#I THINK I GOT LOST IN THE SAUCE HERE
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Just a fun idea
  If Nova was a romanceable npc in mtas then what dialogues would she have ( like one for each relationship level (Acquaintance, Buddy, Good Friend, romance), you can skip levels or add more lines if you want )
Introduction:
Hiya! I haven't seen you around yet, so I'm assuming you're new - I'm Nova, one of your fellow builders! Come find me if you need a buddy to go ruin diving with.
Birthday:
My birthday's on Summer 15. When I lived in Seesai, I spent every single birthday at the beach. I can't really do that anymore here, so my new thing is just sitting by the oasis.
Acquaintance:
If you ever need to get ahold of me, ask Kor or Daphne where I am, they'll probably know! Oh, wait, but...what if you don't know where they are...hmm. I'll get back to you on that!
Kor told me you're from Highwind! That's cool, I've always wanted to visit. You think I'd be...blown away?...Sorry, that was bad. Ignore that!
Uh oh! I forgot my pass to the salvage yard expires today...you think Rocky will let me extend it for, like, a discount...?
Buddy:
Moving to Sandrock gave me a bit of culture shock. I do miss Seesai a lot, but I really think I'm better off here than I was there.
There you are! Daphne stopped by earlier to give me a few melons from the Moisture Farm...care to share some with me?
I love collecting minerals and whatnot from the desert, but I am so intimidated by the Boxing Jacks there. Every time I see them coming from the corner of my eye, I can't help but yell!
Good Friend:
My brother lives in Walnut Groove. He's a real successful Builder there. To be honest, I don't care for building that much, but...it's a stable job, at least. Don't know if I'll live up to the expectations he's set, though.
I used to be the apprentice of a well-known Builder in Seesai. She was really kind to me, even when I made mistakes all day. I was so sad when my apprenticeship ended! In fact, she made me my bandana and pickhammer as a parting gift. I try to write to her every few weeks.
I have a really small collection of Old World stories and movies. It gets boring watching and reading the same things over and over again, though, so I hope I'll find more stuff in Sandrock to mix up the collection!
Romance
Confession Accepted:
Oh? I can't believe it, you beat me to it! Of course I accept.
Confession Rejected:
I'm...really flattered, I promise, but...I'm so sorry, I just don't think we're at that level with each other...
General Lines:
I made you this bracelet the other day. You don't have to wear it, if it's not your style! Buuut...I do have a matching one, sooo...
I've wanted to visit Seesai for a while, but I was always too nervous to go through with it. I think if you're by my side, though, I'll be able to manage.
Hey! What are you doing today? You wanna go eat at the saloon? I'll pay, don't worry!
Honey?...mmm, no. Sweetie? Hmm...Oh! Sorry! Just trying out nicknames for you...baby?
When I first got here, I felt like I had something to prove. I don't even know who I was trying to prove something to! But now that you're here, I feel like the last of that pressure came off of my shoulders.
Festivals
Day of the Bright Sun:
âą I put in a few accessories I made over the last couple of weeks. I hope whichever person ends up with them likes them!
Showdown at High Noon:
Wow, the atmosphere is amazing! Everyone is so amped up for this. I didn't participate in anything like this back in Seesai, so I can't wait to see who comes out on top!
Day of Memories:
This festival has different ways of being celebrated in other cities, but they all have one thing in common - they're all so beautiful.
Tour de Rock:
I'm so bad at sandrunning. Maybe I'll just...watch and cheer everyone on!
Running of the Yakmel:
Can I tell you a little secret? I'm kind of scared of Yakmel! They're cute, but they're huge! I try to avoid the ones around the outskirts of town when I can.
Winter Solstice:
I've been looking forward to eating some skewers all day! What better way to kick off the start of a new year?
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5 for the isat ask game!
5 - What's your favorite optional event?
VERY TOUGH ONE TO ANSWER. I'm gonna go right ahead and disqualify twohats bc it's a predictable answer. If I had to choose just one though I think it'd probably be the sus event. It really got my goat on my first playthrough bc I didn't realize you had to do it in ACT 4. If I remember correctly I think sus is the only optional event locked to ACT 4??? Now that I've actually done it though I'm quite fond of it.
Sus event is one that you really have to go out of your way to do. It kind of reminds me of the True Ending in SASASAP but More and I'm sure that's intentional. Like the requirements for sus quest necessitate that you're going to do it, if not the loop before ACT 5, very soon before it. You have to know pretty much everything about Time Craft and Wish Craft already, so whatever you're doing in the loops now is basically taking out any optional stuff before you hit the end. You have to pretty thoroughly remember how the script goes just so you know all the best ways to break it. I feel like if the True Ending route is Loop going through the motions so many times that they can't deal with holding their facade together any longer, the sus route is Siffrin waving a big red flag around for help. There's just no way you're going to stumble into sus without preplanning what to do to rack up your points and make Odile aware of how Wish Craft works.
So I think it's interesting how much Siffrin pushes back against Odile trying to figure him out. It's a pattern of behavior that I am well aware of where you're desperately going "HELP ME" but you're not willing to accept it when it's offered to you.
Siffrin spends an entire loop screwing everything up, to a point that's frankly kind of egregious even by Late Stage Timeloopers standards, and then they can't reckon with the consequences of it. I don't think sus event is as intentional of a cry for help for Siffrin as it is the player, mind you. But I do think it's. Very tragic. Yeah of course "it's too late" in the sense that Siffrin's about to talk to Euphie and the whole journey will end, but moreso it's that by the time that Odile can piece together all the information necessary to figure Siffrin out, Siffrin is just far too deeply entrenched in his self hatred and fear of abandonment to be dug out. I think if Odile could somehow figure it out in, like, early ACT 3, or if Isabeau was just a bit more pushy in getting Siffrin to do a feelings talk, maybe they'd actually be able to reach Siffrin a little. But they're always just a little too late, every single time.
I think the fact that you start really getting a bunch of weird points in ACT 3 gives this event a lot of buildup. For potential dozens of loops you'll see Odile brush against the truth of the situation, and then just barely miss. By the time she figures it out, it's too late. Explodes
Expounded upon slightly more in tags bc I don't like typing in post bodies I feel like a fish on land. eek
#asks#ask game#ive been forgetting 2 tag my asks. smh#Sorry ocean that this took a while to answer i got lost in the sauce (rereading dialogue in rpgmaker)#i spent way too long writing this and i dont think i even touched on the guts of why this scene gets to me. tbh#it's just like. idk i've been there#doing shit not even really on purpose to kind of flag other people like Hey i'm doing bad#and then they're like hey are you doing bad and it's like. Oh fuck well now they know and they'll want me to die. i gotta get outta here#very relatable siffrin momence. never a good thing#like i realize that siffrin was literally like 'i don't think i want ur help' and then i kept calling their actions a cry for help#but like that's what it is. i can't read susquest as anything else. i don't think those two things contradict either#desire to be helped versus desire to not be perceived/not be a burden on others.#wanting help but not wanting to BE helped? does that make sense. am i saying words#it's like how loop wanted help so badly they lost everything in pursuit of it when all they had to do was be honest with their friends.#idk. kicks rock around#isat spoilers
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đĄ dozing off writing replies but im curious how others go about writing out stuff/the order you write particular parts, and if you have a different way of writing depending on if it's a reply, ask, or a drabble đ€ in most cases I find I write out any spoken words first, then the tones or actions done while talking, and then depending on the writing purpose add trains of thought, other actions or specific actions that convey emotions. stuff I looove getting lost in writing include describing scenes, settings, environments, food or the time of day! for drabbles I usually start with these descriptive elements to get into the mood of it.
#⥠ooc#something I find I don't do that often is adding in descriptions of clothing...#but I guess it depends on the setting and in most verses there's only so many outfits worn?#but i might try to add in more descriptions! because that's sooo totally something my writing is missing#unrelated when i was writing a thread w maria and billye where marcus swain & jhin eat dinner together I got lost in the sauce describing#the food being served <:3c#anyways. i love writing as a hobby. idk if im actually GOOD at it but it is very fun for me most of the time#i think storytelling is such a wonderful thing we can do with our own minds#unrelated to all of this for real this time i have cleared out talons inbox! dust free and sqeaky clean now#i want to get all my owed replies here written out and then ill post them all i think thatll be less stressful for me instead of posting#one by one. giving it a try#edit: ive gone back and edited SINGLE TYPOS IVE CAUGHT SeverAL times in tHIS ONE POST#thats another thing i forgot is an important step in my writing; all my fkn TYPOS........
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An Athlete & his Artist âš
Full + Credit Below The Cut
CW: none?? Its mature-ish ig, w/ the slightest sexual undertones??
Jesseâs got big, worn down, rough, hands. Hands that spend too much time with clay on a wheel- hands that have dried out but have lost none of the loving tenderness they had at the start of it all. Hands that are warm when they hold his children and support them so assuredly- hands that perfectly cup Aaronâs face & make him a lovestruck mess
And Aarons hands- soft but rough all in the same. Hands with long fingers and a sturdy grip, palmâs soft from tender care he tries to apply to keep himself like he was before. But ultimately hands that still change from all of the hard work he does- hands that send shivers up Jesseâs spine every time heâs touched by one
Reference Used (Twitter Link, this is a F2U public reference)
#JesZ for the win tonight ig#JesZ#i got lost in the sauce & wanted to draw smth self indulgent#so~ my current perception of Jesse & Z ig#or smth similar#Wondero*Town#4town imagines#i think im still more of a JesT shipper but I couldnât make T work here#ill do more JesT another time#edit: sorry for bad image quality btw#tumblr wont let me give yall HQ images
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a modern ghost story - wip re-intro
finally, a re-intro for my first ever writeblr wip intro... waow how time flies.
taglist (i'm gonna be real with y'all, i lost track of the taglist and had to dig it up again--tentatively tagging the original taglist as well as folks i thought might be interested): @albatris @skitzo-kero @anexor @lychniscitrus @transmasc-wizard @chaieyestea @vacantgodling @kingkendrick7 @jezifster @manuscriptsatmidnight @fictionalbullshitter @astral-runic
(if you'd like to not be tagged in posts relating to this wip going forward, lmk!!! <3 and if you'd like to be added to the actual taglist, also lmk!!!)
synopsis: A Modern Ghost Story is the tale of the four members of The Cyclone Seekers, a group of semi-famous storm-chasers, and their harrowing adventures chasing after storms in Nebraska in 2006. On the way, they quickly come to learn that they have far, far more than tornadoes to worry about waiting for them in the storms. Something sinister is afoot, and their past may come back to haunt them in a very literal way.
setting: various fictional locations in Nebraska, United States, in 2006
genres: postmodern horror (?) with traces of comedy--fundamentally a road trip story, though, about healing and facing the horrors head-on.
vibes except it's not clear what these mean: late nights at sleepovers where no one wants to go to bed yet, a mason jar full of bottle caps, the highs and lows of a long road trip with your friends, strange messages on the radio in a voice you thought you'd forgotten, the past is always one step closer than it appears to be, the coppery taste of blood on your tongue, your heart pounding in your ears as the world roars around you, a group of queer adrenaline junkies, "therapy is expensive, but sitting in your car while it rains is free."
characters:
picrew: [link]
Roach - 29 - they/them - 5'2"
Roach is not the face of Cyclone Seekers, as they find the idea of actually appearing on camera daunting. For the most part, Roach prefers to stay behind the scenes, most often handling their budget, equipment, and transportation, as well as acting as their cameraman. A lifelong smartass, they always say exactly what's on their mind and they're not particularly graceful or tactful. Why would they be, after all? Talking around the point only wastes time, and Roach hates to stop when there's important shit to get done.
Despite their blunt and often rude nature, Roach has a big heart deep down, and they care deeply for their fellow Cyclone Seekers, considering the others their best friends in the world. Roach doesn't have a lot of people in their corner, and they're steadfastly loyal to the end.
Oliver Cox - 32 - he/him - 6'1"
Oliver, like Roach, is not the face of the Cyclone Seekers. Instead, he is the manager of their ViewTube channel and website, as well as the one who usually deals with the people side of things. He's very sweet and enthusiastic, and generally a very gentle man who hates to even raise his voice. While, like everyone else, Oliver has his moments of anger, he prefers to redirect this anger into something productive rather than taking it out on others.
This isn't to say, of course, that Oliver is an innocent child. He's had his fair share of hardships and struggles in his life. However, he believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of humanity and the world around him. And this extends to the team, especially Roach--despite their often prickly exterior, Oliver considers them a very dear friend and is very happy to have them in his life. He sees the best in everyone until they give him reason not to.
Sydney "Syd" Ambrose - 29 - they/she - 5'11"
Syd is a friend of Roach's from college, an extremely anxious person who, at heart, has always wanted to leave their mark on history in some way. With their thirtieth birthday rapidly approaching, they want to do something great before the big day. This has, in part, reflected on their work with the Cyclone Seekers. As one of two hosts of the show, Syd is often in the spotlight, despite their severe anxiety about public speaking. When the cameras are rolling, their fear falls away, and they easily steal the show.
Aside from their ambition to do something great that lands in the history books, Syd has had a lifelong fascination with storms. The world of more traditional meteorology wasn't for them, so they've decided a more fulfilling career is to chase storms around and study them directly. It's working out so far, despite Syd's growing restlessness regarding the group's lack of mainstream success.
Yara Key - 30 - she/her - 5'7"
Yara is the other host of the Cyclone Seekers, and she's the much more outwardly optimistic and outgoing one. Their bit on the show is that, though Syd is the anxious one, they're also first to jump headlong into danger just to get a good look at a tornado; Yara, meanwhile, is friendly and outgoing but also the first to hide. It's a good bit and one that brings her a lot of joy, though it does irritate her sometimes to have people assume she's actually a coward. Because she isn't--she's just not stupid.
Though Yara hasn't known the others that long, she's a loyal friend who cares about them all deeply, and her not-so-secret crush on Syd is something Roach teases her about rather frequently (to which she gladly responds by teasing them about their similar crush on Oliver). When it comes down to it, fame isn't important to Yara, but she has a genuine love for entertaining people. And if she can do it while educating them about dangerous storms at the same time? All the better.
Vincent Cruz - 28 - he/him (questioning they/them) - 5'9"
Vincent Cruz is not a member of the Cyclone Seekers, nor does he have any particular interest in joining their little group. In fact, he thinks they're pretty ridiculous, and more than that, they're fucking stupid. He's grown up his whole life in a small town in Nebraska and knows all-too-well how dangerous storms like the ones they seek out can really be. They're going to get themselves killed, and they'll be lucky if it's quick.
However, Vincent feels an obligation to help them, or at least to make sure they can't put themselves or anyone else at risk with their antics. He isn't sure what makes him feel such a desire to protect them, but he insists it's not out of any care for them. They're just stupid. If he doesn't do anything, then they'll die. Simple math. (Ignoring the fact that they're his first friends in years, and they seem to genuinely like him for who he is when few others do.)
Vulture - 31 - he/him - 6'2"
A mysterious figure from Roach's past, one that they, until now, were completely certain was out of their life forever. Vulture is cold and cruel and pretentious, seeing himself as quite literally better than everyone else. He loves to hear himself talk and wants everyone to think he's the coolest motherfucker in the room at all times, for better and for worse.
For the most part, he doesn't seem interested in Roach, for which they're grateful. However, he has been contacting them again for the first time in nearly ten years, asking to meet up again.
#a modern ghost story wip#wip intro#wip reintro#writeblr#writblr#multi makes text posts#christ FINALLY.... WE'RE HERE#got lost in the sauce making that vulture picrew lmao#anyway yeah :)#i think vincent had the biggest glowup here but i'm so happy with them all#so excited for the directions they're going now#this really feels much more like a story i can sink my damn teeth into#i hope y'all enjoy :3#also i know i said the rewrite is roach centric#but god i love syd.... revived my affection for them....#so we'll see#roach is the primary protag but uhh :) we'll see
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Why did I start like three other projects when I was already working on a big project when I just got hit with the autism exhaustion beam (requires. At least One Full Day just dead in bed, and then some more Taking It Easy time after)
#i don't even know what prompted it...#hit w a vision. not enough time to execute it. hit w a vision. too tired to execute it.#i guess technically it was just two huh. but all the moving parts made the other one feel like two in and of itself#oh. now i remember there was another shitpost behind it. i just. didn't get to.#thinking about bruno... thinking about anna... thinking about the fairies... thinking about mirabilis specifically actually#she gets the short end of the stick characterization wise and it's such a shame.#to the point where i was unsure what to do w her... i think i got some ideas rattling around though#I CAN... GIVE HER.... SO MUCH MORE.... without changing too much about her. i just need to extrapolate.#hits her w the disability beam. idk if it's also autism but she has some sort of chronic condition#that just makes you. so tireds. moe and mira shaking hands. let's lay down and rest together.#also thinking about the subtle differences between a full dream and a daydream... between sleeping and just resting#and. making her kitty coded. she is such a kitten pile type girl. she is such a lap cat. queen of catnapping#which i'm thinking works really well w peony and even sharena. not so much moe though đđ#i want to capture a playful side. and maybe even a 'i'm still figuring out how i feel about that' side to her#like... i'm imagining peony as someone who's surprisingly insightful and emotionally intelligent.#she's got it all figured out. she already knows. she's not always right. but she tends to know what's up#i'm thinking... maybe mira isn't quite there yet. or struggles to see outside of herself. for obvious/understandable reasons#but she has that unwavering desire for joy and comfort the way peony does. she may feel a pang of jealousy here and there#but it doesn't get in the way of her goals and wants for others. which may be the defining factor actually#like obviously this could get messy if you simplify it too much into 'good' or 'bad'. bc all these girls are DIRECT reflections#of each one's trauma response. assigning morality to that is fucked up. but for story purposes... maybe freyja/freyr did. to a degree.#bc maybe they're flawed and fucked up too. it's about The Cycles. i'm getting so lost in the sauce though LMFAOO#i am GOING to do SOMETHING. for mirabilis. mark my fucking words.
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i think ego death is the most beautiful thing we can experience.
to be completely vulnerable and have absolute no control of this......thing kill what you thought was you
AND manage to continue to live YOUR life and go through so many transformations is just so breathtakingly beautiful
#i think death is just a beautiful thing as well#death has so many meanings as well#it's not just dying#its an end to the beginning#its a beginning to an end#i've had many people tell me i shoulda died so many times throughout my life#hell i wish and prayed i would just fucking die#and i did. not physically but emotionally. mentally. spiritually i have died so many times#i didn't think i would live to be 22#here i am 26 and so far away from that mindset#idk got lost in the sauce#but holy shit death.......i love it
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The more I think about, the more I think that Karen has a chance of being Alice Creel. Even just looking at how sheâs shot in the show, itâs not hard to argue that sheâs more important than a lot of other characters. Sheâs given an entire character arc in season three. That doesnât happen to one dimensional characters used to fill a space in the main characters story. And somehow sheâs always dressed in some form of pink and blue, which represent forced conformity. The Snow Ball where everyone was dressed in pink and blue, the end of season four (im 100% serious about this I just havenât gotten to it in my lighting analysis/mike Will and El season four analysis yet), Nancy when she was with Steve: all of these things are connected to that theme and have characters wearing pink and blue. Or purple, but thatâs just pink and blue together.
And Karen doesnât agree with her husbandâs opinions. The way she treats Mike in season one shows that she knows something. She might not know whatâs going on exactly, but she knows enough to tell him that he can always talk to her. When Ted says, âyou see what happens?â Karen knows exactly why Mike leaves the table. She herself leaves the table soon after. Because even though her kids donât tell her anything, sheâs not oblivious. Her thoughts are written on her face and we are meant to see them.
And I know Iâm just rambling here and spinning her around in my head but. I just went through the first three episodes of season one (high speed scrubbing because I needed pictures) and Karenâs in all three of them. And the way Karenâs shot in those three episodes is drastically different than Ted. Sheâs being shot like Mike and Nancy are. When theyâre sitting around the table talking, we are seeing Mike, Nancy, and Karen. And Holly (but sheâs two. So. Not much to glean from that except that sheâs important and very confused why everyoneâs so tense).
There is no reason to write a three dimensional character if theyâre not important to the plot. Ted isnât a three dimensional character, and neither is Dustinâs mom, or Lucasâs parents, or anyone else thatâs in the same category as Karen is. We are looking at her for a reason.
And Iâm not saying that sheâs 100% Alice Creel, because really I canât say anything for certain. But. She is important. And not in the way that sheâs a representation of something else, or a placeholder, or a tool for the main characters. Sheâs her own character. Something is going to directly affect her because her actions are important to the story. And theyâre important to the story, because she is. And I would very much like to know why.
#Karen wheeler#I am making actual posts to explain myself here#but Iâm also still in the gathering dots phase#I canât connected them until Iâve got enough to make an actual picture#and right now the picture is still a bit fuzzy#so I need to do some thinking out loud#or I guess into the void#for a little bit#I canât just say oh sheâs alice creel without saying that she has importance either way#solid foundations first#and analysis#and then wild ass theories#there is in fact a method to my madness#itâs just hard to get past the analysis step sometimes#because I get lost in the symbolism and meaning sauce
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Anyway hereâs wonder wall-
Yeah this started as little doodles and got away from me. Right now Iâm at 5 pages, idk how long itâs gonna get cause Iâve lost control. I think comics are fun and I got lost in the sauce doing backgrounds cause itâs so relaxing.
Iâve got such bad brain rot, if only I put this much time into my original comic lmao.
For now there is no violence but itâs gonna get bloody later fyi.
First // Next
#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl au#cult of the lamb narinder#cotl narinder#cult of the lamb shamura#cotl shamura#cult of the lamb heket#cotl heket#cult of the lamb kallamar#cotl kallamar#cult of the lamb leshy#cotl leshy#my art#my post#digital art#comic#comic art#art#photoshop#no devotion au
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hello! please may i order thick crust, alfredo sauce, artichokes, broccoli and argula with water and aftercare please served by landođ©”
Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
thick crust sugar daddy alfredo sweet sex artichokes "Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" arugula "I love stretching this pussy out" water breeding kink dessert yes served by Lando Norris
Lando x Sugar Baby! reader
TW - Size kink conversations, terrible representation of a sugar daddy/baby relationship, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, talks of filling reader up with cum
WC 1800+
AN - I am so sorry this one took me forever! A few of the first few requests got lost amongst the rest and I just found them and will be out within the next couple of hours <3
Y/N POV
"I'm ready to go home," I tell Lando softly while pulling his hand towards the exit of the Monaco shopping center we had spent the last hour in.
We came here with the intention of Lando purchasing some things I had set my eyes on but as soon as we got here we kept getting stopped by fans. I loved watching the joy spread across Lando's face when a different fan would approach him but after a while, I was starting to get overwhelmed.
"You only got one thing, baby," Lando tells me softly but I just shake my head pulling Lando closer to the valet wanting to get into the car as soon as possible.
"We can get it online," I say sharply still making our way to the valet when Lando's car was parked out front. When we hand them the ticket Lando opens the door for me before shutting it softly and climbing into the driver's seat.
"Didn't know you wanted to fuck me that bad," Lando says with a smirk making me scoff and roll my eyes softly at him before cracking a slight smile.
"I don't know how you handle all the people talking to you in public. I'm not even the one they're taking pictures and I was overwhelmed," I tell Lando softly pulling the hand he had resting on my thigh into my hand so I could play with his rings.
"You know you're a terrible sugar baby right?" Lando questions me with a smirk making me throw my head back with a soft groan.
Lando and I had known each other for years and have been close for the past few years, and one drunk night decided to come up with some stupid idea where we hook up whenever we can and in exchange Lando will take care of some of my fiances.
"You pay my rent still," I tell him softly making me laugh a little.
"You basically live in my bed, why the hell would I make you pay rent for a place you're rarely in," Lando says with a light laugh making me laugh a little with him.
"I don't Lando, it's a strange situation. I mean I use your card occasionally," I tell him with a soft smile.
"Baby, you've had access to my credit card for almost a year and I kid you not I've made three payments of less than a thousand dollars each time," Lando says making me scrug. I think this whole Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby situation was our weird way of covering up the truth of us wanting to be together.
"Would you rather me max it out every month?" I question softly making Lando laugh a little.
"I mean it would make me feel better after the way I destroy your pussy every chance possible," Lando says smirking making my jaw drop slightly at his crude words. Lando just laughs when he sees my face before pulling into the parking garage of his complex and reverse parking into his spot making my thighs clench together slightly from how hot he looked when he was driving.
When we get into his apartment I make my way into his room where I instantly strip down into nothing but my bra and panties before grabbing one of Lando's shirts and throwing it on just wanting to be comfortable.
"Fuck, I love seeing you in my clothes," Lando says from the door making me turn around towards him flashing a bright smile before walking towards him and pulling him in for a soft kiss.
"Nuh-uh, you have some online shopping to do," Lando says while pulling away making me whine.
"After," I beg making Lando shake his head, before climbing into his bed and patting the spot next to him before pulling his laptop out of his nightstand and handing it to me.
We spent the next hour buying all kinds of things such as new kitchen utensils for Lando's apartment so I could stop bringing stuff from my apartment, new clothes, and Lando's personal favorite was the two grand he insisted he dropped on lingerie that he will surely have me model for him when it arrives.
"No more," I mumble pushing away the computer when I saw that his card went through on the lingerie boutique.
"Are you sure baby?" Lando questions making me nod my head.
"Yes, can you please fuck me now," I ask softly giving him my best puppy dog eyes making me laugh yet he still pulled me in for a heated kiss.
I climb into Lando's lap grinding down on his jeans making both of us moan at the pleasure. I could feel Lando starting to get hard which and me shuffling between his legs so I was on my knees for Lando but still in the bed. I watch as Lando pulls his shirt off as I unbutton his pants and slip his cock through the top of his boxers before I take a small lick at the precum dripping from his tip making him hiss at the stimulation.
"Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use," Lando says with a smirk making me lean down to his thigh and taking a soft bite at it.
"Ya but you trained me to be your slut," I say with a smirk before finally pulling Lando's pants all the way off with his help. He also shuffled his briefs down leaving him bare while I was still in his shirt so I slipped it off leaving me in my matching set. I lean back down and pull Lando back into my mouth while I used my free hand to play with my clit making me moan softly around Lando's cock sending vibrations straight to his tip.
" Fuck you were made just for me huh?" Lando groans out the question when I start deep-throating his cock.
I could tell Lando was getting close which had him pushing me back softly and positioning me on my back before he climbed between my legs and started kissing me.
Lando makes quick work of unclipping my bra and discarding it across the room before trailing soft kisses down my neck and chest before giving a quick soft suck on each nipple before he kisses down my stomach where he pulls my panties down and wastes no time in pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking on it.
"Fuck, Lando," I whine wiggling my hips a bit making Lando grip onto my thighs with his arms and continue licking and sucking on my clit.
"So good," I mumble out making Lando speed up his actions and unwrap one of his arms from my thighs before slipping two fingers into my soaked pussy where he found my G-spot with not trouble and starts teasing it and bringing me close to an orgasm.
When Lando realized how close I was he pulls away making me whine at the lost but quickly shuts me up when he pulls me in for a kiss while slowly pushing his large cock into my pussy.
"Oh my God," I moan loudly when I feel Lando's cock graze my G-spot before he hit my cervix once he was all the way seated into my pussy.
"Lando, too big," I gasp when I feel Lando rocking his hips slightly to stretch me out. Lando and I had issues the first time we slept together cause I couldn't relax myself enough to take him without pain, we quickly learned a few soft circles against my clit will do the job if needed.
"I love stretching this pussy out," Lando groans while staring at the way my pussy was stretching to accommodate his size.
When Lando feels he's stretched me out enough he stops his rocking and instead starts softly thrusting making me gasp when he starts hitting my G-spot each time.
"So good," Im mumble trying to keep my volume down slightly. Lando just picks up his thrusting when he realizes I was holding back slightly.
"Fuck," I moan loudly when he starts hitting my G-spot with a bit more force than before.
"You gonna let me cum in you baby?" Lando questions making me nod my head.
"Please, I need your cum in my," I gasp when Lando starts speeding up his thrusts into a perfect pace.
"Ya? You love feeling my cum fill this pretty pussy up," Lando says while bringing two fingers down to my clit where he rubs soft circles on it bringing me closer to the edge.
"You gonna cum for me pretty girl?" Lando questioned while speeding up his fingers on my clit knowing I was gonna need more than just some soft circles.
"Please, cum with me," I beg before pulling Lando's neck down to my face so I could keep his lips on mine throwing both of us over the edge.
"Fuck baby, I can feel you cumming on my cock," Lando groans into my mouth while still rocking his hips to make sure to ride our orgasms out.
I can feel the way his cum is splashing against the tight walls of my pussy making me gasp. I could tell he was unloading a large load that was sure to leak out of my pussy the rest of the day.
Once Lando and I have both calmed down from our orgasms he slowly slips his cock out of my pussy before laying down next to me and pulling me into his chest.
"Lando, can I ask you something?" I question softly making Lando pick his head up to give me his full attention.
"So I've been thinking, I don't really want to keep this dynamic," I tell him softly making Lando tense next to me.
"I want more," I continue trying to ease Lando's anxiety. I instantly feel his body relax against mine making me relax slightly too.
"I want more too," Lando tells me softly making a smile spread across my face.
"I mean, truthfully we've been more than sex and money this whole time. I mean at least for me. I haven't even looked at another girl the same since you gave me a taste of that pussy," Lando tells me making me laugh at his last comment.
"Well, good thing I haven't looked at another guy since you kinda destroyed me anyways," I joke making a smug smirk spread across Lando's face.
"Ya, I stretched that pussy just for my cock. No one will ever be able to make you cum again," Lando says casually as if it was a normal thing to be proud of.
"You're ridiculous," I laugh before cuddling further into Lando's side.
"So it's official?" Lando questions softly with hope laced in his voice.
"You gonna buy me dinner first?" I joke before nodding my head in agreeance.
"I just dropped 2k to watch you parade around in lingerie, I think that beats dinner. But yes of course I'm gonna take you to dinner and much more," Lando tells me softly making me smile.
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I honestly maintain that people who insist on framing Rose as a badass and nothing more are sleeping on SO much undertapped nuance with her. Classic fandom beat where people go, "I can only care about this female character if she's an untouchable badass." Which like, she isn't, but I think that's so much of her charm? The fact that Rose is a girl with chronic "I'm always right" syndrome who's actually painfully gullible. "Rebelling" against her quest by blowing her land apart, the land just so happening to be full secrets, betraying that she could very well be playing into Sburb's mechanisms all along (and like, I don't know if she ever catches onto this? That she just so happens to be stumbling across very useful information might very well be by design). I mean, the fact that Rose puts way too much faith in herself is something that's poked at by Kanaya even in Act 6, when Rose is deep in the throes of alcoholism and trying to convince herself that this is fine, she's got this! Everything is going to work out!
There's something so endearing about the fact that Rose is emotionally driven and impulsive while trying to maintain this facade that she's somebody who's intellectual and strategic. And like, it isn't like Rose's confidence comes from nowhere, she is right a lot of the time, it's just that her means of coming to those conclusions are usually the result of throwing herself at a situation. And like the fact that even her most successful plans usually come at some cost to herself, that Rose's idea of a "successful" mission usually involves destroying herself in the process, or otherwise throwing herself in harm's way. That Rose's hubris is often the direct result of her own self-destructive impulses. The heroic instinct to save your friends by sacrificing yourself... I don't know if that should be missed either.
people will really write rose as a badass girlboss as if her main character trait isnât hubris. as if her main story arc wasnât her fucking things over for everyone time and time again by assuming she was better and wiser. oh you think rose is a girlboss? rose who intentionally allowed herself to be corrupted by morally ambiguous terrors because she thought it might give her a slight mental advantage on the game? rose who willingly went along with the manipulation of a groomer because she thought his idea of putting a tumor into the universe was smart? THAT rose? that rose??? why donât you ask her where the green sun is. since sheâs such a competent and intelligent boss bitch
#text#hs#talk tag#i think i got lost in the sauce some way through writing this#anyways rose is a bad bitch of the âthrows herself at a situation and hopes her feet hit the ground on the other sideâ variety#âtrust me bro ive got this. its all part of the planâ says rose lalonde coming up with the plan on the spot#smth smth framing rose as a badass and nothing more waters down her more nuanced traits#i think shes kind of pathetic but im not going to get into that here#also sorry for typing all of this. i originally wrote all of this in the tags but then i reached the tag limit#so i had to type it out
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i got far too lost in the sauce and this scene had me bawling bro literally watching his mother die right infront of his very own eyes and iâm trying to cope with the fact that everyone thinks heâs crazy and heâs all alone now GUH WAHHHH WAHH WAHHHHHHHHHH
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Hii can you write where james and reader are both the only virgins in the group so decided to do it together to get it over with but then they started to do it more often bcs james is absolutely obsessed with her.
thank you for requesting, i hope you like this! requests are open!!
james potter x fem!reader, nsfw
becoming experts
james thinks maybe he should be embarrassed.
here he is, knocking on your door, standing at your doorstep with your favorite dessert in his hand. this is the third time in this week, and it won't be the last. he fixes his posture, puts a little smile on his face, and knocks on your door again. he is fine.
you open the door, wearing only your sleep shorts and a little tank top, which is both a blessing and a curse for james's poor heart. your hair seems a little messy, your face without any make up, and you look beautiful. your lips curve upwards when you see james at your doorstep, you are quick to pull him inside.
"hi, sweetheart." james says as he steps inside. "i hope this is not a bad time."
you look at him like he's said the silliest thing in the world. "come on, jamie, you know there's no such a thing as bad time for you."
"yeah, yeah, i'm glad." why is he acting so out of character? suddenly he's shy, blushing when you point at his hand.
"is that for me?" you ask, kind of shy but more comfortable than him.
he nods. "of course, there you go."
he gives you the box and you take it with a huge smile on your face. "thank you!"
james's heart takes a leap.
you lead him inside, your little living room looks cozy with all those blankets spread on your couch and the warm air covering the room. you take the dessert with two spoons, sitting on the couch and inviting james next to you. he takes off his jacket and kicks his shoes, sits next to you, hoping to be less awkward in the next moments of this act.
"would you like something to drink?" you ask.
james shakes his head. "no, maybe later."
you nod, taking a spoonful of your dessert. "this is perfect. literally the best thing in the world, thank you so much."
james laughs. "you're welcome, angel."
you look at his unused spoon. "why don't you eat?"
he doesn't know. his mouth is dry, he should get a grip on himself. "i'm-"
your lips look perfect around that spoon.
"you've got chocolate- here." he leans into your space slowly.
you smile, his fingers cup your cheek. "this is so cliche."
"you think so?" he whispers.
"you know," you begin. "if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask."
james leans back on the couch, suddenly free of shyness to jump on the opportunity. "what if i want more than just a kiss?"
"i'm sure we can do something about that." you take another spoon of chocolate sauce.
"oh, baby." james says, pulling you to his lap. "come here."
your hands are empty, you move quickly to him. your legs are on each side of his thighs and you sit gently. "how do you feel?" he asks, holding your hands.
"i'm fine. really, really good."
"you sound unnaturally teasing. i thought that was supposed to be me."
you shrug. "i don't know, you act weird today. it's not like this is the first time we're being this close."
the best night of james's life was probably the night he'd spend at your apartment, in your bed. you were naked, so was he, the wine was kicking like a liquid courage as you had sex for the first time. you could expect weirdness between you two, you were both each other's first time and you had been friends for years, but it never happened. it felt so good and so right, james lost himself between your legs and you made sounds that you've never made before.
you were both inexperienced, subject of sirius's little teasings and remus's sympathetic looks when it comes to stuff about sex. you don't know how did things happened as they have that night, but suddenly you were kissing james. you could be afraid if this would ruin your friendship but at that moment everything was so good, you could never imagine the act could ever feel like this.
since that night, james had been to your apartment once more. he was just trying to make sure everything's okay between you and your friendship still stands. then, he was taking off his clothes and you were leaning towards him. you took his cock in your mouth for the first time and james forgot everything except your name.
now, here you are, trying to balance yourself on james's lap, keeping yourself still to not press against him. "james," you say. "it's okay. i- i want you too."
james throws his head back, his hands still holding yours. he looks at you through his glasses and smiles. "i just want you to feel good."
"i'm always feeling good when i'm with you." you say, honestly. "i think we fit each other really well and i- i want it, with you."
"yeah?" james pulls you closer. "you want it, pretty girl?"
you nod. james continues. "i guess we've got addicted." he says like it's a secret. "but that's okay. we can keep going as long as you're good with it."
you start the kiss and james exhales, finally. he cups your cheeks, angles your neck to deepen the kiss. you taste sweet, he licks the chocolate left on your lips. you whimper quietly, feeling him harden under you. this is good, you think. this is so perfect, it doesn't feel any wrong.
james's hands go to your back and he rubs your skin affectionally. he breaks the kiss to brush his lips on your pulse point. you take a breath, holding onto his shoulders. "james." you say. "i wanna go to bed."
he obliges, lifts you easily, and carries you to your bedroom. he is gentle when he puts you on bed, you are quick to take off your clothes. you are not shy to be naked around him, he makes you feel safe. you throw your clothes somewhere on the floor and settle down on bed, watching james.
he looks at you, eyes focused, and mouth slightly open. is he dreaming? this surely is better than any dream, you are lovely as you lay there and wait for him.
he doesn't intend to tease you or make you wait. you've been so honest and sweet with him, you deserve to get what you want. james makes a quick work of his clothes, leaving everything on the floor until he is bare in front of you. he gets on his knees on bed and reaches you. you part your legs obediently, without expecting a word from him.
"you're so pretty, sweetheart." james says, fondly. "you know that, right?"
you squirm under his hands. "jamie, please."
"you should know that." he says, kisses your chest. "you should be aware of the power you have on me."
you shake your head. "it's mutual, and you're being silly."
"let me be romantic for a second, yeah?" he kisses your perked nipple. "fuck, gonna give you everything you want."
"please." you say, losing your breath when he sucks your nipple. he likes using his mouth on you, you realize. he slowly goes down on your body and you laugh when he kisses below your belly button.
"tickles?" he asks, ever so playful.
you nod. "will you do it again?"
he answers by kissing the same spot over and over, turns you into a mess under his mouth. his fingers are quick to touch your cunt, he collects the wetness that starts pooling and rubs it all over. "will you let me taste you?" he asks, begging for a yes. "i wonder if you taste so sweet everywhere."
"you- i guess you can, if you want." you arch your back, subtly press your cunt against his mouth.
"if i want? i'm dying for it."
he buries his face between your legs, tries to get directing noises out of you. he's not experienced but he finds himself to be a quick learner when it comes to you. he licks the wetness out of you and pushes his tongue inside. you wrap your legs around his neck, the sensation is so strange but suddenly it starts feeling good. you remember the second time you had sex and how you felt insatiable to take his cock in your mouth. he must feel that way right now, you think, because he never stops making those wild noises as he uses his mouth.
james sucks your clit relentlessly. you whimper, his name becomes a song. he grips your thighs and holds you in your place. "james- so close- so clo- hmm-"
he lifts his head just for a second. "come for me, lovely girl. let go for me, this is perfect."
you obey, arch your back as he sucks again, and you're dripping in his mouth. james keeps licking, helps you through your peak. you feel so tired, so exhausted, so naked, and it's good. james keeps you steady, his cock twitches at the sight of your cunt, all swollen and licked.
"are you okay, baby?" he coos. "we can stop."
you shake your head. you can't stop because he's addictive. "i want you inside." there's no crumb of shyness left. "please, i want it."
james angles you to be more comfortable, he rubs the skin of your thigh. "gotta be slow, okay?" he says.
you nod, messy and desperate. "however you want."
he positions his cock in just the right way. he is being slow and quiet as he keeps pushing, he knows it's a tight fit. when you clench around him he can't help himself, he goes a little fast. "oh, angel." he whispers, mouth closed on your neck. he pushes himself again. "so tight, just like the first time i got you like this. you're gonna make me come soon if you squeeze around me like that."
you part your legs a little more, holding onto his broad shoulders. "i like this so much. so full, jamie."
james starts moving inside you, still careful but easier. you try to move your hips accordingly, it's like a new dance both of you are trying to learn better. he is worried he'll come too soon, because you're being irresistable.
"can you touch me- right, right there?" you ask, position his fingers on your clit.
"yeah, yeah, of course."
his fingers play with you until you start begging for him to come. he keeps pushing himself until he can't see straight anymore. "can i come? james, can i come again?" you melt, so close and so wet, you can hear the wetness pooling on bed.
"yes, come on, sweet thing." he pushes the deepest he's ever been, you clench so hard, he starts coming. "come with me."
you are sure you lose your sight for a second. james explodes on your belly, his strength helps him pull himself back before coming inside you but he keeps playing with your clit so you clench around him and nothing as you come. you see him, you see stars, you feel so sensitive. james groans as he holds his cock to let out every drop of his cum. he exhales your name, desperate to lay down with you on the bed. you are quick to pull him on your chest, he puts his head on your body, and listens your heartbeat.
minutes pass in silence as you both catch your breaths. james rubs your skin with gentle fingers. you stroke his curls, and press a kiss on his forehead.
"i think we're getting pretty good at this." you say, smiling.
"yeah, i guess we are quite the experts of sex now." he says. "can you imagine sirius's reaction?"
"oh, he'd probably never believe it." you say. "but that's fine."
james sits on bed. "would you like to have shower? we've made quite the mess of each other."
you nod, reach for his hand as you sit next to him. "jamie," you begin, "there's no one else that i'd rather do this with. you're- you're the only one for me."
james smiles, kisses your forehead lovingly. "i'd hope so, sweetness." he gives your hand a squeeze. "you're the only one for me, as well."
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Mr. Butlers Babysitter
Label mature 18+
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Summary
When you began working as a babysitter for Mr. Butler you were immediately taken by his wonderful children and his beautiful Malibu estate, he also paid handsomely. Having worked for celebrities on a referral based system you prided yourself on being professional and discreet for his family.
With Mr. Butler recently divorced having you help him with the children during their weekend visits from their mother was a godsend. After two months his daughter and son adored you to pieces never wanting you to leave. It seemed like a perfect fit.
One fateful evening Mr. Butler puts you in a highly compromising position. One that could ruin your reputation and your livelihood if word got out. You have two choices: Be exploited never to work in the inner circle as a high status celebrity babysitter again. or go along with his perverted plans.
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đNot for my softies: Very corrupt perverted manipulative Austin
My first corruption smut đ no idea what Iâm doing but was told I would be good at it. This one was pushed to the front of the request due to incessant demand.
There was a HUGE glitch for the delay I could not post it with the ask âčïž it crashed so many times so I included them here
Mr. Butlers Babysitter
You were an excellent employee working for Mr. Butler as a babysitter of his two wonderful children. Though he preferred you call him Austin after working two months you still called him Mr. Butler to maintain the professionalism. He was a very famous actor in the early 2020âs. Now in his late thirties he was a full time producer.
He has a beautiful seven bedroom Malibu estate with every luxury perk you could think of. You enjoyed the cliffside drive seeing the ocean on your way to work there.
You would roll down the window and stick your hand out, feeling the ocean breeze hearing the seagulls as the waves crashed against the cliff walls.
You adored his two children Alisa and Daniel. Alisa was 8 years old and full of confidence. She was book smart and excelled in school never once asking for help with of her homework.
His son Daniel was 5 years old, always in imagination land. He was a very picky eater and sometimes you would have to pretend his favorite toy dinosaur would eat his food if he didnât.
On this evening you and Austin were preparing pizza for the kids in his massive kitchen. He had his own personal brick oven designed to fit the space.
You grated mozzarella as he ladled the tomato sauce. As you sprinkled the cheese on the pizza dough your hands touched.
He smiled at you and replaced the ladle into the tomato sauce before standing behind you and placing his hands on yours showing you exactly how to spread it.
He instructs you gently speaking over your right shoulder âYou know how Daniel is with his texture sensitivities if this cheese melts clumped together he wonât eat itâ you giggle you totally understand. He slowly releases your hands and watches you work. He gives you a touch of approval on your shoulder before he gets back to ladling the sauce.
There was always a tension in the back of your mind with him. He was very attractive on an unnatural level.
His sandy blonde hair was always maintained in soft waves. His blue eyes had a depth and sincerity that if you stared too long you felt what it meant to get lost.
His jawline and face shape were squared and masculine and his plump lips accentuated his perfectly shaped nose. He was extremely handsome and though he was older he looked and acted so much younger.
Though you found him attractive you had set goals in mind: make money and advance your life. That kept you adamant to remain professional and you also felt so safe and highly valued working for him.
He paid you handsomely, had wonderful children and a beautiful home. You would never ruin this opportunity.
The four of you sat in the back yard that night to watch one of Mr. Butler favorite child hood movies. âThe Good the Bad and the Ugly.â It had become routine on Sunday to have movie night before the kids returned to their mothers for the week.
On the enormous hillside yard of his Malibu estate he had a large movie screen and a projector constructed. You all sat under a gazebo enjoying the warm breeze on a plush couch bed with a fire pit infront of it.
Beyond the movie screen you could see the twinkling lights of the city. You rested your head back enjoying the space, he had a very lovely home.
The kids grew restless after only 20 minutes of the slow paced movie but you were able to retrain their attention by asking them questions. âIs that cowboy a good one or a bad one?â you ask as Lee Van Cleefs scowling face took over the screen.
âA bad one!â Alisa yells quickly before her brother answers to prove how smart she is. Danielâs little face saddens into a pout feeling like he lost.
âI think youâre right AlisaâŠâ you say valuing her effort actually unsure which is the bad one.
You put your hand on Danielâs little back and comfort him âDaniel look your turn is next! Is that cowboy a good cowboy or an ugly cowboy?â
He studies Clint Eastwoods stern face. âHe looks like a mad cowboy â he says with his cute voice growling and tiny teeth bared. You and Austin laugh at his adorableness.
âHe does looks like a mad cowboyâ Austin says assuring him. âCome here little guy sit on daddyâs lapâ he motions for Daniel to come and easily picks him up âah there we goâ He says holding Daniel forward facing to watch the movie. He runs his hands through his sonâs sandy blonde locks they look almost identical.
âDo you want to do nails? â Alisa asks you excitedly out of the blue practically bouncing next to you on the couch bed.
âSure if itâs okay with your dad I know itâs getting lateâ you admit checking your phone.
She looks to her dad âPlea-a-a-se can I go get my nail kit daddy!â she pouts with her hands in a prayer. He canât resist her.
âYou can get it but you have to be done in less than thirty minutes itâs almost your bed timeâ he say firmly.
Alisa squeals and you watch as she runs into the house.
Austinâs thumb caresses your shoulder to get your attention. âLook heâs outâ he says pointing at little Daniel comfortably resting back in his arms.
âAw look at his little cute face, do you want me to take him up?â You ask gently to be helpful.
He motions his head âNo you girls do nails and Iâll sit with him to watch the movieâ you agree to the idea just as Alisa comes bounding out of the house with a hot pink nail box kit. She slams it on the flat stone edge of the fire pit.
Austin puts his finger to his lips with a stern face shushing her because Daniel is sleeping. âSorry daddyâ she says to him softly âI got it â she says out of breath holding up the kit to you.
She puts the plastic box of nail supplies on the couch bed next to you and pops it open. Pulling out a bottle of hot pink polish âDo my nails this colorâ she says demandingly but sheâs a kid.
âIf you say pleaseâ you sweetly correct her
âPlease do my nails this color!â She asks with an impatience rising in her voice. You smile and extend your palm to her.
She places her small hand in yours as you brush the color on each of her nails. âand the stickers!â She says pulling out a roll.
You place a sticker of her choice on each nail. She looks them over excitedly âDo you like them?â You ask to make sure sheâs a happy client. She jumps up and hugs you tightly around your neck.
The squeeze shocks you and you pat her shoulder tenderly to calm her âOkay honey Iâm glad you like them.â you say pretending to sounds like you are being choked and it makes her giggle.
Austin realizes he was so invested in your encounter he wasnât watching his movie and itâs already been more than thirty minutes. âOkay itâs definitely time to head upâ he says carrying a sleeping Daniel as he clicks off all the electronics.
Alisa gathers her nail kit and holds your hand. You all head up stairs to put them in their rooms. Austin heads down the hall to Danielâs and you head to Alisas.
She does everything on her own in her fully custom princess room. She brushes her teeth, washes, her face and puts on her pajamas before climbing into her canopy bed.
You click on her unicorn night light and click off the main room light ready to head out . âCan you talk to me until I fall asleepâ she asks in her soft voice.
Itâs a big request because you have classes in the morning and you are tired but you want to bond with her so you pull up a child size hot pink princess throne and sit next to her bed.
âWhat do you want to talk about hun?â You ask holding her smaller hand in yours and tracing your thumb over her freshly painted hot pink nails.
âYoure not going to leave are you?â She asks with her timid voice.
You reassure her âI am going to go to my apartment and then Iâll come back and see you next weekend when your back from your moms.â you smile warmly as you tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
Her face suddenly saddens âmommy wants to make you go awayâ her eyes brim with tears and her lip pouts as it quivers.
âAw honeyâ you say as you pick her out of bed and place her on your lap. You pet her sandy brown hair and shush her. She begins sobbing against your chest. You pull her face back to look in her eyes. Her face is bright red with tears streaming by this point.
âAlisa honey âŠaw honey⊠sometimes people say things they donât mean.â You wipe her tears. âYou know maybe your mommy is angry because Iâm new in your life and she wants to make sure that Iâm taking the very best care of youâ you pinch her small chin. She still has a sad look in her eyes but she has stopped crying and is now sniffling.
âMommy is mad because in daddyâs phone she found pictures of you.â she says through her sniffles as she finally starts calming down.
âWhat kind of picturesâ you ask patting her shoulders comfortinglyâ
âLike pictures when you bend over?â she admits not sure what it means.
Your face goes bright red not expecting her to say that âWell yes thatâs ..um thatâs not appropriate how did you find this out sweety ?âYou ask out of pure curiosity.
âI heard mommy talking to her boyfriend that daddy is a per-vert he takes lots of pictures when you bend over. What is a per-vert?â She asks with an innocent curiosity not knowing the word.
You sigh gaining more information than you ever wanted to know. âHow about I tell you a bed time story?â You say to distract her and she nods smiling and snuggles in your arms. You begin to make up one about Princess Alisa and her hot pink unicorn that can fly to her castle in the clouds.
You are never one to pry into the affairs of your clients. You were a baby sitter for another celebrity couple, the Milanos, before his wife packed up and moved back to Italy with their triplets.
You received high recommendations from Mr. Milano to land the job with Mr. Butler due to your discretion and ability to always remain professional.
In the Milano mansion you witnessed several fights. Once Mr. Milano even backing out of his driveway drunk screaming at Mrs. Milano before he crashed into their courtyard fountain.
You took their sobbing triplets inside to avoid them having to watch their parents have another explosive outburst. You brought them to the their enormous playroom and turned on some kids follow along music until they were wiggling and dancing instead of crying.
A word about their issues never left your lips even when the paparazzi berated you with emails and bribes to be a source of information for the infamous impending Milano divorce splashed across every gossip site.
Even as you saw the exorbitant amounts being offered you knew your reputation would be diminished in the elite celebrity circle as a nanny and youâd be scrambling back to a form of lesser employment.
But as you cradled Alisa in your arms you realized this was a completely different scenario on top of the average celebrity family dramatics.
Your first divorced client may actually have a sexual interest in you.
As you finish your story you hold her close comforting her in silence. After a while her body begains to go slack. âIâm going to put you in bed now okay hun?â You say gently and she nods.
You place her in bed and pull her unicorn covers up to her chest. âPromise me youâll come backâshe asks in her sweet sleepy voice trying to keep her eyes open.
You reassure her âYes Alisa Iâm coming backâ you pet her hand.
âEven if my daddy is a per-vert like mommy says?â she asks as your brows furrow at the complication.
âAlisaâ Austinâs voice snaps from the doorway. You wonder how long heâs been there as you slightly panic. âYou shouldâve been asleep a long time ago now itâs very late and you have school in the morning next time Iâm not going to let you stay up like thisâ he says sternly.
âIâm sorry daddyâ Alisa says sleepily.
You interject âMr. Butler⊠Austin, sorry itâs my fault the nails, the girl talk bed time story I guess we just got carried away.â You say smiling weakly looking at him with newfound eyes realizing he might have a little naughty photo collection of you in his phone.
He smiles to you âNo you're fine I think she just gets really excited having you around Iâm going to make sure she goes down. Just wait for me a minute downstairs.â He says as you cross paths. He sits on Alisaâs bedside as you leave the room.
You walk down the hall but slowly enough to listen in and pry. Their voices are muffled but you distinctly hear him in his softest sweetest voice ask her âNow what were you silly girls talking about in hereâ
She loves her daddy you know sheâs going to rat. You quickly make your way down the stairs through the living room and exit the front of the house.
You enter your car and hold the steering wheel wondering if heâs going to fire you now because his daughters spilled his little secret. âUGHhh!â You exclaim because he pays you four grand just to work weekends every month with the sweetest kids on the planet.
Youâve signed an NDA but thatâs still an awkward topic to ignore especially being in close proximity with him, likely complications will arise. Youâll work for him one more weekend and ask him for a recommendation to another high status family.
You look up through the windshield to see Mr. Butler jogging out of his modern glass front estate down to your car. You roll down your window confused. âI thought you leftâ he says out of breath. âI told you to wait for me downstairsâ he says as he reaches into his pocket. âFor the overtimeâ he says handing you a small stack money. Your eyes light up as you accept it.
Counting through a thousand dollars you raise your brow as you look up at him. âMr. Butler⊠thereâs no way all of this is just for overtime.â
He slicks his hand back through his hair looking around to other houses in the distance before he looks back to you with a grin âHow about you come in tomorrow on your day off and you make it up to meâ he says slyly.
You fold the stack in your hand and bring it to your purse. âOkay if that will make us evenâ you say matter of factly.
He flashes you a charming smile âItâs a date thenâ he says stepping back from your car âAnd tomorrow call me Austinâ he says as you pull out of the driveway of his estate.
You canât quite put your finger on it but the whole interaction felt a little off. But maybe he was just nervous about what Alisa may have said to him.
If he needs your help with his sweet kids tomorrow youâre all for it. You turn up the music to play on your way home.
Make It Up to Me
The next day during your morning college course you receive a text from Austin. âCome by at 6:30pm house unlockedâ you knit your brow in confusion. Usually you arrive at 10am to help with the kids then it dawns on you itâs a weekday his kids are in school and probably have extracurriculars after so you type in âokayâ
After classes you go to the gym and work out for an hour of cardio. You like to stay fit as a baby sitter if a kid can out run you, your toast.
You take your usual Monday cycling class and leave covered in sweat. You shower and open your locker to realize because of the work schedule change you didnât pack street clothing. You left your apartment wearing your work out gear. Now instead of heading home youâre driving to Malibu.
âShitâ you say finding only a clean pair of black yoga shorts and a sports bra in your locker. âgreat job â you murmur to yourself âWear the skimpiest out fit to your employers house after you find out he probably takes photos of your assâ you roll your eyes at your luck.
Your strait laced thoughts suddenly start to slip as you try to think of when he would take the inappropriate pictures.
There was a time he had you climb a ladder in his storage room to carry down hoolah hoops for the kids. Then proceeded to have you all compete in the living room to see who was the fastest.
You were of course and he readily filmed it as you laughed trying to keep the rhythm of your hips going. His kids had already dropped theirs to the floor and were fumbling and giggling so you stopped to help them.
There was another instance when he installed a boot camp playground for his son before his birthday. He wanted you to test it out with the kids. You guys balanced on beams climbed ropes and had to shimmy on your bellyâs under ropes through a sand pit. The low angle he filmed as you crawled didnât make sense then.
Once somehow Danielâs nerf football was thrown up into his tree house and the ladder had not been repaired. The kids would be dropped off in an hour and Mr. Butler was adamant you retrieve Daniels nerf football.
He followed you to the yard down the hill to the garden infront of the large tree with the custom house built into its branches. He hoisted you up by cupping and pushing your ass to get you higher. You laughed at the embarrassing way you needed to be helped. You finally wiggled into the tree house, throwing the nerf foot ball down.
You sat on the ledge and Austin gestured you to jump down to him âplease catch me, I donât have independent health coverageâ you joked. âIf I break your bones Iâll mend them come to meâ he gestured.
You jumped off landing into his arms both falling back onto the grass. His pupils were huge as you stared down at him panting and smiling. You quickly stood up and offered him your hand.
You realize you will definitely have to keep your distance heâs already been trying you.
But you really need this job. Itâs saving your life right now he is your highest paying client by far. Your bills are paid your gym membership is renewed and you actually have a savings account.
You begin to wonder if your next employer will treat you as well and pay as much. Itâs highly doubtful
You know the kids will be there today and you can leave early with a made up excuse before they fall asleep. Even on weekends you can just plan to leave early every time and should be completely safe.
You search through your locker again trying to find anything to cover you from wearing just sports bra and shorts to his house. You find a zip up black long sleeve jacket to match.
But itâs all form fitting accentuating your ass by covering your top and leaving your legs exposed. You shake your head in annoyance, it will have to do. You donât have time to head back to because you thrive on being punctual. You tie up your hair in a pony tail and leave the gym.
You drive the route to Mr. Butlers estate with the windows rolled down listing to music. You pull up to his place at around 6:30. You walk in to the grandios living room to find the estate empty. No Austin, no kids, no maid, not anyone.
You reach in your purse and take out your phone texting Mr. Butler. âWhere is everyone?â It takes a moment but you see the little dots moving showing heâs typing back.
He texts âmovie roomâ. Youâve never been down there before.
To make sure itâs not a danger zone you text him back âkids with you?â You await his response there isnât one.
After a moment he finds you in the living room and smiles as he sees you.
âIt felt kind of weird texting you and were in the same houseâŠâ his voice trails off seeing what your wearing
You tug down your sleeve and clutch you purse closer to your body.
âSorry itâs unprofessional of me I know but Iâve never been here during a weekday and I forgot to pack the extra clothing.â
He makes a hmm sound looking you over in amusement.
âYou must work out a lot to have legs like thatâ he compliments and your face flushes.
âDonât be shy about itâ he says grinning as he walks by you to the kitchen.
Heâs wearing sweats and a black tee but youve always eyed heâs in very good shape himself. He pulls a bottle of wine tucking it under his arm and pulls two Reidel glasses out.
âCome watch a movie with meâ he says innocently.
âMr. Butler..I mean Austin, with all do respect I canât.â He eyes you mischievously.
âYou believe everything an eight year old tells you?â Your face flushes Alisa totally ratted to her daddy.
He has a knowing smile that you return because how did Mr. Butlers ex-wife even have access to his phone?
Maybe Alisaâs mom had it wrong, sometimes moms exaggerate to their kids to villainize daddy. Austin seems very kind.
He motions you to join him and this time you follow him down the stairs to the movie room. He pushes open the doors with his back and it opens to a theater space with five rows of black custom movie couches, itâs a small amphitheater.
âHoly fuckâ you say before covering you mouth cursing infront of a client. Your previous clients the Milanos movie theater fails in comparison to this.
Along the back wall he has framed posters of every movie heâs starred in. You begin walking along and inspecting each one.
He approaches you from behind and hands you a glass of wine.
âOh thank you ⊠but Iâm not allowed to drink, well Iâm legally not allowed to drink until next year .â you smile shyly as your face flushes.
The way he stares at you in disbelief makes you feel awkward.
âYouâve never even had a drink?â He asks lowering his tone.
You tuck your hair behind your ear feeling the heat rising to your face as you try to explain.
âWell I was always honor roll and very goal oriented, not much time for friends. Then I got accepted to a great college on a scholarship. My room and board is paid by it so I really only have time to do my course work, workout ,and come to your house Mr. Butler. From what I can see, drinking kind of makes people wild and crazy and dumb, anyway it never really interested me.â
He warmly smiles at you. âWell maybe they are drinking hard liquor this is wine, itâs not instant like a shot, it takes a while to build in your systemâ
âif hard liquor makes you crazy, what does wine feel like?â You ask intrigued.
âMmm like a really mellow mood, no more stress no more anxiety you can just be yourself.â He smiles.
You mull it over staring into the red liquid, thinking about how anxious you are waiting for his kids to get here already. Maybe just a glass. You lift it to sip and he gestures you not to.
âThis is a nice bottle when you drink you have to cheers to something.â He proclaims.
âOh..â you say not familiar with drinking customs. Your mind draws a blank.
His eyes squint for a minute until he catches a thought
âTo a great working relationshipâ he says and it makes you smile and cheers him clinking glasses then taking a drink. He rests his glass down âYou really are phenomenal the kids adore you by the wayâ. He admits.
You both look over at his Elvis movie poster you have been standing in front of.
âYou ever seen this?â He asks because of your age.
âNo I havenât, are you good in it?â you ask curiously and he nearly snorts his wine as he takes a sip.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
âI almost won an Oscarâ He exclaims profoundly. âThatâs what weâre gonna watch thenâ he says leaving you to set everything up in the theater.
He sits center mid row and you sit next to him on the black custom theater couch putting your purse on the table rest of your seat.
You wait as he finds the film in his catalogue with his universal remote then dims the lights. The theater is completely dark and silent.
He refills your wine glass as the credits start. Itâs a very haunting Elvis melody. Followed by a montage of him dressed as Elvis. Finally you see him âWow you look so different with black hair, you say but the theater has surround sound speakers.
He canât quite hear you so he turns the volume down. You begin divulging too much feeling a bit dizzy.
âOh Mr. Butler no I donât want to ruin the movie, you donât have to turn it down, I was just saying you look so different with black hair it really brings out your eyes. You have very pretty blue eyesâ you say staring at him a little too long in the dim lighting.
You wonder why you are suddenly turned on and shake the thought from your head. He listens to your tipsy rambling and smirks refilling your glass.
âIâve seen this movie over a dozen times Iâd rather hear you talk honestlyâ he admits glancing over at you affectionately.
The movie continues to play at a lower volume the bright flashing colors and lights are a dizzying spectacle to your eyes.
Him wearing green, him wearing pink, him jiggling his dick on the screen. âWait what?â You exclaim. As you sit up he laughs. âI swear I just saw! Oh!! You did it againâ you rest back in your chair wondering why you are becoming wet.
The movie continues and you are fully invested in every word he says. His southern drawl is resonating in your ears.
He pours you a glass one more time as the Trouble scene comes on smiling to himself. When the scene shows him on stage you are already labored breathing because he looks so good in eyeliner. As he begins to sing and then dance on the sceeen you audibly gasp.
Why is it so sexual isnât this the 50s? You watch as he kneels and rises from the floor as women in the audience on screen reach for his cock. âholy fuckâ you say out loud as you breath heavily.
You wonder if he can really do that⊠inside of you. You squirm in your seat too heavily aroused
âFuck Mr. Butler.. I mean Austinâ you say a little slurred and he pauses the movie on the scene when heâs in the cop car.
âMr.B- -Austin I didnât eat, and I worked out, and I had the wine, and now I feel really weirdâŠoh god!â you exclaim standing up from the couch âThe kids what time is it!â
He stands with you and watches as you try to steady your balance. âThe kids arenât comingâ he admits.
âWhat?!â You exclaim louder than you intended trying to focus your eyes feeling like they are vibrating.
âThe kids arenât coming because itâs a week dayâ he says looking at you as if you got the plans wrong.
You go over in your mind how he handed you the money and you try to remember his exact words âCome on your day off and make it up to meâ you realize he wants you to make it up sexually. You take a step back âOh god Mr. Butlerâ
âAustinâ he interjects
You take another step back âMr. Austin I canât - - â
He cuts you off again âJust -Austinâ he says.
Your back hits the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to avoid his alluring aura. He places his hands to the wall on either side of your head cornering you and standing so closely you can smell his cologne.
âI tried luring you in so many ways but you were just so professional you never relaxed your guard around me. But I finally figured out how to loosen you up.â He says with a smile.
He stares into your eyes with a burning intensity wanting to watch your reaction as he admits it
âA pinch of ecstasy in a full glass of wine.â He smirks
âWhat!â You exclaim in shock that heâs already drugged you.
He smiles âA good girl like you wouldnât even know what was happening to her.â He confesses with an alluring smile.
He lowers his head next to your ear âWhy do you think youâre having so much fun?â he whispers to you as a strange sensation falls over your body.
He smiles against your ear and hovers his mouth over your neck fanning your sensitive skin as he speaks "You didn't leave me another way to have you.....itâs a shame I had to make it this way." He says as he licks his tongue in a trail along your neck.
You go weak and cover with chills as he starts to kiss and suck your neck making your body begin to tingle all over especially between your legs. It suddenly makes sense why the movie colors were so vivid and you felt shocks to your core that made you wet every second he was on screen.
You have fallen in to his trap.
Your breathing increases and you weakly put your hands on his firm chest trying to stop him but it's in vain. You can't fight the effect he has over you. The wine and the ecstasy make you completely surrender to his touch, you want more of him as he wants more of you.
He reaches his hand between your legs and presses his fingers against your pussy. It radiates pulses of pleasure throughout your entire body. A small moan escapes your lips. âYour fucking soaked â he says looking at his wet fingertips.
You grab his hand placing it back to your aching pussy wanting him to touch you more you are craving it but he smirks.
He brings his hand up to your throat placing it gently there instead gazing directly into your eyes knowing he has complete control to pervert you to his wishes.
âI never took a good girl Ike you to be such a slutâ he teases and you whimper. âGo on beg your boss to touch you like a slutâ he commands.
You slowly muster up the words âplease⊠touch meâ
You feel his hard cock press across your thighs instead making your core clench
âIs that what you want?" He asks leaning in to suck onto your neck again.
âYes! Please Mr.Butler touch meâ your desperate tone makes his cock harder.
"What did I tell you about my name?" He asks rubbing his hand against your pussy.His touch sends shocks of pleasure radiating through your body distracting you from saying his name
"A-Austin!!" you finally cry out.
"Youâre so cock drunk you can't even form words" he says smiling in amusement as he kisses his way up your neck to your lips.
He takes you into an erotic kiss gaining instant access to your wanting mouth. He glides his tongue in and twirls it against yours while devouring your lips. He pulls you from the wall back into the aisle and pushes you down on the couch breaking his kiss and making you lay flat.
He holds your legs up pulling the band of your shorts to peel them off of you with your panties, leaving you half naked.
He climbs on top of you settling between your legs. His eyes are full of lust as you see them roam your body. He slowly unzips your jacket exposing your body in your sports bra.
"Fuck you look incredible" he says trailing his hand down your stomach.
His left hand hooks his thumb into your sports bra pulling it up enough to let your tits out of their confinement. He gets his phone out of his pocket and takes a photo with flash.
You turn away as it hurts your sensitive eyes. Any dignity you had left was shattered as soon as he took the compromising photo.
âPlease delete it Austin!â you beg him with your entire career on the line if he shows anyone.
"Delete it?â He smirks âNo, Iâm gonna use it blackmail you into doing whatever I desire, and if you deny me itâll be posted anonymously so everyone will know what a slut you really areâ he confesses.
âAustin please Iâll do what ever you say please donât post the photoâ you beg him almost in tears the photo would ruin you.
He smiles and squeezes one of your full tits then the other. He tugs at your nipples making you gasp âOur little secret thenâ He says enamored, he finally has you at his mercy.
Suddenly you feel him slowly sink two of his fingers in your tight cunt. He starts to pump them in pulling against a hard ridge inside that makes your hips buck up.
"Austin!" you moan out as he sends shock of pleasure all over your body.
Your core gets tighter as he continues to finger you massaging your tight walls. You are heavily panting feeling the release of so many endorphins firing at once from the ecstasy.
Austin notices the way your legs tremble as your walls flutter against his fingers, youâre going to cum. He increases his pace enjoying his wet knuckles smacking against your folds as you moan.
"Austin please don't stop!" you plead as you start to climax. He places his other hand across your pelvis pressing down and using his thumb to circle your clit.
You are high pitched moaning with your core so tight it feels like it will snap.
âCum for meâ he commands and you clutch his wrist feeling how he shoves his finger inside of you as your orgasm.
You deeply moan as sparks explode in your core and radiate through your body. He continues to finger you into aftershock until your back archâs from the couch as you cry out for him . Then he slows to a stop.
âI know, I knowâ he says cooing at you as he caresses your jaw. It was an intense orgasm you are panting and shivering trying to regain your breath. You rest your head back on the couch in a daze.
The ecstasy in your system has increased your arousal to its peak you have lost all control over your body.
You watch Austin pull a condom from his pocket and tear it open. He reaches in the band of his sweats and releases his thick cock.
âOh god..." you say in a shock because he is so well endowed
"Such a slut for letting your new boss fuck you like this" He says as he smiles at you. He presses the condom to the head of his cock and carefully rolls it down his shaft. He sees you eyeing his every movement.
"Just a condom on the first time. In the application you sent in it said you are not on birth control, but weâre gonna fix that" he confesses.
Your eyes widen in shock as you whimper. You gave up so much information on your hiring form most that didnât even pertain to the job. He knows: What college you go to, where your parents live, all of your social media handles, even your time of the month, among so many other things. He has it all thought out and trapped you officially.
âWhen Mr. Milano referred you to me, I was shocked heâd ever give you up , but with his divorce⊠no more kids no more babysitter.â He smiles âYou were the hottest thing Iâd ever seen. The picture he sent of you innocently smiling in your tennis outfit at his house.I pleasured myself to your photo right there at my bathroom sink.â He gazes lustfully between your legs âand now I finally get to try your sweet pussyâ
You let out a moan as he settles between your legs and parts your thighs wider. He rests his chest to yours and aims his cock for your entrance. As he penetrates you grip his shoulders and cry out from the piercing of his size.
"MMm my good girl taking my cock so well..-fuck-..your so tight" he says as you gasp for air feeling the stretch. He slowly makes you take every inch of him until itâs too painful.
"Itâs too much A-austin! Too m-much!!" you plead as your eyes well with tears and your nails dig into his shoulders.
You don't think you can handle it as you start to feel how big his cock is.
"Be a good girl and take it all for me" he says as he trusts himself deep sinking in all the way to your core. Your back arcs but no sound escapes your throat from the pain as the ecstasy amplifies it.
He works into you your stunned body at a gentle pace âDonât worry pretty girlâŠthe pain will subside ⊠and you will like it.â he reassures you and plants kisses on your neck to distract you as he thrusts into you stretching your tight walls. After a moment his words are true the pain transforms into pleasure and he hears your sweet moans in his ears.
He puts his left hand on your hip increasing his thrusts pushing his deepest to hit your cervix. He turns your head exposing the other side of your neck to kiss and suck your most vulnerable spot creating a bruise.
He pins your hands above your head and tilts his hips thrusting at a deeper angle and increasing your moans. His hips begin smacking into yours as you cry out on each one of his thrusts.
âAustin Iâm so closeâ you admit in passion.
âGonna make you cum with meâ he breaths increases his speed until heâs wracking your body with his plows.
âIâm gonna cum!â You yell making his cock twitch. He groans as he pumps you full of his seed. He grips your shoulders for leverage and pushes even deeper. You both moan in unison as you orgasm.
He finishes panting heavily above you staring into your eyes. He is thoroughly satisfied and already wants to feel every ridge of your walls without a condom.
You look back up at him as you regain your breath, it was the best sex you ever had.
âIâm gonna pull out nowâ he says and you nod as he slides his shaft back until his cock head slips out. You both moan from the loss of contact. He slowly stands from the couch and pulls the condom off of his cock until it snaps. He fixes his sweats and discards the condom in a lined bin.
You quickly find your panties and your shorts and pull them back on then you stand and zip up your sports jacket. Austin raises the lights to brighten the room as he turns all the other settings in the movie theater off with his universal remote.
âEarlier when you mentioned you didnât eat I wanted to feed you. Can I feed you nowâ He asks over his shoulder.
You collect your purse. âNo I think Iâll just go home.â You say nervously. He turns to look at you then.
âI want you to stayâ he offers but you shy away âAustin I have classes in the morning I really wasnât planning for âŠall of thisâ
He approaches you slowly tucking his finger under your chin. He sees in your eyes you are too drunk to even leave his estate.
He smirks knowing youâll have to stay the night and heâs going to enjoy you again and again. He also has something he can give you that will always get his way with you.
âHow much do I owe you for baby sitting me thenâ he asks slyly looking away to retrieve his phone. He opens the app to transfer money directly to your account. He leaves the number space blank as he hands it to you.
You look up at him knowing it was the best sex of your life but the way he corrupted the situation and controls you with it. You decide to go all in, typing in the number you want and handing it back to him. Double your monthly salary.
His eyes light up in amusement and he immediately hits send. You are well worth it. He wants you more and he quickly thinks of a way to get you to stay during the week.
Your phone alerts the transfer is complete and your stomach jumps in excitement looking at the amount in your banking app. He smiles seeing how happy you are.
As your eyes meet he gazes at you lustfully âFor that amount youâll have babysit me for the rest of the week then.â He admits.
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Hiii!! I saw that you wrote for Georgie Cooper from you Sheldon and I was wondering if you would write for him again đ Can I get Georgie with a latina gf that loves to cook, whenever she goes over to his house she's always bringing food from her culture (I'm Mexican so Mexican food ofc) .
Culture Cooking
I am not Latina so I hope I wrote this correctly đ€ and a very short request in my opinion but I hope you still enjoy
Coming out of Missyâs room that used to be Georgieâs old bedroom, I had decided to get up early and make the family breakfast. I had stayed the night after my date with her older brother, and we didnât get back till really late, so she said I could sleep over in her room. Walking down the small hallway and into the kitchen, I got lost in thought, thinking of the ingredients that I needed. I have been bringing over some spices and stuff when I would come over here. I loved cooking for Georgie, and he always seemed to enjoy my family's food. âHeyâŠuh what are you doing up this early?â
Whipping my head around away from the stove I saw Georgie stumbling his way into the kitchen. âOh hey. I thought Iâd make the family my kind of breakfast.â
âSweet.â He smiled sitting down at the table watching me go back to cooking. My family had moved to Texas after my father got a new job here being the assistant principal.
One day after I was leaving from English class I had been walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into Georgie. All of our notebooks went flying and thatâs how we met basically. Turning the oven off I put the whole meal together on a plate and slid it across the table to him. âI present to you one of my families favorite things to eat for breakfast.â
âWoah this smells really good.â Georgie gave me praise picking up his fork and dove right in. He took a big bite making the same noise he does whenever his Meemaw makes brisket for dinner that he loves.
Georgie stared at me with a mouth full of food. âSo whatâs in this?â
âLetâs see itâs a fried tortilla topped with salsa. And thereâs eggs, pulled chicken, cream cheese and bean included inside it too.â I chuckled sitting down and taking some bites out of the one I had made for myself with him.
Georgie took a few minutes to finish his food wiping some sauce that was left on his plate. I bite my lip trying not to laugh at seeing some cream in his hair where I moved one hand up wiping it away. âAwe dang it! I guess you are a really good cook if I get it in my hair.â He chuckled back at me.
âYeah suppose so.â I responded moving our plates off the table hearing someone else entering the kitchen seeing it was Missy.
She squealed hugging me by the waist. âHi Y/n. What did you make for breakfast?â
âShe made a fried tortilla.â Her older brother said forking some more from the pan onto his plate.
Missy gave me a confused look. âA fried tortilla?â
âYes but itâs actually called Chilaquiles.â I told her before she sat down and I made her a plate of her own.
Georgie finished his second plate putting his plate up in the sink then came over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me closer to his chest with that same cheeky grin. âEven if I canât pronounce your food half the time. Youâre still a really good cook. Everybody in the family enjoys it. So thank you for this and all the other meals.â
âYouâre welcome, Georgie. I always love cooking for yâall.â Draping my arms over his shoulders I grinned up at him kissing him slowly where he tightened his hands around me deepening the kiss.
He moved one hand into my hair and the other on my waist. We weâre getting caught up in the kiss that we almost wound have gone further if it wasnât for his sister being in the kitchen with us. âEww. If I knew you two were going to kiss after you ate I would have eaten my breakfast in front of the tv.â Missy made a look of discomfort.
âAwe Iâm sorry Missy. I canât help if heâs a good kisser and likes my food at the same time.â I shrugged my shoulders with him draping an arm over my shoulder so I laid my head on his shoulder since he was slightly taller than I was.
Georgie looped our hands together sending me a smirk. âBest of both words, my darling. Youâre pretty awesome Y/n.â
âStop being cute or Iâm gonna barf my food.â She whined at us with her tounge sticking out.
I gasped remembering that their parents were already at work for the day so that left Sheldon in our care. Snapping my fingers at Missy I questioned his twin sister worried he needed to eat. âMissy, go tell your brother that I made breakfast.â
âSheldon, Y/n made breakfast!â She spun around in her seat hollering towards their bedroom causing me and her older brother to start cracking up in laughter. Squeezing Georgieâs hand in mine I always enjoyed anytime I got to cook for this family.
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How would the Ghouls & Copia manhandle you when youâre being naughty?
Prompt by the illustrious @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus
NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.
Copia:
At first, he doesnât realize why youâre doing what youâre doing
But then he puts the pieces together, and it makes his hands twitch
He makes you lay across his knees, never needing to ask more than once
Heâs going to spank you with his gloved hands
He makes you count each one
âHow many was that?â
âFive.âÂ
âYouâre not counting properly, either that or youâre lying intentionally. I have no idea why youâd do such a thing.â
âIâd never say less with the intention of you giving me more on purpose.â
âIâm beginning to think these punishments arenât working on you anymore, amore. Letâs try something else...â
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Swiss:
Wonât hesitate to put you on a leash when you step out of line
When a leash wonât work heâll resort to other methods
Ties. You. Down.
He will step back to admire his handiwork on you, after a moment of staring he forgets your transgressions because of how good you look tied up
Heâs lost in the sauce
âSweet fucking hells, youâve never looked better.â
The gag in your mouth keeps you from speaking.
âRemind me, what were you doing that was so bad earlier?â
âHrmph - â The sound was muffled.
âShhh, donât talk with your mouth full. Now just stay right there.â
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Phantom:
When you act up, it flips a switch in his brain
Picks you up with ease from the side, lifting you bridal style into his arms
The tightness of his grip on you speaks volumes to his possessivenessÂ
He scans for an unoccupied room, hells, even a dark corner to take you
He needs you immediately and he knows you need him just as badly
âOh youâve done it now, youâve got my attention, so letâs go.â
âPhantom, slow down!â
âNo. You fired me up now you can bring me back down.â He sets you down once youâre behind closed doors. âOn your fucking knees.â
You kneel in front of him, eager to please him after misbehaving.
âOh fuck, yes, such a good girl, just like that.â
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Dewdrop/Sodo:
Misbehaving is a broad term to this ghoul, in fact, he likes when youâre naughty
Except when you give any attention to his brothers
Now that is a sure-fire way to pour gasoline on his flames
He comes up behind you when you least expect it (see where this is going?)
His long fingers wrap around your throat, pressing intentionally on your arteries, your head swooning in seconds
âDonât go all limp on me yet.â
âBut, Dew -â you whimper.
âCome on, you know exactly what you do to me. It was intentional, wasnât it?â
âYes.â
âGood. Now Iâm going to be very intentional with you. Iâm not letting you out of my sight the rest of the night.â
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Rain:
He has infinite patience, at least until you vex him
And boy howdy, once youâve crossed that bridge youâd better be prepared
Thereâs a determined look in his eye as he stalks towards you
He grabs your wrist, and even if you try to pull away, itâs impossible, his grip strength is too much
He drags you with him through the nearest corridor to a quiet space
âYouâre going to be nice and quiet now for me.â
âWhat if I donât want to?â
âThen Iâll make you.â
His hand clamps over your lips shockingly fast, leaving you a thin line to breathe from your nose.
âI love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine. Donât like it when I match your energy? Donât misbehave.â
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Mountain:
Sits and watches stoically as you make a fool out of yourselfÂ
Doesnât need to say anything
Doesnât need to do anything, but he does
He easily scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder
He could spank you from here, but he prefers his partner underneath him (If you know what I mean)
âYou do have to do all of that to get my attention, you know.â He plops you on his bed, climbing on top of you.
âI know, but maybe Iâm looking for bad attention.â
âYeah?â
You whine and writhe underneath him as he smacks (not hard) the thickness of your outer thigh.
âThatâs what you want? Just ask next time, little villainess.â
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Just da bois this time, but if youâd like me to include the ghoulettes pls just comment, Iâm happy to oblige a fellow ghoulette lover! ( *âœïžŸ)
Ghoulette Version Here!
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