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bgomtori · 2 months

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10 - again?

09 | masterlist | 11

warnings - slight depictions of nail/ skin picking

notes - i'm so sorry for the slow updates :' i'm drowning in school work and i have a sprained thumb 😢 but i'm trying my best to update this smau asap! along with a bday post for gyu :)

the lunch bell rung, students quickly sprung out of their seats after thanking the teacher, making a beeline towards the cafeteria before it gets too crowded. you slowly walked towards the rooftop, your and beomgyu's secret hideout during any break, however today was definitely not your day

"oh, yn." a familiar voice called your name, you cringed at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. "what do you want hyunjin." turning around to face the slightly taller male.

"yikes how cold. did you receive my note?" hyunjin asked, eyes burning into your soul. you wanted to get out of the situation quickly, but you didn't know how. you were rooted on the ground, unsure of what to do. "yea, why did you leave it in there." you spat, anger coursing through your veins. how is he talking to you so casually after everything he has done?

"isn't it obvious? i missed you, i've realised my mistake yn, you made such a huge impact in my life, i don't know what to do without you. please give me another chance?" hyunjin confessed, his hand placed on his heart, his face looking remorseful. you couldn't trust him, yet it felt genuine. your heart raced, not because you were feeling flustered but more of anxiousness, your mind was blank, unable to process anything hyunjin said. feeling conflicted, you felt tears pricking your eyes, fuck you didn't want to look vulnerable infront of hyunjin.

"yn?" a voice sounded, interrupting your train of thought. you heaved a sigh of relief as you saw beomgyu standing behind hyunjin, holding a plastic bag filled with food he bought for the both of you. beomgyu glared at hyunjin, purposely bumping into his shoulder, before grabbing your hand to guide you up to the rooftop.

as soon as you reached the rooftop, the atmosphere between you and beomgyu was awkward— it was obvious that beomgyu was confused to why hyunjin was talking to you. you started to pick on your nails, a habit of yours whenever you get nervous. beomgyu noticed this and placed your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours, his thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles.

"don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." beomgyu whispered, his words slightly muffled from the food he still had in his mouth. "you're not mad?" you turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised to see him unfazed.

"why would i? i'm just upset that he's trying to do something on you-" beomgyu swallowed his food, "i'll never be mad at you yn, but all i want you to do is just tell me about anything that's bothering you, i'll help you." beomgyu continued, pulling you closer to him. the warmth of his body making you feel at ease. you knew that you could trust beomgyu, you did, but a part of you was going against it. you had a lot of your mind, only to come back to your sense after beomgyu gave you a soft squeeze on your hand. you looked into beomgyu's worried eyes, licking your lips before telling him what happened after he left you in the morning.

"i think hyunjin might be doing something, i'm not sure, i'll see if he leaves anymore letters after today to confirm it. beomgyu, i'm really scared, what if he's plotting something to break us apart." you rambled, not knowing that you were unintentionally scratching your thigh out of pure nervousness. beomgyu whince at the sight of you involuntarily harming yourself, he took your other hand, carressing it slowly.

"don't worry too much, i'll make sure that he won't and can't do anything to make you feel this way again. i'll try my best to protect you mkay?" beomgyu reassured, tucking the loose strand on hair behind your ear as he cupped your cheeks. you nodded your head, taking small bites out of the bibimbap beomgyu bought to share with you.

you were glad that beomgyu was able to perfectly comfort your with his words amd actions at the same time, you felt so lucky.

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kthecutest · 9 months

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hi darls<3 how are you I haven't been to online these days therefore I am sick and my throat hurts (and on my bday I'm 19!🤸) 😪 this feeling sucks but I was better reading and re-reading your au's/smut

and while reading one I suddenly had an idea (a smut one gosh I have a brain rot🤸)

you just came home and you call out for Jo and you hear nothing but you hear whimpers and moans from the bed room and when you came in Jo was (ehem jerking of) you decided to not open the door all the way (to enjoy the show🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸) and when he cummed you finally came in "had fun baby?" and he looks at you shocked and surprised and is (embarrassed sort of🤸)

-🤍 anon

omg please take care of yourself! (╥ᆺ╥；) sending you my best wishes! Get well soon! And also I'm so glad you feel better reading my smuts. Your idea is so on point even despite the fever ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Just think of this as a 'get well soon' gift from me to drive away that fever ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ I decided to add an extra kink too just for extra flavor Hope you'll love this and hope you'll get better soon 🤍 anon!

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ An unintended show.ೃ࿐

Pairing : Jo x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 Warnings ? : Voyeurism, Panty Stealing A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

“Jo??”, a sweet call echoed through the front-doorway. Worry overwhelmed your entire thought process in just a short moment of silence. The worry growing worse until the eerie silence was soon followed by whiny whimpers and slight moans.

You gotta admit you’re not the purest ones out there, so instantly a thought clicked your head. You approached the upstairs bedroom, slowly and steadily, two options filled your head; 1.peek through the ajar door and have your eyes feast on a grand show; 2.ruin it all and join in on tonight’s show.

But it wasn’t long till you chose to take route 1 especially when the air felt so intoxicating with the smell of heat. You were barely holding yourself back, clutching your skirt material, biting down on your cherry lips, as your eyes lay straight onto the figure on the bed. Toes curling underneath the blanket dripped on top, eyes rolling back into his head.

The sight alone had you clutching your mouth with a hand in an attempt to hold in the sudden mewl that threatened to spill out from between your lips.

“Fuck..y/n..~ miss you..”, the tensed boy whimpered, eyebrows furrowing as his hand moved up and down his long shaft in almost a desperate movement. Precum sprawled out and down his hard and standing cock, rutting into his hand.

The clutch on your mouth only got stronger as your other free hand already starts moving on its own downwards, to the edge of your short skirt that is now almost on the edge of getting torn from your tight grip. The words that flew out his mouths made it all just worse, you just wanted to sprint straight in, launch yourself on him (-HIS COCK) The only thought process you had going on, broke down as soon as the whiny boy pulled out a certain something from behind his blanket.

The light blue fabric draped in his palm, before it soon made its way on his cock. It was the exact pair of panties you lost just a week ago. You had no idea, your innocent looking boyfriend would be the little smug thief behind the case. But your thoughts were soon snapped, yanking you straight back to reality. Jo stretched you fabric underwear into a thin but stretchy layer as he started rutting into it, almost tearing it at one point from how his hard cock was poking it so harshly, the precum only soaking up the material, making it translucent. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The sight was like heaven and hell all mixed up.

You looked straight at the fabric covered dick just in time to see him creaming all into your panties letting out a whimpering mewl. The thick cum seeping through the material to the point you were sure the clothing piece could no longer be re-worn from this state.

The state left Jo in a breathy panting, fucked-out state, but he wasn’t about to get any breaths as soon as he heard the sweet but devilish tone of his beloved that he just got off to the thought of.

“Had fun baby~..?”, you licked your lips, the atmosphere instantly filling with tension and heat, the room smelled of sex, as you stood in front of his half-naked figure. “W-when did you get back..!”, he tried to play it off, but the obvious nakedness and the panicked tone that seeped through from behind the scenes was too easy to catch on. “Just.. in time to witness this sexy show you put up for me love~..”, you whined leaning closer to him, staring at him with an animalistic look as you could see the feverish redness streamed through his entire face.

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fanfic #&team x reader #&team smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team jo #asakura jo #🤍 anon

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khaleesiofalicante · 4 months

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More thoughts🤭

It was like there were two different people.The boy he fell in love with and the man he married. They were two different people: I've been looking for a way to describe the differences between teenage Mavid and adult Mavid and this is just perfect, because if LBAF 4 had been different, less cruel to them they would've been different-saddest part is that Lance's accident has a huge part in it so Mallory isn't a canon event but them changing so much is, right? Please tell me I'm wrong

Lance appearing like a selfish cunt is Alec's fault (he tried) but he really ended up being a selfless softie because his heart is like his daddy's and papa's

I just need to see that scene with Other Max finding Other David after he ran away (it's haunting me😭) but also I'm sure it changed him a lot and maybe it was something Max had to go through here too but didn't?

Even if time travel is real, you can’t change the past…You can only manipulate the past to change the future. : Finally starting to make some sense of time travel, which just makes me even more scared,I don't know how that's possible at this point

Cute flashback:Theia squealing when she saw Lance when she was a kid, adorable-Theia that's your future husband hunny (because he'll survive)

Madeleine and Joseph:a very good choice for the "It" couple of idris. Theia and Kincaid? Absolutely not, what's wrong with that country?

Madeleine saying she's grateful she said goodbye to her parents and knowing she didn't with Joseph hurts

David had held him that night and whispered to him in the darkness. “You love so much that I sometimes forget there are those who don’t even like me.”: I knew that quote would hurt, and I was right

I will be ignoring all the angst with the trial because my brain hasn't processed yet and I would like to preserve the shreds of sanity I have left thank you very much

Could Arthur's dreams play a major role? Them coming true like Magnus' if they both have a thing with dreams? And Arthur "manifesting" is part of that?

Is the reason Arcaid isn't canon the fact that Kincaid'd existence maybe isn't canon? Since it happened because of Other Max?

Let's talk about Arthur's birth and Selena in other timeline👀

Patiently waiting for Max to kick Lance's ass for pretending to hate David

Random thought but in Arthur chapter it says David's getting sick in winter, is that like Magnus got sick because winter triggered his depression? Or is it because of Lance's birthday?

I feel like what Jackson told Lance in IALS "You're very close to becoming the villan of this story" will turn into a line that will be very important in LBAF

Is Cami close with Camilla?

Not Cami thinking shadowhunters are the superior race:damn who raised this girl?

Yes Cami Theia wants to go to her travel year for a boy-no Cami it's not Kincaid, what happened to parabatais communicating?

Theia wants to get laid Cami. And help obviously-but also get laid. I'm liking Theia more and more

Will Cami think Lance is exploiting Theia when she finds out?

At first I didn't like the idea of Cami going to New York but I couldn't tell why? And then she went all I'll find the entrance to the Pandemonium and that's not good. Thank God Max knows what she's up to

Joan drawing good runes goes to the list of things that will potentially turn into a big thing👀

I was today years old when I realised that LBAF 6 ends on Lance's bday. This is not good. Not good. Not good.

I will stop now because this is again getting very very big. And to no one's surprise I have even more notes, but I will share those another time😅

Also this song reminded me of Blackbane and I really love it: Valentine by Maneskin (Maneskin have a very Blackbane vibe I think👀) Love ya, I really really hope you get better soon🌼

First things first. Maneskin is one of Lance's fave band (and mine lmao). AND VALENTINE IS VERY BLACKBANE FOR SURE. In fact, every lbaf playlist has an important Maneskin song for an important scene. I'll keep the one LBAF 6 to myself for now hehehe.

Let's dive innnnn.

I'm legally not allowed to comment on this. But in my mind mavid is one of those couples who doesn't have a perfect life. Every life (like IALS, FMF, LBAF) has a lot of pain for them to get through as a couple and that's one of their things. It's part of their story. As one of them said (or is yet to say), it's not about living a good life, but just living a one, even a bad one, with you.

these lightwood-banes boys will be death of me sigh

Unfortunately not part of the fic but if inspiration strikes who is to say...(maybe you can give it a shot!)

I can safely say that figuring out the time travel nuances for this fic has broken my brain :)

BABY BLACKBANE OMG? THE CUTEST-

Tincaid or Keia sounds CURSED.

Yeah. I wrote that whole thing in just because it hurt so good ngl.

Mavid angst >>>

Council trials are a different kind of trauma bro seriously

Maybe they can speak to each other in their dreams 👀

Kincaid's existence definitely isn't canon, meaning he doesn't exist in every world - or even fic. Here's some angst for you. He doesn't exist in FMF.

Not very different at all actually. At least, not in any important way - I THINK. Except that I'd say Selena, Max and a couple of other family members must have played a big role in convincing Other David to have the second kid because Other Max wasn't there to do it.

Same. REALLY. Same.

It's both. It's also all the memories associated with Lance's birth itself, not just his birthday/prophecy trigger.

Yes! We are yet to see some of these dynamics. Camila is closest to Cami and Atlas :)

The Clave :/ (but in all honestly, as we are yet to explore, Cami is exact the kind of person that will come out if you are raised in the capital city of your government and grew up in a government building constantly surrounded by politicians and your president father. Unlike Rafael, who actually had a much rounded upbringing, Cami grew up in Idris. It has influenced her personality a lot)

Parabatais communicating? Since when? Never heard of that before.

She knows what she wants and I say good for her. Also damn these blackthorns are such hoes.

I mean she's already kind of thinking it (in the latest chapter she wonders if lance only helped theia/kelpies to manipulate the clave etc)

Cami going to New York is the best that ever happened to her - and for many other people hehehe.

Ohhhhhhh?

What do you mean it ends on Lance's birthday?...Am I missing something 👀

Thank you for all the thoughts. They really made my day - which was otherwise not so good. I really really hope I will get better soon too because I have plans for 2024 and they need me to do some work hehe.

Love you 💜

#lbaf

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ebdanon · 9 days

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My husband and I's birthdays are three weeks apart so we were treating everyone to lunch for them. It was a bit of a circus but we were at a place that's like not very popular, so it was fine lmao

Anyway, just before we left, my mother in law accused me of filming her and streaming what she's doing online. I was on my phone, theorizing and connecting stuff (the one I was looking at that moment - The Albatross line about a rose by any other name was a Taymoji from I Know Places, aside from being a line from Romeo and Juliet) and I bumped my phone on the table while I was typing it out to send it to a friend. As soon as I did, I lifted up the phone to see if anything cracked because it's a glass table. I have no idea how she interpreted that as me recording her (or why the hell I would be doing that in the first place, she was just sitting watching a film) and she started screaming. The thing is, I didn't even hear her, usually when I'm theorizing, I'm also listening to the song at the same time, so I had headphones in, blasting the song at full volume. But my husband did, and started arguing with her about how she's making stuff up, and asking why I'd be doing that. When she saw that I was ignoring her (I turned off the song when I heard commotion but kept my headphones in), she switched the subject to why was the lunch scheduled today, when her husband has to go to work afterward, it should have been a different day when he's off work. But the thing is, this was the date that my in-laws agreed would work for them two weeks ago. Because we were making sure it would work for them, not everyone else. So that argument wasn't working for her either.

Then at the restaurant all she talked about was illnesses various relatives had, or funerals and funeral anniversaries (my grandma on my dad's side, the crazy one, has the same conversation topics btw) and this was a birthday lunch! Each time she opened her mouth it was a downer lmao Everyone was trying to steer the conversation in different directions but that woman is unstoppably morbid skskks We're back home now and my dad called me to ask what the hell was up with her, that's how bad she was lmao

I ignored her the whole time, didn't even look at her, I'm expecting for her to bring that up the next time she feels bored and wants to start an argument. Oh and to top it all off, everyone got us gifts, but my in-laws. My family gave us gifts for our birthdays when they happened a couple of weeks ago, and again for this lunch because they didn't want to come "empty handed". My in-laws gave me a gift on the day too, but nothing today, and my husband got nothing from them both times. On one hand, who cares, but on the other, they're his parents, you'd think they'd at least pretend to care? I know they got me a gift because they think I'm gonna tell my parents and they want to know pretend like everything is fine and dandy when that happens, but I'm not the type to even mention stuff like this. But they're both shitty for the way they treat their son and I hate it.

Anyway, enough about that, tell me your favorites off the album!!

everything i learn about your in laws makes me wanna inspect their brains with a microscope like what miserable people 😭 also not getting your son anything for his bday is a little wild even as an adult

anyway!!! im still trying to process but thank you aimee, so high school, the prophecy, and also guilty as son and but daddy i love him are bops but im trying not to think of the Muse tm

#usually i dont really think about the muse of a song and really just apply it to my own life or my writing but i keep thinking about it #like why did those two specifically have to be heaters #lore anon #asks #also sorry i got to this hours later #i have had the migraine of all time today

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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Not a quesjin but loVing praise instead:

Your bday post for Joon is absolutely stunning and amazing. The concept is the actual best thing I've seen on tumblr for ages and I'm sure Namjoon would absolutely love it too (at least the version of him I've constructed in my brain out of the public persona he puts out there in the music and on the internet).

The logo for the site changing into the tree branches is absolute genius. The research you did for this, the dedication is just wow.

Seeing this gifset made me think you have some kind of way to look into other universes, I think there is a multiverse version of Joonie out there who runs a website just like this. And if he is in any way a lucky guy he works with that universe's version of you to do the graphics.

Anyway loVing words over, keep on being amazing! 💜🦀

I… I don’t even know what to say other than this made me emotional. Wow.

For this one, I just knew that his quote about Korean painters from the Vogue interview really stuck with me. Combining that with an urge to do another website mock-up? This was the result, I guess! You are so kind to say all of this, especially after being on tumblr for awhile (like me oh god I feel ancient at this point shdjsjdjd)

Thank you! I meant for the trees to fall away to show rkive but I guess it could be the other way around, too😂 And namu for trees, of course, though @firesighgirl pointed out that it looks like Linear A + B and I got SO excited AHHHHH

And the research was honestly my favorite. It was like I was supposed to do this because wow. I love art, museums, etc, and now I have so many other places and exhibitions I wanna visit! It was the most enriching project I’ve done by far. (This is also why I decided to share the information under the Read More! I wanted them to be the focus of the project so I couldn’t just leave them as pictures.)

If there is a multiverse version of Joonie and Ryen out there collaborating on this.. I send them all my love. And I send my love to you for making my entire day, and those hours of working on this so, totally worth it🤍 Thank you for reaching out and saying all of these things, and let’s celebrate this fantastic man!

Also! I recorded most of the creation process and even some of the researching pieces, so if I have time, I’ll make that process video soon and post it on YouTube!

#seriously this made my entire day wow #thank you..#idk if you signed this as 💜🦀 for anon or just for joonie #but i’ll still tag it either way!#💜🦀 anon #lovely people #happyjoonieday22!#*ryengfxtalk #mailbox💌#calm tag

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backtothestart02 · 2 years

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Final Curtain Call - 2/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: For @smileyscorner04's bday. :)

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Synopsis: AU - Barry and Iris’ best friends set them up on a blind date.

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Chapter 2 -

Cisco’s head popped up from behind the bushes bear the woods circling the pond. He blew out a handful of leaves that had gotten sucked into his mouth in the process. The he brought his walkie talkie to his mouth and pressed a button.

“Anything? Over.”

“Nothing,” Cynthia drawled from the other end. “This is still a dumb idea by the way, babe.”

“No. No, it is not. We have to make sure our plan is working.”

Some garbled muffling and then a new voice popped onto the line. Linda.

“Where’s Wally? I want to speak to him.”

Cisco sighed and handed the device to Wally who was still sitting on the ground, refusing to watch his sister on her non-date with Barry Allen, who he’d yet to accept as a good enough candidate for her, despite the fact that he knew in his gut they were made for each other.

“I’m here,” Wally said. “And missing you.”

“Aww, missing you too, baby. What do you want to do after this?”

Wally’s voice lowered an octave.

“Oh, you know what I wan-”

Cisco snatched the walkie talkie away.

“Not cool, Linda!” he spat.

“What?” She played dumb. “If we have to use these junk toys to talk into, we might as well get some use out of them. This is the most time Wally and I have been apart since we started dating.”

“It’s been 20 minutes!” Cisco cried.

“Quiet, children,” Clark said from his location with Lois. “You’ll alert our poor victims.”

Lois rolled her eyes and smiled.

“He’s right. Either go home or keep watch, Cisco, but lower your voice either way. You’re really not that far from them.”

Cisco sighed deeply.

“I just don’t understand what they could possibly have to talk about for this long. I mean, they talk so much already. And they’re holding hands! I think.”

“What?!” Wally snapped up and grabbed the binoculars Cisco had brought along for kicks. “Holy shit, they are. Maybe Allen is worthy.”

“Unless our girl here initiated,” Linda boasted proudly.

“’bout time if she did,” Cynthia commented.

“Agreed,” Lois chimed in. “It’s been long enough for those two. They’re basically a couple already, if they would just admit to each other how they felt, then-”

“Yes, dear,” Clark calmed her. “Hopefully they will today.”

“It is a beautiful day out for that type of confession,” Linda said.

“I heard it’s supposed to rain later,” Cynthia said dryly.

“What?! No way,” Linda panicked.

“Relax, babe,” Wally said into the walkie talkie. “They’re already holding hands. It’s just a matter of time until-”

“No, Linda is right,” Lois said. “If Iris’ hair gets wet, it’ll ruin the entire mood, and neither of them have an umbrella or a raincoat.”

“It’s mid-July,” Wally drawled.

“Or a poncho,” Linda said.

“Guys, guys,” Clark took hold of the conversation. “If the rain comes, it comes. This is just attempt one of getting these two rascals together through a mysterious blind date. Besides, it’s not supposed to rain for at least another hour or two.”

“Oh, look! Look!” Cisco proclaimed.

“No one can see them, but you two, babe,” Cynthia reminded him.

“Oh. Right.” He chuckled heartily.

“I can see them too.” Wally’s eyes narrowed. “And it looks like they’re moving.”

“Wait, really?” Linda perked up.

“Definitely,” Cisco confirmed. “Stay tuned, ladies and gents. We may be moving soon.”

…

Iris, sitting on the bench beside Barry, their fingers still intertwined, turned slightly in her seat and leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“How long has it been, do you think?”

Barry shrugged his other shoulder, trying to slow down his racing heart.

“Not sure.” He dug his phone out of his pocket. “Oh. Almost half-hour. Think we’ve been stood up?” He cracked a grin.

Iris frowned, though she was secretly overjoyed.

“Who would stand us up? We’re hot stuff.”

Barry chuckled.

“You, maybe. Me? Not so much.”

Iris scoffed and sat up, untangling their fingers so she could smack his chest.

“What? It’s true. I’ve been stood up plenty of times. How about you?”

She felt a little guilty now.

“Okay, this may be the first.”

Barry grinned.

“See.”

“Well, that’s just proof that those girls were not the right ones for you,” she pointed out.

“That’s true,” he allowed.

You’re the right one for me. He stared at her longingly until she met his gaze again.

“Wasn’t your last solid girlfriend a…” She stifled the disgust welling up in her voice. “A pretty blonde?”

“Ah, yes. Felicity. She was pretty.”

Iris stiffened and hoped he didn’t notice.

“Too bad she wasn’t over her ex.”

“Are you over her?” she wondered aloud.

“Oh, yeah,” he said instantly. “We only went on like three dates. Not enough time to get attached.”

“For some people it would be,” she said.

Me, for instance.

“Only if that person is the one,” he said. “Then you would just know.”

She almost asked if he’d ever experienced that before, but she was too afraid to know the answer. Especially if it wasn’t about her, which it obviously couldn’t be.

“Do you want to take a walk?” she suggested. “I mean, since I think we can confirm that our dates aren’t coming. Might as well make the most of it by exploring. And…” She stuck her foot up in the air. “I’m wearing wedges, so I think I can handle the concrete path through the park.”

Barry grinned.

“Sounds like a plan.”

The two stood up and headed away from the pond and the loud roaring of the waterfall to make their way to the path. It still circled the pond, just some distance away so as not to come too close to falling in the water, should one be slightly off-balance.

And also, so bikes could go by on it.

No longer holding hands, Iris slipped her arm through Barry’s, and they looped as they walked together amidst the greenery surrounding them in mid-summer.

“It’s not too hot today,” Barry noted.

“It’s perfect,” Iris said. “Perfect for a date.” Then she winced.

“I’m sorry you got stood up, Iris,” he said, though he wasn’t really sorry, just sorry if she was upset about it. He hated seeing her upset.

“Don’t be,” she said. “I’m not.”

He turned to look at her as they walked.

“But…you got all fancy.”

“For a date at the park.” She snorted. “Imagine the guy’s surprise when he would’ve showed up thinking we were going to a fancy dinner. Obviously, I haven’t been on a date in a while.”

“Me either,” Barry said. “Which you know of course, because I tell you everything.”

She chuckled.

“I like to hear everything, especially from you.”

“Oh, yeah?” He teased, leaning towards her. “Why’s that?”

Heat shot up into her cheeks.

“Oh, I, uh…” She cleared her throat. “You’re just the cutest nerd that I know,” she said, trying to detach herself from her feelings and failing.

“A nerd, huh?” He scrunched up his nose.

“It’s a compliment,” she encouraged. “I like a man who’s intelligent and physically attractive.”

Now his cheeks started to redden.

“You’re making me blush, Iris.” He looked away.

“Good.” She brushed her hip against his. “Then my plan is working.”

“What’s your plan?” He gawked. “To get me flustered?”

She shrugged helplessly, aware that she had no plan and words were just falling out of her mouth at this point.

“You’ll never know.”

He chuckled and shook his head, then tugged her closer. She went willingly, smiling all the way and thinking what a wonderful gift it was that they had both gotten stood up on this beautiful day in the park.

#westallen #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #final curtain call #chapter 2

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imsoglitter · 4 months

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Hi kate! Idk if you’ll see this or answer but I wanted to send bc I’ve been following u for awhile and see u as sort of a big sibling/mentor that reminds me that it gets better and one day everything will be okay :’) do u have advice on how to move on? I’m femme and had my first ever kinda relationship w a butch and it was nice but they abandoned me on my bday celebration after blowing up on me saying that I was too high maintenance, materialistic, sparkly, and pink and my emotions were “too much to process” and “my presence was unhealthy” 6 months later they’re engaged to another femme who is more slow living and earthy. sucked a lot bc from day 1 they said I WASNT too much and that they would never leave. Idk I’m not sad I dont wish I was the soon wife but I’m convinced now that I’ll never find anyone bc all butches/mascs at the end of the day want that & I’ll be alone 4evr. I noticed all of my butch/femm couple friends are kinda same the same (earthy, natural, no glitz or glamour, etc). Feeling v high femme camp antics essay rn and having trouble coping. I tried changing my aesthetic and being minimalist but it put in deep depression so idk what to do. I’m unlikeable to all the ppl I’m attracted to but fitting in to be likable makes me want to kms. Any thoughts or ideas?? Hope this doesn’t come off as trauma dumping 😖

Hi anon! I don't know if I'm the right person to answer this bc I'm definitely a lazy femme who doesn't have the energy to be high femme, and the advice I'm going to give you is something you've probably heard a million times before.

If someone dislikes you enough to dump you on your birthday, you are better off without them. This goes for any other special occasion as well. The first time I got dumped, they very politely waited until I got back from a special trip I was on so it wouldn't be ruined, and I'm really glad for that. It made everything amicable and we're still penpals to this day. It sounds like your ex was bad at communicating the problems they were having in the relationship, given the blowup, and reacted pretty immaturely tbh. That's not the kind of person you want to spend your life with. (I'm also very wary of people who get married after less than a year of knowing each other, but that's a separate issue)

Honestly the best advice I can give you, and you're probably going to hate this, is take a break from looking for a sexual/romantic relationship. Focus on the other relationships in your life, whether they're with friends or family or even coworkers. And spend time with yourself. Definitely don't change everything about yourself to be with someone because you're going to have to live with yourself your whole life. The most important person to like you is going to be yourself. If you want to change think about expanding rather than dumping everything and picking something new.

And on the topic of finding someone who will love you the way you are, your best goal is to be patient, and to take action when you feel ready. Don't settle with someone who tolerates you or you'll end up like my parents (bad). And if you feel like there's potential, don't be afraid to make the first move. Pining is fun until it's not anymore so it's better to skip that part sometimes lol

Practical speaking here's my advice:

Delete your dating apps for a while

Get yourself a vibrator

Go to the movies by yourself

Pick up a new physical hobby like gardening or woodworking or cooking, something you can touch

If you hate your new hobby drop it and try something else

Try a new restaurant you've never been to before

Go for a walk/sit in a park weather permitting and birdwatch

And if you're seriously suicidal, take inventory of yourself and see if you can come up with a plan to avoid that headspace. Therapy and meds helped for me, but the main thing was moving out of a toxic environment. Plus I'm not stupid enough to pretend that therapy fixes everything all the time

I guess I'm saying you should date yourself, but trying to not make it sound super corny lol. I hope this helps and I hope you can figure out how to get out of your rut. I'm rooting for you!

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tiny-tigers · 5 months

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✨ Ahh bless you! You must feel so restless when your mind is ready to get doing stuff but your body still needs to heal properly! *sending love* Also not ridiculous at all - caffeine is crazy addictive so two weeks is pretty impressive tbh! (cravings should start getting easier soon) And I've found that small changes at a time have helped me! no thinking about the end goal too much but rather enjoying the process of improving slowly? 🙈💖

Umm without giving too many personal details - crazy work busy but in a good way, home improvements underway (tiring) & maid of honour duties in full swing (all happy things obv but stressful in their own way) *I told you I'm a perfectionist right* 😭😆🙈😅🩷

[None of what I'm about to say is meant to cause any offence btw - you just made me genuinely wonder how I get over crushes semi-quickly and this is what I've realised]: I think it may be a self esteem issue tbh - cos no matter what kind of crushes I've had, I've never (and will never) put someone's wellbeing above my own? It's like that old plane metaphor of "you've got to put your own oxygen mask on first before you can help anyone else" so I honestly think the second you start putting YOU first, your feelings toward Jacky will inevitably change a bit? Because it's difficult to prioritise someone else when your thoughts are so focused on you and your own self improvements! 🥰💪🏻It may not be what you want/need right this very second but I do actually think it will happen for you one day! 💖 Your life is yours, not his 🩷

Forgot to reply to your 'no bday posts' yesterday - they for sure will be posting that shit on closed stories *tehe I'm not crying you are* 😆🤣🤣

Ooooh tigers messed up with players during covid howww?! 😬👀🫨

(also I need to know what dirt Anthony Watson has on giraffe because their relationship is jokesss) 😆😅

Cute pic 🥰

P.S really hope I haven't offended with anything I've said? 🙏🏻🩷

Yeah I feel a bit stuck and so my mind is a roundabound, so many improvements to make oulala ... good lord. Nurses said they worked well because scarS will be little.

Ooooh Nice !! Congrats on those it looks thrilling but also tedious.

No it doesn't sound patronizing don't worry, I mean my peeps told me "if it is the time for you to finally realize you need to stop doing it that it is now " because I wanted to go while I couldn't even walk properly. I STILL feel like I could have done it with loads of difficulties and would have been super sad at things going wrong along the way because I would have done a lot of efforts just to go.... I did lost some money in the process but was able to reschedule my hotels so at least there is that. I still need to write about what happened because even if I am okay now it still is an open wound as well. I still feel like the icon of that blog little smol bean kind of depressed. I want to rebirth almost and take all lightly and get back to back to my old self even perhaps retake my old username and give it all. It is gonna be difficult because I have based my identity on living with intensity and all is deep and final. When I want it to be in motion and to be light. I have looooooads of problems to fix starting with recognition. Validation by others. Idk where to start to be honnest but I do want the change. I cannot live that way anymore it hurts too much.

I feel super annoyed to know what is wrong without being able to fix it by myself only.

You are super right and it is not the first time you tell me that but if being self confident was easy to achieve I think the world would be indeed a better place.

I don't think they are that clever for closed stories I think you also see when it happens because it said this story isnt available. They have Whatsapp group and that awful bereal......... 🙄 that I never understood but sounds like a dream to have daily content. I dont even want to think about Snapchat.

They have been awful with wages management cutting money out of their players and big part in the decision of why Ellis left including his wife missing bristol.

I Guess it is better not to know some stuffs uh.... I hate To know it is gonna be sunday christmas party 😭😥😥😣 just to think about it 🤢

You did not, I am aware I may sound stupid crazy and obsessive sometimes.. I am not mental but I do know it seems insane to be that much intense. It is super difficult to quit on something / someone / a feeling that kept you alive for so long. I have seen that in him, my crutches like you said. Therefore when it happens to stick and you being so entitled with what make you feel real and good for even a moment...You are afraid that if you let go you will actually die. Better a little something even bad than nothing at all.

It is pretty egocentric as my intentions are not totally pure, if they were I would do anything for him to be happy including deleting my work if he was asking for it to be deleted or never to see him again if he wanted me to take distances but I am not sure I could do it totally. I do not know how to love properly, quietly. I am persuaded I am not a good person sometimes because good people know how not to be an embarassement for themselves and how to love correctly, polietly. I am a bit broken isnt? Am I crazy to you ? Or just lost ?

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chuluoyi · 5 months

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How I grinded, huh... Do you really want to know? 🫠 It's a painful process... So 400 from temple of Themis, 300 from his birthday puzzle thingy, 175 (If I rmb correctly) from the last level of Trials of Themis, 180 from 1 Achievement ( level up 20 skills to level 10), 50 from Achievement (upgrade Luke cards 100 times) + daily 60 for 3 days...

Right!! That's why I love childhood friends to lovers sm!!! And omg you find Vyn sus too?? So I'm not the only one after all 😭. And HELP Artem IS the perfect kind of man! Especially for Asian parents... My mum would probably go nuts if I had a bf like Artem...

And I totally agree, baby Sugu deserved sm better... He's actually the sweetest like I am still not over the way he calls 'Satoru' like this could be my ringtone and I wouldn't even care- 🫠🫠 volcano man 👎🏻👎🏻

Same man I pulled Venti cause I could make things fly HAHAHA Plus I just love that drunk little bard sm he's so funny and cute 🥹 HAHAHAH RIGHT Omg we just pull cause they're hot 😭😭 And like it's only after getting them then you realise "Oh he's not THAT good" but you tell yourself "It's fine he's hot".

Hoyo stuff just expensive in general.... 🫠🫠

And I wanna try too ngl but I think I'll wait till the next hottie pops up *heh* UNLESS Wrio is still having his banner then that's a different story 😁🥸

Yea... JJK season 2 really is just killing us internally... Your friends made the right choice! The only good thing is the Hidden Inventory arc when they were all happy and young and hot hshdhhd

I'm so glad you enjoy talking to meeee 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I also hope you'll never experience any drama... cause it CAN get quite messy.. And yeah I realised the JJK fandom can be quite scary.... I thought AOT was bad whew...

-🪩

….that’s quite a lot😭 YOU KNOW WHAT I MISSED THE BDAY THINGY EVEN THO I WAS SOOOO CLOSE🤧 upgrade the cards omg i’m so stellin broke i can’t even do that after levelling up the bakerlon card and the side story card😭

my roman empire is childhood friend and arranged marriage i swear pls someone write this up for me😫 add angst and i will be happy✌🏻 HAHAHA yeah i thought he was a bad guy at first i’m so sorry vyn lovers i didn’t mean to🥲 so truee!! asian moms are just so specific with their wishlist that make us just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

yessh🤧 like he’s so soft for gojo aaaa i want to write geto too sometime soon but i’m afraid i won’t do him justice so i might take more time to do his characterisation🥹 THE THUMBS DOWN AHAHHAHA

nevermind i barely have any primo i’m closing genshin😔 maybe sometime soon i’ll grind when i don’t have to do overtime *sigh* i must grind LUKE FIRST SJSJSJ i’m buying the monthly pass and now i have like 200 a chips

to me jjk ended after hidden inventory 💀 really i can’t even imagine how culling games would be after this bcs haaah🤧 what do we even see there?

right😭😭 it’s scary because i think most of the causes are actually nothing major but then it spiralled out into a full-blown discourse🤧 really?? in aot too? do you watch aot as well?

#i actually don’t watch aot #my bf does and that’s all he’s talking about these days🥹#—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🪩

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The Green Dress || Andrew Garfield

Boyfriend!Andrew Garfield x Fem!reader

Prompt: This was a special request from my best friend who was too shy to ask but I decided that I wanted to make her wish come true for her birthday since she has been recently thirsting for Andrew so I came to deliver her some fluffy spice of her mans along with some clearly obvious song references to Green Green Dress

Summary: Your getting ready for your one year anniversary with your boyfriend Andrew but he gets easily distracted by your green dress and one thing leads to another soon after...

TW: Fluff, Semi Smut, Established Relationship, Kissing/Making Out, Suggestive Adult Language/Allusion to having Sex, Playful Banter, Aftercare/Cuddles, Semi-Nudity

Word Count: 2,053

A/N: I had a lot of fun trying to fit in as many references to the lyrics in the song and over all I hope you enjoy it (you know who you are)! Happy bday and I hope its good enough for my poopy 2am writing attempt to make a quick little fic to quench your thirst.

You twirled around once more as you looked into the mirror admiring the deep green velvet dress that wrapped your body. It truly was such a lovely dress as the velvet seemed to hug your body in all the right places. The twenty buttons on the back that seemed to go straight down your spine were all perfectly aligned. The straps made it possible for the dress to well...carry the weight of your heavy chest. Your hands smoothed over the parts that seemed to fold just slightly, you wanted to look perfect for your date tonight. You had been texting back and forth with Andrew ever since he paid for your Starbucks coffee because you had foolishly forgotten your wallet that day and you desperately needed a coffee to get through the workday. Smiling at the thought as you remembered how you first met him and you glanced over at your alarm clock seeing that it was almost eight o’ clock. You certainly didn't want to be late and not for this date since today was a particularly special day, it was your one-year anniversary with him.

You leaned in close to the mirror ruffling up the waves in your hair and smiling to show your teeth to make sure there was no lipstick or food in them. Once satisfied with how you looked, you shimmied your way to get your high heels, and bending down slightly you slipped them onto each foot.

The doorbell rang exactly as the clock had struck eight and you smiled to yourself knowing Andrew was a stickler for being extremely punctual and on time literally everywhere he went. The man even got cranky if you both were one minute late, so once the both of you started dating you had to clean up your time management act. You rush over to the door spinning in the process and grabbing your clutch, your hand landing on the doorknob and you swing the door open. You are greeted by your boyfriend hiding his face behind a dozen roses and once he sees you he peeks his head out from the side and you could have sworn his jaw must have dropped just by how drop-dead gorgeous you looked.

"So what do you think?" Your brow raises as he looks starstruck and he looks as if he is frozen or maybe malfunctioning even.

"Oh man, what that green dress does to me," He says the words feeling so natural falling from his lips. He takes the liberty to step inside your apartment and he finally hands over the roses to you with a smile.

"Seriously though, I could just unwrap you right now. You look amazing." He says with a smile as you take the roses and hold them close to your chest.

"Why thank you babe. You don't look too shabby yourself," You give him a cheeky wink while you eye him up and down looking at how fitted his suit looked on him, it was also hugging him in all the right places just like your dress was.

"Let me put these in water real quick and then we will leave for our reservation." You say making your way to the kitchen to grab a vase and fill it with water.

The way you were bending down to grab the vase the dress pushing and pulling across your body it was clear that Andrew wasn't really able to hold back when he could see your silhouette from behind. His eyes counted all twenty buttons and how he wanted to slowly undo each one on you right now, leaving you completely exposed.

"Ah yeah, that's fine babe...," He almost stuttered, his voice trailing off as his eyes wandered over your body and followed your every move as you ripped open the plastic film around the roses and separated them as you dropped each one into the vase.

"Take your sweet time..." His neck even cocking to the side trying to get the best view of you from behind, he bit his lip trying to hold in all the thoughts running through his mind.

As you were oblivious to what he was thinking from across the room you kept carrying on the conversation like normal while looking and smelling each rose dropping them one by one in the vase.

"You know I was thinking after dinner maybe we can take a walk by the pier? You know how much I love it there and it reminds me of the times we used to just sit and talk by the beach. You remember?" You ask turning your neck to the side to talk to him over your shoulder.

"Mhmm yeah...of course I remember babe. Hey um, can I crack a window open? I need some fresh air like now." Making his way to one of the apartment windows he quickly fumbled to slide the window open as he feels like he is running out of breath just from looking at you like that.

"Yeah sure. Babe, are you not feeling well?" You ask with concern in your voice finishing as you put the last rose in and you grab the vase and walk it over to the dining table, setting it right in the middle. Your head looked up at him and he was already loosening up his tie and you could almost hear how hard he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

"Oh it's nothing, I'm fine. Are you ready to go, love?" His leg shook impatiently while his fingers seemed to fidget.

"Hmm, are you sure you're fine? Let me see-" You had walked over to him and attempted to press the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer instead, your body pressing against his.

"No need to check at all, It just felt a little bit hot in here. Don't ya think?" His words rushed while he questioned you, his hands holding you from moving too much and blocking your only way to walk out of his arms. Clearly, something was wrong and you were going to find out before you left the apartment.

"Andrew, for god sake you’re acting weird! What is wrong? Just tell me what you’re thinking babe." You ask looking up at him as you could feel his eyes on you and you knew that glare from anywhere.

"I-I-," He stuttered and paused for a moment looking at you once more, his gaze went back to focus on your dress.

"I'm sorry Y/N, it's the green dress..." He shamelessly admitted under his breath, whispering it almost and your brows furrowed in confusion while you steeped back and away from him, your hand on your hip.

"And what exactly is wrong with the dress Andrew? I thought you said I looked amazing?" Your tone of voice was clearly in utter shock yet confusion that something could be wrong with your dress when you carefully had picked it hoping he would really like it. Was it ugly and he just didn't want to tell you?

"Yes exactly! You look so amazing that I'm actually just shamelessly turned on right now! I literally forgot what was on my mind because I couldn't stop staring and I want to unbutton every single button on your dress, strip it off your body, and get in between your thighs to do god knows what else to you." His voice rose in volume with every confession of the ideas he had to do with your body, you didn't want to admit it but now that you knew what he was thinking, you started to become flushed, your face turning red at the thought.

"Oh...so that's what the green dress does to you?" You question doing a slow spin for him as your hands caressed your body seducing and enticing him all at once. Your fingers pass over your curves and squeeze them through the fabric of your dress.

His eyes were wandering again except this time he acted on instinct walking over to you without hesitation and his hands quickly found their way to grip your waist. He immediately pulled you closer in one swift movement and you fell right into his arms, your hands finding the nape of his neck and your fingers raking themselves through his hair. Your breath hitched at how fast he moved his one hand to cup your cheek and bring you into a passionate kiss. The way his lips moved against yours it was clear that this man was hungry and it wasn't for food, it was for you. Your lips were locked with his, tounges pushing and pulling against each other as a small moan had slipped out of your mouth the more he kept pulling you in. Running out of breath you pull away slowly, biting your bottom lip as his forehead leaned against yours.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" You say in between heavy breaths your hands made their way back to his chest, resting there as you needed a minute to recollect yourself.

"Cancel the dinner. We are ordering take-out." He said without a hitch at all, almost as if it was a command.

"Now how about you show me what you were talking about when you said you wanted to be in between my thighs." A small smirk grew on your face as he just crashed his lips back into yours.

His hands slid down to your waist once again as his fingers embedded themselves in the velvet of your dress and he slowly but surely hiked up the fabric just enough for his hands to wander underneath. A gasp had escaped your lips in between sloppy kisses you felt his hands squeeze your ass as if signaling for you to jump up and you certainly did what you were told. Without breaking the kiss what so ever you looped your arms around his neck as you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist and he walked the both of you in the direction to your bedroom.

A couple of hours later...

You peek over the edge of the bed, your body naked and rolling around in the fabric of your sheets smiling at the now discarded green dress that laid on the floor. Who knew what the power of a green dress had on your boyfriend.

"Well, clearly by the looks of it I need to start buying more green dresses if this is how it's going to go every time I wear one." You say rolling over to look at your boyfriend who had the worst case of bedhead but still with that goofy little smile of his on his face.

"What can I say? The green dress just sparked something in me," A smug smirk on his face as his hand cupped your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he looked you in the eyes and was just admiring your beauty.

"You really did look absolutely stunning, love." His smirk turned into a smile as his hand had met yours and his fingers intertwined with yours.

"You also looked very dashing, I will admit that."

"Happy one year my love and I hope for many more to come." His lips kiss the back of your hand gently and he peppers kiss all the way up your arm, pulling you slowly closer to his side of the bed as his nose seemed to nuzzle into your neck kissing softly the sensitive spot of skin that he had left his mark on early.

Your hand cradled his head closer to you as he seemed to be nestling into your side and holding you close as the both of you cuddled in bed together patiently waiting for Chinese take-out to arrive at your door. Your fingers slowly traced patterns into his scalp as he lifted his head up slowly from your neck and his nose nuzzling and touching yours as his face came closer to yours.

"Happy one year babe and I also hope for many more years to come and maybe a few more green dresses along the way." You say with a chuckle as the both of you laughed at the thought and your lips had found his, slowly and tenderly kissing him as you wanted to enjoy every single moment with him and you hoped for many more just like this in the near future.

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Red Light || Tom Holland Smut

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Stripper!Reader (p.s. If mob!Tom isn’t your thing, you can still read this. It is never explicitly confirmed that he is a mob/criminal. Only implied once/speculated. He can be any kind of millionaire!Tom you want to imagine!)

Summary: Every night there are a variety of customers. But this night is different. As you’re doing your usual dance routine, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while, and he is looking back at you, his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights. Who is this man and why do you feel this way? It’s almost like you’re doing this dance for him and his eyes only.

Word count: 12.2k

Warnings: drinking, smoking, smut, soft!dom!tom, guided female masturbation, edging/one little orgasm denial, oral (female + male receiving), fingering, spanking, ring kink (is there even such a thing?), multiple orgasms, squirting, slight choking, mirror sex, exhibitionism, cum play + swallowing. She also sucks on his fingers a lot, but it's me, so is that even a surprise? Explicit smut - minors dni.

Notes: This is the longest and dirtiest fic I ever wrote! After a loooong break it is finally here! I had so much fun writing this story and I hope you will enjoy reading it. I feel like I talked to so many people about this fic and I want to thank everyone for supporting me! First of all, thanks to everyone who liked and reached out to me after I sent that ask to @duskholland. I had no intention of writing it, but after all the feedback, I had to do it! Biggest thank you ever goes to miss impulsive gemini aka @sinisterspidey for editing this and beta reading it! You're a boss, chlo! Another big one goes to my bday girl @worldoftom who helped me with editing and HYPED me up to finally post this. Also, lovely @hypnotized-so-mesmerized and @nowayhomeparker for jumping in with a few ideas. I hope you'll enjoy reading it! Please let me know what you think, I am vvvv excited to read your comments!

♡ Ily and happy reading ♡

“Are you nervous?” Your friend and coworker Natalie asks. You’re sitting in front of the large vanity mirror, LED lights showering you with brightness. This is probably your favorite part of the night - putting your makeup on in the right places, transforming into someone else for an evening. But, no matter how much you love doing this, going up on that stage makes your heartbeat rampant. You just smile at her, trying to hide the fact that indeed you are nervous.

“You’re going to be amazing.” She tightens her arms around you, leaving a trace of her glitter on your body. You watch her as she starts removing her wig, humming to the barely audible music from the stage. You’re the newest addition to the current setup, so everyone is being especially nice to you, always asking you if everything’s okay, offering help whenever you need it.

You don’t exactly hate your job.

Sure, it isn’t something that you ever thought you’d do, but here you are, trying to smear the right amount of highlighter over your chest and shoulders. Since backstage was a bit too crowded, you put on your headphones and play the song you’re about to dance to help you relax in the process. After six months, you still get a little nervous before going on that stage. Even though your coworkers often say there’s no reason for it, customers are either too drunk or too thrilled to see you and enjoy your talent. Still, you can’t control your nerves and you need music to stay calm. And sometimes you like to go through the dance routine again before going on stage.

Yes, your dream has always been to be a dancer. You've been showing talent since you were little. Some would say that you first started dancing, and then began walking. However, when you finally started dancing professionally, you never believed that you would do it without clothes. On the pole. In a strip club.

The salary is good. Customers are mostly decent. When, in rare cases, they aren’t, you can always count on the help of the security. You see this job as something temporary, until a better opportunity arises.

The club you work in is extremely popular. The owner made quite a reputation for himself and his club, so people from all parts of London often come to visit the famous “Cherry on Top”. All of the dancers have their own ‘thing’. You’re all shiny, oily, and sexy, and yet every one of you have your own flair. Ruby, who you’re the closest with, is on stage at the moment. She’s best known for her impressive pole skills. You witness her muscular arms holding her entire body on the pole, swinging and swaying. She was the first one who accepted you into the club and offered to give you some tips about pole dancing and flirting with customers.

Once she’s done with her routine, it’s up to you. You watch her collect the money from the floor, thanking the audience and running backstage.

As she passes by you, she whispers, “show them what they came for”, before running off with a wink.

Being the only professionally-trained dancer in the current setup, you made a name for yourself fairly quickly. Everyone already knows that they can expect a great show from you. You don’t only display your body, but also your talent. Or at least that's what you tell yourself. The owner of the club recognized your talent and enthusiasm and made you his main star.

You try to always put on a great show for your audience. Every Thursday night is your night - it’s the night when you do your routine for the first time. And then, you do the same the following Friday and Saturday nights. This time, you picked a rather unconventional outfit for a strip club.

You decide to start dancing wearing a suit. Under your loose-fitted black suit, you’re wearing the tiniest pair of lingerie, with jewels and matching pasties for your breasts. Getting naked in front of an audience was a bit odd at first, but you’re used to it by now. The owner of the club has strict rules and lots of security so you and the girls always feel safe. If someone is causing trouble or tries something that you aren’t comfortable with, all you need to do is to give a quick nod to the security and that guy will be out of the club in the next few seconds.

As you’re finally getting ready to get on the stage, you wink at Tuwaine, the security guy working today. He stands next to the stage, watching carefully over all of the customers, making sure everything is right and stays right throughout the night. You walk slowly up the few stairs until you’re finally on the stage. Just a few seconds ago, Tuwaine set up a chair in the middle of the stage. It’s not unusual for you to use props while dancing, but you’ve been excited for this routine for the entire week. You spot Ruby and Natalie at the bar, giving you thumbs up and cheering for you. They never miss your performances.

The lights are off and once you hear the first beat of the song, you take your place on stage and wait for the lights to come back. You stand in the center of the stage, keeping both hands raised above your head. The chair stands next to you with one of your legs on it, while you stand firmly on the floor with the other.

With the first ray of pink and purple lights you start moving, seductively swaying your hips, but only lightly at first. At the same time, you slowly move your right hand across your left one all the way down to your shoulders.

As soon as the lights are completely on, your movements become more noticeable, stronger and more precise. You drag your right hand over the entire length of the leg that is on the chair. You finally move and strut provocatively behind the chair and caress the back of it with your hands while checking the crowd.

The first piece of clothing you throw away is your hat and you throw it at a table where several young men are, one of them obviously having a bachelor party. You wink at him and turn back to the center of the podium.

You get out of your suit jacket and since your eyes are now finally used to the bright lights you take a moment to look a bit through the crowd. You’re so used to doing this every week, so that you don’t even miss a beat now while exploring the faces of visitors.

Your dancing consists of lots of seductive movements--grinding on the pole, provocative thrusts with your hips, and lots of you touching your body. You want the audience to imagine their hands instead of your own. You love to be in touch with your body, to use your every little move to your advantage. While other dancers usually pick popular hip hop and trap songs, your taste is a bit different. You prefer dancing to softer, slower, more sensual tunes.

There is something about all that attention that you get when you are on stage--being the only thing that the sea of watching eyes is focusing on. Controlling them with your moves. Listening to gasps, moans, and applauses every time you peel off another layer of your clothes. The thought of being their fantasy, the center of their desire, excites you.

The room’s filled with guys, and sometimes girls, too. Every night there are a variety of customers. Businessmen, tech nerds, college boys, bachelorettes, middle-aged men who bring their sons, middle-aged men who want some fun, older guys, younger guys, politicians, celebrities, but also your neighbors. This night isn’t any different.

You recognize some familiar faces, the usual customers who are there almost every night. You nod to Gary, the nice guy who brings you flowers and offers to walk you home every night after you’re done with work. He never tried anything, and he never even paid for a private booth with you. He only brings you flowers and sometimes cards for your birthday or holidays.

Just as you are about to turn around and sit on the chair, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while. He’s sitting at the table behind Gary’s, while pink, purple, and blue lights illuminate him. And he’s looking at you. Once your eyes finally lock, he gives you the cutest smile. He’s wearing a black suit with a light blue shirt underneath, slightly unbuttoned to put his perfect chest on display. You quickly turn around, trying to hide the smile that he most certainly caused. It is not unusual for you to find someone cute in the audience, but this guy is truly something else. From the moment you saw him your heart started drumming and it’s no longer in sync with music. It’s beating faster, doing it’s own thing.

You slowly take off the lower part of the suit, and the cheering of the customers becomes so loud that it emphasizes the music. You sit on the chair and turn towards them and smile as soon as you make eye contact with any of the customers. But still, your smile is most sincere when it meets his honey-colored eyes. You can't describe exactly what attracts you to him so much and why you can't look away.

Is it because of his beautiful face, piercing eyes, or lips that are twisted into the most seductive smile? Is it because of the fact that he sits so casually, and again so masculine, strong, dominant? He is not sitting alone, and there are a couple of other young men at the table with him, two of them that look so much like him and another blonde sitting closest to him. But none of them radiate the same energy as him.

You have to remind yourself, again and again, that you have to dedicate your attention to other customers and take your eyes off of him. At that moment, you are only in a white shirt, and as you reveal one of your shoulders, you hear more and more sighs from the audience. The bottom of your shirt flares enough for all of them to see your shiny pink thong. The dance floor is already flooded with money, but they keep throwing you some more.

You slowly unbutton one shirt at a time and once again look at the mystery hot guy. As you do this, your hips move to the beat of the music and the speed at which you unbutton follows the rhythm. He can't take his eyes off you, as his eyes follow your hands like a magnet. And that's why you decide to tease him. You slowly move your hands from the already unbuttoned shirt and run them along the inside of your thighs. Spreading your legs apart and running your hands painfully slowly over your heat you can see him licking his lips, eyes glued on you. It’s almost like his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights.

You play with the hem of your underwear, teasing the audience, but more so teasing him. He now has a fist in front of his mouth, squeezing it tight, so tight his knuckles are turning white. As much as this teasing is fun, it is that part of the song when you go up on the pole. You get off of the chair and finally take off your shirt.

As you throw away your shirt, you stand next to the pole taking your position and get ready to hop on it. The men howl at the sight of you clasping both of your legs around the pole and grinding upwards using the strength in your upper arms. Once you get high enough, you unclasp your legs from the pole and start slowly swinging back down, holding yourself with both of your hands.

Quickly, you hook your right leg over the pole and hold it tight with your thigh muscle, releasing both of your hands from the pole, and using all of your strength to keep yourself on the pole with just your leg muscles. It took you some time to master the art of pole dancing. You still considered yourself a beginner, but it was fun. It brought more tips.

And now, it’s time for the big move--you’re supposed to turn upside down, hook your right arm over the pole and do a split. It’s a move you kept practicing with Ruby for the past few weeks and now you finally decide to try it. Turning upside down is easy; the harder part is doing a split from this position. In that moment your eyes wander to the mystery cutie and his eyes haven’t left your body, not even for a second. As your legs start spreading apart, his head is slowly moving forward, he’s totally lost in you, watching you in awe with his mouth slightly open.

Almost perfectly synchronized with your legs, his body leans forward. When you finally do the whole split, you notice an almost proud smile on his face. Who is this man and why do you feel this way? It’s almost like you’re doing this dance only for him and his eyes only.

When you're done with the pole portion of your routine, you slide down, grinding your ass on it. You smirk at all the bills the customers keep throwing at you. You lean your back against a cold, metal pole and start grinding your ass up and down. Almost everyone in the club is cheering for you, but he’s the only one you care about, the only one you’re looking at.

And you’re also the center of his attention. The boys around him are talking but he’s not leaving you out of his sight. He brings one of his hands to his shirt, unbuttoning it a bit more and you notice the rings he has on his fingers. You run your hands up and down your body, while grinding, imagining your hands were his and the pole behind you was his lap.

Your song is almost over, so now it's time for the grand finale. You get up from kneeling next to the pole and strut your way a bit closer to the group of excited men in the front row. You turn around, bend over a bit, and slowly run your hands over your butt cheeks. You move your hands over your hips, waist, all the way to your shoulders. With an innocent expression you turn your head around to face them as you tug your bra strap. And with a faux surprised look on your face you do the same thing with the other strap.

Everyone in the room is howling now, and you finally unclasp your bra and throw it away in the crowd. You can’t help but smile at their reaction. No matter how many nights you do this, that feeling never goes away.

You turn around to face them now, and the first person you look for is the mystery guy. His eyes are now glued to your exposed breasts, only covered by two glitter pasties. He looks up to you and genuinely smiles, with an open mouth, his tongue slightly peeking from the edge of his lips. And then he does the hottest thing you’ve seen in a while--subtly, he tilts his head a bit, and burns through you with his eyes. The right corner of his mouth twitches and moves upwards, forming a devilish smirk. He nods at you, so fast and subtle that if you blinked you would’ve missed it.

You slowly get lower until you are on all fours, face down, ass up, twerking to the sound of beat. You smile to the guys around you, but you can’t help but feel a bit sad because you can no longer see the one you care about the most. Since the song will be over in a couple of seconds, you do another split, this time on the floor, close to your audience. You pick some money from the floor and throw it all over your head.

Slowly, the lights go off and you wait for the stage lights to completely shut down on you and rush backstage, trying not to drop any tips that you collected while dancing. You try to take one last look at the mystery hot guy, but the people around you are standing up, chatting, moving around, or dancing. The little wave of sadness rushes over you and you feel a slight embarrassment in hoping that he’d be waiting for you, cheering for you, or something else.

♡♡♡

After your performance, you quickly change into something more decent and hurry to get out to the bar for a few drinks. Or, to be completely honest, look for the curly haired guy. It’s not like you plan to do anything with him, you just want to look at him a bit more, admire his pretty face and his smile.

Unfortunately, you can’t find him. Your eyes travel from one part of the room to the other, but he is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, superstar!” You can hear Ruby waving at you and inviting you to join her and Natalie at the bar.

“That was so hot! I got turned on, can’t even imagine how these wankers were feeling,” you hear Natalie from behind and, judging by the way she is hanging around your neck, she’s a bit tipsy.

“Thanks, turning you on was my main intention.” You and Ruby smile at her and order your drink while listening to Natalie gushing about Tuwaine, speaking about how sexy and beautiful he is. She always does this, speaking more to herself, every night after she gets a bit drunk. They have some sort of friends with-benefits, complicated relationship, and you know way too many details about it --way more than you want.

You just roll your eyes at Natalie giving him heart eyes and whisper to Ruby, “Uhm, did you, by any case, notice a ver…”

“OMG, here he comes, I can’t talk to that arsehole right now!” Natalie practically screams near your ear and leaves the two of you confused. Once Tuwaine approaches you, her behavior suddenly becomes clear.

“What was that?” he asks, “Nevermind, Y/N, someone asked for a private booth with you. You have ten minutes to get ready. Don’t kill the messenger.”

“What? Fuck, I told the boss I want to stop doing that.” You aren’t very fond of private booths. It’s one thing to be on stage, distanced from everyone, enjoying yourself and flirting with them while dancing. You don’t even mind occasionally strolling through the audience and making small talk with the customers. But being face-to-face with a customer always makes you nervous. The rules are strict – no touching, no kissing, and absolutely, in no circumstances, any kind of sex. And you’re thankful for those rules. Every booth even has a camera installed, something else you like.

“Yeah, he knows, but this is a very important client and he asked specifically for you.” You’re left confused and drain your drink before you go get ready.

“Who is that client anyways?” You ask while coughing a bit since the shot you just drank was a bit too strong.

“Someone from the Holland family.”

“From what?” You ask, having no idea who they are talking about.

“Oh my God, THE Hollands?” Ruby almost spills her drink all over her once hears the name.

“Who are the Hollands?” You are still clueless, but from the look on Ruby’s eyes, you’re the only one in the room who doesn’t know who the Hollands are.

“I can’t believe you don’t know who they are; they own, like, all of London. No one knows how they got so rich--probably some illegal stuff involved. Dad and four sons. I had no idea they’re here. Oh my God, please be safe, they might be dangerous.”

“I’m a big girl, Ru, I can take care of myself. But thanks. If anything goes wrong, I can count on this guy anytime.” You throw your hand over Tuwaine’s shoulders. You really have a genuine friendship, and whenever it’s his shift, you feel more safe.

“Yeah, yeah, but you better hurry up.”

“I am, I am, thanks T.” The last thing you want right now is to go and dance for some stranger, and especially not for some fishy millionaire. You’re tired and you want to spend some time with your friends and get a couple of drinks. As you walk backstage to change your clothing, you can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed over the fact that just a few minutes ago you were looking for a cute guy who watched you dancing. What were you even thinking could happen? The owner of the club is always very clear - no sleeping with customers, not even after the show. He doesn’t want any allegations or anyone to think that his girls are up for anything other than dancing.

You put a pink wig on your head and pick a baby pink lace thong and a bra with rhinestones on it and rhinestone fringes falling from the bra cups all the way down to your thighs. You add a little lacy garter on your right thigh, and opt for a pair of five inch heels. After one last look in the mirror, you finally feel pleased with the way you look, and start walking towards the area with the private booths. Just as the name `private` says, the area is separate from the rest of the club. The club has six private booths, and almost all of them are always occupied. You nod to the security guy waiting in the hall, and get inside the booth where you’re supposed to be for the next fifteen minutes.

Every booth looks the same--round room with mirrors instead of walls, bordered with leather red furniture. A mini round white dance floor with a pole is located in the middle of the room, and it’s surrounded by the red couch. The lights are dimmed, and red, black and white colors dominate the room.

At first, you can’t see the face of the guy sitting in the center of the room. You can only trace the silhouette of his spread legs. The first thing you notice is his hands, holding the glass of whiskey. There are rings on his fingers and you’re sure you’ve seen them already. Once you’re close enough and you can clearly see his face, you recognize him right away. It takes you a lot to hide your smile, but you probably didn’t do a good job hiding since the first words he tells you are.

“Were you expecting someone else?” His voice sounds even hotter than you could ever imagine, mixed with soft R&B music that is pulsating lightly in the background.

“No one other than you, baby boy.” This is a line you used a lot before, but for the first time in a while you’re actually thinking it. He chuckles at your remark, still wearing that cocky smirk on his face.

You can’t believe that you’re face to face with him now. And that you’re about to dance for his eyes only. You get up on the dance floor and now you’re standing above him. Just looking down at him turns you on so much. You start swaying your hips to the beat, not breaking eye contact with him. He brings his cigar next to his mouth and your eyes are following his every move. The way his jawline tenses while he inhales the smoke drives you crazy.

“How long have you been working here?” he asks, smoke coming out of his mouth and his voice sounding a bit raspier thanks to it.

“Six months.” Usually, you don’t answer personal questions, but there's something about him that makes you open up to him. It’s not just his looks. It’s the way he is sitting, looking, and talking to you. It makes you a bit nervous, vulnerable, but also excited.

“I used to come here more often, can’t believe I never saw you before.”

“Well, you’re seeing a lot of me now,” you wink and turn around. He can now watch your barely covered ass, but you can still see his face on the mirrors around you. And his eyes follow your every move like he’s hypnotized.

“What are the rules now? I haven’t been here in a while.”

“No touching, no kissing, no fucking. Just watching.” You say, as you slowly sway around the pole.

“You can undress, right?” He asks, his eyes lingering on you.

“Yes. Do you want me to?” You grab one of your bra straps, and pray he’ll say yes.

“Not yet. Can I ask you something while you dance?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be honest?” You start moving up and down the pole, now facing him and your back pressed to the pole.

“Anything for you, baby boy,” you wink at him and try to seem as calm and collected as possible. Everything inside you is burning now, palms sweating and legs shaking. You still cannot believe you’re one-on-one with the most beautiful guy you ever saw. And by the glint behind his honey eyes, he is just as infatuated with you. You can feel yourself getting turned on from dancing and from him.

He sits comfortably on the huge bed. His legs are spread, and between them his hand holds a glass of whiskey. You watch the way he brings it up to his mouth, the way his lips spread and the peek of his light pink, wet tongue. You can't help but imagine how much better his tongue would feel on your ass, instead of this cold metal.

“What’s your name?” he finally asks, once he gulps one big sip of whiskey, not even a little twitch in his eyes after swallowing the bitter beverage.

“Oh straight for the hard questions. My name is Destiny,” you smile and he smiles back. It catches you a little bit off guard how much his face softens once he smiles.

“Okay, let’s try this again. Hi, my name is Tom, what’s your name?”

“Hi Tom, my name is Cherry,” you get on all of your fours now, crawling towards him. You stop once you get to the edge of the dance floor, waiting for his next move. Tom lifts up from his seat and leans closer to you, now only inches apart from your face. All of your senses immediately focus on his perfume. He smells sharp, warm and sexy, like vanilla mixed with cigarettes. Not breaking eye contact with you, he reaches for his back pocket, takes a bill and rolls it.

“How about now?” he asks and brings the rolled bill next to your face. Since you’re still on your fours, the only way you can get your tip is if you take it with your mouth. Slowly, you open your mouth and take the bill from his hands. While you do that, you gaze into his eyes and notice the way they get darker, more lustful as you remove the money from his fingers with your teeth.

In a split second it almost seems like he starts leaning forward, like he wants to kiss you, but you quickly hop on your knees and stand up.

“Harmony,” you say as you pull the bill out of your mouth and hook it under the thong, “or Doll, or Spice, or…”

“Fine, fine, I get it.” He says, now sitting back like he used to. “I’m sorry if I crossed any lines, I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’ve never seen you before.”

“Thank you, Tom. This might be your lucky night.” You try to tease him, but you’re still thinking about how sweet he seemed as he apologised. For a supposed extremely wealthy criminal millionaire, he is way too kind. And that turns you on even more.

You wrap your hands around the pole and start swinging, performing your usual routine. And for a few minutes he just sits there and watches you. For the entire time you’ve been in the booth with him, he always had his full attention on you. Tom watches your every curve, every move, every gesture. You reach to remove your bra, and with a slight nod, he gives you the approval to do so.

Once again you’re naked in front of him, his eyes leave yours and your nipples become the center of their attention. They’re so hard for him that it almost hurts. He can now clearly see how turned on he’s got you, and a smirk lingers on his face.

You tease him a bit more and run your hands over your breasts, fingers gently caressing your nipples and slightly pinching them. Tom shakes his head and whispers something to himself. The music is a bit too loud for you to decipher; the only word you can hear is “fuck”. Which, coincidentally, is exactly what you want him to do to you right now. He takes one big smoke of his cigar and runs his long fingers over his thighs, silver and gold rings shining under the low lights. The pants he wears are so tight that you can see the way every muscle on his leg flexes to the rhythm of your dancing.

Your hands travel down to your thigh and just as you grab the garter, you hear him say, “Leave that on.” And you do as he tells you.

“Do you like working here?” he asks and now you sit on the edge of the dancefloor. You spread your legs a bit, just to tease him. You’re still positioned slightly higher than him, so that his face is now on the same level as your core.

“Yes. Do you like doing whatever you do?” You decide to play his game. No matter how much your friends warned you about him, somehow you feel safe enough to ask him that.

“Actually, no. My turn now, have you ever desired a customer?”

“Yes.” And you spread your legs a bit wider as you tell him that.

“Am I one of those customers?” Tom is once again too close to you, looking up at you with a devilish smile.

“You really want to know that?”

“I’m dying to know that,” and the smirk is now gone, he is playfully smiling at you, lighting the entire room as he does that.

“And why would you like to know that, huh? Does the thought of me getting wetter and wetter and touching myself while thinking about you turn you on?”

“What if I tell you that it does?” He leans so close to you, you can almost feel his breath on your inner thighs.

“In that case, my answer is maybe, but maybe not.” You enjoy playing this game with him way too much. And you are fully aware how dangerous everything is, but you just can’t stop flirting with him. The thought of him being turned on by you, the way he moves his hands over his legs, adjusting his shirt, the way his chain moves up and down as he is breathing, everything exhilarates you. You never behave like this with other customers. There was something about Tom, some magnetic force that keeps pulling you to him, from the moment you first saw him.

You can’t decide if it is his smile, his hands, his chest or the way his fingers kept holding and playing with the cigar, drawing all of your attention to them. Or maybe it’s about his innocent eyes and the fact that they are so contrary to his wicked smirk and sinful words coming out of those pretty pink lips.

You are in trouble, you can tell right away, but you love it.

“Can you do one thing for me?” he asks, finally breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Of course.”

“Can you do one of those splits like you did on the stage?” He asks so innocently, yet so demanding.

“Yes,” you say and you spread your legs wide, sitting on the edge of the improvised dance floor waiting for his next move. He takes one big gulp of his whiskey, a little drop coming down on his chin and dripping on his bare chest. He doesn’t even bother to wipe it off, just licks the excess from his lips with his wide, pink, skilled tongue. You can't stop looking at that wet spot on his chest, traveling down to the unbuttoned area of his chest. At one point you even feel a bit jealous of that drop, since it can explore his body the way you never could.

“Show me.” Tom doesn’t have to tell you what he wants to see. It feels like you can read his body language perfectly. You do what you’re told. You grab your panties and pull them slightly to the side, exposing yourself completely in front of him. It’s surprising, even to you how wet you actually are. This never happens to you, so you can’t help but smile to yourself. As you move your panties to the side, you lightly brush your clit with your fingertips and your legs twitch. You let out a soft moan but quickly manage to keep your cool.

You are dying for him to touch you, to do anything to you, but you know damn well it’sagainst the rules. You can’t even bring him home after work, because that can put a bad reputation on the club and the last thing you want right now is to lose your job.

“You have no idea how much I want to taste you.” he mutters. The thought of him tasting you brings shivers to your spine.

“Unfortunately, if you do that I might call security.”

“And what if you don’t?” Tom answers almost mechanically, not even fully listening to you, his eyes completely lost in your pulsating cunt.

“See this little red dot on the ceiling,” you say and finally pull your panties back in their place, covering yourself. He looks up, “That’s a camera over there. So if you lay even one finger on me, the security will come bursting in here.”

“I think that is the last thing we both want, right pretty girl?”

“So you better behave yourself, Mr. Holland.” Tom raises his eyebrow the moment he hears his last name coming out of your lips. In that moment you realize that he never actually told you his full name. You felt your heart drumming a little bit faster in your chest. You’re wondering if you crossed any lines with your last sentence.

“Don’t you think that it’s quite unfair how you know my full name and yet I know nothing about you?” He teases, while adjusting and rolling up his sleeves a little bit. You feel an instant wave of relief mixed with joy.

“I can’t give you my name, but I can give you a lap dance instead.” You offer, daring him with your eyes to say yes.

“Only if you want to,” and you do. You can’t even begin to explain how much you want to grind on him, feel him under you, tease him, play with him and drive him crazy. You don’t tell him anything, you just stand up and start walking towards him.

You turn around and steadily start winding your hips and getting lower, until you can feel his thighs on your heat. The only thing you’re wearing right now is a tiny pink thong, which is more than revealing. He can see everything and you decide to use that in your advantage.

You keep switching your moves, swaying to the rhythm, leaning forward so that he could see your entire behind. Fortunately for you the room has mirrored walls so you can see his face for the entire time, even now, when you’re not facing him. He is leaning back on the bed, his eyes completely lost in your body, observing your every move. Whenever you lean forward and reveal more of your ass, you feel his thigh twitch and flex under you. And oh, does that feel good. You’re trying really hard to grind on his thigh and to do that subtly. You’re desperately trying to get some friction, some release and motion.

It’s undeniable that you’re turned on right now. You don’t even care that he can obviously tell that as well, since you can feel the wet traces you’re leaving on his thigh. The music is quietly murmuring through the speakers as you move your body perfectly in sync with the beat. Suddenly you feel something cold, a strange, sharp object running up and down your spine. At first you think it must be your nerves, but once you feel it again, you turn around to face him.

“You know I said no touching?”

“I am not touching you, gorgeous,” Tom says and he brings his hands forward, right above your thighs. He brings the back of his hands so close to both of your thighs but his skin is not touching yours. There isn’t any skin to skin contact, the only thing touching you are his large rings. And he runs his hands like that all over your inner thighs, the cold metal making your skin melt. You feel goosebumps as you watch his hands in awe. His fingers are long, bony with a few tiny veins popping on them. As he moves you manage to notice his bruised knuckles and those make his hands looking even more captivating.

“Are those for me?” He asks and you twitch a little, you didn’t expect him to talk, you got so lost in your thoughts about his fingers on you. Inside of you.

“Sorry, what?” You ask and finally turn your whole body, straddling him completely with just a few inches between your faces.

“The wet traces you left all over my thighs? Are those for me?”

“Yes,” you say as you watch a proud grim appearing on his face. It is too late to pull back now, even though you have no idea what he’ll do next.

He keeps his hands next to his body but you can see the way his biceps is tensing through his thin shirt. He wants to touch you just as much as you want him to do so.

“Also, about that question you have been dying to know the answer…” you say and notice the way he furrows his eyebrows while waiting for what you have to say next, “the answer is yes.”

His eyes are now completely lost on your lips. He swipes his tongue over his pink, chapped lips and leans in. Instinctively you lean forward as well. You feel his nose brushing over yours and you close your eyes, completely forgetting where you are and that you are in a club and that he is just a customer. You pull back a little once you’re aware of that and hear him whisper on your lips. “Wait here one second for me, okay?”

You nod and stand up so that he can move. He furiously storms out of the booth, not even turning back, and you have a sinking feeling in your stomach. Did you do something wrong? Nervously waiting for him or for anyone to come back, you start walking from one corner of the room to the other.

After what feels like forever, you grab your bra and start to untangle the little jewels and beads. Maybe you’re a fool for trusting him and revealing way too much, but you decide to get dressed and look for him. Just as you finally untangle the last bead, you can hear someone walking inside the booth.

“Hey, I was just about to…” and you can’t even finish your sentence, as he interrupts you with his lips. Crashing them into yours, finally.

You never experienced a first kiss like this. He isn’t going slow or taking his time. He presses his lips hard on yours, not wasting any second now. Almost instantly he flicks his tongue over your lips and you part them, letting him in. The moment his tongue touches yours you can taste the alcohol mixed with mint. His tongue feels soft and warm as it eagerly glides over yours.

You’re so focused on his tongue and his lips that you haven’t even noticed that his hands are now all over your exposed back. His hands are cold, almost as cold as those rings felt on your skin. It’s such a sharp contrast between his warm tongue and his cold hands. As they trail down to your ass and squeeze it lightly you moan into his mouth. It’s almost like the sound of that moan was your call back to sanity and you pull away from him immediately.

“We can’t, I might lose my job, the owner will be so mad at me,” you blurt this all out while trying to catch your breath.

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” Tom says and you blink at him, still not fully understanding what he’s trying to tell you. You open your mouth, trying to come up with the next question and he gives you the answer before you can even ask him. “You work for me now, I just bought the club.” He doesn’t even flinch when he tells you that. You smile at first, thinking that he must be joking but the more you stare at his dead serious face the more you are convinced that he actually did buy the entire club because of you. Just for you.

“Fuck…” is the only thing you can say before you crash your lips onto his now. You can finally touch him and you do that carefully, dragging your palms over his jawline and delicately placing your fingers onto his soft hair. His hair feels so soft under your touch, almost as soft as his tongue. You still cannot believe that you’re kissing the hot guy who you were eye-fucking with just an hour ago, so you open your eyes just to make sure that this is all real. And it’s almost like he felt what you did, so he opens his eyes, too. You smile at this and break the kiss.

“What?” Tom asks, stealing a little peck while he waits for your answer.

“Nothing,” you smile, running your hands up and down his while he is holding you by your waist.

“You want this, right?”

“Yes,” you put your lips on his and moan into his mouth and bite his bottom lip. As you start kissing him again, your hands travel down to his shirt. Without breaking the kiss your fingers start working quickly to remove his shirt. Once he’s out of his shirt you can see the way his chiseled abs are moving up and down as he is breathing. You trace your finger over his chest all the way down to his abs and he leaves a small moan into your mouth.

As he breaks the kiss, he throws his shirt on the floor and starts sucking on your neck, leaving cold wet traces underneath your ear. He has no problems finding your sweet spot and sucking on it even harder. There will most definitely be a mark, but at this point, you don’t even care.

Your hands move to his zipper, but he stops you.

“Turn around, take off your panties and bend over while you’re doing it.” He tells you sternly, and you just nod in response.

You turn around and grab the waistband of your panties and start pulling them down slowly, revealing more and more of you. They’re soaked with your wetness, and as cold air hits you down there you start clenching at nothing. You take one look at Tom and throw your panties at him. You want to catch him off guard, but he somehow manages to catch them. He doesn’t even look at them, just quickly puts them in his pocket.

“I want you to touch yourself, just like you would later while thinking about me.”

“And what makes you think I’d do that?” You turn around to face him and chuckle.

“I saw the way you were looking at me while you were dancing over there, princess. Also, I have this as proof,” and he points to his pocket, where he put your panties.

You spread your legs and lay on the dance floor. Taking your time, you move one of your hands slowly over your breasts. You try to maintain eye contact with him while running your fingers up and down your stomach. Almost involuntarily you start clenching and you can feel your belly tensing under your fingers. Tom looks so hot, sitting down, taking one more sip of whiskey, shirtless, the only thing he has on his upper body being his silver chain. You were naked in front of him for the majority of this evening and yet he is once again too lost in you. If you thought you had him wrapped around your fingers while you were dancing, you were wrong. Now it almost feels like you’re hypnotizing him with his movements. You can swear he even stopped breathing, waiting for you to finally start touching yourself down there.

You take a lot of time to finally get your fingertips where he wants them. You can’t help but look over at his chest, his glowy skin as you’re running your fingers over your own. Still, you’re not touching yourself, you’re just running fingers over your folds, slightly spreading them so he can have the better view of you entirely. You’re so turned on that even this slight movement gets your fingers moist.

“Rub your perfect clit for me, princess,” he says, now propped up on his elbows, eyes dark and focused.

Slowly, you start rubbing small circles over your swollen bud. From the moment you touch your over sensitive clit you start moaning. There is no way you can stand propped on your elbow now, so you lay back down and break eye contact with him for the first time that night. Yet, now you can focus more on his voice and his silent moans, mixed with your louder ones.

You don’t want to go too fast, because then all of this will be over too soon. You tease your entrance with your index finger, just a little bit to collect your wetness and spread it over your clit, making your movements even easier. This feels so good and you don’t want to stop. You can’t slow down now, you’re too close to the edge.

“Slower, I don’t want you to cum like this.” You lift your head up to look at him. He is palming his cock through his tight pants, clearly very impatient and yet he decides to tease and torture both of you.

And you run your fingers over your clit gently and slowly. Yes, this feels good but you want his hands instead of yours. Those slim, lean and bony fingers, you want them on you, rubbing and fucking you.

It is so hard to keep yourself calm and away from cuming. If you open your eyes you’ll see him, shirtless, with the exasperated look on his face and his chest flexing with every small breath he takes. If you close your eyes, you’ll imagine his fingers, those rings and bruised knuckles buried deep inside of you, rubbing you instead of your own.

“Put two fingers inside,” and you do as he tells you. Your fingers go inside with such ease. As you start moving them inside, the sound of wetness echoes the room. Almost instantly, your hips start bulking up, trying to squeeze your fingers even deeper. You’re hitting just the right spot and start shaking, your movements becoming sloppier and faster.

“Are you close?” he asks.

“Fuck...yes.” You can barely answer, your words mixed with moans.

“Then stop.” It takes you a lot of willpower to stop, now that you’re so close to reaching that high. But you listen to him. You are so sensitive and close to your orgasm that it takes you a few seconds to calm down and stop shaking. Eventually, you get up on your elbows, with your legs still spread and hanging down from the edge of the dance floor.

After what seems like a century, he finally stands up and comes closer to you. Tom is smiling and bringing the glass with what’s left of his whiskey in his hand. You watch his every move and breathe fast, still trying to calm yourself down from that previous edge. He walks towards you and comes near the edge of the dance floor, between your legs.

“Open your mouth,” he asks, now standing above you. You look up at Tom and do what he tells you. You watch him as he brings his glass over your mouth and starts pouring some whiskey down on you. It tastes so bitter and warm since the ice already melted a long time ago. As much as you try to catch the most of the strong beverage with your tongue, a few drops start leaking down your chin all the way to your breasts. You gulp it down, wincing as it burns on your tongue and down your throat. He chuckles at your reaction and slowly pushes you down on your back again.

Tom puts the glass next to you and starts kissing down your neck until he reaches your niple, covered with whiskey. He sucks on it, licking it clean. It feels so good, the way his warm tongue traces over your nipples. You’re squirming and moaning under his mouth and nothing but a few “oh my gods” and moans escapes your lips. Tom’s skilled fingers are playing with your other nipple while he is still licking your other one, making sure to lick all of the whiskey off of it.

He takes his time on your nipples. As much as you enjoy him there, you’re burning with desire and want him to help you ease some of the tension that has been building ever since you first laid your eyes on him. Your blood pulsates in every direction, leaving you dizzy, heart beating, breathing heavy and melting under his tongue, teeth and lips on your nipples.

Finally, it feels like Tom decided to end this sweet torture and starts moving lower and lower on you. Without any intention you start buckling your hips when you feel his warm lips glading over your belly.

“Someone’s impatient,” Tom smiles and lifts his head up. He leaves one peck on your pubic bone and completely ignores that area. That sweet place that is yearning for him so much. Instead of kissing, licking or doing anything to your swollen bud, he moves to your inner thighs. Tom leaves plenty of kisses on them, biting and marking your skin, making you his. He is breathing heavily, but his breathing can’t even match yours. Your fingers are now entangled in his curls, guiding him as he keeps sucking on your thighs. He starts moving lower and lower until your hands can’t no longer reach him.

Once you open your eyes, you prop yourself on your elbows. You watch him leaving open mouth kisses on your inner thighs and once he reaches your lacy garter he puts it between his teeth. Slowly, he begins pulling it all the way down your leg, his hot breath making your skin shiver.

“Aren’t we supposed to be married first?” you ask him once he has you undressed completely. Tom chuckles and brings himself near to your face.

“Don’t you know that I always try to bend the rules?” you moan into his lips and he kisses you. “But, if a lady insists, I can give you one of this,” he lifts his hand up and puts it between the two of you. “I saw the way you were looking at them, you can have one.”

After giving him an ‘are you sure’ look you decide to take it. And since you’re propped on your elbows, the only way you can take the ring for yourself is if you do it with your mouth. Which is exactly what you do. You open your mouth and put his entire index finger inside while not breaking eye contact with him. You look up at Tom, with the most innocent look you could muster. He is not saying anything to you. The only thing he can do is mouth an inaudible ‘oh’ while shaking his head in disbelief.

You wrap your lips around the base of his finger tight until you hook the cold metal ring between them. His fingers are so long, they almost make you gag. You close your eyes while you suck on his finger, pulling out the ring, sliding it over each of his knuckles. You can’t help but imagine that instead of his finger you’re sucking something else. Something bigger. You start moaning and sucking a bit harder. With a wet plop you pull the ring out and open your mouth. You put your tongue out, showing your conquest to him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Tom says while he watches you hold the ring between both rows of your teeth and lift a hand towards your face. You study his ravenous face while you push each of your fingers through the loop, testing them out and looking for the one that perfectly fits

Finally, he kneels until his face is at the same level as your core. You spread your legs a bit more to give him easier access to your warm core. He licks one long strap, from your clit all the way down your entrance. You can feel him smirking once he feels how wet he got you and he hasn’t even touched you down there yet.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” the vibrations as he talks that close to your clit make you shiver. Tom starts moving his tongue against your clit, flicking it so slowly and lightly, but you are already so worked up, you start jerking your hips almost immediately. He takes his time, licking long straps at first, not putting any pressure on your bud.

Both of you moan as he starts lapping your clit with his tongue, slowly and steadily. Being too sensitive from the previous edge, you can barely hold yourself up on your elbows. He keeps licking your inner lips and occasionally slipping his tongue inside of you, fucking you with his mouth. He seems to know what he’s doing, teasing you even more like this. As soon as you start buckling your hips up, he moves his tongue from your pulsating clit to your entrance. Your moans keep getting louder every time he comes back and once again focuses on your clit.

“Will you please let me cum?” Your voice trembles with anticipation.

“Since you’re asking that nicely,” Tom smiles and kisses your lower back before going back to your heat. You’re still not used to how much his face softens when he smiles. But it’s the dark spark in his eyes that turns you on and makes your heart race even faster. It feels like he’s unravelling you with his tongue.

He flicks his tongue over your clit a few more times, before beginning to suck on it. As he does that, you roll your eyes and start breathing even harder. And it’s almost like he knows exactly what to do to you and where to pay more attention. He tries to hold you in place with one of his hands, while keeping your legs apart with others.

You can feel your heat building in the base of your stomach, pulsating. Warmth moves all over your body, coursing through your bloodstream. Tom starts sucking harsher on your clit, pulling it between his lips. His face looks like a wet mess right now, spit and your wetness leaking down on his chin.

“Please don’t stop doing that,” is the only thing you can say before you start falling apart under his mouth. Your hips ride the way his tongue flicks over your clit. You grab his hair with both of your hands and glide over his wet tongue, stimulating your oversensitive pussy, moaning and heavy breathing. It almost feels like a dream, this intensity of the pleasure that came over your body. Tom has to hold your stomach, just to keep you in place so you won’t ruin not even one second of this ecstasy.

Tom helps you ride your orgasm to it’s last drop by keeping his strong, muscly tongue in place, letting you control the rhythm and ride it the way it works best for you. Curses and his name are the only things coming out of your mouth as you come down from your high. Finally, his lips leave your sweetest place and he starts kissing your stomach, nipples, all the way up to your neck. Once he reaches your lips he kisses you hard, teasing you and opening them with his tongue. Instead of kissing you back, he pulls away and whispers over your lips.

“Now get on all fours,” and you do as you're told, with your face down and ass up in the air, facing him. Even though you have your back turned on him, you can still see him if you look at any of the mirrors around you.

He runs his hands over your butt cheeks and playfully smacks your right cheek.

“Is this okay for you?” you nod.

“Can I go a bit harder?” Tom asks while looking at you through the mirror. You nod once again. “I need your words for this, love.”

“Yes.” And as soon as you say that you feel a slight tingling on your cheek as he has finally smacked you. Not too rough, but hard enough for you to quiver. Unexpectedly, this turns you on a lot more than you ever imagined.

“Should I stop, was this too hard?” he asks, with a genuine worry in his voice, soothing the skin where he slapped you.

“Please don’t,” you moan and feel his hand on your cheek again, slightly harder this time. It tingles, the warmth spreading from your cheek all over your lower back. He soothes your skin one more time with his fingertips. So delicately and gently. And it’s almost like those few slaps heightened your already sensitive skin and you can now feel his every movement. As he caresses your cheeks, his fingers tenderly nudge your wet entrance.

You expect his next move, already prepared for the burning sensation but you don’t feel his hands on your ass anymore, “You sure about this?”, he asks and you look up at him in the mirror and see Tom holding a condom in his hands.

“Yes,” you moan and in that exact second you can hear him ripping the condom and positioning himself from behind. You instinctively spread your legs for him, waiting for him to enter you. Tom places one of his hands on your waist, digging his fingertips into your skin. He is moving his dick over your folds, getting him nice and wet before sliding it into you. With every little move that he makes you can feel your belly and thighs clenching.

Only a few more strokes after and Tom gently starts stretching you out with his member. It takes a few seconds for you to get used to his girth and with a loud gasp you let him know that he can start moving now. And once he starts moving it feels so good, so exciting and pleasurable. It feels so fulfilling to finally feel him inside.

Tom takes no time before he is already balls deep inside of you. With every thrust he leaves a deep groan filled with pleasure. One of his hands is still on your hips and you can feel him slightly pushing you upwards, all the way up to his chest, still not pulling out of you. The first thing you feel once your back hits his perfectly toned chest is the way his cold chain is bouncing, caressing and sliding over your warm skin. It is almost embarrassing how turned on you are by him and everything he does. So much that even the way he wears his chain makes you so aroused.

“I want you to watch how beautiful you look while I’m so deep inside of you,” Tom whispers into your ear and as much as you enjoy having your eyes closed, you manage to open them up and see his hand wrapped around your breasts while the other one is trailing down your stomach, his lengthy fingers reaching for your clit.

Thanks to the way the mirrors are hung on every wall in the booth, you can see his movements from every angle. The way every single one of his muscles is flexing, his hips swaying once he is bottoming in and out of you. Once his fingers reach down your pulsating core and starts rubbing the pleasure becomes almost unbearable to you. You reach for his hands to get more stability and start trembling in front of him. The only thing you can see right now is the smug on his face as his merciless fingers and thrusts are making you cum so hard on him. With the loud moan you reach your high and ride it, his fingers finally slowing down but never completely stopping.

“Fuck, gorgeous, you look like an angel,” Tom says and starts leaving warm and wet kisses on your neck and ear, still holding you tight. After a few long and slow thrusts he picks up his rhythm again, that ruthless and fast rhythm that gets you on the edge of another orgasm in no time. After a few thrusts he starts rubbing your clit once again, pressing that lovely spot of pleasure both from the inside and outside.

The wave of pleasure comes even faster now, leaving you no time to adjust or open your eyes and focus on him. His hot breath is all over your shoulder and once you hear his voice, moaning into your ear you can’t help but let go, moaning and thrusting towards his arm this time even harder.

“Tom, please don’t stop,” you moan a desperate cry for more, for another release, another round of pleasure. He picks up his pace and you can feel your legs trembling involuntarily next to his. The familiar surge of another orgasm makes your moans and breathing erratic. Once it finally hits you, you leave a high pitched cry and Tom pushes you down, stopping his movements, just holding you in place.

“Fuck baby, if I start moving now, I’ll cum as well,” he is not thrusting, the only movement you can now feel is his dickf throbbing while still deep inside of you. You open your eyes and look at him in the mirror. Your eyes instantly lock with his. You can see the way he smiles at you while there are a few drops of sweat traveling between his chest.

“Cum in my mouth,” as much as you want to keep him inside of you, you also want to taste him. He pulls out of you and you immediately feel so empty while cool air brushes over your folds. Tom stands up and removes his condom while you turn around and starts licking his shaft up and down. You start sucking on it, taking it in as much as you can. Tom puts his hands on your head, but he is not forcing you towards him. He is removing the strands from your pink wig off of your face.

You open your eyes and look up at his face, his eyes shut down and curse words coming out of his pretty pink lips. As you look in the mirror behind him, you can see the way his ass cheeks are tensing, gently fucking your mouth. That sight excites you so much. If you thought you were done after your third orgasm, you were wrong, cause you can feel the familiar pulsating feeling deep down inside of you. You reach down and start lightly pressing on your clit, not going too fast cause you don’t want to lose focus and mess with the way you’re pleasuring him.

“I’m cumming,” Tom says as warm, sharp and salty liquid fills your mouth. You keep moving your head up and down, guiding him through his pleasure. Not stopping until he backs away, trembling from pleasure. Your mouth suddenly feels so empty, even though there are still traces of him there. You tried to gulp it all down, but the thickness and saltines of his cum and the way he pulled out of your mouth so abruptly makes you spit a few drops on your chin and chest.

"Sorry…" Tom breathes out as he tries to calm down from his orgasm.

"No, no, it's okay…" your fingers travel down your chest to pick up a few drops of cum sliding down. Your other hand is still down there, pressing your clit and drawing out the heat you felt just a few moments while you were sucking him off.

"Wait, I'll help," Tom kneels down in front of you and picks up the traces of him from your chest. He looks around, "I need to find a tissue to wipe my fingers off," but you grab him by the hand and guide it towards your mouth. You start licking his fingers clean and his face quickly turns from surprised to turned on. He makes sure you lick them all, pushing them deeper and deeper into your mouth, until a few tears form in your eyes. It is only then that he finally notices that you've been teasing and dragging your fingers over your entrance the entire time.

"I fucked you so hard and you still want more, princess? You are insatiable." He quickly pulls his hand out of your mouth and you release a disappointed grunt. But it doesn't last long, because he slides two of his already wet fingers into your pussy.

"Yes…" you moan as he starts picking up the pace. But Tom doesn't go fast this time. He keeps teasing you, pushing his fingers slowly, so deep inside of you and then pulling them in to rub your clit for a few glorious seconds. He repeats this motion way too many times for you to keep up. It’s almost like you’re floating.

You are overstimulated, all of your senses focus on the pleasure he keeps giving you with his fingers. It isn't until he speeds up and starts fingering you that you finally start letting go and giving up to him completely. Tom tries to keep you in place, but your legs are trembling and you are not sure how much longer it'll be for your knees to give up.

"Is this okay?" Tom asks as you feel his long fingers gently wrapping around your neck. You nod and moan, not being able to produce any coherent word. Not quite sure is it his delightful movements on your g-spot, his voice or the way his other hand keeps pressing on the sweet spot on your neck, but in almost no time you can feel the oh-so-familiar feeling finally building up enough to explode.

It’s like you’re in slow motion, the only thing you can feel are his fingers pressing the right spot at the right speed. A loud low growl escapes your lips as you ride the most joyous orgasm you ever felt. Wetness is dripping out of you, all over the floor and him. He kisses you breathlessly, like he never wants to let go of you. You're sure he can still taste himself on your lips, but he doesn't seem to mind. Tom looks so hungry for you, cupping your face with that same hand that was on your neck just a few moments ago. Once he stops, he mumbles a little "fuck", his forehead resting on yours.

"Let me help you clean up," you can barely speak, your voice still shaking.

"Of course not, darling, wait for me 'till I get you some towels," Tom hands you your panties from his pocket once he finally pulls his pants up. He doesn't even bother to properly button up his shirt, he just throws it over his shoulders, having his toned chest and that silver chain on display. You can't help but smile once you're on your own. You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, but you're more than excited to try it out.

Once he gets back, he immediately starts cleaning your wetness from your thighs, going thoroughly over your skin.

"It's Y/N by the way."

"It feels like we’re doing this backwards, but it’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N." Tom lifts his head up and gives you a disarming smile.

"I figured, since you're my boss now, it's only fair that you'd know my name, y'know, to sign my paychecks and stuff like that…" you can feel the butterflies forming in your belly and there was no turning back now.

"I know they say that the boss shouldn't have any favorites, but I think I already have one."

"I just hope you won't change your mind once you meet the others," you lift your head up and your bliss gets interrupted once you see one little dot blinking. The red light you completely forgot about. That's when you feel a sudden change in your heartbeat. "Tom, there is a camera up there!"

"So..? I mean is that a problem?"

"Well, if there was anyone in the back office, they could've seen us!"

"I'm sure we gave them one hell of a show," you can't help but feel relieved. The way he handles things that could be a problem somehow makes you feel more attracted to him. You smirk and he starts leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, "speaking of, wanna give them another one?"

"Right now?" You laugh and playfully mess with his curls, completely ruining his hair. Tom lifts himself up and comes near to your face. He leaves a few pecks on your lips. You part your lips and deepen the kiss. His kisses are different now. Less needy. Slower, deeper. Meaningful.

Once he parts his lips from yours, he says "Right now."

"Well, look who is insatiable now," you say and grab his silver chain, pulling him back to you and kissing him once again. Seems like it’s going to be one long night.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!

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hauntedmilkshake1 · 2 years

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Rich Boy, Rich tastes, Rich food, Richer waistlines.

(A gift for a very good friend of mine Jam! :D happy Bday!!!!!)

"Tch, you claimed you had an iron stomach and we're ONLY on the 6th plate; I thought you could your money where your mouth was by it seems your stomach says otherwise" Togami spat as he peered down at our main hope boy of the night.

Makoto; a boy filled with such gung ho and hope claimed at the start of the night that he could eat our a restaurant, his gluttonous appetite did shape up (and shape out) his quite portly figure.

Standing at a mediocre 5"3 Makoto was never one of the tallest of the bunch, always called the "little man"...however in recent times as Hope's peak has served our little man here with fancy cuisine and fine dining from all corners of the world. Although all the snacks, lunches and fancy parties have caved in on Makoto as his large appetite soon caught up to him dramatically and he went from a fairy built student to a jiggly ball of hopeful pudge, his mother's side definitely aided him here as his tummy and waist were his largest assets that made him stride wider than Niki manaj at the mat gala.

So when Togami offered a challenge to see if Makoto could live up to the "iron stomach" moniker; Makoto agreed to the challenge with glee but was soon to be met with true despair as his plate was met with the wildest and fanciest foods he'd ever laid eyes upon.

"What? Is cavier and pheasant wings too far fetched compared to a mcfillet and a bucket of KFC? Eat up hope boy because this is a simple starter" Togami smirked as he walked back into the dorm rooms kitchen, ushering around cooks whom no one knows where they came from.

But Makoto was strong and held out for he would not be bested by some string bean rich boy! He'd faced challenges before! He could do anything he set his mind t-

He got 6 plates in and gave up and flopped in his chair after the dodo drumsticks came in.

Makoto groaned as his poor tummy struggled to churn all the rich and fancy ingredients floating inside him, his mind needed something simple to cleanse his tongue before he passed out from a food coma; god had striked a miracle as he remembered a simple banana milkshake placed in front of him he could quickly down.

Ignoring his belly that was already filling a divorce from how full it was he grabbed the glass and downed it immediately, forcing his tummy to expand further to make room for this chemically fruity concoction.

With a hearty belch and a sudden *POP* the button on Makotos pants finally succumbed to its doom and burst away and flew across the room causing his tummy to surge further out revealing its pink tinted dome to the outside air.

"Oooh god, much better but for what cost…" Makoto groaned again as he untucked his tummy fully and let it rest on his lap, it gurgling and complaining trying to process a whole ass fucking milkshake ontop of Gordon Ramsay's spotify food playlist!

"Makoto Naegi, a beacon of luck and hope; beaten by a simple milkshake...you know its customary in the Togami family that all can devour 3 times their weight at least once in their life, and you have a long way to go by pudgy friend" Togami sneered as he prodded Makotos firm stomach.

Togami lingered his gaze at the boy, The prodigy was never one to eye most commoners for too long; many either wanted his cash or his fame and he had no time to give them ANY second of his rich presence.

So then why did this boy stick to his mind like a leech so much?

Togami could never explain his odd fascination with Makoto, and when he started plumping up it was all he could really think about when food or Makoto or BOTH were around. In this instance Togami had Makoto right where he wanted him...but he had to be smart.

"I see since you're clearly too defeated by my culinary arts your stomach is working over time, it seems customary for me to at least get you out of my dining hall faster than on your own" Togami exclaimed as he sat beside Makoto and began to slowly massage the hope boys distended gut.

Makoto could barely react to Togamis sudden gesture before moaning in relief as a series of burps escaped his lips. Togami had surprisingly good movement of his hands as he circled and rubbed the flabby dome in front of him.

A calming silence fell between the both of them as Makoto snuck glances at Togami whom seemed off in his own world as he never took his glance off of Makotos tummy.

"I'll never understand you, you weird ass rich boy" Makoto thought to himself as he leaned back a little.

Maybe he'd take up that challenge with Togami again tomorrow.

#stuffedronpa #stuffed ronpa

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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no one will blame you if you don't get stuff done for azul's bday, with your circumstances, it's completely understandable!! but since you asked for a request already... i think reader taking care of azul (so he's the sub) cuz it's his bday and they insist, and all the praise ends up making him cry <3 i really love tender scenarios for azul haha

Making Azul cry…lol 100/10 best gf move right there.

Azul would be too dumbfounded to even move, frankly he was way too comfortable to even do so at the moment you offered your lap to be rest on. Your thighs were soft and can be compared to highest quality of pillows, and the way you gently stroke his hair clean was not helping him resist the urge to completely drop his heavy eyelids. He felt like a baby in all honesty, humiliation fills him but he couldn’t help thinking on how much this felt good for his emotional state. Your soft hums warms up the room and melts his heart, you praise him without any reason in particular, but you knew it was something that he needed. You exaggerate on your part, but for some reason, Azul felt as if he really did accomplish such a thing and he felt proud, it only gave him a reason to whine for more.

You insisted on baking him a birthday cake yourself, and though Azul protested that you should just leave it to the professionals and stay by his side, your willpower to create a treat was far stronger. He sulked, but when you came back in a few minutes later with the said cake and offered to feed him, he gladly savored the flavor inside his mouth. You giggled at his childish antics and just prompted you to keep feeding him more and more, all the while praising and stroking his head for acting so well with you. You couldn’t help but tease him sometimes, it was not everyday that you get to see this benevolent dorm leader this needy after all. However, as you kept on feeding him, Azul’s gaze accidentally shifted on your hand and widened to see multiple band-aids decorating them.

He stopped eating and gave you a serious, yet worried look. “What happened to your hand?” He firmly asked, which startled you for a second. “Don’t tell me…You got this from cooking earlier…!?”

You blinked multiple times before smiling once again. “Oh, this? Yeah, it’s just a few cuts though, some are burns actually.” You explained, honest to a fault, unaware on how it might affect the dorm leader. “It doesn’t hurt at all, I just covered them up because they’re not very pleasing to look at.”

Azul scrunched his eyebrow together as he grasps your hands against his. “B-But still…You got hurt, right?” He said softly, which was incredibly rare for you to hear. “…This is why I told you that we should’ve let others handle it…”

“Haha, sorry…” You apologized, laughing nervously as you leaned closer to him. “I’ll make sure to-“

That’s when you froze, staring in disbelief as you soon got a good look at the way his tears had uncharacteristically started streaming down his cheeks. Azul looked like he was holding it in though, biting his bottom lip to prevent any unnecessary burst of cry to come out. Of course, this made your heart race in panic. “W-Why are you crying…!?” You exclaimed, pulling your hands away to inspect him in utter concern. “Hey, Azul…”

He hastily wiped away his tears with a frustrated look, his face were flaring up red, both caused by embarrassment and anger. “...B-Because you’re so reckless, you dummy! You’re so unfair!” He yelled, his voice cracking in the process. “You’re treating me so nicely, making me so dependent on your warmth that I can’t even move away, and then hurting yourself in the process!”

With that, you quickly came into an understanding on what this is all about. Ah, so Azul does feel guilty sometimes, you thought it was cute. “I t-told you to let others handles it, didn’t I!? You should’ve just stayed here with me! Maybe then, you wouldn’t have to get hurt, idiot!”

Amused, you leaned your cheeks to the palms of your hand, listening as he continues to call you multiple names and pathetic insults, rambling on and on about why you should be careful. Honestly, you thought that children were the only ones who can pull a tantrum of name-calling but you guessed Azul was just a different kind of breed, you stifled a giggle as much as you can. Slowly, he slows down and soon, to a complete halt, silencing himself with a few sniffs and wiped more tears away. “…So, is that all? Are you done? You let everything out yet? Go on, take your time.” You gently said, in hopes of comforting him. Azul just glared at how much fun you look like you were having but nodded regardless, giving another sniff.

Finally, it was your turn to move and gave nothing but a slight chop on his head, in which Azul flinched at. “You’re such a drama queen.” You said, finally letting out a laugh, especially with how the guy puffs his cheeks at it. You grabbed his hand gently, and stared up at him patiently like you’re dealing with a child yourself. “Look, I’m fine, see? What’s a few cuts going to do to me anyways?”

“…It’ll leave scars.”

“If it does then, would you hate for it?” You asked, and was quickly met with Azul violently shaking his head.

“Of course not! Why would I-!”

“Exactly!” You cheerfully said, making Azul blink in response. “You’ve done so much for me, Azul. So, I at least wanted to do something for you in return. These cuts and burns are all accident, but even if it’s not, it was for your sake. I thought getting a little hurt was worth seeing your cheerful face for.”

Azul slowly blushed and looked down at you. “…You should know that it’s not just because it’s your birthday, you know? I’ll be happy to treat you like this any time you want.” You said, leaning closer and gently knocking your forehead against his. “So, don’t be sad anymore, okay?”

Silence ensued for a few second before a gentle but upset “…Yeah.” Was said, along with a slight nod. Regardless, you smiled as cheerfully as before now that he’s slowly going back to his own self. Giggling, you quickly pulled him for a hug, hoping to demolish his sulking attitude.

It took a while, but slowly, you felt his hand wrapping around you as well. He was really warm. “…Dummy.”

AAHhh- Thank you for being so understanding, Darlings! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Sadly, this will be my limit for today as I have another essay to finish lol Thank you for being patient, I hope I can have more free time soon! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #birthday crumbs (azul)

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