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ravens-two · 3 months

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PAC: Your First Time With Your Person 18+

This reading includes:

how your first time will be like w/ your person

where and how it might happen

The extended reading includes:

what you will think about it

what your person will think about it

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone. Also, this content is 18+ only!

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Pile 1

Emperor rx, Two of Pentacles rx, Tower, Chariot | Sun god

"Come all, come now; expand into the skies and into the shadows below."

Hi pile 1, the energy here is very very masculine and dominant. I feel like most of you will be the more submissive energy so I'm going to focus on that for the reading, but please switch it around if you feel like it applies better to you that way. Anyhow, there isn't any switching or "equality" here, this is straight up power exchange energy. You are giving in to your person, letting them do whatever they want with you, complete surrender. This isn't scary for you though, you are doing this because you trust them completely and know they will take care of you. Honestly, despite this whole power play thing (I'm even seeing some manhandling) the sex will be super loving. I truly don't see it being rough or your person calling you names or anything like that. It's like they want to make love to you, they want to make sure that every single one of your needs is taken care of, but they don't want you to lift a finger. Just lay there and let them make you feel good, basically. Ooof, your person isn't shy about what they want, pile 1.

I think that this might happen either during the day or you will go all night long until sunrise (I think that for most of you it's the later). I also get the feeling that this will happen during spring/summer, or on a nice weather day. For most of you this is also happening in a bedroom. The energy I'm getting is that you and your person will want complete privacy and knowing that you have the time to do whatever you two want. For a smaller part of you this might begin in the car and then you move to the bedroom. The energy here is very explosive, it's like at first you're not really sure if you want to do this now, but then all of a sudden you can't think about anything else. I think that you'll be trying to convince yourself not do it at first for whatever reason.

I can't stop hearing the song "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC, so this is some more confirmation that the sex is going to last awhile. Honestly, you should check out this song's lyrics if you aren't familiar, because I feel like it's totally the vibe of your first time with your person. They are crazy about you, pile 1, like crazy crazy. They have wanted to do this for a long time.

Also, let me warn you to make sure you're protected if you can get pregnant! Like, pregnancy is the energy here so be careful if that's a possibility for you. Not to be too explicit, but I'm also seeing a lot of fluids and playing with them, so make of that what you will. Also, if your person is a man he is BIG.

I think that some of you have like a daddy kink or authority figure kink and it's something that it will come into play as well. I think that they'll enjoy it very much as well. There's multiple orgasms here, and I think that you'll be coming very fast and very hard. It will be earth-shattering. For some of you I'm also seeing that the man might finish first - for some it might be a bit disappointing, but your person will make it up to you; for others though I think that it's because you're starting with oral first. Also, if you have breasts they love playing with your breasts, or maybe it's playing with nipples in general. But, yeah this will start with a lot of foreplay and then you guys will have multiple rounds.

Pile 2

Eight of Wands, Ace of Wands, Nine of Pentacles, Fool | Maiden

"Demand what is yours and take back what was taken. Reclaim until you've gathered all of you."

Pile 2, hi! The first thing I'm getting from this pile is that this will be your first time having sex. If this doesn't apply to you, it might be your first time having sex after a long pause or the first time having sex with someone of a certain gender, but if neither applies it might be that this pile isn't for you. I think that for most people this is about losing their virginity, though. No matter the case, I think that this will be really lovely. Your person will make you feel like a god/dess. There's a lot of passion here.

Just like pile 1, I think that this will happen in a "safe" setting, most likely in your bedroom or your person's bedroom. I think that this place has a feeling of luxury to it, even if it isn't exactly luxurious if that makes sense. Basically, it's very tidy, well organized, beautifully decorated, you feel welcome and relaxed in this place. I'm actually seeing a fur rug and throw blankets on a bed, so really comfy. I think that for most of you this isn't planned. I think that it just kind of happens that you have your person over or that you are at their place and then they do something that just makes you think "that's it, I need them". I get this feeling that you just suddenly realize how much you love and trust in this person so you try to initiate. I see you being a bit awkward at first, but you'll find your footing quickly. Before anything happens though I see you making out with your person and feeling each other up for a long time, then your person will ask you if you're really sure about that and then all hell breaks lose.

I think that you have a lot of pent up energy and desire and you want to get it out as quickly as possible, but your person will take over a little bit and slow you down. For one, they know that it might be a big mistake to rush you, but also they want to be thorough with it. This person wants to get to know every single inch of you, they want to know what you like, what you love, what you don't care for. They want to explore your body and consume you. It's like body worship really. It's like they don't want you to think about anything else, but their body on yours. (I also get the vibe that some of you are very anxious or over thinkers and your person really wants to make sure that you're grounded for once). I also get this vibe that your person thinks that you're a bit of a brat, in the best way possible though. I see them laughing as they say that.

Just like pile 1, please make sure to use protection if there's any possibility of a pregnancy. I think that there will be a lot of foreplay and you'll be having at least one or two orgasms before penetration (also if your person is a man I think that they're bigger than average). Your person really wants you to feel good. I don't see you having multiple rounds because I think that you're going to be exhausted pile 2. Maybe the next day, though. Afterwards you're just going to cuddle with your person and have some aftercare. And, also let me tell you that you person is amazing with aftercare they're just so loving and gentle, not wanting you to move a finger and making sure that you're completely taken care of. They may bring you some food and drinks and then tell you to take a nap.

I think that you'll be a bit transformed by this first time. It might be a bit different for everyone and that's why I can't really see how. But it will change the way you view yourself, your sexuality and even your person. I think that it will help you to bond even more with your person.

Pile 3

Lovers, Ten of Pentacles, Temperance, Queen of Pentacles | Self-worship

"My hands fold as I speak to the stars, watching as the sky holds its breath. It's in stillness that I find all that I am and all of divinity within me."

Pile 3, this is probably the most romantic pile here and honestly that's saying something because they've all been super sweet. But this is 100% old-fashioned romance. I can actually see it very clearly that you're going out with your person, maybe out to dinner at a fancy or fancier place and then going either to a hotel or to one of your places to continue the night. This is the only pile that I see going to a hotel actually. But, your person will give you flowers, I think that it will be red roses for most of you (a classic of course), but for others it will be a bit more personalized, like let's say that you love tulips then that's what your person will get you. I actually just heard that your person wants to wine you and dine you and in more than one way lmao. They're funny.

For this pile I think that you have been dating this person for a while, but you're taking things slow. I just get the feeling that you two really love each other - deeply - and you know each other well. This doesn't feel like something that would happen after two or three dates. You might actually know this person before you start dating too. Anyway, as I was saying this is old-fashioned romance. I see candles and rose petals on the bed. Some of you might actually start by taking a bath together or giving a massage to one another. I just see it being very sensual, but calm. You're not rushing here, you both clearly want this, but you know that you have time and it feels so much better to draw it out like this. You're like the third pile where I have to say this, but use protection if you can pregnant! Y'all are very fertile.

I think that you're going to start with oral, and for some of you there's even 69ing here. I'm also seeing lots of fluids here. Like, even your bodies are wet with sweat or from your bath or massage. But this feels very wet, let's put it like that. With the Lovers and Temperance here this is such more than sex for you guys. It's truly like two people becoming one, body and soul. I don't see you two talking much, it's like you don't need to, the connection between you two is so powerful and so deep it's almost magical. There's lots of hand-holding, gazing into each others eyes, holding each other close. It's so, so sweet. I think that you might tear up from emotion, from how much you love them. When it comes to positions I see you guys sitting, cowgirl and missionary. But, basically, it will be whatever can give you as much closeness as possible. I also see you person holding your face, like cradling your head and running their hands through your hair.

Honestly, this will be transcendental for you guys, you might even get like an out of body experience when you orgasm. It will be very very intense. I see some of you describing it as almost being a religious experience. I see that some of you will be squirting for the first time, so that might also be intense. This is just for a few of you I think, but you might have sex in front of a mirror or they might start it by touching you in front of a mirror. Almost being like "do you see how beautiful you are?", etc, that sort of thing. The aftercare will also be very sweet, and I see you being so in love with each other afterwards. Just talking and holding each other until you fall asleep.

Pile 4

Two of Swords, Knight of Pentacles, Four of Wands rx, Three of Wands | The lovers

"Love lulls all sorrow and bewitches flesh, mind and breath, reminding me that I am unafraid of the unfurling winds of my eternity."

Pile 4, this is the most negative pile out of them all. I'm really sorry for that. I would much prefer that they were all amazing and without any problems. I don't think that it's anything serious, but it will vary from person to person. Most of all, what I feel in this pile is anxiety and almost not feeling comfortable in your body. I think that some people here have sexual trauma, relationship trauma, or even body trauma. There might even have some eating disorders in this pile. No matter what it is and no matter the seriousness of the situation, it has left you uncomfortable with your body and with sex. So, I feel like most of you are going into this with a lot of anxiety. It's almost like you want this but you don't at the same time. I'm getting a very specific message that it's only meant for a couple of you: you might have sex with a stranger or hook-up with someone (basically something you wouldn't normally do) just to prove to yourself that you can. It's almost like you're trying to do exposure therapy to yourself. Now, I'm not saying if it's right or wrong, it's not my place to judge really, but just be careful.

For most of you though, this is happening with a partner. I think that you're going to be a bit unsure at the beginning, you want to want it, but you're not really there yet. Your partner is going to be incredible here, because they're going to move really slowly to get you as comfortable as possible and stopping to see if you're alright. I see them showering you with affection and basically praising you to the heavens. They're going to be super careful with touching you, up to a point where it almost annoys you and then you start to become more active let's say. I think that you're going to take charge of the situation at a certain point and guide your partner on how you need it. And honestly I think that they're very much into it.

Throughout the whole thing you're a bit self-conscious. I think that you might be suffering from low self-esteem and you're not entirely comfortable with your body and how you look. This might mean that you have sex basically in the dark, with very little light to make you comfortable. I don't think that this is happening in your house, so that adds a little bit to your anxiety, because you're in an unfamiliar place. I can't get much more information about it, it's almost like your person is trying to protect you and your privacy which is really sweet.

However, I see that you will be left very satisfied at the end lol. Not only that though, you will be feeling much more confident in yourself and your sexuality. I'm seeing you feeling so sexy at the end. It's probably because of your partner too. They'll be like "do you see what you did to me?" and completely disheveled, and you'll be like "oh shit". This will be a turning point for you. I'm really happy for you, pile 4! When it comes to your relationship it will also be taking it to the next level, not just intimacy-wise, but also in the trust that you have in each other.

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phantomlead · 1 year

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fantomuhato · 1 year

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lunar-witches · 7 months

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🌟 Types of Divination 🌟

🃏 Tarot Reading: Ah, the classic! Shuffle those cards, lay 'em out, and let the symbols tell your story. It's like a psychic storytime with beautifully illustrated cards.

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tomieafterdark · 1 year

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“I put a spell on you…18+”

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pairing: witch!reader x dom!bakugo x a little mean!kirishima, they’re all in college 21+, they have quirks, they’re in the same dormitory and Bakugo is two rooms away from reader. Reader has a witch quirk that allows her to astral project, cast spells, enter peoples dreams etc.

summary: you have a crush on this guy Bakugo who lives in two rooms away from you, instead of approaching him like a normal person you decide to astral project into his dream and cast a love and lust spell on him by having sex with him in his dream. Your spell backfires horribly though.

cw: afab!reader, dubcon, noncon kiss, love and lust spells without consent, name calling, mentions of anxiety, blowjob, handjob, double penetration, some praise, use of good girl, blackmail, calling classmate while getting sandwiched.

wc: 4.2k

🕯🃏 DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CONTINUING TO READ, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT AND THE DARK CONTENT STATED IN CONTENT WARNING 🕯🃏

“What kind of outcome should I expect if I put a love and lust spell on that cute boy two dorm rooms away?” You shuffle the card hoping for another answer, but there it is again. The tower card. You roll your eyes.

*For those not well versed in tarot cards, the tower is a card that means chaos as maybe things not going as planned and instead falling apart. It can be good and bad depending on the context but it’s a card of breaking down and rebuilding and facing harsh truths. In this case, for y/n it’s not a positive card. I hope this helps make the tarot bit less confusing.

You check the time. It’s 10:47, almost time for your astral projection. You had specifically planned to astral project on a Friday, since Friday is ruled by Venus the planet of Love. Your spirit guides had told you several times to approach your crush normally instead of spellcasting, but they don’t get it. He was so intense, kind of rude and very popular meanwhile you have always been the opposite of him especially when it comes to popularity. You live in completely different worlds, there’s no way you’d ever cross paths if it wasn’t for a spell. Tonight however that would change, this spell would bind him to you on a soul level. He had to be yours now. According to the book you got your spell from, it should work already the morning after. You’re so excited, finally you’d be able to run your fingers through his pretty blonde hair, hug him, lick his abs…follow the happy trail do- *slap* “FOCUS Y/N!!” You tell yourself as you abruptly slap yourself out of your fantasising. You had to be clear minded and calm before your spell to ensure success. Nervously pouring your enchanted lavender tea into your cup, you spill some on the table. You have been wanting this for so long, tomorrow he is really yours.

Even though you just had a whole cup of enchanted lavender tea, your mouth is more dry than ever. You ground yourself and lay down in the circle you had cast earlier, and slowly you drift into the astral plane as you count back from 100 to 0. Even though you had astral projected plenty of times, it shocked you a little every time standing next to your sleeping body. You stand in the circle next to your body since you have all your protection spells there, the spell starts now. “Here goes” you think to yourself. You start to chant “Lirach Viseo Leveh Katsuki Bakugo” exactly five times as stated in the book. You’re nervous but two seconds after you’re done chanting, a portal opens up to Katsukis subconscious mind. You walk into it, his subconscious mind is a fiery landscape with lots of reds and orange. It feels like Mars energy on steroids to you, it is intoxicating and you feel tingly down there. Being out of your physical body gives you a crystal clear view of your energy body, and right now in reaction to Katsukis energy your energy body is filled with pink and red tension vibrating so intensely you feel like you will blow up any second now. You’re horny. Quickly you set up a space inside his subconscious with more chants and summon his energy body. He is even more beautiful, standing there in that fiery landscape exuding mars energy but way stronger. Trembling as you walk towards him you tell yourself it’ll be fine, and grab his hair to kiss him.

Something deep inside you tells you that this is wrong, Katsukis energy body may be kissing you back but not out of free will. He is just not lucid in his own dream and you know it, your intuition is practically screaming at you. You suppress your intuition and morals and whatever else is screaming at you to stop. Just as you’re about to push your tongue in, a hand grabs you by the neck. He seems to be waking up in his dream, the energy in the space you’re in shifts into a darker one. If you had a heart right now it would have dropped ten times, your spell can NOT backfire it just can NOT. Too late, he is fully awake and lucid. “Fuck.”

Katsuki glares at you. “Hm, you don’t seem like the other dream extras. Who the hell are you?”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare back. It stings a bit hearing your crush say who the hell are you, but he never noticed you. How would he. You’re just another extra to him.

Those crimson eyes are staring deep into your soul. He loosens his grip on your throat, realising it’s not causing any harm to you or getting a reaction from you. Another reason he suspected you weren’t just another extra from his dream.

“So why the hell are you in my dream, I know you’re not supposed to be here. You’re different” he says while still inspecting you.

“I must have come here by mistake” you say in the least convincing tone. It seems to upset him, he glares at you and tells you that you can’t lie to him in his own dream. “I’m sorry” you blurt out, looking up at him with sorry eyes and a pout. Determined to get out of this without him knowing who you are, you try to use your witch powers to appear as you’re not lying when you are. He flips you over, suddenly the entire space changes into a room. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, with you laying on your stomach on his lap. He slaps your ass with no warning. “What a nice piece of ass, are you this hot in real life too?” You squirm under him, he keeps on slapping it. At first it made you squirm and had you pushing your face into the mattress from pleasure, though after a while it shook you to your core. He hit so much your glamor spell fell apart. He lifts you on his lap, with you straddling him. His crimson eyes were staring right through you again, you’re so lost you don’t even realise your glamor spell broke. “I got you now” is the last thing you heard before you wake up back in your body panting from anxiety. “FUUUCK” you screamed. You had one fucking plan and now it’s ruined. His last words still haunt you. You spent the next three days constantly on edge, even calling in sick to classes. Your teacher said she’d send someone from your class to hand you the homework you had missed. You’re relieved, you email your teacher again calling in sick for the upcoming two days as well. You were really shaken up from that experience.

*knock knock knock*

“That must be one of my classmates bringing the homework” you were thinking as you walked towards the door. You are speechless when you open the door to see no one else but the one and only: Katsuki. With him he has another hot guy, red headed, tall and muscular arms. Bakugo walks in like he owns the place and Kirishima follows after with a pretty smile, you almost can’t help but to not mind him barging in. “You can leave my homework on the nightstand and leave. Thank you” you manage to get out without your voice shaking or breaking. Katsuki walks over to you, inspecting your exactly like he did in the dream. He had already found out it’s you but he wanted to slowly torture you by pretending he was about to find out. The tension is killing you, you’re hot and bothered and dripping. Katsuki gets even closer on purpose knowing you’re turned on, this time grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. “W-what the fuck are you doing” you yell at him. He drags you over to your bed, sits on the end and has you straddling him. Essentially he recreates the scenario from his dream, looks into your eyes again and says “I told you I got you. Do you think that lowly of me? That I wouldn’t be able to figure you out?” He locks you in with both his arms now, you’re confused on what’s happening. He looks at Kirishima and goes “quickly get all the proof you can” and just as you’re about to scream he lifts your shirt up and gags you with it. You’re still loud so he puts his big palm on your mouth, threatening to put something bigger in there if you don’t shut up. You look at him with wide eyes, he looks back at you calmly and says “my friend Kirishima here is just going through your stuff to find proof of you using your quirk on me a few days ago, don’t mind him. I really don’t appreciate you invading my privacy like that, and especially not for such a slutty reason.” He places a finger on your clit and starts slowly and painfully circling it, knowing you want more because of how desperately you grind against his finger. “When we find proof, we are showing the principal.” He said coldly. That’s definitely going to get you kicked out of the school, it’s one of the top rules you shouldn’t break. You think back to your tarot reading and how the tower card had come out, this really is a tower moment. You sob, what would your parents say after you got kicked out from the number one college in the country? After pushing yourself so hard…

“However there is something you can do for us and maybe we won’t turn you in” Katsuki says with a sly look on his face. “If I let my hand off your mouth, will you promise to not scream or make a scene?” You nod eagerly, with glistening eyes ready to cry out any minute. “Alright”

You take a deep breath. “Katsuki, I’ll do anything..”

“Get off my lap and get on your knees y/n” he commands and you get on them instantly. Your spell may not have worked properly in the love department yet but you’re getting some of what you wanted and this is a good start, you feel so warm and tingly. There is a chance to be his after all. While you’re pulling his pants and boxers down he makes sure Kirishima got all the evidence he needed from your journal and the chants you had written down with Katsuki’s, name incase you’d back out later during sex. Kirishima gives him a thumbs up. “Now let the real fun start” he thinks as he signals for Kirishima to lock your door.

Katsuki has a big dick, it’s exactly as your tarot cards had told you. Thick and veiny too. You admit it was not ethical to use your quirk to find out what your crushes dick was like, but it was just one time. You lick his tip while massaging his balls with one hand and holding his thick veiny member with the other. You are loving his facial expression and the little sound he made, you slowly put the tip in your mouth and take it in deeper every time you bop your head. Katsuki grabs your hair lightly and makes you look at him. “Y/n if you don’t want me to tell the principal, you have to make my friend here happy too” he says as he points at a very hard and shirtless Kirishima sitting next to him. They both tower over you, making you more wet. The power imbalance makes your heart race, it makes your heartbeat faster especially the one between your legs. “Can you do that cutie?” Kirishima asks with a smile. You nod eagerly.

Katsuki and Kirishima are both standing up now, you put your attention on unbuckling Kirishimas belt but Katsuki lacks so much patience he rams his cock into your mouth unexpectedly. “Keep sucking while you jerk him off.” he commands. Katsuki is so big your jaw is already starting to feel something, it makes you hazy. You finally get Kirishimas dick out, It’s a bit longer than Katsukis but not as thick. You start jerking him off, the hottest moans you’ve ever heard are leaving his mouth and it makes you so fucking wet. You want Katsuki to cum in your mouth so bad, you’ve prepared chants to say in your head when you have sexual encounters with him for ages and now it’s finally happening. The chants are meant to trap his energy and make him attached to you, and the book advised sex is the best option for that as the persons subconscious is easier to influence. You look deep into his crimson eyes, not realising you’re using your quirk to send direct telepathy to him. “Come on, cum in my pretty little mouth. Give me all your fucking cum, give me your energy” are those exact words you sent. He was liking it until he heard the energy part and when realised you were still using your quirk on him, he slapped you in the face and started thrusting into your mouth quicker while cussing at you. This just made you more wet, but you were getting needy. Your pussy needed something inside it now. You start grinding against Katsukis leg while you were jerking Kirishima off. Your arm was hurting so much from it but the pleasure from grinding on katsukis leg mixed with the pain felt like pure ecstasy.

30 minutes pass

You’re still grinding, your hand movements are slower than ever and you’re barely focused on sucking katsuki off anymore. These guys have insane stamina compared to other guys you’ve been, they’d cum in 5 minutes from blowjobs or handjobs but these two won’t even budge.

Katsuki takes his dick out of your mouth taking a good look at you, your puffy lips, the way you’re grinding on him so desperately, the way your face looks so beautiful and fucked out already. “She’s like a bitch in heat” he says to Kirishima, they’re both looking down on you. “Alright since you’re acting like one, I’ll treat you like one. Come sit on my lap” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed again.

You’re straddling him now, with Kirishima next to him. They’re smiling about whatever they’re planning to do to you, it makes you nervous. Your intuition is telling you to get the fuck away from these men, their intentions are anything but pure. “Look Katsuki, she’s getting nervous” Kirishima laughs. “It’s okay baby we won’t do anything bad to you? Right Katsuki? Just gonna have some fun that’s all.” His tone and smirk that follows after makes it worse.

All your clothes come off…

Katsuki grabs your hips and doesn’t let you move them, he is so strong you genuinely can’t move it’s like you’re stuck. His veiny arms look so good holding you like this, his fingertips painfully digging into your hips reminds you of the marks it’s going to leave on you the day after. You’re more than sure he is bruising you.

He lifts your hips up a little and tells you to stay like that, now using his now free hands to position his tip at your entrance. He teases your hole with his tip, you’re so wet your leaking all over his tip. All the teasing is causing you to moan. It feels so good, pushing back all the fears and warnings your intuition sent you about these two guys. Katsuki doesn’t put it in, not even you’re desperate, dripping more than before. “Katsuki please” you whine. “I want it, please I need it so bad.”

“You do? I don’t hear you begging enough slut. I don’t think you want it that badly”

The word slut makes your heart flutter. “No I do. I want it so bad. Please stretch me with your cock, pretty please Katsuki!!”

He shoves you down his dick with no mercy, it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Loud moans leave your mouth, as he continues to move you up and down his dick. Your pussy struggles to adjust to his size but he doesn’t really care, forcing you to take his whole size over and over again as he moves you up and down. Your legs shake and squirm every time you come down on his dick, almost closing your legs from the intensity. It’s too much you just want him to slow down for a second and let you breathe.

you managed to get out a meek “please” “a- kat-Katsuki” as you gasp for air from the constant brutal pace.

“Stop trying to close your legs whore. Kirishima get back there and hold her legs open for me. And prepare her while you do so.”

Katsuki finally slows down, you’re panting at this point. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down closer to him so your ass is up. You’re so confused to why you’re like this, you feel something enter your ass sending shockwaves in your body. It’s Kirishima’s finger.

you’re just about to scream but Katsuki quickly covers your mouth telling you to be quiet. Kirishima doesn’t give a fuck about your reactions though he keeps a steady pace fingering your pretty ass. Your pussy clenches a bit extra around Katsuki every time Kirishimas finger goes inside you. “Bro she’s dripping all over you” he says to Bakugo. “Add another finger and see if the bitch squirts” Katsuki says while he locks you in his arm harder ensuring you don’t move around. He looks into your eyes and says “I want you to take it in the ass like a good slut, ya hear? In a few minutes he’s gonna put his cock in your ass so you better relax and make the most out of this. It’s all the prep you’re getting.”

2 fingers later..

“Keep holding her down Katsuki” kirishima says as he slowly pushes the tip on your asshole, not really pushing it in fully just teasing. Katsuki holds you down real tight, you feel like an object. His hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, his other arm locking you down to keep you still for his friend yet your pussy is drenched. When Kirishima puts his whole length into you at once, you’re glad Katsuki is holding you down like the world depends on it because you want to run away. You’ve never had two in you and there’s just too much at once, none of them are even moving inside you right now and yet you have your face buried in Katsuki, sobbing and whimpering. Kirishima bends down on you and whispers “you’re taking this so well cutie, your ass is so tight and nice too. Be a good girl and relax, I promise it’ll be good, just relax” ear. He pats your head while talking in your ear and it relaxes you a bit, you manage to get out a weak “p-please go easy. I feel so full.”

Kirishima chuckles.

Katsuki knows his friend won’t actually go easy on your ass, he grabs your head and starts making out with you as Kirishima rams your ass at an unforgiving speed. You’re crying and moaning into Katsukis mouth, it’s so intense your whole body is shaking but kissing Katsuki helps distract you. Katsuki whispers “Good girl” in your ear and starts thrusting into your pussy. All you’re getting out are incoherent sentences and sounds, two dicks at once is way past your limit.

“Kirishima lets lift her up, I can’t fuck her as hard like this.”

You’re lifted now, sandwiched between them in the air. Their paces are intense, not giving any of your holes a break. Their rythm matches so every time they bottom out in your holes, they do it at the same time making you feel like you’re going to break in half any minute. Katsukis dickprint literally shows on your stomach, when he notices it he pushes on it causing you to cry out.

*knock knock*

“Y/n are you there? I brought your homework. The teacher said you were sick are you alright?”

Shit. The homework. You look at Katsuki and Kirishima with panic in your eyes, begging them to not move around inside you right now. “Alright we won’t move around inside you” Katsuki says with a smirk.

*knock knock* “hello Y/n? I heard something I’m pretty sure you’re in there. Is everything alright?”

Katsuki starts playing with your clit, making it very hard for you to stay quiet. He smirks at you, he did do as you say after all. He is not moving inside you.

Just having them inside you like this, not moving is still not enough. Every time you breathe you’re feeling both their huge cocks filling you in, whilst you’re stuck in the air sandwiched between them. It turns you on so much being like this right now, on top of that Katsuki playing with your clit doesn’t help one bit. Kirishima whispers nasty things in your ear as Katsuki brings you closer and closer to an orgasm. You’re so lost in his voice, lost in the pleasure Katsuki is giving you that you forget about who is behind the door for a second.

“Please” you whimper.

Katsuki smiles at you. “Please what? Use your words little whore”

“Please” you look at both of them, “please make me cum. I’m so close”

“What do you say Kirishima? Do we make this little whore cum on our dicks? Has she been good enough to deserve that privilege?”

“I think she has, she took anal pretty well” Kirishima says and starts kissing and biting your neck, as Katsuki continues playing with your clit. You feel the orgasm coming, you are unaware of how you’re grinding and bouncing on their dicks lost in the feeling. You let out a huge moan, crying, whimpering, and cussing all at once. This is heaven. You’re so loud, your classmate heard it all but you weren’t aware. Good dick does that to you.

“Oh y/n I had no idea you were busy sorry. I’ll return your homework another time.”

You’re off cloud nine and back to reality so quickly when you hear what your roommate outside your door just said. Shame and embarrassment washes over you, this can not be happening.

“You’re such a slut, did you forget to tell your classmate you’d be getting dicked down today ?? Wasting her time, having her walk all over to your room. Tsk” Katsuki says, knowing damn well this wasn’t helping you.

”I have an idea” Kirishima says. “You’re such a nice friend, you wouldn’t do that on purpose. Why don’t you call her and apologise.”

Before you can say no Katsuki already has your classmate on call, him and her are in the same PE class.

Classmate: Hi Bakugo!

Bakugo: Hey *classmates name*, I have someone here who would like a word with you.

Classmate: oh- alright!

Katsuki hands the phone over to you and just as you talk he starts fucking you, the only thing coming out of your mouth is whimpering and small moans. You’re pretty sure she can hear the wet sounds your pussy is making too every time Katsuki slams into you. You’re praying to god your classmate doesn’t recognise your voice.

Classmate: hello?? Y/n, is that you?

Crap. She recognised your voice.

Y/n: h-hey *classmates name*

Classmate: hi, Bakugo said you wanted to talk ?

Katsuki and Kirishima are pounding into you so hard, your voice is all shaky. You’re also very close to an orgasm, which is definitely not helping.

Y/n: so- I wanted to-

They both quickly flip you over on the bed, Kirishima continues fucking you in the ass doggystyle this time as Katsuki makes you jerk him off while on the phone.

Classmate: you wanted to what y/n? (Sounding almost annoyed now)

You’re explaining to your classmate you didn’t mean to not let anyone know you’d be busy, resulting in her wasting time coming over with your homework. Just as your classmate was about to accept your apology, Kirishima makes you squirt. It was so unexpected you moan into the phone. Your classmate ends the call with a “you’re disgusting you know that right? And you too Bakugo and whoever else is with you” and hangs up.

You’re beyond embarrassed but the guys just laugh, as if it’s the most hilarious thing ever. Even they got caught, well maybe not kirishima since she didn’t mention him but caught nonetheless.

“Cheer up bitch, he just made you squirt. How many guys have made you do that by fucking you in the ass?” You don’t know if katsuki is trying to make you feel better by saying that or embarrass you even more, it’s not helping at all.

Katsuki can’t hold it in anymore, Kirishima already filled your pretty ass with sticky white cum and Katsuki has his sights on that pretty face of yours. Your face is lovely he thinks but it would be a masterpiece with his cum all over it.

He cums on your face, Kirishima praises you for looking so gorgeous while taking Katsukis angry cumshot. “Such an ethereal angel, you took all of this so well.”

5 minutes later..

“Oh by the way y/n. Come to class tomorrow, sit all the way back with me and Kirishima. We have an idea on how to make class more fun”

“Katsuki I can’t, I called in sick already..”

“Let her be Katsuki, we will pass the principals office on our way back to my dorm anyways. Might as well make a visit with these very interesting notes form y/n.”

Katsuki smiles. “Yeah you’re right.”

“Wait no. I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Good”. Katsuki closes the door after that. You can’t believe how badly your spell backfired. You’re experiencing post nut clarity, and you’re realising what a piece of shit he is. Maybe you should’ve listened to your tarot cards, guides, intuition, etc…

proofread once when I was half asleep sorry for any mistakes 😵‍💫

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How can you help support the world?

🐾🐛🌱🍄🪴 pick a card 🪴🍄🌱🐛🐾

how to pick (link)

pile 1 🐄 | pile 2 👁 | pile 3 ✨

deck used: tarot of the divine

Pile 1 🐄:

reversed 7 pentacles, the chariot, queen of wands 🃏

In the artwork of the rev. 7 of pentacles card, the fire is upside down. I see this as you feeling very frustrated, and your passion inside you having difficultly being expressed or shared. This frustration can be (imo the most likely reason) because you’re working so hard with no or little reward or feedback, working so hard you aren’t allowing yourself to appreciate your efforts, something else is taking your time, or you’re frustrated with yourself for procrastinating. Listen, you’ve got something pure and good inside you - you’re learning how to bring it into life in the most constructive and wholesome way. The process can be frustrating and that’s okay. Exhale. And if you feel sad because you’re so tired and jaded it feels like that fire in you is going out - it’s not, your light is always there.

The art of the Chariot card reminds me of the Lao Tzu quote (note: new translations have come out, and I’m not sure if this is still the wording)

Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.

I also think of how all raindrops lead to the ocean. Every little effort you’re doing now naturally leads to the Big Thing you’re working towards or for. Also, I see the salmon as your inner passion’s fire. It “swims” with ease through your new method of effort, and is extremely powerful when you need to call upon it (it can swim and jump upstream after all! to continue the metaphor).

Of course, be aware of “bears” along this river fattening up for winter - share your passion with the necessary people who will earnestly help you / your partners in this action, others only after they’ve shown their actions to be trustworthy, and the public once you’ve made good progress already and your passion has grown so much that there’s a lot of “salmon” in your river! That way, haters, copycats, grifters, and saboteurs can’t effectively touch you or stop you. Protect your idea and energy.

The third card is the Hawaiian goddess Pele or Pelehonuamea representing the Queen of Wands. First off, Blessed Be. 🙏❤️‍🔥🌋

Seeing the goddess of lava and creation of new land, I think of your passion’s fire and the waters of your efforts becoming lava. “Fluid”, molten, “fire” rock! Not only have your efforts and passion become a truly unstoppable force, they are constructive and are creating something real. Something as real and solid and enduring as new land! That’s awesome and amazing! Go you!!

This could be your Big Thing, a new method you’ve created, or a new system. Whatever it is, like land, new growth with come from this. New things and goals will come from This Thing. I think more than you can imagine right now. But please don’t get overwhelmed by that thought, I believe it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. I mean, look how much beauty has come from Pele’s lava. I don’t know if she expected the amazing lush life would grow through her! I believe she followed her natural drive, and the blessings naturally came with it. It also makes me think you should welcome the (legitimately good / effective / constructive) contributions of others.

As you are reaching this point of this card’s meaning, and when you are in it, I believe you should also carry with you the concept of the “orgasmic Yes” from Audre Lorde’s essay “The Uses of the Erotic ~ The Erotic as Power” (to read in full, click this link) - please read or listen to this essay is full. Basically though, what it is that makes you say “Yes!”, fully embodied, completely? No holds barred, totally of You, your desires and true values (not the values forced on you / what you “should” believe)? When you say “Yes!”, does your body feel settled, relaxed, at ease? Always, always follow that.

Last things of note, be mindful not to burn yourself out again, and be mindful of your temper. Let your righteous protective anger destroy or stop what must be destroyed or stopped, but don’t go so far as to hurt what shouldn’t have been hurt. Trust me, people - at this stage - know you can’t be fucked with and that no one can fuck with you. While lava builds, it destroys too. And no one can stop lava - only water can (but fresh lava is still dangerous even in water). Certainly, people can’t stop it, they are at its mercy. Use the waters that brought you here to help cool or redirect your temper when you need to. Also, whatever people are destroying of your “island”, you can stop and build back up.

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Pile 2 👁

reversed 10 of swords, reversed Hanged Man, reversed Fool🃏

The first card is the Inuit goddess Sedna, represented in the reversed 10 of swords. Blessed Be. 🙏🦭🧊

I see that you have experienced a deep horrible betrayal, one so cruel you couldn’t have ever thought this was something someone would ever do to another. In case it needs to be said, it’s okay to have never imagined or thought this cruelty was possible. The fault is solely with the one who harmed you. I believe this person was above you - like a boss, mentor, or a more experienced peer. For many reading this, they saw what you are capable of and their ego felt threatened by the thought of losing their position in the power dynamic. They were never doing their work with sincere humility in the first place. If they weren’t someone above you, they were a peer who saw what you would achieve, and felt threatened that they wouldn’t get it first and be able to hold above others. Even if you weren’t acting fairly, or were immature, what happened to you was entirely out of proportion to a reasonable response. Don’t waste your time attempting to rationalize their actions.

In the artwork of the reversed 10 of swords, the imagery tells a gruesome, cruel story. The stories of the goddess Sedna have many different situations that lead to the choice her father makes of complete brutality and betrayal. In some stories, Sedna frustrates others in ways that could be reasonable to be frustrated with - in many, she frustrates others when she is being her authentic self. No matter the reason her father could give for his actions, she was a victim. It doesn’t matter if she was a perfectly “good” person either. Nothing can justify her father reacting to her asking for help, and clinging to the kayak for dear life, slicing her fingers off. Because this card is reversed, I take this as the aftermath. To generalize the aftermath of Sedna’s story, after sinking to the depths of the sea, she doesn’t die. She becomes the Goddess of the Sea. Her fingers become seals, walruses, whales, and fish. Her love, her goodwill, her spirit never left her — for she releases the animals for the hunters who show her love, respect, and kindness in return (when hunters do not give her this, she doesn’t allow the animals to be found). Even though when she is in pain, she is known to be fearsome — she is known for her benevolence most of all. I share this story of the goddess Sedna because you have been treated so cruelly. She and her story show you your pain is real, what happened was not okay, your kind heart is always with you, loving relationships will come again, and that you have ever right to demand respect and enforce your boundaries. It’s is good to be your powerful self, to say no, to refuse to help people who do things for their own gain alone.

In your aftermath (and how I see the reversed Hanged Man), you’ve taken yourself out of this work or group or field. You do feel good that you are giving yourself time to heal. Take as much time as you need to give yourself peace. This could be months, a year, or years. No matter what, go at your own pace. During this time, seek professional help or a support group. Create your own safe space. There will come a day when your passion, your gusto, will return. As per this deck’s artwork of the Hanged Man, Sleeping Beauty, you may feel like you’ve “woken up”.

In the artwork of the reversed Fool, we see the Little Mermaid. I believe this card and it’s message is connected is connected to Sedna, as her Goddess form resembles a mermaid. Now that you have a network of support, and some healing, you are ready to get back out there, go after what you want. You may still feel raw, tender, and upset at times, and Sedna teaches us that that’s okay. To need the help of others is okay (for example, sometimes Shaman’s go to get to help comb her hair when it gets tangled and comfort her when she needs support). The world is wide and there are good people in it. They have the same love you have, the same passion for the cause you care about. Seek them out as you grow in this area. Sincerity seeks sincerity.

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pile 3 ✨

reversed 9 of swords (Oedipus), 4 of cups (the Nightingale by Hans Christian Anderson) (<- link), and 7 of wands (John Henry, American folk hero) 🃏

You are almost constantly doing 1 of 2 things: doom scrolling, or absorbing yourself into hyper stimulating media (ex: video / mobile games, ASMR videos, constantly listening to something as you watch something as you do something). I get the feeling you are afraid of, or deeply bothered or frustrated, by silence, stillness, and boredom.

Do you feel like it’s your responsibility to constantly see and learn of all of the horrors happening, but then get so overwhelmed by them and your emotions that you dive deep into your comfort areas of the internet, and stay there until you fall asleep? And then doom scroll again because you feel guilty for over indulging in unimportant things - and also you just can’t look away? If yes, relatable tbh lol.

The thing about fear though, is when we let it consume us, it often times becomes true - and if they do become true, even worse, we spent so much time being scared that we never prepared ourselves to be able to handle it!

Do you have a habit of sometimes thinking “it’s just the way it is”, “it’s just the way things are”, “things have always been this way”? Or do others day this to you?

First of all, that’s not true. The only constant is change itself! Secondly, people only say this in defeat of harmful actions. No one, including you, should ever accept abusive actions and circumstances. Thirdly, this way of thinking is taught.

(/g) Does this line of thinking feel true to your heart?

You crave real connection and the real natural world (this might offend you or be too much of a read - but you basically have an unconscious longing to touch grass). You may be ignoring this craving due to the belief you can't have it, because these connections and opportunities either literally are, or simply feel, unavailable to you. But I feel that you have some level of addiction to the over stimulation of any media, being constantly plugged in. If you’re chronically online to not just distract yourself, but because it’s also your job (like you're a twitch streamer making good money), or how you are organizing community, you still feel like there's something missing in your life.

Whatever it means to you, that Real Thing that's been missing, that you long for, will find you. Don't dismiss it as “nothing” when you realize it’s there. It is, or will be, in plain sight - right in front of your nose. You just need to look up, and see the forest for the trees (how does that saying go? lol). You’ll know what it is.

This will be a pivotal moment for you. No matter how this situation applies to you, know that this moment will be so simple or normal, and it's ordinariness will arrest you. It will shock you, in a good way. You'll be eternally grateful for this thing that is so simple, yet existentially amazing.

You will receive that a-ha moment. You will feel so connected to life and existence (even if for a brief moment).

You will also see how this Thing has been commodified by powerful people, instead of freely existing and sharing its gifts among everyone (as it was meant to be). You may have a small desire to commodify this Thing yourself - don’t do that <3

(this is part of my connection I’m making this reading to the Nightingale fairytale)

You’ll bring something into the tech industry that’s missing. With kindness and humility, you'll bring in and encourage people who have the same caring goals as you. You want to show how humanity can come and work together in a dignified and fair and joyous way, and you absolutely can.

I got a strong feeling from the cards that this was about you working on artificial intelligence. Like keeping its use in check, creating laws to keep people who create and program AI - and the people who use it - accountable to their actions. You could be creating and coding AI to be able to do more wholesome / not harmful things. You could be working to emphasis the "human touch”, and making it clear when something is made by humans vs AI (with a higher value ascribed to what was made by humans). Your work will not demonize this new tool / tech itself, but you’ll focus on fighting against what ill-willed people intend to use it with. And you’ll do your best to make sure these ill-willed plans and intentions are known through out the general public. Your focuses will be on solidarity, humanity as a whole community, and our quality of life.

ADVICE

It’s important to stay informed and open to learning, your heart is in the right place. Learning is a constantly moving cycle of receiving information, processing it, resting, reflecting and analyzing, and then asking new questions. Exhale, and know that giving yourself a pause from this subject is actually helping you understand it. Our brains are so amazing!

I think what would help you is giving yourself patience as you transition through each stage of learning. Instead of jumping from info-binging (is that a phrase?) to another activity, you could stop all media for 3-10 seconds, inhale and exhale, and then decide what to do next (and do that each time you do something new). Baby steps will still help you <3

Meet what you fear with love. Love makes us brave, gives us courage, and supports us as we do great things.

And on the subject of great things, I’m going to give advice that I frankly need to hear too. Don’t get caught up in achieving greatness, because that tends to stop you (it’s often rooted in perfectionism). Focus on the actions that serve people who need great help. Focus on developing great relationships with people who need help, or who want to help. The results of your actions and relationships will be what will bring this great, needed change.

When our egos want to be known for achieving greatness, it’s because we need to be seen, validated, remembered, and loved. Know that you exist because you belong, you are loved, you are seen, you are remembered, and there are so many people you haven’t met yet who love you.

And as a final piece of advice, we are strongest when we work together. When you seek to help others, you need to also allow others to help you. A victory is a team effort.

🦢 ♥︎ much love - Clarissa Liddy ♥︎ 🦢

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astroangel23 · 10 months

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Pick a Card🃏✨💚

Pile 1: people perceive you as someone that could help them transform their entire being. From the outside looking in you seem as if you have all your eggs in a row, you have your shit together. Even if you personally feel that this isn't true, this is how the people around you see you. This is the image you project to the world. You come off as a mature & responsible being which makes people who feel "lost" or unmotivated in their own personal lives want to seek out advice from you on how you blossomed into the independent person you are today. People from your past may look up to you even if they don't tell you. Also side note, you could bring tower moments into people's lives by your own perspective of the world because it's different from the so called norm.

Pile 2: You are perceived as a local star or someone that is very popular among the community you reside in. You may have many accomplishments under your belt that people see at the forefront when you pop up in people's minds. But even tho this is flattering, I believe that people's perception of you is very superficial as in they put you on a pedestal and only really take you in on a superficial level which is why your accomplishments are the top thought of what people think of you instead of your actual genuine personality that you see yourself as. People may blow smoke up your ass because they think it will get them somewhere with you instead of actually having genuine conversation with you. Trust your discernment when it comes to the people that approach you.

Pile 3: People perceive you as someone who has started from the bottom & made it to the top, whatever that may mean for you as this is unique for everyone on their own journey. They see you as someone who is in their own world, who can't be bothered by the opinions of others which is why many assume you may have been through many trials & tribulations in this lifetime. Some may assume that you would do anything to get where you want to be, even if that means leaving people in the dust or throwing another under the bus, but remember this is only an opinion, not a truth. Even tho you come off as a serious person that has been through a lot, you've still managed to keep your inner child alive & have a contagious sense of humor with a side dish of silliness (which is a compliment, everyone loves & needs a good laugh in this world).

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 11 months

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Okaaay I had to do one more prompt for @oneforthemunny summer writing game because this idea came to me then she gave me an idea to make it even better and this was born!

🃏 Wild card- Rockstar!Eddie comes to visit NepoBaby!Reader while she’s on vacation in Nantucket, they go out on her dads boat and things get spicyyyy and then maybe just a litttleee sweet afterwards.

Contains: spanking, choking, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, unprotected sex, they make a sex tape y’allll. Lmk if I missed any!!

A/N: I put my whole pussy into this, I did RESEARCH on Nantucket lol and ngl I was actually really nervous writing this one, I feel like while still being a reader insert Nepo baby has so much personality and is more of a character of her own I was pretty intimidated, I hope I did them Justice! Also low key got this idea because of Pam and Tommy and I feel like this is 1000% something they would do lol

18+NO MINORS PLEASE

You and Farrah had been in Nantucket for two weeks now, staying in the house your dad owned at the cliffside beach club. It was nice, the house was two stories and had two king sized ensuites, a nice kitchen, living room and extra guest room upstairs. There were an abundance of large windows giving amazing views, and a deck out back that led down to a private beach. You were having a lot of fun, going to the spa in the club, having evening drinks at the bar there. Town was only a mile away and you had spent some time checking out the restaurants and nice boutiques there.

It was all great, but there was something missing, something you didn’t want to admit to anyone let alone yourself. Before you left you told Eddie where you were staying and let him know he was welcome to come if he felt like it. You were kind of regretting that now because you offered a hand to him and he hadn’t even bothered to call or confirm if he was coming or not. You tried to convince yourself you didn’t really care if he came or not, but it felt like something shifted the last time you saw him, and as hard as you try your mind keeps wandering back to him.

You were sitting out on the back deck having a smoke and enjoying the nice view of the beach, just enjoying a moment of silence while Farrah was still sound asleep in her room. You didn’t have much planned for the daytime today which honestly was nice, you figured you would lounge around the house and then go check out that club downtown you and her had been talking about going to. Maybe you could flirt with some cute surfer boy or something to get your mind off Eddie. But as if on cue, you heard banging on the front door.

You were a little confused because you hadn’t been expecting anyone, and if it was someone who worked at the club they wouldn’t be knocking like the fucking cops. You got up from your chair after stubbing out your cigarette, when you were walking through the house they knocked again, louder this time. Farrah came out of her room looking groggy and half asleep “who the FUCK is knocking like that!?” You didn’t respond, just walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. To say you were surprised by who you saw standing on the porch was an understatement.

You ripped the door open “Jesus fucking Christ, did you seriously have to BANG on the door?” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Well, I’m happy to see you too Princess” As if you manifested him by trying to get your mind OFF him there was Eddie, Gareth standing next to him. Before you had a chance to say something snarky back Farrah came up behind you “OH MY GOD!! Gareth!? What are you doing here!?” She lunged herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a peck on his lips before dragging him inside. “How come I don’t get a greeting like that, huh? I thought we were making progress but apparently you still need an attitude adjustment.” He grabbed your jaw in his hand, smushing your lips together and giving you that stupid smug look he gets.

You couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes at him and pushed his hand away “I just wasn’t expecting you is all, I figured you would CALL, not just show up unannounced.” He stepped closer to you, getting in your face and wrapping his hand around your neck “I wanted to fucking surprise you but if you’re going to be a fucking brat the entire time I can leave right now.” He squeezed your neck a little tighter “Now, are you going to be a good girl or not?” You felt your resolve crumble, you couldn’t resist his dominance as much as you wanted to pretend you weren’t happy he was here you would rather admit it than have him leave “I-I’ll be good, I promise” you looked at him with those big round eyes, that look on your face when you submit to him driving him crazy. “Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He surprised you by placing a quick kiss on your lips before releasing your neck and pushing past you to get inside.

He took a look around the place before saying “You gonna give me the tour of daddy’s fancy beach house princess? Show me where our bed is?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you had to physically hold back the eye roll at how much of a dork he could be when he wasn’t being a giant fucking asshole “OUR bed? Who said you were sleeping with me? There’s another room upstairs, you can sleep there.”

“Yeeeahh okaaay whatever you say, guess since I have my own room I can go find some cute tourist or small town beach babe that wants to spend the night with a rockstar” you hated that it made you jealous to hear him say that, but he came here for YOU and you were not sharing him on this trip. “FINE, my room is down the hall on the left” you crossed your arms and looked away from him, not wanting to see his face when he knew he won. He put his hand on your cheek much more tender than you would expect from him to get you to look at him “that’s what I thought, I knew that would work.” He patted your cheek and winked at you before turning down the hall to your room.

You walked into your room to see his bags on the ground and him starfished in the large king size bed. He turned to his side when he saw you walk in, resting his hand on his palm “Sooo, how’s your trip been so far?” He smiled at you, and fuck you hated how cute he looked in your bed with that dumb smile on his face. “It’s been really nice actually. We have checked out some of the restaurants and shops in town, other than that we’ve mostly been relaxing. We were thinking about checking out the club tonight though.” You came and sat down on the bed next to him, crossing your legs. “How have you been?” It felt weird, just asking each other how you were doing but at the same time it kinda was nice. “I’m fine, I didn’t really do much the last few weeks. Worked on some music and hung with the guys mostly. I thought about coming sooner but I figured you guys might want some girl time.” Hearing that warmed your heart a little, he thought about coming to see you sooner but was considerate enough to give you time with your friend. It was kind of sweet.

“Yeah, we’ve had a good time so far… I’m glad you came though, gotta give you that Nantucket summer experience like I said I would.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you said it, you weren’t really sure if the heart to heart you had last time you saw him meant anything to him or if it was just a momentary crack in both your walls but you decided to be the one to test the waters first “Yeah? You’re glad I came? Did you miss me baby?” His tone was only slightly taunting when he said it so you took a chance to look up into his eyes and when you did it wasn’t what you were expecting, he was smiling at you, with the tiniest hint of a twinkle in his eyes underneath the usual smugness.

“Don’t let it go to your head Munson, maybe I just wanted some dick and none of the guys here are cute.” “You missed me because no one can fuck you like I can, which basically means you missed me with extra steps.” He pushed your hair off your shoulder, running his hand down your arm and tracing little circles on the back of your hand, sending shivers through your body at the out of character gentle gesture. “it’s okay if you missed me, you can admit it, I kinda missed you too. Plus you promised me a rich girl summer vacation and I’m going to fuck you on every surface of daddy’s beach house” that had you clenching your thighs and biting your lip. “We should definitely do that, but for now I have a better idea. Do you know how to drive a boat?”

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That’s how you ended up where you are now, your dad’s boat parked off to the side of a cliff far out of view, straddling Eddie on the seat in the back, your bikini top pushed to the sides so your tits were out, grinding down on him with only the material of your swimsuits between you. “Look at my little slut grinding on my cock so desperately, it’s kinda pathetic, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already fucked out.” You wanted to argue with him, tell him to fuck off, but he wasn’t wrong, you were desperate for him. He looked so hot with his shirt off, skin shiny and slick with sweat and sunscreen, even the stupid black skull print swim trunks he was wearing were doing it for you.

He suddenly gripped your hips hard enough to get you to stop moving and tapped the side of your thigh “Up. I have a surprise for you, before this goes any further I wanna get it.” You huffed and slid off him with a groan, crossing your arms and looking up at him with an annoyed look. “I just told you I had a surprise for you and you’re giving me a fucking attitude? Seriously? What happened to being my good girl on this trip? Stay. I’ll be right back.” He turned around and walked into the little room that was under the deck, when he came back he had a devious look on his face and was proudly holding a video camera in his hands.

“Eddie, if that’s what I think it’s for I’m NOT doing it. You don’t deserve to have unlimited spank bank material of me.” He walked over to you and bent down so his face was level with yours “Don’t act like the idea of me jerking off to our sex tape in the back of the bus on tour doesn’t turn you on.” Fuck. You didn’t even take the time to picture it but you definitely were now and he could see it in your eyes. “Fuck. Fine.” He stepped back from you and rocked back and forth on his heels “Mmm I guess you don’t want to then, nevermind.” He turned to walk away and you let out a frustrated sigh “God damn it. Okay, yes, I want to make a sex tape with you.” He walked back over to you and grabbed your throat, not really squeezing yet just sending a message “Not good enough, I guess you don’t really want to.” He shrugged.

“Okay I’m sorry! Please! Please make a sex tape with me Sir, it would be so hot, I want it.” He smiled down at you and released your neck.

“That’s what I thought. Turn around and bend over.” You did as he said, leaning over the bench seat with your ass in the air. You heard the beep of the camera as he started to record and felt chills run down your body. You shouldn’t want to be doing this with HIM, but god there’s no one else in the world you’d do this with and you hated it. You felt his hand come down on your head, gliding down your body until he reached the hem of your bikini bottoms “mmm look at you, I’m going to fucking ruin you” he said before he ripped your bottoms down to your knees and delivered harsh slaps to both your ass cheeks in the same moment. “I think you deserve a little punishment for how you greeted me earlier, what do you think?” You turned your head back to look at him “I think I was just surprised to see you and you’re being dramatic that I didn’t drop to my knees on the porch in front of you the second I saw you.”

He turned the camera off and set it next to you, grabbing your hair at the base of your neck and yanking it so your head was tilted up towards him “I thought you were going to be a good little slut for me? I don’t want you being sassy on my sex tape, get yourself in line or we are done. I’ll drive this boat back to the dock right now.” You whimpered and clenched your thighs together. “fuck! Okay, okay, I’m sorry I’ll be good. I swear I really will this time, sir.” He released your hair, pushing your upper half down so you were bent over again before he grabbed the camera. “I’m going to start recording again, this is your last warning, be good or I’m stopping everything. I’m serious.” You whimpered “Okay, okay, I’ll be good”

“That’s what I thought.” You heard him turn the camera back on before you felt his hand running down your back “Now, here’s what’s going to happen… I’m going to punish you for being a fucking brat and if you take it like the good girl I know you CAN be I’ll make you cum as many times as I see fit. How’s 15 sound?” He grabbed one of your ass cheeks and squeezed it tightly, jiggling it around “T-that sounds fine, however many you think I deserve, sir.”

“Okay, count.” His hand came down on your ass cheek hard, sending you jolting forward. “One.” Two even harder smacks came down on one cheek and you counted them both. Your sensitive exposed nipples rubbed against the seat in a painfully delicious way with each strike, adding to the pleasure. His hand came down over and over, smacking harder each time and you counted every single one. “How many is that, princess? Or are you too dumb to keep count?”

“T-twelve, it’s twelve” you were barely able to talk at this point, only able to keep count because you knew at the end of this you would get to cum. “Good fucking girl, only three more.” The next one was the hardest one yet, your ass raw and red at this point “T-thirteen” another on the same cheek just as hard had tears falling from the corners of your eyes “Fourteen!!” He brought his hand down on your abused ass a final time “FIFTEEN!!” You moaned loud and long, letting your tense body relax as you took a deep breath.

He rubbed your raw cheeks with his hand that wasn’t holding the camera and bent down to place a kiss on each one “Good girl. Turn around.” You did as you were told, carefully sitting down on your raw ass as you looked up at him. He looked fucking edible, looking down at you like you were his prey. One hand running over the very obvious bulge in his trunks, the other holding the camera you nearly forgot about. His hand not holding the camera came to hold your face, running his thumb across your bottom lip. You looked up at him through your lashes and took his digit in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. “Fuuuck, I want your mouth on me baby.” You didn’t even respond, just reached for the tie on his swim shorts and started pulling them down.

His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. The seat was the perfect height, his cock level with your face. You pushed yourself up on your knees and flicked your tongue out, tasting his precum. You wrapped your hand around his base before taking the head in your mouth and treating it the same as you had his thumb a moment ago. When you looked up at him, he was looking down at you, pointing the camera at your face. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sucking my cock. I’m gonna keep this video for fucking ever Jesus Christ.” He thrusted forward, causing you to gag a little. You pulled off of him to catch your breath for a moment before smirking up at him and taking all of him in your mouth at once, pulling all the way off and repeating the action. “Fuck my face, use me” he let out a growl before putting his hand on the back of your head and thrusting his cock deep into your throat.

You were gagging and drooling around him, your spit dripping down your chin and onto his balls. “Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so fucking good” he thrust a few more times before pulling you off by your hair. “Okay if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum down your throat and I really want to cum in that tight little pussy instead.” You were so desperate for him to touch you at this point you ripped your bikini the rest of the way off and laid back on the bench, spreading your legs for him. He groaned at the sight, your pussy was slick, your thighs sticky. He stood over you, pointing the camera at your naked body. Running his hand up your calf, to your thigh, until he finally reached where you wanted him most. “Look how fucking wet you are for me” he ran a finger through your folds gathering your slick before circling around your aching clit, causing you to moan in relief.

He suddenly shoved two fingers knuckle deep inside you and started fucking you with them hard and fast “OH FUCK! Oh my god, yes. That feels so fucking good.” He brought his thumb to your clit while he continued to move his fingers in and out of you. You were so sensitive from his teasing you already felt your orgasm building. “You’re gonna cum ALREADY? I can feel your little pussy tightening around my fingers.” You whimpered in response, moving your hips to meet his fingers each time they thrusted into you. “Y-yes gonna c-cum gonna cum” you babbled out before your orgasm came crashing down on you. You writhed and twitched against Eddie’s hand while he fucked you through it. He pulled his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, rolling his eyes back and moaning at the taste.

“God, you taste so fucking good. I need more. Take this.” He pushed the camera into your hands before pulling you by your legs into a sitting position and kneeling between them. You turned the camera toward him, truly understanding how hot this was now that you were the one recording him. He looked up at you while he licked along your slit, circling your clit with this tongue before sucking it into his mouth. “Oh my godddd” you moaned and threw your head back, the hand not holding the camera shooting down the grab onto his hair. You felt his fingers circling your entrance before he pushed them inside you. He sucked your clit and pumped his fingers in and out of you pushing you close to the edge again already. You pulled on his hair harder, causing him to groan into your pussy and that was it, you came hard, rocking your hips against his face. “Oh god, oh fuck, your mouth is so good fuck” he pulled away once he was sure you were done cumming and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He took the camera from you and turned it towards you again, running his hand down your cheek and squeezing your lips together, tipping your head from side to side. You looked up at him with glassy eyes, feeling hazy but still so desperate for him. “I guess you can be a good girl after all. Bend back over, I want to record my cock going in and out of that tight little pussy from behind.” You eagerly flipped over, arching your back so your ass was as far in the air as it could go, wiggling your hips for him. You felt him come up behind you, running his big hard cock through your folds before thrusting into you in one motion. You were so wet, so ready for him, he was hardly met with any resistance.

He started pounding into you hard and fast, a bruising grip on your hip with one hand, still recording with the other. “Fuck, you’re always so wet and tight for me. I love this fucking pussy. Tell me how much you love my cock.” You let out a pornographic moan “oh god I love it so much, I love your big cock splitting me open” your words were slurred and drool was dripping onto the bench where you were holding on for dear life. He brought his hand around to rub your clit while he kept pounding into you relentlessly. You came again, suddenly and harder than the last two. Your arms falling forward in front of you while you twitched and moaned completely at his mercy.

He pulled out of you suddenly “lay down, let me record that pretty face while I make you cum one more time” you rolled over on your back and he kneeled on the seat between your legs, pointing the camera at you. He grabbed each of your tits with his free hand “perfect fucking tits.” He ran his hand down your stomach, caressing down your thighs. “Perfect.” Was all he said before he took his cock in his hand and slammed back into you, shoving his cock deep inside you before pulling it back out slowly and starting at a brutal pace again. His hand came down on your throat and squeezed, causing your eyes to roll back. “F-fuck!” You squeaked out “I don’t know- if I can- cum again” he brought his hand down on your clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. “Yes you fucking can, and you will. Cum with me.” His thrusts were starting to get erratic and you could tell he was close. He thrusted into you once, twice, three more times before he was spilling inside you, head thrown back, filling you up while he still rubbed your clit. The feeling combined with how sexy he looked while he came had you cumming right after him.

He fucked you through it, pointing the camera at your face to capture your cumming, before pulling out, his cum dripping out of you onto the seat. He stood up and pointed the camera at your pussy “Look at that, so messy… can’t let that go to waste, can we princess?” He gathered the cum on his fingers before shoving it back inside your overly sensitive pussy causing you to let out a whimper. He stopped the camera after that. “Wow. That was so fucking hot.” You let out a breathy chuckle and pushed yourself up with your shaky hands “I toldddd you that it would be! And you didn’t want to do it.” He looked down at you and couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful. The sun was shining down on your skin, glistening with sweat and your eyes glistened over in a subby post orgasm haze. He couldn’t help it, he bent down and kissed you, soft and sweet.

He reached out to you “come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.” You took his hand and let him lead you to the small bathroom that was connected to the bedroom under the boat. There wasn’t a shower but he wet a washcloth and wiped gently between your legs, across your chest, and down your arms. You let out soft sighs and hums at the feeling of him being so gentle with you after he was so rough. “You look sleepy.” He chuckled at you. “Mmm.. I am, could we nap here for a bit before we head back you think?” You felt like you were about to collapse so instead of waiting for him to answer you walked over to the bed and threw yourself on it. He came over and laid next to you, still completely naked, turning on his side to look at you. “Yeah princess, we can nap here a bit. Come here.” He held his arm out to you and let you rest your head on his chest. You hummed with content and nuzzled into his neck.

“Hey… I wanted to ask you something.” He said after a second. “Hmm? What’s up?” You said sleepily while you traced gentle little patterns into his chest with your index finger. “I know you said you and Farrah had plans to check out that club tonight but I was wondering if we could get dinner instead? We always go to clubs at home. I thought it might be nice.”

“Yeah? That sounds nice. I’ll talk to Farrah, we’ve done dinners and stuff a lot and you know how she is, you can take the girl out of LA but you can’t take the club out of the girl.” He chuckled at that “I definitely agree with you there… but I was thinking… just you and me could have dinner?”

That took you by surprise, you tilted your head and rested your chin on his chest so you could look up at him, expecting to see a smug look on his face, or some sort of sign he was joking. But he looked.. almost nervous? You hadn’t really ever seen that look on his face. “Just you and me? Like a… date?” You raised your eyebrow at him, trying not to sound too excited in case he was fucking with you. He brought his hand to cup your cheek and smiled a lopsided smile at you. “Yeah baby, like a date. If you want. If not that’s cool, we can just go to the club like you planned.” You suddenly felt the need to reassure him so you put your hand over his and smiled softly at him, it felt odd, being soft with him like this. Not bad, just new and different, maybe a little scary. “I’d actually really like that Eds. That sounds nice.” You pushed yourself up to place a quick peck on his lips that he returned happily. “Then we can go watch this tape we just made and fuck with it in the background” he smirked at you and you scoffed “You just HAD to ruin the moment, didn’t you?” He just shrugged and pulled you in for another kiss.

#eddie munson x reader #oneforthemunny #oneforthemunny summer game #rockstar!eddie munson

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Headcanons for Child Reader

Alastor and Child Reader

Hazbin Crew's Reactions

🌈Charlie

You're adorable

A little upset that you're in Hell at such a young age.

Gives you candy and plays with you when she's not busy

Can not say no to your doe eyes (Alastor does not call it puppy eyes)

You're almost an angel

A little shocked that you delt with three Overlords and set a building on fire

Both of you sing together occasionally

"What song do you want to sing today?"

Vaggie☔

Doesn't know what to think of you

You're a child. Alastor's adopted child no less

When you act your age, she softens a little

If you do something like murder, she'll put her guard up a little

Arson, stealing, or other little sins aren't so bad.

Panics a little when Husk just gives you beer straight out

"Are you crazy!? They're a child!"

Angel🕸

You're a cute kid

Doesn't really hang around you much

But Fat Nuggets loves to play with ya!

Cute play dates when he isn't tired from work

Does not let you go through his closet. For obvious reasons

You played cops and robbers together once

Flirts with Alastor lightly when you're around

"Let's play house! Alastor can be the Daddy~"

Husk🃏

Indifferent

You're Alastor's brat.

Not his problem, so he doesn't pay much attention to you and is rarely told to watch you

You follow him around sometimes or sit on one of the bar stools to watch him make drinks

Did a shared nap time once, passed out on the couch in the lobby. One time!

Sometimes you'll call him Uncle (secretly happy about it)

Teaches you how to cheat in cards games and you're good

No, you can't pet him

"Listen kid, I ain't your Uncle."

Niffty✂

??????

She takes care of you most of the time

Busy, busy, busy! Can't play right now!

Makes your clothes and some toys (a cooking apron for when you and Alastor make breakfast together)

You're around the same height as her

Looks for child appropriate books for you to read

Cleans your room sometimes (happy if you clean up after yourself)

Mostly plays eye spy with you when she's cleaning

"I spy with my one eye something purple!"

Extra

Fat Nuggets🐷

Oink oink

Enjoys playing with you

You give him snacks

Alastor can't try to joke about eating him anymore because you'll get sad

Cuddles and belly rubs

Likes playing chase or hide and seek

Sleepy snuggles

Sits next to you during dinner because you sneak him some food

Is a good boy when you both play dress up as fancy and proper demons

"Oink oink!"

@stolas-thebirb

#x reader #gn reader #child reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor and reader #charlie magne #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk #niffty #vaggie hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #fat nuggets #fat nuggets hazbin hotel

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lunarrra · 11 months

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🃏💙 Clopin Trouillefou 💛🃏

Everyone, as a child, had a cartoon character they could call a kindred spirit. I had the gypsy narrator of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The "Jester" and "The Hanged Man" tarot cards, revealing the duality of nature, helped me realize my idea. A little about the drawing: on the sides there were stained glass windows with the iconic symbols of the hero, a framing of the lyrics with the date of the book of the same name, the value of the card when turning to 6 and 9, and a gradient from the morning Fool's Feast to a nighttime incident in the Court of Miracles. The following is more about why I chose these arcana

"The Jester"

He is a messenger of chaos, committing actions that do not obey the general rules of conduct, puts the essence of the game. Inscrutable in its impermanence, whims and fancies. With everyone and no one at the same time, which makes him a crowd favorite. His motley, two-tone clothing suggests he exists on the border between the world of reality and fantasy. Is he aware of his loneliness or does he find it easy to be alone, devoting his life entirely to the service of others? This is one of his bright, attractive and public traits. What about the dark side?

"The Hanged Man"

Finds himself in a state of hovering, torn between male material and female spiritual energies. The craving for creative fulfillment (acting, singing) coupled with concern for the vulnerable segments of society (the leader of the Gypsy clan) does not give free time for spiritual growth, turning him into a victim of circumstances. On the other hand, the desire to be an executioner for outsiders turns into a noose around his neck from real justice. You never know who is ready to come to you with what intentions. Knowing how to trust people should come in handy at least once

To summarize the above, I'm pretty damn attracted to the ambiguity of human beings. After all, to some you are an escape from boredom and trouble, to others you are a thug and a parasite of society. Throwing the soul from the responsibilities of survival to creative fulfillment as a chance to be free.

I am madly happy to take part in a cool project, thanks to it I looked deeper inside myself, finding unexpected answers to questions that have been troubling me for a long time ¡

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baileypie-writes · 6 months

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~🃏Joker Dating Headcanons🃏~

Fandom: Smile Precure

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Warnings: None!

A/N ~ I’ve been in love with Joker for years. He’s just so silly.

‼️Glitter Force Stans DNI‼️

~ Joker is surrounded my idiots pretty much all the time, and he honestly thought he’d never get a break. That is, until he met you. My goodness, you were like a breath of fresh air to him. He got attached to you pretty quick.

~ Before he confesses, he’s constantly flirting with you. His favorite things to do are magic tricks that end with you getting flowers or some kind of romantic message. However, when it comes to actually confessing, it takes him forever. This is mostly because he’s a little menace, and likes messing with you. You’ll either have to confess first, or just be patient. If you decide to wait for him to do it, oh boy, does he put on a show. Literally. He’s very flashy when he asks you out.

~ He compliments you a ton. He loves making you blush, he finds it cute and hilarious. He calls you a bunch of cheesy nicknames, mostly to bother or fluster you. His favorites are: my dear, doll, honey-cakes, and love bug. These are just a few. He makes some up on the spot, and they get really ridiculous.

~ Have you ever heard of people who bite their parter as a sign of affection? Well, Joker’s kind of like that. Except he doesn’t bite, he licks. Not even in a dirty way, just for fun. He loves sneaking up behind you, and just licking your cheek. He always laughs his ass off at your reaction. Like I said before, he’s a menace.

~ Joker loves to spoil you! He always brings you big bouquets of flowers and handmade cards(that may or may not explode with confetti) with sweet messages in them. You could mention something you want once, and he’d hand you that same item not even a day later. Where did he get it? Does he even have money? You’ll never know.

~ Whenever Joker is irritated, whether it be from losing to the Pretty Cure, or being dissatisfied with the process of reviving Pierrot, he tends to distance himself from you. He doesn’t want you to see him like that. He also doesn’t want to potentially lash out at you by accident.

~ He doesn’t like it when you hang out with the other guys in Bad End. It’s not that he gets jealous(okay, maybe a little), it’s that he knows how unkindly they treat each other. He doesn’t want you to be treated the same way. Before you even met Wolfrun, Akaoni or Majorina, Joker told them that they must treat you with the utmost respect. However, he still doesn’t fully trust them, so he likes you to keep your distance.

~~baileypie-writes

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aventurine-official · 3 months

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Who, me? Call me Aventurine of Stratagems~

Go ahead, use me as you wish, even stab me in the back when you see fit. Exploitation and treachery are simply tools of the trade. But remember, I don't make deals that don't pay off... So, I hope you don't disappoint me.

Life is a gamble, but if you play your cards right... you might just win. I could teach you a few tricks, if you'd let me.

I work for the Interastral Peace Corporation-- I manage the Strategic Investment Department, but I always have time for a game and a drink or two. Maybe you should take me out sometime~

I've been called pretty many, many times, much like the stone I share my name with. I suppose it's true, I do seem to be blessed with good looks... but aventurine stones also have a sharp edge, and that's something you'd be better off remembering.

I'm not afraid to place bets on things that I want, and you'll often find that when I bet on something, I'm not usually wrong. Blessed by luck, blessed by fate-- I've heard it all, but I like to think that in someway, this skill, these wins, are all mine because I've earned them.

After all, life is just one grand bet, and I'll always be the final victor.

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@oneforthemunny's Summertime Writing Game The Title: Bad Apples The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie (and a lot of Oliver) The Prompt: 🃏 Wild Card The Summary, Since I Went Off-Script: Someone called your sweet little Oliver a "bad apple" so now you're gonna have to make a point. A sweet, delicious point. The Words: 2k Author's Note: Oliver's pretty quiet in this. It's his first summer with Teach and Janitor!Eddie, he's still getting used to them.

"Are our apples bad?"

You looked to Oliver and then to the bowl of fruit on the counter in confusion. You'd only just walked in; could he smell a rotten apple already? Has pollen season officially claimed your nose as a victim? You step closer and pick up an apple to inspect it.

"I mean, they might be a few days past their prime, but I don't think they're bad. Why do you ask?"

He shrugs. "I'm gonna go read," he mumbles and goes to his room, closing the door quietly. You pick up another apple and give it a sniff. Nothing. You turn over each apple in the bowl, looking for any sign of rot. Not even a bruise. What the heck?

And then the phone rings, and the art teacher ranting about the incompetent music teacher who better not come back next year makes you forget about the apple problem.

She keeps you occupied for the next hour with a conversation that couldn't be had on school grounds - even a nearly childless one, since you were just there today cleaning out your classrooms - and then you start fixing dinner. Oliver usually wanders in when he starts smelling food, but today, he stays put. A little odd, but maybe he's just tired. He'd spent most of the afternoon on the playground with other newly-freed kids who either belonged to fellow teachers, or been so conditioned to school that they'd gravitated toward it even now that summer had officially started. You decide not to bother him; he knows he can hang out with you whenever he feels like it.

When Eddie comes home, he greets you with a kiss and asks what's for dinner. You inform him of tonight's menu - one of his favorites, to celebrate the end of the school year - and his face lights up.

"Where's the little guy?" he asks, leaning back on the counter and crossing his arms, looking gorgeous doing it.

"In his room. He's quiet today."

"Any idea why?"

You shrug. "Go check, maybe you'll have better luck."

"Kay," he pushes off the counter, give you another peck, and goes to check on Oliver.

You hear a knock and then muffled voices. Can't escape the boys' club, even in your own house, you think as you clear the table.

You call when dinner is ready, and the boys enter the kitchen together. You notice that Oliver has changed his clothes at some point, but don't question it. He's a big boy, he can decide what he wears and when.

Oliver is still quiet during dinner. He'll speak when he's spoken to, but doesn't volunteer any information about his day or chime in like he usually does. You're growing more curious by the minute, but you don't get any answers until Oliver is safely tucked in.

"Alright, spill," you order, the second your bedroom door closes.

"Spill what?" Eddie asks.

"What's up with Oliver?"

Eddie heaves a sigh and comes to sit next to you on the bed.

"Somebody called him a bad apple."

"What." Not a question. You're seething already.

"Some kid on the playground asked another one if he smelled something funny, they went back and forth like a bad comedy routine, punchline was that there must be a bad apple around."

"Who was it?"

"He didn't say."

"Well those little brats better hope I don't find out." Eddie gives you an affectionate smile for your over-protectiveness.

"He's alright. He thought they meant he smelled bad."

You roll your eyes so intensely, your whole body flops back on the bed in frustration. Eddie joins you, less dramatically.

"I explained it to him… but I wish I didn't have to."

"What is wrong with these damn kids, Eddie?"

"They're being raised by the people who did the same shit to me."

You reach for his hand, fumbling for a moment before he realizes what you're doing and helps you out.

You stare at the ceiling and sigh together, breathing out all of today's frustrations.

"What are we going to do?" you ask, helplessly.

"Keep taking care of him. Hope he values our opinions more than theirs."

You turn your head toward him, and he turns his toward you. It's a comfort, knowing that Eddie understands exactly what Oliver's going through and how to take care of it, but it's also infuriating that this cycle never ends. Kids are doing the same shit now that their parents did twenty years ago, and probably their parents before them. What's the point of even trying to teach them better?

You eventually get up, dress for bed, and turn in for the night.

It's not until the next morning that you have a brainstorm.

Oliver wanders into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, when he smells the bacon and eggs. He smiles when you tell him good morning. That's a good sign, at least. You fix plates, Eddie pours drinks, and you have a nice breakfast together.

"What are you two gonna get into this morning?" Eddie asks.

"I thought we might drop by the grocery store, pick up some summer necessities and a few things for Steve's tomorrow."

Eddie's mission today is to help Steve assemble a pool. Not the fancy, heated, in-ground kind his parents had; but a modest above-ground pool just for the summer. It would probably take the rest of the night to fill; Team Munson had been invited to a soft open tomorrow, just a quiet get-together for the boys to pat themselves on the back for following instructions and sticking a hose in the four-foot pool.

After breakfast is eaten and the dishes are in the sink, Eddie takes off and Oliver goes to get dressed for today's shopping trip.

Oliver is a great shopping companion; he's great at pointing out sales you may have missed, and never tries to deviate from the list. (Eddie's a bit of an impulse shopper. Oliver is the list when he accompanies Eddie on an emergency grocery run.)

In the store, you grab a few staples that need replenishing, and then head for the produce section. You visit the discount rack, and find exactly what you're looking for. Thank you, Bradley's Big Buy. You lift a sack of apples with a fast-approaching sell-by date, and spin them around for a quick inspection.

"Aren't they bad?" Oliver whispers.

"They look fine to me," you answer, placing them in your cart. They're a little bruised, and probably mealy, but there's no obvious rot. You grab a few decent-looking lemons off the discount rack too.

You check out, carry your bags to the car, and talk about what you're gonna do this summer all the way home. When you get there, you hand Oliver one light bag and the keys, and he rushes ahead to open the door for you with your armful of groceries.

"Thank you, my good man," you say affectionately as you pass, heading straight for the counter and depositing your bags. Oliver closes the door and follows with his own, sliding it onto the counter. You pull out your bag of apples, and he side-eyes them.

"I thought we might have a pie tonight, what do you think?"

He shrugs.

"You want to wash these for me?" you ask hopefully. He shrugs again, and you smile at him. You open the bag of apples and take them to the sink, and Oliver follows. You turn the water on and demonstrate how to rinse them and then put them in the dish drainer, and Oliver pulls up his little step-stool picks it up in no time.

Oliver washes, and you begin peeling the clean apples by his side, dropping the peelings and the slices into two different bowls.

"You know, when I first met Eddie, he used to bring me an apple every day."

"He did?"

"Yup. Mr. Harrington told him that the saying is 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away', but he kept bringing them for the teacher anyway. I thought it was cute."

Oliver smiles and finishes washing the last apple, reaching forward to turn the sink off.

"You wanna help make the pies, or go play?"

"I'll help," he responds.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you wink. "Fetch me two of the glass pie plates from the bottom cabinet?"

Oliver hops off his stool and starts digging, emerging with a clink of glass and a triumphant "Aha!"

By the time he returns to your side with the pie plates, the apples are peeled and sliced and you're ready to unroll the pie crusts that have been sitting on the counter since you got home. You wipe off the glass with a dish towel and place them on the counter side by side.

"Some people think this is cheating," you explain, fitting the crust into the plate, "but I think it's one of the greatest modern inventions. You know in the old days, people spent hours measuring and mixing and blending and rolling just to make a mediocre pie crust? These taste great, they save us time, and thanks to someone's sharp eyes, we even saved $1!"

Oliver grins and watches you add sugar and spices to the bowl of apple slices. After everything is mixed and coated, with Oliver's help of course, you offer him a piece. He shakes his head, so you shrug and pop it in your own mouth. You'd been a little worried, but the apple tastes fine, and honestly… you could load just about anything with sugar and your boys would love it.

After the pies are assembled and in the oven, you and Oliver turn your discounted lemons into a pitcher of lemonade to take to Steve's. After a few taste tests and minor adjustments, you and your assistant determine that it's perfect, and you put it in the fridge to chill.

You play cards at the kitchen table until the oven timer dings. And then you pull out two gorgeous pies and set them on the counter to cool. Oliver inhales deeply from his place at the table, and you try to conceal a grin. You play another few hands while you wait for them to stop steaming, then decide to go for it.

"What do you think, should we sample it before Eddie gets home? Make sure it's okay?"

Oliver taps his chin as if he's thinking, and then grins.

"That's what I thought," you laugh, getting up to cut two test slices. You bring them back to the table, wondering when Oliver is going to bring up bad apples again. The intoxicating smell seems to have banished the thought from his mind, because he reaches for his fork and takes a bite as soon as you set the saucer down.

"Is it good?" you ask, before cutting into your own slice. Oliver nods enthusiastically as he chews.

"Still think the apples are bad?" His face falls, and he looks at the pie warily, remembering that it was made with subpar produce.

"You know, I think apples are a lot like people," you say gently, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. "Sometimes the ones that look pretty and shiny on the outside are rotten inside. And sometimes the ones that look a little different are the sweetest. Even the ones that are imperfect, or bruised, or have been banished to the discount rack at Bradley's Big Buy can surprise you... they just need a little love. And a lot of sugar." You go in for a second bite. "Oh yeah, nothin' wrong with these. Perfection. What do you think?"

Oliver stares at you for a moment, letting the speech you've been planning all morning sink in, and then a smile grows on his face. He nods and goes in for another bite. This kid is amazing.

About halfway through your pie, you hear a car door slam. A moment later, Eddie steps inside and inhales dramatically. "Is this Heaven? Is that where I am? Is that what this smell is?"

Oliver laughs and says, "we made pies!"

"You made pies?"

"Yup!" Oliver chirps.

"Apple pies?"

"Yup!" Oliver repeats.

"Multiple apple pies?"

"Yup!" you confirm, getting up to cut him a slice. "One for us, one to take to Steve's tomorrow."

"Yup. Heaven. This is Heaven."

"Come on, angel, have a slice," you place his pie on the table, and he looks at it with hunger… and then pulls you in for a kiss.

There's nothing bad about these apples.

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harryleatherfit · 9 months

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Poker Face🃏|| 7.5k

Joel Miller (no breakout! au) x F! Genius Reader

1980’s Vegas Strip, late night in the Bellagio Hotel, smoking and waiting on some poker with your friend Margaret, infamous Corporate Litigators walk in for a game to play, sitting at your table comes Joel Miller, little do any of them know that you have a photographic memory.

warnings: gambling, mentions of bullying, women’s life in the 80’s, asshole men, p in v sex (wrapped!), clit stimulation, doggy style, squirting (but she doesn’t know), f oral receiving, fingering v, alcohol consumption, smoking, RICH JOEL, etc etc

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Rush- Troye Sivan

Million Dollar Man- Lana Del Ray

In My Feelings- Lana Del Ray

Family Tree- Ethel Cain

Vegas strip, Bellagio. 1982.

Late at night, the bottom floor of the bellagio hotel was usually filled to the brim. The massive room is predominantly packed with businessmen , hookers, CEOS, average folk and tourists. You weren’t any of the above but you were special. Nobody knew your secret, nobody knew that the girl at the corner of the Poker table would always win, and this made you a gem. Not a tourist. Not an old rich white man. Not a hooker. Out of all the possibilities from the Vegas stript you were a fucking winner.

On multiple occasions, men from every block of the room would try to buy you a drink, lure you to the top floors of the hotel, bring you into private rooms, intrigue you with money and sex parties. But they always failed, mens tactics could never work on you.

You had to take it, accept that this was how you would always be viewed, not a woman but a body. After this, nothing felt better than taking their fucking money on the casino floor untouched.

Starting from this, Every weekend you would follow your friend Margaret to her job at the Bellagio, she was a dealer for poker, and got called in on very busy weekends. You didn’t mind tagging along all these years, she knew you would have fun too.

Margaret always wanted more for you, she would show you guys that she thought would be good for you. Slightly talking to them to make her happy. But never being satisfied with their answers.

Single and rich in vegas? Shit.

Were you average? Not particularly.

You were sitting back at the corner of the table on a hot summer night, studying the cards. It was earlyish in the evening, a live jazz band playing in the corner of the room. Welcoming people to stay in their hotel and stay a while for a game. Maragaret was setting up her table and drinking wine.

You understood the game of poker, it intrigued you, cards considering your future fortune. Poker was the game all the men wanted to play. Night after night of studying the game and the cards, you would eventually study the men, profile them and figure all the money they had to give from their pockets.

“What’s your plan tonight, you smart bitch?” She asks, moving around her chips and taking a sip from her glass. She opened her cigarette container, handing you one and giving you a light. She would always buy a carton for the both of you to smoke through.

She was dressed in a tight long black skirt with a backless wine red top. She was limitlessly beautiful and you couldn’t understand why she wasn’t taken, but then again you were best friends for a reason. You were wearing a black slip on silk dress, in the 80’s on the vegas trip, nobody would have cared how much clothes you wore.

“Hmmm, I’m thinking of making enough money for the both of us to go away for a while… I was thinking about New York.” You wink, “I hear it’s an up and coming city, c’mon we stay for a while and see what happens.”

“Maybe, depending on how much you make.” She laughs.

“1,000? 2? Maybe 3?”

“Don’t test your luck hot shot, you don’t even have a thousand to give, and then the moment you lose how would you pay them?”

“I’d find a way.” You grin, you point at your head.

“Mhm photographic memory will always beat the penis owners in here.” She giggles.

“I’ll drink to that Marg.”

Your ‘gift’ was the reason why you would win, after visiting Marg at her job and participating in some games, luck wasn’t your factor in winning every game. It was your memory.

You could see the cards the way Margaret would shuffle them, you would remember where they were placed in the deck, slightly peeking at the cards from your opponents.

When you would leave the strip with cash spilling out of your purse, it was a rush you couldn’t describe, a euphoria you never wanted to share with any other man. It was all for you, you did this all on your own, you were your own person and you never had to make a man happy.

You tried to act dumb, you tried to shade it off everytime you won, everytime you knew what cards the men around you had you had to play it off with a nice smile.

Growing up, you used this to your advantage, you flew through school and college. Growing up in the 60s-70s and being smarter than all the boys in your class was practically unheard of. But this, this was a challenge for you. Practically gambling your life away, just on your memory was a thrill you thought you would never experience. Using your looks and your brain to use men made you feel powerful.

You thought of this as your night job, but you worked for a place that invented math. It was quiet and secluded, but in the 80s, something was always being invented. Margaret always asked you questions, always wondered how you had the storage for this in your brain. You couldn’t believe it yourself, but you studied the philosophical part of math, why more things needed to be invented. This was never important to you, but it did pay well.

“There’s supposed to be a group of men from a bigger company coming in tonight.” She nudges at you.

“And…” You drag.

“Who knows…they come over here, play a game with you. You find a man that will sweep you off your feet and marry you!”

“Hell nooo, no marrying.” You shriek, “No long term commitments please, I owe myself at least that. But if they’re rich then maybe some rounds.” You smile.

New York was smelling real rich right now.

“Of fuck… look they’re coming in now, look, look!”

You flip your body around the chair, looking down the pathway from where the concierge meets the casino, a group of men cascading down the carpet.

It was a group of 5 men, all dressed in suits, hair tassel elegantly, black dress shoes shined with not one smear. You could practically smell them from a mile away. You could tell they were talking under their breath, laughing.

You and Margaret practically ogle them, you haven’t seen men like this before.

They had a style of fashion, you could tell they had money, and you could tell they weren’t from here.

You whisper, “Do you have any idea of what company?”

“No, I was just told there were important men coming in tonight and be prepared to see lots of cash tonight.”

Fucking hell.

They come closer to your side of the room, they pass the jazz band, pass all the food and side sushi restaurants, they weave through all the smaller gambling games coming over to the poker and black jack side.

You knew it.

“Look away, look away, if you look at them they’ll wanna come sit here.” You blow smoke out.

“That's the point!.” Marg whispers under her breath.

Not many tables were full, but there wasn’t an almost completely empty table for all of the men to fill. You knew they would sit with you, it was as if this night was planned.

They walk closer to you, feeling the breeze of all of them brush past you, standing at the game, observing the two girls in front of them.

“Is this table taken?”

You turn around again, drawing in your breath as you do so. The men standing in front of you were beautiful, but one in particular, you had to double take to make sure he wasn’t Burt Renolds. The man you suppose that asked, was the most godly creature you’ve seen.

“Not as long as you all would like to play some rounds with me.” You smirk.

They chuckle and eye you, taking a draw out of your cigarette. You move your jacket and purse from the table beside you, Marg moves her things from the table and reap through the cards.

“Mind if I sit next to you?” The man asks.

“No, please. I’m delighted.” You don’t miss your opportunity to realize how tall he is.

“Ready for some Texas Hold’em?” Marg asks.

“Giddy up horsey!” One of the men opposite from you chuckle, they all seem keen with each other, delighted that they could play together. He waivers down a server for alcohol, getting a bottle and glasses for the group.

“Darlin, would you like some?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” You mumble. Prim and proper was all you had to be. At this very minute you were mindlessly going through the combinations of cards when Margaret was shuffling the cards. You could hear the stifling of the suits falling in place within her hands.

The man next to you hands over a glass, “What’s your name sugar?”

“So we’re on a first name basis now?” You tease, “What’s yours handsome?”

“Mhm I’m handsome now?” He shakes your hand, “ I’m Joel.” You see his skin, you scan his hand. His fingers are really fucking big. He had massive rings on a couple of his fingers, but noy any on his ring fingers. Your hand slips through his, not going unnoticed, the veins starting at his palm, his finger nails trimmed, cuticles cut perfectly.

You give him your name, looking the other way to get the last drag out of your cigarette.

He whispers your name to himself, like a soft prayer.

“Next to me is my brother Tommy, that's James, Tyler, and William.”

“Nice to meet you all.” You say, grabbing another cigarette out of Margs carton, cupping the light with your hands.

“Where you from?” He asks in a southern drawl. You can tell he’s not from here.

“I’m from Reno, grew up in Nevada my whole life. What about you Joel?”

“My brother and I are from Texas, I don’t ‘bout those yayhoos but we just recently moved to New York a couple years ago for our jobs. We’re all corporate litigators.”

“Corporate Litigators, impressive.” You chuckle.

He pauses, “ What do you do for a livin?”

What did you do for a living? You couldn't tell him.

“Well Margret and here, we're best friends, we work for each other.”

“You work for each other, in what way?” Tommy asks, Joel studies you.

“This one here can get you in trouble, watch out guys.” Margaret fills in, you roll your eyes laughing, you have to be careful how you start the night off with them, you can’t immediately believe you’ll win.

“Who wants the small blind and big blind?” Marg asks.

“No worries Joel and I will take it, wouldn’t want the lady and you hooligans having to pay immediately.” Tommy bellows.

You smirk, how kind of you.

“I’ll bet 20, what about you Joel?”

“100.” He blurts.

“Slow down, cowboy, don’t wanna scare off beautiful over there.”

“You’re not scaring me off, the night just started Tommy.”

Joel gets a wad of cash out, handing Marg a 100$ bill and her eyes avert to his cash, looking at you and winking. She passes out your 2 cards for the preflop round.

“What are you boys doing here in Vegas?” You ask.

“We’re just in town on a court case, profiling who we’ll be dealing with next week.” William replies.

“And to get some nice nights out.” James adds, his pupils were blown practically blown looking at you but there was no interest. He looked greasy and grimy. He looked like he was your age but he looked small and puny, begging for pussy without doing anything to earn it. Pathetic.

“Sugar, mind passing me a cigarette?” Joel asks.

You don’t falter giving him one, obediently doing as you're told. Fuck, this is not how you wanted this to go, but this was so much fun you couldn’t help it.

Your hand skids his again, begging for more. You give him a light and his Disneyland eyes thank yours.

Checking your cards, Queen of Diamonds, 10 of Diamonds you’re lucky you got the same suit. Not too bad, that means there’s a ⅖ probability someone would fold, would it be Joel?

“K sweets, you’re next to the big blind, what do you pick?”

You ponder, “I’ll call.” You shove in 100$ worth of chips, this is a test to see if anyone will twitch. If someone did you’d know they’d fold.

“I like that pretty girl.” Joel rasps.

Fucking hell.

William immediately folded, he looked embarrassed with the cards he got. Tyler calls with another 100$, James puts in 100$, and Tommy puts in 80$ to make it even.

600$ dollars itching to be touched.

“When you’d learn how to play poker darlin '?” Joel sits up.

“Well this until 3 years ago but I loved playing card games in college, an easy way of entertainment.”

“Entertainment huh? What’s entertainin’ to you?”

“Lots of things Joel. People, money, men, dreams, Vegas.” You trail off.

Marg giggles, “She’s a gem if you didn’t know.”

You smirk.

“That’s okay, gems make it big in this world, I’m here to experience one.” He shifts his hands to slightly touch yours.

You studied his face, his scruff looked enticing, his mustache making your mouth water. You haven’t felt anything this pungent for a man in years. You couldn’t control yourself. He looked years older than you, he wouldn’t want a girl your age? He could have anyone in this room, Margaret for fucks sake, not you.

But his hands, his arms bulged in his suit, his thighs expanding on the seat below him, his black shoes against the red of the carpet, the glow of the dark room coinciding with his skin, you needed to drink him.

“Princess we’ve been wavin to you, it’s your turn.”

Marg put down the 3 community cards.

King of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Ace of Diamonds.

What were the fucking odds.

Tommy bet 100, Joel bet 100, not it was your turn to match or fold.

“100 in.” You murmur. Tyler folds.

“I’ll put in 150$.” James swindled more chips. You, Joel and Tommy did the same. Fucking arrogant asshole.

With Tyler and William out, 4 cards discarded that must have been bad, you, Joel and Tommy must have somewhat reasonable hands, you’d put that they’d both have some royalty after seeing the community being shown. James probably thinks he has the best hand. You wouldn’t walk away without a fight tonight.

“What’s it like in New York City, I’ve never been.” You slip on your drink, letting the warmth of the alcohol spread across your body. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Joel's body, you would do anything to be alone with him.

“It’s fun, it's a big city, so much to do, so many different cultures, definitely better than farm field Texas.” He replies. “The night life there is a whole different world.”

“Better than here?”

“Darlin, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” He says.

You shuddered in your seat, rearranging your legs to burn the heat in your lower abdomen.

“We got some strippers last night, best night of my life.” James stammers.

Of course you did.

“You did dipshit, not us you fuckin pig.” Tommy reprimands.

It’s the turn round, Marg flips the fourth community card, 7 of Clubs.

Half the deck is still left, 4 on the table, 4 discarded with William and Tyler, 8 between the rest of you 4. All the 2’s must have been in the deck, a chance of Tommy having a 7, Tyler or William could’ve had 8s, leaving James and Joel with Kings.

Tommy keeps James busy, as Tyler and William are talking to Marg.

“How old are you honey?” Joel pips up, letting the smoke fog away from his mouth.

“I’m 24.”

He hums, “Just turned 40 this past month, feels weird but I guess it’s the prime age.”

“40’s perfect for a man, emotionally mature, physically at his best, life already put together. Don’t you agree?” You stare.

He ticks his jaw, peering into your soul, “I agree with you sugar, you can already read me like an open book.”

“Married?” Please say no.

He gets closer to you, “Divorced, but don’t tell the town I’m a divorced old fox.” He smiles.

“Why?”

“We both weren’t happy, it was a mistake to start with, our parents liked us for each other but our first night after being married we both knew it wasn’t going to work. After a year we separated and secretly got divorced. Parents freaked out but they’re dead now.” He shrugged.

You move sideways in your chair, moving your head to the side to study him, “I’m sorry, that must’ve been hard. Love is hard, finding people is hard. But I’m glad you’re out of it.”

“Ah darlin, long time ago but thank you.” He shucks a smile and his teeth were pearly white, he was perfect. No fault about him yet, and you hoped you wouldn’t find one. “Are you busy after this?” His eyes glare at you.

You glare at him, “No…I can be.”

“Good.” He hums.

“Ok 150$” James puts in his chips.

“I gotta fold man, can’t risk this.” Tommy holds up his wallet.

“150$.” Joel shoves in his chips.

Your turn.

“150$.” You follow.

“River round everyone.” Marg cheers. She eyes you, can you do this?

Yes. You blink.

She flips the last community card, 8 of Clubs.

“What about you? Married? Relationships?” Joel shifts.

“Single, I’m not the dating type. Never have been. She is though.” You point at Margret.

She puts her hands up in shock, playing along with you. “In High School I wasn't really the boys type. I wouldn’t do anything for them if you catch my drift.”

“Well sugar those are high school boys, boys then are always mean. Some still are now.” He hums looking toward James. “They’re cruel, and demeaning, fathers never teachin them right.” With his free hand he dances it around yours, delicately touching your fingers.

“Were you taught right?”

“I don’t think so, but I learned.” He clears his throat.

“Our dad was in the war when we were growin up, so we had our Ma and each other.” Tommy informs.

Now it makes sense.

“I’m gonna raise it to 200$.” James riggles his eyebrows, staring at you.

“I’ll fold, it’s been a good game.” Joel slumps back into his chair.

Just you and James now.

“200$, all in.” You grin, your breath slows.

All you can think about is Joel, he’s in your peripheral vision. All you can think about is how he looked walking down the hallway. How meticulous he’s been with his questions and answers. What his life has been like. His hands. His hair, his umber hair. You race your mind trying to think if you’ve ever seen him before, where has this man come from?

You swore off men from the hotel, only money. But he must be an exception, you have to let yourself have him. Your brain could turn off for one night.

“You think you can do this pretty girl?” Joel whispers, pretty girl.

You nod your head, putting out your cigarette and leaning closer to the table.

Joel places his hand on your thigh, giving you a squeeze of reassurance.

Fuck, if you stood up you could see a ring of wetness with your black dress, you knew it.

“Ok flip your cards.”

James goes first, he has 10 Hearts and 9 Spades.

“7 club, 8 club, 9 spades, 10 hearts and Jack hearts… there's a straight honey.”

You chuckle, you couldn’t believe he thought that was good enough. You thought he had cards like you but…

“10 of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Queen of Diamonds, King of Diamonds, and Ace of Diamonds,” You pause, “Royal flush.” You pop.

His face loses all color, and Joel gets out of his seat cheering for you. Marg starts yelling and Joel picks you up, not believing what his eyes had seen. His hands lay above your ass, holding your waist in the most comfortable position.

“That’s my girl, “Joel whispers in your ear.

“A girl beat you James, what are you gonna do about it? Whimper you little cry baby.” Tommy teases.

Joel sets you down and you take a snapshot with your head, how tall he really is against you, you beating this whole group of men, Margaret screaming of joy for you. She pushes all the chips towards you, way over 1000$.

“Well boys, that was a good game,” You seductively smile, “How ‘bout another?”

They groan, sitting there in defeat.

“I’m gonna go to the club, if you boys wanna join. Don’t bring the bitch with you.” James huffs.

You look at him with disgust and Joel grabs his suit jacket, pulling him back.

“What’d you call her?”

“A fuckin bit-.”

“Okay guys break it up, James fuckin leave man. You’re too drunk for a club.” Tommy gets up with William and Tyler, hauling James with them. Joel stays back looking at the table with you and Marg.

“I’ll go uh cash this in for you, call me later?” Marg asks.

You nod your head, mentally thanking her that she’s leaving you with him, you have the feeling he couldn’t be much worse than James, but much better.

“I’m sorry Darlin for him, he’s always been a pain in the ass. M’boss thinks he’s a great addition to the team but he’s gonna get locked up one day.” He growls.

You grab your things, “It’s okay Joel, I’m used to it. Happens a lot around here, told you I was trouble.” You smile.

“You’re gorgeous, but you could never be in trouble.” He holds his breath, not knowing how to continue with you, but you for sure would be busy with him all night.

“Walk with me?” You give him your hand. He follows you like a lost puppy.

“I barely know you Joel but I trust you, what do you do with a woman's trust?”

He laughs, “You harbor it, caress it. Take care of her trust. You listen to her, do as you're told.”

“Hm, good.” You walk ahead of him, hand in hand, praying he’s looking at your ass. Swaying your hips in your dress. A male's gaze never feeling this good before. You’re in a quieter area of the Casino, jazz band farther away, out of the poker room near the concierge.

“What does Joel do in his free time?”

“Well, study on cases, he works out, he eats well, travels.”

“Typical.” You giggle,

“What do you do in your free time?” He asks.

“You won't laugh?”

“I invent math.”

“What?”

“Well earlier I was playing with you with my friend, we do kinda work for each other, but I invent theoretical math.” You confirm. “I guess in my free time.”

He stops in his tracks, holding onto you, staring.

“What?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t know that was a thing.” He huffs.

“Who do you work for? Mr Corporate Litigator?”

“Miller law firm.”

You stop in your tracks, “That’s right,” You tut, “I knew it, you’re Joel Miller. I’ve seen you in a newspaper before.”

“You have?”

“I have, I recall you win a lot.” You play with him.

“I do, I win everything darlin.” He hums.

You’re near the elevators of the hotel, practically begging him to bring you up, risking every moral you have in your bones.

“How long are you in town, Joel Miller?” You groan into his chest, your boobs press up against him, his hand slips over your ass.

“Only for tonight, I leave late afternoon tomorrow.”

The elevator dings, he walks in leaving you there, his eyes are dark. He looks helpless and his hair is distressed, every instinct in your body pushes you forward into the car. The door closes, and you practically hear colors.

He turns you around smashing his lips on yours.

You can’t breathe, he's moving so fast, his mouth is intoxicating, your mind is not able to comprehend that his hands are wrapping around your face, pulling for more. The cold of his rings cause goosebumps to crinkle on your back.

“Fuck, floor 36.” He pushes it and resumes, your lipstick is all over his face, but he doesn’t care. His tongue dances with yours, he’s spilling into you.

You break from him, “You’re not scared that I’m younger?” He holds you.

“No, you’re not scared that I’m ancient?”

“You’re not ancient, you’re fucking hot.” You moan into him, kissing his face, moving to his neck. His breathing changes, you have him backed against the elevator, he’s holding onto the railing for support.

You pray no one has to walk in, you only want this moment with him. The elevator dings and needs a card activation before opening, he slips it out of his wallet, and the doors open to a whole suite.

You continue to kiss, he pulls you into the room, illuminating every part of the room. You drop your coat and purse, he chucks his suit jacket on the floor. You stumble to the couch, you both sit, eating eachother alive. His hands lay atop your hips and the weight of his rings are making you shiver.

He drops to your neck and collar bone, exploring your chest. Your dress was cut low enough that he could kiss and suck every part that he wanted.

You weave your hands through his hair, lowering yourself on the fabric.

“Wait, wait. Pretty girl, I wanna go slow. I don’t want this to be a sleazy one night stand.” He pulls back.

“I mean it technically is,” You groan.

“It doesn’t have to be,“ He leans on his couch, shifting to kiss you, “I don’t want this to be my first and only time with you.”

Your heart palpitates, you’ve never had anyone truly want to be with you. He was lustful right now, but you could tell he meant it.

“If you don’t want that then I respect that but I just met you and I-”

You shut him up by kissing him, shifting your tongue to fill every crevice of his face. You pull him on top of you, squeezing him to your body so he can squish you. You want his weight on you, you want his body to be warm and free.

“If you fuck me tonight Joel… I may just have to follow you to New York tomorrow.” You moan.

“First class tickets bought immediately in the morning then.” He rasps.

You flip and immediately switch him to go under you so you’re free straddling his lap. He laughs, holding on to your hips and your dress folds up to your stomach, showing your red underwear.

You grab his hand, slipping his fingers into your mouth, he watches darkly.You moan around his hand, feeling the weight of it all in you, praising his body.

You soak his rings, saliva coating them and you slip them off with your teeth, letting them drop on his chest. His eyes switch everytime you move. You manage to keep eye contact with him until you start grinding on him. The moment you lose all sense of self-control and let spit fall out of the sides of your mouth, not caring if it slides down your face.

You can feel him growing against you, his dress pants becoming tighter as you move your hips. The last ring comes off and his fingers are bare, you wipe your mouth and move your dress higher so his hands can go under the fabric.

He breathes, “You’re beautiful, most beautiful human I’ve seen. Most beautiful woman I’ve met.”

Your heart swells, tears almost at hand. But it’s the first night, he can’t really mean it.

Sex haze fills your brain and you grab the bottom of your dress to pull it off of you, leaving you only in your underwear. You didn’t wear a bra due to the low back, and you couldn’t have cared less.

His jaw drops, and the cold air of his breath hits your nipples, willowing them into peaks. He brushes his fingers past them, gently grabbing them. He almost tickles them, but his touch. Only his touch has made you this hard, this warm.

“Joel, feels so good… so soft.”

“Melt with me baby, so soft and beautiful. I could have you for years.”

The more he talked, the more heaven made sense to you. Strings of music played in your head welcoming you to the land of being complete.

“Fuck me Joel, fuck me like we’ve known eachother for years, don’t hold back. Please.” You stammer.

“Are you sure?” He pushes your hair behind your ear, “We go on your terms, baby.”

“I’m sure.” You confirm, “I want nothing more than this Joel, I want you. I want more in life. You.”

You softly unbutton his shirt, revealing his body, revealing every scar, every hair, every stretch mark. You were going to cherish him like you’ve known him you’re entire life. You shove his shirt down his arms, he admires you with no words, only hums. He sits up.

“Here? Or bed? Or anywhere?”

“Take me to bed.” You plead.

He picks you up, hoisting you to his chest, grabbing your ass to keep you next to him. You get to capture the whole room with your head, and it's the most expensive and nice place you’ve been. He opens the door to the bedroom, the drapes open, the bed frame designed as with wispy pillars. Decor reminding your of Italia Bohemia, he’s really fucking rich. He goes to close the curtains.

“Don’t.” You whisper. “Fuck me here for the world to watch.”

He sets you down, continuously making eye contact with you. He drops to his knees letting you lean against the glass of the window, the stars behind you and the lights of Vegas getting the best view of your ass.

“First,” He kisses your leg, “I want to do something.”

You were scared, usually when you had sex you’d go straight into fucking, and you had enjoyed it. But this, this was different.

He parts your legs, using the backs of his hands to part your legs, you know the ring of your juices have soaked the fabric covering you. He brushes his fingers over your covered entrance, over your throbbing clit. You shudder at his boldness, at his bravery for touching you before you touched him.

“Feel’s good?”

You nod your head, at a loss for words.

“Can I take these off?”

You nod, his fingers pull at the sides of your underwear leaving you bare in front of him, your heart rate pounding, scared he won’t like what he has in front of him. This was always the scariest part. You hold your breath, if he left right now you wouldn’t even cry, it felt too good to be real. You had hair, it was a thing to shave but you decided to keep what you were given. You didn’t care about being bald since you never were fucked anyways. Who cared, because you didn’t? Men were never the object to attract, if they didn’t like what you had, then they don’t deserve what you can offer.

He drops your underwear, helping you step out of them and you can only see his eyes as he stares at your pussy, eyeline with your bottom half. He observes you, refreshens you.

“A real true, beautiful fuckin woman baby.” He slurs, “This fucking pussy is perfect… look at ya.” His hands wander your lower abdomen, following up to your boobs again. You picture his hair, the exact shade of brown to remember. Your favorite color, the ruffles on his scalp. He could’ve never guessed about your memory, but this would be with you forever.

“Can I taste?” He asks.

You nod again, he shoves his tongue into you, licking a long wide stripe on your pussy lips, lingering to gather your slick. He takes a second to soak it in.

“And that was all for me darlin? I’m a fucking lucky man.” He growls.

He shoves his tongue back inside you, moaning at the sensation of this. He’s eating you out and he’s okay with it? It feels so good you can’t control your arms, you grab onto his head, relishing in the newness of it all.

“Joel…what is this… why does it feel.. So… so fucking good?”

“Good.” He pops off from your cunt, “When it feels too good pull harder.”

He instantly shoves his face again in your cunt, lapping at your pussy. The more he sucks on you, inside and out, the more liquid keeps oozing outside of you. Your stomach almost giving out from the heat your body is radiating.

“So fucking wet, so sweet, sweetest thing alive. Crafted just f’me.” He mutters into you. “You’re just human to me, the most perfect one alive.”

You’re practically moaning uncontrollably, his words mixed with his devil tongue has the world crashing down on you, the world from below able to slightly see him tongue fucking you into oblivion.

“Can I touch you..” He pulls his hand to your nub, exactly where you would rub. Another place you’ve had to show a man, never knowing the exact pressure point that would make you scream. “Here?”

“God… how did you… already feels…feels like… fire.”

He kisses your mound, moving slightly above your stomach, “Because… I’m quite older than you…” He kisses, “And I’ve learned….” His index finger lays on your clit, then fastens his pace drawing circles.

Never in your life has a man done this to you, never have you had this light of intimacy. As he circles your clit, he places his tongue back at your entrance. Your pussy is practically coaxing his tongue to breach you.

“Fuck!” You scream, tightening your hold on his hair, you can feel sweat accumulating between your back and the window.

“Louder, be fucking lounder.” He gasps for air.

“Joel… keep going please…. Pleaspleaspleas…” You mewl. And he switches to sucking your clit and shoving his fingers inside you. It was a new sensation, your gasps sound animalistic, begging for air to relieve your lungs. His fingers are reaching depths you haven’t felt in years. Being stimulated in two areas made your stomach fluctuate.

“You like that pretty girl, soaking my fingers, dripping all down my arm… look at you.” He mutters.

You look down, and see him. The glow of the moonlight reflecting on his sweaty hairline, the smile spread across Joel's face, the slightest of dimples. He’s bent on the floor to make sure you cum first, your back arched.

You could feel yourself leaking out on him and it made you give out, not able to stand anymore but his weight keeps you up.

Your atomic brain couldn’t keep up, couldn’t take enough mental shots, but you knew this would be with your forever. He kept going faster, and finally a peak was hit, eventually getting higher and higher until the mountain itself avalanches into beautiful boulders.

“I’m fucking cumming… fuck. Joel your fucking fingers!” You scream.

“See those eyes, pretty girl, cummin all over me like such a good girl, keep going.”

Eventually you had to slide down the window, Joel not able to keep up your dead weight. No atom in your body is able to process what happened.

“Joel…” You huff, “If that was… fuck… then how will I handle your-”

“We go slow, and build up to the pace of your liking.” He answers.

“I told you,” You breathe against his chest, “I don’t want slow. I want to be fucked.”

He looks into your eyes, he cups your pussy. Rubbing off the remnants of your orgasm. Extremely fresh.

“Then get on the fucking bed. Go.” He growls.

You do as you’re told. Excited with his change of tone. You lay back on the fresh bed, the sheets made and you spread your legs for him. You can hear your leaking pussy make a sound and he smirks.

He unties his dress shoes, throwing them into an abyss, unbuttons his dress pants. Leaving him in his boxers. This was the moment.

He pulls his hands at the hem, and you choke on your breath.

He drops them, and fuck. At least 7 inches drops in weight. You could feel him the entire time, but fuck he was wide. He was hairy too. His whole body made you feel comfortable. His veins. His beading tip with pre-cum. His cock was your most prized possession at this moment. Your eyes already felt heavy, you knew his cock would reach a world inside you, that no one could explain.

“Like what you see, smart girl?”

“Do I like what I see?” You repeat.

“Yeah, I see those eyes. Remembering everything. Analyzing. Very, very smart girl. You don’t have to tell me now, but you’re something.”

“So you know?” You whisper. He comes closer to you, fitting himself between your legs.

“Knew once you won the game, I watched your eyes. Invents math. Too smart for your own good. That head of yours is gonna kill me darlin.” He grabs his dick, tapping it on your clit. You seethe through your teeth, then he slides his cock down to your lips. Teasing you, but not giving in just yet.

“You don't know anything about me Joel.” You tease.

“I know enough, pretty girl.” He grunts. He leaves you, a cold draft hitting your lips. He rumages for a condom in his wallet.

“Always this prepared?” You nod your head.

“Wouldn’t be smart to cum in this sweet pussy the first night now would it?”

“Maybe… maybe not.” You drag.

He chuckles, slipping the condom onto himself. He’s purely oozing pre-cum. You wish you could lick it all up, drink every last drop of him. Watching every move, he comes closer to you rubbing his ick at your entrance again and slipping himself inside you, hefting his big thumb to your clit, rubbing your nub into insanity.

“Gonna cum on my cock baby? Gonna get cock crazy? Get obsessed with my fillin you up? Fuckin tell me how it feels.”

He reaches the end of you and pulls out, stretching to the brink of space in your cunt. He was so big you thought he wouldn’t fit. Then he goes over and over again, hitting you at a different angle every time.

“Joel, you’re… so fuckin…. Feels so good.” You squeal. “Biggest cock I’ve ever felt.”

“Fuckkk baby girl, pussy so warm. Gonna kill me.” He groans. His weight on top of you felt heart shattering, he leaned down to kiss you, his mustache still wet from eating you out alive.

You cry, the pressure of his dick so new, your stomach completely full. “It’s fuckin your cock now.”

You mewl, your cock. Yours. “Faster Joel… fuck my pussy, ruin me.” You plead. The faster he goes, the better your pussy will bottom out. He rubs your clit faster, his hand feeling like the sentence of god.

“I saw you across the casino, and instantly knew.” He thrusts, placing his hands on your nipples. Pinching them harder, “Magnetized to you. Such a fuckin pretty girl, knowin how to win poker.”

“And when I won?” You groan, peering into his hooded eyes. You place your hands on top of his knuckles. “Did that turn you on?”

“When you won,” He slows, “I fell in love sweetheart.” He cusps your dropped jaw with a deep kiss and he quickens. Your legs wrap around his back and he fucks into again, and again.

You scream at his pace, unable to reprimand his cock dividing you into two. He hits a spot, a spongy spot inside you.

“Joel… fuckfucfuck I’m gonna cum Joel… it’s too much!” You scream.

Immediately he pulls out and unwraps your legs, flipping you over on all fours and pussy sprayed out for him clear as day. He fucks into you again, doggy style. He pushes his hand down on your back to make your stomach flat with the bed.

“Your pussy’s so pretty and open for me. My perfect girl. Whole life I’ve needed you.” He whimpers. You could feel his growing harder and harder inside of you, draining the life out of him.

You grab a hold of the sheets, your brain plummeting, “Just a Vegas pussy, just a… fuck.. A whore… for you Joel.” You cry.

“Not a Vegas whore y’hear?” He growls, “Could never be a fuckin whore… but this pussy will always be fuckin mine. Are we clear?”

You nod your head for him to know you understand, he grabs whatever his hands could hold, ass bouncing on his dick. His fingers slipped to your love handles, feeling your pussy lips sliding on and off him like a glove. His cock was fucking into you for an ecstasy you couldn’t fathom.

You never thought sex could feel this good with a man, but here you are… about to explode from Joel’s dick. You don’t care if he didn’t see you as a whore. You were beyond greatfil he saw you beyond that, but you would be his fucking Vegas whore a million times over.

“Gonna cum baby? Gonna cum if I play with your fuckin clit and fuck you?” He mewls.

He slithers his hand under you both, rubbing your clit, and that’s when it hits you. Not only the double stimulation, but being full and being played with killed your insides, you were tightening up and you couldn't tell how much longer you could last, for real this time. You were always oozing, and globs of liquid were flowing out of you.

“Joel… my stomach…I’m gonna pee.” You wail, but he doesn’t stop, he’s not scared to see what comes outside of you.

“C’mon pretty girl give it to me… show me how good I make you feel. Make it fuckin rain.” He slams harder.

“Mmhm Joel… I can’t… fuck..”

In almost a miracle you had time to pull off of him and let a stream fall from your cunt, exploding of water onto the bed and all over his stomach, he bent down to drink it. He collected it in his mouth, then spit it back at your pussy, continuing to lick you off. You were so tired, moaning like a tired athlete, screaming to get your breath back.

“If you do that again… you’ll kill me Joel.” You crouch on the bed like a cockroach. He moans in confirmation to your pussy, squirming from the aftershocks and his soft tongue… licking you to normalcy. Cleaning what’s his. He peers up your back to kiss you, laying on top, finding his way to your lips.

“Have you ever done that before?” He asks.

“No, I can’t describe it but it felt like I couldn’t control it. My stomach was imploding on itself. I’m sorry I got you wet” You whisper.

He kisses your neck, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, and I did that to you? I would watch you soak my cock over and over again if I could… takes a lot of power from what I can tell.” He says.

“I know,” You wriggle your ass, “I told you… I like it fuckin rough and fast, and here you are. Giving me exactly what I want.” You could feel his covered cock laying on your back, still hard.

“What about you, we didn’t-”

“Shhh baby girl.. Tonight wasn’t about me… this was your prize for winning.” He chuckles. “For that brain of your’s for being so smart.”

“Fuck Joel.” You shiver, “Don’t let it end.”

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9:46

You wake up, looking at the slide cock, you were still in his bed, he was getting dressed again. When he sees you’re awake he rushes to you, giving a kiss.

“When you fell asleep, I booked your ticket. Hope you’re still okay with that.”

Now you’re fully awake, reliving the whole night and realizing what you’ve committed to. Not only a commitment but something you’ve been searching for your entire life, a man that has made you feel more than what it’s like to be a woman in the 80’s. Last night, you were his equal. He cared after you, cared more about you feeling the interlinked connection of your orgasm than his. His words coaxing your orgasm first. He was the only man you needed.

“Do you have any clothes I could possibly wear for the flight?” You smile, looking into his honey abyss.

“I’ll call my assistant and have a closet ready for you when we get there.” He replies.

You scurry from the bedsheets, letting the duvet fall from your tits.

“Well Joel… then New York, here we come.” And he captured your lips, not only that but your heart and life in a sum of 12 hours.

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so i don’t know how to play poker, tried my best to watch video and figure out basic logistics of a game but like this royal flush would probably be one a mil to get, but it’s a one shot so like…… this is the longest thing i’ve written and i’m pretty fuckin proud of it. BE LOUD TELL ALL THOUGHTS!! love you all🎀🎀

barbenheimer weekend was amazing. i’ve seen them both 3 times in theatres. worth every damn penny.

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