#gobbi hotels | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

darklydeliciousdesires · 9 months ago

Text

London Will Burn - Chapter Fourteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,313

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

It bloomed through her, desire unmatched, the feel of him, the scent of his aftershave, the crush of his beautiful lips against hers. Mindlessness held her fast already, the chemistry too strong to fight; not that she wanted to, not even for a single moment.

“I have a room here.”

She nodded, her mouth falling back to his, Sean pulling from her kiss to take her hand, leading her down the long corridor to the side door that opened into the foyer of the Dorchester hotel. Rubbing Jonathan’s nose in it would have been a coup, he couldn’t deny it. Being with Rin as quickly as possible overrode his need for one upmanship, though.

Her heart thundered as he led her across the polished floor towards the lift, the thrill of it, the unspoken, the fact there was no rules, only games she was beginning to very much enjoy. Waiting for it to descend, he squeezed her hand in his, winking when she turned to look at him, his mouth upturning.

“In case I am too bowled over by lust, I must tell you now, I don’t think I have ever seen you look more beautiful than you do tonight.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping into forward when the lift doors slid open, attempting to release his hand. He held on tightly. “You’re only telling me this to get into my knickers. You’ve already accomplished that.”

“No.” He pressed the button for the seventh floor, turning to her, Rin feeling herself pulled into the vortex of his blown pupils, falling deep. “I’m telling you because you deserve to hear it.” His mouth met hers, the kiss so soft, it took her by surprise. Her stomach flipped, her nerves feeling sliced open by the intimacy of it, his fingers softly raining over her cheeks.

Suddenly, she was eighteen again, in the sun filled luminescence of her bedroom, just staring at him fondly. No cares, no betrayal, no second guessing; just them. It frightened the hell out of her.

“I can’t,” she protested, pushing him away, needing space.

His face twisted in confusion. “But...”

“I just can’t!” Her voice tremored, turning from him, resting a hand to her forehead as the maelstrom hit her fully, everything she’d been desperate to supress. “I-I can’t do this, Sean! I said I never would again, and now it’s twice, about to be three times, and nothing is clear, and...” Suddenly, everything that had excited her was now bearing down upon her emotionally, and she couldn’t bear to withstand it.

“No, something is clear,” he spoke, hitting the stop button, the lift grinding to a halt. “For me, it’s very clear, and it always has been.” His hand pressed to her shoulder, attempting to turn her. “Look at me, Catherine.”

“I can’t!”

“Well, you fucking have to!”

“No, I don’t, Sean! I am not a malleable ball of fucking clay for you to prod and mould as you please!” She finally turned then, her eyes glassy, shaking her head. “I can’t do this.”

He steeled himself, knowing he had to speak it, what he’d stuffed down so deep, and for so very long. “And I can’t go another day without telling you that I love you. I love you, and it’s killing me.”

She shook her head, unable to believe her ears. “What?”

“I have loved you for seven fucking years, Catherine. If this is because you’re scared that this is a game, then don’t be. Leave that behind, because to me, this is no game, no power play. Just a man in love with a woman he knows he never, ever should have forsaken.”

Her lip wobbled, and his thumb dragged it softly, resting his forehead to hers. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” And god, how he did. “If you can trust me, I will show you. I love you.” He kissed her, and she tried to fight it, but her heart, Her heart. “I fucking love you, you gobby little twat.”

In an instant, she was crying but laughing, scared but hopeful, the juxtaposes too exhausting to fight against any longer as they fell into a kiss, Sean reaching to hit the lift button and resume their ascent once more. He had no idea whether she truly believed him, but her being in his arms and upon his lips was good enough for that moment. Anything else could wait, and his actions going forth would show her; if of course she let him.

Arriving in his room, she gladly kicked off her shoes, placing her bag down on the table, his hands all over her as he unfastened the zip of her long, elegant dress. She looked just as sensational in Oscar de la Renta as she did Dolce and Gabbana, but truly, he liked her best in nothing at all.

His fingertips stroked over the black, scalloped lace of her underwear, reading the goose pimples that rose over her skin like braille, their message clear. Their undress of one another was deft, yet slow, savouring it, Rin pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his thighs as her mouth met his once more, slowly descending.

She needed it, to control the moment, so stirred by her emotions, embarrassed that she’d cried in front of him. Power shouldn’t have come into it, and she knew it, knew she was falling back into her relentless need to have the upper hand where he was concerned. At least this time, that upper hand was making him the receiver of something he’d actually enjoy.

Grasping his cock, she laid kisses to his hip, moving her mouth and running her tongue up the fat vein inflating the underside of his bulky shaft. She elicited a deep groan from him, Sean tangling his fingers in her hair, his head softly thudding back on the bed.

That groan only deepened when she took him slowly into her mouth, his cock twitching the deeper she sucked him back, pulsing her lips around him before dragging her lips back up his shaft, pausing at the tip and kissing it as she winked at him. God, that woman. What she did to him with only a fucking wink, circling her tongue around the head of his cock a few times before repeating the same thing all over again.

Watching himself disappearing again and again into her pretty mouth, his thighs quaked as her lips tightened around him, her nails trailing down his chest stirring a flush of goose pimples to rise over his skin. Pleasure crackled through him, his cock like iron as she continued to suck on him with aplomb, moaning softly around him, her noises of contentment sending tingling sensations through his thick shaft.

It was about all he could stand without encroaching upon coming much sooner than he wanted, shuffling back before reaching to grasp her waist, throwing her into the middle of the bed. Pinned beneath him, she stared into his eyes, her throat tightening. He loved her, and her heart knew it, but her head...

He read her like a book. “So much for vowing not to put my cock in your mouth.”

The way he raised an eyebrow had her chuckling softly, stroking his chest. “I suppose a lot can change in two days.”

Kissing the tip of her nose, his mouth wasted no time in descent. “Seems so, darling.” His lips etched a heated path over her beautiful body, careful attention shown to every single spot he knew made her glimmer before finally settling between her legs.

“Ohhh.” The sigh fluttered from her mouth softly, her cunt sucked upon greedily, Sean groaning deeply as her wetness bathed his tongue and chin. Her hums and murmurs of pleasure floated through the air like sweet music as he sucked at her, the addition of the gentlest of nibbles making a soft prick of pain melt down her spine, gasping when his tongue began to roll languidly over her clit.

It was a delicate, slow circle he drew upon her bud, watching her undulate against his mouth, his hands stroking her silken legs, entranced by the sight of her losing herself to him. The blade of his tongue soon cut through to the marrow of her, all that was gentle pressure now replaced by keen licks that ignited her bones, making her feel as if embers were burning on her nerves, her thighs brushing his face, squirming in ecstasy.

“I think you’re ready for my cock now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but that means you stopping your tongue, and it’s too good!”

He chuckled at the compliment, continuing to lash her clit with fast licks. “It does, but maybe this...” Pausing, he moved to kneel, pushing her thighs down onto the bed and gently gliding his hardness into the aqueous velvet of her cunt, “is better?”

“Oh, yes. Definitely.”

His abs juddered in response to her trailing her nails down them gently, one hand slipping between her legs to feel his cock as it plunged in and out of her steadily, his eyes flitting between hers and where they were fused. “Feeling how wet you’re getting me? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucked on them, making him burn. “Mmmm, yes. It really does.”

“Watching you do that is making my tongue jealous.” Slipping out, he moved back to lie between her legs, mouth clamping around her and sucking hard, his tongue sweeping through her folds. Her back arched off the bed, her body wholly at the mercy of his staggering sexual talent.

He lapped at her keenly, his hot breaths adding to the stimulation, her clit soaked from each eager swirl of his tongue before he moved back to arrow into her once more. Inching in steadily, he filled her entirely, remaining totally still, his thumb rubbing at her clit as he watched her slit spasm from the strong clenches of her inner walls around him, the sight transfixing to him.

“Fuck, you feel too good,” she breathed, flexing on him as he remained completely still, pulling him down to bestow kisses of heated need. “Fuck me, please just fuck me.”

Moving his mouth to her neck, he chuckled deeply, sprinkling kisses. “Do I detect begging?”

“Yes, I’m out of my fucking mind here! Please just pound me into the bloody bed!” Her desperation amused him, Sean having her think he was about to sate her by beginning to move, a single thrust given before he pulled out once again, kissing his way back down, biting her pubic mound with a playful growl before sliding his tongue into her soaking slit.

“God, you taste amazing.” Laving over her clit, he winked at her, her nails gliding through his hair and over his scalp, watching as he ate her fervently, his short beard prickling her soft folds, a deep grumble of arousal causing her flood his tongue. Sitting back up, he pushed inside her again, her little whimper making his insides tingle.

She lay at his mercy, Sean resting her legs over his shoulders as he began to give her exactly what she wanted, centring his weight down through his pelvis, each thrust delivered with more pressure, making her wail as he stroked her shins, turning his head to kiss her ankle and softly bite her toes.

Just when she was getting used to being ploughed, though, he switched cock for tongue once more, pushing it into her burning hole, licking her opening while his nose nudged her clit, her legs virtually knotting around his head.

How? How could one person be this illimitably thrilling in bed? He was everything she’d ever looked for in a lover, so attentive, very much getting off on being the instigator to her losing her mind to him. She’d never been with a man who was as much of a giver as Sean. His mouth ate her to near ruin before finally, he sheathed himself in her heat and this time, didn’t pull away.

He gave her long strokes, pulling right to the edge before invading back to her depths, three slow thrusts followed by two quick and sharp, Rin’s eyes rolled back in her head as she shook under the pressure from his cock, heavy as it dragged throbbing heat out of her, her mouth dropped open as she panted and wailed.

“That’s it. Come around my cock, beautiful.” Those words were the catalyst to it, her body trembling all over as she shattered for him completely, sparks blazing, her hips driving strongly as she ground against him, greedy for more friction.

He had no idea how she didn’t drag the orgasm from him as well with the force she came with, but he focused on not succumbing to it, the tingling in the pit of his groin, slowing down to both contain himself and give her a little recovery, bending to suck her nipples in turn.

Moving onto his side, he pulled her leg up over his hip, stroking her thigh as they shared steamy kisses, his heart hammering madly. God, the things she stirred in him, the way her flesh felt pressed to his, the tight hug of her molten centre around his throbbing cock as he fucked her slow and deep.

Each of his lust saturated groans vibrated her lips as she tucked her head under his chin, kissing his neck, her nails grazing his chest, lost in the tempest that was the two of them together. Their bodies collided, slow and rolling, hot and tight with erotic euphoria, a few more strong thrusts seeing Sean through to his burning finish, shooting ribbons of cum deeply into the snug clutch of her cunt.

In the aftermath, she lay against his chest, her nails circling his nipple, his hand idly stroking up and down her back, tickling her spine. enjoying the afterglow of their releases, the quiet stillness, the peace. War felt good between them, but this? It was on another level entirely.

It was what they’d both needed for years.

They shared a level of intimacy through silence like never before, stroking one another, Rin moving to rest her head on her hand while looking down at him, her thumb skimming his cheek.

“I like this, just us, no complications. I can’t trust it, though.”

Turning his head, he kissed her thumb, but didn’t break his gaze for a second. “I know, darling.” Moving his hand to the back of her head, he pulled her near, clasping her face with his other hand, kissing her softly, but with more feeling than she could ever remember experiencing. “I shan’t ever hurt you again either. I know you won’t believe me, or trust that I won’t for a while. I more than expect to have to work for that trust, but I want you to know that I mean it.”

More than anything, she wanted to believe him, too. Caution abounded, though. She couldn’t feel pain like she once had because of him. Not again. Nodding, she kissed him, resting her head back down upon his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat while the past rose up once again in her mind.

She’d not shed a single tear for him at the time, not until a few days after she’d given birth to Tiger, lying in her bedroom with her baby sleeping beside her, imagining Sean lying in the bed with them. Visualising him there, smiling just as adoringly as she was at their newborn had finally prompted her to break down completely, yet it wasn’t the arms of the man she finally had to admit she’d fallen in love with to comfort her, her beloved dad hearing her cries and coming to bundle her in a hug.

Her family had flown out there to be with her, so she wasn’t completely alone at such an important time. There had only been one person the scared, nineteen-year-old new mother had ached for, though.

“Shhhh, what’s the matter?” he asked, hearing her beginning to sob. “Come on, darling. It’s alright.”

“It wasn’t, though.”

He closed his eyes. God, if her heart had matched his back then, as he strongly expected it had. The pain he must have put her though. “Tell me. I think I need to hear it. I need to understand fully, and I want to.”

As soon as she opened her mouth, the floodgate burst forth, and for the first time in years she truly allowed herself to be vulnerable. “I loved you, that’s the only reason why against all logic I decided to keep Tiger. Because she was ours, because she was yours. She was the only beautiful thing to bloom from something that broke my bloody heart, but being out there in Africa with her, watching her grow and look more and more like you every day, it fucking killed me, Sean.”

His forehead creased, blinking hard as he held her face in his hands, kissing her forehead. “I’m so sorry. I truly am, Rin.” He wrapped her in his arms, holding her. It might have been seven years too late, but she felt comfort for finally feeling it. “I should have done what I was going to do and deleted the video, instead of trying to please my fucking father, when such a task was never short of impossible.”

A shuddered sigh left her mouth, nails stroking a circle at the side of his neck. “I wish you had, too. I suppose I should have told you...”

“I understand now, why you didn’t,” he interjected with, Rin continuing.

“You missed so much of her life, all the things she should have had her dad there for.”

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m here now, for the rest of it.”

In her mind, that remained to be seen. Nodding, she excused herself, going to the bathroom to wash her face as free from her smudged makeup as she could with the soap provided. Ugh. She needed her things, her skin feeling tight in the wake of it, crying out for moisture. She also had no intentions of being seen the next morning in the clothes she had worn the night before.

“Feeling better?” he asked from his place now moved beneath the luxury bedsheets, Rin nodding as she reached for her bag and pulled out her phone.

“A little. If you’ll excuse me a second. I need to call home.” She rang directly to the staff quarters, reaching Alexis, their head of house. “I need an overnight bag packing and delivering to The Dorchester, room two one seven. My black jeans, my camel cashmere sweater, a black blazer, my beige LK Bennett shoes... yes, the suede ones. A toothbrush and paste, my moisturiser and my small makeup bag in the ensuite... yes, that’s it. Oh, and some clean underwear. Thank you, Alexis.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned to him, puzzled. “What is that face for?”

“You women and your perpetual need for so many items,” he spoke, reaching to stroke her cheek tenderly. “And yet how I always remember you is with simplicity, in your big sweater and socks when I came to your house that time.”

That time, that time so long ago, a time that had never truly left either of them, etched into their memories. “I’m not her anymore, Sean.”

“Yes, you are.” He pulled her closer to him, resting his forehead to hers. “Only I see her, though.”

As they fell into kisses again, Rin felt herself bloom to know that while so much had changed, the part of her she thought long gone still remained visible to the man who held her against him tightly. Perhaps she hadn’t become as lost to the pain he’d caused her as she’d once thought.

#sean wallace fanfiction #sean wallace smut #sean wallace x ofc #gangs of london fanfiction #sean wallace fanfic #gangs of london #gangs of london fanfic #gangs of london fic #joe cole #sean wallace fic #london will burn #sean and rin

31 notes · View notes

doorrobloxstuff · 1 year ago

Text

Modifier..head..canons..?? But it starts as a ramble.

Feel free to use these notes in your own aus because this shit vexes me.

No, I’m not going to make modify a (currently living) entity. DONT DO THIS TO YOURSELF. I KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW YOU’D DO THIS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I can’t really find any way to implement modifiers into canon. Maybe it’s an entity like revive?? Maybe Revive gives blessings but the more magic it uses

I’d be funny if there’s blackouts sometimes or the electricity short circuits because of over usage of power and all the lightbulbs just collectively explode

- or Gobby gets greedy and takes everything, but I’m pretty sure TGL AND Jeff would be pretty mad if he took all the currency that can be used to aid someone’s survival. So all the stuff to do with that is NC.

More explanations for stuff:

“Gone fishing” and “Soundproofing” is absolutely not canon. TGL has committed literal crimes to save humans. LITERALLY KILLED ENTITIES TO SAVE THEM.

All the electrical stuff is canon and can be explained as power overusage from too many electrical devices being used at once.

Wet floor is canon. Entities and intruders alike slipping on their ass from wet floor wax is both funny and realistic considering the entities have to do upkeep. They probably have “wet floor” sticky notes on the wall to keep people from tripping and falling though-

Bad ventilation is canon, though the fog is heavier and it’s steam from whenever someone takes a REALLY long shower.

Rush *beating in the door*: “GODDAMN IT JACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE FOR SO FUCKIN LONG! ITS A FUCKIN SAUNA IN HERE!”

Jack: “I AM WAXING MY LEGS DU SCHLAMPE!”

“Key key key” can be explained by Rueben getting extra locks that week- but.. I don’t know it sounds like a pain in the ass to open every. single. door. manually. To the point it’d probably even annoy the most paranoid of entities.

Like, everyone can just get smaller version a skeleton key. (No, not the ones ingame..) but that’d still be pretty annoying so- non-canon??

Few places to hide/nowhere to hide? Mmm..maybe in the future but I don’t think hide would like it if there was less dressers. But then again, destroying superfluous dressers could help the hotel save energy by reabsorbing inactive mass so maybe destroying them and allowing them to re-absorb would be beneficial if things got REALLY bad.

‘Jammin is NC. Don’t see the point of it unless Jeff somehow got his hands on the hotel intercom and started blasting music to confuse entities.

That’d probably start a confused fight between everyone though as everyone rushes to the intercom to have that stuff turned off.

Tripped, Tripped and fell, Last few breaths, last breath, can be explained as intruders with chronic illnesses or injuries they got prior to entering the hotel.

“Injuries” is just being realistic so no changes there.

Didn’t skip leg day, faster faster faster, Maximum overdrive can also be canon. It’s all fun and games until a crackhead breaks in and starts sprinting.

My legs are killing me, my knees are killing me can be explained off as older people.

Good time: *Shrugs.* The entities are busy.

Bad time: *Shrugs* The entities aren’t as busy.

Really bad time: They think you saw one of their children, which makes them collectively lose their minds.

Worse time ever: They know you saw or injured one of their children. They will collectively lose their shit.

Rush hour: Ambush has migraines so big daddy’s gotta catch the intruder.

I’m runnin’ here: Rush has something to prove or food is low.

I’m tip-toein here: same explanation as above..or the kids are trying to sleep when you broke in. ^

Battle of wits/Wrong number: Dupe’s getting older and its hunting more refined.

I’m everywhere: Screech is getting older and MUCH more confident about its hunting abilities.

Think fast/faster: same as above but to a lesser degree^

Bug spray: Timothy isn’t in the mood to hunt.

Itchy: Timothy is very hungry.

Nosey/Always watching: Eyes has something to prove or food is low.

Four eyes/Seeing double: Oooo! For all the writers out there you can use this one to say eyes has a twin or something. But my explanation is that it can split itself temporarily. Albeit this expends a lot of energy so it’ll take a lot.

Get back here: Figure is in a foul mood/triggered.

You can really run: Seek is in a much more foul mood.

Back for seconds: Ambush is feeling much more up to hunting then usual..

Again & again & again & again: You took something that’s Ambush’s/its starving or it has a personal vendetta.

Rent’s due: Hide has more anxious then usual.

Round about: Halt’s got something to prove/its standing in for someone/it just wants to kill something.

Watch your step: Snare escaped the greenhouse.

Are those pancakes!?!?!: Self explanatory OR Snare is being taught to hunt (and one of its parents are nearby.)

I love pancakes!! Self explanatory.

Stop right there: A-90’s come to visit.

Room for more: Rushlet family reunion. (Aka the rooms gang has come to visit) Curious will also visit as well, though not as frequently.

“Super hard mode” isn’t canon. No. Go away.

Uh oh/how unfortunate/chaos chaos: Circumstances get more fucked up.

#author.txt #roblox doors #doors roblox #main au #headcanons

19 notes · View notes

tarditardi · 2 days ago

Text

Hotel Costez - Franciacorta: compleanno scatenato domenica 17/11 e tutti i party dal 15 al 30/11

Come si balla in Franciacorta? La risposta è senz'altro Hotel Costez, a Cazzago San Martino (Brescia) locale da tempo riferimento di chi vuole far tardi con stile il venerdì ed il sabato sera, anche grazie ad una formula vincente che facilità il divertimento (ingresso libero per i maggiorenni & grande musica, ottimi drink & ambiente curato in ogni dettaglio). Dall'autunno / inverno 2024-25, c'è una bella novità, anche a novembre, il mese che solitamente fa più raramente ima con il divertimento, visto che arriva dopo Halloween e prima delle feste di fine anno. Il locale gestito da Paolo e Francesco Battaglia apre sempre o quasi anche la domenica sera, per un aperitivo lungo (dalle 19 alle 22:30) che rende più dolce la fine del weekend. Proprio di domenica, il 17 novembre, Hotel Costez festeggia il suo compleanno, con un appuntamento ad alto tasso di divertimento... Che succederà? Beh, un po' di mistero è d'obbligo. Partecipare è una garanzia, ci si diverte, non poco...

Hotel Costez - Cazzago (Brescia), tutti i party dal 15 al 30 novembre 2024

15/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

In console Marco Magri & Luca Mede, Nicola Acerbis... perché la fortuna aiuta chi balla.

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

16/11 sabato: Saturday night fever…

In console Mapez alla voce e Steven Nicola al mixer... La febbre del sabato sera all'Hotel

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

17/11 domenica Buon Compleanno Hotel!

Che succederà? Un po' di mistero è d'obbligo. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

Dalle 19 alle 22:30

///

22/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

Al mixer Giada Brincè (dj) ed Elia Gobbi (dj)

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

23/11 sabato Soleil Party, un evento ad alto tasso di musica e stile

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

24/11 domenica Maracaibo

Maracaibo... balla barracuda zàzà!

Dalle 19 alle 22:30, Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

///

29/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

In console alla voce Brio, al mixer Nicola Acerbis e Dr.Space

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

30/11 sabato: Saturday night fever… La febbre del sabato sera all'Hotel

In console Mapez alla voce e Steven Nicola al mixer...

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

/// /// ///

Hotel Costez, in piena Franciacorta, a Cazzago (Brescia, A4: Rovato) come ogni anno, a settembre 2024 è tornato completamente rinnovato nello stile e più bello che mai, grazie all'attenta gestione di Paolo e Francesco Battaglia (che da anni fanno ballare pure il #Costez - Telgate BG). Ingresso libero e consumazione facoltativa 18+, così il divertimento è ancora più easy. Ad animare ogni party c'è la scatenata #Costez Family, fatta di ragazze e ragazzi che si divertono mentre lavorano... e fanno divertire i loro coetanei. Dalle 23 alle 4 ogni weekend il ritmo è alto e la situazione è perfetta per ballare, bere qualcosa di buono e divertirsi con gli amici... e oggi la situazione è ancora più Instagrammabile, con grandi specchi, banconi ancora più accoglienti, un'acustica migliorata e tanti dettagli che rendono Hotel Costez ancora più accogliente.

///

Hotel Costez - Cazzago (BS)

Via Sandro Pertini 2 - Cazzago San Martino (BS)

A4: Rovato. Info 331 1228756

Dalle 23 alle 4, ogni venerdì, sabato e prefestivi

Ingresso libero 18+, consumazione facoltativa

Web App: https://costez.club/

Instagram.com/hotelcostez__official

0 notes

djs-party-edm-italia · 2 days ago

Text

Hotel Costez - Franciacorta: compleanno scatenato domenica 17/11 e tutti i party dal 15 al 30/11

Hotel Costez - Cazzago (Brescia), tutti i party dal 15 al 30 novembre 2024

15/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

In console Marco Magri & Luca Mede, Nicola Acerbis... perché la fortuna aiuta chi balla.

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

16/11 sabato: Saturday night fever…

In console Mapez alla voce e Steven Nicola al mixer... La febbre del sabato sera all'Hotel

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

17/11 domenica Buon Compleanno Hotel!

Che succederà? Un po' di mistero è d'obbligo. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

Dalle 19 alle 22:30

///

22/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

Al mixer Giada Brincè (dj) ed Elia Gobbi (dj)

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

23/11 sabato Soleil Party, un evento ad alto tasso di musica e stile

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

24/11 domenica Maracaibo

Maracaibo... balla barracuda zàzà!

Dalle 19 alle 22:30, Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

///

29/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

In console alla voce Brio, al mixer Nicola Acerbis e Dr.Space

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

30/11 sabato: Saturday night fever… La febbre del sabato sera all'Hotel

In console Mapez alla voce e Steven Nicola al mixer...

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

/// /// ///

///

Hotel Costez - Cazzago (BS)

Via Sandro Pertini 2 - Cazzago San Martino (BS)

A4: Rovato. Info 331 1228756

Dalle 23 alle 4, ogni venerdì, sabato e prefestivi

Ingresso libero 18+, consumazione facoltativa

Web App: https://costez.club/

Instagram.com/hotelcostez__official

0 notes

sounds-right · 2 days ago

Text

Hotel Costez - Franciacorta: compleanno scatenato domenica 17/11 e tutti i party dal 15 al 30/11

Hotel Costez - Cazzago (Brescia), tutti i party dal 15 al 30 novembre 2024

15/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

In console Marco Magri & Luca Mede, Nicola Acerbis... perché la fortuna aiuta chi balla.

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

16/11 sabato: Saturday night fever…

In console Mapez alla voce e Steven Nicola al mixer... La febbre del sabato sera all'Hotel

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

17/11 domenica Buon Compleanno Hotel!

Che succederà? Un po' di mistero è d'obbligo. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

Dalle 19 alle 22:30

///

22/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

Al mixer Giada Brincè (dj) ed Elia Gobbi (dj)

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

23/11 sabato Soleil Party, un evento ad alto tasso di musica e stile

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

24/11 domenica Maracaibo

Maracaibo... balla barracuda zàzà!

Dalle 19 alle 22:30, Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

///

29/11 venerdì: Fortune favours the Dancers

In console alla voce Brio, al mixer Nicola Acerbis e Dr.Space

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

30/11 sabato: Saturday night fever… La febbre del sabato sera all'Hotel

In console Mapez alla voce e Steven Nicola al mixer...

Dalle 23 alle 4. Ingresso libero riservato ai maggiorenni.

/// /// ///

///

Hotel Costez - Cazzago (BS)

Via Sandro Pertini 2 - Cazzago San Martino (BS)

A4: Rovato. Info 331 1228756

Dalle 23 alle 4, ogni venerdì, sabato e prefestivi

Ingresso libero 18+, consumazione facoltativa

Web App: https://costez.club/

Instagram.com/hotelcostez__official

0 notes

emilianobertelli · 2 months ago

Link

#Magazine

0 notes

distressednoise · 11 months ago

Text

I did not finish this over Christmas like I told myself I would but here, have a first draft of a fight

The atmosphere curdled while Brasso was standing at the bar. He was too far away to hear what the twats at the pool table had said, but if you knew Cassian it was hard to miss the way his studied slouch twisted, a duck of the head and a drawing in of the shoulders that said he'd resigned himself to not making any friends or money here, but was willing to settle for trouble.

Brasso sighed, gave the room number and picked up their final round - four slippery, watered down pints that tasted off but were, crucially, free for people staying at the hotel or willing to pretend. If something had really set Cassian off, their days of sneaking in here were over; Cassian didn’t make trouble often, but when he did it trended vicious and showy. They'd have to find another hotel or, failure of failures, start paying for things. Hopefully Cassian had at least managed to win some money.

In the time it took Brasso to weave back to the pool tables The Twats (gobby, northern, potting red and suddenly behind by five points) clearly hadn't clocked that Cassian hated them now or that he'd been grifting them all along, because one of them was saying " - makes her more fuckable, if anything. Can't get away if they're dead," like they're all mates and they're all cleared for a bit of friendly fucking-your-mate's-dead-sister banter.

They aren't. They're not.

Cassian's face is as still and sharp as the knife Brasso hopes he doesn't have.

"What's that look for?" Twat One is saying, still not reading the room. "What? What, don't pretend that -"

Cassian moves quick but Brasso shoves him down, drops the pints, and puts his fist as far through Twat One's face as it'll go. It's not flashy but it saves time, enough for him to grab a fist full of Cassian's collar and is drag him away before security arrive. Cassian is shouting but Brasso doesn't hear it, too focused on moving, moving, moving.

By the time they make it back to Pegla's nan's timeshare and are rooting through the freezer for something to put on Brasso's rapidly expanding hand, Cassian has stuffed whatever feelings he has about the incident down far enough that his face is happy-sharp, laughing as he smacks a solid block of frozen peas into a more comfortable shape.

"Brasso, he's such a good influence," he says, grinning, tongue between his teeth. "Brasso'll stop you getting into trouble," as he pokes at Brasso's hand where it's soaking, prodding at the edges of the cut. "Brasso, he's such an angel," he coos, wrapping Brasso's hand up in a tea towel with a peeling map of Spain on it. "They have no idea how much fucking work you are."

"What am I supposed to do? Leave you to share shit you can't finish alone."

"If you like," says Cassian, because he knows Brasso won't. And then: "Let me look at it."

Brasso does, lets Cassian pick up his hand for inspection, bring it to his face and tilt it this way and that. They should turn on a light, maybe, Brasso is about to say, but then Cassian meets his eyes, a pleased glint in a sad room, and Brasso thinks, <i>back here again, are we?</i> just as Cassian runs his tongue along the cut

Cassian necked five pints at the airport and spent most of the flight asleep under Brasso’s coat. Brasso has no real memory of him moving, but when he reclaimed his jacket it was loaded with trolley-sized bottles of JD, and now it clinks tellingly as Brasso makes his way through the resort’s cramped corner shop.

The owner squints at him from the far side of the international crisp aisle, and Brasso wants to say I’m not your problem here, but that wouldn’t be strictly true. Brasso has been part of the problem since he was twenty three and didn’t dob Cassian in for stealing from his young offenders’ apprenticeship. Since then they’ve been two halves of the same crime: the guilty party (outside, smoking, getting sworn at in Catalan by 12 year olds) and the one responsible (inside, clinking, making a resigned, supervisory face at the cashier).

When he pays up the cashier peers judgementally into his basket, as if 90% of his clientele aren't after the same combination of Pot Noodle, cans and overpriced factor 10. Brasso's about to make a joke out of it when he says, "You need to get him to stop that," with a nod toward the door, and Brasso turns to see Cassian has negotiated a truce with the children by handing out the last of their cigarettes.

"We're down by the beach," Brasso promises. "We won't be around much." Those are both lies, but he can keep Cassian out of view, probably. Stash him between the novelty beach towels and racks of glittery jelly shoes and hope his hideous fucking patterned shirt blends in. The only reason Brasso hasn't been ripping him about it constantly since they set off is that it's so awful he suspects it was Clem's.

He gets forty Richmond just to make the cashier glare and heads outside to discover what sort of trouble has coalesced around Cassian in his absence, only to find that the children have been dismissed and Cassian is staring at him, face hard, nails newly bitten. "You've brought us to the shitty island," he accuses, as if he thought they were going to Ibiza. He'd actually been uncharacteristically passive while Brasso threw this whole thing together, so maybe he did.

"We're on the Pegla's-nan's-free-apartment island," Brasso corrects him. "Sorry it's not ideal for a rager."

"I know you're decrepit - " Brasso is twenty nine, thank you "but not all of us have given up on life."

"You said you needed to lie low."

"That doesn't mean be bored."

"What did you think it meant?"

"I - " Cassian flounders. "I just didn't expect to be here."

"Cos you didn't fucking help," Brasso points out, but he doesn't add that Cassian brought this on himself in the first place, and in return Cassian takes one of the creaking carrier bags for the schlep up the hill.

"Pegla likes you better."

That's true, Brasso thinks, but people tend to like doing things for Cassian more. He's fun to indulge: wide-eyed enough that you feel good about helping him, shifty enough that you feel rebellious doing it. He could have found himself a bolt hole easily. There's no real reason for Brasso to be here at all. Well, no - to stop Cassian drinking alone and making another set of terrible friends, maybe. To stop Cassian filling the flat with anyone else.

The flat, when they find it, is wedged in the middle floor of a relative high rise, four white-and-terracotta rooms groaning under the weight of Pegla's nan's knicknack collection. There's not a single surface that isn't occupied by a doily or a commemorative plate or one of a seemingly endless set of pink clam shell ashtrays; the clock and the fruitbowl and the light fitting are all bakelite relics from the days when the only good household fixture was one that looked like an exotic, sunbursting weapon; every dish in the kitchen is smoked glass; every furniture that can be nested, nests.

"That's 'your place or mine?' answered, then," Brasso says, dumping his suitcase in a bedroom largely given over by a set of ragdoll donkeys in the costumes of the world.

"Girls will love this," Cassian shouts from the kitchen. "We bring them here. We give them some sangria. We give them tea from a clock and… whatever this is -"

"It's for oranges." Brasso's nan had one. Had the clock, too, and a similar rug. The whole place feels like it should smell of tinned potatoes and death.

"- oranges, on a plate with the queen's face. They'll love that. We take them out on the balcony - "

"Are you sure you've done this before?"

"Trust me, we go out onto the balcony -"

"We go over to the hotel," Brasso says, "and we pretend we're part of the all-in, and then we have sex in the pool like normal people."

"We're lying low."

"Not this low, I'll have nightmares." The donkeys have multiplied since he came in. "Come on."

"I don't want attention."

"That's a fucking lie."

"You're not supposed to encourage me," Cassian complains. He's right, but fuck it - Brasso's on holiday too.

#cassian is a terrible tourist in every reality #brassian magaluf au #my fic #my writing

36 notes · View notes

gobbihotel · 7 years ago

Photo

Did you know that you have rules to follow in holiday too? On the top: NO DIET!

#gobbi hotels #Gatteo Mare #holiday #diet

2 notes · View notes

badlypackedtraveller · 2 years ago

Text

Channelling my inner Willie Nelson

On the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way Is on the road again I just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is ridin’ motorbikes with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again

Regensburg: I used to love this small city with its faux Roman temples and villas. Today an autobahn whizzes you around the city with nothing to see apart from a large statue of a nude man standing on his head.

In Wels the Stadtplatz is claimed to be one of the most beautiful squares in Austria. The Square acquired its present predominantly Baroque appearance in the 18th century. So far my holiday photos are of the grotty Airport Country Hotel (day 1) and the bus station (Stadtplatz). Like most bored youths the bus station is the hang-out place for a few gobby teenagers. The braver ones hurl a few comments about the affrontery of us taking photos of the bus station but shut up quickly when challenged. Same sad story wherever you go.

We head optimistically more or less south-east hoping for signs and make Maribor in time to check into the Hotel City Map[1] and head for the highly recommended Jack & Joe’s. They don’t get many British visitors and in the absence of us having any Slovenian language skills German is the common tongue. “Do you have any vegetarian dishes��? “Yes, we have chicken and fish, where have you come from”? Eventually a picture book menu is found; soon followed by generous portions of delicious bami goering and chilled pints of the local Favorit beer.

From the hotel back into town along the banks of the Drava River, which in the early evening abounds with joggers, dog walkers and cyclists. Past the last remaining Judgement Tower, the world’s oldest producing vine[2], up some dark alleys leading to Glavni trg and the statue of the six saints who saved the city during the plague. On a Tuesday evening the city centre is buzzing with lively bars in the streets off the main square. Beers in the street cafes of Postna ul. Across the way Patrick’s Irish Bar is showing England getting trounced by Hungary. Our great gift to the world.

Early morning I like to watch the city come to life so retrace yesterday’s walk into town down dark paths in the park and back across the often rebuilt footbridg. In 1885 Maribor built the first traffic connection between the city and Studenci. On 13/09/1903 the high water level carried away the footbridge but a year later a new one was built. On the second day of the war in 1941 the Yugoslav army blew up the bridge, which was renovated and used by the occupying forces until 1945. When the hydroelectric power station was commissioned the water level rose and carried away the bridge again. A new wider bridge was built in 1948 and was replaced again in 2009 with the current, still standing, bridge.

A swan sits with her four signets. Every passerby stops to say good morning to them and to take a photo. I do the same. At Cafe Evard old men sit for their first strong coffee of the day and first acrid cigarette. The waitress is already grumpy and displeased with her lot. Eavesdropping it is now that I learn that Buzet is pronounced Tzb; Pozane, Nzp and Vranja, Jnrv. You get the picture – take out all the vowels and read from right to left.

[1] Obrezna ulica 33, 2000 Maribor. T: +386 41674527 E: [email protected] www.citymap.si

[2] Museum of the World’s Oldest Vine. Vojasniska ul 14. E: [email protected] www.oldestvinemuseum.si

2 notes · View notes

mysticalnightenthusiast · 2 years ago

Text

NSFW Alphabet: Kevin Magnussen.

a-aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Likes to wallow in the afterglow for a while but always asks what you’d like, a warm washcloth or a hot bath. Whatever it is Kevin will do it. Sometimes all aftercare is for you is a sleepy cuddle session.

b-body part (their favorite body part of their own and that of their partner’s)

K-Mag loves his legs,, since he came back into F1 he’s bulked up a bit particularly in the legs department. On you its your arse.

c-cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Not fussy in the slightest, on your boobs, face in you Kevin doesn’t care but when you started trying for kids it was always inside.

d-dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His first kiss was with a male school friend he used to play tennis with back in Denmark. In the early days of your relationship he told you this over a post dinner glass of wine and you think its cute AF.

e-experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Guy knows what he’s doing, can make you cum with the flick of his tongue or the twisting or his fingers. At the beginning of your relationship he asked what you were into and if you were game to try anything, from there you’ve grown together. He knows what gets you off and you know what gets him off.

f-favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy all-the-time. In the shower, in bed or a random quickie in his driver’s room it’s been his favourite position since he lost his virginity.

g-goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kevin is only goofy if there’s alcohol involved, when he’s drunk he’s giggly AF but even then in the moment he’s still serious. Usually its in the lead up to and post coitus that his goofy side comes out.

h-hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Used to be just closely trimmed but got a full back crack and sack wax on a dare once and liked the results so kept it going,

i-intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

His eyes bore into your soul in ‘the moment’ and if you’re not totally out of your mind with lust you feel the connection.

j-jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he’s alone and in the mood sure he does it but much prefers your hand around his cock than his own.

k-kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kinda gets off on you telling him what to do. Not a sub as such, maybe kind of a soft dom switch.

l-location (favorite places to do the do)

Doesn’t care, if you’re down to get it on he’s down to get it on. Bedroom, bathroom, driver’s room (once you guys even did it in the carpark of the hotel you were staying in for the Monaco GP) location is irrelevant

m-motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you surprise him with some sexy lingerie, whether it be a cute little babydoll set or a slutty leather set. You in lingerie will get him harder than a rock in seconds.

n-no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Physical violence. Smacking you on the arse in the heat of the moment and pinching your nipples is one thing but he will never ever slap, hit, shove or yank your hair roughly.

o-oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves a good gobby, especially from you. Of all the partners he’s ever had you’re the best he’s ever had at oral and because of your skill he’s always hinting he’d like a blowjob and you’re more than happy to oblige. Kevin’s not an asshole though and will always return the favour....in spades.

p-pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the context. Quickies are usually fast and rough but relaxed evenings at home or on holiday are usually slow, soft and sensual.

q-quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Will never turn down a quickie, KMag prefers to take his time with you but a quickie can be just as satisfying

r-risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

KMag isn’t especially risky but he’s open to ideas and is willing to experiment within reason.

s-stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His record in a night of sexy times is four times but usually twice is enough for both of you. You’re both wrecked at the end of the night how ever many ties you do it.

t-toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kevin doesn’t own anything personally but once whilst on holiday you found a local sex shop and bought a few things, handcuffs, a riding crop some clit and g-spot vibrators and they all get regular use, especially during an off race week.

u-unfair (how much they like to tease)

KMag loves to tease and when he’s in a teasing mood he’s a cheeky prick about it. One year you went to the FIA end of year awards dinner and he had his fingers in your knickers all night. He doesn’t do it often but when he does do it its magic.

v-volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bellows like a stallion when you’re alone but with difficulty can restrict himself to a low grunt when you’re somewhere public or semi-public.

w-wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

In the off season he likes to see how long he can go without having to put on any clothes. His record is seven days straight.

x-x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length, thick AF veiny and cut. You’ve never actually gotten used to his size in all the time you’ve been together. Hits all the right spots.

y-yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When on track and in work mode sex is the last thing on Kevin’s mind but after a race weekend or he’s finished reading he last sheet of data from headquarters he’s all over you like a cheap suit. Dude has the sex drive of a mustang stallion in spring.

z-zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn’t fall asleep quickly after doing the do unless your session has been particularly vigourous. He likes to cuddle and revel in the afterglow before going off to sleepy land.

#Kevin Magnussen #Kevin Magnussen FanFiction

5 notes · View notes

doorrobloxstuff · 2 years ago

Text

Jeff X Reader headcanons:

- Jeff beloved.. can’t wait to write about him!!!

- He’s such an incredibly complicated guy.

- The road to hell is paved with kind intentions and his own mistakes.

- Jeff has an incredibly bad reputation in the hotel thanks to..the incident..You’ll probably be top target by Rush or Ambush.

- More tentacles means more love and J E F F HAS MANY!!!

- Loves to hold you in it’s hundreds of tentacles. Jeff isn’t much of a toucher but it’ll make an exception for his love. <33

- You get a discount at his store if he likes you ;) also if your dating you get everything for free or for half off.

- Has a sadness about it. After losing the trust of practically everyone it has a bit of an abandonment issue so he doesn’t really get attached to you as much first… But when he does he’s stuck to you like glue.

- THIS OLD MAN LOVES TO FLIRT!! Words are just so..good.

- loves to tell you about the treasures it finds in the hotel, about his children, stories!!

- The glowey eyes grow brighter when it’s excited or happy.

- OH IT CAN ALSO CURL IT’S TENTACLES INTO LITTLE HEARTS.

- Gets!! Jealous!! Super easily!!! Jeff is a greedy creature and super protective of his stuff so he’d be a jealous passionate lover.

- Seek got its love of romantic dates that end with sunset, roses and champagne from him lol.

- I’d like imagine El Goblino introduces you to him and you were friends with him because really Gobby beloved would definitely hook up his bro with one of his friends so you’d have the trust of Jeff AND El-Goblino.

- If your not an entity, You could go outside with El Goblino and find a gift to give him which he’ll keep forever and ever.

- Like imagine you give him a dandelion and he just starts bouncing excitedly. He’ll probably keep it in those magical portal thingies.

- Imagine you dusting off the pillows in the shop and he’s just flirting with you the entire time HhsfsgsggGAGSGS

- His real name isn’t actually Jeff, it’s actually something else and it gives a person quite some power over him so he’ll ask and KNOW yours first.

- By the way, his true name is something completely and utterly incomprehensible but to the person who knows it they can somehow speak and understand it.

(Also something that’s exclusive to it and other ancient entities such as the guiding light.)

- The name “Jeff” is the closest human approximation to it’s name.

#roblox doors #doors roblox #author.txt

35 notes · View notes

ask-spiderglass · 4 years ago

Note

If you're still taking answers for that riddle on Gobby's hideout, could it be the Catskill Mountain House, a landmark hotel with a scenic view and an apparent "Fried Chicken War"?

You are correct! I’ve made plans for it already. All I need to do now is wait for the winter solstice. That’s when Gobby’s power will officially begin to weaken.

#norman osborn #amari santos | spider glass #answered #spiderverse #spidersona #spider man au

2 notes · View notes

smutmylifeup · 5 years ago

Text

Your Bluff. (KBTBB)

Authors Note: So, this is the prologue to the alternative version of ‘I Want To Play’ I wanted to write it out as the emotions behind the writing are very real unfortunately. Please let me know if you enjoy this version, I’m not sure who the pairing with Rose is yet, so if anyone wants to pick a KBTBB guy for me that’d be fab, at this point it could be anyone. It also probably won’t be smutty for a chapter or two either. Anyway, enjoy. Reviews required pls x.

“The next time our money is late, we’ll be taking a part of the lil red head with us. Tell ya boy he’s out of chances.”

Rose grimaced, the pain when she breathed in made her lungs feel like they were being stretched to their capacity. She didn’t remember the last time she’d had her ass handed to her like this. Although usually, she’d fight back but she wasn’t alone so that meant she had a bigger weakness that the men stomping on her rib cage.

Luckily enough they only sucker punched her in the cheek once. So her face should be pretty normal, maybe a swollen jaw but nothing she couldn’t get away with at work. She couldn’t afford to miss any shifts.

Especially now.

She watched through half lidded eyes as the assailants waltz off as casually as they cornered Rose and her sister. She glanced to her left after they were out of her eyesight to check her sister was still there and fine.

Which was pretty much confirmed for Rose when Francis rushed to her side and crouched over her like she was a dying bird.

“We need to get you to a hospital.” Squawked the ever frantic voice of her sister, Francis.

This was fucked.

Rose had only been in England for just over 24 hours and she was already beaten black and blue by her Sister’s boyfriends drug dealers.

London hadn’t changed much. The thugs that beat Rose were just the muscle behind the much bigger people that didn’t want to dirty their hands. That sounded very similar to some people pretty close to her.

Shame it wasn’t comforting to know that no matter where you went people were completely fucked.

With as much as her pain threshold would permit, Rose reached up and slapped Francis’s phone out of her hand before she could dial 999.

“Don’t need it.” Rose said, pushed herself up, the rush of pain to her ribs was far more intense than she had anticipated and had to lean on a nearby wall for support till it lessened slightly.

“I’m going back to work.” Rose stated, trying to straighten herself as much as her wounded state would allow her.

“Don’’t be stupid, you need medical attention,” Francis insisted but watched as Rose just shook her head.

“Why are being so stubborn? I’m trying to fucking help you, you asshole. Stop playing the hero.” Francis began to shout at her younger sister.

Well, if Rose wasn’t already pissed, she certainly was now.

After paying, on multiple occasions, for debts that WEREN’T hers and using HER money that she had earned, she was the one in the wrong. Not only that, she just took a shit load of pain that she didn’t deserve...mostly, Rose only got gobby when one of the men approached her sister.

Her brain throbbed signalling her that she needed to leave.

This was no longer her home, it had changed and she had changed since she moved to Japan all those years ago. Francis was no longer someone she recognised and Rose herself no longer felt anything but numbness when looking at her in this moment.

But maybe that was just the pain she was in.

Sending a peace sign behind her, Rose began walking. Right now, she couldn’t look at the one person in the world she used to trust wholeheartedly, no matter the oceans between them.

Deep down, Rose knew this day would come. Their bond as sisters would become distorted, it was written in the lines of her sisters personality and Rose had memorised that script a long time ago.

That didn’t mean it didn’t shatter her heart any less.

The electric bolts of pain seemed to become easier with each step. She was always good with pain, she knew how to take a beating and she knew how to give one but she knew her limits.

This was not a fight she could win because it was just a warning. Had they wanted to, they could have overpowered and killed both women then and there behind the Wetherspoons.

Rose wrapped her arm under her breasts to try and ease the insistent throbbing that she wasn’t sure if it was coming from the ache in her heart or the possible multiple broken ribs she has.

If she ever met this boyfriend of her sister’s again, she was going to return the favour full force. What man puts the woman he promotes he loves in any form of danger for a habit that only exacerbates his traumas from his past?

Answer: he wasn’t a man - he was a lowlife, shit cavern that needed to have a barbed dildo shoved up his piss hole.

However, she couldn’t forgive Francis’s part in all of this either. To Rose, enabling was just as bad as being the drug addict yourself.

Rose wasn’t made of money but she had been saving to pay off a debt of her own and move back to England. But now she had next to nothing left, so that idea was nothing but a misty day dream.

Although, right now, she didn’t care anymore. What did she have left anyway? A sister who had made her own bed?

Once upon a time, being strong and the voice of reason for her older sister was something she’d grown into the role of. And she didn’t mind but her sibling stopped listening to Rose’s ‘wise beyond her years’ words when she met her new boyfriend just over a year ago.

They moved in together three months after dating and Rose already saw red flags but she gave them her blessing and decided it wasn’t her business to judge their love. And her sister was smitten.

Having to watch her older sister fall time and time after men that used her for nothing but the physical was torturous and she watched her self-worth diminish into nothing but something to fuck and chuck.

But to bounce from that to a man who provided nothing but increasing debt from his drug habit was a million times worse.

Three times within the last three months Rose had had to bail her sister out, whether it was so they could eat for the month or to pay off the drug dealers. And on her first trip back to the UK in nine months, she comes back and has to pay another hefty amount out of her savings to stop them from doing something more drastic than giving Rose a little kick around.

The only saving grace for Rose right now was that she didn’t actually have a shift today. She was rewarded with a day off, she wasn’t sure why but she wasn’t going to ask.

As far as she was aware, Ichinomiya and Mr. Oh were back in Japan for a couple of days for business so she didn’t need to worry about them. She didn’t care nor know where the others were. Except for Luke, who she needed to see right now.

He’d been in England for a few days longer than the rest of them. He’d had to perform a black market surgery and that was all Rose knew. Not that his creepy presence was particular missed but Rose hadn’t seen him since they arrived.

She always found it easier to know less of their illegal activities, not that they ever told her anything.

The rest of the penthouse crew followed a few days later with their faithful servant Rose in tow. She had no choice on whether she was allowed to come or not and originally she really wanted to. Especially knowing all expenses would be covered for her transfer in job over there. And with her dwindling funds due to her paying Francis’s leech’s debts, she could finally go home and not worry too much for once.

That didn’t last long.

Rose looked up as the Tres Spades hotel came into sight. She had never been so relieved to see this place. How long it took her to get here and where she came from was a complete mystery to her, she was running on adrenaline but now that was starting to fizzle out.

Specs of light began to appear in Rose’s vision, her brain clouding over in a hazy fog, the everyday life of London began fading away into white noise as she entered the lobby.

She could feel her consciousness begin to fade, perhaps she was more injured than she first thought. Mouth opening but unsure of whether she was able to make herself speak, attempting to call out for Kenzaki who she knew would be at the main desk.

The last thing Rose remembered was a flash of Lilac and the call of her real name from several voices before she fell into a warm darkness.

She welcomed the silence, part of her hoped it’d be eternal.

#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #voltage fanfic #voltage writing #kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb baba #kbtbb mamoru #kbtbb ota #kbtbb luke #eisuke ichinomiya #Soryu Oh #Ota Kisaki #Mitsunari Baba #mamoru kishi

62 notes · View notes

notsoterriblymisanthropic · 6 years ago

Quote

In the popular imagination, the North has long been commodified into discrete entertainment units: Corrie gobbiness, Morrisey’s brand of cozy kitchen sink resentment, ersatz Northern Soul Westworlds, chip shop cameradery, loved-up hoolie prancing, Joy Division’s Man-at-C&A-1940 posturing. But the North is where the modern world was, for better or worse, invented: a chance intersection of natural resources, capital, talent, geography, religion, history, and greed: Manchester, Britain’s true capital and hotbed of creation, and Liverpool, the great port with the world’s largest hotel. Mark E. Smith, though, came not from the birthplace of capitalism but from its asymmetrical co-joined twin, Salford, and thus had three miles of distance to provide him with clarity. His relationships with Salford, Manchester, Greater Manchester, Lancashire, The North, England, and, indeed, the UK itself, remained ambivalent: Smith generally seemed more partial to the US, which in any case he sometimes spoke of as though it were a continuation of Lancashire.

Richard McKenna, An Episode in a Lodging House: Mark E. Smith Has Been Assigned

#Mark E Smith #the north

13 notes · View notes

elapsed-spiral · 6 years ago

Text

Superfast Ficlet: Stage Door (2Doc, Explicit)

This is kinda weird. Also I hate writing Explicit stuff but this has been nagging at me so here it is. Writing sex in a sexy way is a talent I do not have. I'm all about funny stuff. Hell sex is funny. Hope you enjoy!

P. S. this is definitely not set in the Yearz universe because those sad sacks aren't this secure with their sexualities/gender identities/each other. Get it together lads.

Title: Stage Door

Pairing: 2Doc

Rating: Explicit

Summary: There's only one girl at the stage door.

Warnings: language, sex and gender fluidity. 2D being a cocky sod because it's my religion at this point. Unbetaed (barely betaed by me because I'm not reading this more than I need to).

There's only one girl at the stage door. Girl is generous; woman. Gothy with short hair, wearing a floor length black skirt and a batwing blouse. Kate Bushy. Her eyes, heavily ringed with eyeliner, spark at the sight of him.

“Hope you weren't waiting for the others,” 2D says, “they've already headed out. Not a Murdoc fan are you?”

She shakes her head shyly, lost for words.

“Probably for the best, he's a bit of twat.”

Her berry red lips twitch.

“You want me to sign anything?” He asks. He soaks up how flustered she is, rendered speechless by his proximity, by how he's no longer raised up on a stage, a football pitch away.

“No.” Her voice is husky but fluttery with nerves. “I just wanted to-”

“Selfie?”

“No, I wanted to say how much I loved the concert. You were amazing.”

He doesn't dispute it. He walks closer, making an open study of her and she shivers at the attention.

“Was that all?” When he hears how he's crossed the line from cocky to cunt, he adds, “it's always great to meet fans but were you just gonna say that and go?”

Her breath catches and the colour rises in her cheeks. Her fingers toy with the floaty hem of her blouse.

“I haven't-”

“Done anything like this before?” He guesses. He closes the distance between them and gives her a reassuring smile. “I have.”

She looks faintly unimpressed with the comment, her smile sloping.

“I know, the papers-”

He huffs a laugh.

“I never tell ‘em that stuff, it's always the girls. I won't tell if you won't.”

They share a secretive look.

“Came all this way, why go home now? My hotel's just around the corner.” Literally.

She pretends to consider but when he holds out his hand she takes it. They hurry through the foyer, into the lift, into his room. He locks the door, opens the mini bar and pours a whiskey. Her expression cracks with amusement.

“How did you know that's my favourite?” she asks. Her recovery is so impressive 2D threatens to laugh appreciatively.

“Got a sixth sense for this stuff.”

“Right.” She sips the drink and 2D tries not to look stunned. He makes himself a vodka Red Bull. He's finishing it when she speaks again.

“My name's P-” 2D gives her a warning look. Her eyes crease playfully. “Pandora.”

“Unusual name.”

“Mm,” Pandora agrees. She sits down on the loveseat at the end of the bed, legs crossed at the thigh, still sipping her drink as she looks about the room, marvelling at it. Her feet - clad in leather stiletto heeled boots - swing gently. 2D joins her, keeping a respectful distance but seeing how she looks across at him, hopeful and hungry.

“Amazing room, isn't it Pandora?” He gestures to the outsized bed and floor length windows looking out over the inky city. “Never understood it. We barely see the inside of ‘em. Stay out late, leave early. Only see them when we,” he chooses his words, “entertain people.”

Her lips purse in amusement but her pupils are already blown.

“Is that what you call it?”

“What else would you call it?” 2D asks. “My folks raised me to have manners, yunno?”

She finishes her drink, setting the lipstick stained glass down on the floor by her feet. There's less tension in her shoulders but she still looks caught in the headlights, terrified to do anything that might wake her up from her dream.

“You don't need to be so nervous,” 2D says softly and she looks at him, breath held. He smiles back and it's only a little lecherous. “I can show you how it goes. Would you like that?”

She gives a timid nod.

“Let me hear you say it, darling.”

She swallows hard at the pet name.

“Please-”

“What?”

Pandora laughs nervously, a hand covering her face. 2D gently takes her wrist, eases it away and they look at one another, 2D reassuringly, Pandora wonderingly.

“You're alright, sweetheart. Promise.”

She nods, a little smile growing on her lips.

“Could you kiss me?” she asks tremulously. His smile grows and he inches closer, placing one large hand on her little thigh, giving it a reassuring rub with his thumb. Her bottom lip catches against her teeth for a moment. His other hand cups her cheek gently.

“C'mere Pandora.”

Pandora turns readily into the kiss. She sighs against his lips, hands hovering before one settles on his shoulder, the other reaching up to toy with the hair at his nape. They kiss for a while, slow and thorough, Pandora making soft noises of enjoyment that get 2D hard. He eases her onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs, his hands cupping her backside to keep her steady. She glances down and spots how his jeans are straining and looks aroused if unsurprised.

“Oh you're lovely, aren't you Pandora?”

She ducks her head at the words but lets him drag her into another kiss, rougher, sloppier. She's gently rocking against him when they break apart.

“Look at what you do to me, gorgeous,” 2D whispers and she lets out a beautiful little moan, breathy and desperate. “Tell me what you want. Anything. Name it.”

“I want you to-” Her eyes are trained on the mile wide bed behind them.

“Tell me, c'mon.”

“Please.” She struggles with the right words before opting for, “fuck me. Please, fuck me. Please.”

They get to their feet and he works her delicate blouse over her head, unhooks her bra then cups her chest in his hands.

“I'm flat, I know,” she says dismissively. He makes a point of giving her nipples some attention, running his fingers over them until they stiffen.

“Don't talk like that.”

He unzips her skirt, she works off her boots. She reaches out nervously to help him with his t-shirt and jeans. They study each other in just their pants. Her knickers are already damp and he instinctively licks his lips at the sight. Her flush practically radiates heat. He places a hand on each of her hips and eases down her knickers with his thumbs. She follows suit, working down his briefs and outright ogling him. He leads her to the bed and she lays down beside him, mouth a little open as she watches him expectantly.

“You're sure?” he asks. “Tell me what you want again Pandora.”

When she stumbles on her words, 2D can't resist adding, “want me to fuck that pretty little box of yours?”

Pandora threatens to bark a laugh. 2D has to duck his head for a second until he can trust his expression.

“Fuck me,” Pandora agrees and her voice is so desperate that 2D manages to come back from the edge of laughter to arousal once again.

He gestures for her to get on top. He takes his cock in hand and works it between her thighs, which tighten when he's in position. They both groan.

“You're so big,” she gasps and 2D tries not to look too smug.

“M'not hurting you, am I gorgeous?” he asks breathlessly. She lifts herself up enough to look down at him and shakes her head.

“No, it's good. You feel so good.”

“Good.”

2D starts to thrust up and she drapes herself over his chest, face pressed into the crook of his neck. She squeezes her thighs about his cock and it's not as tight as it could be but the way she moans and groans, clings to him and whines, tells him how big he is and how she's always dreamed about this, touched herself thinking about it, does the trick. He comes, painting the back of her thighs. She coats their stomachs but they stay there a moment longer, 2D gently stroking his hand down her back while it keeps heaving after her climax. When her body judders again, it's with laughter that's gravelly and gruff.

“Pandora’s box?” The words are muttered into 2D's neck. 2D snorts, arms still slung around Murdoc's back.

“You picked Pandora. S'like an open goal.”

“No condom, I notice,” Murdoc says. “She'll be back in nine months to shake what little cash you've got left outta you.”

“Can we bring Pandora back? She's less gobby than you.”

“Just me I'm afraid,” Murdoc jokes but there's something fragile about it. 2D strokes his hand over the back of Murdoc's head so he that pulls up enough for 2D to kiss him. Murdoc returns it eagerly.

“Guess you'll do,” 2D murmurs. Murdoc's kohl lined eyes close. His lipsticked lips curl in a soft smile.

“Guess so.”

#Fanfic #2Doc #Niccalpot #I'm p gender fluid so I hope this isn't offensive to anyone

46 notes · View notes