#that and the fact that she does pole dancing

[catfishofoldin99colours]

I wish my coworker a very 'chill the fuck out and calm down it's literally not that deep holy shit'

[iridessence]

so I recently got booked for a burlesque show in nola that has a really great concept— each performer does two sets. in the first one it’s a classic burlesque act (think rhinestones, big hair, glamour, often vintage), the whole shebang. But after the first set is intermission and they (the producers) set up an x pole and the second set takes the audience to the strip club. the performers are able to interpret strip club as they see fit and in fact there is a lot of overlap— many of the burlesque people I know did or still do work at the clubs, so it’s not far off from them, but maybe the crowd is a little different.

anyway, I have not done club work ever, mainly because it’s just not seemed like a gig I could get based on my body and i imagine a lot of club runners aren’t interested unless they personally find you at least somewhat fuckable. but i had an opportunity to play around with what it might be like if i could work at a club, and i still brought a little glamour to it, but mainly i went for more of an ldr stripper fantasy and well… it was a glorious time.

I wore a baby pink powder puff bra, a marabou cuff robe and a pink g-string to nail the vibes because it’s either that or like, a rose bikini i did not have or an American flag sling shot which I couldn’t stomach for a lot of reasons right now. i wanted to wear makeup that felt appropriate to both my vintage burlesque set and a strip club mood so i went with a cut-crease eye look and just changed my lip from red to pinky-mauve between sets. basically hair was the high pony in my icon, and naturally I danced to a couple ldr tracks and just felt very sexy. One of my cast mates said I was giving high-end gentlemen club stripper that the other girls secretly hate because when she comes in, she’s going to make all the money, and that gave me a good laugh.

In general, there was just so much great support from the other burlesque buddies in the crowd passing through from other shows— and a couple of them fan girled over LDR and her Americana stripper bullshit with me. Bunch of audience members also said they thought the shift between sets and moods was really cool. The producer said later that they cried because the whole show was everything they hoped for… a great night indeed.

[murdrdocs]

logan x stripper!reader demons are infesting my mind rn… maybe he was corralled into the club by Wade and … idek where this was going but i really need to hashtag fuck that old man!

anon i had sm thoughts abt this last night. none of them are organized. this is gonna be a massive brain dump but stick w me here.

logan was in fact corralled into the club by wade under false pretenses. he was told that "the son of a bitch hangs out here" and logan didn't know exactly who they were looking for, but he'll do anything if it means he doesn't have to see blind al going through withdrawals again. so he tags along, only asking need to know questions. but as soon as they're in there and wade describes the guy logan quickly realizes that their perp is the fucking hamburglar.

"my future wife works here, maybe yours does too." wade drops the act, hands on logan's shoulders for all of a second before logan shakes him off.

"c'mon, don't be shy. go sink your metallic claws into some pretty girl …” wade takes a moment before adding, “or guy!” and then wade stuffs logan's hand full of cash and saunters off somewhere else before logan can even say anything else.

logan knows he could just go home, blind al isn't so bad if she can listen to people speeding through answers on jeopardy!, but then he turns around and sees you—strutting up to the pole on one of the stages, wearing nothing except a skimpy yellow and blue two piece set. he's just drawn to the familiar colors, that's all. that's the reason why he makes his way over and takes a seat, albeit near the back.

this isn't logan's scene at all. he's not the pay-for-company type. he should leave before it's too late, before he's noticed.

he was going to leave, but then logan watches you approach the tip rail, your eyes watching some guy below you. logan stares as you dance for the guy, and just as the guy slips a few bills into the waistband of your tiny shorts, your eyes lift and you see him—logan, sitting in the back of the section, probably poorly lit, but you must like what you see because you linger.

the patron thinks you're lingering for him. logan can practically smell the excitement leaking out of his pores, but above it all he can smell you. a scent so particular and enticing that he wants to smell it as often as he can. he wants to smell it right on him. and he eventually gets what he wants when your set finishes and logan can smell that same scent, stronger than before, making it's way towards him.

god, he really should leave before he's in too deep, but his morality kicks in. he couldn't just sit here and free load, watching you work your ass off without slipping you at least a little something. so he takes a few of the bills wade gave him, pretty much half, and just places it in your hand when you stop in front of him.

you grin over at him and tilt your head, taking in the way he stuffs the rest of the cash into his pocket as he stands.

"leaving already?"

and maybe you're good at your job, or logan is more of a pushover than he thought he was, because he somehow ends up in a vip room with you, watching you dance for him.

he's not afraid to admit you're pretty. he understands why people would pay for this. but he also understands that this is your job. that he's literally paying for you to ask him to help you take your top off. he's paying for human contact, so he's reluctant to relax.

until you coax him into it, your voice as gentle as your hands cupping his face. everything you say sounds so earnest, like you're speaking from the heart and not a script you pull out depending on the customer.

once logan relaxes, he's fucking gone. yeah, that's the most relaxed he has felt in a while, and yeah he wants to see more of you, but he won't go back. mostly because he's broke and he has absolutely no idea where wade got that money from.

luckily wade loves to play matchmaker, setting up two of his friends (logan should've known that this would all come full circle) on a semi-blind date.

logan would've been more upset about it if he didn't get to fuck you (for free!) over and over again that same night.

[shirefantasies]

Hey, babes!

Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.

Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.

By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen

OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance

Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆

Thranduil

Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…

Legolas

Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.

Haldir

A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…

Galadriel

Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…

Lindir

There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.

Elrond

Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…

Arwen

How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.

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[sugawhaaa]

YEOSANG X READER

Under your spell

{Brithday special Chapter 1/2}

‼️WARNINGS:: suggestive, talk of sexual abuse/assault

💄Pairing::Idol!Yeosang x stripper!fem!reader

👠Genre:: lap dance, flirting, stripping (duh) I think that's it but please notify me if I missed anything :)

💋A/N:: This chapter is one of two. The second chapter will be erm yk actually doing it but this chapter is the layout of the story and where u are etc etc so if you just want to read the smut you can go to chapter 2. Chapter 2 will be posted on Yeosangs birthday because this is a birthday special!!!

There was no doubt that Yeosang's friends were somewhat more sexually active, we'll put it. Yeosang isn't oblivious to sex and he isn't a virgin but when it comes to super kinky things he is still testing the waters. His friends on the other hand were already swallowed by the waters. They've been to many clubs including strip clubs, they've been to sex hotels, sex stores, etc. When Yeosang's birthday rolled around they decided to give him a big surprise, perhaps the biggest you can give a man.

They booked out a personal room in a strip club, picking a specific girl that perfectly matched Yeosang's type of woman. They picked Yeosang up at his house and drove him to the location of his "birthday party" where more of his friends were waiting. Eventually, everyone gathered outside the strip club and Yeosang's face burned red.

"This…this is where my party is at?" He asked in disbelief. San nodded with a smile before hugging him, squeezing him hard.

"You're officially the big 25!" He said as he squeezed the life out of his hyung. He let go of him and smiled.

"Y-Yeah," Yeosang couldn't shake the fact they were at a strip club. His heart was racing. His hyungs led him inside and took him to the front desk. Yeosang pulled at the collar of his shirt, trying to get some air. Seonghwa gave the receptionist the information for their reservation and some staff led them to the private room.

On the way there Yeosang couldn't help but notice the main area of the club. Big groups of guys gathered around a girl on a stage. She barely wore anything except massive heels and he felt the need to look away from the way her body moved.

Finally they were all led to the private room. Soft music played with drinks were placed in a bowl of ice on the side tables. Yeosang didn't know where to go first or what to expect. He just stared at the small stage in the center of the room with a long metal pole, a circular couch around the stage. He bit his lip and one of his hyungs put an arm around his shoulders.

"I know it's a lot at first," hongjoong smiled before taking a sip of his wine. "But trust me you'll love it," he nodded before patting Yeosangs back for reassurance.

"So how does this work exactly?" Yeosang looked up at Hongjoong who definitely had experience at these places.

"There's not much to it. We basically just sit around the woman and watch her dance," Hongjoong shrugs. "It's a little stiff at first but once we start getting into the vibe it's amazing," he smiles at the birthday boy. Yeosang chuckles nervously and runs his hand through his hair.

"Right…" he looks back at the stage.

"C'mon let's go sit, she'll be here soon," Hongjoong takes his hand and leads him to the couch. The two of them sit together and have just a few drinks when you finally make your entrance. You come through the main door and shut it behind yourself. Deep down you're a little nervous, you've never had so many people in a private room with you. Most of your colleagues say the more the merrier, it's more fun when there's multiple people all having a good time but now that you're seeing all these people you're questioning them.

Hongjoong turns back to look at you and he waves kindly. You smile and walk over to him, bending down to his level from behind the couch. Yeosang stiffly turns to look at you as well but as soon as you bend over he can see basically all of your breasts. He instantly flushes and looks back at your face.

"You're the one who was booking this room right?" You ask, trying to be louder than the music without yelling. Hongjoong nods.

"That's me," he smiles before putting a hand on Yeosang's shoulder. "This here is the birthday boy though," Hongjoong chuckles as he pats his shoulder. Your attention is drawn to him and he instantly freezes up. His heart caught in his throat enabling him to speak.

"Oh~ I'll keep that in mind," you smirk and Yeosang chuckles nervously. "What's your name cutie?" You smile as you rest your forearms on the head of the couch.

"Yeosang," he blushes as he looks you up and down again.

"Yeosang," you smile. "Well I hope you enjoy tonight~" you extend your hand out to him and his body shuts down, freezing in place. You stroke some stray hairs out of his face and tuck them behind his ear. The feeling of your fingers on the back of his ear is enough to make his blood rush. You then notice the birthmark under his eye. Your eyes linger on it for a moment. "Is that a scar?" You ask, genuinely curious. Yeosang is still stuck in your trance but once his hyung hits his shoulder he comes to, realizing you asked him a question.

"I-Its a birthmark," he nods with a shy smile. You rub your thumb over the red mark.

"It's so pretty," you smile before coming back down to earth. "Well I suppose you're not here for idle chit chat are ya?" You chuckle and stand up again. You walk over to the stage and instantly all the attention is drawn to you.

You begin your little performance, starting with a little warm up to loosen up your muscles. There were a lot of people at the party so naturally not everyone's eyes were on you which was kind of a nice feeling. But as your dance got more intense and more erotic people started sitting around the stage, cheering and even throwing a bit of cash. You kept an eye on Yeosang. knowing that this was his party, You wanted him to have a good time. He seemed to loosen up a bit throughout the show which was a good start. You decided to turn things up a notch and step away from the poke for a while. You went around to the edge of the stage and interacted with some of the guests. Nothing major but little seductive movements and gently touching them on their shoulders or cheek.

It got the guests quite excited and you could see how much fun they were having now. Finally you got around to Yeosang's side of the stage and you laid down on the stage, making eye contact with him. You swing your legs around and hop off the stage. You stand in front of him before leaning down, rubbing your hands up his thighs.

At first he was star struck from the attention but as you continued to feel him up he started getting into it. You then turned to sit on his lap, grinding your hips against him to the rhythm of the song. You could feel his erection straining against his pants press into your ass. Yeosang tossed his head back and finally put his hands on you. He hesitantly lifted one of his hands up to caress your waist. You turned your head to look at him, he looked purely under your spell as you gazed into each other's eyes. You caress his jawline, guiding his face closer to yours before standing back up again.

You went to the stage and continued your dance. As the end of the party drew near some of the guests began losing interest in your dancing which was honestly okay with you. You can't expect everyone to be constantly drawn to only you, but there was one person who couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Yeosang stayed on the couch the entire time, subtly moving the fabric of his pants to rub on his boner.

Then the lights changed color in the room. The entire time they'd been here the lights were purple and red and now they're green, meaning their time is up. Everyone started packing up and getting ready to leave. Yeosang bit his lip hard before standing up, turning his back to you. You stopped dancing and watch as his band mates come over to talk to him.

"How was that Yeosang!" Mingi wrapped an arm around Yeosang with a bottle of wine in his other hand.

"It was fun," Yeosang smiled softly at Mingi. Mingi's ears were bright red and he looked like he was about to pass out from the amount of alcohol he just drank in the past 2 hours.

"She was so hot," Jongho sighed as he gathered up some of the alcohol they brought. "You're one lucky guy Yeosang," he smiles. Jongho's eyes were also glowing red but he acted far more sober than Mingi. By far the most wasted though was San. His eyes were hazy, his face was pure red, and he kept swaying as he was standing next to Seonghwa and Wooyoung.

"Seriously San you need to be careful," Seonghwa said as he cleaned up his face with a napkin. You notice the state of San and walk over to the three men.

"Is he okay? Do you want a glass of water?" You ask as you place a hand on his shoulder. San let's out a groan as he nods his head. You go back to the stage quickly and retrieve a plastic water bottle from underneath it. You also grab a robe while you're at it. You hurry back over and open the water bottle for San. Wooyoung takes it before helping San take a drink out of it.

You throw your robe on while Seonghwa thanks you.

"Thank you so much," Seonghwa says with a bow.

"Don't worry about it," you chuckle and swish your hand as if to brush off the gratitude from him.

"I think I'm gonna hurl," San mutters out when Wooyoung takes the bottle from his mouth. Wooyoung panics and looks around for a bucket or something. You overhear his words and get a garbage bin from the corner of the room before handing it to him. You turn to look away from San as he vomits into the bin. Seonghwa and Wooyoung join San in the corner comforting him.

"So sorry about that," Hongjoong apologizes with a worried expression.

"Don't worry about it. This happens all the time," you explain as you try to tune out the sound of San puking in the background. Hongjoong keeps apologizing but you keep telling him it's alright. While your talking with Hongjoong Yeosang can't help but stare at you. He keeps looking you up and down, admiring every inch of your body as you talk. "Does he have a safe ride home?" You ask genuinely concerned for all of their health due to the amount of alcohol they all chugged in the past 2 hours.

"Yeah, were waiting for our manager to arrive," hongjoong chuckles embarrassed. "Apparently there's some traffic so we might be here a while," Hongjoong says with an apologetic expression.

"Don't worry about it. Make yourselves comfortable," you smile before heading back over to the couch. "This was my last shift so I'm packing up myself," you explain and the members follow you like ducklings. They're all eager to hang out with a hot stripper after hours. They sit on the couch and go on their phones and talk amongst themselves, except for one member. Yeosang. He's just stuck in a daze and you decide to go up to him. "Is everything alright Yeosang?" You ask warmly and sit next to him on the far side of the couch.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good," he blushes and avoids making eye contact.

"Did my dance earlier bother you? Ever since I did that I've noticed you've been acting differently. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," you apologize sincerely with a bow. Yeosang instantly shakes his head and waves his hands around.

"No, no! It was amazing! It's just…" he pauses and looks down. You look at him eager to hear his response. You hold his shaking hand to comfort him.

"What's up?" You ask softly.

The two of you then get interrupted by Hongjoong.

"Alright guys, the vans parked out front,"

Yeosang looks upset as he turns to Hongjoong. You can both sense the chemistry in the air. Yeosang doesn't want to leave and you don't want him to leave either.

"I'll stay back," Yeosang blurts out without thinking. Hongjoong raises an eyebrow at him before seeing him sitting right next to you, your hands interlocked. Hongjoong nods with a wink before rounding up the members. You look into Yeosangs eyes as you hear the members all leave the room, the door slamming shut leaving the two of you alone.

"You were going to say something?" You look at him with alluring eyes. His lips part to speak but nothing comes out. He looks down at his knees. You rub his thigh gently to comfort him. His eyes follow your hands movements, looking at your long slender fingers filled with strength due to your dancing talent.

"I just wanted to say, tonight was an eye opening experience," he starts. His words are cautiously spoken as he takes deep breaths. "I've never been to a place like this. I was honestly a little afraid but," he looks up into your eyes with determination. "I've never felt so connected with a woman before. I-I just want to hang out with you," he admits with red cheeks. "I know it sounds crazy, but I…I feel like I'll regret it if I leave you," he holds your hand tightly. You tilt your head before lifting your hand from his leg, stroking back his hair.

"Honestly, I was going to say the same thing," you smile and he looks at you surprised. "Most men that come in here are rich middle aged men who think they're entitled to everything," you explain as you hold his hand. You can feel Yeosang relax as his breaths slow down. "When someone like you walked in I was so intrigued. You were shy, and respectful. You seemed to truly love me, not just my body," you smiled and his heart skipped about a thousand beats. His face flushes, the compliments circling in his head. "I just needed to learn more about you,"

Yeosangs eyes brighten as he looks at you. He wants to make a move. Pull you close, kiss you, touch you, feel you, anything. He didn't know what to do. He started to speak but he only stuttered over his words. He didn't know what to say.

He felt like he was under your spell.

[buckleydiazmp4]

911 season 8 we are so back moments so far:

- buck bee facts infodump

- eddie going along with every insane plan of buck's without question

- kids saving the day (girl with the makeshift epipen, tiny pilot kid)

- eddie doing a pole slide

- chimney and hen in genius paramedic mode

- athena having to take control in a disaster (pls give her a break though)

- bobby nash power husband moments

- actually this show is a comedy (dance party, worst angle you've ever seen of eddie running with the flight of the bumblebee soundtrack, 'how long does it take to shoot a scene', 'i'm sure she has it under control' cut to the plane going down)

- extras that will bring you to tears (father and son, old married couple, girls team, girl with the nebulizer saving that other guy's life)

[herofics]

Do you think you could do something where like the reader is really shy but can pole dance? Like she had a pole in her dorm room to dance sometimes and the boy catch her doing it? (You don't have to do it 😁)

A/N: Well first of all, you should at least mention which show you're talking about because in both JJK and MHA they live in dorms, so this could be either one. I’m making a guess that you meant MHA though. You didn't mention any specific characters either, so I just picked two

~Kaminari Denki~

•You and Kaminari knew each other before starting at UA, but you really only started dating after you both got into UA

•Kaminari found it kind of funny that you beat basically everyone at sit-ups on the first day when you had the physical tests

•He knew you’d been training a lot for getting into UA, but damn

•You’ve always been shy, so you didn’t want to show anyone your room when the class was doing the room tours

•And you like your privacy, so you didn’t really let Kaminari into your dorm room for a while

•Pole dancing is actually great exercise, and you love doing it because it’s fun too

•When Kaminari found out about your hobby, he was a bit confused, because like a lot of people, he kind of associated it with stripping (which is kinda fucking weird)

•Of course those two are totally different things, and Kaminari does know that

•He asked you to show him a couple of moves, because he wanted to see if he could do them too

•It was hard, but he could just barely get into the different positions, but he couldn’t hold them nearly as long as you

•Kaminari thought it was going to be easy, and he could just do it, but not even close

•You actually started teaching Kaminari some of the moves, and he was really bad at it at first, but he got the hang of it eventually

•He found it to be really fun actually, and it was a nice hobby to have together

•You made him promise not to tell anyone about your hobby especially not Mineta, because you know exactly where his mind would go if he heard you did pole dancing

~Kirishima Eijirou~

•Kirishima happened to burst into your room one evening when you were practicing a new move

•He startled you so bad you fell on the floor

•Kirishima tried to catch you, but he ended up face first on the floor right next to you, because he tripped on the corner of your carpet

•Now you’re both laying on the floor and you just look at each other and start chuckling

•He apologized profusely for surprising you and for the fact that he made you fall

•You told him not to worry about it and just sat up while holding the side of your head

•Kirishima was of course worried if you’d hurt yourself but you assured him it was just a little bump

•He didn’t even realize what you had been doing, not before you grabbed the pole and pulled yourself up from the floor

•He was like “Oh what’s that?” and you tell him it’s your pole dancing pole and he gets really excited

•He tells you he’s heard it’s excellent for core and upper body strength and no wonder you beat everyone on the sit-ups in the physical tests

•So he definitely wants to try out the pole and maybe even really learn how to do the moves

•Kirishima thinks it’s a cool hobby and he’s very enthusiastic about having you teach him

[dodorimo]

WIP Wednesday Saturday

Stripper!Tav x Raphael

Just a piece of something that's been in my drafts since forever

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People who don’t know any better think her strength lies in the art of seduction, but she believes it’s in the way she can read people at first glance. Whether it was the twitching of a finger or a sharp intake of breath, no sign was small enough to escape her trained eyes.

The man sitting at the front-row table would rather be anywhere else. Glancing at his watch discreetly, eyes glazed over with boredom. Tav has seen plenty of men like this come and go. Men who were pressured into coming to their club by their peers, out of a sense of obligation or just to keep up appearances, there’s no way of knowing for certain.

He’s handsome, in a timeless, elegant way. The kind you see in black-and-white movies. Chestnut-brown hair slicked back, sharp cheekbones and a mouth that promised to curl into the most sinful of smiles. In his late forties or fifties.

Two other men sit at his table, both younger and more enthusiastic, if the way their eyes almost pop out of their sockets as they look at her is anything to go by. She doesn’t spare them a second glance.

Of course, Tav knows she’s being partial. In her experience, older men are more likely to keep their hands to themselves and leave generous tips.

A part of her resents the fact that he isn't looking at her, craves his undivided attention. But then again, her show has just started.

“That girl looks like a good lay,” says one of the men in the front row, loud enough for her to hear even over the blaring music.

“The one with the awful dye job?”

Excuse her…? Her hair color is as natural as it can get, thank you very much.

“Nah, that one is a real blond.”

“I’ll only believe if I see it for myself,” the man says as his eyes run down her body in a way that leaves little doubt as to his meaning.

Fuck her this, fuck her that. Enough of these two jerks. She heard worse and with much more color. If her handsome stranger kept such rude company around him, maybe she isn’t so keen on getting to know him after all.

She often pictures someone while she dances—a prince from a faraway land, a movie star, a stern-looking madam. It gave her performance an extra edge, made it just a little more captivating. This time, however, she doesn’t need to superimpose her imagination on a poor bystander, she locks eyes with her mysterious stranger and gives everything she has.

It doesn't take long for her to lose herself in the carnal energy of the place, in the heavy beat of the music, in the pungent smell of smoke and sweat, until everything around her is a blur. It reminds her why she does this, why she dances.

The music stops and she slides down the pole, body aching and sweaty, a satisfied smile on her face. The men stare at her, lust written in their gazes, but she only cares about one set of eyes. At the front-row table, her handsome stranger is looking straight at her.

Not just looking at her. Devouring her is a better way of putting it, as if she were a fresh-from-the-oven—and entirely too irresistible—canapé being served at his table. She was right earlier: he does look good when he smiles. Although she had underestimated the wolfish nature of it, the way his eyes sparkled with newfound interest.

The moment is short-lived. A small crowd has gathered at the edge of the stage, pulling her from her musings. Her audience expects her to put on a show and she doesn’t intend to disappoint.

Her lacy garters are overflowing with cash by the time she’s done, some falling to the floor where she stands.

A flash of brown hair. Her heart beats faster.

“You were magnificent, my dear. Truly a sight to behold.” Lorroakan, one of her regulars, blocks her view of the crowd. Tav looks past him, but the seats at the front-row table are empty. “You must let me show you my full appreciation later.”

There is little to be said about the man, other than the fact that being around him was an exercise in endurance. Forcing a smile, Tav crawls to him on all fours on the stage. Lorroakan may be an insufferable bastard, but he had money to burn.

The fabric of her jeans shorts grazes the cold floor as she arches her back to be at eye level with him. Her outfit today is that of a naughty country girl, with a sleeveless white shirt wrapped around her midriff and stockings that went up to her knees. A little too plain for her tastes, but she knows better than to say no to Shadowheart (the flush that took over the woman’s face when she put on the outfit more than made up for her troubles, though).

“I’ll take your appreciation in the form of your tips.” Holding the ginger’s gaze, she splays her palms over her breasts and squeezes them together.

It is almost comical, the way he automatically reaches into his pockets and places the money in her cleavage, like a toy that was put to work, his eyes wide open and mouth ajar.

What happens next is a little more unclear. Lorroakan goes back to his seat—or is pushed, he doesn’t seem to have noticed either way—and someone else takes his spot.

[catindabag]

Every District “facts” and “local info” according to Festus Creed and old Professor Dementia Demigloss in my TBOSAS on Crack!AU.

[Read this for context]

District 1

Provides the Capitol chocolate coins!

Luxury items Fake gold.

Fashionista Land.

Their mayor is a ✨diva✨ who lives in a gold encrusted treehouse.

District 2

Provides the Capitol hugs and cuddles!

Masonry Mason jars??

Throws bread to their dead.

Their mayor (Mr. Rocky Rock O’Rolly) is a piece of rock. #immortalmayor2me&u

District 3

Provides the Capitol “free” flat screen televisions and spy cam teddy bears.

Technology Techno Pop Robo Cop??

They can hack your ass.

Their mayor has a flying wheelchair.

District 4

Provides the Capitol sea witches and lobster guards.

Fishing Catfishing. Duh.

They don’t serve bacon pizzas in D4. They might not even know what a pizza is (according to their local gremlin).

Their mayor is a self proclaimed mermaid.

District 5

Provides the Capitol the strongest Hello Kitty duct tape in the world.

Electricity Power Rangers!

Clemmie’s daddy is the shadow king of D5.

Their mayor is a homeless electrician.

District 6

Provides the Capitol Thomas & Friends.

Transportation Transformers??

Nero Price used to be the shadow king of D6, but now he’s a werewolf.😔

Their mayor only cares about her exclusive toy train collection.

District 7

Provides the Capitol wooden chairs and “free” firewood.

Lumber Cucumber??

They can throw and swing their axes taxes!

Their hobo mayor is a self proclaimed “flower child” who can talk to trees and bees.

District 8

Provides the Capitol sparkly mini skirts and sexy lingeries??

Textiles Project Runway.

Apple berry pies and cookies are their only “accepted” currency.

Their weird mayor claims to have a walking and talking bathroom rug. She might be crazy (but not “Palmyra Monty” crazy).

District 9

Provides the Capitol grain rain??

Grain Raisins.

They might have a secret “rice worshiping cult” over there. Who knows. Don’t care.

Their mayor sells a suspicious smelling “sugar powder” for a living. Is that even legal? Somebody should investigate him.

District 10

Provides the Capitol blue cheese and ✨Moo Moo Milk✨.

Livestock Chicken wings and drumsticks.

Domitia’s himbo daddy rules D10 with his emotional support cow (Lord Claudius).

Their mayor is Lord Claudius.🐮

District 11

Provides the Capitol cabbages and lima beans.

Agriculture Cabbage land and vultures!

They can legally marry their scarecrows. However, they are not allowed to divorce their scarecrow spouses for some reason.

Their mayor’s wife is a sexy scarecrow.

District 12

Provides the Capitol singing birds and pole dancers??

Coal mining ✨Pole dancing✨.

They’re poor but they don’t live in dumpsters with their freaky pet rats.

Their mayor’s daughter is a mean boyfriend stealing b*tch (according to their local singing rainbow bird).

District 13

The Capitol Nobles are currently pretending that D13 doesn’t exist anymore. But we all know it does. Lol.

D13 is now called the underground “Mole Kingdom” ruled by the mole people.

President Ravinstill is highly allergic to mole people and their rebellious mole habits.

Their self proclaimed “mole president” is deathly allergic to Bichon Frisé puppies. But who cares! D13 doesn’t exist.😉

[aspengenic]

This is actually disgusting, but I'm not even surprised anymore.

Full context in this link here. I won't be edited the names out of the screenshots, since they're already posted in the subreddit with the names so anyone can easily see it for themselves.

I have no idea who Tombo is (though it seems quite a few people form her server might), but he's apparently in this conversation(?), but he's apparently a minor.

If there is anything I'm missing/misunderstood from these screenshots, please let me know.

Also 12 raptors is the same person that called me a faggot (which was later changed to bitch) and wanted to give me their address so I could come over and they could "kick my ass". Since there seems to be a misunderstanding in Aspen's server where they threatened to leak mine, nnnnnope, they threatened to leak their own address to me.

Are you calling yourself "mom" or talking about Cherry's mom? Either way, calling yourself mom is creepy as fuck and also goes against your own rules, and if it's Cherry's mom, that's just fucking weird and can cause extreme harm. But I forgot, you love making people miserable and increasing their chance for abuse.

Quote from Cherry: "This [the grooming comment] is in reguards of me joining 2b2t and her sending The Fifth Column my way. Its honestly disgusting."

There is no doubt in my mind that this is about Cherry, and if you want to act like it's not, buddy, please go take a hot bath and think for a moment. Use that brain (assuming you have one to begin with).

So you're threatening to doxx her just because you don't like her? That's really fucking weird, buddy. You also don't care if she's groomed or abused further.

Did you know doxxing someone is actually illegal, too?

Now I have no earthly idea who these three are talking to her, but I thought we were supposed to be under the assumption that everyone in Aspen's server may be a minor, so there should be zero talk about anything NSFW?

This is fucking weird, especially if this person is, in fact, a minor.

Pole dancing and being a stripper does count as NSFW, since it's very sexual and you have to be at least 18 (sometimes 21) to be a stripper/pole dancer.

Also the "trans girls apparently can't drive" comment is really fucking weird.

Honestly I have no idea what's going on with these messages, but this also just seems extremely weird and kind of... groomy(?) in my opinion.

[sadhours]

neon lights pt. 4 | b.h & reader

18 + minors dni | prev. chap

contents: adult themes, smut, exotic dancing, this is kind of self indulgent with billys armpits I’m not sorry

You’re paranoid. You know that. It would be impossible for your coworkers to know that you’ve been hooking up with the cute bartender for a couple weeks now but you still feel like you’ll get caught with lingering glances and laughing too hard at his jokes. What’s not fair is that Billy can flirt with you as hard as he wants and cheer from behind the bar when you’re on stage because it’s not suspicious when he does it. In fact, he does that with most of the dancers. Perhaps it would be more suspicious if he didn’t do that.

Funny thing is, you don’t even need to hide this but you really don’t want the whole club knowing because then they’ll ask questions. You’d seen it after Billy had hooked up with some of the dancers, a million questions about him and what he was like in the sack or if they were dating him. Sometimes they’d ask you about him, since he lived with you and he was pretty reserved and mysterious. Which he was with you too. You knew his routines and habits but you didn’t know his dreams or aspirations. You didn’t know about his family but you’d assumed it wasn’t a happy one since he didn’t bring them up and they never called to talk to him.

That’s got to be on the to do list: get to know your roommate that you’re only sleeping with. You keep telling yourself you two are only having sex but Billy has slept in your bed every single night since this started. On nights he stays out late at the casino, he still crawls into your bed instead of his and even though he reeks of cigarettes in the worst way, you melt in his arms and fall asleep mid-making out. You haven’t kissed this much since high school. It’s insane. Sometimes you guys don’t even have sex, you just lay sprawled out on your bed or the couch, tongues tied. You’d forgotten how much you loved kissing and Billy’s the absolute best at it. You’re actually a little self conscious, worried that you suck at it even when he tells you that you’re the best kisser in the world. It’s an intimate interaction you’d taken for granted. You've never felt more desired in your life.

“Earth to Cherry,” your co-worker, Delancy says as she sits next to you. “What or sorry, who are you thinking about? Lost in your own little world over there.”

“Sorry,” you reply sheepishly, “I was just zoning out, no thoughts up here.”

You jokingly knock on your temple, standing up and disrobing. Your set is after hers which means you’re up. She slaps your ass as you walk past and you turn to blow her a kiss.

“I’m gonna need the warmest welcome for our next lady,” the emcee announces, “You know her, you love her, you want her… Cherry!”

You strut out on the stage, flipping your hair behind your shoulder and smiling to the familiar and new faces lining the stage. You desperately want to look at the loud cheers coming from behind the bar, knowing you’ll see Billy with a wide, happy smile. The urge to make money helps you make eye contact with the dollar bills flying towards you as you wrap a leg around the pole.

“Ow!” Billy’s excited voice cheers for you and you can’t help it, locking your eyes with his.

You arch your back, dropping your eyes to tonight’s bachelor and delivering him a wink. He’s a shy guy, his friends slapping him on the back. You like those ones, they’re always so respectful and they never lay a hand on you during lap dances but their friends make sure they tip you heavily. You find yourself wondering what Billy would be like as a patron, it’s a dangerous thought as it makes your moves on the pole a lot more sexually charged. You crawl across the floor, seeing Ulysses S. Grants face and you try to remember a time when you’d seen a $50 while on stage. You snatch it from the fingers and tuck it into your g-string, then you see the generous face looking back at you. Chip grins up at you and from years of practice, you do not falter but instead, you give him more of a show, pulling at the string of your top to release your breasts. This is a topless club after all. The sea of men cheer as you stand back to your feet and toss your top to the back of the stage before making your way along the front, sliding bills wherever you can fit them.

Billy’s in awe, always is when he sees you but when you’re on stage, it’s like a whole different personality comes out. He totally understands why you have such a loyal fan base, regulars he only sees on nights you’re working. He can see in your eyes how much you enjoy this and it’s not anything he sees from the other dancers. He’s happy to see you happy, even if it’s the money the men hand you that gives you that look in your eye. All he wants to do is lift you up and Billy’s never felt that for another person in his entire life, except for his mother.

Becky rocks her hip against Billy’s, “You two finally did it.”

“Huh?” Billy tries a hand at acting, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He grabs the bottle of house tequila and pours three shots for the gentlemen at the bar.

“I can see it in your eyes, dude,” Becky laughs and Billy waves a hand at her dismissively.

“It’s called pining. I want what I can’t have,” he motions at the men at the bar, who are all turned towards the stage, “We all want what we can’t have.”

Becky snorts, “They look at her like she’s the last slice of pizza and they’re all starving. You,” she pokes his chest, “Look at her like she’s the goddamn embodiment of heaven.”

“She is,” he mumbles, setting the bottle down and sliding the shots across bar, “Six dollars, gentlemen, cash only.”

Without looking, the guy who ordered shoves Billy a $10. He makes the change and throws the rest in his bucket. Becky walks over and smirks up at him, “You can’t get shit passed me, Hargrove.”

He rolls his eyes but they fall back on you, watching as you gather up your money while the music fades. He knows you’ll be out on the floor and he grabs two shot glasses, preparing them on the bar-top.

“The liar works tonight,” Chip grins as he sits at the stool directly in front of Billy.

“Sorry, I’m new,” Billy lies with a shit-eating grin.

“What’s she drink?” he asks, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

“Top shelf gin,” Billy admits, grabbing the coup to prepare your favorite drink. He grabs the shot glasses but stops himself, figuring he deserves two shots after this interaction is done.

Chip slides a twenty dollar bill over, “I’ll have a shot of Jack.”

Billy’s eyes catch yours as you make your way to the bar, noting your outfit change. The white top and bottoms with cherries bedazzled on them make his dick ache in his jeans. The first time he saw you in it, he took his fifteen and jerked off in the bathroom.

“Hey, darling,” he smirks at you, “I’d say you made rent the first fifteen seconds you were up there. Looks like I can go ahead and take my half to the casino.”

Billy never, ever mentions the fact that you two live together in front of customers but he fucking hates this Chip guy and wants to make him mad.

“Only if you can double it, lucky boy,” you sing as you rest your arms on the bar, then you notice Chip and Billy rolls his eyes as your demeanor changes. He knows this is why you resisted your attraction to him but he doesn’t care, he can deal with most of the assholes who want to get in your pants but this guy just makes his skin crawl.

“Oh and hello to you,” you smile at him, “I owe you a private dance for how nice you’re treating me.”

“As long as it doesn’t go to this bozo’s rent,” Chip motions his thumb behind him and when you look up, Billy’s mocking him with his hands. You can’t help but giggle, even though you worry Billy’s jealous. That’s why you’ve set restrictions for yourself in the first place.

“God, no, come rain or shine, he’s got to pay his fair share,” you say before giving Billy a pointed look.

“He’s not your boyfriend, is he?” Chip asks.

“In my dreams,” Billy groans, but locks his eyes on yours to let you know he’s serious but he also doesn’t want to make your job any harder, “But hey, I wish I was every one of these girls boyfriends.”

“This one’s the prettiest,” Chip declares, pointing at you.

“You’re so sweet,” you tell him, twirling your hair in between your fingers.

Chip turns and grabs the drink he’s ordered for you, though he has no idea what it is, “I was told this is your favorite.”

You take it graciously and try to ignore Billy pounding two shots one after the other behind Chip. As the two of you walk towards the private rooms, Billy reassures himself by setting a goal tonight to make you scream his name as soon as he gets you home. Chip can hand you all the money he wants, he’ll never get you anywhere near an orgasm and Billy knows that.

“You gotta cool it,” Becky scolds him.

“Huh?”

“That one was obvious,” she says, “Didi even catches wind of you two hooking up and you’re out on your ass. That’s her number one money maker.”

Billy knows it, reaching for his pack of Marlboros, “We’re not hooking up, Becky. God damn. Just keep rubbing it in my fucking face.”

She shakes her head, but turns to look at him as she walks back to her side of the bar like she believes him for a second.

He feels his stomach churn, thinking about you in that private room with that arrogant douchebag. He’s never really cared about it before but this guy thinks he has a chance and Billy worries he does. He knows it’s ridiculous but the only time Billy’s handed you a wad of cash it’s with sorrowful eyes and an apology because it’s always about a week too late. He wonders what this Chip fella does for a living that makes it so easy to throw so much money at you. The history of you having gone to school with the guy also makes him worried because truth be told, Billy doesn’t really know you. Conversations always tend to be about mundane things or how attractive the other is. You’ve both built this wall up and haven’t began taking it down. Billy’s not sure if either of you really will. It’s comfortable to go home and talk about each others day. Who would want to ruin that with trauma?

Billy takes a long drag off his cigarette as you exit the private room and say goodbye to Chip. At least the guy knows when to leave. You walk back over to the bar and smile wide at Billy, “He just paid our rent.”

“Your rent,” he says, pouring a couple of shots for the two of you.

You shake your head, “No, the boyfriend thing did something for him. You helped work for this money.”

Billy chuckles, “What did he say in there?”

You sit down on a stool and cheers Billy, downing the celebratory shot as you think back to the private room. Chip was weird. You didn’t touch him when you could help it but he was talking at you like you were, like he was about to blow a load in his pants.

“Lots of things but I think he was thinking more about you than he was me,” you reply happily.

Billy gives you a bewildered look, “In what way?”

“He kept asking if you were my boyfriend and I said you were whatever he wanted you to be, so he took that as a yes and started saying stuff about how much it turned him on to know you were right out here but he was in the room with me,” you shrug.

Billy nods, “So in his fantasy world, I’m being cuckholded. Interesting.”

He thinks it’s funny because truth be told, he actually gets to touch you and doesn’t have to pay to see your tits. You giggle, grabbing a hold of Billy’s wrist to look at his watch. You’ve only got an hour left of your shift.

“What’re we doing after work?” you ask, glancing around to make sure Didi or any coworkers weren’t in ear shot.

You know you should be out making more money, not spending time with Billy but hey, the few hundred dollars tucked into your top was more than you’d expected for a 5 minute private dance. He also looked particularly cute today, tying his hair up with one of your hair ties after a few hours behind the bar. He’d told you he hadn’t had a haircut in at least a year and you’d said you would cut it for him but you haven’t offered since and you’re starting to really like how long it is.

“No clue but looks like you’re paying,” he teases.

You mull over the options in your head, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out by the end of the night.”

Turning your head, you see Didi entering from the dressing room and that’s your cue to actually do your job again. You hop off the stool and make your rounds around, waiting until someone catches your attention. Didi walks up to the bar, asks Billy to make her a drink with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Yes, ma’am,” he sings, reaching back for the bottle of gin.

“Busy night,” she says, glancing around the club, “You doing well in tips?”

“Oh yeah, plus the roomie just earned our rent in like five minutes so I’m not stressing anymore,” he explains, backtracking from his conversation he had with her a week ago about how badly he needed money. He had told her as a way to ask for more shifts but Didi had taken it differently, thinking that he was asking her for money and she’d come on pretty strong that night. He got out of it with his charm but Billy was still feeling super uncomfortable around her since.

“That girl really knows how to make money,” Didi shakes her head. You were the best dancer here, you never got too drunk, you never showed up with baggage and you really knew how to wring men of every penny that had.

Billy nods, handing the gin and soda to Didi, “Maybe her skills will rub off on me.”

He makes a face, realizing that might sound sexual even though he didn’t mean it that way. Didi laughs and drops her hand on top of Billy’s.

“Oh, I’m sure you have it in you, just gotta put your mind to it.”

Billy grins awkwardly, wanting to pull his hand away but he didn’t want to offend her because he needed this job. Luckily, a group of drunk guys stumble their way up to the bar and Billy can excuse himself to over serve them.

-

“I’m tired,” you complain as you watch Billy wash the last bit of dishes. You’d changed into your sweatpants and hoodie and all you want to do is wash your makeup off. The last hour dragged on and you had forgotten that even if your shift ends, Billy has to stay behind to clean the bar. You like watching him move tough, the curls that had fallen from his ponytail bounce around his face and neck and his face looks so concentrated. It’s probably because he’s a bit tipsy but it’s adorable.

“So we just going home then, sweet thing?” he asks as he stands up, puts his hands on his hips as he tries to think about what he’s got to do next.

“Will you make me ramen when we get home?” you pout up at him with your big doe eyes.

Billy can’t resist, he grabs a hold of your face and leans over the bar to kiss you. You melt into it before you remember Didi is lurking around here somewhere, so you pull away.

“That a yes?” you ask, biting your lip.

The blonde just shakes his head, turning around to continue his nightly duties.

When you get home, he does start boiling a pot of water and you disappear into the bathroom to wash your makeup off. You tie your hair up into a bun and smear moisturizer on your face, figuring by the time you finish up your ramen will be ready. Billy does it perfect too, every time no matter how shitfaced he is. He usually cuts up some green onions and occasionally fries up an egg for it. You smell that he’s doing so now as soon as you open the bathroom door. Everything about it is so domestic, you think when you walk into the kitchen and see him cooking for you, lit cigarette perched between his lips but he’s careful to lean over and ash in the ashtray. You’re not sure this is even a friends with benefit’s situation, whenever you look at him you’re enamored.

You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his back, unable to really control your hands as they snake under his shirt to grab his hips. His skin is always hot to the touch, makes your fingers tingle. Billy leans back against you, guiding your feet back to he can strain some of the water from the noodles as you cling onto him. He’s sweaty from work but you’ve always been excited by his musk, you find yourself shoving your face in his armpit whenever you can. Billy thinks it’s a bit strange but he’s flattered more than anything, especially when you mutter something about pheromones when he teases you about it.

“Alright,” he peels your hands off his hips and you let out a whine of protest. “Ramen time.”

He carries the bowls over to the coffee table while you reach into the fridge to grab you each a can of soda. You sit cross crossed beside him, cracking open the soda and taking a big gulp, the carbonation settles your stomach. Billy leans forward to grab your bowl and hand it to you, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on before he starts digging into his own.

You mix up the noodles, humming happily before slurping a forkful into your mouth. You two sit in silence as you eat and once you’ve disposed of your empty bowls on the coffee table, you curl up with Billy, shoving your hand up his shirt to lay your palm against his bare chest. He lays his hand on your ass and kisses your forehead. You don’t care how this blurs the lines, it just feels so right. You close your eyes, unable to keep them open from how comfortable you are on his chest and slowly drift to sleep.

You wake up when Billy’s lifting you off the couch, bridal style. The house is dark now and you don’t know how long he let you sleep on the couch. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter after flicking the light on. You see he’s changed into a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips. You let your eyes rake over his chest, smiling up at him dreamily. When he reaches up to open the medicine cabinet, you lean forward and smush your face into his exposed armpit.

“You weirdo,” he chuckles, pulling away once he’s grabbed your toothbrush.

“Smells good,” you mumble, sleepily.

He shakes his head, smiling as he wets your toothbrush and squeezes some toothpaste on it before handing it to you.

“Brush,” he instructs.

You obey, sticking the toothbrush in your mouth while you look up at him.

“I’m not weird,” you say around your toothbrush and Billy leans back against the wall, raising an eyebrow at you.

He mimics you, speaking gibberish to tease you. You giggle, hopping off the counter to spit into the sink and rinsing out your mouth.

“I said I’m not weird,” you clarify, locking your fingers as you trail back to your room.

Billy turns your light on, closing the door behind him and goes to turn the fan on, “I’ve never had anyone smell my armpit.”

Grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt to pull it over your head, you get stuck and struggle a bit before you feel Billy’s hands helping get it off of you. He drops it to the floor and places his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“Okay, they were all missing out,” you shrug, resting your cheek on his pec.

Billy laughs softly, walking you over to the bed and laying you down on it. He walks over to turn the light out and crawls down into the bed with you. You melt as you pulls you into his arms starts pressing kisses against your throat. You lean your head back and moan softly, tangling your legs with his.

“Well, thank you,” he mumbles, “It’s very flattering that you like my BO, even if it’s kinda weird.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m sure you have your weird kinks you’re hiding.”

Billy laughs, “Oh, it’s a kink now?”

You slap his chest, “No, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

He nods, chuckling softly still, “I’m just fucking with you, baby.”

The pet name makes you purr, the way it falls out of his lips makes your thighs tingle. He places his hand on your cheek and turns your head up to his, pressing his lips against yours. It starts lazily, sporadic kisses between just resting your lips against the others. Billy drags his fingernails up and down the small of your back, you shiver under his touch, a chill running up your spine. You feel him smile and you return it, grabbing a hold of his jaw. He bites your bottom lip, teeth gently knocking into yours for a second but he’s quick to smooth his tongue along your lower lip. You dart yours out to meet his, your toes curling as the kiss becomes more charged. Billy’s grabbing at your skin, pushing you impossibly closer to him while licking into your mouth. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling like a teenager again. You always do whenever you two kiss like this. The build up of it all so utterly arousing, like Billy’s shy at first and then he suddenly can’t get enough of you. And he’ll kiss you like this for hours, until you’re both a panting mess and he has to get out of bed to fetch you some water.

Sometimes it ends with sex, other times hand stuff or occasionally just sleep. You never know which but you’re anticipating his next move always. Right now with the way he’s pulling and scratching at your hips, you know it won’t end in sleep even though you’re on the verge of it. Billy’s good at waking you up, though. He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it before mumbling into your mouth, “You’re so sexy. Want you out of these sweats.”

“Then take them off,” you reply hastily, tugging on his curls when his lips find your throat again. Billy pushes you onto your back and hovers above you, licking where your shoulder meets your neck as his fingertips hook into your sweatpants to pull them off of you. It’s so much hotter when he undresses you. He notices you’re not wearing underwear and he groans softly, pushing your thighs apart so he can get his fingers on you. He wastes no time, feeling how soaked you are and he wonders if it’s from the kissing or the armpit thing but he’s too embarrassed to ask.

“So fucking wet,” he settles for, inching two digits inside of your acing core.

“Billy,” you pant out, unable to keep your eyes open as he curls his fingers up and drags them across your most sensitive wall.

“Is this all for me?” he asks, his voice hoarse against your skin. You nod frantically, mind cloudy as you focus on the pleasure he brings you.

“Tell me,” he demands harshly and he pauses his movements abruptly as he looks up at you. It’s a little disorienting but most of all, it’s irritating. No matter how stubborn you are, you’re learning that Billy always gets his way. You wonder if the whole thing with Chip is bothering him and that scares you. This isn’t supposed to be an exclusive relationship and you find yourself regretting that you hadn’t set stronger boundaries. No, instead you insinuated that you wanted exclusivity.

Your hands raise to grab onto his biceps and your worries slip away at the touch of his warm skin. Writhing against his fingers, you finally pant out, “It’s all for you, Billy.”

He presses a searing kiss against your lips, continuing his ministrations but faster and harder this time, almost like you’ve won the prize. He mouths against your lips, “That’s right, baby. This pussy is all mine.”

You arch against him when his fingertips graze the spongy spot deep inside you and you gasp out, digging your nails into his arms. Your entire body is on fire and Billy’s barely started. How he’s able to have this effect on you is unbeknown. It’s like he’s magic, or worse.

He pulls back, positioning himself better between your legs. He spreads your thighs wider with his knees, entering a third finger into your gushing center. Pressing his left palm on your pubic bone, he rubs your clit with his thumb in quick, repeating circles. The pressure of his hand on you added with the fingers pumping in and out as quick and as hard as he can is excruciatingly delicious. No man has ever fingered you like this and you begin to wonder where in the fuck he learned this. You don’t have time to think much about it as he’s coaxing your orgasm along. Any minute now, you know you’ll cum harder than you ever have before.

“Look at you,” he coos, “such a desperate little slut.”

If you could see you from his eyes, you’d have to agree. You’re squirming around, your fists grabbing the sheets below you so tight your knuckles are turning white and the noises you’re making are borderline pornographic. Like you’re faking it but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Billy’s just a fucking God with his fingers.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he says it almost condescendingly, “like a good little slut.”

His words are like a spell and it works, your orgasm crashes through you aggressively. You scream his name, legs shaking as you squirt out all over his fingers and arms. And it lasts for what feels like forever. When you think it’s over, it keeps going and you realize Billy hasn’t stopped. He won’t let you come down, pulling a consecutive orgasm from you. You squirt again and finally, your legs snap shut around his arms. You cry out his name like a chant, begging him to stop or continue, you’re not sure.

You have no idea how much time as passed when you’re able to sit up and look at him, seeing the mess you’ve made of the sheets and Billy’s sweats. You’re gasping for air, your lungs burning and you’re entire body feels like it’s vibrating.

“What the fuck?” you pant in disbelief.

Never in your life have you done that before. In fact, you didn’t even know it was possible. You’d heard of other women squirting but you’d never done it. Until Billy. He looks so goddamn cheerful at your reaction. He even laughs, rubbing your thighs soothingly.

“You’re welcome,” he beams.

“Fuck,” you collapse on your back, trying to catch your breath.

“I think we’re gonna have to sleep in my bed,” he mentions, a hint of humor in his voice.

“I don’t think I can stand,” you tease back at him, “You’re gonna have to carry me.”

Billy does, getting off the bed and scooting his arms underneath you to pick you up like he did earlier that night. He carefully walks you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed before going to change into different clothes and you see the erection he’s sporting. You reach your hands out, making grabby gestures.

“No clothes, C’mere.”

Billy chuckles, “I guess that’s fair enough.”

He turns his light off and crawls into his bed beside you. You turn to kiss him, your fingertips circling his cock slowly and you smile into the kiss when he moans softly. You’ve never been insecure about your skills in bed but Billy’s on a whole new level and you ache to impress him. You pull away from his lips and start kissing down his chest and stomach. You lick a broad stripe against his abs, tightening your grip on the base of him. He exhales, fingers tangling into your hair as you descend lower. You let go of him and his cock rests up against his stomach, your hands meet his hips and you lick from his balls to his tip. Billy lets out a guttural groan so you do it a few more times before wrapping your lips around his tip. Humming around him, you inch him further and further until you can’t anymore. You feel his pubes tickle your nose, his hands pulling roughly at your hair. You swallow around him before you ease up, your hand moving to stroke where your mouth leaves. You gather the remaining saliva in your mouth and drool it over his tip, using your hand to spread it along his length.

Billy’s panting above you, “Ugh, such a good girl…”

His praise feels nice, making you giggle softly before rolling your tongue along the edges of his tip. You stroke him faster, lowering your mouth to his sack so you can swirl your tongue against his balls. Billy groans louder this time, jerking his hips as he fucks into your first. You start to feel a dull burn in your forearm and wrist but you’re determined to give him an equally earth shattering orgasm as he gave you briefly before.

“Fuck,” Billy grits behind clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum.”

You quickly move to wrap your lips around his tip again, sucking him down hard without relenting your motions with your hand.

Billy whines, “Ah-ah…” and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard in your life. You hum happily and he shoots his load into your mouth, hips lifting of the bed as he does so. You swallow and continue to suck, pulling every last drip from him until he’s pushing your head away.

“Fuck,” he exhales loudly, reaching for your arm so he can pull you back up with him. Your face is close enough so you bury it in his armpit and take a whiff. Billy jumps, pulling you up the bed further.

“Jesus Christ, you fiend, that tickles,” he mutters as he presses his lips to yours.

“You smell so fucking good,” you purr, “I just can’t help myself.”

“After that, you deserve it,” he grins, “now get some sleep.”

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Name your favorite characters and why in absurd detail (if you want, or just name them)

Well, you asked for DETAILS, so have a sort of chatacter analysis/hot mess of ramblings for #1. This has a good amount of personal headcanons that I've built up and it's not 100% based on canonical facts. Also I HAVE only played 0, Kiwami 1 and Kiwami 2 (Majima saga is in progress) so I don't have all the facts. I AM NOT GOOD AT CHARACTER ANALYSIS, be warned. Also ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

1) Majima Goro! I find his truly kind nature masked by his 'Mad Dog' persona very fascinating and sad at the same time. The way he incorporated elements of Nishitani and Sagawa into that persona is interesting and telling of how much of an impact those two had in him deciding his path.

I'm entranced by his use kansai-ben (my beloved) and his playful tone of voice contrasted with the, at times, more serious voice that sends me right back to 1988. The way he switches from an almost mockingly polite speech style to his Kansai dialect in his introduction scene in 0 instantly made me curious about his true nature and backstory.

I think his way of showing off his tattoos by not wearing a shirt so civilians don't get involved with him (that's how I interpret it) is tragic and it's obvious his past has left him with deep scars and a fear of the people he cares about being hurt. He'd rather be alone than build bonds and then potentially lose more people.

The way he still loves Makoto deeply in Kiwami 2 after all these years, and how he sings about truly not wanting her to forget him, but regardless "not minding" it if she forgets him as long as she's happy, hurts me in a whole new way. The way he sings/screams those "I DON'T MIND"s as though he's desperately trying to make himself believe what he's saying, rather than directing those phrases at Makoto in his mind, breaks my heart.

His pretty much absent fear of death sends chills down my spine and makes me wanna cry because he was already saying he's been ready to die for a long time in a flashback from BEFORE he events of Yakuza 0. I dread possibly finding out more about his past.

He's witty and charming and his confidence draws me in. He dresses how he does and meets Kiryu as Goromi and pole dances for him as well with no problems, and all in all just doesn't care what people think of him. I know it's probably because of something tragic like him having given up on life so "might as well go out with a bang", but I want to believe he feels at least somewhat liberated when he does all that.

I'm obsessed with how he wants to witness Kiryu's journey down the path he could never follow himself. And he seems to genuinely want to support Kiryu's decision to follow his own principles. Their first conversation in Kiwami tickled my brain because in that moment he seems to "lock it in" that he'll place his trust in Kiryu's unwavering will to make his own path and wants to witness it. He wants to see if it would have been possible for himself as well, had the circumstances been different. Is it truly possible to stick to such "soft" values in the cruel world of the Yakuza?

When he saw Kiryu coming back after his decade in prison, he whipped him right back into shape because he wanted to keep witnessing Kiryu's journey and also keep Kiryu's principles alive by keeping Kiryu himself alive. Because he himself wouldn't be able to live by those values, he's in way too deep, he has a reputation to uphold. So when his brother returns to kill him (if he will try to kill him, Majima himself seems to think so), it'll be an achievement worth letting Saejima back in the family. Killing a legend and all that.

Majima seems to feel like he can let Kiryu in a tad more than others. Even if it's just fighting against or beside him and openly enjoying those interactions. Probably because he knows Kiryu can handle himself in a fight and he's near indestructible physically and mentally. Kiryu is, in a way, his equal when it comes to dealing with it when shit hits the fan. He's definitely at least fond of Kiryu imo, with him giving in very easily when Kiryu asks him to help the Tojo clan survive in Kiwami 2. And also with how uncomfortable he got when Kiryu bowed his head when he was asking Majima for help.

Majima also highly values the promises he makes; he fought those invading Sengoku thugs until he was battered and bleeding and barely able to stand because he promised Kiryu he'd be there to help. Weird move from a man who seems hell-bent on pretending not to care about anyone or anything besides his own interests, hmmm? He gave his word and he KEPT it. Because he doesn't make empty promises.

I love watching him when he's "on a break" during the Majima Everywhere storyline. It truly solidified the fact that the 'Mad Dog' is a mask for me. He's all hyper and "crazy" when others are around and he really lays it on thick, but on break? He's contemplative. He looks almost sad at times. He lets the mask drop for a second. The fact that he lets Kiryu see that instead of immediately masking back up is a whole other can of worms. Point is, the Majima from before is still there, underneath it all.

The way he thinks back on his time in Sotenbori is interesting. There's definitely trauma and anger in there, but the way he wonders about how his team is doing nowadays almost wistfully makes me happy. He had SOME light to hold on to in those dark times. He truly did care for his team and was fond of them. Also... him saying it wasn't in his nature to make a living using women like that made my respect for him soar. He truly respected everyone in his team, including the hostesses.

Also, just... ugh. The Doll Girl substory. The DAMN DOLL GIRL SUB STORY. I- THAT- 😭😭😭😭 O UG H

TL;DR: Majima because he's everything to me and he makes me experience thought spirals beyond anything I've went through before. He's tragic, he's fun, he's silly, he's hot, he's confident, he's strong, he's interesting he's kind and he's just... Majima.

2) Kiryu because he's sweet and wonderful and makes me weep and I wish he'd take better care of himself and I wanna hug him and give him soup and bring all his loved ones back to life. Please let this man catch a break.

3) Nishitani because he makes me feral and I want him carnally

4) Dojima Yayoi because... I mean... DAMN. She's fierce and extremely loyal, she handled herself extremely well in an environment that was probably rife with people who questioned her ability to lead. I'd bet my left boob she faced a lot of misogyny (direct and/or indirect) during her time as a chairwoman. But she kept going, head held high, with conviction and pride. Simply incredible.

5) Haruka is a sweet angel and I wanna protect her and I hope she will be happy forever. She stayed strong and still has faith in people even after seeing all the horrors of Kiwami 1. She's so resilient and brilliant.

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.1 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

Bank Job Arc LET'S GOOOOOO!

(I Think?)

There was something appealing about being out and about before the city had woken up. 

There are many things I'll never be able to relate to wrt Taylor, I'm sure, some already, but this

Yeah. this has to be on top of that list. Becoming a warlord villain of the city? Sure what the fuck I'm all for that.

Liking being out and about at an ungodly hour? Fuck that noise.

It was like Brockton Bay was a ghost town, in a good way.

Taylor? One question:

What The Fuck?

 In February, Sophia had goaded some boys into trying to catch me, I think the goal had been to duct tape me to a telephone pole. I had escaped, helped mostly by the fact that the boys hadn’t really cared enough to run after me,

Huh. So that actually happened. I figured the fic I read here they do catch her (and then she accidentally goes wild with the Swarm, etc) just had that written as Sophia doing an escalation she didn't do in canon.

Christ, that bitch is just... someone really needs to stab Sophia. A lot.

(Like, yes, I can grant it's... not great when the story has so few black people and one of them is Sophia and she's written like... that, but still. Sophia - fucked up and vile)

Three and a half months had burned away the body fat, leaving me very lean, and had given me the stamina to run at a steady jog without leaving me panting for breath.

Lucky bitch. Three and a half months of jogging wouldn't do that for me.

(Maybe if I actually committed to it like she has, but I'm lazy so :rofl: )

There were only a few people out and about, which made it easy to find Brian.

Wait, you were here looking for Brian? Maybe clue is in sooner, Taytay?

“I want,” I said, then I felt dumb for the awkward lapse into caveman speak.  I blamed the early hour of the day.  To try and save face, I added, “Thanks.”

:rofl:

 “Don’t coffees there cost, like, fifteen dollars a cup?” Brian chuckled a little, “We can afford it, Taylor.”

And? Still a waste of money I'm willing to bet.

Also, like whomst the fuck, in 2011, was selling $15 coffee to go? Is Wildbow mistaking US and Canadian Dollars? Even in canada that feels like a lot for coffee?

Did Leviathan make coffee more expensive or something?

These guys were raking in thousands of dollars on a given job, and they had given me two thousand dollars up front. 

Yeah but you don't stay rich by just casually dropping $15 on your morning coffee.

I extended my arm, clenched my fist and relaxed it to demonstrate, “Only hurts when I flex it.”  I didn’t tell him that it had been hurting badly enough to cost me some sleep last night.

Trying to seem tough in front of the guy you're into, or just used to pretending she doesn't hurt as much as she does? Or both?

“Makes sense,” I said, then I added, “I read her page on the wiki.” “So you’ve got the gist of it,”

An accurate wiki!? LE GASP!

I spotted a crab scuttling across the beach almost directly below us.  I reached out with my power and stopped it in its tracks.  Though I didn’t need to, I extended my finger and pointed at it, then waved my finger lazily as I made the crab follow where my my index finger was pointing.  Since Brian and I were both leaning over the railing, and there was practically nobody on the Boardwalk that wasn’t busy with work or getting their store opened for the day, I was pretty certain nobody else would figure out what I was doing. Brian saw the crab dancing in circles and figure eights and smiled.  Conspiratorially, he leaned closer to me and whispered, “You can control crabs, too?” I nodded, feeling just a bit of a thrill at how we were huddled like this, sharing secrets while the people around us were totally in the dark.  I told him, “I used to think I could control anything with an exoskeleton or shell.  But I can control earthworms too, among other things, and they don’t have shells.  I think all it takes is that they have to have very simple brains.”

But there have to be other animals that also have simple brains she can't control? Some birds and mammals can, no?

It's time to say it again: POWERS

ARE

BULLSHIT

(I suspect I'll be saying that a lot. :rofl:)

Of course, it could be her powers run on what she conceptually thinks are bugs or buglike? Like, if she could convince herself that squirrels are bugs, could she control them?

I shook my head, “I gotta get home and get ready for school.” “Ah, right,” Brian said, “I forget about stuff like that.” “You guys don’t go?” “I take courses online,” Brian said, “My folks think it’s so I can hold a job to pay for my apartment… which is kind of true.  Alec dropped out, Rachel never went, and Lisa already applied for and tested for her G.E.D.  Cheated using her power, but she has it.”

It is kind of remarkable that Taylor doesn't just... give up on school, from what I gather she keeps going sometimes even well into her Villain career. I doubt Winslow would really care enough to reach out to Taylor's dad if she just... stopped actually attending.

“Ah,” I said, my focus more or less dwelling on the idea that Brian had an apartment.  Not the fact that Grue the successful supervillain had an apartment – Lisa had mentioned that to me – but that Brian the teenager with parents and schoolwork to focus on did.  He kept changing my frame of reference for trying to figure him out.

Villains are human and complex!

“That’s to our place,” he told me, “And I mean that.  Ours as in yours too.  You’re free to come by any time, even if nobody is there.  Kick back and watch TV, eat our food, track mud on our floor, yell at the others for tracking mud on the floor, whatever.” “Thank you,” I said, surprising myself by actually meaning it.

Well fuck. Yeah.

Fuck.

All this poor girl wants is a place to belong. A place to be welcome.

I mean, not all she wants, really, I suppose, but a huge part.

That wasn’t to say I didn’t like Lisa, but just being around her made me feel like I had the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head.

Understandable.

Heading back home and preparing for school left me with a gradually increasing feeling of dread, like a weight sitting on my chest.  I’d been trying not to think of Emma’s taunting and my fleeing from the school with tears on my face.  I had spent an hour or two tossing and turning in bed, the event replaying over my head while the throbbing of my wrist jarred me awake every time I started to drift off.  Beyond that, I had been pretty successful in avoiding thinking about it.  Now that the prospect of going back was looming, though, it was impossible not to dwell on the subject as I headed home, got ready and caught the bus.

Taylor "Repress Repress Repress" Hebert!

I still had to face the consequences of missing two afternoons.

Do you?

This wasn’t the first time I’d needed to psych myself up to going to school.  Deceive myself into going and staying.  The worst days had been back in my first year at high school, when the wounds of Emma’s betrayal were still fresh and I wasn’t yet experienced enough to anticipate the variety of things they could come up with.  Back then, it had been terrifying, because I hadn’t yet known what to expect, didn’t know where, when or if they would draw the line. 

Ooof

Or, I thought, maybe I could just look forward to hanging out with Lisa, Alec and Brian.  Outside of the part where I nearly got mauled by Bitch’s dogs, it had been a nice night.

I mean, that's like saying "Apart from the part where she mindraped and then actually raped her sister, Amy Dallon does wonderful things in Worm"

Okay, not really, not even close, but still. That is a very big 'apart from' to just... set aside. :rofl:

 it had been a nice night.  Thai food, five of us lounging on two couches, watching an action movie on a huge entertainment system with surround sound.  I wasn’t forgetting what they were, but I rationalized that I had no reason to feel bad about spending time with them when we were – for all intents and purposes – just a group of teenagers hanging out.  Besides, it was for a good cause, if it meant they relaxed around me and maybe revealed secrets.  Right?

Capacity for self-rationalization, thy name is Taylor. :rofl:

Even though I knew, rationally, that I probably wasn’t on the list of their top five things to talk about and that they likely weren’t talking about me, I felt my heart sink.  

No, you probably are. I'm pretty sure you live rent free in both Taylor and Emma's heads and always will. A year and a half of targeting bullying, day in, day out.

Honestly, like, forget the immorality and awfulness of doing that, just... committing to that much bullying to one person that consistently - It just feels like it would be exhausting.

 One of the other girls noticed and chuckled, leaned closer to Sophia as Sophia whispered something in her ear, then they both laughed.  My cheeks flushed with humiliation.  

Like I said. Rent Free.

 For one and three-quarter school years, I had been putting up with this shit.  I’d been going against the current for a long time, and even though I was aware of the consequences I’d face if I kept missing school like this, it was so much easier to stop pushing so hard against the current and just step in the other direction. My hands jammed into my pockets, already feeling an ambivalent sort of relief, I caught the bus back to the docks.

Life advice from Skitter:

"Drop out of school, and become a supervillain kids!"

:rofl:

(But also, good on you Taylor. In this case, quitting school is the better choice. Fukitol and all that)

[rockybloo]

Does Bitterbat have a following of fangirls and fanboys who thirst after every image of him? Y'know, like how monster-fuckers are with Venom? Cuz I gotta tell you, as a guy who is 95% sure I'm straight, Bitterbat is responsible for about 3 of the remaining 5%.

Once Bitterbat shows up in Decking City, the thirst levels he brings out of people becomes incalculable.

He has so many fan cams online, OOC y/n fanfictions and fics where people ship him with Sweetheart but it's obvious they are just living through her.

The Decking City Hero Park (aka the Disney world of Decking City) is one of the few places that can legally sell merch of villains and Bitterbat's is always a best seller.

Sweetheart is frequently told how lucky she is to have such a hunk as her designated villain.

And the fact Bitterbat makes a bunch of lewd jokes, does all sorts of suggestive poses and even pole dances on his staff to flirt with Sweetheart just makes the thirst from fans worse.

[breeding-bull-shuichi-saihara]

In oiled up twerking contest, Shuichi which girls make the top five for you?

The twerking competition is such a rare event and opportunity that we haven't experienced it happening so far. So, in the oiled-up competition, the hottest five girls in the academy should be at the top...... However, I want to put Kaede on the list; I know I'll always be biased towards everyone since Kaede will always have my heart; either way, back to business. I can only see her willing to twerk if she is affected by the lust virus <Who am I kidding? Everyone in Hopes Peak is suffering its affliction, including me. At least, I'm fully aware of it as a detective. I'm just out here, preventing my urge from turning me into feral; now it's hard not picturing them all oiled up for twerking> anyways, let's get to it:

5:- Celestia Lunenburg: The reason why I think she is going to be one of the top girls at twerking competition. Because she does it for money, and she'll give it her all if that means attracting many customers. Including me, I'll be out here contemplating, would she go so far as to get paid by her customers for a one-on-one twerk dance? I would say yes; she is the type of woman who would charge you extra and want you to be there watching her twerk just for you "In private." And I know for a fact things will get extra spicy with her backside; she will be eager to let you hold her oiled ass as when she's bouncing and grinding against my crotch. And get her ass groped and smacked to make her go faster. And who knows if her customers are entertaining her. She would extend the session for them to watch her bounce and twerk for extra hours. Hopefully not; I would go feral here and there.

#4: Akane Owari. Now, with someone amazingly athletic, I think she would be phenomenal; I can picture her doing it with the least clothes possible. If anything, she will invite you to watch her twerk super closely against your groins; she can throw her massive globes against you. Eliminating the distance between you and her, knowing her skin is all oiled up. She is the type of woman who spice things up and fuck you on her first date. You can leave some shading red mark on her fat rear, and she'll still twerk for you. Know if this ever happened to you. She'll just want to get dicked down hard. She is the type of woman who openly lets everyone fondle her heavy, fun bags; now, imagine how much you put into her in the mood when you get to play with her all day with no strings attached. That makes me want to do it all, playing with her breasts, pounding her if she keeps twerking her tanned, thick skin against me. I know she is asking for this. She is an animal, and so do I when I get feral..; and she got nothing against me using her pussy like a cock warmer for my thick shaft. She hobbyist and a twerker. And if you feed her right. She'll go a few more steps beyond your imagination to take her for yourself.

#3: Maki is one of the exceptional cases; nothing is better than watching your close friends twerking for you all day/night. A perk for being her close friend. She was even practicing all day and night; with her substantial delicious wobbling ass. I can already tell. Maki wondered how to impress Kaito, so she came to me first. Since she is very cautious with her body, suppose her ass was too thick. I wouldn't lie to her; she is freaking hot. She needs to put her heart and soul into shaking her ass.. then I told her to do it for me; she didn't mind twerking against me all day and night if that's what it takes to improve. And she got my pants so stiff with how hard I got, encouraging her to get creative and play against my pole using her solely. She was such a good girl. I even had to spank her ass to increase her rhythm and speed; then, I told her to close her mind and get oiled up. And shake her perfect ass for the show. <I just realized they will get oiled up in the twerking contest. My goodness, these girls will make me R O C K H A R D if these girls are highly oiled up twerking for me as a group.

#2:- Ibuki: I don't know why I have thought of her, but she is better at attracting more customers than Celestia Lunenburg, but the question is if she is willing to wear super short ripped jeans to show off her seat. She is upbeat, loud, and speaks to herself in the third person. She is absolutely a beast in twerking, given she is touring around the world. And twerk for millions of people watching her. She leveled her performance. She would twerk for you so hard, surprisingly harder than Akane, you would hold to her for your dear life. So I say Ibuki can and will be a different beast if she twerks for us solo, and with the loud music bursting your ears, she will twerk a lot faster; with how thick and round her posterior is, she will make you daydream, and lights out if you're feeling too good in her twerking skills. Here's what I learned: the louder the music is, the harder and faster she will go. You can ask her for a private dance. But I assure you that your soul will leave your body, and she won't stop even if you are far gone. Now imagine her fucking you harder while her body is all oiled up? I don't know about you, but Ibuki can spice things up

#1: Kaede: her body jacks all trade; she had one of the fastest oily rears in the competition; each of her heavy rumps can block one seat; I'm not kidding when I said she needed two seats for her ass to sit down. Her voluptuous ass is twice bigger than Celestia and Maki combined; it made me so rock hard I needed an onahole asap to get myself back to normal. Twerking that ass alone, clapped her asscheeks against each other, making shockwave after shockwaves; the sounds were so mesmerizing I couldn't wait to take her backstage. It all feels so... surreal. She teased me for the whole contest, and it worked because my biological urge spiked up so hard; I spent most of the time hammering and fucking Kaede's down south so hard we ended up connecting on a grand piano I was devouring with each kiss; I kept howling, playing with her voluptuous body making her ass ripple with each of my bruting thrusts, I felt I was a tearing a planet when I was invading her; I couldn't I craved her this much after the end of the show. I was so pent-up; I'm glad the show was over. Cause we took a ride on the bus, and as soon as we got back into our dorms, we had the longest breeding sessions. I ended up fucking her and cummimg inside of her. Our skins never left each other. We spent most of the day sleeping in her dorm. I got to do everything I wanted with Kaede and some more. It was wild; I couldn't wait to get for to get up for another round ♡~

[brunhielda]

Terry Pratchett Discworld fans-

I introduce to you a madrigal written in 1608 about doing a Morris Dance about the May Pole.

The lyrics are:

Ha haha hahahahahaha

Ha haha ha

This world doth pass

I mean to spend my shoe-sole to dance about the May Pole. I will be blithe and brisk.

Leap and skip, hop and trip, turn about in the rout, until very weary weary joints can scarce dance.

(Repeat- because madrigals do that)

Tee teehee teeheeteeheeteehee

Teehee teehee oh sweet delight.

O Morris were half undone, wert not for Dan of Compton.

Oh well, said jigging Alice.

Pretty Jill, stand you still. Dapper Jack swings you back.

How now, fie fie fiefiefiefie, fie, you all dance.

(Repeat again, because why not)

I mean- I SEE the Pratchett scene- it practically writes itself.

“And why was my name not in the song?”

“Cause you’re the one that almost completely muddled the whole thing up BERT.”

“She didn’t add her name either.”

“Yeah, but that makes sense, doesn’t it? Isn’t classy to write yourself in a song.”

“What in the Rim makes you think that song is supposed to be classy? It’s the stupidest song I’ve ever heard.”

“No one asked you.”

“Who says fie?”

“Jack for one.”

“She DID mention herself, she said “I”- that’s her, ain’t it?”

“Yeah but she didn’t mention herself by NAME. It’s not the same thing at all.”

“She was claiming she ruined her shoes on purpose- which she did not. I remember the cursing-

“No one asked you Bert.”

“She weren’t half right about the joints though.”

“Hey- why does Dan get all the credit? I helped too.”

“No one asked you either Jack”

“Hey- what does jigging mean here?” Asks Alice.

(Everyone looks at eachother nervously. The girl does in fact, jigg, quite a bit, and it is lovely to look at, but not something anyone should be talking about in polite society. The songstress earns a glare but they bail her out anyways on account of Alice’s feelings)

“Energetic.”

“Yeah. Energetic.”