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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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TAKE CARE OF YOU

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 4,312

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It's why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn't look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn't be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: i know what you're thinking. 'JJ, what the hell are you doing?' The answer to that question, always, is 'I have no fucking idea'. But, this idea gripped my soul. Oops.]

01: YOU WORK A BUNCH THEN ONE DAY YOU DIE

"i don't want a sugar daddy but maybe like a sugar buddy. i just hit him up like, 'Hey how are you today?' and he replies, 'Doing great thanks for asking here's $7,000.'" -unknown

The life you lived was simple and boring. You were reminded of this fact as Nima rambled through a story about how her blind date last night had turned into a bar brawl which spiraled into a stint in the emergency room. Meanwhile, you had binged a show you'd already watched a dozen times on Netflix while shoveling popcorn down your throat. This worked perfectly for you though. You got to stay in your comfort zone while living vicariously through your best friend’s disasters.

“Please tell me you won’t be seeing her again.” You chuckled.

Nima scoffed, “Hell no. She could not carry her own in that bar brawl. That’s why we ended up in the ER.” She scrunched her nose then shrugged. “But she’s fine now. The girl only needed like seven stitches.”

You shook your head and breathed out a laugh. For the entire time you had known her, going on a decade now, Nima had never dated a normal woman. It was almost impressive how terrible her record was.

The Korean woman’s hair was dyed a solid bubble gum pink and tied up into two messy buns atop her head. Her clothes were a patchwork of pastel colors that showed off her toned midriff and long legs. The purse wrapped around her chest was shaped like a giant strawberry and the large headphones wrapped around her neck were equally as bright as the rest of her. Everything about Nima was a blur of chaos and energy and people couldn’t help but be drawn to her. Add that to her awful taste in women and it was the perfect recipe for her wild dating history.

“Why did we come here?” You asked as your eyes scanned the menu of the coffee shop. The two of you were in the very long line waiting to reach the register, and you had to lean to the side to see around the broad man standing in front of you both. “It’s so overpriced.”

“I follow this girl on insta and she said they have the best lavender matcha latte.” Nima shimmied her shoulders in excitement. “It looked amazing.” She bumped her hip against yours. “What are you gonna get?”

“Will you yell at me if I say vanilla latte?”

“Yes!” Nima scoffed. “That’s so boring! Get one of their specialty drinks at least!”

“Like?”

Nima scanned the menu then pointed at something. “Get the cotton candy frappe!”

You chuckled and continued to scan the menu. There had to be a middle ground option between those two. The line continued to move and Nima had switched from her dating life to her newest project at work. She was an engineer currently working in construction. You were immensely proud of the success she had found in her passions. Honestly, a bit jealous as well. You were in the northern end of your twenties and you had still yet to find something you loved. It was like the world had hit pause on the momentum of your life post college. Time flew by, years passed, but nothing had changed.

The man in front of you reached the register and you realized you’d have to pick something soon. You heard him order something simple⏤ like you had planned. You didn’t pay him much mind until you noticed him patting his pockets growing more frantic with his motions as he realized he was missing something. Finally, he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. From the angle you stood at, you could just barely see his profile, but it was enough to see his face was scrunched up in frustration. You glanced over at Nima, who was texting, then back to the man who was obviously having a terrible day.

“Sir?” The boy working the till questioned.

“Just⏤” The man huffed as if he were trying to wrap his mind around something. You assumed there was more going on than just a lack of money to buy some coffee. Not having the means to pay for something was probably just the icing on the cake for him. It wasn’t a situation you were unfamiliar with. 'Been there, done that'.

Quickly, you stepped up to stand beside him and fished out your card. “Add a, uh, cinnamon roll latte to that order please. I’ll pay.”

“Wait.” The man held his hand out to argue, but the guy at the register was already swiping your card. He wrote the orders out and motioned for Nima to step up next. The man stepped away from the register without tearing his eyes away from you. His stare was inquisitive and confused. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He had a southern drawl to his words that you didn’t hear often in this part of Los Angeles. Your eyes scanned his figure which looked even more broad when you stood in front of him. The man wore a worn out red flannel with old blue jeans and work boots. His hair was a bit messy, fluffed and slightly curled at the ends, in mostly shades of brown with a bit of silver peppered in. The silver was more prominent in the scruff along his jawline. He was handsome, there was no denying that. Even with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips drawn out in a frown, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“Don’t worry about it.” You shrugged. “You looked like you were having a rough day. We all need a helping hand now and again.”

When Nima finished ordering you turned your focus on her, but she said she was running to the bathroom and disappeared. It left you standing alone next to the man waiting for the drinks to be made. Which would be fine if you didn't feel his gaze still burning into you. Awkwardly, you crossed your arms. You were overthinking it. Paranoid. He probably wasn’t even paying you any mind anymore. To reassure yourself, you glanced over at him only to realize you had not been paranoid. Your eyes locked with his soulful brown ones. Handsome brown eyed men were a menace to society. Nobody should have that much power with just a gaze. Panicked and embarrassed, you snapped your gaze forward once more.

“Thank you.” He said gruffly.

“Like I said,” You cleared your throat, “It’s no problem.”

“I’d love to pay you back.”

You turned to face him, letting out a small laugh, but he didn’t join in. The man just stared at you patiently. Your laughter died as you blinked at him in surprise. “Wait, really?” He nodded. “That seriously isn’t necessary. It was like five dollars.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s the principle.”

“Listen, you seem stubborn, but I promise you I’m worse.” You joked and the corner of his lip curled up into an amused smile that was gone as quick as it came. You almost wondered if you imagined it. “Just… the next time you’re out and you see someone struggling, pay it forward. Deal?”

He didn’t reply for a moment. Just stared, and it took all your willpower not to glance away again. Finally, he crossed his arms over his chest. You mentally cursed when your dumb eyes traced the lines of his arms. No ogling the stranger. He nodded once. “You drive a hard bargain.” A small smile cracked his otherwise solemn features and this time it lingered long enough for you to actually acknowledge it. “But you got yourself a deal, darlin’.” Your cheeks burned again at the term of endearment. He paused before holding out a hand to you. “I’m Joel.”

You shook his hand, his much larger one enveloping yours entirely, and you offered him your own name. Silence settled between the two of you, but it only lasted a beat before your orders were called out. Joel’s long stride had him at the counter before you got there. He picked up your coffee first and offered it to you before taking his own.

“Thanks.” You chirped.

“I’m thankin’ you, remember?” Joel lifted his simple cup as a reminder. He gave you a slight nod. “It was nice to meet you, darlin’.”

“Uh, you too! Hope your day gets better!” You gave him a small wave.

Joel turned to leave and you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail up and down his entire body. His jeans could not fit him more perfectly. Ogling the stranger was okay, you decided, as long as said stranger wasn’t watching you do it. As you shamelessly checked him out, you didn’t notice your friend drift back to you. “Nice.” You jumped in surprise. Nima was grinning at you in excitement. “Please tell me you got a number.”

“A number?” You scoffed. “Are you crazy??”

“I saw sparks!”

You rolled your eyes, “You literally see sparks everywhere, Nima.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe, but one of these days I’m gonna be right.” She argued. “Statistically, speaking.”

You changed the topic of conversation, which was always easy to do with Nima, and took a sip of your coffee. It was a bit too sweet for your taste, but the trip to this pretentious coffee shop hadn’t been a complete waste. How often did people get a chance to chat with a handsome, older southern gentleman?

The bakery you worked out was a small family owned business. The owner, a cute little old man named Henry Pack, was an old friend of your father’s and when you showed interest in work he hired you without hesitation. That was two years ago. The initial plan was for this to be temporary. A way to earn money so you could pay bills and save up to finish your degree. However, life had dished out hit after hit and suddenly your temporary plan had turned more permanent.

Plus, the shop wasn’t doing well, it wasn’t getting the traffic it used to, and Henry was getting older and older. He needed the help and even if something else came up⏤ whether it be better paying or more enjoyable⏤ you didn’t think you’d be able to leave Henry behind. Not after all he had done for you.

You wiped down the counter once more mostly out of boredom. The last customer had been in and out nearly an hour ago. Henry walked in from the back office and you glanced over at him. He was a short, portly man with ruddy cheeks and a kind smile. It hurt your heart how stressed he had been as of late.

“Have you noticed much foot traffic outside?” He asked, hopeful.

“A bit.” You nodded. “Lunch just ended. I’m sure that’s why we have a lull.”

“Right, right.” Henry replied as if trying to convince himself.

The older man knelt down to root around in the lower cabinets. You offered to find whatever it was he was looking for, knowing he had bad knees, but he brushed your hands away stating he was just fine. With a sigh, you thought now was the best time to bring up the question that had been plaguing you.

“Henry, I need to talk to you about maybe a… a raise?”

He glanced up from where he was knelt with a frown. “I told you, hon. I can’t afford to pay you more. No matter how much I wish I could.” Henry sighed. “Well, maybe if I…”

“Never mind.” You said quickly. It was clear that your question was distressing to Henry. It wasn’t his fault you weren’t making the kind of money you needed. He was barely scraping by as well with the costs of keeping this place open. Henry gave you a sad smile⏤ an apology. He finished what he was doing and wandered back to his office. You blew out a frustrated breath. Maybe you could pick up a new job. The problem was that you were already working a crazy amount of hours here at the bakery. If you were somehow able to become the first human alive who didn't require sleep then that could work.

You covered your face with your hands and leaned back against the counter. For most of your adult life, you only had yourself to rely on financially. It was fine. That was the hand life dealt you. Nima was constantly offering to pay for certain things, or trying to loan you money, but you always refused. Too prideful to take her money with no guarantee that you’d be able to pay her back or offer her anything in return.

The sound of a bell chime startled you and you pushed off the counter quickly to try and regather your bearings. You cleared your throat and turned toward the door to offer the guest a smile. A greeting began to leave your lips, but it was cut short when you realized you recognized the man crossing the space to reach the register. It was the handsome coffee guy from a week ago.

“Well, you’re a familiar face.” You chuckled. “Joel, right?”

“Right.” He looked surprised that you remembered his name. Joel cleared his throat and came to stand in front of the register to face you. He had on a similar outfit to the last time you saw him. Flannel and jeans, but he seemed a bit more put together today. “Are you guys closed?”

“No. It’s just a… slow day.” All the days were slow actually. You straightened your apron, the only uniform item required for you to wear, and offered him a bright grin. “What can I get for you, sir?”

Joel glanced over the menu then the display case before nodding. “Muffins?”

“Okay.” You nodded when he gave you no further information. His eyes just snapped back to you. “What kind? How many?”

His eyes widened and he forced his gaze back to the display. “Just, uh, six of the blueberry?”

You bit back an amused chuckle and moved to start packing a box with his order. It was funny to you that this man had come into a bakery without an order in mind. After closing the box, you set it on the counter in front of him. “So, do you make a habit of popping into bakeries to order random things? Just passing by and thought ‘why not?’.”

“Somethin’ like that.” Joel chuckled. He reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. He gave it a small wave and nodded at you. “I have money with me today.”

“Very nice. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you.” He flipped it open and pulled out a card to hand to you. You hadn’t even told him how much the muffins would be. “I triple checked before leavin’ the house.” You handed him back the receipt with his card, and Joel put them away without making any move to leave. “How long have you worked here?”

You leaned against the counter. “About 2 years now. A family friend owns the shop.”

“Are you the one who,” Joel motioned to the display, “bakes?”

It was odd to you that the man sounded so nervous about having a simple, casual conversation. It was as if he was rusty at the skill and was attempting to stretch out those old muscles. With a small, amused smile, you shrugged. “Some of it. Henry is the main baker, he’s incredible, and I learned from him.”

“Is it somethin’ you enjoy?”

“Meh.” You answered honestly. “I’ve gotten decent at it, but I don’t necessarily love it. Just sort of fell into it.” Joel nodded and his pretty brown eyes darted around like he was looking for a new conversation topic. You threw him a bone. “What about you? What do you do?” You motioned to him and teased. “I’m guessing lumberjack.”

Joel chuckled, “Lumberjack?”

“Yeah.” You pushed off the counter to stand straight. “If I squinted I‘d mix you up with the Brawny guy.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you let out a mocking scoff. “You know? The paper towel lumberjack.”

You saw a flash of recognition in his eyes and a breathy laugh left him. Joel shook his head. “Can’t say I’ve gotten that one before, darlin’.”

“Where are you from?” You blurted curiously. “There’s no way you picked up that drawl living in LA.”

“No, I didn’t.” Joel replied. “Texas. I’m from Texas.”

“Ah. That fits. You’re like a cowboy then.”

Joel rested his hands on the counter, “Am I a lumberjack or a cowboy? I’m gonna need you to make up your mind here.”

“Hm, can I get three to five business days to decide?”

“I suppose.” Joel nodded.

The door chime rang out and you glanced over to see another person wander in. For the first time ever, you found yourself disappointed to see a paying customer. Joel cleared his throat, dragging your attention back to him, and you watched as he opened up his wallet again to pull out a crisp five dollar bill. You laughed with a shake of your head as he shoved it into the tip jar.

“It was nice to see you again.” Joel said.

“You too. Have a good day.”

Joel picked up the box of muffins and on his way out he called back, “I’ll be back to find out if I’m a lumberjack or cowboy, darlin’. So get to thinkin'.”

Your cheeks warmed in amusement and you wondered if he was actually serious or if that was just a teasing joke. The other customer reached the register, and you turned to greet them. The stress of thinking about your bills and work life had been briefly soothed by the distraction of talking to Joel. That was nice.

Shockingly, Joel hadn’t been joking. He came back a few days later, ordering something random and on the spot, then demanded to know if he was a cowboy or a lumberjack. You had convinced him to give you more time to think as you joked that you needed further evidence to assess. That had been the start of a habit. Joel would randomly come in just to chat every few days or so and buy a new baked good from you.

A few times, he had walked in while you were helping other customers, but he always waited until they were rung up and on their way out before initiating any conversation with you. It was during the fifth visit that you could tell he was nervous about something. After some time he had gotten more comfortable talking to you, but today it was almost like he had recessed back to that first time.

“Are you workin’ this weekend?” Joel asked after ten minutes of small talk.

“Only on Sunday.” You admitted. “I’m picking up some extra shifts.”

“More shifts? Don’t you already work ‘em all?”

You chuckled. “Not all of them, but definitely most. But, hey, that’s life, right? You work a bunch and then one day you die.” Joel always seemed uncomfortable when you talked about your work schedule in any fashion. “Why do you ask?”

He had furrowed his brow at your working comment, but it quickly smoothed out as he shifted in place. It was cute to see a man as large and intimidating as he could be squirming over whatever topic he was trying to bring up. You stayed silent and let Joel mull it over. While he worked out whatever was on his mind, you could admire how well his plain t-shirt fit him.

“Nothin’. Just curious is all, darlin’.” Joel finally coughed out and you bit back a frown.

“What about you?”

Joel shrugged. “Workin’ some. Stayin’ busy.”

Multiple conversations ago he had revealed that he worked as some kind of contractor. You didn’t know much about that job other than it had something to do with building houses? Maybe? When you asked for more details he had stayed pretty vague.

“I should head out.” Joel cleared his throat holding the box of cookies in his hands.

“Oh. Yeah.” You nodded. “Sure. It was nice to see you as always, Joel.”

Joel gave you a tight lipped smile before turning on his heel and beginning to leave. He was halfway to the door before he spun on his heel and marched back⏤ startling you. Joel set the box down on the counter, hands resting on the edge, and kept his eyes downcast.

“I have a…proposition.” He blurted. Joel’s eyes snapped up to meet yours and the weight in those warm brown eyes nearly knocked you to your knees. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t harboring a small crush on this man. Despite him being nearly two decades older than you, if you garnered a guess, the attraction you felt to him was not affected. In fact, it probably made you a bit more attracted to him. You knew that a therapist would probably cry out ‘daddy issues’, but you also had a hard time believing anyone could not be attracted to this man.

That being said, a part of you⏤ a very small part that you were too scared to encourage⏤ was really hoping he could be asking you out to dinner or drinks. Was that silly and unrealistic? Probably. It didn’t extinguish that little flame of hope though. You shrugged. “Proposition?”

“I wanna take care of you.” Joel spoke firmly. As if by just bringing this topic up, he had shed his nerves and was focused solely on selling you whatever this proposition was. You narrowed your eyes confused at his wording. The man continued. “Help you out, darlin’.”

“With?”

“Anythin’ and everythin’.” Joel sighed. “You name it and it's yours.”

You let out a confused chuckle. It was like the tables had turned and now you were the one who felt nervous. You buried your hands into your apron pockets and tilted your head. “Not to sound dense, but, uh, what?” Joel didn’t immediately reply. He just stared at you and his eyes burned straight to your soul. A warmth churned in your belly. “I just need you to be specific about what you’re offering because it’s going to be really awkward if I’m misunderstanding you.”

“I’m offerin’ you a life of ease. You work too much, doing somethin’ you don’t even love, and even when you’re off I bet all you do is stress about havin’ to work more to afford rent and bills. Am I wrong?” Joel challenged. You twisted your lips not having a solid argument. He wasn’t wrong. “So… let me take care of you, darlin’.” The choice of his words, the sound of his accent, in his gruff voice sent chills down your spine. You swallowed the lump in your throat and squirmed under his heavy gaze. “I’d love nothin’ more.”

“Nothing more? I… I don’t think that’s usually how that works.” You mumbled softly. An almost sickening feeling filled your gut. No amount of attraction to Joel would soften the idea of him paying you for sex. That’s what he was asking right? Joel makes you comfortable, pays all your bills, and in return you fuck him?

Joel must have noticed the shift in your mood because he held out a hand in surrender. “I know what you’re thinkin’. Not like that. I wouldn’t expect…” He winced. A bit of his nerves crept back into his features. “I wanna take care of you, and all I ask in return is that you allow me to do that. Offer some platonic company. Someone to talk to. Plus, occasionally, I’d need…a date. No strings there either. Work drags me to a bunch of real stupid conferences and outings. Having someone to talk to durin’ those things would be…nice.”

“That’s it?” You found it hard to fully trust that. As much as you had enjoyed your conversations with him, you still barely knew him. “You’d offer someone a little cash to chat with them?”

“Not just a little cash.” Joel said firmly. “Everything. Takin’ care of you isn’t somethin’ I’d want to half ass, darlin’.”

“That’s even less believable.” You said skeptically.

Joel nodded. “Fair. How about this,” He cleared his throat, “You said you’re off Saturday?” You nodded. “Let’s meet. Talk about this. No pressure. You can ask any and all questions you have.”

You chewed on your lower lip in thought. Saturday was two days away. “Can I think about that? Before I even agree to meet you.”

“Of course.” Joel nodded. He pulled a business card from his wallet and held it out for you to take. You reached out for it, and the brush of his fingers against your hands gave you goosebumps. “I want you to be comfortable. Call me if you’d like. Or… if you’d rather never see or contact me again I⏤ I get that too, darlin’.”

You stared down at the card, but realized it wasn’t a business card like you thought. It was the same size, but he had scribbled his name and cell phone number on it for you. Joel mumbled a quick good-bye before heading to the door again. You called out to him, looking up from the card, and he paused to glance over his shoulder.

“Why me?” You questioned. It seemed so random. Situations like this didn’t happen to people like you. They happened to people like Nima. People who were willing to step out of their comfort zone and put themselves out there. This couldn’t possibly have stemmed from this man forgetting his wallet one day and you being in the vicinity to fix that problem.

Joel’s lips curled up into a small smile and he shrugged. “I, uh, I like talkin’ to you, is all.”

The chime of the door as he left echoed through the otherwise quiet room. Your eyes glanced back down to the card where ten numbers stared up at you dauntingly. Just above it, written in a messy scrawl, was his first and last name. ‘Joel Miller’. It wasn’t until you read his name for the seventh time that you realized you were actually considering his offer.

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wardenparker · 2 months

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CONGRATS on 2.5k!! You deserve every follow! ❤️ For the co-writer (along with @absurdthirst) of the Whiskey fic that made brain go BRRRRR and got me into reading/writing our fave corndog, how about our Agent with the prompts: "Should we make it official?" and/or "Put me down!" Have fun!

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels. 2,300 words. "Put me down!"/"Should we make it official?" (Sequel to: "Wait! Please don't go!"/"There is no 'us'." ) Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Jack hits the door, heads turn. The sharp, confident gait of a man on a mission who will not be stopped just shimmers in the air around him. Eyes sharp and narrowed, they scan the floor, looking for someone. For you.

“Can I help you, sir?” It’s the weekend, so a greeter is stationed at the door of the upscale retail store, to help direct customers through the maze of shelves and displays. It is the middle of the city so there are plenty of different kinds who come in every day, but this is definitely the first cowboy that’s ever set foot inside the Lexington Avenue Sephora.

Jack says your name and throws the woman a charming grin. “She’s helped me before so I’m hoping to see her again.” He lies, knowing that you won’t talk to him otherwise.

"Sure! Of course." The new girl smiles warmly, blushing a little as she's easily taken in by the charm that drips off of Jack like dew drops. "She's in fragrances today. All the way at the back of the store."

“Thank you kindly.” He tips his hat like a gentleman and starts for the back of the store. The past two weeks have been miserable. He’s drank, he’s raged, he’s blamed you for expecting too much. Then, when you rejected the bouquet of flowers he had sent to your parent’s house after misusing Statesman resources to find where you were, he had come to a hard truth. He had done you wrong. He hadn’t spoken from heart, not made himself uncomfortable for the sake of growth. Holding onto the fear of losing you if he loved you had caused him to lose you. And no surprise, he had loved you, because he is miserable without your voice in his ear, your fragrance on his sheets and your love in his heart. Now, he’s here to get you back.

You're there in the last aisle, helping a young lady find a specific gift she came looking for, in the uniform dress that you hate but tolerate for the sake of your new job. It doesn't pay well enough and it doesn't distract you enough to dull the constant aching hurt inside you after having walked out of Jack's place, but that's why you had started it the second after arriving back at your parents' place. To try to forget him. It isn't working. Not at all.

"I'll be right wit—" The figure looming a few feet away was only a shadow. It's the second you look up that your mouth runs dry and you feel sick to your stomach all over again. "I'm not sure I can help you, sir," you manage, hating the way your heart wings with so much hope. Hope that he wouldn't be here unless he had come for a good goddamn reason. But you have to stay strong. "You might want to try elsewhere."

“But sugar—” Jack drawls, grinning in pure relief at seeing your pretty face again somewhere else than in his dreams or the photos that haunt his walls. “You’re the only one who can help me.”

“Then you’ll have to wait.” Jack’s appearance has thrown you off completely, but you manage to finish up with your customer and take a deep breath — even hide your shaking hands behind your back — before you look at him again. “You came to my work?” Your voice is incredulous. Quiet. “It had better because you’re out of cologne.”

“You blocked my number and your daddy— well, I didn’t think you’d want there to be a brawl on your parent’s front lawn.” He huffs, annoyed that the old man had waved a hammer at him. He knows he could disarm him, but that would make you even madder at him.

“Ginger helped you find me?” You guess with disappointment. But Ginger is his friend. You can’t blame her for being on his side. “I left Jack. And I did it on purpose. Hell, we didn’t even have enough of a relationship to call it a breakup.”

“We had a relationship.” Jack snorts. “We have one still, this ain’t over, sugar.” He promises, “Not by a long shot.”

"We can't do this here." If he wants to have it out all over again, the least he can do is pay you the courtesy of not getting you in trouble at work. This is definitely going to get you in trouble. "I'm not going to lose my job because you can't take no for an answer."

“I love you, sugar.” Jack breaths out, finally saying the words he’s needed to for a long time. The words you deserve.

If there had been anything in your hands, you would have dropped it immediately. As it is, you feel like crumbling – falling down on the spot or running to him – something utterly undignified that would definitely get you written up at minimum. Your eyes mist and your shaking hands tangle around each other, but you can't break down on the sales floor. And beyond that? As much as you want to believe him, to let the anger and the heartache drip away so you can just go home to him where you want to be? It seems completely unbelievable to you that you walking out his door was somehow the magic tonic he needed to learn those damn words.

"My manager is watching," you murmur to him, glancing past him to the petite ice queen several yard away who has zeroed in on an employee not forcing product on every single person in the store. "We can't—it's not—you have to go, Jack."

“I’m not leaving.” He frowns, tossing the overly made-up manager a single look before focusing on you. “Did you not hear what I said?” He asks. “I love you, sugar. I need you.”

"I heard you." The water pressing at the back of your eyes is proof of that, and the way your voice cracks, but you can feel your manager's eyes drilling into your face and that gaze is angry. "I heard you. And we will talk about this, but I can't afford to lose this job and that might happen if you don't go."

“You don’t need this job.” Jack reminds you. You hadn’t had it when you left, so it’s not like you’ve been here for years.

"I have bills to pay," you remind him, rolling that tick in your jaw backward a little and swallowing the bitter pill that you decided to take all on your own. The undefined thing you had going with Jack had come with a big allowance, but it wasn't a sugar situation. That would have at least been a title. "Therefore, I need to keep my job. And the girl who just got hired can get sent out the door just as easily."

“You don’t need to worry about that.” He shakes his head and reaches for your hand. “Come on, sugar.”

“Why, Jack?” You have to keep your voice down as you snatch your hand back, but it’s still a hiss. “So I can be your stay-at-home friend-with-benefits again?”

Jack has many, many faults and one of them is impatience. His jaw clenches and he knows that he needs to get you alone to talk to you, others starting to warily gaze your way. Instead of answering you, Jack drops his shoulder and scoops you up like it’s nothing.

“Oh my fucking god, Jack!” The screech it earns from you is nearly instant, knowing that you have absolutely just lost your job over his stunt and not really knowing what in the hell he plans to do now. “Put me down! Right now!” He’s stronger than you and you don’t stand a chance of wriggling free in the dress you’re wearing. It will be up over your head if you even try.

“Nope.” His gait is just as determined as he passes by your manager, her jaw on the floor. “She quits.” He tells her and continues on to the door and outside.

“JACK!” Your shit is still in your locker and that’s going to be a black mark on your resume, but right now all you can do is beat your fists on his back and shoulder in protest. “What the hell are you doing? Put me down!”

By his Bronco, Jack finally relents, bending down and setting you on your feet. “Now, we can talk.”

Huffing and puffing like you’re about to summon a personal tornado, you don’t even hear him for all the blood pounding in your ears. “What the fuck was that?! Do you know how embarrassed I’m going to be when I have to go back in there and get my purse?”

“It’ll be the last time you go in there.” He predicts and he smirks at you. “And you’ll be flustered too badly to even think about what those crusted old biddies think.”

It’s a reasonable threat, considering how good he is at flustering you. The whole reason you’ve been so upset is because you do love Jack and you wanted this to work out. But standing out there on the street pressed between him and his Bronco? You feel like you’re about to be sold a familiar looking head of cattle after your own just happened to go missing.

“So what’s the play here?” You work very hard to keep your tone skeptical. “You tell me how much you need me so that I’ll come back to you and then nothing really changes? As usual?” He did say the words, but you’re so scared to believe them. To believe him. There’s a chance he doesn’t mean it and that terrifies you.

His eyes narrow, aware that he deserves that little barb but he shakes his head. “No. That’s not what’s going to happen, baby girl.” He huffs. “You are going to go get your purse and then I’m taking you home, where you belong. And I’m going to make you scream my name before you fall asleep on my chest as we plan.”

That all sounds…ridiculously good, actually. It would be a relief to go back to him. To not have to miss him anymore and feel like your heart has been split in two. But all you do is raise one eyebrow in a show of disbelief. “Plan what, exactly?”

“You’re marrying me sugar, today, tomorrow, or the next day.” He growls, smashing his lips against yours and moaning in relief when you melt against him. Pulling away to caress your cheek. “What do you say, baby girl? Should we make it official?”

“Do you…really mean it?” Months of telling him that you wanted to know where you stood with him — wanted commitment from him — only to be sidelined or waylaid or otherwise put off for just a little while longer, they all melt away in the face of the biggest offer of commitment he could possibly make.

“Gotta ring in my pocket.” He confesses, leaning in and brushing your nose with his. “Sugar, I’ve been such a damn fool.” He murmurs. “I thought I could avoid losing you if I didn’t admit I love you. And I just hurt you, something I never wanted to do.”

“That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense cowboy.” It makes Jack Sense, which is not much at all, but still your arms twine around his waist right there on the sidewalk. “But I’m just gonna brush past how long it took you to show up at the party and embrace the fact you’re here at all. Because I didn’t want to leave. I miss the hell out of you.”

“I’m a damaged soul, sugar.” He admits softly. “But I want to be better, I want to give you everything.” He sighs and leans in to kiss you again. “Come home?”

“Everyone is damaged somehow, cowboy.” Melting measurably more with another press of his lips to yours, you lean into the solid wall of Jack’s body completely. “We just have to talk about things from now on, so we don’t get more damage along the way. Okay?”

“Whatever it takes, baby girl.” Jack promises, wrapping his arms around you and holding tight. “I’m never letting you go.”

You’ve cried so much these last few weeks, it’s almost startling to realize that the tears in your eyes now are happy ones. Ecstatic. Overjoyed at having your Jack back in your life, and for the right reasons. If you were separated by more than a few inches it would have been a lunge to kiss him again, but as it is you wrap up in him and hold on tight. “You really have that ring? Because I’m gonna flash it everywhere when I go back into that damn place to get my purse, and then you’re gonna take me home. Our home.”

“I sure do, baby girl.” He has to take one hand out from around you and it almost kills him, but he wants to prove how serious he is. Pulling a small black velvet box from his sports coat. “Tell me what you think. If you don’t like it, we can go pick out any ring you want.”

"How could I not like it?" It's from him and that's all that matters. But the second he pops the little velvet box open, the tears in your eyes spill over and your heart is in your throat. "Baby...it's...it's...I love it. I love you." It's beautiful, and it's real, and he means it.

Leaving was the hardest thing you ever had to do, but if it was the kick in the pants that you both needed to know that the love you have is real? Then it was worth a little ache.

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heavensickness · 1 year

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Some thoughts about the LIs & their living conditions:

Kuras: Only homeowner with an actual, permanent space to live in. I think he would have a living space connected to his clinic, maybe upstairs? He probably doesn't need to eat but he has to afford other important things such as medical supplies, clothes etc. but being the angel he (literally) is, he doesn't charge his patients. So how he makes a living? 1) We know that he does some "work" with Leander, so he maybe gets Leander to acquire medical supplies for him. 2) Scamming the Senobium people. I love that chaotic man

Mhin: Only one who has a profession that they actually make a living out of. They get their paychecks & leave. Attracted to men, women and the bag. Call them biflexual. They probably stay at inns without a permanent place to go. Maybe Leander also helped and offered them a room at the Wick when they first arrived Eridia, but they left the moment they got some coins. Can you imagine staying in a room every night listening to bar brawling & Leander getting head from someone random. I would go insane

Leander: I have thousands of different theories about this man, I can't count them all here. Only thing I am sure about is that he is living in the Wick, aka occupying a room there for an indefinite time being. How does he make a living? W̵̫̣̻̲͂̍̈́̀̂̀̏o̷̜̗̣̳͚̘̓̇̐̄̏u̷̺͕̘̬̭̰͑̀̑̓̃͊̋͘͘l̵̦̫͗͐̊̔̅̾̕͘͝͠͠d̷̳̦̩̫͙̱͉͓̜̱̞̝̬̐̓ͅņ̶̛̫͕̦̯͎͓͍̠̝̼̼͊͠'̶̯̹͍̹̳͈̬͕̔̀͛ţ̵͙̖̳̳̗̠̪̭̹̑̿͊̏̈͛͠͝͠ ̷͎͔͕͎͍̱͖̞̲̣͍̊̋̉́̔̔̄̈́̅͊̂͝y̵͖͚̣͎̳̓͂̈̾̿͋̎̾͊́͘̕͘ờ̶̝͍̰̤͎͓̼͕̏̀̅̽̓̀̇̉̅̈́͋̄ͅu̴̯̳̾ ̵̼̣̙̐̓̄̊̈́̄͌̒̇̓̽͌̇̊l̵̨͇̬͉̳̓ͅi̷̬͈̜͉̳̯̻̲͗͋͑̉̈́ķ̴͍̪̲̝͎͓͗è̸͕̹͕̹̙̹͓ ̷̛͙̳͙̭̙̋̎̌ͅt̸̖̫̫̪̜̲̤̹̫̤͎̲̄͆͂̋́̈͑͑͂̃̄̔̀͜o̶͖̯̱̙̗͎̘̬͚̩̯̜̲͋́̃̎̈́́̄̌͑̈́͊̕̚͠͝ ̷̛͔͕̣̗̟͕̦̺̬̪̙͔̊̈́̓̿̐͐͠͝k̶̠̘̗̘̜̻̝̓̈̈́̐̈́̒̀̿̒̿͘̚n̷̛̳̜̭͔̦͎͖̠̥̯̳̈̈́͂͛͌̄́́͌́̈́̂̚ͅo̴̢̡̝̼͓̓̈̈́̍͒̿̽̂͋̈́̀́̑͋̕ẅ̷̤͕͇̳̰͔̬̲̒́̇̈́̌̒͐̕͠͠?̷͓͉͓͋̿͆̓̆̋́̕͝

Ais: This man is just squatting at the Seaspring temple. He said finders keepers. He can avoid paying taxes though, so good for him. His interior includes 2 pillows (one chewed off by a Soulless and is covered in saliva), 2 blankets, a kettle, and a ridiculously classy teacup set. Who knows where he got it from. You know the sight when you would go to a guy's bachelor house while in university? That's the picture. This is why Vere never goes over to his place, because he can't stand the smell of BROKE (and wet dog fur). Where does he get money? Uhhh robbing the people he beat the shit out of? Let me know if you have any other solid theory on this topic bc this man isn't making any coins.

Vere: Ahh yes, my favorite classy bitch. His outfit costs more than your annual income. He hangs out in the Hightown, goes to operas, knows everything about expensive wine and champagne, and eats wagyu steak for dinner. How does he afford his lifestyle? I like to think that he buys or does anything he wants, and when it is time to pay he just tells people to add it on Senobium's tab. Tf Senobium people are gonna do when they find out? Demand him to pay? When they are making him work like a hunting dog and definitely not paying him shit in return? They literally put this man on a LEASH. I hope Vere buys anything and everything his little heart desires. Second opinion would be a high class, aristocratic sugar mommy/daddy from Hightown. *Bree Runway voice* "Do you know what a girl like me cost?"

#i was talking with emma and had to put my thoughts in a post #this post is 80% me being a silly rabbit but my points still stand #touchstarved #leander #kuras #ais #vere #mhin #things i'm playing

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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Something about how Viv described Fizz always bothered me and made me really lose interest in the series before Oops ever happened. She didn't say it directly but if I recall, a friend of her's who works on the show said Viv described Fizz as a Pillow Princess.

And, like, that's a really loaded term to be throwing around in the LGBT space. Being a pillow princess is usually an insult about a sexual partner who does not reciprocate in the relationship. Like, someone who just lets things happen to them and takes from the relationship without putting anything back in and that really bothered me.

Wasn't Fizz supposed to be a self-made successful performer who started from the bottom? Wasn't he supposed to be this strong willed fighter against all the social barriers as well as severe trauma and physical disability who still came out on top despite everything?

To call him a pillow princess was one of the first signs to me that this was not going to be good. It was a neon sign for me stating Fizz wasn't successful, he was handed success. He didn't have a story, he is just a footnote of a story. The really meaningful parts about who he is as a person and how he became who he is today, completely glossed over in favor of fetishizing him.

Season 1 Fizz would top from the bottom and take what he wanted. He would run up behind someone in a brawl and bite their ear off. He would read a room and walk out as he burned it to the ground. He was the definition of "The Most", and I just knew once Viv was said to have described him as a non-reciprocating passive bottom bitch "Pillow Princess", I knew that any hope for a single character in this series to not just be some heteronormative farce of queer relationships was dead.

It was such a drastic change from what I think Brandon had initially written. Alex at the end of season 1 said Fizz "Had two sins wrapped around his fingers". Only for it to be Fizz is getting spit roasted between them.

And then the fizz/ozzie fanatics get upset when the one character Fizz can be sassy, aggressive, assertive and on equal footing with is the one we ship him with.

Very Fizzarozzie writing critical ahead. How it is written what it could be instead. and possibly why. If you like the lovey dovey ship don’t read this thanks

How much better would it be if Fizz was the one to say “mammon didn’t do shit, neither did Asmodeus, I already was this, I’d be this no matter what” Instead of..daddy telling him how great he is, again, and fizz parroting it back to him. That’s probably why Blitzø was there originally, to help him stop looking for royal approval, and find independence the same way he’s did, or is at least trying to. Because he’s dealing with abuse by a royal too. The potential empathy there is lost.

And the funny part is it would have been way more successful. The super corny ‘crooked’ song is the least popular from that episode by a massive margin except for niche fangirls and like you and I both know, the fujoshi.

And yeah you explained why I like blitzfizz more pretty well. Some people want DDLG diaper wetting Fizz and I want the Fizz we were introduced to, assertive not wimpy and submissive out of fear.

I’m so pissed that his introduction in Ozzies is now ditched and he’s been turned into someone absolutely starving for male approval, specifically royal male approval. [Before Ozzies, if you like the wholesome ship this isn’t for you] Don’t forget what character inspired Fizz, Beetlejuice. And he’s a manipulative villainous character trying to dupe you. I can tell there was a more mature idea for Fizz to be an actual sugar baby happy to mooch of Asmodeus and manipulate mammon as well. He was possibly going after a ring so he can become immortal. Going by both his song ‘drama queen’ and the Bjuice plot where he goes after marriage. But instead we get Twilight levels of writing.

I’ve spent enough time in queer spaces to know the difference between how gay men see their sex lives and how uh… people who are not gay men and are definitely not fujoshi or anything think they see their sex lives. For example: Another thing Viv said that grossed me out was that she tries to have her lgbt couples with one having “masculine energy” and “feminine energy”….not all queer couples are like that. Some are, but most really aren’t because what the F is feminine energy? It gives the vibe of using straight people as a blueprint. So it’s fair to say you can read into it. He’s “the woman” to Viv and in a different way, to some people in the fandom, they change his canon gender not for trans representation, but to make him hermaphrodite (not intersex, which is a different thing) and get pregnant. Like they are obsessed with making him have both genitalia and I have no idea why, it creeps me out. Because it’s never about intersex or trans struggles it’s just a fetish.

A pillow princess -_- right…I want to know where he was born, how he feels about his childhood being taken away from him, what he has to say about the entertainment industry—not how energetic or placid he is during sex. Gross. I’m calling CPS

I thought pillow princess was a lesbian term? Also you’re correct. It’s someone who just lays there and lets things happen to them, a selfish lover, like Verosika criticised Blitzø for being. Stella used similar language describing a pillow princess, which was supposedly meant to imply that stolas barely consented.

Sorry I know it’s weird but I could barely sexualise him knowing I’m a woman and he’s a gay man, and the fact in my minds eye I still see him like This:

Cute widdle baby hands..I’d adopt him. How did this angel end up in hell 🥺

And I’m not saying it’s not ok to see him that way because obviously he’s an adult now, but I really don’t need to know what his kinks are and whether he tops or bottoms ffs. I should be allowed to not sexualise him lol.

Ohhh your third paragraph…how I mourn the story we could have had instead of “I need male approval not for my reputation or my career or my status in life or my self esteem or where I came from, I don’t care about any of that, I’ll lose my boyfriend!!” She even teased us with a good story by having Fizz say “Oz, working for mammon is a big deal to me” (in the end it was just because mammon gave him his boyfriend Asmodeus -_-) “this, is for me” (This is for Ozzie so that I don’t lose him and I’m barely worthy of him) He is astring

I can tell Viv rewrote it because we started out with this much darker Fizz within the form of a robot. An angry blast from the past Blitz couldn’t forget about and couldn’t measure up to, and was also really attracted to. Even if it’s not the real thing. But this personality was changed to be Ozzies pet, then changed again to his ‘soulmate’ for more shipping fodder. Like many people have pointed out, the change from stolas as the villain to blitzos boyfriend has caused massive ripple effects, Ozzie was supposed to be Fizz’s boss who he has a secret scheme against, possibly the secret selling of Asmodean crystals. I’m basing this off of the magazine article which is probably the ditched story. Another thing is mammon and Ozzie were introduced as business partners obsessed with Fizz who in turn is making bank off of them both. All of blitzos exes and potential new love interests have been sorted into neat little pairs except stolas. It’s a weird fujoshi marketing strategy.

And now instead, we have baby girl pillow princess queen clussy fizz, his cuck boss who sees him as a son, as his doting sugar daddy therapist 😵‍💫

#helluva boss critical #fizzarozzie critical

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shaunsummers · 11 months

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Tek's Birthday!

"We can do breakfast and a show." Not having any sort of plans, other than simply adjusting to the now, it was nice to be invited to what was apparently a big event for their household; even if Siren had no clue what she was getting into. Though, in the comfort of an old friendship, she'd take just about any excuse to hangout with Quinn. However, it did seem as though a certain someone could use their help. "God bless." Releasing a sound of humor, Siren motions over to the content blob of intoxication. At least Robin was a happy drunk. "One of us might have to hold her up."

"Well, I hope so. I put down my chicken nugget money for this match." Sure, Robin may have known Sierra for much longer but there had never been a day were she put down someone the way Beatrix did to Devin. At least, that Robin knew about. She beams, feeling confidence boosted from a solid chance at double fast food and the amount of shots sloshing through her insides.

Not that she would have let on but under normal circumstances, Shaun's arm around her would have been a welcomed notion. Unfortunately, tonight it came with a cheap imitation and weird, unflinching eye contact. Oh yeah, Shaun was fucked up. "And I wish you could do a better accent." Titling her head as a hand plucks away her grasp, Lilith perks a mock smile before making her way to reclaim her seat and toss the chip bags on the table.

Jade had simply assumed that Sam was only humored by her girlfriend's transition of softie to controlled rage. So, the reaction mostly goes unnoticed. She does, however, notice Shaun in her drunken state put her arm around Lilith. Even clearly dicking around, it was so obvious. Christ, were they going to pull a Rebel and Tek and take two years to get on with it? Because it sure as fuck seemed so. Being reunited with the summer heat and parted from the nosiest of the bunch, Jade shuffles the pack of cigarettes out of her pocket before breaking from Sierra to join the table. "Use that anger. It'll help."

"Oh, I plan on it." Feeling boosted by the power of her boo and the pop hits of the early 2000's playing from the speakers inside, Sierra begins her journey down the steps to start the show. It was normal for her to be a little nervous about these types of things. Beatrix was no push over. Clearly. But, also, she was super pumped to have a challenge.

"It's okay. It's just one more round." Hell, Rebel felt the same. All she wanted to do was squeeze her and kiss her and gross out Devin. But she had to be strong! "They're going to tear each other to shreds. It's gonna be amazing!" She giggles with excitement, pulling Tek into her arms. Of course, she wasn't going to leave her lady out in the cold. A cuddle drop off was in order. Though, the candidates....Who was worthy? She was still mad at Siren for delaying their Attack on Titan marathon. So, that was out. Robin was fucking wasted. She couldn't be trusted to hold herself up. Lilith and Shaun were too busy flirting. Quinn, while a great friend, might teach her karate that would later cause consequences. To Tek herself. Sam was also great but they barely knew each other. And Devin was just a butt! That left the drama queen himself. "Aiden, take your husband!"

He had already snagged a seat in-between Robin and Devin, ready to see the brawl unfold. His bet was Sierra, naturally, knowing how frightening she was when angry. Flipping his hair back, Aiden grins wide as his eyes meet the newlyweds and he leans his head back to let out a long, high pitched moan. "Come here and give me that sugar, daddy!" He wasn't getting up. They should've known this.

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"Really? That bad, is it? I watched it so many times—for practice." Shaun laughs lightly, her arm falling limply to her side. She had done it unthinkingly, but a small prickle of insecurity surfaced at the rebuff, though was quickly masked with the light response. Perhaps Lilith didn't want her touching her. Shit, whoops. Shaun sets her drink on the table and digs for her cigarettes before taking her seat, folding her idle hand in her lap. "Keep your arms and legs close to your body, she likes going for submissions." She remarks idly to Sierra before she leaves. Of course she had bet on Beatrix, as planned, but she didn't want what happened to Devin to repeat. "I don't think she'll go in quite as hard, but she might if she's worried you'll win."

"Sounds like a plan." Quinn smiles, giving her a small nudge with her arm. "You'll dig it, trust me." And speaking of new roommates that were a little messy, she follows Siren's gesturing to their future one sitting on the chair like a liquid. Lordy.

"Chicken nugget money? Well, now I have to win." Beatrix chuckles, though was thankful for Siren and Quinn coming in behind them. "You might." She remarks to Siren's comment. "She's absolutely plastered."

"Well, I still got an open lap, if you need some strong shoulders to rest on." Quinn teases, tilting her head with a pursed smile. Oh yeah, Robin was hammered. "Two guns just for you, girl."

"Pfft. Well, make sure she's okay, prince charming." Beatrix shakes her head with a sound of humor. "Mama's got lives to ruin." Giving a small salute and smile, she turns to head back out to the grass.

"Okay, one more round. For battle!" Tek relents with a warm smile, delighted to get a little lovin' before they had to separate. And even with her wife making eager and tantalizing mating calls, she still leans up to plant a soft peck against Rebel's cheek before releasing her. "The beauty of polygamy, I can have plenty of sloppy cuddles until you return!" She grins before turning to plop heavily in Aiden's lap, knowing full well he wasn't about to come get her. "No tears, my delicate flower. Papa's here! To take that delicate flower." She grins, running a finger down his chest.

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thottyimagines · 2 years

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General masterpost

Who can drive? (Pt. II) (Art)

Everyone is fucking

Whose hands are rated e for everyone?

What if there were random triplets?

Reaction images (II) (III) (IV)

Who’s a barb?

Who kinkshames?

Himbos

Who has the power of god and anime?

Kool-aid in the bong water

#pegallmen

Won’t wash hands

Overly-competitive with musical chairs

It’s always sunny in Konoha

Crying as a college student as a treat

Enemy of the state booty shorts

Bites in a fight

Would choke

Would call you a slur (II)

Brawling in a 7-eleven parking lot

Republicans

BDE

Best butts

Dehydrated

Who is/isn’t a fuckboi

Illiteracy squad

Finish up too quickly

McDonald’s play place adventures

Gross food

Who says their own name during sex?

High School Musical fans

Who is marking up their S/O?

Who’s possessive

Konoha hobbies

Whipped scale

I’m ready to party, are you ready to party?

Speed at which they fall in love

Head game

Drugs?

Rough sex gods

Absolute savages (complimentary)

Totinos pizza rolls

Most unhinged pairings

Who to trust to paint your nails

Who’s an instigator?

Who eats dog treats?

Sneeze styles

Who plays Fortnite?

No one is listening to Andrew Tate

Who’s getting pegged/not getting pegged

Morosexuals

Ridiculously OP Uchiha self-insert

Drinking water

Who carries the most weapons?

Best to worst people to have a ONS with

Who’s delusional about breakups?

Freud has no place in the Uchiha clan (Part II)

Ghosting

Nightmare blunt rotation

Who’s both gay and homophobic?

S/O is literally a ghost

Socially incompetent

Battling a goose

Sugar daddies/mamas (Part II)

You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

Verginas?

Great buns

#masterpost #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #god so many

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crazyw3irdo · 2 years

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Hey there I'm a SUGAR DADDY and new here and I seek a honest sugarbaby ❤️...not necessarily SEXUAL with a fair weekly allowance....pls send dm for details ☺️

oh yeah sure my résumé’s under the cut

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants

BENVOLIO

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

MERCUTIO

Thou art like one of those fellows that when he

enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword

upon the table and says 'God send me no need of

thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws

it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.

BENVOLIO

Am I like such a fellow?

MERCUTIO

Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as

any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as

soon moody to be moved.

BENVOLIO

And what to?

MERCUTIO

Nay, an there were two such, we should have none

shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,

thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,

or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou

wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no

other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what

eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?

Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of

meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as

an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a

man for coughing in the street, because he hath

wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:

didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing

his new doublet before Easter? with another, for

tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou

wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

BENVOLIO

An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man

should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

MERCUTIO

The fee-simple! O simple!

BENVOLIO

By my head, here come the Capulets.

MERCUTIO

By my heel, I care not.

Enter TYBALT and others

TYBALT

Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

MERCUTIO

And but one word with one of us? couple it with

something; make it a word and a blow.

TYBALT

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

MERCUTIO

Could you not take some occasion without giving?

TYBALT

Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

MERCUTIO

Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an

thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but

discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall

make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

BENVOLIO

We talk here in the public haunt of men:

Either withdraw unto some private place,

And reason coldly of your grievances,

Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

MERCUTIO

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter ROMEO

TYBALT

Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

MERCUTIO

But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:

Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;

Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'

TYBALT

Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford

No better term than this,--thou art a villain.

ROMEO

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee

Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

To such a greeting: villain am I none;

Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

TYBALT

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

ROMEO

I do protest, I never injured thee,

But love thee better than thou canst devise,

Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:

And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender

As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

MERCUTIO

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

Alla stoccata carries it away.

Draws

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

TYBALT

What wouldst thou have with me?

MERCUTIO

Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine

lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you

shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the

eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher

by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your

ears ere it be out.

TYBALT

I am for you.

Drawing

ROMEO

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

MERCUTIO

Come, sir, your passado.

They fight

ROMEO

Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.

Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!

Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath

Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:

Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

MERCUTIO

I am hurt.

A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.

Is he gone, and hath nothing?

BENVOLIO

What, art thou hurt?

MERCUTIO

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.

Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Exit Page

ROMEO

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

MERCUTIO

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a

church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for

me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I

am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'

both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a

cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a

rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of

arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I

was hurt under your arm.

ROMEO

I thought all for the best.

MERCUTIO

Help me into some house, Benvolio,

Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!

They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,

And soundly too: your houses!

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

ROMEO

This gentleman, the prince's near ally,

My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt

In my behalf; my reputation stain'd

With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour

Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate

And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!

Re-enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!

That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,

Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

ROMEO

This day's black fate on more days doth depend;

This but begins the woe, others must end.

BENVOLIO

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

ROMEO

Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

Re-enter TYBALT

Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,

That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul

Is but a little way above our heads,

Staying for thine to keep him company:

Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

TYBALT

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

ROMEO

This shall determine that.

They fight; TYBALT falls

BENVOLIO

Romeo, away, be gone!

The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.

Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,

If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

ROMEO

O, I am fortune's fool!

BENVOLIO

Why dost thou stay?

Exit ROMEO

Enter Citizens, & c

First Citizen

Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?

Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

BENVOLIO

There lies that Tybalt.

First Citizen

Up, sir, go with me;

I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

PRINCE

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

BENVOLIO

O noble prince, I can discover all

The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:

There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,

That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

LADY CAPULET

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!

O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt

O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,

For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.

O cousin, cousin!

PRINCE

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

BENVOLIO

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;

Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink

How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal

Your high displeasure: all this uttered

With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,

Could not take truce with the unruly spleen

Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts

With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,

Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,

And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats

Cold death aside, and with the other sends

It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,

Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,

'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than

his tongue,

His agile arm beats down their fatal points,

And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm

An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life

Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;

But by and by comes back to Romeo,

Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,

And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I

Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.

And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

LADY CAPULET

He is a kinsman to the Montague;

Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:

Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,

And all those twenty could but kill one life.

I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

PRINCE

Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

MONTAGUE

Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;

His fault concludes but what the law should end,

The life of Tybalt.

PRINCE

And for that offence

Immediately we do exile him hence:

I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,

My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine

That you shall all repent the loss of mine:

I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;

Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:

Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,

Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.

Bear hence this body and attend our will:

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Exeunt

#crazwaz posted #originally i wasn’t gonna put a read more but i thought i’d spare y’all a little bit #audience participation #romeo and juliet

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missgossiper · 21 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/diniswasplaying/747876534855024640/you-good?source=share

what’s the gossip?

Dearest Anonymous,

What do we have here? Our normally suave and charming town musician has gotten himself into a brawl of sorts? Though recounts of the situation remain most vague and unclear, it does appear Costa's "platonic sugar daddy" has been seething with a sort of rage.

#asks #anonymous #a. stoker #d. costa

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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sonny. sonny. sonny. i was thinking about the sugar baby au we spoke about eons ago and had a big brain moment. sugar daddy!ari is a hugely successful sex/love guru that's widely known for his infomercials, seminars, and self-help books. he has a private island where he walks on the beach naked and makes homemade sangria and smokes cannabis from jamacia and hosts flocks of beautiful women that sometimes participate in the private demonstrations he gives on his website (or his yacht, for the ultra wealthy, if you wanna get a little dark). some of the other daddies don't like him bc of the unconventional way he built his fortune. new money and all that. 👀 - bratty spice

uhm YES !! sugar daddy!sex guru!ari sweeping you away every month to spend a 'relaxing time' on his island. your other sugar daddies bitterly watch/ignore ari's newest uploads after your trips, how the guru's inspiration seems to spark every time you go away with him. some of the jealous daddies have tried to make you resent ari for being with other people too, but look at yourself !! unlimited supply of sugar daddies !! they love to hate him but for a certain celebration, he invites them to his yacht to watch him in action, perhaps join in, with their favourite little sugar baby, you.

Old money vs new money, oh how will you survive 😪

#wips ask #bratty spice anon #sugar daddy brawl

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minnowtank · 2 years

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Alright, you can try to fuck with me

But before you do, there's something you should probably know

I keep that motherfuckin' thing on me and by thing I mean dad

Trust, you don't wanna make me mad 'cause I got him on speed dial

And he's rich as all heck

And he's strong, he'll be comin' for your neck

Yeah, my dad is straight evil, he's a mafia boss

And he's cutting me checks, now I'm lost in the sauce

Give me an arbitrary job cause I have no skills

Nepotism got me making them bills

First grade I had a bully, he was straight dissin'

Asked the principal for help, but he wouldn't listen

Told my dad, next day they were both missin'

Like "Shape of Water" they were sleeping with fishes

And did I mention he's a vampire? My dad can't die

Paler than a motherfuckin' overcast sky

Only comin' out at night, killin' folks with one bite

Think he sucks? Well, you goddamn right

Me and dad at the ball park, hittin' balls with a bat

If you bully me, you're gonna brawl with a bat

Who needs a sugar daddy when you got a sugar dad?

Unlimited allowance, no cap

Dad been alive for 400 years, vampire shit

He don't show up in the mirrors, rich man shit

He don't show up for his kids

How he live forever, but ain't got time for his kids?

But it's cool!!!!!!

I get that money from the top (bitch)

Call that "trickle down economics"

You don't wanna mess with me, I promise

The money never stops, but it's got a lot of commas

If I have a bad dream, then I'm hoppin' in his coffin

Dad's richer than Jeff Bezos

It ain't fall, but he's raking up pesos

Puttin' all my haters underneath gravestones

I'm like a baby mouse 'cause he feed me queso, little bread like panko

You will never have a rich dad

You will always have a tiny baby. bitch dad

You could have money in the bank, but your dad can't hang

'Cause he ain't got fangs, and he don't lead gangs, bitch

#i talk

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years

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Mine. His. Ours Pt. 1

Rindo Haitani x f!reader x Ran Haitani

Pt. 2

warnings: gaslighting, manipulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, innocent reader, daddy kink, implied sugar daddy!Rindo, I suck a dialogue, I promise…m’not a writing blog…it’s just a phase

Word count: approx. 4.2k

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor.

It wasn’t hard to see who it was you belonged to. You’d have to be blind not to see it. Not with how Rindo always made sure to have you hanging off his arm in public, or the way he shamelessly groped and kissed you no matter who was around. And if that didn’t do it then the pretty little, bold ‘R’ tattooed on the back of your neck definitely did. Other people knew not to mess with you otherwise they’d meet the wrath of one half of the formidable Haitani brothers.

And you. You were a sweet little thing. New to the city from the countryside, eyes bright with all the expectations of big changes and big opportunities in your life. Everyone in your little town knew each other and they were all so nice, always helping you out since your parents died young leaving you with your ailing grandmother. Who also eventually passed not long after you graduated from your local college. You wanted a fresh start away from it all, so left for the city and landed your first job in some Izakaya.

Your first mistake was being naïve. Your second was not doing your research or asking just why this particular Izakaya was so short on staff. Well you found out quickly enough when you saw the clientele. You only saw yakuza on T.V or movies before coming here, but now they came in droves - changing what you could only connect to as a fantasy into something tangible. They were always causing a mess of the establishment, running the staff like their own personal mules and bringing all of their problems with them. It wasn’t rare that a brawl would start in the middle or outside of the restaurant. You were terrified of being in that place and was already looking for another job but it wasn’t easy.

And all the while you somehow pushed through all of the catcalls, the groping, the manhandling until you were close to tears and you were hiding in the staff room. One particular night a huge gang member was wasted drunk - nothing new - and was tugging at your clothes and arms every time you walked by - again nothing new. Eventually going so far as to stick his hand up your shirt and grabbing your breast. You could only tremble hoping someone would step in but the other staff members just looked away. And as much as you wanted to curse them you couldn’t because if the roles were reversed you would’ve probably done the same thing. In that job there was an unspoken law and that was ‘better you than me’.

And that’s how you ended up being dragged out of the store despite your pleading and crying.

But that’s when he arrived. Tall, handsome and turning heads with every clack of his expensive shoes on the pavement. Long pink and dark blue hair cascaded down his broad shoulders, laying elegantly on top of the light green suit that fit perfectly on his body. You were struck by how beautiful this man was, miles above any of those Takeshi’s or Hiro’s from your old boring town. Too beautiful to be nothing more than a figment of your fear induced imagination. You were too entranced to notice how the larger man tripped over himself to run away. Or that the very same man, who looked to have fallen from empyrean above was walking towards you, stopping only when the tips of his shoes were touching yours. An equally long, elegant finger gently tickling the bottom of your chin to lift it up. He was barely touching you but somehow you felt immobile.

Fuck he was tall! You found yourself lost in the frostiness of his gaze, falsely warmed by the glow of the neon lights from the stores around you. Somehow you found your voice, “U-umm...tha-thank you for h-helping me...Sir…”

“Sure dollface. But my help doesn't come cheap.”

Your entire face blushed from how close this hot guy was to you. Lashes fluttering when you looked away, unable to bear looking at him so close. Eyes dropping to his neck where you saw what looked like the top half of a tattoo peeking out from the collar of his suit. “I...I-i can pay for your meal...Um...Is th-that ok?”

The man raised a brow, taking in your trembling appearance. It was like seeing a poor bunny standing in a den of lions just waiting to be eaten. He could smell the innocence on your skin, see the light of hope and opportunity that this world had long since sucked dry out of him. He even saw you were still afraid, thought not as frightened as he would’ve assumed given who he was. “Tell me, doll. What’s your name?”

“I-it’s...Y/N…” You looked up at him with doe eyes, though completely unintentional, “A-and you?”

Had you not been so close you wouldn’t have seen the almost imperceptible way his eyes widened, before a mocking curiosity dancing in the depths of his eyes. The type of curiosity one might have when you happen to walk by an accident and want to see all the gory bits. And then he laughed, startling you even further when he slipped his arm around your waist leading you back into your place of work, “I like you, dollface. The names Rindo Haitani.”

He started coming by occasionally after that, and it didn’t take you long at all to figure out who he was. What he did. And yet you didn’t care. And that scared you a bit. Wasn’t he the same as the other thugs that often came by the store? The very same people who you were trying to run away from? Sure he was handsome, distractingly so, but pretty face or not he was dangerous. You needed to get away from him. From all of this. Maybe it was too early to leave your home town? You weren’t ready for the big city.

But when he would eye you, like he’d throw you over the table to give you the fucking of your life, you couldn’t concentrate on anything but the twists and knots multiplying in your lower stomach, and the rush of heat pooling into the lining of your underwear. It was the first time any man could make you nearly cum your panties from just a single look. Knowing that a man so gorgeous and powerful wanted you was enough to throw any rational thoughts out of the window.

And Rindo knew exactly what he was doing to you. Eyes narrowing in amusement with every longing gaze you sent him, or how you’d shuffle to the back rooms, thighs snatched together and a noticeable red blush on your face. Liked how weak you were whenever he whispered his order right into your ear. Like it was a secret for just the two of you. Taking delight in the way your body would tremble and bite your lips to suppress your moans when his lips brushed against your ear.

While you had your flings there was nothing to prepare you for Rindo. With every sultry gaze, every mischievous, knowing grin and every fleeting touch you found yourself craving him even more. Until your mind was full of nothing but him. Everyday your eyes would be stuck on the front door waiting for that head of pink and blue to peek through. On the days he didn’t show you ran on autopilot. Giving fake smiles or some times not even trying to properly entertain the customers. Simply going about your shift, just hoping for the day to be over so you could be one step closer to him, maybe walking through the door. He had you completely under his thumb before you knew it. You did notice, however, while the overall harassment in the shop didn’t go down, the people who messed with you did.

On the days he did show up, the person you became should have left you feeling ashamed of yourself. The second he was in the door, even if you were serving another table you pawned them off to someone else and ran to greet him. The sight never failing to make him snicker. You were so pure, so innocent and so eager to please him it was almost pathetic. He could almost see your tail wagging like a little pup coming to greet their master home.

On this particular day it had been almost a week since his last visit so you were feeling more excited than usual. Somehow you had a feeling that he would come today so you put a little more effort into your appearance, wearing a light lip gloss and some makeup to make your eyes pop. While you couldn’t do much with your outfit since it was a uniform, you did go and buy a new push-up bra and undo the first few buttons to catch his attention. Your stomach fluttered in naughty exhilaration when he unabashedly looked down your shirt. Locking your hands behind your back to push your breast out further, smiling as you did and doing your best to keep your blush at bay.

“W-welcome! I’ll show you to your table.”

The smirk never left his face, only deepening at the way your sweet voice spilled from your lips even as you blatantly showed off your body for him. Well if you were going to put on a show he wasn’t going to refuse. “Then what are you waiting for? Turn around and let me see you walk for me.” You giggled, doing as he said another wave of heat filling your body when you felt his eyes drop to the sway of your ass.

He watched you bounce around while taking his order, rushing to the back to get his drink and returning much faster than a typical wait would be. As though you couldn’t stand not being around him - which was the truth. And both of you knew it. When you put the glass down, leaning over more than necessary to give him another little show, Rindo gripped your wrist to stop you from moving.

Eyes immediately searching for his, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness not fully prepared for how close his pretty, purple eyes would be. This time you couldn’t stop the flush on your cheeks or how it spread all the way to your ears, when you heard the low chuckle haze through his lips. His warm breath beating against the underside of your chin.

“Today must be a special day. M’getting dinner and a show.” Again his eyes swept deliberately along the curve of your soft breast hanging only inches in front of him. Close enough for him to press his lips too if he wanted to, and the growing lust inside of you wished that he would. “Or do ya dress up like this for anyone that comes on through?”

You shook your head quickly and answered shyly, “N-no I...I thought...maybe you’d come today so…”

He answered with a knowing ‘hmm’, hand slipping from your wrist to move the drink off to the side. Then taking your wrist again and pulling you closer. Surprised by the movement you had to prop one knee onto the booth’s seat to stop from collapsing onto his chest, your breath hitching as in this position you could now feel every exhale on your chest. “So these pretty tits here are all for me? Did ya miss me that much, babydoll?”

A soft whine squeezed past your trembling lips. Head feeling like dead weight from the sexually charged atmosphere burning between you. His free hand moving from your knee, up your sides and all the way to cup the side of your face. Hand so big that even as his thumb pushed against the plushness of your soft lips, his other fingers toyed with the edges of your ear. The sensations making you melt into his hand, your eyes darken and breathing double until you thought you’d pass out from out lightheaded you were.

“Asked you a question, pretty. It’s rude not to answer.” The feel of his rough thumb pushing past the flimsy resistance your mouth provided, and rolling over your tongue had you keening. You wanted nothing more that those fingers make their home inside of your clenching cunt like yours had been the last few weeks when thinking about him. But you managed to pull yourself together to answer with a breathless, “Y-yes...I wanted to see you…”

The fact that you were in public or that you were in the middle of your shift didn’t even register in your mind as your desire for him began to become apparent to even the blindest of people. And Rindo was growing more bold with his touches, the gradual build up for days and weeks, conditioning your body to anticipate and yearn for his touch making you compliant. Easily puppeteering your body into his lap, tucking your legs on either side of his hips. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, the table pressing into your back forcing you to lean against Rindo to avoid the uncomfortable pressure - not that you were complaining. You had dreamed of this moment, being in his lap, feeling his body against yours. Mind and commonsense going numb as his spicy scent of his cologne beckoned you further into the bottomless pools of hypnotic purple.

Rindo almost felt bad for how easy it was to get you to this point. The poor simple minded country girl -- of course he did his own background check on you -- looking for the starwalt city experience, only to fall into the hands of a demon. He had been looking for a pretty little thing like you for a while. Someone gullible and easy to manipulate into doing whatever it was he wanted. The only problem with little lambs like yourself was that you all break too easily.

You sighed heavily when his hands roughly squeezed your ass closer to pin your hips together, wiggling slightly from the position as your nerves began to mix with anticipation. “Rindo…” You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes waiting for him to do something - anything. Hand trembling slightly where they perched timidly on his shoulders.

He took a moment to soak in your expression. Then looked over to the glass of sake you brought over, taking a sip, “My little babydoll missed me didn’t she?” You nodded, “How ‘bout you show me how much. Push those tits out for me.”

Shy but still wanting to please him, you pinched your arms together and arched your back to give him the vie he wanted. “Come’on you can do better than that. Must not’ve missed me that much.” Your heart nearly dropped at the disappointment that threaded through his words, and you doubled your efforts. Pressing so tightly it was almost uncomfortable, fluttering your lashes up at him. “L-like this?”

He gave you a grin in lieu of answering and before you could think anything else you felt something cold being poured over your chest. You gasped as you watched the sake roll over the curves of your breast, down into your bra soaking both it and your shirt. You still kept your breast pushed together so a bit was caught in your cleavage, but it was a paltry amount in comparison. Your eyes widening even more when he leaned forward drinking from your chest. Head rolling back and your moans flowing freely without care, when his tongue ran long strips up your chest to catching the rolling drops. His lips puckered against your skin sucking greedily at any remnant of the beverage.

By now you were shamelessly whining in his lap, hips rolling awkwardly against him with the help of his hands that had moved down to your waist. He leaned back to get a better look at your face. His tongue running across his lips as though trying to catch the lingering taste of your skin left behind. “D-do...do you believe me…now? T-that I missed you…?”

He left your question suspended in the air, instead dragging your clothed cunt over the growing hardness between his legs. Holding back the urge to tear off those stupid uniform pants you wore and just fuck you over the table like he wanted to do since the first day. He could tell by the clumsy rolls and twitchiness of your hips that you weren't used to this. And if you were a virgin, the thought of splitting you wide open on his cock made him twitch in his pants.

“Ya know babydoll, I just don’t think I’m convinced yet.” Your eyes popped open in panic, the only thought in your head was how to make him believe you. You really did miss him. Everyday you waited and waited and waited for him to walk through the door. Not a single day went by without him taking over your thoughts. How could you show him? What should you do?

Only when you felt his thumb brushing against your eyes did you realize you were crying, the frustration in yourself manifesting as warm tears. He cooed at you ‘tutting’ softly, “Aww, don’t cry pretty. Ya know I couldn’t get my pretty baby out my head the whole time I was gone, but it’s ok if ya didn’t feel the same. I’m not mad.” He sighed softly using that to mask the bubbling laughter that wanted to escape. You were too easy.

Rindo knew just how desperate you were to see him. Sometimes he’d come by just to watch your scurry around, head perking whenever someone would walk through the door, only to visibly deflate in disappointment when it wasn’t him. But seeing you squirm to his tune was too fun to pass up. And it was only a few seconds more before the very words he had been waiting for passed through your trembling lips.

“...What do I gotta do?...I’ll do anything to prove it…” You nuzzled into his hand against your cheek, the tension in your body melting at the smile tugging on his pretty lips. “Anything?...Think I have something in mind. So how about you come home with me tonight, hm?”

And it was that very same night he took you back to his place, and had you bouncing on his cock like a common whore.

“Look atcha...creaming so pretty ‘round my cock.” Rindo chuckled mockingly as he slowly, achingly thrusted into your sore pussy from the back. Fixated on how your ass rippled with every punishing thrust, and shuddering at how you just kept sucking him in more. “Pussy was made to take my fuckin’ cock!” Fuck he could stay balls deep in your pussy all night and it still wouldn’t be enough. “Is it really your first time? Hm?”

Pushing down on your back to make it curve to almost a painful degree, the slight shift in angle making all the difference in the world. And you yelped, almost choking on the spit that dribbled from the corners of your mouth when you felt him pressing against the entrance to your womb. It felt like he was going to punch through it any second. Each battering hit of his weeping tip shattering any coherent thought that wasn’t Rindo’s name.

His pace increased, dick twitching with his encroaching release. Until now you don’t know how many times you came around his fat cock. Each time you felt him ripping you open sent sparks of unbelievable pleasure through your body. Feeling something other than your fingers was such a new feeling, reaching places so deep inside you wouldn’t have thought possible. Every ridge of his cock that hit that one spot that made your toes curl and eyes roll had you gasping for breath. It was all so much, and yet you wanted more.

“R-rin….ah, ah so deep-! Ah more, please, please...ah….” As much as you could you pushed back against his powerful hips, squeezing around him so tightly Rindo husked a groan so sexy it went straight to your core.

“I didn’t know you were such a greedy little slut. What me to fuck you harder? Deeper? Pound my cock in you till this slutty cunt is molded to my shape, hm? That what you want?” He pulled all the way out before slamming back in so roughly you were sure there would be a bruise the next day. And you screamed babbling ‘yes, yes, yes’ over and over until your body seized underneath him.

Rindo hissed already attuned to the signs of your climax after dragging so many out of you this night. His hips rutting into you with the sole purpose of chasing his release. “Fuck *groan* this pussy’s mine now. Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck this cunt whenever I want, aren’t ya?” Suddenly he grabbed your hair, yanking you back and making you groan in pain from the now uncomfortable bend in your back. He dragged his tongue up the side of your neck, moaning obscenely into your ear then shoving your face into the sheets.

“Feel so good, babydoll. Shit, suckin me in real nice-fuuuck!” He pushed deep inside until he was right up against your womb and came with a heavy, satisfied sigh. Slowly grinding against you until his dick went soft inside and you were stuffed with every last drop of him.

Rindo collapsed beside you, and without him holding your hips up your body slunk down onto the soiled sheets below. But your mind was still far away from the present, still recovering from the series of mind blowing climaxes. Soon you felt something oozing out from your hole and your eyes widened, turning to Rindo in panic.

“You c-came inside….I-i thought you said you wouldn’t.” What happened if you got pregnant? You weren’t on any birth control, and there’s no way you could afford a child. You let yourself be pulled into his arms, snuggling into his still burning body, slick with sweat and a mix of your bodily fluids but you didn’t care. From in his arms you looked up at him, the look of guilt on his face again making your heart race.

“I tried baby. But you were squeezing me so tight I could pull out in time. Must’a meant you didn’t want me to pull out. Did you? Felt too good, didn’t it?” Well, it did feel good when he was inside - your hole clenched around air from the memory. Was it really your fault? Maybe...Maybe you didn’t want him to pull out. “Besides, bet my little princess is all warm right now. Tummy feels nice and full, yeah?” You nodded slowly along with the sultry whisper of his voice, letting yourself be lulled into how soothing it sounded. “See, I knew you would. We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Now let me see my pretty girl’s smile.”

You giggled, smiling even more when he kissed you. Hands beginning to slowly move along your body, hooking under your knee and pulling it over his hip. Where you felt his dick pressing against your stomach “Not again...I got work tomorrow.”

“Work….Ya don’t need that. I can take care of ya.” His lips moved along your neck and under your jaw. With only minimal resistance you tried to push at his chest, “....no I can’t let you do that.”

“But I want to. Come on, just wanna spoil and take care of my good girl. Besides that place is no good for someone like you. Someone so sweet and delicate like my babydoll.”

You thought for a bit, a pout coming to your face, “....It is scary…”

Rindo nodded, taking your chin in his hands to make you look at him. Finding the way your face scrunched in your efforts to use that dumb little brain of yours. “Hmhm, scary, scary. And I can’t protect you if I’m not there….Oh, unless you like that. Like how those men look at you. How they try to touch you when I’m not there. Like when they fantisize about how they want to fuck my cute little babydoll. You wanna leave me? That it?”

“No! I don’t!” The tears that sprung to your eyes were quickly kissed away by warm lips. And just as easily as he brought you to near hysterics he calmed you down.

“But if I quit then how will I pay for my apartment or live…”

“You don’t have to worry about anything, babydoll. Just sit pretty on my arm and spread those legs when I tell ya to. But when daddy’s busy you gotta behave. But you’re a big girl, you can do that right?”

“...yeah…” Rindo chuckled at the airy tone in your voice, and wondered if you even knew what you were saying. “Yeah, I know you can. Because my babydoll’s so smart.” Your eyes glowed from the backhanded praise, a sweet smile coming to your face. “I’ll leave some men with you and give you daddy’s card. Go do what your little heart wants.”

You then felt the head of Rindo’s once again hard cock pushing at your entrance, curling your arms around his neck as you shivered. Both of you sighing when he bottomed out and slowly began rocking. “I’ll even let you move in with me. Just let me take care of everything.” You just nodded, “Ah, ah use your words pretty. Say ‘thank you, daddy’.”

Despite everything you did with him already, and practically signing away any autonomy you had over to him in a single night, you still felt a rush of shame at the name. “Thank….thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He shifted a bit to give him more leverage in his thrust and right before you felt your mind being taken over by the pleasure you heard him say, “I’ll introduce you to my brother later. I think he’ll like you too.”

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katsumox · 3 years

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here’s to cherry cokes and bloody noses, it’s 1965

i need to write smth w/o burning out so here are the bnha boys in the outsiders au:

IZUKU MIDORIYA is the "runt" of the group. he's the greaser that the socs pick on relentlessly until he bulks up due to fights with the gang. he's too sweet for his own good, but he grows thicker skin as he ages. he started going out with you, with much dissent from the gang, after you yelled a group of sleazy socs that were bothering you and your friend. let's just say he took care of that relatively quickly. he's a true softy, he loves taking you to the drive in movies, to hang out in someone's yard, or take you riding in his mom's busted car. he works on it with the noys, occasionally, and when is hair gets a bit too long, he'll ask for one of your hairties to hold it :)

SHOUTO TODOROKI is a soc, but one that minds his business. he's well liked, because he's rather indifferent and daddy's money helps and all. he's never seen without a very specific sweater he likes and expensive gifts and candies he gives to his friends and aquaintances. he's not typically seen antagonizing any of the greasers; he finds it beneath him, until some socs starts turning on him when he took a liking to you, a greaser. he didn't think much of it; he's an untouchable, not a greaser nor soc would dare fuck with him and what's his, and that includes you now.

SERO HANTA is a soc, but honestly crosses the line between soc and greaser pretty often. he's the resident casanova of the town, like denki, is seen with a new fling almost every week. that is, until you came along. he likes making a show of picking you up in his dad's red 1964 mustang, making all the girls around gasp, and everyone else quite envious. he's never seen without a toothpick inbetween his pretty teeth and a cocky smile on his face. not much of a fighter, he's much more of a friendly preson, he often says, "make love, not war, baby." he can be a sleaze, sometimes, but you love him for it.

DENKI KAMINARI is a soc, known mainly for his flirtatiousness and driving his father's expensive ass car. he doesn't do very well in school, hence you meeting him as a tutor. he offers you lollipops and always asks to take you out for tutoring him, though he's not really invested in learning the material. he's more interested in your company. he rarely actually fights people, mainly choosing to watch a brawl from a safe distance or not attending at all. he's never seen without his letterman jacket and a cherry lollipop in his mouth, it's his brand, though he'd never give up the chance to give you one, though.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU is a greaser notorious for his fighting skills and temper. he's got a penchant for pissing off socs and then beating the tar out of 'em later. it's one of his favorite activities, other than working on cars in the shop or taking you out on a drive in cars he doesn't own. he's never seen without his leather jacket and a pretty little thing on his arm, namely, you. the boys give him shit for calling you cutesy names (usually dollface, sugar, princess and angel) but he doesn't give a damn because "it's not like any of ya could find a dame like mine, anyways." he's quick to buy you any sort of sweets or small thing he can, because although money can be short sometimes, he wants to be the man to provide for you.

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA is a greaser, he doesn't go picking fights like katsuki does, but that doesn't mean he avoids 'em either. he's never seen without his hair greased and white muscle shirt on. he's also fond of working on cars with katsuki. he has a bad habit of accidently stealing bubblegum from the mom and pop shop across the street when buying drinks and stuff. they just let him take it now. he's the calmest of the greasers, not one to immediately throw punches, but sure as hell likes to finish up fights. however, all that goes out the window when it comes to you. he'd kill a grown man for ya, greaser or soc, because nobody disrespect his sweetheart and gets away with it.

TAGLIST:

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years

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~ WWE/NXT Masterlist

⭐️ - request 🖤 - personal favorite 🎵 - songfic 📝 - “i just exist” 🚀 - drabble 💬 - comes from a prompt (specified in the oneshot)

Big E➕

📝🖤 'Princess of Positivity' ⭐️ ‘Plus’

Bron Breakker⚠️

📝 ‘Broadway and Breakker’ ⭐️ SFW Alphabet : A,B,G,O,X

Cody Rhodes💭

📝 ‘Oh Honey’

Damian Priest🏹

⭐️ ‘Hear the Calling’ (The Judgment Day)

Dominik Mysterio💛

📝🖤 ‘CODA Champion’ ⭐️ ‘Count on You’

Drew McIntyre⚔️

📝 ‘Solar Steel’

John Cena👋

⭐️🖤 'Sugar Daddy's Little Girl'

Pat McAfee🏈

⭐️ ‘Heaven Knows’

Rhea Ripley👹

⭐️ ’Hear the Calling’ (The Judgement Day)

Ridge Holland🧢

📝 'Stargazer’ 📝 ‘Belle of the Brawl’

Shayna Baszler♠️

📝🎵 'Girls Like Girls'

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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The Demon Bros Play DND!

Who’s ready for some Stupid Headcanons?

So, the Satanic Panic of the 1980s claimed that the tabletop RPG known as Dungeons and Dragons had the power to turn your children into satanists and devil worshippers. So of course, the brothers have totally played DND after hearing about all the human world nonsense.

Lucifer the Back-up Back-up DM

He’s too busy to play this game dammit, stop inviting him! What do you mean both Satan and Simeon can’t DM the one-shot? Ugh... fine.

Despite all his UUUUUUUUGGGGHHH, Lucifer is a damn good storyteller, prepare to be immersed as hell.

Also, sorry guys, he’s a rule whore. If something’s against the rules, YOU AREN’T DOING IT.

He’s also a complete sadist who will randomly get everyone to roll perception checks for NO REASON.

Lucifer has definitely stood up and slammed his hands on the table while giving a description for extra effect, Mammon screamed and nearly fell out of his seat which REALLY ruined the mood.

“Everyone, we’re rescheduling, I’m too busy.”

He’s been a player a few times, and he’s NOT good at it. All his characters end up being really generic and boring. He’s better at being the world and everything in it, not the dummy wandering around it.

Human/fighter lookin’ motherfucker

In conclusion, he’s a good DM, but he’s probably too busy to play.

Over-Powered Self Insert (Mammon)

This game is for nerds! He’s not playin’, Levi!

Fine, his character is great and amazin’ and is also him. MC! What do these numbers mean-

Mammon’s the type of player to make his character a self insert and not take it too seriously, then get really REALLY attached as the campaign progresses.

He’s the type not to make a backstory for his character either, so go wild DM MCs!

He also both purposefully and accidentally metagames a whole bunch. Like dude, YOU know this, YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT.

Shit he forgot his dice, can he borrow some?

“Okay MC, that’s five points of piercing damage.” “I RUN OVER AND HEAL THEM! I’LL SAVE YA MC!”

Mammon goes out of his way to save MC’s character long before it would make sense in-character to do so.

“Well, as your first man it’s my duty to save your character! You’ll probably be a blubberin’ mess if I didn’t...”

He’s not the best role player, but he’s also not the worst at it either. He tends to break character when things get too serious and he doesn’t know what to do.

Notes who? He came in here with one sheet of printer paper and it’s for doodling only.

He and Asmodeus start the tavern brawls. No question about that.

Theft is very common, he’s stealing from everyone, including but not limited to: the party, the royal guards, the dead enemies, the giant fuck-you dragon that Satan dropped in there to deter Mammon from stealing...

“I’m gonna steal that crown from the dragon.” “Roll stealth.” “Nat 20 BITCHES.” “Fuck you.”

If his character dies, may the Demon King have mercy on his greedy little soul because he’s going to mope about it for a damn long time.

Over-Powered Self Insert Again (Leviathan)

His character totally isn’t a self insert, shut up! He just looks and acts like an idealized version of himself!

He’s the one with twenty pages of character info and backstory AND the amazing commissioned art.

Levi has about 40 sets of expensive blue dice that he claims gives him the best rolls but an average session with him usually leads to roughly 10 crit fails.

While his luck with dice isn’t that good, he’s the player who will get as much out of their turn as possible, AKA break out the calculators and notes we’re doing some math.

His turn goes on for at least ten minutes because of all the shit he’s doing. When you finally think it’s over he goes “I still have my movement!”

Takes notes like a madman, every bit of lore and character info is being written down, meaning it’s a headache for everyone involved if there’s a continuity error because Levi WILL point it out.

“So you all head to the east, the great Valley of-” “Hang on, valley? In the second session you said there was a mountainous area to the east.” “Levi, shut up.”

Levi is the self appointed “guys come on let’s get back on track!” player, and whoever’s DMing is grateful to have him.

Levi is kind of the opposite of Mammon in terms of character seriousness, at first he’s taking everything super seriously and then as the campaign goes on he slowly loosens up and has some fun.

Out of curiosity one day he searches up a magical girl DND class and he’s ALL OVER IT. PLEASE LET HIM BE A MAGICAL GIRL NEXT CAMPAIGN-

Damn good at roleplaying, he’s carrying the entire in-character discussion until everyone else gets into it.

The Done With Your Bullshit DM (Satan)

So, this is the game that’s supposedly summoning him all the time despite the fact that he hadn’t been up to the human world since the 50s... what the fuck is everyone on up there?

It was the 80s, probably a lot of drugs.

When Satan DMs, you can only break the rules if it enhances the story... or if it fucks with Lucifer’s really boring character.

He will fudge dice rolls every once and a while, he also gets very attached to the characters everyone has made so he doesn’t want to perma-kill any of them unless they roll a DND quadruple natural 1 sin or something.

As attached as he gets, he isn’t above completely raging, killing everyone’s characters, and ending the session if everyone’s being annoying.

Don’t worry, your characters will be safe and sound next session once everything calms down... just don’t mention how Satan burned your character sheet right in front of you. It’s your fault if you didn’t make a second copy of your character sheet!

He’s pretty decent when it comes to improv when a player stumbles into something he didn’t plan out, but that’s not going to stop him from getting a little annoyed.

Though, if you somehow manage to get to the big bad too soon... yeah sorry, he’s got a way more dramatic fight scene planned, your player’s getting conveniently blasted out of there.

As a player, Satan is pretty decent at the game overall, but he tends to be a little aggressive if there’s an overarching mystery to be solved.

He needs to understand what’s going on! He doesn’t care if it upends the plot or it’s too early to find out! He needs to know!

His character is actually distinct and different from himself, Satan thinks it’s more interesting that way. All the books he’s read have made him a pretty awesome role player!

Satan’s notebook both as a DM and a player is filled to the brim, no detail is too insignificant to be put on the page.

Satan doesn’t fear dungeon puzzles... dungeon puzzles fear Satan.

“Are you all stupid?! This puzzle is so easy a four year old could solve it!”

I ROLL TO SEDUCE- (Asmodeus)

At first he didn’t want to play, he doesn’t play these kinds of games, sweetie. He’s too pretty.

When he’s finally convinced he puts a decent amount of effort into his character, but leaves the backstory pretty open.

Asmo would probably be the bard... right? No. He’s the warlock with the magic sugar daddy patron, and the warlock patron is spoken to as such.

“Hey baby... how’ve you been? Have I been good~?” “...”

Huh! Who woulda thought that all the bedroom roleplaying would transfer so well to DND!

Simeon is the only DM that doesn’t immediately shut this down, so Asmo will be extra inclined to play if Mr. Nice Shoulders is DMing.

When he gets really into it he buys a bunch of sparkly and very pretty dice, they bring him good luck in every roll!

Asmo has a fictional harem, no question about it. It gets to the point where Satan, Lucifer, and Simeon stop describing NPCs as attractive.

He’s rolling to seduce either way, he’s turned many an antagonist into a lover. To be fair, Asmo’s horniness has gotten everyone out of a lot of jail cells... so they can’t complain.

His notes consist of really random comments about the plot and the other players. It’s also COATED with doodles.

‘Wow, this character is such an asshole, I hope Belphie kills them.’ ‘Shit.’ ‘MC looks so cute when they play their character!!!!!!!! :D’

Poor bab forgets the rules a lot... it’s just too much to remember, okay?! How was he supposed to know that he ran out of spell slots an hour ago?!

Please help him, MC...

*Dice Cronch* (Beel)

Homeboy has been given edible dice, no question. He has also eaten the non-edible dice...

Beel goes to Satan for help with making his character, and he ends up really loving the character! :D

Problem is, he’s not that good at roleplaying... D:

“Can my character eat that person?” “Beel, no- you know what? Let me check what you’d need to roll to do that.”

I’ll save you MC part 2 electric boogaloo, but when it comes to Beel, the entire party is getting protected, no matter how little it makes sense in-character.

While Beel does take notes, a lot of them don’t end up being very important for later events. For example, he’ll jot down stuff about the layout in one room, but it turns out he didn’t take notes for the room that was actually going to be used for a boss fight.

He’s always nice to the NPCs, shame Belphie doesn’t show them the same courtesy.

Murder Hobo (Belphie)

Chaotic evil.

“Belphie, your character’s alignment is neutral good, remember?” “Fuck that, this guy’s annoying me.”

If Belphie doesn’t like an NPC, it’s up to the rest of the party to stop him from derailing the campaign and killing them.

He has space themed dice because cow-man likes space and thought they were pretty.

Notes? NOTES? You think Belphegor, the Avatar of SLOTH, takes notes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

He’s drooling all over the notebook... ew. Someone wake him up and tell him it’s his turn.

He puts about 35% effort forth to make a halfway decent character, and approximately 4% effort to actually roleplay.

Belphie sleeps through important plot details so he’s almost always really confused. He’ll turn to MC and ask them to explain what he missed before not learning his lesson and going back to sleep.

Wake him up for the dungeon puzzles though, he and Satan love those.

“Okay, we can’t see what’s in the room because none of the conscious party members have dark vision?” “Nope, what do you do?” “...I shove Mammon inside and shut the door.” “WHAT?!”

Bonus! The Best DM (Simeon)

Our favourite angel has homebrewed this entire campaign and boy fricken howdy are these players going to enjoy it.

Simeon fudges the dice rolls to avoid anything too irreversibly bad happening, buuuuuuut he’s still a total asshole who does the random perception rolls to keep everyone on their toes.

Everyone gets a character arc god dammit, even if they don’t have a backstory, one will be provided!

He’s got a map, he’s got miniatures, he’s got dice and backup dice for the backup dice, he’s got DM notes for days!

Simeon could be a voice actor with the amount of character voices he can do, no one ever gets confused with who’s talking.

Did someone just uncover a massive bit of plot that was meant to be found out later? Good job! No harm done! Simeon’s DM improv is second to none, and the plot will adjust accordingly!

#Obey me #Obey me!#Obey me Headcanons #obey me! headcanons #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Leviathan #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me MC #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

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