#big money deluxe

[cherrysoftgames]

big money

[arcecer]

[bigmoneydeluxe]

this will be my pin for now I made this haii

[jvzebel-x]

Why do you hate rich people so much? I get hating that wealth equality isn't fair but damn lol

a couple reasons, lmao. i grew up in a place where wealth inequality was showcased to an obscene degree. because of how social structures work, i've stayed on the losing end of that my whole life so i can't ignore it, no matter where it is, lol. &i've spent too much time existing around people who lord their money+the privileges it affords them over people who have nothing, &i have spent MUCH too much time being the person who's having that money lorded over them, lol. there's something special-- truly special-- about the manner in which those with absurd amounts of money think that fact directly correlates to their worth as human beings in a wholly positive manner. &in every measurable way it kind of does in today's society, lmao, so my personal opinion is all i have&it's never going to get anything but worse as i am forced to continue to witness the actual correlation between money&human worth be directly inversed, lmao. anyone who can hoard money with the world looking the way it does now deserves a guillotine. end of story.

[seat-safety-switch]

Among car enthusiasts of a certain persuasion, there exists a yearning that cannot be satisfied by regular automakers. The hoi polloi are perfectly happy with their normal, pedestrian automobiles. The elites opt for penis-shaped zoom-zooms that cost more than a house. Those of us in the middle, who have an eternal love for going very fast for very little money, are abandoned. And as we all know, being in the self-described middle is the same thing as being morally correct at all times.

Back in the 50s, people really wanted to go fast for no money. It's what started the whole world of hot rodding. And they had lots of good options, thanks to the government suddenly having a ton of warplanes that weren't currently engaged in a war. Cool plane superchargers, engines, belly tanks – anything that weird nerds could get their hands on – got shoved into cars in the quest to go fast. And automakers were run by those weird nerds, back then.

Sure, a lot of them were putatively "run" by big-dollar, humanity-crushing fascists, but the real fun, in the research and development divisions? That was happening with the same hot rodder nutjobs who would go down to the beach after work and do skids in a car mostly made out of a bathtub, until the cops showed up. And in the late 50s, what those very same nutjobs were excited about were turbines.

See, turbine engines were getting exciting then. It was the jet age. Clean, efficient, very loud, screaming jets. Not inefficient, old clangy pistons with their oiled bearings and pitiful triple-digit horsepower. No, it was time to go fast, and so they dutifully started cramming turbines into street cars. Did it make sense? No. Were any of these cars even close to being practical? Absolutely not. Was it completely bad-ass? Yes.

Unfortunately, it was at this time that the nascent development of "management science" began to metastasize in the Western world. A lot of bosses came down and saw a screaming, shrieking demon burning nineteen litres of gasoline per minute, bolted loosely into a Ford Deluxe Coupe, and they asked: how many cupholders this got? Not having a sufficient answer that didn't start with "fuck you," these same bosses then began dismantling the apparatus that held a promise of a glorious, high-pitched-whining future of thirty-thousand-rpm engines.

There is still hope. For instance, things containing turbines get crashed all the time. Once the FAA is done looking at them to figure out what they fucked up (usually: aircraft contacted the earth too soon,) they don't really pay too much attention to what happens to the carcass. If you're quick, you can cut through the fence and get ahold of your very own helicopter turbine with which to start the project. And what do you use to slice through that fence and retrieve your futurist prize? A thirty-thousand-rpm battery-operated cut-off wheel, of course. Thanks, weird nerds.

[mangostarjam]

maid in paradise — wind breaker, aged up suo hayato x f!reader, established relationship, maid servant master roleplay/dynamics, semi-public sex, creampie, reader is called "dear" "love" and "good girl", slight yandere suo, idk he's just a freak (affectionate), 3.3k words

"Ah, how cute."

You're going to kill him.

Suo Hayato smiles and puts down the excessively frilly menu, linking his fingers together as he cheerfully surveys your outfit. "I didn't think it would be so… short."

You wonder if he'll notice poison in his tea.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, tugging at the hem of your admittedly short skirt. This cafe is nowhere near Bofurin territory, a fact that you made sure of while looking for a quick, easy way to make money. Not that it matters that much, since Hayato and his friends have graduated, but they still roam the streets guarded by Bofurin, so you figured you'd be safe from their overprotective watch out here. Speaking of which —

"Shouldn't you be at work?" you add. Hayato's smile doesn't budge a centimeter. "Suo-kun, seriously?"

"How could I miss the cafe's special tea event?" Hayato muses. "Especially when my girl would be working today?"

Heat burns along your cheeks at his casual words. It's been a few months since you finally realized you've been dating this whole time (you blame Hayato for being so goddamn vague whenever someone questioned him about you) but he still manages to make your heartbeat skip with the casual statement.

"I have the day off," Hayato adds, once it's clear you're at a loss for words. "This was a perfectly timed coincidence."

Somehow, you doubt that.

"Well, just… don't fight anyone, alright? I need this job," you say, fidgeting a bit more with your skirt. You eye the subtle tightening of his clasped hands warily. Okay, maybe you shouldn't have said that. "Would you like to order?"

Hayato tilts his head to the side. The long tassel of his dangly earring brushes his shoulder and the jewel flashes bright with reflected sunlight. "I believe you forgot something."

You wonder if anyone besides your boyfriend will notice the aborted twitch of your hand.

Hayato smiles at you, the softer one that sends shivers up your spine, the one he usually saves for behind closed doors. You clear your throat as heat rises up your neck. "Would you like to order… sir?"

"Let's try a different one," Hayato says softly. So softly. "Since you're in such a cute French maid uniform — what else could you call me?"

It would be really nice if a hole could open up and swallow you right now.

Well, whatever. Two can play at this game — your boyfriend may not be above teasing you in public, but at least you can try your best to return the favor.

"What would you like to order, master?" your voice barely trembles and you grin, pleased with yourself.

Hayato smiles — the big, bright kind he uses when he's about to start shit — and then he says cheerfully, "Good girl. I'd like to try the International Deluxe Set, please."

"Yes, master," you say, matching his cheerful tone. You flash him your customer service smile and turn on your heel to escape before he catches the heat scorching your cheeks. You might turn a little too quickly and Hayato probably sees a glimpse of the bare skin between your white thigh high stockings and your panties as your skirt flares up with the movement, but you scurry to the relative safety behind the bar before you can find out.

A few of your coworkers — also dressed in maid costumes procured by the store manager a few days ago — are huddling together by the kitchen entrance as they ready their trays. "Is that your boyfriend?" one asks, a touch of envy in her voice.

"Yes, but don't let his smile fool you," you say blandly. You shoot her a reassuring grin as you load your tray with the special tea set Hayato ordered. You're careful with the tray as you make your way towards the small round table tucked into the back corner by the window. It's a little busier than usual — the maid promotion seems like it'll be a hit — but you make it back to your boyfriend with ease.

Hayato's smile is a bit sharp. He hadn't missed your gift earlier, then.

"Your skirt is quite short," he says evenly. You hold the tray aloft steadily and begin setting his table. Each quiet, gentle clink of delicate porcelain on the rustic wooden table sounds strangely loud in your ears, the focus of your entire world narrowing down to this table with your boyfriend.

Your bare arm brushes along his sleeve as you set a small bowl of sugar cubes by his elbow. Hayato shifts — drags his finger along the back of your hand as you freeze — and offers a nod towards the low cut of your blouse, accentuated by the frilly white apron cinched tight around your waist.

"Yes, master?" you ask. Thank goodness your voice sounds steady.

"You are very… cute," Hayato says. His eye flicks from the exposed skin of your chest on display up to your face. "I can't say I mind having such a beautiful maid. Have you had many customers, love?"

Talk about a loaded question. "This is my first shift as a maid," you explain, "Manager-san didn't come up with this idea until a few days ago. She thought it'd help with business."

"That wasn't my question."

You set the last piece — a small three tiered stand filled with carefully cut sandwiches and crumpets and little bowls of cream and jam — on the table. "You are my first customer as a maid."

"Good," Hayato says. "I'm glad your manager has a brain."

You give him a funny look, and he smiles but doesn't say anything else. It's not unusual for Hayato to withhold things from you in the moment, until he's ready to talk about it, so you decide to let it go. You settle into the seat across from him, smoothing down the front of your frilly white apron and the skirt of your black dress.

"Would you like me to serve your tea, master?" you offer, hand already curling around the handle of the teapot. It's had enough time to steep, and you know he cares about things like this. Hayato nods slightly, his gaze unwavering as you tip the spout towards his cup.

"By all means, dearest."

"This is an earl grey blend," you murmur, wondering vaguely why your cheeks are getting hot. "I found it in one of our vendor catalogues and thought you might like it. Sugar?"

"Hm, yes, I think I will," Hayato muses. He reaches the silver tongs before you and holds up a sugar cube, the small crystals sparkling in the light. His red eye gleams as he meets your confused stare. "Open up."

He can't be serious.

As you watch, your boyfriend's easygoing smile takes on a hint of mischief. He brings the tongs closer, until the sugar cube brushes against your cupid's bow. Your lips part automatically at the gentle pressure, heat flaring through your body as Hayato deposits the sugar cube on your tongue.

"You can suck on it," he says nonchalantly. You draw in a breath as he looks away to actually put sugar into his tea, feeling like nothing more than a prey animal briefly escaping the watchful gaze of their predator as it decides how much it wants to play with its food.

"Su— Master…?"

The sugar dissolves quickly with the heat of your tongue, flooding your mouth with saliva. "Yes, dear?" Hayato offers you a smile.

All thoughts of poisoning your boyfriend fly out of your brain like rabbits bolting into the bushes. Hayato's tone has gone a little deeper, a little raspier. He's still wearing that annoyingly cheerful smile, as if nothing suspicious is happening in your back corner, but you catch the subtle tick of his jaw as you lean forward and your tits press up against the table like an offering.

His eye finds yours and he tilts his head slightly. "Will you eat with me, love?"

"Of course, master."

You watch, heat thrumming beneath your skin like a live wire as Hayato begins to spread the expensive clotted cream your manager had been so delighted to find a few days ago. The crumpet flakes and a few crumbs catch on his finger as he carefully smooths cream along the pastry, but — you know what he's going to do next, and your heart races with anticipation.

"Whoops," he says mildly, "looks like I've made a bit of a mess."

"Let me clean it for you," you breathe, grasping his wrist gently. Hayato lets you, watches you with a burning, dark gaze as you suck his finger into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the digit and he presses down abruptly, catching at your teeth as he pulls his finger free with a pop!

"Thank you, dear," he says roughly, quietly. You smile, pleased, a thrill of pleasure shooting down your spine.

Hayato adds jam to the pastry before breaking off a piece and offering it to you on his fingers. You maintain steady eye contact as you wrap your lips around his offering, tracking the way his eye darkens even more in spite of the sunshine filtering in through the window.

"You're being such a good girl," he says. His tone has gone mild again, but the way he's watching you makes you feel hazy and floaty. You'd do anything for him. You know he'll take care of you. "Why aren't you ever this good when we're at home?"

You've been to Hayato's home exactly one time. He usually goes to your apartment, and he's stayed over often enough now that you can't even remember the last time he wasn't in your bed at the end of the night. You bite on your lip, abruptly thrown off balance.

"What're you talking about, Suo-kun? Are you… unhappy in our home?" The heat flooding your face has nothing to do with the desire that's been steadily dripping through your veins and everything to do with the hot flash of embarrassment you feel at his words.

Are you not good enough for him?

Hayato's eye widens and he reaches across the table to grasp your hand, nearly knocking over a cup in his haste. You blink, surprised by his response. "You do tend to talk back more at home," he says lightly, but he never takes his gaze off of you. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your skin and you relax into the touch. "You're delightful, of course, no matter what — I wouldn't be dating you otherwise, you know? I'm just surprised to find you so… obedient."

You chew on your lip thoughtfully, squirming as that dreamy haze rises up in your brain again. Trust Hayato to know exactly how to soothe your fears. "I think… I think I like being good for you, Suo-kun."

In all the years you've known him, Hayato has always had some kind of deflection ready — whether it be teasing or flat out lying — and once you realized you were dating he's been shameless about stealing kisses to distract and fluster you. He's quick to steer your attention away from whatever truths he's trying to hide. And he can be mean, when he wants to be. Never truly mean to you, but. He can be ruthless and brutal and that's not even accounting for his actual physical capabilities for taking down men twice his size.

So you find yourself staring as his hand tightens around yours. Staring at — his eyepatch, and his eye, red and dark and deep like autumn leaves wet with early winter rains. Staring at the smooth skin of his cheek and the slope of his nose and the sharp line of his jaw up to his long, dangly earrings and his hair grazing the tips of his ears… which are pink.

"I think you need to quit your job," he says.

You blink at him. "What?"

"I'll help you find a new one," Hayato says, "I'm sure Kotoha-chan would love some help at Cafe Pothos —"

"Suo-kun, what are you talking about —?"

Hayato's grip on your hand becomes borderline painful and you can't help the secret little thrill that shoots through you at the subtle reminder of his strength. You don't think he's noticed his hold. He smiles at you.

"Will you please get me another cup? It seems I've put too many sugar cubes in this one," Hayato says. You blink. He only put one, and he hasn't even tasted his tea yet, but —

"Yes, master."

Hayato releases your hand and keeps smiling as you rise and do a flustered little curtsy that brings your cleavage right into his line of vision. Another little gift from you — and hopefully he'll be back to normal once you fetch another teacup.

The spare teacups for the International Deluxe Set are still tucked away in the back storage room since your manager didn't think many people would be interested in it, so you slip past your coworkers and hurry down the side hallway, dodging the flurry of activity in the kitchen and sidestepping a stack of crates ready for unloading. It's much quieter in the back room, the air hushed with disuse.

The door clicks shut behind you.

"Fire!! Fi— mph!"

Your assailant dodges the strike you aim towards his face just as you register the jewel hanging from his ear. "Good girl," Hayato breathes, catching your other upraised fist with a bright grin. "These are the moves I taught you!"

"Wha— Suo, what the fuck?"

Hayato grasps your wrists together and holds them above you with one hand, pressing you back into the shelf stacked with boxes of teacups and other supplies. You yelp as he shoves one of his strong thighs between your legs, parting them until his hips are slotted against your core.

It's too much, too sudden — to have him in your space, radiating heat, smelling faintly like your body wash and something intrinsically Suo Hayato —

Grinding his incredibly hard cock against your panties, shoving your skirt out of the way and gripping your thigh as you wrap it around his waist with a flustered little whine.

You are… embarrassingly wet.

"I promise I'll help you find a new job, love," Hayato says, bending down to brush his lips featherlight against yours. You can't help but tilt your head towards him, seeking his touch. "But you can't work here anymore."

"Why — why not?" you gasp.

Your boyfriend's nose skims your cheek as he moves to nibble at the edge of your jaw. "I don't want anyone else to see you like this," he murmurs, and there's a raw honesty in his voice that makes your breath catch. "You're mine."

That's all the warning you get before he releases your wrists to sneak his hand between your bodies. He huffs under his breath when you jerk at the light brush of his fingers along your slit, his movements confident and sure as he slides your panties aside. Your lashes flutter shut at the careful, slippery circling of your clit. "S-Suo-kun —"

"Such a good fucking girl," Hayato murmurs, watching your expression twist with pleasure under the dim lighting. His hand is replaced by his cock, the hot solid heat of him rubbing along your slick sending sparks dancing up your veins.

"Suo-kun, please I want it i-inside —"

"I'm not going to last very long, love," Hayato chuckles, but you feel him pressing into you anyway.

He's so — hot, and unyielding, his thick length sinking into your heat as you whimper at the sudden stretch. It usually takes a bit more foreplay to get you loose enough to take him, but somehow this sensation is perfect and you can't help but clench down on his cock.

"Can you cum like this?" Hayato asks suddenly. His face is very close to yours. "Just like this — here, I'll help, but you'll be a good girl and cum for me, right?"

You nearly choke as he settles himself as deeply inside you as he can go. Hayato keeps one hand on your thigh, but his free hand sneaks back between your legs and brushes lightly at your clit. "Suo no I can't, not like this please," you gasp.

Hayato ignores you and applies a stronger and steadier pressure on your clit, rubbing the soaked bud with a familiarity that makes you feel a little shy. He leans up to kiss you. His lips are soft and demanding, his tongue devastating, wiping out all coherent thought until the only thing in your world is him.

You moan as he kisses you, as he sends you spiraling higher up a familiar coil, your hips rocking feebly against the ironclad grip he has on your thigh. Hayato shudders as your pussy clamps and clenches around his cock, holding as still as possible as you desperately seek friction.

This is torture — why won't he fucking move — "Suo-kun, master —" That gets a jerky aborted thrust of his hips and your head falls back against the shelves at the feeling. "Master, please won't you fuck me? I've been a good girl, haven't I?"

"Yes, yes," Hayato murmurs, his breaths and lips hot against your exposed neck. "Just cum for me first, please."

You're close — if he would just move —

"Please, Hayato," you whine, blinking open teary eyes and meeting his gaze as he pulls back slightly to stare at you. His lips are barely parted, his gaze unrelenting until he screws his eye shut and groans.

And then he pinches your clit and you shoot over the edge with a cry.

It's — it's an exquisite kind of pleasure, the knife edge of ecstasy as you cum all over his cock, the thick, velvety smooth solidity unyielding in your core as you squeeze him for all you're worth. In your blissed out haze you barely register him managing two short, sharp thrusts before he's throbbing inside you, releasing thick spurts of cum as you milk him dry.

"Good girl," Hayato gasps, leaning forward to kiss you. You moan weakly into the kiss, still feeling floaty and hazy with the rush of your orgasm. He pulls back to smile and it's the soft one, the one for behind closed doors.

Your heart flutters a little as he brushes his nose gently against yours. "I take it you're a fan of the maid theme?"

"Maybe," he grins and it's so boyishly charming you almost forget he's softening slowly inside you. "I'll probably have to pay for the outfit… and the tea I left outside."

The sudden reminder makes you jolt. You switch from gripping his strong shoulders to pushing at his chest feebly, eyes wide. "That's right! Fuck, I'm still at work, Suo-kun!"

Hayato laughs and pulls out of you carefully, sliding your panties back over your folds as you promptly soak the fabric with both of your juices. Heat flares hotter beneath your cheeks. Yikes.

"Will you wait for me in the back alley here?" he asks, tucking himself back into his pants and sliding off his long coat. He bundles you into it, covering your maid outfit and helping you fix your rumpled skirt and apron. "I'll go settle the bill, and then we can walk home together."

"I still have like, five hours on my shift," you remind him.

"You don't work here anymore," Hayato says simply. He smiles. "Though it is a shame — the tea looked wonderful."

"You didn't even try it," you point out.

Hayato's grin widens and he leans forward to kiss you carefully before pulling back just enough that you could count every single one of his eyelashes if you wanted. "I was too distracted by how delicious my girlfriend looked."

You wrinkle your nose at him. Hayato kisses you again.

"Next time I'm poisoning your tea."

[y3ager]

STORYTIME I (26 F) FUCKED MY SUPERSTAR CLIENT (24 M) AFTER MONTHS OF SEXUAL TENSION!

— ‘i’m a manager for a pretty big music label and my client is the biggest dickhead in the world but i fear i fucked him after one of our usual arguments.. 😵‍💫’

eren y. x black!fem!reader

tags: modern au, smut, porn not much plot, hate(?)sex, cunnilingus, cowgirl, reader gets called ‘mama’ and ‘boss’, unprotected sex, mild choking, musician!eren, manager!reader. minors do not interact.

my first collab entry MAKE SOME NOISE YALL WTF!!! but no seriously thanks so much to @k9nto for letting me join your event i had a blast writing this! hope you all enjoy! 🤭

YOU’VE ENCOUNTERED SOME annoying people in your life. in kindergarten, a boy taunted you by picking up one your fallen hot pink knocker-balls and refusing to give it back to you. in high school, some chick named tiffany ripped down all of your junior class president posters that you spent weeks designing and printing out on the highest quality paper. your college advisor had been completely useless, you’d still be dragging yourself through your bachelor’s degree if you didn’t stay on your toes and realize the classes you were dropped in were a waste of time. but all of these people, and many more that have slipped your mind, shaped and molded you into the woman you were today. strong, tenacious, independent, a go-getter who never gave up and thus was able to reap her hard work, in the form of three nice crisp degrees and a never pitiful bank account.

but eren yeager, grammy award winning singer, songwriter and musician, with multiple weeks spent at the top of the billboard hot 100 and 200 charts, millions of units sold worldwide, and stadiums packed to the brim, took the fucking cake.

you were warned he’d be difficult. every manager he’s assigned quits before one of them ends up in a body bag. none of them have a single nice thing to say about him, and he finds that hilarious.

for better or for worse, you took the challenge because you’re a sucker for them. nothing in life comes easy, and you figured that the managers before just didn’t come hard enough. maybe eren’s fame and status made them falter, but such a fate wouldn’t befall you.

you dragged him to his magazine shoots, you kept his mouth in line during interviews, you kept his socials clean. he was never a second late to rehearsals and recordings. he was a reflection of you, and if you were perfect goddammit he was going to be too.

until today.

“i’m not putting in another extension, eren. the label is starting to get really irritable. we need to go to the studio now.” you furiously swiping along your ipad, pacing around the singer’s deluxe hotel room. while you’re dressed for the day in clean crisp clothes, sharp stilettos, and jet black lace front expertly melted and laid, eren’s still in the bed. the covers are everywhere, his shirt is next to a couple pillows on the floor, and he’s laying on his back eating a croissant from room service, paying you absolutely no mind. it takes everything in you to not chuck your device at his big head. “i’m serious. get. up.”

“and i said i’m not,” he mocks your assertive tone, voice oozing in sarcasm. “going.” he coughs, obviously faking. “my voice hurts. can’t make those greedy bastards money if my vocal chords ache. they’ll live.”

“you are on a strict deadline this era. if you want to catch award season, this album needs to be finished and dropped in the next month. amidst the press tour, your window of recording time is dwindling fast.” dates in your digital calendar glare at you, red and angry. every time you check something off your to do, ten new things pop up. you feel your jaw clenching, teeth gritting together uncomfortably.

“i’ve won enough awards. i don’t care. i’m not getting up.” eren finally raises up from the bed, narrowed green eyes meeting yours. it’s fire against fire, an unstoppable force that is a manager determined to do her job versus an immovable object, a musician who’s not budging from his spot. “it’s my album. it’s my music. i finish it when the fuck i get ready. that label will burn before they drop me.”

“if you don’t follow contract, they will drop you. they put a lot of money into you-”

“money i made back for those dumbasses-!”

“they are your bosses, without them-”

“they need me way more than i need them-!”

“get,” you toss your ipad over to a small couch, storming over to the bed. you snatch the edge of the covers and yank hard. enough is enough. if he won’t get up, you’ll make him get up. “the fuck out of this bed, eren, now!”

“you need,” the cover is yanked back, tugging you forward along with it. you lurch momentarily before righting yourself upwards, leaning back to give yourself more leverage in this childish tug of war you find yourself in. “to calm the fuck down, ___. i’m not going and that’s fucking it.” eren may be lean, but he’s toned like a MMA fighter, muscles rippling under tan skin when he calls upon them. another tug and you topple onto the california king bed, one expensive heel sliding off your foot and falling across the room.

your heads snaps up from the covers, brow furrowed deep in anger. “stop being so fucking difficult, you moron!” emotions welling, you grab one of his arms, preparing to drag him out of this bed. your to do list is a nagging itch on your brain that by the grace of god you are going to scratch. you’re not about to let this bad-with-authority dickhead best you when all he has to do is record a fucking vocal.

“oh, we’re doing this?” easily, too easily, so easily that you register your back hitting the soft bed before you realized he even grabbed you back. he pins you down easily, slightly calloused hands grip your upper arms firmly, pushing them down. he places his legs other either side of your hips so yours are forced in between them, but doesn’t keep you from writhing to free yourself. “whatever fucking—stop doing that—chip you have on your shoulder, you need to fucking solve it because shit’s not going your way today. i’m not going and that is final.”

the tussle leaves you two of you panting, eyes boring into each other’s. eren’s long chocolate brown hair is disheveled not only from a night’s sleep but from this impromptu wrestle. small beads up sweat trickle down his naked chest. your writhe again, and he presses down against you, a synonymous hiss sliding through both of your mouths.

“i hate you, eren.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, ___. looks like you wanted an excuse to feel up on me.”

“oh, like you wanted an excuse to hump me like a mutt?”

there’s another beat of silence as you two watch each other. eren’s hands tighten their hold just a tad before he presses his hardening length hard against your clothed cunt. against your better judgement, your head tilts back and a small moan fights against your bitten bottom lip.

eren hums lowly, his dick bulging against the constraint of his boxers. “hate me too much to actually fuck me, huh? i’m only worth a dry hump.”

oh how eren frustrates you. how he makes even the simplest things in life painstakingly difficult. how he makes you want to smoke ten packs of cigarettes after a day of dealing with him. but oh, how handsome he looks under the lights at photo shoots. how his deep, smooth voice reverbs in your ears. how his fingers move so deftly on his guitar, as if it’s merely an extension of his body. who wouldn’t fantasize about that late at night, him bending you over and snatching down your pants to fuck the stress out of you, or yourself knocking him down a peg and making him beg to let you cum inside.

“shut-” another roll of his hips makes you gasp. “up..”

“i want you, ___,” eren confesses. his hips don’t falter, his cock becoming hungry for release. “i want that pussy. i wanna fuck that little attitude out of you, can i? i see how you look at me and i stare right back.”

you shiver, hand rushing to undo your dress pants and feel more of eren’s dick against your dampening cunt. his hands work with your perfectly, yanking your pants down. it’s a whirlwind of clothes, your sweater, bra, your other shoe.

eren reaches up to grab your breasts, rolling them in his palms, squeezing the supple flesh, pushing them together. “oh, pretty girl. pretty fuckin’ tits.” leaning down, he kisses down your sternum, stomach, inching closer and closer to your center. he wastes no time grabbing your thighs and licking a nice, long stripe against your drooling cunt and sucking on your clit.

your back immediately arches up and your hands fly to grip eren’s hair, tugging at the locks and pulling him in closer so you can feel everything. “oh my god, eren.” the singer’s not shy at all, audibly sucking at you and reaching up to twist and pinch your pebbled nipples.

with another languid lick eren pulls himself away. he pulls his boxers down on and off, freeing his dick from the constraint. he rubs the thick, weeping tip up and down your slit, staring hungrily at the juices leaking out. the feeling of it makes you shiver in anticipation.

“mmm, mm-mm.” you push yourself up. “let me get ‘n top..” there’s a greedy look in your low eyes as you place your hand on eren’s solid chest and lay him down on the bed.

“take charge here too, huh?” your forwardness makes him chuckle as he watches you straddle his waist. “okay then. ride me.”

you brace yourself on your toes as his hand and yours grasp his shaft, directing it to your pulsing hole. you slide down gingerly onto him, his size quickly stretching you out. “ahh, fuck, eren. fuck…”

“you got it,” he assures you, one hand on your thigh as you sink lower and lower, taking him in inch by inch. he bites his lip at the wet tightness of your walls, squeezing and sucking him in. it makes him throw his head back, a couple of small pants escaping his mouth. “mmhm, fuck that pussy feels so good. take that dick, boss.” his hand raises only to land on your ass check with a sharp slap.

you start out slow at first, letting yourself adjust to the wideness of his dick but that quickly gets old. you’re soon addicted to the feeling of him fitting inside so perfectly. gripping his free hand in yours, you swivel and raise your hips faster and faster, effortlessly, desperate for that feeling of him pounding that oh so sweet spot. your juices slide down his length, the slap slap slap of your ass against his muscled thighs filling the room. “‘s so big, feels so good,” your voice slurs.

eren hisses from his spot under you, eyes trained on where you two connect. mouth slightly agape, he watches your cunt swallow him up and the fluid that leaks out. “yes, mama. keep fucking me just like that. feels.. f-fuckin’ amazin’…” his hands grab your plump ass cheeks, fingers digging in hard as he thrusts his hips up, driving the tip of his cock even deeper inside you and pulling a loud moan from you. “keep goin, mama, ‘m almost there, don’t stop, please..”

his pleading make you clench even tighter around him, and that feeling deep inside your tummy aches for release. you place a hand around his throat to better balance yourself, relishing in his low groan. your thighs quake and tremble, your hips meeting his eager thrust perfectly. “oh, my god; oh my god. i’m— shit!” you throw your head back in ecstasy, cumming hard enough on your client’s dick to leave you numb.

“aw, fuck, boss.” eren thrusts up to push his cum deep inside, holding you against himself to ensure a single drop doesn’t leak. “take it, take it..”

the two of you are left panting hard, bodies sweaty and gleaming with the afterglow of sex. you gingerly pull away, cunt left sore and spent from a round of sex months in the making. eren reaches over to caress your ebon lips, admiring the smooth, wet feeling once you roll onto your back. “no more attitude from you, yeah?”

“no more attitude from the man reduced to calling me ‘mama’ and begging to cum either, i’d assume.” your teasing laughter is cut off by him purposefully sinking three fingers deep inside you. “mmh…”

“mhm, sure.” roles reversed, eren climbs on top of you and stares down with green eyes aflame with lust through his tousled brown hair. “now i want to see what i can make you call me.”

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (7) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n switch out one shitty ex for a slightly less shitty one

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Revisiting 'Twelve More Days' : How Empty Bottles Spun Their Signature Sound on its Head on Tour April 12, 2024 · Written by Catherine Moore

Almost halfway through the Asian leg of their world tour, it's finally time to talk about what the pandemic-era rock band Empty Bottles has been up to. For greener artists, it's the cookie-cutter way to stick to a genre that has previously worked and give the masses what they want but instead, Empty Bottles have taken their 2022 sophomore sensation 'Twelve More Days' and tweaked the songs for their world tour.

Long-time fans of the Sydney-born band are familiar with the classic rock elements that brought Empty Bottles into the spotlight; claiming influence from fellow Sydneysiders 5 Seconds of Summer, Arctic Monkeys and other croony rock artists, so it was a rather big surprise for critics and fans alike when the album opened with a much softer, hypnotising approach.

The even bigger surprise was the creative and musical approach they took with their tour. As noted by various critics back during the album release, 'Twelve More Days' had a not-so-subtle jazz flavour to their sound, and the band seems to have embraced the jazz-rock sound by opening their tour with a speakeasy-style set, complete with the band decked out in snazzy 1930s reminiscent suits and frontwoman Selina Bui in glittery minidresses, opera gloves and a thematic vintage ribbon microphone.

Despite close to three years since she last performed in front of a live audience, Bui took to the stage like a fish to water, instantly entrancing her audience with her universally acknowledged rich sirenic vocals, drawing in the attention and sending the venue back to a 1930s speakeasy. Strangely, she performs this part of the show without her trusty guitar, leaving the grunt work on the other lead guitarist, talented Lukas Zhang, who delivers without a hiccup with no twin guitar to help cover any mistakes.

Quite a few of the sophomore album's songs are given a jazz-rock twist that nobody could have predicted. Other already jazz-influenced songs - namely deluxe track number 13 'money talks' and track 6 'typo' - have been breathed to life, as well as a couple of songs from the band's debut album 'overtime'.

Empty Bottles then returns after a brief intermission with their award-winning pop-rock sound, spending the rest of the set in much more familiar-looking leather jackets and t-shirts and a guitar returned to Bui's hand. Bui, very well known for having an interesting sense of humour, made the choice of returning to the stage with the fitting song choice of 'do you remember me?'. One thing you have to give the 22-year-old is that she really does know how to pick her moments, and the now-iconic first chords of the cocky, energetic track are enough to send the crowd screaming.

The exploration into the many subgenres of what is considered rock 'n' roll has always been a very fuzzy point of conversation, and it's been an honour seeing Empty Bottles have fun playing jump rope over that line. What makes this tour such a raving success is their perfect balance of experimentation and keeping to what is tried and true for them; the classic, hard-hitting, no-nonsense, inane-lyricism rock coupled magnetically with Bui's captivating execution on stage.

Would you find me at one of their shows again? Absolutely, there was truly nothing more thrilling than the first moments you see Selina Bui walk onto stage with her infamous cheshire cat smile. What did I personally think about the sound change? I was pleasantly surprised at how seamlessly they've adjusted the songs to fit the jazz-rock genre, I also believe that they have found the perfect sound to complement Selina Bui's voice. It's uncanny how it just clicked that she was born to sing the soft, almost lullaby-like, calming songs. If they were to release another album with a similar soft sound, I would happily eat it up.

Empty Bottles wrap up the Asian leg of the tour in Bangkok, Thailand later this month and then shortly begin the European leg in Sofia, Bulgaria.

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cameliazzz life lately 🐾 tagged: selinabui

aidan_ebass Yes ma'am 🫡 ↳ selinabui @aidan_ebass i'm dying u are such an old man ↳ lukaszhang @ selinabui he's like barely a year older than you??

cami.png the hottest drummer ever 💜💜💜

conangray a little commotion for the drummer pls and thank you ↳ cameliazzz @ conangray stop i'm blushing 🙈

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fiona🩷 @fififorlina · 4h i mean we can all thank tommy for one thing and that's for twelve more days lmao ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 3h i forget that not all empty bottles fans have read this article but i think they all should: Why 'Twelve More Days' isn't a Break-Up Album, it's a Healing One

emme @flowersforcami · 1h yes twelve more days is full of t*mmy slander BUT remember that all the band members have writing credits and they ALL helped write songs so basically what i'm trying to say is that twelve more days is actually the rest of the band roasting the shit out of lina's ex ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 1h every one of those bitches rocked up to the studio and went for blood. that is a universally hated man in their group chat.

amie <3 @mieflrs · 2h it's been 3 years, i think it's time to admit that keeping tabs is absolutely not about thomas fucking howard ↳ amie <3 @mieflrs · 2h i don't care how delusional u are, where in those 3 minutes 54 seconds did you hear a single line that sounds like anything like that sorry excuse of a man??? now a certain japanese-american singer who is exceptionally hot playing the guitar on the other hand... ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 2h yes i agree it's not about t*mmy but it's also not about CHRISTOPHER like WTF R U ON???

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 32m we're in an oscalina drought and it's plain to see not all of us are coping well

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selinabui now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh is it that sweet? i guess so

amelia_belrose pop!lina perhaps 🫣

oscarpiastri Didn't need to call me out like that ↳ selinabui @ oscarpiastri don't tell me u miss me already

sabrinacarpenter she's working late coz she's a singer

lukaszhang woman you hate coffee what are you on ↳ selinabui @lukaszhang why are u even here

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

Yamada Updates @chrisyamadanews · 2h 🚨| Chris spotted at the Empty Bottles 'Twelve More Days' Tour in Seoul Night 2

Yamada Updates @chrisyamadanews · 32m 🚨| CHRIS ONSTAGE WITH EMPTY BOTTLES!!!

↳ Yamada Updates @chrisyamadanews · 30m this made me break ok, i am so fucking thrown off. WDYM WE GOT SELINA BUI AND CHRISTOPHER YAMADA ON STAGE TOGETHER IN THE YEAR 2024???

mabel @ maplemabel32 · 25m i can't breathe chris and lina??? chris and lina???????? after so long??? CHRISTOPHER AND SELINA???? as in "hello it's chris" "and lina"??? MY BESTIES REUNITED???

june @linafesting · 18m sometimes, i'm convinced lina spins a wheel on how to break the internet today

↳ kat ��୧ @yamayaps · 2m with all due respect, this stunt was NAUT selina's idea, this was a move that christopher 'no boundaries' yamada suggested

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emptybottles_official Nowhere as incredible as Seoul! Always special to have @chrisyamada join us on stage. tagged: chrisyamada

chrisyamada someone better return the favor later 👀 ↳ selinabui @chrisyamada u begged me to let u come what are u on ↳ chrisyamada @ selinabui ok maybe i did

pi4str1 ok someone catch me up bc i did not know chris and lina were friends??? ↳ linasgirl4 @pi4str1 it's probably best we don't get into it

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[melissa-kenobi]

🎃 Kinktober 2024 🎃 Arthur Morgan + Glory Hole

Woooop, 3rd part of Kinktober, we've got Arthur Morgan up next!

Under 18s, DNI

Warnings: Prostitution, Dirty Talk,

Word Count:

🎃 Kinktober 2024 MasterList 🎃

***

After leaving your family, you'd found yourself working two jobs to stay afloat. Working behind the bar at a saloon being your daytime job and offering deluxe bath services for some patrons being your night job. You didn't enjoy it per se, but it paid well and to be completely honest, you needed the money.

You had a few regulars that often requested you, but they weren't anything sexual. They simply wanted someone to talk to. So you provided that.

But there was one patron.

By God. He was handsome, his freckled skin was gorgeous, and you loved to give him a deep clean. And his eyes, he had the most stunning emerald eyes, one you could probably get lost in if you stared long enough.

But he hadn't come around in a few weeks and you were a little worried. Well, not worried, but you get the gist.

Tonight was no different from any other day. You didn't have your hopes up high for him to turn up.

So you went about your business, serving members of the public and so on, until your boss called for you.

"Hey sweetheart, one of ya erm, customers requested you out back." He said almost embarrassed which was odd.

"Out back?" You question a little confused.

He grimaced, "Erm, yeah. He wants something a little more tonight. Requested you specifically."

You internally groaned and hoped it wasn't the creepy old man who'd been begging for you to help him out with his little problem, "Can't you say I'm not here?"

He shook his head, "Sorry sweetheart, says he saw ya in the bar already. Best get going, don't wanna keep him waiting."

You sigh and make your way to the back rooms. This wasn't the first time men had requested for you but alas it was your job and you were thankful that the men weren't as bad as you thought they were gonna be.

You bump into Mary out back, who smiles and grabs your hand, "Hey honey. Do you mind if we switch customers tonight?"

"Why?" You ask a little suspicious. Mary usually dealt with the more precarious side of sexual favours, such as giving blow jobs, hand jobs, just being a hole for the men to use in general. Something you weren't a fan of.

Mary blushes. Oh no, you know that look. She's got a crush on one of the men.

"Don't tell me you-

"Shush!" Mary says and quickly covers your mouth, "Don't say anything. He's in there. Please love, I promise I'll pay you back?"

You sigh. "Fine. But you owe me, big time."

She squeaks quietly with glee, "Yes! Thanks, love, you're a darling. I promise Mr Morgan's not as bad as he seems. He's a sweetheart, usually wants to talk."

You stutter in your steps, "Mr Morgan? You mean the big beefy man who hasn't been here in a week? Oh- no I can't-"

"You keeping tabs on him love?" Mary asks, now curious when she notices a blush on your cheeks, "Oh you like him, don't ya?"

Your cheeks blush red, and you look down, "I do not!"

"You so do!" She retorts gleefully. "Go, you don't wanna keep him waiting."

You roll your eyes before straightening your back and making your way over to his room. You slipped into the separated part where there was a bed and a hole for you to lay on. You quickly slipped off your clothes and slid into position, on your back and legs wide open through the hole.

The door on the other side opened and you assumed Mr Morgan had walked in. You could hear the jangling of his boots clacking on the floor and the sound of a belt being dropped to the ground.

"You're new, sweetheart." He says, a hand trailing along your soft legs, noticing the difference between the other girl who was usually here. His fingers were rough, but his touch was soft on your legs. You loved the way his calluses felt on your skin.

"Is that okay?" You ask, almost shyly, your skin tingling hot with his touch.

"Mmmhh." He responds before ducking down and attaching his mouth to your pussy, "Even better sweetheart. Ya remind me of someone."

"Fuck!" You curse loudly and grip the bedsheets as he licks and eats your pussy out. His tongue is relentless as he laps up every single juice that you leak out. He goes at it for a while, before giving kitten licks to your clit and moaning softly.

"So sweet." He mutters, "Wish you were her..."

His words leave you slightly confused, but you shake it off nonetheless. "Hey." You say breathlessly, "This is supposed to be for your pleasure, not mine."

He growls before roughly tugging your legs to his hips and wrapping them around him. He grabs his cock and pumps it a few times before slapping it against your pussy lips, teasing you gently.

"How do you want it sweethear'?" He purrs.

"Ya want hard? Or ya want it rough?" He continues.

"Both." You manage to moan out, hips thrusting against his cock.

"Dirty girl." He moans into the air and slides his cock into your pussy, before stilling, "Goddamn you're tight sweetheart. So tight."

Arthur pumps your pussy, thrusting harder and harder, skin slapping against skin, sweat dripping from the two of you. Groan and moans filling the air as he grips your hips tighter. Bruises left on your hips that you'll cherish for weeks to come.

His eyes flicker through the hole only to catch a glimpse of your face only to gasp softly and pull back, hie cock falling from your pussy in a low moan of disappointment and longing.

"No... come back Arthur..." You whine softly before suddenly realising your mistake. You weren't supposed to know who he was.

"No- you're- I didn't-

He begins to apologise as he pulls back and grab his underwear, "This was a mistake."

You panic. Oh shit, he must have seen your face and you'd stupidly called him by his name, "No wait-

You slide through the hole and freeze looking at him- fuck he looked even more gorgeous up close, "Arthur wait- please don't go."

"Sweetheart- if I'd have known it were you- I never would have-

"What's that supposed to mean?" You say a little confused and annoyed.

"You're- a pretty gal and I didn't wanna-

"You didn't want to what? Ruin me?" You say softly making Arthur's mouth drop open.

"No- I- you're too good for me. I wasn't expecting ya-" Arthur begins but you cut him off.

"Well, you've got me for the next hour or so, and I ain't complaining. So you can do what you want with me and I promise I won't mind." You smile sweetly.

Your words make Arthur drop his underwear and stalk over to you, "How about I make you mine instead?".

He grips your waist and lifts you sit on the edge of the counter, standing between your legs before leaning in for a kiss. "Let's take it slow this time. Wanna cherish ya."

***

[ladykissingfish]

*Hidan and Kakuzu out walking in a snowy forest*

Kakuzu: This is ridiculous. It’s freezing out here, and the snow is coming down so hard I can barely read this map! Are you positive Pein said we had to take this mission today??

Hidan: I’m sure, old fuck. Keep your pants on … *takes the map and squints at it* See? *points* We’re here, and our rendezvous spot is just half a mile ahead. So quit your bitchin’ and get a move on.

*Kakuzu quietly grumbles to himself as he pulls his cloak tighter around him and follows Hidan’s lead up the path*

Hidan: Ah — there it is!

Kakuzu: That place? I know that place; it’s a fairly expensive hotel. The client we’re meeting must be loaded, eh?

Hidan: Everything's always money with you, ain’t it? Greedy bastard …

*the two go into the hotel and shake themselves off in the doorway before stepping inside*

Kakuzu: Okay; now where is the guy we’re supposed to —

*Hidan walks away from him and up to the front desk*

Hidan: Reservation under “Jashin” for the deluxe suite, please.

*the hotel clerk hands him a key and Hidan walks back to to a confused Kakuzu*

Kakuzu: … Reservation? Brat, what —

Hidan: I booked this a whole week ago, ‘Kuzu. Surprise! *takes his hand and pulls him towards the staircase* I checked it out beforehand; our room has got a gigantic bed and a bathtub as big as a swimming pool and —

Kakuzu: Wait, wait; I’m confused. What about the mission?

Hidan: You dumbass; I lied, there ain’t no mission. Well, except one: make Kakuzu’s birthday a great one!

Kakuzu: Birthday? It’s not my — *pauses to look at a calendar hanging on a wall* Well, shit …

Hidan: Ha! Finally managed to get your ass!

Kakuzu: But … this place is pricey, isn’t it? How did —

Hidan: I talked red-eyes into using that sharingan of his to help me win big in a gambling den. Hey, are ya hungry? I made sure this place had that gross liver ya love so much, and —

Kakuzu: *pushes Hidan against the wall and kisses him* There’s only one thing I want to devour tonight, and I’m looking at him. *takes his hand* Lead the way.

Hidan, blushing: D-damn … okay, let’s go. Boy, at first I thought it was a mistake to take all that money from your secret stash to go play cards on, but now I —

Kakuzu: Wait … what?

Hidan: I … er … h-hey, did I mention this place has free massages and palm readings and —

Kakuzu: Palm readings, eh? To tell the future? Well I know what MY future is going to look like … but it remains to be seen what yours holds, my dear money-stealing brat. *kisses Hidan’s knuckles* Now, lead the way. While you can still walk.

Hidan:

[oldwindowsicons]

Big Money Deluxe

[irkimatsu]

spicy wedding night with husk?👀

Spicy wedding night with Husk~

I sincerely doubt Husk is the type to wait for marriage before sex. For emotional intimacy, probably, at least by the time you met him; he's tired of one-night-stands and heartbreak, and he can't let himself be that sort of vulnerable with you until he's sure you're serious about him. But he doesn't need to put a ring on your finger before he's sweeping you off your feet with candles and music and gentle lovemaking into the morning. (Or until he's pinning you to the mattress and railing you until you can't feel your legs. He still likes some spice in the bedroom.)

But that wedding night is a whole other level. I think he'd like a big party for his wedding. Before he met you, he used to dryly joke about how if he ever got married again, he'd do it like in Vegas, get married by the first fucker in a suit he can find and sign the divorce papers in advance. But underneath that cynicism, there's a hopeless romantic who wants to celebrate his love and do it right this time. The party lasts long into the night, with Husk drinking and chatting with guests...

And staring at you, oh god, staring at you. He's always been attracted to you, but seeing you in your wedding best... that you're wearing because you want to spend the rest of your afterlife in this pit with him... he can't get his mind off you.

The way you smiled, tears in your eyes, before your first kiss with him as your husband... that smile will be in his mind for the rest of his existence...

A very drunken best man Angel is eventually going to get sick of Husk's pining and playfully shove you two out the door. Don't you guys have a reservation for the night? Go on, get out, go have fun!

Because, sure, you could just stay in your room at the Hazbin Hotel, especially if the reception is being held there... but where's the romance in that?

This is the first you've heard of a reservation, as Husk leads you to a fancy hotel some distance from the reception. He brings you up to a deluxe room, with a giant bed, a fireplace, a hot tub...

"Do you like it...?" he asks, surprisingly nervous.

You're afraid to ask how he afforded this; you know he's not the most responsible when it comes to making money...

But you'll leave that alone for now. Costs aside, of course you're delighted to spend your wedding night in a place like this...

He lights the fireplace with his magic - showoff - and puts on some music, and with that, he's holding you and kissing you more deeply than he has all night, which is saying something. He undresses you so slowly, allowing his paws and mouth to savor every inch of skin he exposes before removing just a little more of your clothing.

You're his now, you're his- and even more importantly, he's yours...

Before you're fully undressed, he'll have you under him on the silken sheets, still kissing your body as if he hasn't seen you in years. You undress him in turn, running your fingers through his fur, marveling at the idea that you've found someone this wonderful in a place like Hell.

His lips are locked with yours as he slides inside you, so slowly, for the first of many times that night. He gently rocks into you in time with the music, barely able to keep his mouth off yours, groaning as you lightly tug at the fur beneath his wings.

He's so gentle with you... for now, anyway. He's yours now, after all; he wants to do anything, anything at all, to help you enjoy your first night with him, and every other night following that. Every moment you're spending in bliss beneath his touch is bliss for him, too. If you just want to be gentle tonight, of course he'll honor that. ...on the other hand, if you want to check out the stock of sex toys that the room came with, maybe try something new...

It's going to be a long time before he can pull himself away from you. Hopefully he's booked more than one night here...

[gemini-sensei]

Private Session | Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Reader

Kinktober Day 22: Gloryhole

@sensei-venus thank you for this idea. I hope you like it.

CW: monstercock!Demetri, anonymous sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, rough sex, Reader is a sex worker, implied multiple rounds, cervix poking.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, but at the same time, Demetri Alexopoulos was tired of being a virgin. So it wasn't surprising that he found himself at one of these places.

It was dark, keeping the anonymity of clients and workers, which he was thankful for. He didn't want to risk the chance of running into someone he knew, so the darkness was welcome for once. He wasn't going to go out of his way and drive out of town for this. One night to lose his virginity was all he needed, not an unnecessary road trip. Why waste gas when he can use that money for a private room.

One of which he was being led to.

The owner - who also acted as receptionist - stopped in front of a door and used her key card to open it. "You paid for the deluxe package, meaning you get the room all night, so do as you like, but nothing violent. Not saying you can't be rough but don't beat her up. I'll kick you out and ban you if I find out if do. You gotta respect my girls, got it?"

Demetri nodded, understanding and knowing the rules. He'd read through them on the website thoroughly. He also remembered seeing the gigantic bodyguards in the lobby. "Got it."

She nodded and let the door swing open. "Here you are."

He nodded in thanks, throat a little dry, and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. It wasn't a large room, only big enough for two or three people to occupy, with a little couch tucked in the corner and a mini fridge beside it. The main attraction of the room was on the wall opposite the couch, a hole with the lower half of a woman's curvy body stuck through it. Her legs were held up by the ankles with straps affixed to the wall and her naked, fat, wet pussy was on display for him to see. Demetri already felt himself getting hard at the sight, forgetting his earlier shame for picking this option.

He made quick work of getting undressed, kicking off his shoes and undoing his jeans. They dropped to the floor with his boxers and he tossed them onto the couch. It was better that way, otherwise he'd be torturing himself and he didn't have to. Not tonight.

Walking up to the pair of legs, he had one hand wrapped around his cock and used the other to grab her thick thigh. He kneaded her soft, doughy fat, watching the way it squished under his hand and spilled between his fingers. She moaned and he realized he could hear her through the wall.

He accidentally let out an, "Oh shit."

Reader giggled on the other side of the wall, holding her hands over her stomach. She was supposed to be as quiet as possible, moaning and other sounds of pleasure being the exception. However, she couldn't help thinking the guy on the other side of the wall sounded kind of cute. His movements were slow and exploratory, making her think this must be his first time at one of these businesses.

Demetri continued to explore her body, at least what was exposed to him, and his hands wandered her thighs. He slid his hands up and down the underside of her thighs, giving them nice squeezes and pinches. Then he led hand down to her pussy and ran a finger through her folds. She was so glistening wet, it was gorgeous. His touch made her shiver and he bit his lip as he watched her react. Then he used two fingers to pull her folds apart so he could see her needy cunt.

His cock throbbed between his legs, in great need of attention. A fat glob of pre cum dribbled from the slit and fell to the floor. He'd done a little research before coming there, so he slid two fingers into her tight cunt and started fucking her open.

"I'm already prepped for you," Reader said from the other side.

He chuckled nervously. "Oh, trust me, you're gonna need more prep."

She moaned instead of arguing, deciding to trust him. She only hoped he hadn't brought some monster of a dildo to try shoving up her hole. She gasped as she felt a third finger enter her. "Okay..."

Demetri fingered her until he could fit four fingers in her tight, clenching cunt. He watched the way she stretched around his digits, chewing on his lower lip as he used his other hand to squeeze the base of his cock, edging himself in anticipation for the main event. He only removed his fingers when he thought she was ready and used the wetness to prep his cock. He rubbed as much of it as he could over the tip and length of his dick.

Then he rubbed the tip along her folds before pushing into her. It popped in and she gasped, feeling how big it was. She could only imagine what was to come. He was thick with a knobby, fat tip. He pushed into her and it dragged along her walls as he stretched her open despite the extra prep he'd given her. She didn't need to worry about it being fake because she felt the way it pulsed between her tight, velvet walls. It was warm and heavy and she'd never taken anything like it before. She had to grab hold of the table's edges just to keep her wits about her.

He met resistance halfway through, looking down at her folds that were so prettily stretched around his thick shaft. He groaned at the sight and started pulling out, just to rut back into her with short thrusts. It was wishful thinking if he thought he could bottom out in this fat, tight, pretty cunt, so he went right for fucking it. He didn't want to waste time dilly-dallying, despite having booked the room for the entire night. He just wanted to get the whole losing-his-virginity thing out of the way.

His rutting hips were inexperienced and his movements were sloppy. He held onto Reader's thighs as he fucked her wet, gushing pussy. His fingers dug into the fat and pinched her on accident as he was hardly able to think about what his hands were doing. His mind was too hazy to focus on anything other than fucking the cunt in front of him.

She moaned so pretty as she took his big monster of a cock. She knew she wasn't taking the whole thing because she had yet to feel his hips meet her ass. Her nails clawed at the table, doing little to whittle at the cool metal. All she could really do was throw her head back and moan and whine in pleasure as she took the biggest cock she'd ever felt.

Demetri kept at it, thrusts becoming a little erratic as he got lost in the whole experience. His cock throbbed, telling him that he wasn't going to last very long, but it was hard to pay attention to when it felt so good. Then, to his surprise, he bottomed out and he felt his hips knock into her ass.

He stuttered in his thrusts before stopping, pressing his narrow hips into the fat of her ass and looking down. He panted hard as he felt the tightness of her walls wrapped tightly around his whole length, his cock head pressed against the deepest part of her. She came on his cock, her little cervix was kissing his tip and making his head dizzy.

"Holy shit," he muttered, resting his head on the wall as he watched the place where they met.

Her hips and thighs shook as she came with a wailing cry of pleasure, hot liquid squirting from her hole and making a mess of him. It wet his shirt and he bunched it up, putting it in his mouth to suck the hot juices out of. She tasted divine and he couldn't help moaning.

Reader could feel the tip of his cock pressed against her poor cervix. It had her moaning and crying out as she came around him, sure that she was making a mess of him as her juices ran down her ass and pooled on the end of the table under her. "Oh god! Oh my god!"

Before she was done, Demetri pulled his hips back and slammed into her. She shook with the power behind his thrust, screaming happily as he continued with the rough treatment. She held onto the table, throwing her head back as his cock slammed into her cervix like a battering ram.

He kept his head down so he could watch her spasming pussy gush around him, moaning into his shirttail as he listened to her pleasured cries. It was so much better than he ever thought it could be. He had to have the best pussy in the whole world taking the entirety of his monster cock, and she loved it. This was the best feeling in the world, he was sure of it.

Before he knew it, he was coming. He pressed into her sore, fucked out pussy and loading her up. His heavy balls drew up and he filled her cute little cunt with hot ropes of cum. He bit his lip, swallowing his groans so he could listen to her whines and whimpers from the other side of the wall.

With each throb of his cock, a new heavy rope of his cum was deposited in her warm, used cunt. Pressed tightly against her cervix, she was sure every drop was going straight into her womb. Her legs shook with sensitivity and need and she couldn't help reaching through the hole in the wall to rub at her clit. In seconds, she made herself come so she could drink up every drop of cum from his balls greedily. Her eyes rolled up as she thought about how full she was going to be, already feeling heavy with his load and cock stuffing her.

She had no idea that as she came around his cock, milking him for every ounce, Demetri's eyes were rolling up as well. He couldn't hold in his contentment, groaning lowly as she spasmed around him again. It felt so good as she sucked the end of orgasm out of him, leaving him huffing and puffing in his half of the little room he shared with her.

He didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until he opened them. His orgasm had been so blinding that he'd almost forgotten where he was. When he looked down, he saw her hands searching for something. He took it gently and she squeezed his hand before pulling it through the hole, placing it on her pudgy stomach, which was soft with fat but a little tight under that. He was confused, still coming back to reality after his high.

"You filled me to the fucking brim," Reader giggled from the other side of the wall. She felt how bloated she was just from one of his orgasms, selfishly wanting more. His big fat cock had to come with some fat hanging balls and her mouth watered at the mere idea of them. She wanted them in her mouth. "Feel it?"

"Fuck, I do," he groaned, groping her belly through the wall. This wasn't in the rules anywhere, but he was sure they weren't supposed to be talking like this. They definitely shouldn't be touching each other like this. He'd paid for an anonymous session after all, but this was too amazing to pass up. "I did all that?"

She pressed her hand down on her belly and cum gushed from between the tight seal of his half-hard cock wrapped up in tight pussy. He felt how it cascaded down the base of his cock to his balls. He groaned, held falling back as it made his cock twitch. His mind began racing with ideas.

He was only brought out of fantasy land when Reader giggled. "We've got all night, you know..."

The suggestion in her voice made him shiver with lust. He never knew he could be so overcome with the emotion, but he wasn't complaining about it now.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "What do you say, Big Boy?"

He answered her by nearly pulling all the way out just to thrust back into, bottoming out in her cum-filled pussy. She squealed and moaned, legs shaking as they hung in the air, pinned to the wall. He didn't have to say another word as they got to work.

[loafbud]

Shiver said if Money won, they'd buy Frye and Big Man each a cash money bank dollar-bill-scented jackpot deluxe outfit, so after the results they got them both custom-made outfits!

it's only a sketch, i might doodle a colored version later on tho LOL

[reesdomain]

Ummm…who tf is this? Surely this isn’t supposed to be my man…

Welp the money that would’ve went to this can now be saved for his future content releases and myth pair because this is not giving enough. And that big ass collar in the deluxe version…

I’m sorry but “generic” or “cartoonish” features on something that’s gonna run $300-500 before shipping is not gonna fly. I’m not sure when this trend with putting pop up parade faces on high end resin figures started but it needs to stop. I hope one of the studios that does Eren or Nanami resins picks him up eventually.

[beanghostprincess]

Transfem Buggy is that kind of girls who hides money in bra (also consider BBBD aka Boobie Buggy Balls Deluxe instead of real boobs (she HAS real boobs but they're not THAT big)

boobie buggy balls deluxe is something i did not expect to read today but here we are and i agree completely. also, whenever she hides/grabs money from her bra, shanks needs a moment to recover from his heart attack. also, consider her doing this in front of crocodile and mihawk. they suddenly remember why the fuck they spend time with her.