#inked pole dancer

[earthtotheraven]

Money money money 💰

[chemixalgore666]

Pole princess 🖤

[axelmedellin]

Daily drawing 25 jan 2024

Tinkerbell

[dumbgoondog]

Inumaki nsfw alphabet I BEG of you 🙏🙏

I gotchu

Cw/Tw - uuuhhhhhhhh dunno, he’s a perv I guess?

MDNI +18 NSFW

Toge Inumaki NSFW Alphabet

(A)ftercare - he’s not Prince Charming, he’s a let’s cuddle and rest together, kind of guy. Maybe he has a drink on the bedside stand for you both to share!

(B)ody Part - Ass and tits, thighs, tummy. He likes fat bitches, men and women, everyone in between and outside too.

(C)um - condom, he likes tying them off and too you, make you look like a pornstar. He’s kinda shnasty

(D)irty Secret - He wants to get pegged. Strap on, suck on it and fucked on it.

(E)xperience - None, he grew up at Jujustu tech with Panda, there weren’t many he could talk too. God has it made him a sex fiend and pervert tho. He’s a Pepsi with twelve mentos in him.

(F)avorite Position - On the bed, missionary, on the floor, doggy, on the wall, sideways, forwards, backwards, reverse, upside down, carrying, raw- you get it

(G)oofy - VERY. He loves laughing, enjoying the funny things, he wants things to be relaxed between you two!

(H)air - messy white/grey hair, not groomed, washed but a bit musky still. He could do better. If you’re hairy tho? Let him at it. He wants to explore the jungle.

(I)ntimacy - surprisingly very! He’s a bit insecure about not being able to talk, it’s a disability tbh! Since he can’t talk tho, he’s constantly physically affectionate, trying to spend time with you, getting you gifts, helping you with things as you need, it’s great! If you have periods he has your periods tracked and has all the things to help you and keep you comfortable.

(J)ack off - often. Very often. His libido is HIGH. Mf jerks it at least once every other day. He’s a dog, it’s always the quiet ones

(K)ink - crying. Dacryphilia. Not because you’re in pain or unhappy, but from overstimulation or just the pleasure is really good! He’s a bit embarrassed about it tho.

(L)ocation - anywhere! His bean bag is a favorite tho! Jus so comfy!

(M)otivation - He’s really easy to get excited, skirts, a button undone, sweaty, working out, fresh from the shower, messy after work, bending ova even!

(N)o - I don’t know mb. Nothin illegal but he’s a freak

(O)ral - he can’t explain it, he’s just… nervous to use his mouth on you. He doesn’t think yer dirty no nothin, jus he’s always had people been tellin him to be careful with it. Kissin you is helpin with that tho and loves when you use your mouth on him!

(P)ace - power bottom. Otherwise a bratty teasin top, no in between. He’s tellin you to bounce, or push it back, or push in more. Whatever pace depends on how nice he’s feelin

(Q)uicky - Yes! Especially if neither of you finish and get to squirm after! The denial feels so good!

(R)isk - he’s willing to try things for sure, but he loves risk in public places a lot. Dirty talk, groping, fingering, jerking, grindin, you name it

(S)tamina - he’s got good stamina, not crazy stamina. You know what he does have tho? Like Gojo, he’s a cum dumper. He will cum again and again until he’s spent.

(T)oys - loves them, he has a collection! Vibrators and butt plugs! Yessir! Dildos and straps? Hell yeah! Damn he even is willing to try a cage if you want

(U)nfair - Very teasin, bratty and fun, but he’s slick too. He’s so sneaky about it and keeps up his decently calm and polite persona aroun everyone pretty good while he’s fondling your ass

(V)olume - He’s tryin to be quiet, muffle himself, he doesn’t want to accidentally say something, but he’s tryin doesn’t mean he’s good at it!

(W)ild Card - he wants to learn to pole dance and as a side gig be a stripper/pole dancer.

(X)-ray - stupid print boxers. Graffiti, animals, brands like cup ramen or soda, he has flags too but like… the British flag, Greenland flag, Pakistan. Why? It’s his secret hobby. Collecting country flag underwear. He’s got SpongeBob underwear where his dick fits where SpongeBob’s nose is like a cod piece.

(Y)es - he’s so up for multiple people joining in on the fun or watching. He’s secretly just such a whore and I have no basis for why he is but it feels correct! Have you seen how he has to do that tongue thang before speaking? You get it.

(Z)zz - honk mee mee mee. Cuddle up and sleep. G’night!

[niikosia]

; taking ran haitani's dick tonight wasn't in my bucket list.

synopsis: the youthful heiress of the kurokawa-sano corporation went to the fnn club for a night of lighthearted fun and decided to perform as a pole dancer. there, she caught the attention of haitani ran, one of the haitani brothers and the older of the two. the brother placed a 10 million won bet on her behalf.

warning: fem reader, explicit language, dominant ran, passive-aggressive treatment, baton as dildo, baton penetration, hair pulling, clitorical stimulation, erotic dancer, dirty talking, age gap.

I came into the changing room in purple lingerie that seemed more appropriate for the evening and with the attractively disheveled appearance of mine, I puffed away on my cigarette while the exotic dancers, who were positioned nearby, stared on me in wonder.

The youngest heiress of Kurokawa-Sano Corporation was acting in a scandalous manner, which shocked the company's employees, who had noticed.

"I know you. You're the other woman of Mr. Miwako," I said, pointing my finger at the champagne-haired woman who was sitting on a couch and adjusting her hair.

Without regretting my actions, i trudged over to the empty couch and took a seat. The woman with champagne hair nearly lost her cool under my disparaging remarks, but she was merely annoyed.

The woman glared at me and spat, dropping her lipstick on the tiny bureau. "You're such a bitch," she said. The woman next to me became increasingly irritated because, even though she had collected every rouge palette, none of them seemed to pique her interest.

I almost complained about not being able to find the red lipstick shade I was looking for in a tiny box. But I soon discovered the color I desired, Penumbra. My intense gaze stayed fixed on her as I satisfied myself by applying the penumbra lipstick to my voluptuous lips.

I heard someone say, "You're the next heiress of Kurokawa Corporation, yet you're working here as a whore," from behind me.

I said, "None of your business," rolling my eyes upward.

My ink-colored eyes stared at the woman even though I was a comfortable distance away. The woman kept staring at me as I finished applying the penumba lipstick, but my expression stayed neutral.

The conversation was about to take an awkward turn when all of a sudden the door opened, revealing Sano Shinichiro, half-buttoning a black polo shirt and drenched from head to toe.

I cry out, "Shin!" and toss my older brother a towel that's nearby. I thought he must have tripped over someone or something because I was curious as to why he was so wet.

With a faint laugh, Shinichiro scratched his forehead and said, "I just got rejected again."

Just after Shinichiro made his appearance, a white-haired man appeared. He softly smiled at me and said, "You look good." It was none other than Sano Manjiro, my other brother. Kurokawa Izana, my second oldest brother, appeared with a frown just after Manjiro had complimented me.

Izana chastised me, acting as though they were the only ones in the room, saying, "For God's sake, Y/n! You're a successful model and this is your sideline? How could you not be embarrassed?" Instead of arguing or responding to Izana, I gave my older brother Shinichiro puppy-dog eyes and pleaded with him in silence for help.

"Izana is right, Y/n. I could give you a hand by calling Yuzuha about your modeling career," Shinichiro said, arching an eyebrow.

I came to the realization that Izana was probably disliking me and silently passing judgment on me, but he wasn't really able to take action because I am a highly successful model in New York City who is 21 years old.

I said firmly, "I can handle myself without asking for help from any of you."

After exchanging a few glances, Mikey remained impartial, Izana rolled his eyes, and Shinichiro finally shook his head.

They were aware of my attraction to young men; my unpredictable nature had recently landed me in trouble in New York, which was the primary reason they chose to bring me back to Japan for a while.

Mikey felt a wave of annoyance when Izana spoke again. "Iza, what's your problem?" he asked. My eyes grew wide as I shifted between the boys' arguments, not sure how to respond.

Izana took the lollypop out of his mouth and jammed it in my mouth so I couldn't speak. With irritation, he said, "If you really want a big salary from Koko, shut up and go do your damn fucking job at Bonten's 10th anniversary."

I gave my brothers a rolling look and turned to head for the front door. "She's a slut in New York, that's what I heard from there. She fucks men with money for her to become relevant," the champagne-haired woman said, turning back as she stared at my appearance.

I snapped back, clicking my tongue in amusement, "And your mom is one of my brother's hoe."

"You won't pull any Haitani's tonight with that sharp mouth of yours," the woman remarked as I flipped your hair, leaving the strippers with a frustrated expression on their faces.

I confidently strode onto the stage. I am the perfect woman for every man and the star of the club tonight.

Men find me repulsive, but even though I haven't touched the pole yet, I can hear them praising me and placing huge bets on me, showing how amazing I am to them.

I winked at the other strippers after tilting my head back to give them a flying kiss. I silently thought to myself, "Men are disgusting." before I jumped into the pole.

Men began sending me thousands of yen, but I didn't notice any of them. As a result, I continued stripping as if nobody else was present. I was just feeling myself at the moment and didn't give a damn about anyone else.

As I stepped down from the pole and took off my blazer, the older men started to swoon. A little smile came to my lips as the bonten walked in.

I moved toward the bonten, whispering to myself, "Now this is what we call heaven."

Men were speculating with enormous sums of money on me as I approached the Bonten.

I heard the man at the other table bet a sizable amount of money to me for just having sex, and all I could heard was, "I'll take her 100k."

The other guy said, "Mine's 300k," and slammed the case full of cash onto the table.

With his money on the table, the other man exclaimed, "500k."

The bonten was amazed at the huge amount of money the men wanted to bet on me.

"Kaku, why are they betting like that?" Izana asked, crossing his arms. They were talking about his sister's extreme taste in women.

I gasped when I noticed one of the well-known Haitani brothers standing next to my brothers. The tall man, who appeared to be in his thirties and had large, drooping lavender eyes, spoke up and addressed everyone in a deep, bass voice.

The Haitani Ran glared at the other group next to them and said, "10 million for Kurokawa Y/n. If any of you frauds have an objection with my decision, none of you will be able to see the light of day after." Everyone felt uneasy around him because of his intimidating appearance and menacing tone. Catching my wrist and yanking me in the direction of the exit. "What was the purpose of your action?" I asked Ran.

Ran slammed my body against his wide chest and tugged me instead of answering my question. They can still hear the other men complaining about how Ran only needed to make one wager to win me. Given that he is willing to risk millions to have me fuck him, he must think highly of me.

I stated, staring at his boner, "It's not enjoyable for me to fuck with men who have short dicks.

A smirk crossed Ran's lips as his hand began to slither down my ass and squeeze it.

"Your dick is probably as short as your hair."

I become even more curious when Ran allows a small giggle to escape his lips. I flinched the instant Ran touched my flawless skin.

"We'll see about that," was all Haitani could say.

With a slow, sultry gaze, he licked my lower lip and caressed my hand, gently massaging my hand into his man's bone just enough to give him a weak feeling.

My touch was too much for Ran to withstand, so he grabbed my waist angrily and pulled me into the secret room hidden in the departure area. When he lifted my chin to face him, he smacked his lips against mine. I attempted to brush his thin hand, but he ended up pushing me into bed.

"Do you recall asking me what's the dick?" Ran said, unbuckling his belt with one hand while using his free hand to pull something out of the bureau.

"Remember that time you asked me how long my baton was? Just to be clear, which baton are you referring to this?" he asked, pointing to his crotch first. I remembered, somehow, and my eyes widened when he showed me the black baton. "Or this?" I asked.

Legs spreading naturally, a jovial grin reappearing in his mouth, he planted gentle kisses on my thighs follow by a deep bite marks.

"See, you're already a good girl."

Ran was aware of my love for praise.

"How's new york, babe?" Ran asked, trailing the baton up to my inner thigh.

My voice cracks slightly as the baton's tip touches my clitoris part, which is surprisingly aroused already. "G-good," I says.

"You're getting wetter the more my baton touch your slippery clit." I cried as he pulled down my underwear and started rubbing my cherry chap stick in slow pace causing me to whimper with pain and pleasure.

"Does that pussy of yours feel like it has a vibrator?"

I attempted to massage your clit, but he grabbed my hand and smacked it, saying, "You're not allowed to do what you want unless I say so." He continued to rub my clit feebly. My knees are becoming weaker and my body is trembling.

I stared into Ran's large lavender eyes. As soon as Ran got the baton inside of me, tears suddenly appeared in my eyes. He chokes me lightly as he thrust the thing he uses to kill people inside me.

I scream causes my legs to spread apart making him pushes the baton farther than it was before. I was screaming uncontrollably as I experienced the man's pleasure and pain.

When he eventually pried the baton from me, he immediately and without hesitation thrust his dick into me. hunching my back, lifting your hips, and sprinting quickly and forcefully to me.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

I can't stop groaning uncontrollably and experiencing both rapture and agony. Both of us were experiencing erotica and had forgotten the outside world. Our movements, our smell, and our touches diverted our attentions.

I tentatively bit his shoulder, pleading for "Ran... more."

Ran said, "You like this don't you?" with a sly smile on his lips as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.

He bit the tip of my earlobe and said, "You like when I treat you like the little slut you are?"

With a soft laugh, he says, "You like when I torment you, huh?"

He mumbles in my ear, "You like it when I thrust my dick deeper than you want."

He said in a whisper once more, "You like it when I treat you like an object.

Seductively, he whispered, "You like it when I treat you like one of my girls?"

"I like to fuck you like the fuck doll you are," He say, holding onto the sheets.

"You seem to enjoy it when I ruin this tiny cat of yours." he whispered so softly whilst rubbing my sensitive clit smoothly.

Digging my nails into Ran's back, I found that he has a lot of endurance despite his current situation because he controlled his movements to demonstrate the pleasures of sex to me alone.

I entwine my legs around Ran's sensual waist and say, "yes," allowing him to do as he pleases while biting his shoulder once more.

I was so constricted by each of his deeper thrusts that I managed to mutter, literally gasping, "Ain't no way there's a dick that its 9 i-inches long."

Ran's other hand violently flipped me back while I was gripping the sheets, "Bullshit Haitani-aaghh!" He then stuck his dick inside my asshole, causing me to gasp and start crying, "You got a filthy mouth, little izana." Ran then slapped my ass cheeks, which made me whimper even louder.

I rolled my eyes upward, my eyes still watering, as I heard Ran say, "Wipe those stupid tears of yours or-" as he lowered his hips for more powerful blows.

I stammered out, "I will fucking kill you after this!"

The faster and faster he pounded, the more smirky Ran got as he pulled my hair to him, but it stopped suddenly when someone spoke into the speaker. When he lowered his hips for deeper strokes, I rolled my eyes back and remained motionless, listening to the person on the speaker as I felt his tip hit my G-spot.

"Mic test, mic test, this is your dear Sanzu speaking. I'm sorry to break up your romantic moment, but Rindou and his bike have slid into the canal and he needs assistance."

I felt something odd inside of me, and Ran groaned, tightening his grip on my waist and intensifying his thrust, causing me to arch my back even more and whimper softly. "Fuck Sanzu!" shouted Ran.

Ran said, "I'm gonna fucking cum, you better be obedient when I flipped you," as he flipped me and I gasped and panted loudly. It's clear that Ran was jerking his dick off quickly and aiming for my chest, suggesting that it was firmer and more rigid than I initially thought.

He circled the tip of his dick in mmy hard nipples and cums in between my books while stroking it, and his loud moans soon made me blush.

"This feels so good," he mewled as I felt his liquid filling me up.

a/n: this was written in 2021.

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© 2023 niikosia. all rights reserved.

[candyeyeunicornskull]

Headcanons about Lust sans,-- except it's about the jobs he could've have besides being a stripper!

-(Suggestion by a friend) Bikini Bars

-Sex ED teacher

-Sex therapist

-Drag queen

-Probably does Charitys

-Upload Pole Danceing tutorials or just pole Danceing (pole dancing can be it's own thing without stripper stuff..I'm serious, it is own thing- and I love it)

-Sex worker/Stripper/Onlyfans but duh he is one.

-Makeup + nail artist 100% or work at a spa

- SFX makeup artist

-OR NSFW ARTIST (like ink😈✨ whose ace)

-Role model designer

-or a sex toy maker 👁👁?

-fashion designer and is the role model

-SINGER OR DANCER, A IDOL!!!💜

[aziraphales-library]

Hi!!!!! I just got into good omens and this hyperfixation is going ABSOLUTELY BONKERS. Ive been reading so many fics from yall thank u ❤️❤️ i was wondering if u could req some lesbian/wlw aziraphale ? :P

Hello! You can check out our #ineffable wives tag for fics already recommended. Here are some more to add...

wanna witness your eyes looking by izzyhandsgf (E)

"How could someone so unbearably holy commit such sins in the most beautiful way?" ----------------------------- Or, Aziraphale and Crowley meet in the 1930s, fem-presenting, and both are slightly overcome by their feelings for one another...

I stretch out the time (and now I know why) by Nix_Nihili (T)

I should pull back, Crowley thought. She should pull back because she was the one with the fork in her mouth that Aziraphale was holding. Aziraphale wouldn’t pull back because that would be rude so Crowley had to pull back. Pull back. Crowley swallowed the cake down and pushed herself away because that was what she did. Push and pull. Six thousand years of pushing and pulling. God, did it ever end? - Crowley finds Aziraphale on a fateful night for the first time since 1941. They haven't seen each other since but something has changed in the past two decades. or Something definitely happened between 1941 and 1967 to warrant the "You go too fast for me, Crowley" comment.

“I thought that I was getting better.” | Setbacks by die_traumerei (T)

Aziraphale is already having a rough time of it, when her new neighbour Crowley's cats trip her up and the inevitable happens. She and Crowley becomes friends, though, and more than friends -- and a good thing too, as Aziraphale faces one setback after another.

Herefordshire Pomona by Eigon (T)

I was reading Bleating Hearts by HKBlack (which is excellent, btw) and also thinking about the advice to "write what you know", so I started daydreaming about how the goat farmer meets literature professor scenario would transfer to Herefordshire. Aziraphale was easy - a bookseller in Hay-on-Wye, the Town of Books. I've put her shop where Green Ink Books is now, which used to be a multi-level shop, with a flat above. Crowley - well, that became obvious pretty quickly, too - instead of goats, apples. Herefordshire has a lot of old orchards, and I used to know a lady from the Marcher Apple Network, which identifies old apple varieties, and works to preserve them. And I wanted it to be Ineffable Wives, because I had so much fun writing the Old West story Secret Friendship (which is a boring name, but I couldn't think up a better one).

strange workings of fate by skyflyerr (E)

Aziraphale sat down gently and let her feet that didn’t quite touch the floor dangle from the stool. “Would you spare enough time for one glass with me?” Aziraphale watched her turn and look a little taken aback at the notion of her being here. Maybe this was a bad idea. “With you, darling? I can make the time. I’m a woman of my word, if anything.” *** Crowley is a bartender and Aziraphale is still figuring out the bookshop. Both are utterly lonely and winter is coming quick. Maybe they could keep each other warm.

Dance Me to the End of Love by Black_Bentley (E)

In general, Crowley would very much like to see the ones who hurt her grovelling at her feet, experiencing her pain and fear. But Lucifer’s plan is... well, it far surpasses what she considers ‘getting a revenge’ falling wildly into wreaking complete havoc and destroying innocent lives as collateral damage. Most importantly, that puts her dearest friend in danger. And she is to bring the proverbial cuckoo into the Celestial nest. OR: Aziraphale is a ballet dancer for the British Celestial Ballet Company, which grooms its perfect 'angels' from childhood Crowley used to dance for them too, but after they literally kicked her out, she took on pole-dancing for the Nine Circles of Hell Nightclub Its owner, who used to be the Celestial Ballet's star, is ready to take his revenge on the company's Director (referred to by its 'angels' as Mother) and chooses Crowley to enact it by forcing her to deal a brand new drug among the ballet dancers.

- Mod D

[chuuyascumsock]

ayo pole dancer fem chuuya anon got my attention... dont startn making me dream about her and then dream about writing her again

ALSO IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT POOKIE!! YOURE A WRITER I REALLY ENJOY AND LOOK UP TO SO THE SEROTONIN BOOST IS UNIMAGINABLE

c-could we be moots 👉👈🥺

AWW STOP YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME INK 😩😩

And we are moots Pookie (this account isn’t my main because I made it on a whim one day to post my first Chuuya pegging fic so my main account is @dammbi and I already followed you so we are officially moots 😚), but yeah!!

[earthtotheraven]

Like if I can send you vids like this after pole class

[burpfrog]

Beauty and the Beat | Part 3

Thanks for tuning in again! I also cannot for the life of me figure out the directions I want to take with this fic so I’ll keep the main story line running over here while I move my edited work over to @currentfication, so hop on over if you prefer something a little more polished and less ~chaotic~ but anyhoo I very much appreciate y’all for hanging out!

Kirsten and Latrice was grinning ear to ear when they saw CB the next morning, ready for the newest update. “We we’re just chatting, sadly no juicy gossip for y’all.” CB offered up a crumb of information, hoping that the prodding would soon cease.

“And the crowd goes mild,” Latrice complained as she rolled her eyes. “Come back to us when you have some tea to offer.”

“Well I sure hope there was no action going on last night, you haven’t forgotten about your turn to hold the workshop today have ya?” Kirsten asked.

CB shook her head no and walked them through her lesson plan for later that day, “…I’m hoping I get enough time to set up while you take your last break, I did managed to get the last workshop of the day so I’ll have plenty of time to pack up.” The other girls nodded as they follow along.

“That sounds exciting!” The duo beamed. Bada walked in at that time, curiously joining the conversation.

“What’s exciting?” She interjected.

“Eh, let’s call it a surprise, everyone has been providing insightful workshops I thought I’d do something fun for all of us tonight,” CB trailed off as the next workshop begun, ready for the gruelling challenges ahead.

Pondering for a quick moment, Bada think she has an idea of what CB’s workshop is going to be. This woman hasn’t once taken off her heels - does she not get blisters? - surely the workshop is going to be hell dance class. She’s been to a few of Redlic’s classes, so the idea of attending someone else’s heels dance class sounds fun. After all it’s not everyday that Bada gets to dance with heels on.

After six hours of practices, CB really started to doubt if putting herself last is a good idea. As her peers made their way out the room for an hour break, she dragged her duffel bag into the center of the room and initiated the process of setting up. She skilfully attached the metal pieces into one, and proceeded to secure each one to the ceiling of the studio.

When the hour long break wraps up, the dancers returned to the studio, now with eight extra metal poles. The dancers gasped, thrilled to be trying something new. Bada was no exception, curious to try the sport out herself; that is, until CB walked past and she nearly snapped her neck turning around.

To teach pole dancing, there needs to be maximum grip between the thighs and pole, hence minimum clothing on the legs. Her long legs accentuated by the heels, a litter of tattoo trailing down her legs, circled by the dragon from Spirited Away. She’s taken off the hoodie, replacing it with a oversized crop top barely covering her sports bra; the ink continued upwards, spreading through her torso and back. Bada was looking at everything else in an attempt to not be checking out her body, which proved itself hard as CB hopped onto a pole to address the group.

Bada was only half paying attention as CB introduced herself as the newest member of Jam Republic Agency, her gaze following CB as she moves around fluidly while barely clothed. It’s truly a sight, a mix of hyper femininity and masculinity alike, someone who utilised the aesthetic of both gender as well as Bada herself does. Bada can’t help but marvel at how closely their vibes resemble each other’s, yet total polar opposite at the same time.

CB noticed a staring figure towards the back of the room and came into eye contact with Bada. She chuckled and threw a wink at her, snapping the latter out of her trance. “I’m sorry I didn’t have enough poles for us today, but hopefully we can take turns and have some fun!” CB wrapped up her introduction and begun to show the group the basic lifting techniques and a few tips to avoid injury.

She went around to give out helpful advices and demonstrated how to do tricks for those that mastered the lifting skills, eventually stopping in front of Bada. Noticing her difficulty to climb, CB leaned over and whispered “I think you’re wearing too love, maybe try again without the pants?” Pointing at her baggy jeans, CB couldn’t help but tease.

“Stop teasing me, aren’t you supposed to be teaching us useful skills?” Bada pouted, fighting back a blush forming at her cheeks. CB laughed and ran off, then quickly returning with a few bags in hand.

“Meet Elordi, Gigi, and Sydney,” CB addressed each heels. “They’re PU leather and should help with the climbing.”

“First of all, just how many pairs of these do you own? Also you named them?” Bada blurted, “I don’t think I’ll fit in these.”

“It’s an open-toed size, gives you two sizes in the front and two in the back,” CB quoted her comfort show, “no but for real I’m sure you’ll be fine. Give it a try.” CB bent over and slid the shoes onto Bada, smirking when she zipped up the heels. “There you go Princess,” she continued her attempt with flirting and extended a hand to help her stand up.

Although Bada’s body control is usually superb, standing up with the heels at more than 6 feet did made her stumble forward, CB swiftly catching her in her arms. “Did you planned for this too?” The dancer asked jokingly as she straightened herself from CB’s embrace.

“Oh absolutely. May I have this dance, Princess?” CB resumed her flirting when Bada found her balance. The dancer have such lovely lashes from this angle, the flirt quickly pointed that out to her.

“Eh I don’t know, maybe I’m too tall for heels,” Bada whined, uncomfortable at the proximity to the ceiling.

“Nonsense, all girls need at least a pair of good heels, makes changing lightbulb a hell lot easier.” She jokingly finished, but dead serious about the part where all women deserves to feel like a girl once in a while. The dancer’s tensed shoulders eased a little as she took a few more steps. “Now you should be able to climb without needing to strip off - although I would very much like to see that.”

Bada was surprised that the PU leather did indeed helped with the climbing, and CB muttered something along the line of ‘I’m always right’ before walking off to the other dancers, assisting where needed.

When the workshop wrapped up, most dancers were still having fun spinning on the poles. CB decided to leave for a quick smoke before packing the metal poles down, allowing the dancers to have a little more fun.

After a short blunt, CB returned to Akanen and Ling rallying the girls up for a strip show. The girls have borrow Sydney and Elordi, respectively, and have set up seats in front of the poles.

“LET’S GOOOOO!!! SERVE CUNTTTTTT!!!” CB cheered on the girls as they are wilding amongst themselves to Saweetie’s Best Friend. Someone has turned off the lights to the studio, and the make shift stage is illuminated by phone torches and a line night light that one must have brought from their room. The girls utilised the tricks they’ve picked up earlier on, and is laughing way too hard while attempting to balance on a metal structure. Ling successfully landed a spin on the pole, and the room erupted into cheers.

After a few turns from different dancers, alcohol have started to emerge in the studio. Seeing that everyone is of age and the workshop has long since wrapped up, no one seemed to mind the sneaky drinks here and there.

“CB! Get your ass up on the pole!” Kirsten hollered at the newbie. The Jam Republic Agency members begun to chant the newcomer’s name until CB found her way in front of the crowd.

“Ok ok I see how it is - hazing the newbie.” The group all laughed as CB changed the song to Ashnikko’s playlist, hopping onto the pole effortlessly. As Bada took a sip of the alcohol handed to her, she almost choked at the sight of CB on the pole, dangling upside down while spinning. Her world was silent for a brief moment, butterflies in her stomach with an all-too-familiar feelings she’s had.

The shenanigans went on for a little longer, until someone from the crowd, obviously a little tipsy and slurring, started demanding for lap dances. “LAP DANCE LAP DANCE LAP DANCE” the group chanted.

CB laughed and complied, relieved by the welcoming and lively environment; coming from a non-music background, she was dreading not having a place amongst the professionals. “Kirsten girl come on,” the blue haired girl demanded, imitating the dancer’s ‘main rival’ from that dance show she was on a few months prior. Following the uproar, the Kiwi pulled up a chair close to the pole CB was on.

The dance routine was risqué and suggestive, and the two girls was giggling all through the performance. A few bars into the song, CB politely asked the sitting girl if she’s okay with her sitting on her lap, and Kirsten gladly accepted the offer. “Holy shit babes I feel like I’m in a club right now sans the actual stripping part, are you sure you don’t want to get tipped for this?” Kirsten said as she pulled out some coins.

The former stripper let out a laugh and suggested “Maybe make it rain, not make it hail.”

Everyone was having great fun with the ass shaking and provocative dancing, aside from Bada who, even to her own surprise, felt a tinge of jealousy. Before she knew it, she have made herself rather close to the front of the performance, watching every floor-humps and twerkings.

Out of the corner of CB’s eyes she noticed the blonde girl approaching, and leaned forward to whisper at Kirsten. “Sorry babes I’ll need you to move along, my main chick has arrived.” Kirsten’s eyes widen in understanding and hummed in agreement.

“You’re up next,” Kirsten stood up and pulled Bada into the chair in one swift motion. Before the long haired blonde dancer had noticed what’s going on, she was seated into a metal folding chair, inches away from CB’s thighs. One moment she was ravelling in a trance of jealousy, the next thing she realised was making eye contact with an inked dragon, with CB’s shorts riding dangerously high up her ass cheeks and Miss Nectarine playing in the background.

CB mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to Kirsten before tuning into the music and the dancer in front of her, cheeks flushed from alcohol. Her lips looked so edible right now CB had to quickly wipe the corner of her mouth to make sure she isn’t drooling.

Bada watched as CB snap herself into the dance routine during the first few beats, her facial expression turned from cheerful laughter to pure seduction with a quick heel click. Her hand glided down the pole sensually, her back slowly arching forward. With the help of her other hand she swiftly swung herself around and remained hovering in that posture for a few turns, before smoothly landing into a split. The crowd erupted into a series of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, some even clapping, but it all seemed like white noise to Bada as CB maintained eye contact whilst slowly crawling towards her.

“May I?” She gently enquired the blonde in the seat before sitting on her lap with her head leaned backwards onto her shoulder. The dancer have previously shared some close contact dances with other performers, but this is a first for her as her cheeks flushed red and her heart thumping - and she’s pretty sure it’s not because of the alcohol.

The two minute song felt way too short as CB stood up from the dancer, jaw hung in shock by the titillating act. CB noticed the flustered girl’s attempt at composing herself and tipped her hat brim downward to help hide her rosy cheeks. She then quickly bowed at the audiences as she pulled Ling back onto the pole. “Your turn Ling, I need a smoke.”

CB shuffled through the crowd and made her way to her usual hide out, pulling out the essentials. That little lap dance stunt that she pulled just now was not just blood-tingling for the famous dancer, being that close to her was an equally electrifying experience to CB. Pulling off that feat without stumbling - especially when she was looking right back at her like that - CB quickly rolled a blunt to clear some unholy thoughts from her mind.

The door creaked open and Bada poked her head through the gap, walking out once she confirmed that the producer is once again curled up in the seat. “What was that all about?” She asked with a smirk as she approached.

“My feeble at seducing you, Princess,” CB said while gesturing tipping a hat.

The tall dancer took up the empty seat next to CB, leaning towards the girl, her face now inches away from hers. “Well it worked, so what’s next?” She said breathily, slowly glancing down at her lips.

CB chuckled a little and tucked a loose strand of the dancer’s blonde hair behind her ears. Leaning forward to close the gap, she whispered in her ears “Well then let’s get to work.”

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I knowwwww this chapter is kind of a huge ass mess - I may or may not be distracted by writing smut for next chapter? 🫣 I promise I will try to come back and edit it after I get some sleep in tonight 🙇🏻‍♀️ anyhoo thank you again for sticking around!

[brazenlystrong]

@maskfetisch asked: “Good, you’re holding up well.” sukuna; Fighting or Sparring: Sentence Starters

The battlefield is a graveyard of steel and stone, broken buildings crumbling into dust beneath the weight of two titans.

Dressed in contrast, a black muscle shirt clings to Gojo’s frame like ink against porcelain skin, white pants flowing like the light that casts heavenbound highways from above. The monochrome of Satoru's attire only sharpens the brilliance of his eyes—twin oceans, shifting with a thousand hues of blue, cosmos caught within them. And on his lips, a smile, radiant as the sun at its peak.

Because for him, there is no greater joy than this. Jujutsu.

This could be the answer to what he’s been searching for his whole life.

The earth shatters at their feet, broken remnants of the world are suspended in midair. Gojo strides through them like a dancer in a storm, plucking a jagged fragment from the void with effortless grace.

A pulse of reversed gravity erupts, causing the broken ruins of a collapsed building to tremble before a large slab rips free from the wreckage. Dust spirals in its wake as debris is dragged, the force pulling it like a riptide. Satoru creates a gravitational point near Sukuna’s feet and just like that—the slab, used to distract, is hurled in the King of Curses’ direction.

A lone streetlamp, bent but still standing, flickers with dying light. With a burst of movement, Satoru ascends—feet barely touching the pole before he settles on top, perched like a king surveying his ruined kingdom.

What a mess…

Even then, his impish smile never fades. And they’ve yet to unleash their more powerful attacks.

A grin stretches across Satoru's shell-pink lips as he motions a hand beside his cheek and calls back out to the other. “ You’re not bad yourself. ” As if this is just another game to him. The seriousness of this rising tempest, the danger that lurks in every strike, is lost on him. He's caught up in the fun of the fight itself.

“ How ‘bout we take this up a notch. Come on, don’t hold out on me. ” Not just a taunt—but an invitation, a dare to fan the flames of battle.

[the-blackorchid1]

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[gwyndolence]

The music chosen for the previous dancers was still playing, something with a low, throbbing beat that Gwyn ignored at first. He kept the pole to his back, a hard line between the sith's shoulder blades as he canted his hips forward and leisurely tugged the lacing of his pants through their eyelets, brazen with his own staring as the councilman settled and the sith admired the shift of muscle under the dragon's tattooed skin. Curiosity almost lured the Gwyn into taking Raiden up on the invitation of his splayed legs right away, immediately wanting to run his hands all over that newly exposed ink. But Raiden had made it clear what he wanted and Gwyn was smart enough to indulge the elder a brief time before he capitulated to his own urges.

"You tell me when you run out of patience, darling," Gwyn murmured with dropping his eyes, not bothering to pitch his voice over the music as he pushed his now-open trousers dangerously low over his hipbones and found his rhythm in a slow initial sway, "Or you can let me decide for us both." As Raiden wouldn't make abundantly clear what he desired. Gwyn's hand was still stained with his own blood, smearing red over his stomach as he ran his fingers up his chest to grasp the pole behind him.

It gave the sith a lovely idea. Nothing Raiden had done indicated that the ancient was opposed to a little mess. Gwyn's own fingers itched to quell his stirring hunger too, easy to appease for just a moment with a little tithe. At the next fluid roll of his body off of the pole, Gwyn brought up his free hand and pressed one narrow claw against his skin, breath hitching as he cut one thin, precise line beneath his collarbone. The sith's touch was as keen as scalpel's edge, blood welling up instantly to pour over Gwyn's breast and trickle down the lines of his ribs as he arched again, a stark contrast under the dark club lights.

The growl left the larger man, one of the very few sounds he ever made, but this one seemingly of approval when the sith got where Raiden's head was. It was only really ever in two places to be fair, sex and murder, sometimes both at once. Raiden too smiled at the downed creature as he watched him strip down; his forked tongue running over the red stained broken glass in his hand. The taste was comfortingly familiar.

Having his taste of the other he tossed it down crushing the remainder under his foot as Gwyn got on his knees before him. The submission recognized and welcomed. He was a greedy egotistical thing at his core. A dragon and a councilman, he'd always like his ego stroked. He had no qualms with the way the other touched him. There was no power play happening between them. The balance of power was already established in Raiden's mind the moment he walked in the strip club.

"You won't get a third." He confirmed moving to the couch pulling off his shirt as he did so tossing it to the side knowing it would be an obstacle. He took up enough of it there was little of the cushions showing. His legs spread wide welcoming the sith to climb in his lap at any point, but it was hard to tell if he did if he'd ever get out again. Still he gave the illusion it was safe leaning on the couch and putting his arms on the back of it as he eyed the sith he was more than obviously hungry for.

[ivorypidgeon]

And On The Eighth Day

And on the eighth day

God made New York,

And everything far and in between,

Thus I spoke,

To my coffee cup that never runs dry,

In this diner down by the Lex,

My mind has been off it, the -

They don’t joke when they say the city doesn’t sleep

My eyes haven’t closed in over 30 hours,

That same glare I recognise in the fluorescent glass,

Thinking of her, thinking of New York

Soaked, coarsed and poached in my double denim,

I think of past ramblings 

In the city with you,

That beloved smell of concrete, grease and gas,

Hardened by steel, a cigarette and a spliff on a sun-beaten court in Chinatown,

Overlooking the giant burning meteorite in the sky,

I think of,

The blue ink staining my napkin,

I think of,

Getting my hair braided behind a deli on Graham,

I think of,

Coconut oil cakes topped with condensed milk,

Oh, my desire,

In this little garden of Eden,

Where I drink from the fountain of my youth,

Purple capes dancing in the wind,

Smiling, for this glorious picture day,

Grins all over the town,

Drums bang and the Washington Arch vibrates,

One nation under one groove,

What is this,

Like ballet dancers, they float, 

Top off like a convertible,

Top off like I just got laid out on the checkerboard,

One deep breath before I,

Spout off again and tumble through the weeds in this grand wondrous endless painless plain,

In the centre of my heart,

I clasped on that necklace,

I held on to that love, my want and our lack,

Permanent like the pyramids of Egypt,

Permanent like this frightened moment of oneness - my loneliness,

Preserved without air,

Under the ground straggling for room in this infinite sarcophagus,

The skulls of millions lining the countless steps,

Our blood splashed over this mighty flag,

And His naked body, Justice, hammered on a perpendicular wood beam,

A cross for us to all bear,

This mighty city,

With its resounding chaos,

Sprawling over the pavement searching for one more meaning,

To this untiring fabled story we call life

I’m thinking of,

I’m thinking of the biiiiiiig city.

Even when the rainclouds come,

I’m still swinging by the telephone poles,

To hear you say, you’re in love with this guy,

If not, I’ll just —

After all, I’m living, learning, stumbling,

Side by side,

So you can hear me scream,

Hallelujah all the way from the upper west side,

Just one postcard memory,

Scrawled over my face in a mirror in a bathroom in a bar in Brooklyn,

Then back on the subway with a new friend or two or three,

Shaking with the streetcar we found in the Hudson,

But wait,

Please remember that…

If I lost your love,

I’d never want to let you down,

Never want you to forget this loveliness,

That we found in the bottom of the takeout box,

Or the end of a joint we rolled a summer ago,

As we barrel down the 390,

Thinking how did we get here,

How do we fix this,

And my chalk cracked on the asphalt,

I’m sorry,

         I’m thinking offffff,

I’m thinking of the trees that line your backyard,

The smell of fresh cut grass and a grill burning, billowing smoke,

As the sprinklers crack and splinter into your dog’s gaping jaws,

I’m thinking of,

The smooth plain we call your abdomen that I laid my head down,

Waiting for that midnight bodily howl that we found in your dashboard next to the

Red Stripes we found by a lake that sat near the highway 405,

I’ve come, come from miles away,

Just to see you,

Hear you say those words again,

Like, I love you or something like that,

My word and your bond,

And I’m not just cheering from the bleachers,

When I jump across the base and run all the way home,

Back into your everlasting arms,

       I’m thinking of,

Chapels on mountains,

Maple syrup hills and the hum of your car like it just needed

some love,

This summer camp madness got us going crazy

Had us singing to the birds,

Like we were barking mad,

Like we were swimming, waiting for the shit just to hit me,

Waiting for the pollen clouds to wash over us and send us adrift,

Over these worlds of wheat and fields of grain.

On these cemetery blues,

And some wild pony ashes,

Got my top off like a ‘Vette,

Thinking of the first night we met,

Head in my hands then hand in hand,

Cruising down the interstate and rumbling through my woven hairs,

I thought I had already seen it like a deer caught in the headlights

In this room, we are empty,

Under this moon, we are one

Down Crescent Avenue,

Under the rusted bridges,

And the chemtrail candy skies

All these dreams, my memories

One order of a burger, milkshake and fries then

Waking up without you,

Back to the tarred monoliths,

And then the white sky,

But until I see you again,

Drive safe.

[visage-of-hell]

Such a simple and natural question for the spider to ask, and yet ... it was enough to mentally give the hellhound pause. 'Goodness'? She'd had it once ... cherished it once, before the Exorcists took her away. The hollow space left in her lover's wake had festered like a poorly-healed wound--seemingly mended on the surface, but just below was a pocket of rot and contagion that ran deep. Little by little, it poisoned her even now, she knew ... and it would likely still catch up with her yet. But for the moment, Visage favored a simpler answer that was still honest but far less vulnerable. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the main stage, where one performance was ending and another was just about to begin ... perfect timing. With a cant of her head, she motioned in the direction of the stage with a soft smile as she encouraged Angel to have a look. "Things like that." On stage, a lithe dark-furred feline sinner took to the stage, her primary pair of eyes focused on the crowd that was already excitedly whooping and clapping before she had even started. Her remaining third eye at her brow flitted towards where the Overlord and Angel sat, giving a small wink before her performance began. She flowed like ink all along the dancing poles, each motion fluid and precise as she held herself with a presence that was ... different somehow to what one might expect from an exotic dancer in a place like this. Oh, there was no mistaking the sultry nature of her moves and the emotions they were meant to invoke, but there was a powerful sense of confidence that guided every dip, every sway, every flip of her hair. She owned that stage in a way that felt personal--a vibrant energy that even the audience could pick up upon. While sure, there were no shortage of lewd looks and hungry stares, intermixed among them was wild raucous cheering that reached a crescendo with each new impressive technique the demoness performed. She was more than just eye candy in revealing clothes ... more than a piece of flesh dangled aloft for the ravenous masses to consume with their predatory eyes. She was, in every sense of the word, an artist painting a masterpiece across the stage with each languid roll of her hips. All of it culminated in an atmosphere that was an amalgam of desire and empowerment weaved together into a single cohesive experience. It was positively transcendent. The Overlord, for her part, said nothing--she just watched with a smile that positively beamed with pride. As usual, Jynx was absolutely nailing this routine. It was honestly one of her best, showcasing some of her most breathtaking talent to a killer soundtrack. That passion and fiery self-assurance that each and every one of her dancers brought on stage in their own unique ways was among the brightest of the sparks that now kept her going. Rather than be victims of a predatory industry that viewed talent like theirs as little more than a vehicle for peddling flesh, treating them as little more than slabs of meat to be portioned and sold to the hungry masses ... they were the ones calling the shots here. No one but the ladies themselves could stake a claim to everything that they had worked so hard to build, and it was they who chose just how much or how little would be served. As it should be.

(Starter for @angie-long-legs: Another night at the club, another menagerie of party-seeking demons filling all available spaces to enjoy drinks, dancing and pulsing beats. As much as possible, Visage always preferred to just blend into the crowd, rather than be this large imposing figure that drew immediate attention to herself. She dressed in much the same casual flair as any other clubgoer as she relaxed on one of the plush lounge cushions richly upholstered in deep royal purple velvet. Clutched between two claws was a lit cigarette smoldering with bright blue embers, smoke tendrils lazily drifting around the hellhound in an acrid wreath. Keen silver eyes seemed to have a glow all their own, even amid the glowing neon that filled the club space, as her gaze roved over the crowd of patrons. It was, after all, her business to keep tabs on who was coming and going from her establishment, despite the air of nonchalance she so carefully cultivated. The larger and more successful Kingdom Cum became, the more she knew that she was drawing the attention of those who would quickly begin to consider her a threat. Good. About time something came along to shake up the status quo. These other Overlords had gotten too fat and lazy of their own spoils and were in sore need of some healthy competition. For the present moment, though, the power plays and political posturing were about as far away from Visage's mind as possible, focused instead on having as mellow of an evening as possible. Well ... 'mellow' by the standards of the club, of course. Which is why when her phone began to buzz and she glanced at the name to recognize the call as coming from her chief cartel enforcer ... her mood immediately began to sour. "What?" The word was spat out, laced heavily with annoyance. "Uhhhh, Boss? I just saw Angel Dust walk into the club." Aaaaand foul mood immediately gone. Now this could be interesting. A famous face like his in her club was bound to draw attention of all kinds, but that hardly worried the Overlord. What intrigued her more was the knowledge that one of Valentino's most prominent actors was in her domain instead of his ... and she liked what that could mean. While she could do nothing about the soul contracts themselves without more direct intervention, any opportunity to encourage those under his 'employment' to distance themselves as much as possible was a net positive from her perspective. "Interesting. Send 'em my way."