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Hey, hey psst, you should talk about those trolls/pokemon/slimes you mentioned! Give Us Those Gals
Okay I put in a LOT of words to this because I’ve got a lot of girls but!
I’ve got a big blabbing blurb about characters from each of those groups underneath this so! I hope y’all enjoy
Gladia Entren!
Gladia Entren is my obligatory big bod purpleblood lady! She’s trying to put the whole “murderous clown” thing behind her, and is just trying to prove that she’s NOT a big scary clown lady who might eat you. Which, uh, no! She totally has not eaten anyone don’t worry <:0).
She’s around 13’08” tall, she’s looks round and soft and she IS but she’s also built like a shit brickhouse so Gladia comes off as looking a bit comically round when she’s covering up but she could 1000% pick you and the couch you’re sitting on up with ease. She’s very snuggable all in all, but the fact that she’s got practically got tusks and fangs with how her teeth stick out tends to make her look more intimidating.
She’s also rather accident prone at times to the point where it’s kind of slapstick-y. Like, bonking her head when she’s trying to move around, having trouble squeezing through doors, sometimes tripping onto people and burying them in clown blubber… it’s kinda rough for her.
Still, Gladia loves people and especially loves when folks laugh at her jokes and the silly but heartfelt things that she does. She’s the best clown mom friend you could ask for!
I’m working on her typing quirk, Classpect, sign, etc. still but hopefully she’ll! Be a good enough big honking bud once I’m done with her
Blorp the Goodra
She’s my large, heavy goodra lady! A bit spoiled from when she’s was just a silly Sliggoo gal who couldn’t see too well and kept nearly eating everything that was edible (which is a lot when you’re a slime dragon), all that weight and pampering carried on over to her Goodra state! Now she’s this big, pushy slimy dragon woman who doesn’t tend to realize that “no means no” and oozes or brute forces her way into getting what she wants, because it’s hard to fight a cute pseudo-legendary gal!
She’s about 7’07 (usually), she’s kinda stacked all over with her fat gut being very very prominent and she’s a pretty cheerful gal most of the time! The only problem is that, like I said, she’s also the type of gal who’ll take things from you without asking and leave you covered in slime once she’s done with you. She might ALSO get a bit vorny and voracious at times; but it’s nothing to worry about! As long as you can feed her that is…
If you ever met Blorp, just be prepared to get gooed and to give up your valuables/food to the big fat slime dragon lady.
(Also if she ever decided she wants to “keep” you, be prepared to get smothered in love and stuffed silly.
Unnamed DJ slime girl!
She has no name yet! But the idea of her popped into my head while I was talking about my buddy with slimes. She’s got a pearish shape, she’s kinda chonky with a big gut and huge thighs to support her, but that’s because she’s got all her music gear inside of her!
Her whole deal is that since sound would probably carry out interestingly from someone who’s not exactly a full liquid/full solid, and because the vibrations would send her jiggling in interesting ways. As such, she’s got a big fancy speaker lodged inside her fat gut and two others in her tits with thighs big enough to help her carry all her gear— she’s quite literally “all about that bass” as one would say!
She’s also super excited and hyped about music and doing her job in general, but it comes off a bit odd sometimes since she’s not great at emoting at times. She’s got a that sorta “half lidded, kinda always tired” look to her gooey face that tends to put people off but she’s as passionate about music ‘n dj-ing as I am monsters and ocs! She’s also cool as hell and even has some fancy LEDs sprung throughout her body to help emphasize moods and make parties hype!
Overall she’s just this big slimy goo-woman who loves music with all her being, even if her “resting bitch face” doesn’t properly show off her hype all the time.
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New years- L. Norris
Lando Norris x fem! Reader
In which your boyfriend can’t take how good you look during new years celebrations and fucks you in a club bathroom
Warnings?; Smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex(plz use protection), public sex, slight exhibitionism, slight candaulism kink, kissing, cursing, sorry for any errors
Day 12 of my ficmas celebration!
Lando’s eyes watched your body intensely, the way your hips moved against the front of your best friend, arms swaying in the air, your hair flying around as you swung your head along to the beat.
He was stood up in the dj booth besides Martin while you and your friends took over the dance floor, you had decided to wear a black silk dress out, the tight material stinking to your now sweating body-leaving even less to the imagination.
“Why don’t you just go down there?” Max laughed from beside him, causing him to come out of his unholy thoughts.
“What do you mean?”
“Mate you’ve been eye fucking her since you got up here, everyone can see you undressing her with your eyes.” Max laughed at his dear friend.
“She’s having fun.” Lando mumbled with a small shrug
“When has that ever stopped you before?”
Lando knew max was correct, it didn’t matter what you two were in the middle of or what you were doing, if he wanted you he was pulling you away from whatever it is that’s occupying your attention.
Lando ignored his friends giggles as he turned and made his way out of the dJ booth and onto the dance floor, fighting his way through the crowd of sweaty and drunk bodies until he found you.
“Lando!” You beamed as your boyfriend came into sigh, his tight dress shirt showing off his tanned chest and necklace you’d gotten him for his birthday.
“Hi baby.” He smiled back and pulled you into his arms, his hands landing low on your waist as yours wrapped around his neck.
“Are you having fun?” He questioned, looking down at your sweaty frame.
“Mhm, Martins playing all my favorites tonight.” You smirked knowing your boyfriend may have had something to do with that.
“So that’s why you’ve been down here moving like no one’s watching?” He teased
“M’ just having fun.” You grumbled.
“I know baby.” He laughed.
“Will you walk with me to the bathroom? Don’t wanna go alone.” You asked, the club was usually busy but with the added new year eve celebrations it was even more packed than usual.
“Of course.” He smiled and pulled away but not before sliding his hand into yours and allowing you to lead the way to the woman’s room.
His eyes dropped to your plump ass immediately, watching the way it bounced as you walked-he couldn’t wait to get home and fuck you into next week.
He hadn’t even realized that you two had made it into the bathroom until he felt your warm hand leave his. Looking up he heard your small grumbles about needing to pee as you made your way into one of the stalls.
And Lando hated to admit the way he felt his already aching cock stir at the sound of your pleasurable sigh that came from your mouth once you were able to go.
He wasn’t completely sure if that’s what made him push you back into the stall when you tried to exit, or if that’s what made him pull you into a breathtaking kiss.
His hands were gripping tightly onto your ass as yours tangled into his messy curls, lips moving in sync as his tongue slid into your mouth fought yours for a moment before taking over.
He basked in the small moan you let out when his hands began to slide underneath your dress but a pout is what quickly formed when you pulled your lips from his.
“Baby we can’t do this here, we’re in public.” You spoke, head leaning against the side of the stall while Lando looked down at you.
“We can be quiet.” He smirked, his large hands still making their way in between your legs.
“La-oh” you began but were cut off as one of his thick fingers slid inside your cunt.
“No panties?” He smirked down at you as your mouth fell open from his second finger sliding in.
“D-didn’t want pantie lines.” You whimpered
Lando leaned down nice and close to your ear, fingers speeding up.
“Liar, wore them with it a few weeks ago.” He whispered before swallowing your deep moan with his mouth, lips moving sloppily against yours.
He continued working you with his fingers, speeding up and slowing down to pull wanting moans from your throat.
You could feel yourself right on the edge, the fire in your tummy burning hot as your thighs began to shake, all Lando had to do was-
“No,no why’d you stop.” You cried as he pulled his fingers from you, popping them into his mouth as he sucked them clean of your juices.
“Because I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers.” He smirked, moving his wet fingers down to undo the button of his pants before sliding them down along with his boxers, just enough for his aching cock to slip out.
Your mouth watered at the sight of it, his tip was red and swollen begging for the smallest bit of attention. A bit of precum had ran down to meet the prominent vein that spread along the topside of his cock, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ready to drop to your knees right then and there.
Lando knew the look in your eye and by the way you unconsciously licked your lips he knew what you wanted, but right now wasn’t the time.
“I’ll let you get a taste once we’re home, but right now all I want is to fuck you.” He spoke lowly as his hands came to the back of your thighs and signaled for you to jump.
You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, dress rolling up your thighs the perfect amount for him to slip right in. Your back was pressed firmly against the side of the stall as he reached down to pump his cock a few times.
And soon you were gasping at the delicious burn that filled your body when he slipped in, filling you to the absolute brim.
He moved his hips slowly, allowing you a moment of adjustment before he was quickly changing pace and fucking into with fast but deep strokes, basking in the way your eyes rolled every time his tip hit the spongy spot inside you.
“Fuck lan, j-just like that.” You cried, hands coming up to grip his already messy curls.
The sounds of your mixed whimpers and skin slapping filled the tiny stall, Lando’s movements never ending even as you heard the door open and a pair of heels against the floor.
Your eyes went wide as you looked at Lando, however you were only met with an evil smirk and a look of pure determination.
The little shit had brought a thumb between your thighs to play with your sensitive bud, earning Lando a look of pure hopelessness as you both knew there was no way of keeping you quiet now.
“Lan-ngh!-shit.” You whimpered as you could feel the denied climax from earlier creeping back up, the burn returning to your lower stomach even more intense this time.
Lando groaned at the way you began to clench him, “fuck baby, so tight.” He growled.
You two were so caught up in each other that you almost missed the gasp that came from a few stalls down, your eyes grew wide remembering the girl that had came into the bathroom.
However Lando still didn’t care and simply brought a finger to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet. However that was quite hard as his hips began moving at an unforgiving pace and you were knocked over the edge.
Your head slammed against the stall as your climax overtook your body, you brain short circuiting at the overwhelming feeling in your body as Lando continued fucking you through your high.
“Shit baby, I’m going to come.” Lando cried as he could feel his own fire growing in his stomach.
“Go on lan, fill me up” you encouraged the boy, hands tangled in his damp curls, brushing back the ones that had begun to stick to his sweat covered forehead.
“Fuh…fuck!” He growled as he stilled inside of you and you felt the familiar twitch of his cock inside you before your walls were painted white with his release.
He pressed his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths and it was the sound of the bathroom door opening and the chant of “happy new year” from outside that brought you both back to earth.
“Happy new year baby.” Lando giggled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours softly.
“Happy new year my love.” You cheesed looking up at him with soft and tired eyes, he smirked at the fucked out expression on your face and realized you two should probably get cleaned up and head home.
Exiting the bathroom after getting cleaned up and fixing yourselves you made your way back to the group up by the dj booth where you were greeted with Max and Pietra who both held smirks on their faces.
“Looks like you two had some fun bringing the new year.” Max spoke with a giggle.
“Yeah, I’d say it was pretty nice.” Lando spoke, breaking into laughter as you elbowed his side.
“Wasn’t nice for the girl a few stalls down” you mumbled slightly embarrassed.
“Ehh she’ll be fine, she got a free show.”
“Lando!” You scolded but he only laughed harder and pulled you into a kiss.
“Love you” he cheesed
“Yeah, yeah, I love you to.” You grumbled but snuggled into his side as his arms held you tight.
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Happy new years my loves!
Also the last fic of my celebration🥹
#lando norris x you#lando norris smut#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris#lando x reader#formula 1#f1blr#f1 smut#f1 imagine#f1 fic#jay’sficmas
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Well, bunnies, are you ready for this?
It's terribly cold in this bloody desert at night, and you regret not listening to Asa and bringing a jacket, but in your own defense, you had absolutely not intended to stay out so late.
Your plan was to see Lana perform and spend the rest of the night in the hotel, but here you are, almost on the edge of the stage, pressed against the metal barriers by a loud, excited crowd while some DJ you don't know whips all of them into a state of euphoria.
Aside from the cold, it's dark as hell in here, and you lost Asa in this dancing, half-naked mass over an hour ago. The other girls are also nowhere to be seen, and you are all alone, sticking out like a sore thumb in your baby blue dress. You probably should have left immediately after Lana's set, but the rest of your group wanted to have fun (read: fuck someone cute and preferably famous). This brings back a certain memory from a year and a half ago about a certain group who are also performing at Coachella this year, but lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place, right?
There are thousands of people here. What are the chances?
A strong push jolts you out of your thoughts, and your body practically snuggles into the metal barriers as you feel someone's hot, large body pressed against your back, leaving almost no space between your bodies. You want to turn around and tell the stranger to get lost; this isn't the first time today guys've tried to get into your pants, but you freeze as the stranger's palms rest on the metal fences on either side of you, literally locking you in a cage between his body and the bars of the fence that dig painfully into your skin.
You tremble slightly as you feel hot breath and soft, plump lips pressing against your ear.
"That's lucky, isn't it?" That low, pornographic voice… Oh, God, you've heard it before, but goddamn it, it can't be. "Did you miss me, doll?"
#ateez smut#kpop smut#atz smut#ateez hard hours#ateez unholy hours#smut#mingi smut#mingi smau#song mingi smut#mingi x reader
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(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI!)
𑣿 DJ! Choso who's animating the party you're attending. He's constantly focused on his set, barely minding the simmering crowds surrounding him. All the merged noises, laughs, loud voices and endless flashing lights seem to do little to phase him. Baggy yet enticing eyes only glued to the equipement under him, his skilled fingers push and pull on the different keys and buttons, making the perfect combinations of the newest hits, and driving the crowds crazier by the minute.
𑣿 DJ! Choso who you couldn't quite dart your glance away from. He was the calmest yet most charming, silent yet most graceful of all people who were around you.
And mayhaps it was just your imagination, or your bored self being already mentally checked out of the party, and wanting just to have a heated moment with him all on your own. But you could've sworn his dark irises often locked with yours, in less than a random way.
𑣿 DJ! Choso who has just finished animating his part of the night, briefly thanking the crowd and wishing everyone a pleasant rest of the night before making his way out of your sight.
and it was rather time for you to leave too. You felt quite dazed by the whole ambiance, having some growing headaches along the way. You looked for your jacket and put your handbag on, exiting the club in your glamorous dress and glittery makeup.
𑣿 DJ! Choso who was dressed in his teddy black hoodie. his meaty fingers wrapped around a freshly lit cigarette, eyes looking into the dim roadlights. You run into him just stepping out the building, making your glances lock for another time, only a bit longer, and deeper.
He took a final puff from his cigarette before stomping the flame down, letting a deep 'Hey' escape his lips.
You snapped out of it, just realizing you may have stared a bit too long. And thus you pushed a shy 'Hey' as well, almost dying of embarassment.
'Pretty'. He said as he inched closer, eyes boldly brushing over your thick thighs and puffy breasts, hugged by the fabric of your tiny dress.
𑣿 DJ! Choso who has you chilling in the back of his mc Laren, his arms wrapped tight around your waist seemed to distract you from your warm, cosy conversation. Though you weren't even complaining, his deep tone had your kitty throb, and the irresistible smokey scent of his clothes made you feel even more vulnerable.
𑣿 DJ! Choso who's suckling on your neck, squeezing the flesh of your butt into his large palms. Your poor dress is fully undone, nipples almost spilling from your collar and clavicles already sore from his plump lips on your skin.
'mmh...Sorry for leaving hickeys, 's bad habit of mine...'
you could feel how sticky your thong got. And his leg fevershly rubbing your pussy lips wasn't exacty helping, having you choke on your moans.
He unclasped your bra and fondled your breasts, tugging on your nips and nibbling till they're sore and raw. He leaned back against the backseat and folded his arms behind his head
'Wanna ride me?' A lazy smirk curled his lips upwards, staring adoringly at the way you struggled to balance yourself on top of him.
𑣿 DJ! Choso who's bouncing you up and down his big cock, his knitted brows and gritted teeth somehow made him even hotter. You fucked your little pussy on his dick till you almost passed out, hearing an adorable chuckle with a 'Aww, pretty babe's tired ain't she?'
He gripped your asscheeks tight and took full charge, thrusting inside you at the pace of someone who hated your guts.
'Ahh, Chosoo! I-I can't a-anymore! fuck!'
'Shhh...you're a big girl now arent'cha? know you can take me...Trust me'
He hugged you and pushed in deeper, his groans vibrated against your neck as you braced your pretty acrylic nails on his large chest with all power you had left.
'Aww poor babe, cock feels so damn good doesn't it, huh?'
𑣿 DJ! Choso who has you seeing stars, screaming your head out as you squirted on his abs.
'Come on, gorgeous, make a mess for me. cum till you cry on this cock.'
He pulled you in for the sloppiest kiss, whispering how proud he is of you cumming so good for him. You could barely string a few words together. Braindead from how good he fucked your tiny pussy.
𑣿 DJ! Choso who drove you back to your place and softly layed you on your bed...
.. You woke up the next day realizing that he kept your soiled thong as a little souvenir, leaving you a handwritten note with his number on in exchange..
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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪
(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)
strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader
𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI
Chapter 020: ‘Red Thong, Party’s On!’ (Epilogue)
a/n: pov you’re back at hellfire, but this time you’re sharing the stage with eddie, stripping while he plays a song for you to dance to 🤭🤭♥️ (SURPRISE AT THE END) it’s been a WILD ride my loves, thank you all so much for the support for CMWYW. i hope we all continue to create more beautiful things together. readers, writers, artists, creatives of all kinds keep the world going round. 🤟🏼💋 all my love, maddy
MESS WITH HER? SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP
↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*
CW: strip club behaviors hehe, grinding, pole-dancing, ass-shaking, all that hellfire goodness, implications that shy girl c*me on eddie's guitar
word count: 990 words
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Mom always used to say, "Inside of you, there are two wolves: a good one and a bad one. Depending on which mouth you feed, one will triumph the other.”
She left out one thing, however: sometimes being bad feels so fucking good.
“We’ve got a verrry special treat for you tonight folks!” the DJ announces. “She took a break for a little while but now she is BACK… and here to stay with us, FOREVER! Put your hands together for the ONE, the ONLY — Hellfire’s Princess — SHYYY GIIIIRL!”
And the crowd goes wild.
You emerge from the side stage in your glimmering scarlet set, flipping your plump, bouncy locks around as you dip your hips to the beat. Your regular customers swoon as you blow them kisses, and the petty kisses you issue to the Hellfire Girls (they came to pick up their severance checks) leave them shaking in their stilettos.
"WOOO, HARGROVE!" Nancy cheers for you backstage, dancing to the song as she curls Nina's hair.
"LET 'EM KNOW, BABY!" Nina shouts after her.
You acknowledge them with a wink, giving one to Chrissy as well as she cheers for you on the opposite side of the stage, bouncing up and down in her sexy Hellfire cheer uniform.
“Let’s go, Shy Girl!” ‘Cherry’ cheers as she waves her pom-poms in the air. "LET'S GOOOO!"
She's hot! Can’t stop! Up on stage doing shots!
You shake your ass when the song calls on it, grinding your hips to the beat to match the lyrics as they come. The crowd hoots and hollers as you dance, showering you in dollar bills as you make the pole your bitch for the night.
“YEAAAH!” Max cheers. “That’s my sister!”
As you glide down the cylindrical silver steel, you wave to the crowd and thank them all for coming out.
“Thank you! Aww, thanks so much! OMG, how are you? Long time no see!”
But just because you’re doing your thing on stage doesn’t mean you aren’t paying attention to the happenings beneath you. Because while you have a bird’s eye view of Vecna’s Lair, you can’t help but fix your gaze on Lucas, who is dressed rather sharper than usual tonight, going up to Maxine in attempts to ‘rizz her up’.
“I see spiciness runs in the family,” Lucas remarks to her as they stand beside each other in Vecna’s Lair.
The self-proclaimed 'Dark Chocolate' shoots her an awkward wink, to which Max responds with a grimace on her face.
“Genetics wasn’t playing ‘bout y’all,” Lucas continues. "You're looking mighty fine tonight, Max."
“Thanks. I guess,” Max shrugs, refusing to entertain it. “But, if you knew anything about family dynamics and DNA, you’d know she’s my step-sister."
"Psh," Lucas scoffs. "Yeah! Yeah, I knew that."
"Course you did," she jeers. "Stalker."
“Stalker?! I thought we were friends.”
Max rolls her eyes. “Whatever this is, is far from platonic.”
She begins to strut away, giving Lucas the opportunity to race after her. And Sinclair wastes no time, pushing himself past the sea of sweaty men to catch up to the beautiful redhead in front of him.
“So there’s a chance we can be more than friends?!”
You chuckle as you watch it unfold from the stage. Then you turn to everyone else.
Argyle and Jonathan give you two stoned-filled waves hello. You wave back. Henry whose the designated bone-snapper bouncer tonight blows you a kiss. You catch it and return the favor. Mike and Will don't even give you the time of day.
You then turn your attention to Dustin who is both head-banging to the song, and holding up a lazily written message on the black screen of his phone: “I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY”. You can't help but giggle. It's like he's a mini Eddie.
Speaking of your boyfriend, your eyes dart back to the side stage where you meet Eddie’s gaze.
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth.
You watch as the curly-haired, metalhead-turned-strip-club-owner eyes you steadily, situating his guitar around himself, giving the body of his NJ Warlock one more wipe down with a cloth.
He smirks to himself, satisfied at the thought that only you two know why that guitar needed wiping down in the first place. But he’s mostly pleased with the fact that, despite the long list of handsome, eligible bachelors after your heart, the passionate, down-to-earth, sexy, siren of a woman that is you, is all his.
My girlfriend's a dick magnet. MY girlfriend…
Eddie then takes to the stage, using the same fingers he’ll use to ravage you tonight to strum the chords of the sexy guitar solo of the song — you know, the song about a guy…..with a hot stripper girlfriend…..whose seducing everyone around her while she does her thing…..in that beautiful red set.
“HOLY SHIT!” someone from the crowd raves, causing Eddie’s eyes to light up like a little kid. “DUET OF THE CENTURY!”
You’ve healed so many parts of Eddie that he was too scared to explore: Love after Isabelle. Showing him that self-care is just as important as caring for Wayne. Encouraging him to find a hobby outside of Hellfire that didn't include doing payroll or grocery shopping. And healing his inner teenager by letting him play on stage with you, as he relives his glory days as the guitarist and frontman of Corroded Coffin one last time.
And as Eddie continues to strum, he stays thinking of you. He couldn’t wait to heal more parts of himself…with 'Shy Girl' Hargrove by his side.
“So,” you pant, edging closer to your boyfriend as the music draws on. "What's next after this?"
Eddie smirks. As the instrumental allows, he presses you against his body, kissing you softly against the lips before trailing all the way down your neck. Your breath hitches in arousal as he hums against you.
“Whatever you want.”
The End
SIKE! King Steve has entered the chat… 😉
CALL OUT MY NAME ♛
(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)
CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader
MODERN AU • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)
slight age gap (Steve is 31, reader is 23); reader goes by the nickname "Sweets"
*loosely inspired by sara cate’s salacious players club*
Summary: 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄. Steve Harrington has the WORST luck with the ladies. His high school sweetheart left him for another dude, his former fuck buddy is dating his roommate, and his dream girl is a lesbian. King Steve is losing hope. That is until he meets you — a newly graduated university student from Seattle — when your paths cross on a fateful night in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... that is until your risky business trickles over to Hawkins, Indiana, a town your best friend knows of a little too well.
theme song: call out my name by the weeknd
tag list is open 💌✨
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Winter 2024
“WATCH OUT INDIANAPOLIS — you're about to get... absolutely SOAKED!”
The booming voice of a man in Steve’s bedroom stirs him awake.
Letting out a ferocious yawn, The King rubs his eyes free of the annoying crust in the corner of his sockets, flopping around one more time before doing his routine stretch.
“Google,” Steve commands. “Turn off the TV.”
The TV immediately switches off. It’s nothing personal to meteorologist Marcus Bailey, but if Steve ever needed an accurate forecast of Indianapolis, all he would have to do is look outside his penthouse window. And that, after brushing his teeth, is just what he does.
"G'morning Indy,” he sighs happily on his balcony before going back inside.
Steve then makes his way over to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast.
“Google,” he calls out again. “Open the curtains, please.”
Google replies:
“Opening curtains. Good morning — Steve.”
"Google, what's my schedule looking like today?" "Google, text Dustin." “Google, what is the weather looking like in Nevada?” “Google, turn on my shower tunes.”
The best thing about not living with Eddie Munson anymore, is that Steve can shamelessly sing Amy Winehouse in the shower without being hounded about it.
“We only saaaid GOODBYE, with WORDS!” Steve sings, confidently off-key. “I died a hundred times! You go back to her, and I goooo baaack toooo…”
"Scanning fingerprint...”
an automated voice announces at the entrance of Steve's walk-in closet.
Swish...
The door slides open. Sauntering his way inside, Steve ventures for some slick black athleisure down to the shoes, his usual musky cologne, and some matching sunglasses (despite the gloomy forecast prediction).
Black. 🎶
Steve Harrington is ready for the day.
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"Google, make reservations for 3 people at Tony's Steakhouse at 7pm please."
All Steve had left to do for the day now was grocery shop. Which was always a hassle. Because sometimes, the store doesn't have the specific brand he's looking for so the shopper has to opt for an alternate version. Or sometimes, the shopper assigned to him that day chooses produce that is nearing its expiration date making every fruit in his bag a mushy mess. It doesn't happen too often, but it sure feels inconvenient as hell when it does. There are worse problems in life though, so Steve really can't complain.
*Ring, ring. Ring, ring*
The very distinct and custom ringtone has Steve bolting across the room to answer the call. One of his best friends was on the other line.
"Yello?" he says into the phone.
"Hey, it's Shy Girl," comes a voice. "Eddie and I are pulling in."
"Pull off to the side. Valet's got it. I'll send you guys up."
A bottle of cabernet sauvignon a la Steve awaits the pair when they make their way over. Consider it a Tony's pre-game.
"GameWorld stock is up 4% today,” Steve's buddy, and owner of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Eddie Munson announces as the two clink glasses. "I don’t have much faith in it though, figure I’ll get my pie slices from actual grocery stores. Like Meijer.”
“Everyone's always gonna need groceries,” Steve points out. "Definitely. Just don't day trade. Not now."
"Ooh, you hear that, Eds?" Shy Girl nudges him. "You gotta be careful where you put your money."
"I gotta be careful with my money, period," Eddie smirks. "You're a danger to my pockets, angel."
"Oh but you love me," she says.
"Yeah," Eddie gives in, grabbing his lover's dainty digits, trailing his fingers across hers, and rubbing the glistening rock that took up most of her left hand on the distal side. "I sure do."
"I'm just... so proud of us," Steve sappily reflects. "So much has happened over the past two years and we've all come so far."
"Yeah," Shy Girl agrees. "And it's about fucking time we celebrate."
"I agree," Eddie chimes in, raising his glass once again. "This weekend trip is going to be... one for the books."
"Viva Las Vegas," Steve toasts. "Cheers."
"Viva Las Vegas!"
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
Black and red.
They're the two colors that occupy your closet the most. But of course, after graduating from Washington State University (or Wazzu, for short), you expected nothing less.
You could do with some more sequins though, you think to yourself as you pack your bags.
"What do you think of this, Sweets?"
Peering over your shoulder, you see that your best friend, Elle has started festivities early, managing to hold two glasses of champagne in one hand, and six-inch stilletoes in the other.
"Can't take the party out of the girl, that's for damn sure," you respond.
When you left Seattle to attend WSU Pullman, Elle was your only friend in business class. Mainly because the class was predominantly for dudes, but eventually you found out that you two have a lot in common.
Elle is everything you would want in an older sister figure: she is both book smart and wise, she is sexy, and she eats men for breakfast. And, now that she's about to celebrate the launching of her lingerie business (along with her Dirty 30s Era), and you're about to enter your new-grad era, you two are hitting up Las Vegas to go ham together one last time.
It's all so bittersweet. You owe everything to the Warrens, having taken you in when you were a lost undergrad. It also sucked quite a bit not having a support system after graduating high school. You and Elle were all each other has. Which makes this inevitable separation so much more painful.
"Are you sure you're okay with Vegas by the way?" you question. "I know since the split, being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 can kinda be triggering.”
"Don't worry about it, love," she shakes it off. "The past is in the past. This is a new era of me."
Cheers to that. Clinking your airport-pregame champagne glasses with one another, you raise a toast to yourselves, celebrating how far the two of you have come over the past four years.
"To friendship."
"To friendship."
"To being elegant and educated."
"To elegance and education."
"And to being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives."
You giggle as you raise your glass of champagne even higher.
"To being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives," you two take a sip at the same time. "And no matter how near and no matter how far, we're always gonna be besties."
"I love you, Sweets."
"I love you too, Isabelle."
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all i see is you - lee haechan
listen to: you by dj regard and poison by nct dream genre: fluff, hopelessly pining badboy!haechan wc: 720 warning: none, written in lowercase only
a/n: i felt very inspired by poison's track video, i can't stop thinking about the lyrics too ive been waiting for dreamies to do a rnb song for so long!! read part two!
"you're so bad for me." you push playfully at haechan's chest and god, just how he melts at how cute your smile looks under the night sky.
haechan leans against the street lamp post and smirks devilishly at your comment, hooded eyes eating up how prettily your attire fits you tonight. "if you mean bad meaning good, then i agree."
there goes your sweet laugh again, "very funny." your sarcastic response is typical, he could read you like an open book. spine against a table, pages flipping by the edge of his thumb.
"i'm serious, y/n. when are you gonna give me a chance to take you out?" haechan butters you up just like how you like it. his finger twirls the end of your skirt flirtatiously, causing your heart to race in your chest.
you can't stop the shy smile that appears on your red painted lips. "in your dreams, hyuck. i'm in no place in my life right now to be dating anyone." scoffing, you cross your arms.
you're goal driven, hardworking, you weren't going to let some sleazy guy distract you from chasing your career. despite all his efforts, you genuinely had to consider how haechan would actually throw you off track. your lifestyles are too different to meet a compromise.
he drops to your feet, noticing your shoe had been untied for the past two blocks. without a word or shift in conversation, this man obediently wraps the string around his fingers and brings the knot to a complete bow. this kind gesture never fails to swoon you.
"so don't date me. let me take you out from time to time, treat you nice and right. when you want to sleep in someone's arms at night, give me a call. i'm here at your disposal." haechan stands and hovers over you, polite hands hovering over your lower waist as he closes the distance between the two of you.
the way you blink at him with wanting eyes has him spiraling, he wants you so bad. just one glance and he's swept away, wind picking up his feet and has him tumbling.
"that is unfair to you."
"it's sweet to know that you care about me." haechan meant it, but the playfulness in his tone seems unserious. he isn't sure how only you can make him this way. it becomes hard for him to really express how much he dreams about you.
"of course i care about you." your eyes drop to his lips momentarily and his chest feels tight. it's almost criminal how good you two would be together and how happy he could make you.
slowly, you're drawn into him even more until his breath is against your cheekbone and you can hear the beating of both of your hearts in the silence of the night.
"you want me to be honest?" his voice is feathery and raspy, like he's trapped in your trance due to the proximity of your warmth. "i've lost count of how many times i've wanted to kiss you."
you call his name, pulling away slightly. a tinge of sadness and guilt in your tone, but haechan isn't having it. he shakes his head, "i know. i shouldn't be so selfish.. but you don't know how many times i fall to my knees just thinking about you."
your eyes meet at the end of his sentence and the desire intensifies between the two of you. lightning bolts zapping in the gaze, you can feel the blood rushing to your face.
something about how desperately infatuation haechan looks sparks a burning flame in your abdomen. how all he sees is you, his reflection full of your figure. how his plump lips are itching to touch your own.
his usual confident, playfully flirtatious personality is nowhere to be seen. you've never seen this expression on him before and it shocks you how much he has been holding himself back.
"pick me up at 8 tomorrow. no exceptions." you say firmly and with that smile he can't get enough of. backing up from him, you walk toward your door.
his ears are perked up, noting your words very clearly and not wanting to let this chance slip away from him. he smirks coolly and shoves his hands into his jean pockets, "you know i won't let you down."
read part two!
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Perform For Me
♡ Toji Fushiguro x Stripper! Reader
♡ You work in a strip club and a guest request for a private room with you
♡ cw: 18+ descriptions of sex and sexual acts, mild degradation, slight embarrassment if you squint, exhibition, dirty talk, masturbation, strip club environment, protected sex, squirting. enjoy!
Slamming your locker you looked into the mirror one last time before deciding you looked ready to work. You made sure your lips were glossed looking really plump and juicy, your hair was done to perfection, and you knew you were going to make bank tonight. Your pleasers were shined, and your black lacy thong and bra showed under the revealing net dress you wore as an “outfit”. Snapping a couple of pictures you made your way to the bar to get your daily (as you like to call it) shot for confidence. Ordering your signature shot, you were quick to throw it back watching the current dancer on stage the crowd watching deeply throwing money in the air. Looking around you saw an array of people some enjoying food, some getting dances, some taking to the girls.
You left the bar to go meet with the DJ requesting the song you wanted to dance to, then made your way backstage to prepare for your set once the current dancer finished. A couple minutes passed and you knew it was your time to go as soon as you heard the familiar beat of your song. Putting on your best seductive face, you pushed open the curtains as the crowd cheered some even whistling. You pranced to the center of the stage gripping the pole and walking around it slowly. You made eye contact with some of the guys in the crowd causing them to throw more money. You started moving your body seductively to the beat, hands caressing each part of your body causing the netted dress to roll up slightly. As the song picked up, you began climbing up the pole and just as the beat dropped you came down in an iconic twerk split. Cash began dropping from left and right, overflowing lol the stage. Good thing the staff were there to rake the money for you and put it to the side. The song came to an end meaning your time on stage was up for now, walked off stage with a big sigh. Just as you were making your way to the bar to get another shot you were stopped. “You need to get to room 7 stat! There’s a client who requested a private dance from you!” your dance mom was quick moving quickly past you.
You hurried to get another shot, downing it quickly, and made your way to room 7. Adjusting your dress, and taking a deep breath you pushed the door open. When you walked inside there was a man, an older-looking man maybe in his mid to late 30s. His eyes quickly met your causing your legs to suddenly get wobbly. He was handsome, his hair was short and perfectly framed his face, and his body was buff the perfect build. There was a small scar on the side of his lip, his expression was completely unreadable. Never had you been nervous like this before, something about his aura made you timid.
You made your way to the small steps to get yourself onto the platform. Music had already been playing, and you began swaying your body once more. Private room rules were a bit different, and you had done a couple of privates but this one felt different. He leaned back into the chair manspreading tone muscles pulsing through the tight shirt. Gripping the end of your dress you began pulling it up stripping your body of everything but the lacy bra and thing set you were wearing underneath. His eyes watched you closely following your every move and he watched as your ass clapped to the beat causing him to grip the couch. You hit a split bouncing your ass up and down his eyes following. Pulling your legs together you got on your knees arching your back and made your way down to him. Crawling slowly you stopped at your feet, popping up to bring yourself onto his lap.
With each one of your legs on his side, you rolled your hips along his slightly grinding down onto him. You brought your hand to the clasp behind your back pulling at it allowing the lace bra to fall freely. Grabbing the bra, you threw it to a corner and brought your attention back to the man. “What’s your name handsome?” you asked him your hands coming up to caress your breast. “Toji” he was quick. “Are you enjoying yourself Toji?” you asked him body rolling to the beat using his toned body for balance. “It’s alright.” he said smugly smirking to himself. “Just alright? How could I make it better?” standing up turning to face him. “Put on a show for me.” he smirked. You knew what he wanted and you know what he meant. You needed the money, and not only he was attractive and it’s been so long since you felt the touch of a man. You smirked to yourself, hands meeting the thin fabric of the thong the only thing keeping you from being completely naked. You rolled it down your legs, leaving all your intimate parts for his eyes. “The heels stay on. Touch yourself” he spoke suddenly.
Honestly, you weren’t supposed to go this far but hey! You rubbed your hands along your side caressing each curve before bringing them up to your breast. You teased at each bud pulling at them slightly, rolling them along your fingers. He watched you eagerly as your right hand made its way down your bottom following plopping yourself on the hard, cold platform. Spreading your legs, two of your fingers teased at your slit collecting the wetness that had formed. Stroking the pearl, your back arched slightly as you rubbed semi rough circles pinching your nipples in the process. Toji watched closely, a bulge forming in his pants clearly enjoying the show.
Before he knew it, you pushed two of your fingers in causing him to snap out of his trance. "Get over here" he muttered. You crawled over once more watching as his eyes never left yours. Grabbing you by your forearm he was quick to pull you up to him straddling him once more. He could feel how wet you were, he could feel your juices leaking through his pants and even boxers. Rolling your hips once more he held your hips to stop. "I want you to ride me." Now this is completely against club rules, being a stripper was already enough but having sex with clients is typically a no-go, let's just say this rule gets broken pretty often. "I never fucked a client before this would be the first" you responded watching as he fiddled in his pocket pulling out the thin packet. "Guess I feel pretty special." he ripped the packet open with his teeth shuffling you down allowing his hardened member to spring free. You've seen an abnormal number of dicks but his is definitely the biggest. He was a good 7.5 inches, veiny in the right ways, and he definitely was thick. Once the condom was on snug and tight you balanced yourself slowly lowering yourself onto him.
Gripping his shoulders, you threw your head back moaning as he stretched you out his dick touching every inch you had inside of you. You've never been with anyone who's been this deep before. Groaning you began moving slowly up and down your hips rolling to create a steady rhythm. You felt something wet move along your chest causing you to moan at the feeling of your right breast being coated with his saliva. Toji sucked greedily at the bud rolling it around his tongue, taking slight nips at it here and there. He placed his left hand on your back, right on your hip to push you into him more allowing him to go even deeper. The room filled with your soft moans followed by the constant squelching of your heat meeting his dick. He began moving his hips to follow along with your rhythm creating a newfound sensation. "Ahh!" before you could react you felt your pussy pulsating heavily, a feeling you never felt before. "You nasty bitch you squirted on me." You felt his chest rumble. Based on the glistening on his lower body your slick juices coating his shirt. "I didn't even get to cum yet you sneaky bitch" Before you knew it he pushed you off of him causing you to fall onto the floor.
"Stand up, spread your legs, and grab your ankles." You followed his directions almost questioning the weird position. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you felt the familiar painful yet satisfying stretch of Toji's dick making its way inside of you. His hands found your hips as he began thrusting at an accelerated pace. Your pussy was still overly sensitive so it didn't take long for your juices to start flowing once more this time running down your legs slowly. "You're making a mess on my dick" he chuckled causing you to clamp down on him even harder. "Shit if you keep this up I'll cum in no time" You bit your lip biting back the moans that were begging to slip through. Your legs were getting weak, knees constantly buckling with each thrust barely keeping your balance in the heels. Toji took his right hand, yanking you up by your hair taking that same hand to place a tight grip on our throat. Your body was pressed tightly against his making your eyes roll at the newly found deepness he achieved. Keeping that tight grip, his left hand made its way to your folds collecting some of your juices to rub at your needy clit. The sensation made your jolt causing you to clench around Toji once more. As if on cue, his thrust picked up just as the movement on your clit did. The amount of pleasure was overwhelming your back was arched and a quick slip of slob escaped your lips. You heard Toji grunt behind you signaling he was about to cum. With a couple more thrusts you felt that familiar feeling from earlier, your legs getting weak once more. "Fuck" and with that, you felt the warm spill of his cum filling the condom meeting your own orgasm in the process with a broken moan.
The room fell quiet with the only sounds being slight panting from you and a hard sigh from Toji. "You were a good cheap fuck." He was quick to put his clothes back on, throwing a handful of cash in your direction. He was quick to leave the room leaving you there naked. Just like that, you were brought back to reality with the cold aspect of your job. Hopefully one day, you will save enough and leave this place for good.
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**NEW** Phat Bubble Ass Light Skinned College Ebony In Pink Romper Shorts With Colorful Braids.
Saw this nice and playful light skinned shawty in line with some friends during homecoming, and seen from the front she had a juicy and fantastic plump and phat round ass jiggling in them pink romper shorts!!!! 😫😫😫😫. I had to skip the line just to get behind her and did!!!! As she posed for the cam (just wish her braids weren’t in the way) as she danced and shook her ass for me a bit while we were in this long line and enjoying the Dj. I gotta good runtime of 10:46 grab it for $8 Cashapp or PayPal.
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hobie x gn!reader
warnings: mature themes, no smut tho, just making out, tiny mention of alcohol, minor ambiguous character, bit of voyuerism, jealous hobie, smallest mention of violence, mutual consent, established relationship
just thinking about hobie sitting at the bar after a gig, elbows propped behind him and long legs crossed at his ankles. he sips on a rum and coke, keeping an eye on you as you dance amidst the crowd on the floor.
and it’s not like hobie can take his eyes away from you anyway. you’re dazzling like this, so comfortable in your skin, letting yourself get lost in each track the dj throws.
you feel his stare, spotting him at the bar and raising your hand high in a wave and-
you feel a graze over your shoulder, and there’s a stranger smiling at you, shouting over the music before leaning close to your ear to ask for a dance
they’re attractive, and you’re loosening up after a few shots and there’s no harm in dancing, right?
but you can’t help but glance over at hobie, and he’s already watching. his expression is…unreadable, maybe even blank. he’s glowing under the disco, haloed by the soft lights overhead.
his eyes flick to the stranger, then back to you, and suddenly he’s raising his cup to you, dark eyes lowering and smirk tilting into his dimple
the gesture is unmistakable, hobie’s telling you to go ahead, that’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?
so you dance, you let the stranger settle their hands on your hips, matching your rhythm and hobie feels a pounding in his chest while watching you. your sensual movements and blissed out expression sends hobie’s mind all afloat.
the track changes and hobie’s face heats up when the stranger gets more confident, pulling you closer by your waist. you’re following their lead and smiling and laughing and hobie’s never felt so conflicted.
he feels it in his abdomen, the urge to pull you away from this punk and maybe kick their teeth in. but it’s also something of lust, because hobie finds that he likes the way this stranger is holding you, framing your silhouette and guiding your movements to push against them. and how you’re just going with it, so pliable under the touch and you look fuckin great.
but then you’re turning towards hobie, smiling at him. and hobie’s heart soars and his lips quirk, though he’s quickly concealing it behind the rim of his cup, eyes locked on yours.
and you’re giving him that look, the one that’s both seductive and reassuring, and hobie’s confident where your head’s at.
you’re biting your lip behind a smile and your head tips back against someone’s shoulder. it makes the stranger grow bolder, their hands beginning to trail your torso and it stirs something in hobes.
you let your eyes drift shut, immersing into the thrumming of the music and warmth in your skin, melting into the hands that guide you against a warm body.
“oi, mind if i cut in?” and your eyes fly open. hobie is standing right in front of you, towering both you and the stranger. to anyone else hobie may look intimidating, jutting his sharp jaw with hands shoved in his vest pockets, but you recognize the flush in his cheeks, the way his bottom lip is plump and shiny after licking and biting at it.
“sure,” you rush, looking up at hobie with a sugary sweet smile, a familiar glint to your eyes. you’re taking hobie’s hand, disregarding your dance partner and stomping towards the hallway.
only when you’ve rounded the corner does hobie press you against the wall, shoving his tongue into your mouth and slotting his thigh between yours. slender fingers cradle your jaw, and it’s a deep contrast to the friction of hobie’s clothed erection against your belly. your hands rest on his hips, fingers catching the belt loops of his jeans to pull him even closer.
“d’ya enjoy yourself, lov’?” he breathes against you, taking your mouth again before you can answer. it makes you squeak, and hobie smiles against your lips, his tongue sliding across yours.
“dd’y’like dancin’ wiv ‘at stranger?” he breaths against your lips. “two lef’ feet on’em, though,” hobie breathes a chuckle. his lip ring tickles you, and you laugh along with him. his hand slips to cradle the nape of your neck, holding you in place and he’s kissing you again, passionate as he presses his mouth into yours.
“you looked -so- good, li’l dove,” his palm are caressing your shoulders, sliding to catch your elbows. he pulls away to meet your eyes and his own shine even in the dim.
“quite sexy, actually,” his blinks slowly and you’re fixed on his thick and curly eyelashes.
“yeah?” you’re asking, eyes lidded as you smile up at hobie. you tease him a little, pecking his lips, kissing him slower than before.
“mhm,” he mumbles against your lips. “so fuckn sexy, y’sure ‘at was all f’me?” he asks, dark eyes looking down on you with amusement.
“yes, of course, just for you, hobes,” you confirm, and hobie recognizes the edge of a whine in your voice. you leaning up to peck his lips again, but then he’s quickly grabbing your hand, pulling you through the crowded space.
“w’goin home, dovey. ‘n y’r g’nna show me exactly who y’r doin’ i’ for, yeah?” and you’ve barely stepped on the pavement before hobie is whisking you into his side and webbing through the city to get you there as soon as possible.
notes: okay idk what this is lmao but i’ve been thinking about it for way too long 😩 this is my first time writing for hobie, finding his voice was definitely a challenge so i appreciate any constructive criticism! hope you enjoyed, please leave some love! 🩷
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Press me -pt1
Contains; cussing,alcohol,smoking,kissing.
Nerdy! Heesung x Stripper Reader.
It’s a big day today for you.as you wake up from your beauty sleep,getting up to freshen up your day.you notice a letter on the counter,But you gently
push it to the side for now. as you get yourself together,brushing your teeth,and washing your face.as your phone rings off from inside your bedroom,you quickly stop what you’re doing and grab your phone.picking it up to see your girly!best friend calling you,as you answer.
“ Heyy girll “ she said excitedly.
“ hey boo wsp” you said.
“ oh nothin much, how you feel about the party tonightt?” she said curiously. as you applied setting powder to your face.
“ I feel so nervous” you said.Biting ur bottom lip.
“ Why? Girl don’t be nervous, I’m sure ppl would enjoy your lil performance“. She said.
“ Yea ik it’s just a lot,but I’m kinda excited about it“ you said.applying lipgloss to your lips.
“same and besides who cares? you gon do good regardless if you ask me” She said supportingly.
“ Aww thanks bestt” you said. Cheesing at your phone screen.
“ ofcc! yk I love you girll😘”. She said.
“ yes an I love you lotss moree best!!”
you said. As the call disconnected, you got up from doing your makeup,and started looking through stuff to wear in your closet for tonight. As you stumble across a very remarkable;interesting outfit, which you don’t think to pick up,but you still do. an it still cringes you out a little,which makes you worry even more about tonight,because this outfit holds so much weight on you. >>
“ Girl don’t be nervous, you’re gonna kill it out there!” your best friend yelled. as you shook your head agreeing.“ i will cheer you on from here, just go out there and show em what a bad bitch you are,you hear me?” She said encouragingly. As you let out a chuckle,opening your arms for a hug as she kissed your cheek “ I love you sis”. She said warmingly. As you pulled away.giving her one last lovingly glare,before walking away.Now backstage as you patiently wait to be called on stage,you fix your outfit a little. Putting your long stiletto heels on,and applying some more of your clear lipgloss onto your plump lips;now feeling more like a bad bitch.
“ PLEASE welcome y/n” the DJ said. You confidently walked on stage as the crowd went wild.you could instantly hear the cheers from a mile away,looking around as you immediately made eye contact with Heesung. Which who was now undressing you with his eyes from across the room.licking your lips,as you climbed the poll.your head flew back as you seductively circled down,landing in a split.as the crowd cheered loudly,and more cameras started flashing,you got back up,and twerked a little.
As money continued flying everywhere, but mainly on your body.Making Heesung step closer, as he admired the view of you. Which you were now bent over next to the poll.grinding slowly against it,as you grabbed some of the money up off the stage and started spreading it all over your body.mostly in between your thighs,and up your ass,as you made eye contact with Heesung.
Whom looked more hungrier than before,dropping his drink and picking up some money from the stage floor just to throw it in the air,as you watched it land on your ass. Then you walked over to one of the other poll dancers,and started feeling up on there body. as they started grinding on your torso,which felt really good btw.and before,you knew it y’all’s lips were on each-others.but then it was time to really get to work. (Ifykyk..)
So,you pulled back your tongue and got back on the poll, and did a full( 3*60)but you were so into it,that you didn’t even notice that your skirt started lifting, mid turn.and before you knew it you fell down from the poll,making you stumble on stage.But you quickly fall into a split to cover it up.which was too late because your skirt ended up ripping even more.which now ur ass was on full display,and now everybody was looking directly at you and the music had stopped. While you sat in embarrassment,looking up to see Heesungs face who looked worried,as you looked over to your best friend that was now motioning you to get up.but you just frowned,As the cameras continued to flash”.
You immediately snap out of it and remember that your best friend is coming to pick you up, so you quickly walk over to the trash can,opening it as you place the colorful cloth.
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CAREBEARS INTRO + RULES
"test. . . test . . . 1 . 2 . 3 .. alright, we're online now."
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"And I am PJ, a DJ at Parappa Town's funkiest place, ClubFun. if you haven't visited the establishment yet, then you should. "
"Indeed Indeed! Clubfun is one of the most whimsical places in Parappa Town. all for those who desire to groovy beats and tapping funky feet! but, that isn't why we are here today.. we are here to give all our greets to the people visiting this blog! it's a pleasure for me and my boyfriend to be in this silly wooly place and receive all your messages!"
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“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°
summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.
therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.
playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)
warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugs and sex.
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chapter one.
your ego was out of this world, you knew you were the shit. your eyes are round and a perfect shade of desert sand brown, lips plump like they were sculpted by aphrodite herself.
the overflowing compliments from others didn’t help the inflation of your ego, you let that shit get to your head. with the way you looked, face, body and soul, why wouldn’t you?
your looks had helped you since the day you first saw light in the hospital room. you were never once rejected, from job interviews to the boys you hit on. which actually weren’t many.
maybe your overconfidence was the reason others had titled you as arrogant, and uptight. rumours followed you everywhere you stepped, from highschool and now to your current job as a dj.
along the lines of being a stuck up bitch, there were always rumours surrounding you stating you were a promiscuous woman.
you weren’t dumb, nor deaf. you knew about the rumours that circulated around you, nor did you ever find the need to deny or accept them.
you’ve heard them all, ‘she only speaks to those who can give her something’, ‘i’ve seen her go home with a different younger man every week,’ and it’s not like they were actually true, so you felt no obligation to feel anything about those rumours other than, nothing.
however this time, you felt something other than nothing. you felt anger, because for the first time in your lifetime you had been denied of something you wanted because of those stupid rumours. and possibly him seeing the little incident that took place last night. kim mingyu.
you knew who spat those dirty lies into his ears, and this time you feel a pang of hatred.
hatred is a strong word, but in this particular moment it’s the one that would describe the feeling you had for mingyu’s little girlfriend.
sure, somi had the right to put a girl who’s hitting on her supposed boyfriend in place, but you absolutely could not take the disrespect being thrown right in your face. the way she inadvertently called you a younger boy loving whore.
you’d never actually had someone spit on your shoes right infront of you, but that’s what it felt like she did.
you release a frustrated sigh, it’s not like there was anything you could actually do about it right this moment.
with the rumbling of your stomach, you lunge out of bed and pull your phone out from your pyjama pants, checking the time.
11:47pm, you hadn’t had dinner yet so you walk out the bedroom and down the hallway to heeseung’s bedroom where music was blasting. knocking on the boys door you scream his name, after four attempts he finally opens the door and asks you what you need.
“i’m going to convenience store for some ramyeon, want anything?” you ask the younger boy, he tells you what he wants and you nod in response, then leave to go satisfy your cravings.
with airpods in your ear blasting jay park, you make your way out of your apartment and down the dimly lit streets of seoul to the nearest convenience store.
the bell rings as you enter the well lit store, you make a bee line straight to the ramyeon aisle, scanning the shelves for the pink packet of buldak carbonara.
finding the pink pack, your arms reach out and you grab four. you walk to the cash register and pull out your phone ready to pay. the bell rings again as someone enters the corner store, you however don’t pay attention as the idea of filling up your empty stomach was more important.
as you lift your phone to pay for the meal, the screen goes black and unresponsive. you press the power button multiple times but to no avail, your phone is, dead. tonight was not your night.
you groan in frustration and reach into your pockets hoping there was any chance of loose change miraculously appearing. no chance.
“sorry, do you have a charger by any chance?” you ask the clerk to which he shakes his head no. tonight was not your night.
just as you’re about to put your ramyeon back, a large hand reaches out and pays for your food.
“i’ll pay for it,” a deep husky voice says.
you turn your head back and notice the incredibly broad shoulders of the brunette boy who stood inches behind you, towering over you. the scent of peaches emitting from his grey sweater filling your nose, making your nose scrunch from the pleasantry.
you turn around and open your mouth to thank your saviour, “thank you so much, like seriously, how can i repay you?”
he smiles at you and lifts his glasses up his nose as it fell slightly, he shakes his head no and tells you not to worry about it. but you do worry about it.
as you’re about to open your mouth again to reply, a voice cuts you off. one that you’ve undoubtedly heard before, your head snaps to their direction and you take in a look of your newly found crush. “wonwoo, we need more milk at home.”
there he stood in all his glory, a black hoodie and loose grey sweats. mingyu. maybe tonight is your night.
mingyu however did not notice you as you were hidden behind the broad shoulders of the man in front of you.
“yeah, just grab any,” the boy named wonwoo responded. he turns to face you again after yelling back to mingyu, he hands you his phone which had instagram open.
confusion must’ve been evident on your face because wonwoo chuckles softly and speaks, “if i ever want you to repay me that five dollars and twenty cents i’ll need a way to contact you, no?”
your mouth opens in an ‘ohhh’ and you nod your head, putting in your instagram handle for the knight in shining armour. you thank wonwoo again and grab the ramyeon packets from the clerks bench and nod to him as you rush outside and back home.
you really wanted an excuse to speak to mingyu, but you felt awkward sparking up a conversation with the beauty due to the argument you had with his little girlfriend. with the nth sigh of the day, you make your way back to your shared apartment to have your noodles.
“who were you talking to?” mingyu asks his roommate. wonwoo shrugs and pulls up your instagram to show his friend.
mingyu does a double take at the phone before his lips curled up in a slight smirk. “she tried to hit on me last night, she’s hell pretty though.”
wonwoo raises his brows at his friend and scrolls through your instagram page, pictures of you and your friends at dinner, promotions for your dj gigs.
“she a dj at your club?” wonwoo asks mingyu, to which mingyu nods his head yes.
mingyu takes a seat at the convenience stores window bench, placing their food down, wonwoo following suit.
“yeah, she asked for my instagram but somi cockblocked me,” mingyu slurps up a chopstick full of the spicy noodles, “i think they got into a fight at the end of the night, some younger girl slapped somi’s cheek.”
wonwoo laughs as he imagines the scene, taking a bite of his own meal.
“you and somi still got a thing going on?” wonwoo asks. mingyu shakes his head no, finishing off his ramyeon with one last slurp, using a napkin to wipe his mouth.
“no, we stopped after we got into university but she keeps telling everyone we’re together so i’m confused on where we stand.”
it’s officially been one week since the incident with somi out front of the nightclub, and six days with your one sided encounter with mingyu at the convenience store.
you were here at the club again, as you’ve been offered a full time gig here. as you walk in through the entrance, the manager seungcheol pulls you aside, starting a conversation with you.
“hey, i heard you had an incident last week with one of my bartenders,” he starts off, you knew where this was going but you didn’t want to let that girl ruin your chances of dj’ing at seoul’s biggest night club, for two reasons.
one being that the gigs you do here pay really good money, and two, you needed any excuse to prove to mingyu you weren’t just some promiscuous girl with plenty of boy toys.
seungcheol continues with his conversation, “i know you’re popular and a lot of our customers here are fans of you, so i’m going to let this slide and you off with a warning just this once.”
a sigh of relief escapes your glossed lips and you smile softly at the bright red haired male who stood opposite you.
“thank you so much, i promise i’ll be on my best behaviour.”
with a bow, you make your way to the dj booth and as you do, you walk past the bar and see the undeniably pretty blondie who called you a whore the previous week.
best behaviour my ass, with her back towards you, you lift up your two hands and flip her the bird before continuing with your walk to the dj deck. satisfied.
jungkook stands there with his headset on, upon seeing you he sends a bunny like smile your way.
the taller tattooed boy pulls you into a side hug to greet you, “i heard you got into a fight with somi last week,” he says.
you groan as you start to unpack your bag, pulling out your headphones and ear plugs. does everyone know your business these days?
“it was barely even a fight,” you explain, shuddering as you remember the incident that took place at this very location last week.
“more like a one sided argument over the hottie bartender mingyu, didn’t even get to throw hands at the disrespect she threw at me.”
he raises his slitted left brow, chuckling at your explanation and your unintended confession. “you eyeing kim mingyu?” he asks.
you nod in agreement, there was no point in hiding your newly found crush, “he’s so hot, but i’m pretty sure he thinks i hit it off with younger boys.”
jungkook pulls off his headset as you connect your usb to the deck, swapping sides with him.
“how so?” the boy questions as he begins to pack up his equipment whilst you mix your songs into his, bopping slightly to the music.
“he walked out into our little argument and heeseung was there with all his friends, plus i bet miss blondie said something to him about me,” you continue to bop to the music and shoo away the random male who came up behind you once again, trying to hand you some unwanted alcohol.
jungkook ‘ahh’s’ in reply, nodding his head in understanding before shrugging his shoulders.
“why don’t you just tell everyone hee’s your brother?”
you shrug, “no one ever asks.”
jungkook couldn’t deny that fact and nodded his head again. the conversation ends there and you focus on your gig, you did promise seungcheol your best behaviour.
your set ends peacefully and you pack up your equipment, swiftfully evading the drunken men making passes at you.
swinging your designer bag around your shoulders, you quickly fix your tight fitting minidress and strut your way to the bar. you only had one goal tonight, and that was to change mingyu’s impression of you.
though you have no idea how you were going to do that.
pushing girls out of the way, muttering soft ‘sorry’s’, you stand right in front at the bar, opposite to mister god sculpted. you wait for him to finish serving the man beside you, and when he finishes, he makes eye contact with you.
“hey,” you say breathlessly, this man had your knees shaking at just one glance, and you loved it. you’ve never felt so intimidated by a man before and it ignited something inside you.
mingyu looks you up and down, taking notice of the pink sparkly gloss on your plump lips, then he looks you in your eyes.
“alize lemonade again?” he asks you, grabbing a glass from the tray beside him.
you nod in agreement and watch him as he pours your drink, his biceps tensing under the pressure of lifting the blue liquor. you could stare for hours if he’d let you.
he places the drink in front of you, and you pull out the free drink card from your bag and place it in his palms, once again grazing your fingers against his for an extra second.
you look up at mingyu and smile, showing off your tooth gems that glimmered from the reflection of the bar lights.
“i still really want your instagram,” you blurt out. you hadn’t even had a sip of your alcohol yet, but for some reason the words just slipped out of your mouth.
mingyu chuckles and tilts his head to the left, “do you just ask anyone for their instagram?”
you shake your head no vigorously as you grab the drink from the bar top and take a sip of it, savouring the sweet flavour. as you’re about to reply to mingyu, a high pitched voice calls out to him, just like deja vu.
mingyu nods at you before walking to the other side of the bar and your eyes follow him, if you had a dollar for everytime you’d been cockblocked by somi— you’d have two dollars. which isn’t a lot, but it’s two times more than you’d wish for.
with a sigh you walk off and sip your drink. thinking about the two made your head hurt, you needed a smoke break.
“what’s with you and interfering when it comes to the cute dj?” mingyu asks the female, to which she responds with a shrug.
“i told you i’d save you the hassle of rejecting her, she’s bad news i told you.”
mingyu rolls his eyes at somi, getting tired of the mind games she’s been playing with him the past couple of years.
mingyu and somi used to have a friends with benefits relationship, but she had called it quits once they reached university because mingyu had confessed he had feelings for her. however, recently his feelings have come to a slow halt, he had been pining over her since highschool and he was getting tired of being led on by a string.
“i don’t know why you care, you’re the one that wanted us to stop in the first place.”
mingyu isn’t able to get a response from somi, as a familiar voice butts into their conversation. mingyu looks towards the bar top and sees heeseung with his arm wrapped around a girl, and it wasn’t you.
“two tequila’s” heeseung says, placing a fifth onto the bench, which mingyu grabs before placing two shot glasses on the bench, then pouring the gold liquor into them.
mingyu wasn’t exactly sure what to think, nor did he know if it was his place to actually say anything due to the fact that you and him weren’t even considered acquainted, but he was rolling with the assumption heeseung really was your boy toy.
“don’t you have a girlfriend?” he questions the younger boy, placing lemons on the rim of the shot glasses, “i don’t think you should be going around with other girls when yours is working right here, no?”
heeseung tilts his head in slight confusion, unsure of the nonsense mingyu was spouting, but heeseung was too tipsy to connect the dots and just annoyed at the fact mingyu was trying to lecture him out of nowhere.
“who are you to assume shit about me?” heeseung asks, downing the tequila and sucking on the lemon. “i don’t even know you.”
you stand outside in the cold, shivering slightly as you pull out a cigarette from your bag, placing the tobacco stick between your lips.
you reach into your bag again for a lighter, only to find it misplaced. “shit, did i leave it at home?” you question yourself, groaning in frustration at your forgetfulness.
as you’re about to turn around to ask the group of men a few feet away if they could lend you their lighter, a hand reaches out and ignites your cigarette— the scent of peaches overpowering the stench of smoke around you.
you glance towards the owner of the black lighter, seeing your saviour from the other night. what was his name? won… wonwoo.
with an inhale, you lift your hand and place the stick between your fingers before exhaling slowly, leaning your back against the wall, your head tilted in the direction of your knight in shining armour.
“hey, thanks again,” you say, pulling out another cigarette from your bag, but before you can hand it to wonwoo he pushes his hand out to deny it.
your brows furrow, “i don’t smoke.” well then why did he have a lighter?
as if your thoughts were written all over your face, wonwoo chuckles and explains himself. “a cousin of mine smokes and never brings his own lighter, you probably know him.”
you respond with an ‘ahhh’ and nod your head, puffing on the cigarette and starting small talk with mr peaches.
“what brings you out tonight?” you ask, curiously.
wonwoo shrugs, “my roommates working, so i thought i’d abuse the free drinks.”
you laugh at his answer, flicking the cigarette onto the concrete and stepping on it with the tip of your high heel. “mingyu’s your roommate?” you ask, though you already knew the answer, thanks to stalking wonwoo’s instagram the previous night.
wonwoo nods his head yes, and responds in a way that makes you shy and caught off guard. “you’re into mingyu, no?”
words were stuttering as they left your lips, trying to find any excuse to cover up the fact that what he said, was indeed factual. wonwoo laughs at your awkwardness, he found you quite adorable with the way your thoughts were so visible on your face.
“he told me that night at the convenience store,” he says. you sigh before finally nodding slowly at his previous question, you plead for him to not let word out, though that would prove to be quite useless as you make it pretty obvious to almost everyone you had the hots for mingyu.
wonwoo laughs again, “okay, then in return for last time, can you dj at my friends party? we’ll pay a good sum.”
and how do you possibly deny a well paid gig, well, you don’t. wonwoo and you exchange details about the event on instagram and then part ways as he’s decided it was home time for him.
you’re stood beside the bar pouring yourself a glass of water where the self serve water is, sipping it slowly as you try your best to sober up. you’ve been handed a few drinks by the fellow dj’s you’ve made acquaintances with while you were in the dj booth passing time.
to your shock, mingyu approaches you first, pulling you to the side, looking around swiftly like as if he was an agent in an action genre film. how cute.
mingyu looks downwards to make eye contact, his hair sticking to his forehead. “look, i’m not saying i care but you should keep your little boyfriend in check,” he says.
your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected lecture, and confusion at the word boyfriend. what boyfriend? you hadn’t had one for the past year, and you didn’t want one unless it was the man standing right in front of you.
“me? keep my boyfriend in check?” you question, the water didn’t exactly help sober you up and with your short temper, you started blurting words you would regret sooner or later.
“i think the one who should keep their partner in check is you,” you shout, loud enough to be heard over the music but not too loud everyone could listen in on your conversation.
“i wouldn’t be needing to keep anybody in check if your missus wasn’t going around calling people whores.” you spat.
“hey, i’m just looking out for you-“ mingyu tries to calm you down, but the liquor was coming up. lifting your hand up, you subtly tell him to talk to your hand, the other one coming up to your mouth.
“i need to fucking puke.”
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The Kiss of Red Death
Daniel Garcia x fem!reader
Warning: quite innocent, just some drinking
Word count: 740 words (short but sweet)
Comments and advice is welcome.
Part one
The bass tingles the hairs on your arms and the melodies ignite your hips. The alcohol you sipped, the taste still lingers on your lips: you’re in the groove and not ashamed of it.
You twist the knobs and press the buttons with passion, dialling up the vibes, this party would be nothing without you. Selecting the perfect soundtrack to the weekend, you’re in a trance – that is until a tenner lands on the decks.
“DJ! Reload it!” They exclaim, drunkly in joy. With a sly smirk and a brief glance up, you obey their demands and wheel up whatever cult hit you were spinning. Gotta keep the client happy, right?
You’ve been on fire all night. This might be the most amount of tips you’ve ever earned. However, nearing the end of your set, you feel a light tap on your shoulders.
Startled, you cock your head to the right and raise an eyebrow, inviting your space invader to speak. They are on borrowed time.
“Hey! You’re on fire tonight!”
Is this something you don’t already know?
Quickly pumping up your plump cheeks and flashing a tender smile, you go back to blending tracks. Let’s not kill the party.
They retreat back to the VIP section behind you and dance on with their friends.
You’ve played your last song and start to collect your things when the aforementioned intruder comes back up to you.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. I just wanted to say I loved your set,” they say.
You finally take your face out of your bag to look at them. You take in what you can see of their face in the dimly lit club. Your breath halts as you’re stunned by the beautiful man complimenting your skills.
His dirt-coloured eyes gaze down upon you waiting for your response. You briefly look down and feel heat in your cheeks, muttering a “Thank You”.
He softly pursed his lips into a sweet smile, “No problem!”.
Awkward glances are exchanged.
“So…"
"So…"
After a few seconds, this mystery man reignites the conversation.
“So, do you DJ all the time?”
Silly question but he’s trying, right?
“No, this is my side job,” you said before heaving your bag up off the chair you shoved it in.
You begin to walk towards the cloakroom and get your coat when your admirer tapped you softly again.
“Hey, Lemme buy you a drink!”
You try to act all coy. You don’t want him to spend his hard-earned money on you, but he insists. Giving in, he nods his head over to the bar and grasps your hand, pulling you through the crowd.
“Tequila?”
Yes, please! Tequila makes the world so much better.
You eagerly nod your head and hop up on a bar stool. You swing your feet – a luxury you don’t get much being 5’8 – and play with your hands. Your outgrown acrylics remind you of your nail appointment. You can’t miss that.
Snapping you out of your thoughts, two large glasses slam on the bar top and the bartender pours that sinful liquid into them. When they’re done, you swig back both shots and hold up your fingers authoritatively.
“Four more please”.
Chuckles evade the lips of your fan, “Woah! You’re a beast!”.
Years of going out three times a week kind of gives you an iron liver.
You gaze through your eyelashes whilst apologising, relying on that innocence.
“Wait! I’m doing shots with a stranger and don’t even know his name,” you say embarrassed by your lack of manners.
“I’m Danny,” he holds his hand out for you to shake.
You take a better interest in his appearance and you can see his muscular physique burst through the seams of his chiffon shirt. His olive skin seems flushed and adorned with a glittery sheen of sweat. His lips are pursed in that cheeky smile again. You caught the attention of a fine man tonight.
“Y/N,” you grip his big hand and he brings it up to kiss.
The familiar slam rings again as you see the four shots you requested.
You swig yours back again and look out the corner of your eye at Danny’s hungry gaze, looking at you boss two more shots.
“Drink up!” You tease. “I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”
Danny sniggers, swigging his glasses with his eyes still on you. He chose the right partner in crime tonight.
A/N: This is the start to my first wrestling story. I deffo plan to continue this story, but let’s see what we get.
#aew x reader#aew fics#daniel garcia#daniel garcia x reader#Daniel garcia imagines#wrestler x reader#wrestling imagines#wwe x reader
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