showering, that okay?” he said.

My cock throbbed in my pants as he finished speaking, and I had little time to gather my thoughts as I grinned widely and said “Oh don’t worry sir…I think that’ll suit me just fine” I said.

“Great! Just don’t spook poor Stephen while you're in there, he scares easily, gets so caught up he doesn’t notice anything going on around him” he said, smiling while shaking his head before walking away.

I turned back towards where Stephen had now put down the weights, sweat drenching his white tank top and briefly glanced in his direction, I gave him a knowing smile and a wink. I didn’t catch his full reaction but before he turned away I saw red in his cheeks. 

Damn, he’s cute!….I’d bend you over here and now if I could, but soon enough I’ll get to see everything you're hiding, I thought to myself as I walked away and started forming a plan inside my head.

(Four Hours Later)

“If this works…I might lose my job, but…I never really liked this job anyways” I said to myself out loud, my voice barely a whisper.

The gym was officially “closed” now, but the cleaning staff stayed behind and I was the last of them now, with everyone else finished. All that was left was for me to clean up the showers…

Less than an hour ago, I saw Stephen gathering up his things in his gym bag and once everyone else but me had left, I spotted him heading for the showers. I made sure he didn’t see me as I gathered up my cleaning supplies in a handheld basket and made my way towards the gym showers.

The lights had been mostly turned off, with only dim light in the hallways obscuring my vision slightly as I reached the door to the showers which was situated at the far east side of the gym. I held my ear to the door and sure enough I heard running water, grinning to myself and freely grabbing my cock through the fabric of my pants.

Luckily for me, not only was Stephen rather short-sighted but the gym shower door had a soft lock on it which meant that whenever it opened the lock always clicked softly, barely making any noise. I heard that the gym had it designed that way to ensure people could move in and out without making any loud noises that would disrupt people from showering.

Whatever the case, it was certainly helping me put the first steps of my plan into place as I opened the door with a soft click and slowly pushed it open and as quietly as I could, closed it behind me. I made sure the door was firmly closed before turning back around to see where Stephen was and what I saw made my jaw drop.

He was naked. Fully naked, out in the open with water running down his smooth, tan but completely hairless skin. Believing himself alone, he had taken the middle shower, which was closest to the door and lockers, yes, but it also meant anyone walking in would get an eyeful of your bare ass. I spotted more than a few bare asses that way when cleaning the showers during the day shift, some were quite nice, and all I wanted was to get my hands on them.

If I play things right, I’ll get my hands on those, I thought to myself, gazing right as Stephen’s bare ass cheeks. They seemed to shine under the water, and they jiggled in such a way as he moved around washing his body, that my cock was fully hard in my pants.

“Not yet” I said to myself. I gripped my basket tightly and managed to tear my gaze away from the amazing sight of Stephen’s naked body. As I walked further in, I noticed his gym bag on the benches right across from the open showers. Out of curiosity, I moved closer and looked briefly inside.

Holy fuck! I thought to myself as I spotted not just gym clothes…I saw very explicit gay porn magazines, and not just any porn…BDSM, leather porn. My cock throbbed as if in approval of Stephen’s rather kinky, and as I suspected, perverted tastes. 

I even saw what looked like a vibrator inside, which made me wonder to myself: why the fuck would he bring that in his gym bag…unless…he has it inside him while he works out?!

Regardless, it proved I was right in my assessment of Stephen, that beneath his shy boy exterior was a submissive kink-boy that was about to expand his horizons just a bit.

Just one look improved my chances for success dramatically, but first…I looked away from his gym bag and walked further in, five feet away from Stephen. I cleared my throat, loudly enough for him to pause and turn around slowly. Upon seeing me, he blushed a deep red, covering himself with his hands and yelled “What the fuck?! What are you doing here?” he said.

His blond hair was cut short, but it was wavy, and his dramatic motions just now made it flow across his head as if fluid despite that it was wet. The sight of it, along with his crimson-red blush, made my cock throb even harder though thankfully he didn’t notice…yet.

“Uhhh, my job? The usual cleaner is off tonight so I got asked to do it instead, I didn’t think anybody else was left” I said, nonchalantly. I hated having to lie like this, but I knew it was the only option I had to calm him down.

In fact, he seemed to calm down quite a lot once I finished speaking, and, while still covering himself he even seemed apologetic. “Oh…I see, well I’m sorry I yelled at you, I thought George had told everyone but..I guess I should have asked, is it alright if you can wait to clean? I’m almost done here” he said, his voice nervous and clearly very embarrassed.

“It’s all right, no need to worry about it, but…it’s late and I need to get going as soon as possible…so how about this, I’m going to go clean the rest of the showers so that once you finish up I can clean up your area and we can both leave, how’s that sound?” I said.

He seemed to consider it, he darted his eyes away from me and after a moment he looked back up and said “A-alright, that seems fair, just please…don’t look” he said and his blush turned even redder. This boy doesn’t know how cute he is, it almost made me lose control and pin him to the ground while I sucked on his neck.

I didn’t let it show, thankfully as I gave him a smile and said “no problem” before turning around and walking to the far side of the showers. He seemed to still be wary, however, and waited a long while before he finally got back to showering, keeping an eye on me the whole time. 

I was true to my word, I didn’t look at him once and even finished up cleaning the showers which thankfully wasn’t too dirty today. It was nearly time to put the rest of my plan into action, but it hinged on Stephen at last diverting his gaze away from me.

I seemed to have calmed him down enough, because he at last had to look away as he lathered his hair up with soap. Now’s my chance I thought to myself as I stuck close to the lockers, stepping carefully towards his gym bag. Stephen didn’t hear as I made it to where his gym bag was, and carefully gathered up his clothes. 

I removed his wallet and his phone, and placed them back inside the bag, then I inspected his clothes. It seems Stephen had chosen to wear a jockstrap to the gym today, a purple and green one too! and had regular black boxer briefs to change into.

I gathered all of his clothes, including his shower towel, in a bundle, and hurried my way to the door, opening it with another soft click and had it open halfway before I stopped…

I turned back towards him, gazing as he rinsed the soap out of his hair which ran down his back and then his cheeks…I bit my lip as my cock started to harden once more. My original plan was to take off with all his clothes and make him run out of here naked but…those magazines changed things. 

Instead, I tossed his clothes out in the hallway which landed in a corner that I made sure to remember in my head as I closed the door behind me.

Keeping my eyes trained on him, I slowly walked back towards his gym bag. Stephen had finished rinsing off and was now making sure all of the soap was off of his body, which meant his shower was nearly over. That was when I made my move by grabbing one of his magazines, a picture of a nude, bound twink on the cover, a collar on his neck with a leash held by a muscle dom in leather.

Well…I may not be covered in leather, but I think I’ll do just fine, I thought to myself. I started flipping through the pages. Loudly. My attention was now solely on the magazine and I had to admit, some of the content was turning me on. My cock was almost fully hard again, and I purposefully used my free hand to rub my erection through my pants. 

I unbuttoned the top of my pants, and slightly unzipped them to allow my hand to slide its way inside and grab ahold of my aching boner. I moaned out loud now, and the sound of that, combined with me flipping the pages of the magazine, had finally caught his attention.

I withdrew my hand from my pants and made sure both hands were now holding the magazine and twisted my face to be one of surprise and shock as he turned around once more.

Stephen’s eyes widened in shock themselves, so much so he forgot to cover up and I got a look at what he was packing at long last. His cock was thin, but long even while soft it looked like he was four and a half inches. Once he noticed where my gaze was he blushed and quickly moved to cover himself, but before he did so I saw a hint of his cock enlarging. 

His blush stretched all across his face, including his ears when he recognized the magazine in my hands. “Dude, what the fuck are you looking in my gym bag for?!” he said, trying to sound angry and confident. The truth was that he was embarrassed that someone had not only seen, but was actively looking at his perverted jerk off materials.

“You left it out where practically anyone could see it, I was walking back and sure enough I saw-this” I said, pointing to the cover, and he turned his head away in shame.

“I gotta say though…you have nice taste” I said, pointing this time to the leather-bound muscle hunk that held the leash to the twink on the cover. Stephen froze, and he looked back up to see where I was pointing and his eyes both widened and something else too.

I saw a spark pass between them, and when I did I knew I had his attention. “Although leather has never really been my thing…I could make an exception…under the right circumstances” I said, giving him a knowing wink and a smile. 

I closed and set the magazine down on the bench and looked right at Stephen, and him at me, his mouth slightly open. Looking at his wet, naked body and his embarrassed state just turned me on so much, that when Stephen bit his lip my cock throbbed in my pants. This time, he noticed.

He looked back up at me, and he licked his lips, and I smiled in triumph as I knew I had him now. I made my move by slowly walking towards him, and he instinctively backed away, towards the wall. Never breaking eye contact, I continued my slow but steady pace towards him and he kept backing up until he hit the wall.

He looked at me nervously, and I reached up and turned the shower head away from us as I halted right in front of him, our bodies pressed close together. I put my hands on the wall on both sides of his head, and leaned in close to his ear.

“Has Stephen been a bad little boy?” I whispered. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him bite his lip and I felt something press against my crotch. I smiled as I knew exactly what it was.

I slowly lowered my hands, inching my way until they met his bare shoulders. He didn’t stop me, and he didn’t protest at the contact, in fact he seemed to encourage it. I rubbed his shoulders for a few moments as I repeated my question, but again I got no response.

I lost my patience as I growled in my throat and grabbed his arms, pinning them above his head. He gasped in surprise, but didn’t shout for me to stop as I at last looked down to see his fully hard cock dangling between his legs.

Fuck…I thought to myself as I stared at his six-inch cock, I wanted to desperately grab ahold of it, then milk him until he shot his load all over himself, but I had other plans first.

I looked back up to see Stephen’s cute, blushing face gazing back at me. I leaned into his ear once again and whispered “Stephen…you’ve been a naughty little boy, haven’t you?” I said.

“y-y ... .yes” he said.

I took that as my cue as I leaned down to his neck and started kissing it, slowly, before I started sucking on his bare, wet skin. “Mmmph!” he said out loud. As I did so, I started to grind my crotch against his, pressing his cock against my pants which only made him moan louder.

In between me sucking and kissing his neck, I said “I want to hear you say it, boy”.

He didn’t ask what I meant, he knew exactly the words I wanted to hear.

“I-I’ve been…a naughty little boy” he said.

With another primal growl in my throat, I suddenly let his arms go and this time I hooked my own underneath his thighs and pulled him up and pressed him against the wall. I positioned myself so that my crotch was pressed directly against his ass which I took the opportunity to squeeze and slap a few times.

“Mmmm, fuck yeah boy, this sweet ass of yours has been the highlight of my work day each time I walk in here, each day I imagined what I’d do to it if I ever got my hands on you” I said, the words spilling out of me as I grinded my crotch against his ass.

His face was contorted between complete and utter embarrassment and the pleasure of me dominating his little twink body with ease, and in response he said “I….I’ve noticed you around here too…and I’ve…thought of you doing exactly this” he said, his face turning crimson at the confession.

I smiled, and thrust my crotch against his ass which only made him whimper as his body language clearly communicated how much he was enjoying this. I noticed his cock was still hard, and with my right hand I reached out and firmly grasped it.

“Oh, fuck!” he said out loud. 

“Yes…that’s right little Stephen, moan for me” I said as I slowly jerked off his cock. With my left hand, I reached out and started playing with his balls which were low-hanging and, like most of his body, hairless.

His moans certainly became louder, as I slowly increased my pace of me jerking off his cock and balls, all the while my own boner throbbed in my pants, begging to be released and thrust inside his waiting asshole.

But that was going to have to wait for another day.

Instead, I continued my pace, and surely enough the stimulation was beginning to bring Stephen near the breaking point. I leaned in near his ear once more and said “Mmm, looks like you're having fun there little Stephen, you want me to make you cum?” I said.

“Fuck!....yes, please sir make me cum!” he said, his voice pleading and pathetic.

“Good boy” I said and started to jerk him off faster, determined to milk him of his cum. I moved my face towards his, and looked directly into his eyes, waiting to see if he would-

He kissed me. Before I knew it, he had his lips pressed against mine, and it awakened something in both of us, as his mouth opened, hungry for more as his arms tried to reach towards my shirt.

I momentarily stopped jerking his cock to slap his arms away before resuming. He looked at me confusingly, and I smiled back reassuringly but shook my head, and the look in my eyes said ‘not today’.

He looked disappointed, but didn’t complain as I knew he was nearing orgasm. I thrust my crotch faster and deeper, grinding my imprisoned cock against him as Stephen’s moans reached a crescendo and his body tightened.

“I-I’m gonna…” He didn’t finish but I broke away from his face as I pointed his cock upwards, toward him. His cock burst as he shot his load all over himself, I could practically feel his balls draining within my hand. His body relaxed as he came down from the high of finally shooting his load and I gently let him down back to the ground.

“Fuck…that was so intense…who are you anyways?” Stephen asked me when he could finally stand up without his knees wobbling.

“The name’s Jeremy, and I have a feeling this won’t be the last we see of each other” I said, winking at him while my cock, still hard in my pants, pressed against the fabric as if in response. I zipped and buttoned up my pants before turning around to walk away. 

As I reached the door of the showers, I turned back to see Stephen staring at me dumbfounded, like I was crazy to leave without getting off myself. As if in explanation, I smiled at him deviously and said “Trust me, I wanted to pound your ass like there was no tomorrow, but I thought we’d both enjoy you making your first nude walk home” I said, giving him one last wink and a smile before quickly exiting.

I saw his eyes widen and a blush reappear on his face, but I didn’t waste time as I quickly closed the door behind me, gathered up his bundled clothes in the corner and dashed away. I made my way to a hidden corner, where you wouldn’t be able to see me unless you passed right by but it was right by the janitor’s closet. So, I pulled out my phone while hearing a loud but muffled “FUCK!” coming from the showers.

I smiled to myself as I set my phone to record, then I simply waited to watch the magic happen.

End of Chapter 1.

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoyed this first introductory chapter of my new series! Next up: Will Stephen manage to find some clothes as he escapes from the gym? Or will he really have to make a fully nude journey back to his dorm room? 

Find out next chapter, but until then, hope you enjoyed ;)

#cmnm #enm #gay #enm story

[littleoanh]

A/N: Hello, my darling @missanonymous1999. Thank you for being so kind and understanding about the first request and redoing your request. Also thank you for being so patient with me! I really appreciate that and it means a lot when you are so supportive. I changed a few parts of your request to make the story flow better. I still hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy this piece. 

Daddy’s Lessons

Characters: Bonten Trio + Mikey x fem!Reader

Summary: fem!Reader who is being hard headed and refused to listen to her yandere s/o and how would they punish them.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+ ONLY - MINORS STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM THIS (Yandere, stalking, briefly mentioned mind break, and kidnapping), cursing, mention alcohol consumption and illicit drugs, smut (daddy kink, blindfold, handcuffs, spankings [baton and paddle], baton fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, face fucking, a little cum eating, face slapping, body slapping, kinbaku, vaginal fucking, creampie, pussy spanking, non-con anal, vibrating wand, nipple clamps, dumbification, overstimulated, and bullet vibrator).

Special Thanks: EB for helping me brainstorm, proofreading, and beta reading! @angels-aesthetic for the flower divider!

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

Sanzu is staking out in the club you are currently partying at, the one your daddies told you to not go to but you didn’t listen to them. You are busy drinking and dancing with your so-called friends. The same friends who use you to gain access to the top clubs in Japan, hard to reserve restaurants, and illicit drugs. “Got my eyes on her, Boss.” He talks almost stoically on his cell phone. His droopy eyes follow your movements, you appear to be leaving the area. “She’s going outside.” 

“You know what to do.” Mikey’s monotone voice is quiet but enough for Sanzu to hear through the loud beats.

You are feeling pretty hot even though you are wearing the shortest and skimpiest dress. The club is awfully hot, too much body heat and not enough air ventilation. Stepping outside to get some fresh cool air. You can feel the pounding of loud music through the wall, making the club vibrate. Taking a quick stroll out in the alleyway, not paying attention to your surroundings. In one fluid motion, you are pushed against the wall. You yelp in pain.  

“Shut. Up.” Sanzu’s voice is terrifying but your body tingles lustfully. He handcuffs you from behind, wraps something satin-like over your eyes, and strips your panties to stuff them in your mouth. “You want to be an ungrateful bitch? Then you will be treated like one.” He throws you over his shoulder with your bare ass in the air and tosses you in the trunk of a vehicle. Oh, this is probably not good. But wetness drips from between your legs.

You lost track of time but it feels like forever.

Next thing you know, you are on the cold hard ground. It’s cold. Too cold for your liking. You hear the clanking of shoes echoing in the room. You can’t tell where the footsteps are coming from because of the echo. 

“Well, well… look who we have here.” You recognize Ran’s playful voice, you feel his big hand grab your cheeks.“Did you have fun betraying your daddies like that?” You try to answer his question but still gagged, only muffle noises come out. He chuckles darkly into your ear. “Trying to talk back? What a bad little girl. You need to be appropriately punished.” 

Ran pulls you from the cold hard ground and drags you to a chair. It squeaks under the cement floor as Ran pulls you over his lap. Your dress is scrunched up at your hips, bare ass up, covered in goosebumps from the frigid air and cold floor. You hear him pull something from his pocket, running the cool object down your body. It feels like his baton. He lightly grazes it along your legs and spanks your ass with a light groan. You can imagine his stoic expression on his face. You cry in pain, he’s never spanked you this harsh before. 

“Did that hurt, darling?” He mockingly questions you, “What you did hurts more than this.” He continuously beats your ass with his baton. You cry out even more, your ass burns in pain, tears streaming down your face, soaking the blindfold. After what feels like 20 or more spanks, he stops and uses the tip of his baton to caress your ass cheeks as though to soothe you. He dips it down to your slit and slides it up and down. You moan, spreading your legs, trying to lift your ass up in hopes to gain some pleasure. “Oh, you like that dirty little slut? Want to fuck yourself with my precious baton?” 

Still muffled from your panties, you nodded your head, greedily. Ran sticks in just the tip and fucks you with it, twirling little circles, opening up your entrance. Your juices run down your leg, sticking your thighs together when you try to grind down the baton. The squelching noises from the baton and your slit turns you on more. You are whining, wanting him to push it in more but he doesn’t care. This is what you deserve. By the sounds of your moans, he sensed you are about to cum soon. Ran takes out his baton out of your pussy and you whimper from the emptiness of your clenching hole. 

Ran slaps your cheek, it rings across the empty room. “Do you really think you deserve that?” He leans down and whispers into your ear, “Only good girls get to cum.” He tosses you off of him, you fall onto the cold hard ground and whimper from the impact. The sound of his zipper unzipping, you know what is going to happen next. “Get up.” His cold distinct tone instructs you and you position yourself on your knee in front of him. He takes your panties out of your mouth and you start coughing. “Open up.” Mid-cough, Ran pulls your hair back, forcing you to open your mouth before shoving his big cock in. He brutally fucks your throat, making you gag. 

Your gag reflex is strong but Ran doesn’t give a shit. This is your punishment after all. Even though you couldn’t see, stars appear in your eyes from lack of oxygen. You don’t think you can take it anymore, your throat is squeezing his cock so tightly but he pulls out last minute to ejaculate over your tits. Some land on your chin and you try lick it. His rough finger swipes it from you and you can hear him lick it off his finger. “You don’t get to taste daddy’s cum.” He slaps you one last time before leaving you on your knees. 

Your throat feels bruised and you try to catch your breath. Drool and tears rolling down your face. You probably look like a mess. You hear another sound of shoes clanking on the ground. “What a pathetic little girl.” Rin’s sadistic voice resonates the room, he inspects your body and finds your ass is the only place that is red, your cheek is slightly pink and your mouth is swollen. “Tch.” He annoyingly clicks his tongue, “He didn’t punish you enough,” Rin roughly grabs your arm to unhandcuff you, you feel his breath on your ear, “I won’t be so easy with you.”

He grabs some rope to tie you up. From the feeling of it wrapping around your body, you can tell it is done aesthetically, every other inch of you is covered in rope. He suspends you in the air with your legs apart in a butterfly pose. Your hands are tied behind your back, your back is arch with your tits towards the floor. Rin inspects your cunt then unzips his pants, “You look wet enough, you horny bitch.” He savagely rams his thick cock into your tiny hole and you cry out. The sound of skin slapping and your wet lewd juices echoes the room. With your eyes being covered, all you can focus on is him hitting your g-spot. 

Rin feels your gummy walls clenching on his cock, “Don’t you dare cum without permission.” He growls and smacks your already sore ass. His strong hands slap your thighs, your face and your tits. He is going to make sure you will be bruised, leaving you a reminder of your punishment.

“Please!” You pleaded with him, the pleasure feels too good. “I promise I will be good! Please, please, please.” Your blabbering begs don't reach Rin’s ears. He is focusing for his pleasure only. “Please, daddy!”

He continuously fucks your hole ignoring your pathetic cries, your juices dripping out of your soaking wet pussy and there is a creamy ring around the base of his cock. The way you are whimpering, your helplessness makes his lilac eyes roll back and groan. Rin increase his pace, fucks you even harder. Making it more difficult for you to hold on.

“Daddy, please! I-I can’t hold on much longer!”

“No.” He denies your orgasm.

Pulling his cock in and out and trying to last as long as he can to torture you. More tears are dripping down your face, you are feeling too stimulated. It almost hurts. Every touch pulls you closer to the edge. You are beginning to regret not listening to them about not going out with your friends. You can’t handle it much longer, your legs shake uncontrollably. Finally, Rin is almost close. He thrusts so hard, his tip hits your cervix causing a bit of pain.

He lets out a guttural moan while spilling all of his seeds into your womb. It nearly makes you orgasm but Rin pulls out too quickly, letting his cum leak from your abuse hole. He zips back up, hearing your silent sobs. “Maybe the next person will listen to your worthless begs.” Rin’s shoes clinks away from you, leaving you suspended. Your clit is aching. You can’t close your legs in hopes to rub your thighs together to relieve your needy clit.

Another pair of shoes comes into the room. “Awwww,” You immediately knew that was Sanzu's mocking tone, “did no one let you cum?” He comes closer to find the bruises Rin has left behind and he hums in approval. “If you are a good girl,” Sanzu runs a thin, smooth object around your ass. He circles it around the pink areas, cooling down your burning ass. It’s a leather paddle. He grabs your very sore ass cheeks and makes you whine in pain. “Maybe daddy will let you.”  He spanks your ass cheek and you yelp. “Don’t cum without permission.” He warns you, trailing the paddle near your clit. You whine as he puts pressure on your clit, knowing how stimulated you are.

Sanzu slaps the paddle on your pussy and you yelp in surprise. There is an electrifying feeling that makes you want more. He slaps the paddle on your pussy at different pressure and speed. You pant, dry humping the air for more. It gets harder and harder for you not to cum until the last spank, Sanzu hits your clit at the right pressure and you cum on the spot. Your legs are twitching, you moan is pornographic. Sanzu pauses for a moment.

“Did you cum without daddy’s permission?” He asks in a low dangerous tone, you are terrified to answer him. “Answer me.” 

“I-I didn’t mean to. I’m-I’m sorry-” Sanzu used full power to slap your abused ass with the paddle and you scream.

“You ungrateful bitch!” Slap. Slap. Slap. “Now you’re going to get it.” He unzips his pants, pulling your ass closer and spreading your ass cheek. You feel his cock prodding your unprepped puckered hole. 

“Wait-please no!” Sanzu pushes his cock in, a painful sting shakes your body. “No, daddy! It hurts!” 

“Too fuckin bad. Daddy doesn’t give a shit if it does.” He tries to push his length but you are too stiff, not relaxing your hole. Sanzu slaps your ass, “Fuck, relax!” He demands you, but it was too difficult for you without prepping you. “Tch.” Sanzu gathers a glob of saliva and spit on the tip of his cock. He successfully moves a few inches more, the pain is slowly changing to pleasure. “That’s it. Relax your pathetic hole.” Finally he is able to bottom out, without giving you a moment to rest.

“Ah!” You squeal, Sanzu mercilessly fucks your ass without a care of your well being. He spread your ass cheeks, watching his dick fucking in and out of your ass. It makes him feral seeing this. Your tits are bouncing from the constant movement. Sanzu is about to burst, your ass feels too good and it’s deliciously hugging his dick. He chases after his climax, heedless of your own pleasure. 

“Ugh, fuckkkkk.” Sanzu’s dick pours lots of thick warm cum up in your ass. Finally slowing down his pace, making sure all of his cum is in your asshole. Pull out, watching your swollen pussy and leaking cum out of your ass. He takes out his camera to take a picture of it, wanting to commemorate. Sanzu walks towards your face and grab your cheeks with one hand, “Now you be fuckin’ good to your last daddy.” He releases you, then the sound of his shoes fade away.

You barely hear the last footsteps in the room, giving you an eerie feeling up your spine. You know who the last person is going to be. He quietly comes close to your face, observing your fucked out body. You smell the sweet aroma of taiyaki radiating off of him, then he yanks your hair back hard.

“Ah!” Mikey slaps your tits, there’s not enough markings there. You whimper with every slap he gives you, then suddenly you feel a pinch on both your nipples. This is certainly new to you. There appears to be a chain connecting the clamps for him to pull. He tugs it, making you mewl. A vibrating noise cuts through the air. It’s hum, slow and deep. Your body reacts on its own, knowing the sound well. You try to spread your legs wider than it already is waiting for pleasure to arrive. The vibrating wand touches your engorged clit and you become a moaning mess.It feels so, so good. “Daddy …” You call out to him, hoping Mikey will let you cum properly. “Please, may I cum?” 

Without answering you, he set the vibrating speed higher and tugged on the nipple clamp.

“Daddy, please! Please let me cum.” You plead him once again, he changes the speed once more and it’s driving you insane. “Please please please. I promise to be good. Please daddy, may I please cum!” Your body is shaking, needing your orgasm and he adjusts the speed.

“Cum.” His voice is so soft while pulling your nipple clamps, you almost couldn’t hear him from how loud the vibrator is and you are finally releasing your sweet bliss orgasm. Mikey is still leaving the wand on your clit, allowing you to cum over and over again. Your clit is feeling too sensitive, you couldn’t move away.

“Sen-sensitive!”

“Take it.” He continues this rhythm for god knows how long, you have too many orgasms and your tongue is lolling out. Your clit goes numb, your mind blanks and your eyes cross. That’s exactly how Mikey wants you. He removes the vibrating wand from your clit and moves it towards your face. “Lick.” Your tongue is already out and you lick your tangy taste from the vibrator like candy. He removes the nipple clamps, leaving them achy and sore. “Are you going to listen to your daddies now?” 

“Ye-yes, daddy.” Mikey quietly walks away quietly and you relax now that it’s over. The room goes quiet minus your haggard breathing. You shift your suspended body, trying to get more comfortable when you hear a small sound of vibrating. A bullet vibrator. Mikey must have gone to grab one and you wonder what he is going to do with it.

“I don’t believe you, you know.” He pretends to sound sympathetic but he shoves the bullet vibrator deep into your pussy, making you twitch from sensitivity. Mikey pulls your hair back, forcing his mouth closer to your ear, “Should’ve listened to daddy when he gave you the chance. Do you see what happens now when you don’t listen?” You whimper. “I’ll come check up on you in a few hours and see if you learn daddy’s lessons.” He silently saunters out of the warehouse, leaving you shaking, and thinking about what you had done wrong.

[End]

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Cillian Murphy (Actor)... Pet Peeves Reading (sort of)

Could be a pretty impatient (go go go) type of man so he doesn't like when ppl are in his way, in his walking path. But also career wise (in his way) or in anything else he's set his mind to do. He likely tunnel visions when he's focusing on a task or work so if you were to get in his way during that time he might literally nudge you out the way or speak bluntly/aggressively to you until you get lost

He hates ppl that believe the world revolves around them (I heard "snarky bitches"). I definitely feel this energy is directed at prissy ass celebrities that walk around like their blood doesn't run red like everyone else (celebs that have a superiority complex and view themself higher than regular ppl. I also lowkey think he doesn't like to hang around celebs outside of work/events. He could surround himself with a lot of normal ppl, maybe even the type to disguise himself and go to regular clubs/bars just to converse with non celebs

I don't know what's going on but this guy's energy is strange (not in a good or bad way). It's just that his energy seems to want me to ask him about his personality or just ask things that go a little deeper about him (its like when you meet a talkative stranger that's lonely and as soon as you strike up conversation with them they won't quit talking). So guy's, I'm going to follow his lead and switch to a personality reading on him since he seems to want that.

He's quite childlike and innocent, very careless and a freedom seeker so he can find himself in trouble and can't get himself out of it (calling his family, manager etc. .. to help him out of his mess even when he's been warned beforehand not to do certain things). He can be a bit too trusting of ppl and doesn't have enough boundaries set against ppl who wish him no good. He's like a guy that befriends a homeless person (not exactly a bad thing) but if that person had bad intentions, he would never notice it or put two and two together to why money in his wallet keeps going missing and other things of that sort

He's a very creative man with a lot of self confidence in his skills, looks and abilities. He knows very well what the public wants from him and he's self assured that he can constantly meet their expectations (even exceed it). I've never watched the show Peaky Blinders but I think the character he played has a similar personality to him and I mean that for his good + bad qualities. Because I'm also seeing a temper that rolls deep, like a destructive temper in which he doesn't care what he says or what he does. He just wants to get back at whoever pissed him off. He could have a problem letting things go especially slights against him

He's a very romantic and loving man that knows how to charm and bring that ultra passion in romantic relationships but he could also use his charms on everyone (likely unintentionally since his Venus in Taurus just makes him a naturally flirtatious man) but he could make a lot of ppl want him, damn near do anything to be with him

I do see he's quite bossy and pushy, doesn't really take no for an answer (a card came out saying "Shut your mouth and listen"). I think when he commands ppl, they tend to listen not just because of who he his but his voice may carry power (especially when he's bossing ppl around)

Yeah this guy is very bossy, he's used to being listened to and having things his way, and he definitely got his way with the direction of this reading lol. It's like his energy was like "Nah, don't ask me about that. Take a deeper look at my personality instead" and it didn't feel like he was asking but that he was telling me

Roll Deep by Hyuna is a song that fits this readings energy

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Last Night - Jack Harlow

Context: "I don't wanna feel, how I did Last Night."

Genre: angst, mentions of sexual activity

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sexual activity

A/N: I was waiting for this song to come out since I saw it advertised on Instagram, and man... this is a BOP. Please listen to Escapism by Raye to understand the concept. Enjoy!

Masterlist ☽☾

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Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him

All of my diamonds are drippin' on him

I met him at the bar, it was twelve or somethin'

I ordered two more wines, 'cause tonight I want him

Midnight and the club were packed. You knew it would be packed since it was a Friday night and when the day jobs had ended, in weekend came in. But still.

Damn.

You did not expect to be fighting for a seat at the bar.

The black dress you wore complimented your figure beautifully, heels to match, hair done to perfection. You felt like a boss-ass bitch. Especially after Last Night.

"You sleazy, grimy bitch, I earned this seat fair and square!"

"Love, this seat does not have your name on it, therefore, anyone can sit on it."

"Okay, and? I was sitting here first. First dibs bitch."

"Oh, so now we're childish? Okay, well, I'm not gonna stand here and fight with a blowfish-faced ass bitch over a fucking seat. I-"

"You can sit with me." A man spoke, your eyes wandering as our head turned to the side.

"Sit with you? Where?"

"On my lap, of course, best seat in the house."

"I don't know about all of that..." You spoke, eyeing the man up and down. He seemed harmless, but it didn't feel right sitting on another man's lap, especially since-

You paused.

Fuck it.

You kindly sat on his lap, slightly grinding up against him as you got comfortable.

"Be careful Miss. Lady, my little friend might make an appearance." He spoke gruffly in your ear, slightly licking at your neck.

It felt so wrong, yet so good.

"Well, maybe I want him to make an appearance." You spoke, looking back at the man with a smirk, his eyes blown out in lust.

"2 more glasses of wine, please!" You yelled out to the bartender, him nodding his head in response.

This was gonna be a night.

A little context if you care to listen

I find myself in this shit position

The man that I love sat me down last night

And he told me that it was over, dumb decision

When Jack initially sat your down, you thought it was him announcing another tour date or something.

Man were you wrong.

"It's over Y/N."

"What do you mean it's over? Did I do something wrong?"

"I just... I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry."

"Is it somebody else... are you..." His eyes dropped at your accusation, your body growing tense with anger.

"You cheated on me, Jackman?"

"Look, I said I was sorry, I-"

"You're fuckin sorry? YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY? After all of this, after what? Four years of us being together, all of a sudden you don't love me anymore. Bull-fucking-shit."

"Look, Y/N, I don't know what to tell you."

"You don't have to tell me anything. Pack your shit and get out. I don't care that your name is on the lease, I don't care bout any of that shit, just get the FUCK OUT!" You motioned with your hand, grabbing your keys and your jacket shakily.

"I can't even... I- I don't want to see you when I come back, I don't want to smell you, I don't want anything to do with you. Delete my number, my social media, everything Jack because I am done."

And with that you slammed the door, taking a drive to distract your mind.

That was it.

Just a heart broke bitch

High heels six inch

In the back of the nightclub, sipping champagne

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi sniffing cocaine

The ride to the club you were headed to was a bumpy one. Your friends had decided to drag you out to the nearest club for a few drinks, a few weeks after Jack had broken it off with you.

After he had broken your heart.

Night after night, club after club, this lifestyle was beginning to affect your lifestyle, your work. So many photos of you had appeared on the internet, looking like you'd fallen into a sewer, and probably smelling like it too.

Your label had requested you take a break, just for the sake of your image. They didn't want the amazing singer, Y/N caught out on her ass.

But nevertheless, your "friends" still dragged you out for "one last rodeo." That's what they called it.

And at the end of the night, you called them fake, finding out through the grapevine that they had known what Jack was doing, and had kept it from you behind your back.

You didn't trust them anymore. And who would blame them?

Those drugs had really gotten to their head, just like the dye job they had all gotten without you.

Traitors.

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex,

I was looking for a man who's on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

"Oh my god, fuck. Please, please please please fuck me. I want you inside me, I want you to- fuck!" The man slid inside of you, taking slow and strong strokes to get you adjusted to his size.

More like addicted.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, interlocking your feet at the apple of his ass cheeks and pulling him closer and further into you, a moan falling from both of your lips.

"Fuck baby.."

"Fuck Jack." You felt him stiffen, and that's when you realized what you had done.

"Did you just call me Jack?"

"No, I didn't. I um-"

"I must have been hearing shit, pussy put a spell on me huh?" He thrust back into you again, your nails digging into the flesh of his back.

You felt so guilty, yet so good.

And every time you had sex, each time with different men, you felt good. It felt terrific, justifying, revengeful.

But it still wasn't Jack.

And it wasn't until you actually got caught drunk-moaning his name, that you became ashamed of yourself.

Ashamed of the many drunk texts you had sent. The drunk tears. You were over feeling sorry for yourself. So you began anew.

A reboot.

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel like how I did last night

I don't wanna feel like how I did last night

To say you had a big change was an understatement. You had cut everyone off, only keeping close friends with those who supported you, who were there through your rough patch, who helped pick up the pieces of your heart that Jack had shattered, and that you had ground up into dust with your damaging habits.

You had started working on an album, an album that represented who you were and how you felt. It took you years.

Three to be exact.

But you were back and better than ever.

And your friends could tell, your family could tell, your fans could tell. And that's all that mattered to you.

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thatgirly/n: "Love many; trust few. Learn to paddle your own canoe"

dojacat: the queen is back bitches

thatgirly/n: You already know it bestie! Back and better than ever @ dojacat

champagnepapi: lookin good mamas

thatgirly/n: feeling good papi 🥳 @ champagnepapi

urbanwyatt: Welcome back Y/N. Missed you.

thatgirly/n: missed you too @ urbanwyatt. We gotta catch up

allabouty/n: So happy to have you back! Your fans have missed you

jacksleftnipple: Wonder what Jack will think? 🤨

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theshaderoom: Breaking News! Jack Harlow spotted with new girl at a party, a selfie now floating around the internet. All this after @ thatgirly/n 's return to the industry. Questionable?

softcurse: nobody asked. literally nobody.

allabouty/n: Y/N is living her best life, WITHOUT Jack. MOVE ON.

mortirolo: Why can't y'all leave y/n out of this? She's doing fine on her own, now you're just dragging her back through her past.

heavyhitterheaux: Y'all had better leave my good sis alone.

jackharlowsource: Nobody cares about Y/N. All we care about is Jack. She lost him, oh well. She doesn't belong here.

yournamesource: @ jackharlowsource, What is this, the old days? "sHe DoEsN't BeLoNg hErE" the fuck is that supposed to mean? And she lost him? More like he lost her when he cheated. Bffr.

cupcakkeafreakk: can't we all just get along man??

thatgirly/n: @ cupcakkeafreakk, feature me on the diss

cupcakkeafreakk: bet, I'm down.

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thatgirly/n: Still Over It out right now!

softcurse: Now thats my bitch!

thatgirly/n: @ softcurse, you already knowwwww

heavyhitterheaux: lovin the album so far lovely

thatgirly/n: thank you pookie 😘

jackharlow: all love 💙

mortirolo: @ jackharlow If you don't get yo Mr. Tumnus head ass out of here

thatgirly/n: @ mortirolo pleaseeee 😂😂😂

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thatgirly/n: prayin on my downfall don't make you religious

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