#Ree writes

[sarahreesbrennan]

Goodbye, September!

Being Barnes & Noble’s SFF Book of the Month meant getting to sign piles of books wherever I went, having LONG LIVE EVIL in windows, seeing cool displays and my fabulous poster, having a wonderful event with the lovely Rachel Gillig, seeing other books on my Evil Table - it was especially thrilling when I saw books that were inspirations for LONG LIVE EVIL (shouted out in my acknowledgments!) like Scott Lynch’s Lies of Locke Lamora, anything Leigh Bardugo, Spinning Silver and THE PRINCESS BRIDE ON MY TABLE DO YOU SEE IT.

I’m mostly a text girl on my tumblr, but it was a wonderful time. Overwhelming (I was a slug with the amnesia for a week there) but wonderful. I was really sure, after cancer and losing many professional friends and contacts and after people in publishing TOLD me I was done, that I was done. I am so grateful to see Evil being embraced, to my publisher and my readers for giving me a chance. Publishing is a strange game, and it’s early days yet. This could all fall through. Sometimes you go into strange worlds for one brief adventure and sometimes they become home. But I want to be very joyful, even if just for a moment.

(Also yes I stole a book trolley and ran around B&N Union Square. That’s not important at this time.)

LONG LIVE EVIL has been on US bestseller lists for 4 weeks.

Farewell, September. Farewell, Evil Tables. You were a hell of a birthday month. I’ll miss you. I’m happy you happened.

[stuffedfullbabe]

part 4 or 5 of the Catheter posts. (as gender neutral sub and male dom. can be anything tho)

You and your partner have been testing the limits as to how much you can hold. By drinking various diuretics', copious amounts of water, limiting your intake, drinking a mix of water and your partners piss as well as filling your own bladder with warm water, cold water and saline over time. All to say that you can now hold quite a bit.

You and your partner have planned to drive across the country (US) to visit some friends and see the sights of small towns and large cities that you've never visited. The first leg of the trip is a 9 hour drive, you two had planned not to take any stops unless the driver needed a break. You both had filled the car with stuff a day prior, so only your backpacks and a few personal items were left. You had a few days of not holding leading up to this, just to keep your bladder strong - but you were forced into wearing a rather large plug during that time.

What you hadn't planned for was your partner not letting you pee in the morning. As the two of you raced around the house, grabbing final things you moved towards the bathroom "Nope! We don't have time." your partner said, pulling you out of the house and into the car. "If you really need to go when we get to the first rest stop in two hours then sure but after that we aren't stopping!" You were thankful that you did not need to go very badly, but you knew that you needed some relief at the rest stop.

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At the rest stop, the two of you got food and you waited for your partner to use the bathroom. You went in with them and they pulled you into one of the stalls, making you sit on the toilet. "just go already" your partner mumbled as they opened the backpack on their back. You go, feeling your bladder finally empty - however after a moment you feel something slide into place. You look down to see your partner has just slid a catheter line into your bladder. This was nothing new for you, but you did not expect them to bring any on the drive.

"I don't want to stop again in another two hours, knowing your bladder. Deal with it." they whispered, thankful that only you two were in there. Once the balloon on the inside of you bladder was inflated, to ensure nothing came out - your partner pulled out a funnel and attached it to the line coming out of you. "I never said I was going to use the bathroom properly did I?" they had a mischievous look on their face before they began peeing into the funnel. You watched in mild shock and horror as your once empty bladder filled - your partner must have been holding all night for it to get this full. Their piss filled you to just under half capacity.

You whimpered as they plugged the line back up and slapped your bladder. "This isn't coming out till we get to the hotel." You nodded and pulled your underwear back on, then your pants , before leaving the bathroom.

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Two hours later, and you are ahead of schedule, the nine hour drive is now a seven hour drive and your nearly halfway there. You reach the halfway point's 'on the go' station. You wait with anticipation, wondering if your partner - now dom - will use you again or what. Your partner parks the car in the furthest corner of the parking lot. Furthest from the road and building. They got out of the car and headed to the back door behind yours, pulling out a Gatorade and passing it to you, while also grabbing another bottle of water for themselves. Since the first rest stop, they've drank through three of the 20 pack of water bottles. You watch as they wiggle a bit while putting their water in the middle console. They close the door and wander back over to you, opening your door.

"Pants down. I need to pee." You do as they say and pull out the same funnel. You stay sitting and watch as their piss flows directly into your bladder, wincing when it hits capacity. They haven't stopped peeing though. You whine as they keep going, letting everything out - and finally it stops. You watch as they plug you right back up. "My, look at that. Your bladder looks like a little balloon!" You look down to see that yes, your bladder is bursting and is visibly puffing outwards. Your partner watches as your slowly pull your clothes back on and they buckle you in, making sure that the seat belt only gets tighter the more you move.

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You finally reach the hotel, Your bladder hurts, your whimpering as the car goes over a speed bump and through a pothole. Finally the car has stopped. "We're at the hotel baby" your partner says lovingly "You've got a bit of this Gatorade left. How about you chug it now and then we can go in. I'll give you the room key so that you can head up first, but you cant go pee okay? If you have the urge just go while your alone, come back down to me and I'll hold your hand until were done okay?"

You agree and go ahead to the room. You check the room out - queen bed and a small desk. There's a bar fridge, a coffee machine and the bathroom is huge. Also the wall separating the bathroom and the room is half frosted glass, half clear glass. You can see into the bathroom. You whimper as you spot the toilet through the frosted glass. 'No I must be good! I can wait' you mumble to yourself as you carefully get up from the bed and check out the bathroom. Despite your mind yelling at you to go pee, you find yourself ignoring it, instead staring at the rainfall shower. It looked soooo nice!!! A shower in that after holding for so long??? a dream!

You take one last glance at the toilet before walking out of the bathroom and back to the bed. You sit on it carefully, being very conscious of your massive bladder. Your partner/dom enters the room with a few of your things, just clothes, some snack and drinks and toiletries. They look at you, noticing that your bladder really is showing. "The lady at the front desk asked me if you were pregnant. I had to say yes. Honestly baby, you look pregnant. Have you seen yourself?" they say, pulling you to your feet, not caring about being gentle. You whine at the sudden movement but see how massive your bladder really is. The floor to ceiling mirror shows your massive bladder sticking out, bulging forwards -when your dom lifts your shirt you can see its a little red.

"Your so cute" your dom whispers "So full for me. So much piss inside you that isn't even yours to begin with." they practically groan. You whimper as they begin to massage your massive bladder, a simple press would have made you burst if not for the catheter line. They press harder, feeling that your bladder really is rock solid. They begin rubbing and pressing lightly on your bladder - all while their other hand is groping your body. You barely notice as they pull your clothes off you - till they harshly tug you into the bathroom. Your eyes water as they press you to the wall of the shower, your bladder being compressed by the wall.

You begin to cry and beg to pee when they release you. They turn the shower on and look you in the eyes "Ill take the catheter out if you can hold it until the line is out ok?" You nod and let them take it out, squeezing your whole body until its out "You can go baby." You try to and you find you cant, you whine as you keep trying. You partner sighs and presses on your bladder, finally emptying you. They leave the shower for second to grab the shower stool and place you on it "There you go, let it all out."

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You wake up a few hours later in the comfy bed, in your pajamas and with a completely empty bladder "Ill be easy on you tomorrow. We are here for another day or two." You cuddle into your partner and fall asleep

[shinischis]

"Favourite"

"What brings you here?" Shinichi's question is simple and short as he steps further onto the roof and sits beside KID. He has his suspicions on why the thief had randomly decided to just come onto the roof of the agency, but he wanted to see what KID would say.

"I just wanted to see my favourite detective" KID's grin is as sweet as honey, but it doesn't make Shinichi fully relax yet, and he just glances over to find the thief playing with a 5 yen coin, making it disappear and reappear with a flick of his wrist, and it's one of the few things that Shinichi just can't seem to figure out how KID does them.

“Since when was I your favourite?” Shinichi muttered after a moment, looking away from the thief, fiddling with the straps of his shoes in stead. KID hums, he's pretending to think, Shinichi knows he's just acting, but doesn't say anything about it, deciding to watch and go along with whatever the thief had in mind for now.

“Since day one. I'm loyal to my Meitanteis” KID says with a nod to himself, as if looking proud and confident at what he admitted, and it makes Shinichi scoff, moving his fingers to play with the top of his socks peeking above his shoes.

“Just how many detectives do you like?” Shinichi asks, not because he's curious or anything, he could care any less about who KID likes and hates, but he just wants to make some sort of conversation.

“Just you, Tantei-kun. This other guy I know is pretty annoying” KID answers, and Shinichi glances up and notices KID's smile, it's nice to see, it doesn't look like that grin he puts on during his heists, maybe it's genuine, but Shinichi could never be too sure, especially when it's around KID because who knows what's an illusion and what's real. “Am I your favourite thief?”

“No” Shinichi answers immediately with no hesitation, he doesn't want to give KID the reactions he wants, not in a million years.

[deepdisireslonging]

A Throne Fit for a Queen

The Reader escapes her own birthday with her lover to see what gift he’s hidden away for her. They put it to use, learning together only the beginning of its capabilities.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, sex chair, oral (female receiving), creampie, cw Food mention

Word Count: 2500

Note: Happy birthday to my writing bestie, @neversatisfiedgirl! This was going to be a quick smutty fluffy ficlet… and then I fell down a research hole. Happy reading!

It had been a well-meant gesture. Kenny had planned everything. Had been since the beginning of the year, seemingly more excited for your birthday than you or your own mother. We’re talking the venue, the cake, the pile of presents in one corner. And what felt like hundreds of your closest friends and family from across multiple wrestling companies. All gathered together for you. The extravagance awed you.

“I just completed another orbit around the sun. I’m not retiring,” you muttered under your breath. Still, a smile wasn’t far off as you watched the master of ceremonies pelt Damian with a series of streamers, hopelessly entangling his victim. You giggled behind your hand as Rhea tried to help him out.

Then warm hands slid around your middle. A lingering kiss nestled into the curve of your neck. When you hummed and leaned into the strong torso behind you, a growl answered.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“As if anyone else would dare to hold me like this.” You turned in his arms, draping your own across his shoulders to play with the short hairs at the base of his neck. “Finn, darling, what are you up to?”

He pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t wish my best girl a happy birthday?”

“I suppose.” You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip. “Your best girl, huh? How many girls you got in reserve there, Cassanova?”

“Ha. Ha.” He gave your hips a squeeze. “Just one. Even if I tried to have other girls, they’d always be jealous about how much time and affection I lavish on you.”

“Good to hear.”

Finn smiled into the kiss you gave him, smirking when a few whistles and hoots tried to distract him. “Looks like this party’s in full swing. Would you like your present before Kenny pulls us back into the fray?”

You rolled your eyes. “You already gave me my presents. They were lovely. I really don’t need anything-“

“I know. But,” he bobbled his head with a sparkle in his eye, “I’ve got something else that I hope you can use year-round.”

Intriguing. All of his other presents had been wonderful. Just what you wished for. Apparently, he had been keeping a list whenever you mentioned needing or wanting something, and taking note of things you let linger through your hands while out shopping. You wondered what this one could be, and when you had wished for it. “What is it?”

“Do. You. Want. Your. Present?”

With a big sigh, you dragged out your answer, “yes.”

Off to one side, a flash of red hair darted behind Kevin Owens. A slice of cake splattered all over his face a second later. You’d have to find out later if it was Becky or Sami from one of the closer witnesses. If anyone hazarded to squeal. Finn used the distraction to his advantage. He took hold of your wrist, deftly dragging you through the crowd of laughing and partying guests, until you made the escape to a back hallway. Like a child about to get into infinite trouble, he looked both ways before crashing through a door with you.

The lighting was dim. But candles flickered all around the small space that was probably nothing more than a large closet.

“How-“

Finn cut off your question with a smoldering kiss that made your knees wobble. “Kenny asked me for tips about celebrating you, of course. Originally planned today as a surprise party-“

“Oh, dear-“

“Exactly. But I talked him out of it. And set up my own party space while he was directing everyone else.” His hands lingered up your sides, leaving tingling, hot trails in their wake. You whimpered into his mouth as his touch toyed with the flowy hem of your party dress. “Liking everything so far?”

“Mhmm.” You caught his bottom of lip between your teeth, sucking on it till he pulled himself away to bury his face in your cleavage. “So… I get to use you year-round?”

“Mhmm.”

Then you caught sight of what was in the center of the room. You had wondered if a “pinned-to-the-wall” quickie was the present. Not that it was a bad thing, but not usually Finn’s detailed style. But the centerpiece, that made a lot more sense. How in the world had he gotten that thing in here without anyone noticing?

Finn felt your breath stutter under his ministrations. He followed your gaze. “Oh, yes. That. You are always welcome to use me all year, but I figured maybe you could use and be used on something ornate enough to enthrone my Queen.”

It was a King Edward chair. You knew the one. Designed for the “playboy prince” of the Victorian era. Scholars still didn’t know all the positions that could be accomplished on it. Now that you had your own, and a willing partner to experiment with, maybe you could find out. Already your imagination was swirling with the possibilities. How Finn could take you with you spread across it. Or vise versa. Whereas the original was in white and gold with floral cushions, this one was black and silver with red cushions. The perfect private throne for a Demon King or his Queen.

But Finn wasn’t letting you move. He sank to his knees, pinning you against the door by your hips while his head disappeared under your dress. You covered your mouth as his nose pressed into the front of your sensible undergarments. He nipped your inner thigh for it.

“Everyone’s at the party. No one around to hear you.” With a chuckle, he peeked out from under the fabric. “Unless we really get into it.” From one kneecap to the next, he placed a gentle kiss on your skin. “Don’t hold back, m'aingeal. It’s your day and I want you to feel everything.”

You nodded, letting your hand drop to his hair. With the other, you held back your skirt to watch what he was doing to you. With a pleased hum, he again pressed his nose into your sex, nudging about before catching the fabric waistband with his teeth. His nails and teeth lightly scraped against your skin as he desperately worked to bare you to him. The sight of your slick made him ferocious. He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder. Then, he really began to work. Tongue and fingers. Humming and sucking. You leaned your head back against the door, panting and doing your best not to thrust into his face.

All the while, you could see the chair. A pleasurable threat. A dangerous promise.

“Getting close, féileacán?”

You were. But all you could do was moan an affirmation. Your release was approaching. Fluttering nearer with each curl of his fingers, or jolting you with a nip to your thigh.

He added another digit to the ones already stretching you out. Then, when his mouth enveloped you, you fell apart. Your fingers shakily dug into his scalp, making him groan and prolong your pleasure with the vibrations. Those vibrations told hold of your whole body. Your lungs quaked in their cage next to your frantically beating heart, aiding the spotting of your vision. Your other hand dropped your skirt, reaching above you to claw against the door. You were aware of his movements to bring you down slowly, and to bring himself back into the flickering light. But mostly you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Then he was kissing at the underside of your jaw. He smeared your skin with the essence he had just drawn from you.

“We-“ you licked your lips, “we need to go back-“

“Do you really think I was going to show you your present… and then not use it with you at least till one orgasm? Oh, leanbh,” he tugged on your waist, “we’re just getting started.”

That promise dragged a whimper from your soul.

But once you stood in front of the chair, you had to wonder: how were you supposed to… mount this thing? Tilting your head, you considered a few ways. Maybe if you climbed up on it first, you could rotate to lay on your back?

You had just leaned over it to do just that when Finn flicked up the back of your skirt and began to knead the globes of your seat.

“Forget that iced monstrosity out there,” he gave your ass a slap, “I’ve got the sweetest treat right here.”

Another few slaps helped you up, where you could turn to lay on your back. The foot rests (stirrups?) did help you keep your position instead of sliding off. But they also arched your legs *way* open. Finn’s brilliant blue eyes were enraptured by the sight. Unblinking, he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Like a moth to a flame, he drew closer until the bulge trapped in his jeans was close enough for your sex to feel the heat. He took hold of the grips standing up next to your ribs. His knuckles turned white, the only evidence how much this man was holding back from blowing his load from the view alone.

You sat up. And reached for his front button. His hands met yours there. Together, you raced to release his cock into the open. When it finally sprung free, he gave a gasp of relief. The eagerness of it, warm and stiff in your hand, made your mouth water. But leaned over you, making sure to place your hands on the grips firmly enough to tell you that you needed to hang on.

Murmuring filthy Irish curses under his breath, he toyed with you further by sliding his cock through your slick. The head bumped your clit from time to time, making you whine.

“Please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Of course not, Love. I just- hmm. I can’t get enough of you being so wet for me. So ready. Making those sounds of yours. Calling out for me like you do when you beg. But you’re right. I can’t make the birthday girl wait.”

Inch by glorious inch, he filled you. You fully leaned back into the chair, hanging onto the grips for dear life. When he was fully seated within you, and panting with the feel of you around his length, his own hands joined yours on the grips. Thankfully, he started slow. You would have flown apart instantly at that angle if he’d pounded into you immediate like he wanted to. Faintly you could hear the music of the party still going on beyond the walls. But soon, all you could focus on hearing was the slapping of Finn’s hips colliding with yours. His grunts and gasps as he speared deeper and deeper. Your own cries and jumbled words as you pleaded with him to move one way or the other. And the creaking of the chair. The faster he went, the more his hands slid down the grips until they rested over yours. That slightest contact of skin dazzled you.

“Please, please, please-“

Whatever you were begging for, Finn answered in full force. It didn’t take long, despite feeling like you’d been dangling on the edge of a precipice for an eternity, before Finn’s thrusts stuttered. He reached for your clit, thumbing over it until you were weeping his name. He watched, enraptured, as you came apart. Chest heaving. Hair plastered around your forehead. And he watched your lips murmuring like he was waiting.

Your grip on the bars faltered as he kept moving, chasing his own release. “Come on, mo rí diabhal. Fill me, possess me, like only you can-“

With a roar, he did just that. He pumped all he had to give into you. When he was finally spent, he fell over you, his head resting on your breasts.

Again, the distant drifting of the party sounds found you. And, despite the incredible desire to stay just where you were, curling your fingers into his hair, you eventually made the first move to leave. He groaned, irritated when he had to pull himself out of you. He fixed his pants, but stood in the way of your dismount. You cradled his head to your shoulder, wondering if he could still smell the post-orgasmic kiss he gave you earlier.

“We need to go back.”

“Yeah.”

“We smell like sex.” You shot him a playful frown when he seemed unperturbed. “What are going to tell people when they ask where we’ve been?”

“The truth.” He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you couldn’t avoid his gaze. “I had to give the birthday girl her present.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Oh? Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And if they ask what the present was?” You gripped his wrist, but he refused to budge.

“We’ll tell them, ‘what do you think’ and leave it at that.” He quickly kissed you before letting you go. “You don’t think I’d tell them about our new toy, did you?” He helped you off the chair and back into your panties, not missing an opportunity to feel you up again. “I would never. It’s our secret. Though we’ve got to end this shindig quick. I’m not through with you.”

You rolled your eyes, starting to wonder who the present was actually for. “No?”

“Not in the slightest. And it’s portable. I’m thinking about attaching wheels to the bottom so we can move it around.”

You startled. Then grinned. “It might look a little odd… rolling this thing around the airport.” You giggled when his surprised face matched yours at what he had insinuated.

“I was thinking-“ his voice cracked. After clearing his throat he tried again, “I was thinking about moving it to different rooms in the house.” He stepped close, once again pinning you to the door so he could whisper in your ear. “Perhaps tie you down to it. Cover those pretty eyes of yours so you’re disorientated. Only able to think about what I’ll do to you.” He snickered and stepped back. “But I like the way you think. Maybe I can borrow someone’s jet sometime and really take you higher than the mile-high club. Remember that flight to Toronto?”

Your pussy threatened to gush again with the memory. “Maybe.”

A wicked gleam filled his gaze. “Then let’s finish up this party quick so I can get you home.”

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Masterlist

Wrestling Masterlist

Other Finn Fics:

Fright Club (Fluff)

The Forbidden Door (Stripper!Balor, Smut)

Dangerous (Smut) [Prince Devitt]

[zumicho]

!! 📣

off the charts & panorama are probably gonna be my last haikyuu smaus for awhile, I’ll be writing them for jjk & bsd soon <3

although, hq fic series’ & oneshots will continue !!

[heavyhitterheaux]

My upcoming fics for the Joe girlies 🤭🤭

Meet Me At The Altar

Flowers (Joe Burrow and Jack Harlow)

Always Be My Baby

If Your Girl Only Knew

Give Your Heart a Break

[winterkittenreads]

Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan

Absolutely devoured this book. I could see influences from Korean 'I got reincarnated as the villainess' style manhwa, and it was SO WELL COMBINED WITH SARAH REES BRENNAN CRACK HUMOR. I cackled, I cried; I'M READY FOR BOOK 2.

Thank you so much for writing this, @sarahreesbrennan. Before reading your author's note, I didn't know you had spent years battling stage 4 cancer. The way you brought in your personal experience of it to make Rae feel real was amazing. But most importantly, I'm so glad you're at a healthier place now. I've been reading your books since I was in middle school (all the way since The Demon's Lexicon), and you are an inspiration. <3<3<3

[orionember]

I’m wanting to write Long Live Evil fanfic so badly, but my brain is just drawing BLANKS in regards to prompts and ideas of what to write😭😭 head empty, no thoughts, just mush☠️

[reesilientsnake]

i haven’t really created anything in fandom spaces before but i’ve had some writing inspiration recently 🤔

[isnt-it-pretty]

Fandom: In Other Lands - Sarah Rees Brennan

Relationship: Elliot Schafer/Luke Sunborn

Characters: Elliot Schafer, Luke Sunborn

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Headaches & Migraines, emetophobia warning, Sickfic, set during their last year at school, Established Relationship

Summary:

Sometimes the weather is Elliot's greatest enemy.

[sarahreesbrennan]

finished long live evil and it left me Unwell in a good way. Looking forward to book 2!!

Wishing you all the best for your health. I hope you have as many good days as possible

Thank you! Both for being unwell about my book and for wishing me wellness.

I am well, I didn’t even get sick on tour (people notoriously do, and my immunity’s not the best!) and I am really truly very happy. I didn’t understand this once, but now I do: getting to tell your stories is a privilege and one that might be lost anytime.

So I intend to enjoy this time in which I get to tell this story with all my heart. I appreciate you!

And naturally this mean I hope to torment you with book 2.

[theno1joelhater]

here is this souper cool officer avoidy + misty ree art i made

and also the associated lore:

After several missing person reports, a policeman and detective go to investigate their main suspect.

basically they’re going to investigate Justin Case’s house for the hostages and !!!! things happen !!

[shinischis]

"vanilla"

where...💭

shinichi can't sleep and kaito kid is like a walking sleeping pill

— kaito kid | kuroba kaito / kudo shinichu | edogawa conan

10k words

Link

[jasmine-tea-biscuits]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Time of Iron Series - Sarah Rees Brennan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Rae Parilla | Rahela Domitia/Key of the Cauldron Characters: Key of the Cauldron, Rae Parilla | Rahela Domitia Additional Tags: Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, what happens when I blast Getaway Car and lament the ending of LLE Summary:

Key had returned as the Emperor, but Rae couldn't bring herself to smile. Not when he had suffered so much after her betrayal. Not when she was going to betray him again.

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Or what happens when Rae manages to use the Flower of Life and Death in front of Key.

[kim-ruzek]

So they're completely setting it up for Celina to become Lucy's new roommate right? Which ngl (even though I actually really don't want Tamara to move out bc I love that they live together) I actually don't hate the idea

[heavyhitterheaux]

Upcoming fics 🥰

Meet Me Halfway Part 3 (requested by @kentuckyboyharlow)

No Enhancers

Play Part 2 (First Lady x Jack x Urban. Complete FILTH)

Sisters No More Part 2

Heaux Tales (@moody4world and @sinsandsuccubus and @hoodharlow)

Wonder What She Thinks of Me (requested by @hoodharlow)

Ghost

Shoot Your Shot

Lipstick Bandit

Jack's Driving School (requested by @hoodharlow)

30 Days (requested by @hoodharlow)

Anything But Ranch

Little Miss Innocent (requested by @sinsandsuccubus)

And of course all the concepts 😘💕