#tis a gamble

[aquinnix]

Traffic Character Analysis - Tango

Tango is very quick to act. He is propelled by his emotions and tends to let them take over. Everything that happens to him is shoved down deep inside and builds and builds until he finally bursts. He is deeply motivated by revenge, if someone wrongs him, he will get back at them tenfold. Tango is not afraid of what others think about him, he is happy to speak his mind and put his cards out on the table, just not all his cards. Tango makes a big impact in small ways that ripple and twist into waves. In reality, he holds all the cards and keeps them close to his chest. He has an interesting relationship with life and death. He uses fate as a bargaining chip without a second thought. To him, life is simply a commodity, same as any other. Tango is willing to sacrifice himself if that means that things go according to plan, fulfilling a perceived destiny. But that’s the thing, for someone so intrinsically connected with something so vital, for someone who tries to be everybody’s friend, for someone who’s alliances are ones of deep trust and reliance, Tango always ends up alone. He always takes his last breath away from the warmth of those he cares about. The fact that he is seemingly able to control life, doesn’t mean death will be so kind. 

[ibis-radish]

He's so silly but my god fix your bangs king

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

The Unforgiven III by Metallica should not hit so hard wtf

[daydreamgoddess14]

Hello my lovely! After playing at what animal would Mia be over the weekend it’s got me thinking about the other Slow Horses OCs. What animal do you think Seren would be? And, if I can be cheeky for a sneak preview, I’m very curious about your new OC from A Thief’s Gamble! xx

Oh hiiii! Have I been thinking about this since I saw your ask the other day? Of course I have! Thank you so much for asking, lovely 🥰

Seren

Ahhh, I miss Seren! I always pictured her as quite earthy - in touch with nature and completely comfortable with herself. I see her as a brown bear - deeply protective of those she loves, looks soft and snuggly, but is far stronger and tougher than you might think. The spiritual symbolism of the brown bear is that it acts as a guardian and guide, offering wisdom, strength, and protection to those who seek it & I think she totally embodied that for River & David.

Read The Ties that Bind

You can totally be cheeky! She might remain nameless, so meet...

The Thief

A self-made woman in a man's world, the Thief is a snake. On the surface, she is very calm and collected with an air of mystery and sensuality. She will revert to a quiet, self-protective mode, because, like most snakes, she's quite shy and insecure. The thief is used to a solitary life spent looking for acceptance, so she uses her poisonous wit and quick tongue to help keep her enemies at bay.

Find out more about The Thief's Gamble - coming soon!

This was so much fun! I might have to do Ella next from The Escape Artist, though that one is a fair bit more obvious!

[yeonban]

I always find it funny when I come across posts about Wammy's House disbanding "now that Near is L" bc logically speaking that wouldn't be the case 😭 after how many of the orphanage's best died to catch ONE criminal (Kira) including L himself, they know better than ever that Near could also drop dead at any point. Even Near himself is aware of this. And then what. Who'll become the next L? Who'll save the world if not for these geniuses? This orphanage's a generational prison I fear

[dolphinrostrums]

i should be allowed to fucking kill people i fcking swear i'm going to start murdering. i am full of hatred and rage

[clown-demon]

((He's my spirit animal cuz he's a gambler like me...

[upsidedownsmore]

legit elden ring dlc has taken away like almost all motivation to draw in the past week or so lmao, but i really gotta get the backgrounds done for hollowframe dante and jade before tennocon gah

[rabbitcruiser]

Gambling was legalized in Nevada on March 19, 1931.

[orchideae]

I'm typing up some responses to these asks, and this sounds crazy, but man, I only just realized how utterly in love I am with Yelan's trailer.

I'll make a post where I'll be dissecting her trailer like I did Kafka's, but it really hit me tonight how even in the first 10 seconds, they really emphasize this 'noir' element that it has. Now for anyone who's unfamiliar, 'noir' is often used in a film noir concept, which is a genre of film that usually involves crime, mystery and a lot of moral ambiguity; and its presentation is also quite specific, often defaulting to B/W or de-saturated visuals in bleak or low lighting, often in weather and hours of the day that only add to the setting and mood respectively. Along with this, because it emerged during the 1940s and 1950s, it goes hand in hand with a lot of smokey, smooth jazz music, as that was the era when that peaked.

All of these things are present in Yelan's trailer. Immediately when you load in, you see Liyue Harbor in the background but it's not during the hours during which it's bright or at its most beautiful, no, it's bleak, grim and it's raining, and immediately we hear a slow piano kicking it. And when we zoom in on her and the man that she's talking to, they're momentarily out of focus and we really see the stark contrast of the warmth of the lights and the street that they're standing in while there's something close to a downpour. And god, the reveal of her face, or more specifically, her eyes, is so incredibly delayed that it immediately adds a sense of mystery, but more so, of intrigue, something so significant to her character. But to return to the weather for a second; Genshin is usually so bright and rain isn't exactly the most common— that the rain in this, and the mood it creates, really stands out to me. Instead of the bright colors that we're always faced with, we instead see very desaturated colors which bring it closer to that B/W feeling that is so inherently and intrinsically tied to the 'noir' genre. And the music, ugh, and it continues, it literally becomes so jazzy, none of this can be a coincidence, but now I'm even more hooked to her character. Ugh. It's literally what I said in my NY'E' post, every time I think I don't get more crumbs, I either am given more or I re-watch things and have all these new revelations. Hoyo, this has got to be a strategic and very intended decision, it's driving me crazy.

Yelan started as a character I wanted to pull for game-play purposes (was told not to, and then I learned she's pretty much a must pull), and then finally got, to finally playing through Perilous Trail and going 'uh oh', to then still wondering sometimes why I love her as much as I do. And then I realize this stuff, and everything makes sense and I love her even more.

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : SAVE IN HIS ARMS : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hwang In-ho x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and slight angst?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: Squid Game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: In the chaos of the third game, you were trampled and left helpless—until In-ho found you. Carrying you to safety, he calmed your panic, proving you weren’t alone.

YOU’D THOUGHT THE FIRST GAME WAS BAD—Red Light, Green Light with its chilling, mechanical doll and the blood-curdling sound of gunshots that had followed anyone who dared to move at the wrong time. The sight of so many bodies dropping like flies was forever burned into your memory. But you had made it through, sticking close to In-ho and a few other players who seemed capable of keeping their cool under pressure.

The second game, Six Legs, had pushed you even closer to the edge. Six people tied together by the ankles, forced to move as one cohesive unit while completing a series of absurd mini-games. The first challenge involved a game of Ddakji, followed by Flying stone, Gong-gi, Spinning top and at last Jegi. Every challenge was absolutely nerve wracking. Every stumble risked pulling the entire group down.

“Stop panicking,” In-ho had said sharply when it was your turn to play Gong-gi. His tone was firm but not unkind, and his steady grip on your arm had kept you from collapsing altogether.

“I’m trying,” you’d whispered, your voice barely audible over the yelling of other groups.

“You’ll be fine,” he had replied, glancing at you with those piercing eyes. “Just focus on me.”

It was his calm presence that had carried you through. Somehow, your group had made it out alive, but not without leaving a part of your sanity behind.

Now, the third game was underway, and the tension was unbearable.

The platform beneath your feet spun relentlessly, the dizzying motion making it hard to stay upright. The eerie song blaring over the speakers didn’t help; its cheerful notes felt like a cruel joke, mocking your desperation.

You clung to the rail for balance, your eyes scanning the crowd for In-ho. He stood a few feet away, his tall, composed frame unshaken by the platform’s motion. Gi-hun, Jung-bea, and Dea-ho were close by, the four of them keeping together in a loose cluster. You tried to move toward them, but the spinning platform made every step feel like a gamble.

Finally, the music stopped.

The platform jolted to a halt, nearly sending you to your knees. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and shuffling feet.

“Two,” the woman’s voice announced over the speakers, detached and emotionless.

For a moment, there was silence as the words registered. Then chaos erupted. Players screamed, shoving and clawing at one another in their desperation to find a partner.

You stumbled forward, trying to push your way through the throng of bodies. “In-ho!” you called out, your voice trembling with panic.

Through the chaos, you caught a glimpse of him, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. He was moving toward you, his path deliberate, but the surging mass of players made it nearly impossible to reach him.

“Time is running out. Please form your groups,” the woman’s voice droned on, unbothered by the chaos.

Someone slammed into you from behind, sending you sprawling to the ground. Your palms scraped against the rough surface of the platform, and a sharp pain shot through your ankle as someone stepped on it in their frantic rush.

You cried out, clutching your leg as tears blurred your vision. The crowd swirled around you, an unrelenting tide of fear and desperation.

Just as despair began to set in, a hand grabbed yours—strong and familiar.

“In-ho,” you gasped, relief flooding through you as he pulled you upright.

His face was etched with determination, his dark eyes scanning you quickly. “Can you stand?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.

“I—I don’t think so,” you stammered, clutching your throbbing ankle. “I can’t run.”

He didn’t hesitate. Without another word, he scooped you into his arms, holding you against his chest as though you weighed nothing. “Hold on,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the chaos. The timer on the wall ticked down mercilessly, but In-ho moved with precision, weaving through the panicked players with ease.

“In-ho, what about the others?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“They’ll manage,” he replied curtly. His focus was entirely on you, his grip on you steady despite the chaos around him. “Right now, I’m getting you to safety.”

The sound of footsteps and shouting grew louder as players scrambled to find rooms, but In-ho didn’t falter. He pushed through the crowd, heading for an empty room just as the timer reached zero.

The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you off from the madness outside. The sound of gunshots echoed through the arena, each one sending a fresh wave of terror through you.

In-ho set you down gently on the floor, his hands lingering on your arms as he crouched in front of you. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, his voice softer now.

You shook your head, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “I almost died,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“But you didn’t,” he said firmly. His hands cupped your face, his touch grounding you. “You’re safe now.”

The weight of his words brought a fresh wave of tears, and you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking as you sobbed.

“I can’t do this,” you choked out. “I can’t—”

“Hey,” In-ho interrupted, his voice calm but commanding. He gently pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Look at me. Breathe.”

“I—I can’t,” you stammered, your chest heaving.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. He took one of your hands and pressed it against his chest. “Feel that? Match your breathing to mine.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. Slowly, your breaths began to sync with his, the tightness in your chest easing bit by bit.

“There you go,” he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tears on your cheek. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You nodded weakly, your tears slowing as his presence calmed you. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

In-ho’s expression softened, and for a moment, the hardness in his eyes gave way to something warmer. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said quietly. “I told you—I won’t let anything happen to you.”

For the first time since the games began, you felt a glimmer of hope. In his arms, amidst the terror of the arena, you felt something you hadn’t dared to feel in days: safe.

(A/N) First Squid game fanfic! While watching season 2 i totally fell in love with In-ho (let’s forget the fact that he’s the frontman) so of course i needed to write a short oneshot of him. Feel free to drop requests in my inbox!

[maltmatcha]

c!Tommy phrasing the end of the dream smp as "when everyone went away" and clarifying that the nukes weren't canon is so interesting to me. Everyone, minus perhaps c!Jack and c!Tubbo just.. Went away. They moved on. The Syndicate made their way to the end with c!Kristin, c!Ranboo left with Michael to the nether, Jack.... Got into gambling, I guess. Everyone, for some reason or another, left the place behind.

And they left Tommy with it.

Of course, Tommy left too, but he's the only one who comes back to l'manberg. Comes back to the greater dsmp in general. It's as though he could never truly sever his ties with it. He says he's almost happy. And I think that's because he can never truly move on from it all. And I don't think its a coincidence that Tubbo is the only other one who's mentioned to still be kicking around the place. Tubbo and Tommy are inexorably tied to L'manberg. They're the only ones alive that have that connection to it.

Tubbo was around for the longest in L'manberg. Longer than its creator. He was there for the war, for the schlatt administration, for new l'manberg, and for its final demise. He couldn't leave it behind once and for all because so much of his life was spent there.

Tommy is part of L'manberg. L'manberg was created in his visage, it was an extension of him. He couldn't leave it behind once and for all because it was so much of his life. The idea of L'manberg persisted throughout all of his life. Even in exile, it was the only thing keeping him going.

They're the only ones who can't move on. Not fully. They're trying. They're almost happy. But they can't leave it all behind. I've seen a lot of people calling this a c!Tommy happy ending, but really, it was Almost Happy.

And I think one day he can be Happy. But we won't see it. We got our closure, but he hasn't. Not yet.

[ahogedetective]

That 'glare' from Kokichi probably would have looked more convincing if he wasn't blushing. Is he... embarrassed? It was funny, since Shuichi was usually the one being flustered. Though it really wasn't his intention to do so, he really was trying to figure out exactly what Kokichi wants him to do, here.

"Oh, come on!!" Shuichi didn't really expect that was going to work, but he didn't think he would hate (?) it that bad! He just lets out a 'bweh' at the punch to his arm, before slumping his shoulders. Pleasing this one was always so difficult, he swears...! "W-Well what else was I supposed to do?! Don't most people like hair ruffles? I mean... at least I think so?" The good is.. not very good at giving affection! "Oh come on, I don't enjoy 'torturing' you that much. ...Just kidding." A snicker. Though he can't deny he is a bit more curious to see more of that very interesting expression Kokichi gave him a second ago..

"Really though, I wasn't trying to do that! I'm trying to give you... whatever you even want! Honestly, do you even know what you exactly want from me, right now? I feel like no matter if I get it 'right' or 'wrong', you're not going to exactly tell me that, are you..."

“…” Getting his already messed up hair messier, making it stick out in odd places, was hardly enjoyable, scrunching up his face into a scowl to hide his reddening cheeks as a stray strand tickles his nose. Ouma glares up at Saihara the best he could in his predicament―although he barely looked threatening given the circumstances―but telepathically sending him to Siberia, like the rest of the populace that inconvenienced him, was better than nothing.

Contrary to popular belief, Ouma does take adequate care ( or at least, cares enough to brush it down when it got too ratty for his tastes, he's not proud to admit that the fluffy nature of his hair was, well, natural ) and he's so not looking forward to taming down his hair with a comb. He already spends enough time in the mornings, to do that. Though, a teensy tiny part of him considers the idea that he could coerce Saihara to do it for him, given that the detective looks to be enjoying whatever this is, but that's… a thought filed away for never.

Fine. Changing tactics then: bursting out the crocodile tears.

Playing up the waterworks, he wails in agony, going back to punching Saihara's arm with a fist, much stronger this time, though it's still half-hearted as before. “That was your first idea? For shame, Saihara-chan! How dare you play dirty―I never thought you'd stoop to using underhanded tatctics like this! Do you enjoy torturing me? Seeing me in misery? I'm hurt!”

[ridingthatd]

𝄞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤

`• sukunaxfem!reader, nanamixfem!reader, gojoxfem!reader, getoxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, bdsm, multiple orgasm, over simulation, brain fucked, kinky, filthy •`

what did you just get yourself into... you should have known being nice to a men will always turn into something a lot more. men don't take being nice so easily. they think deep in their fucked up minds that nice is equal you wanting to fuck them. you wanting to have their fat cocks shoved deep inside your wet cunt, hitting your womb with their leaking tip, making it nice and moist before they fill you- gushing their boiling seeds inside of you.

after all, that's what men always think about. even business men. even uninterested men.

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨. nanami was always about business, he took it very seriously. the gambling sessions. the gambling meeting. were all very serious for him. he never had time to get his cock wet with a pussy- he did enjoy the gentle touchs of woman. he did enjoy their heated skin against his cold one. he did enjoy a tight pussy being ripped- teared up with his fat cock. he did enjoy the taste of a juicy cunt squirting all over his face. he did enjoy being drunk off a pussy. but not all woman. specific woman- woman that he can share with his dear work friends.

woman like you.

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮. geto was a busy men. he never liked to waste time on things that didn't give him anything he desired in return. he was simple instead of going around and looking for a pussy to keep his throbbing cock warm- his hands would keep his company. masturbation was something he did to relief his stress. tight grip on his cock, tugging on his hardness, feeling the veins that surrounded his dick pluse with need. swiping his tattood finger against his wet clit, before he tugs on the peircing that was placed directly on his red tip- prince albert peircing. loving the sting it gives him everytime he harshly pull on it.

and he knew a woman like you, would love having his pierced cock hitting your womb.

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮. gojo was playful. a confident men who had no shame barking about the size of his huge cock. who had no enough shame to hide his hard on the moment he glanced at your perky ass. smirking at the sight, as his cock push against his zipper ready to spread your cheeks and fill your tight little ass. he was an ass men. loving the sight of a plumpy ass shaking, trembling as he ate it from behind. leaving bites, purplish red marks on it. he craved using toys to plug his warm seeds inside of the tiny hole whenever he filled it. having the urge to fill it again. and again. and again. till he leaves a tummy bludge from how much he spurted inside.

and he needed to claim your ass with his seeds.

𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧. sukuna wasn't on business like his friends were. he simply didn't give a fuck about ruining business when he shoots their future partnerships. he found women pathetic. and he wouldn't hesitate to make a hole through their skull if they as much as dare to touch him. touch him thinking they can seduce him. but little did he know that a woman like you would be into that shit. would be into getting her tight cunt fucked with his gun. gushing all over it, as he fucks you roughly with it. tearing your walls apart, while his finger was still on the trigger- it had him almost cumming his pants at the sight of you squirting on his gun, not giving a fuck that a bullet can almost tear up your insides. to lost in pleasure.

he won't deny that he was also indeed lost in pleasure to.

your whole body buzzed. buzzed with unbearable pleasure. here you were tied up, hands behind your back- tied tight with a silk robe, the pain of how tight it was stinged. not in a bad way. but in a good way. tears of pleasure slipped out of your rolled eyes one by one. each drop followed by your body twitch.

your wet cunt was ripped apart with a huge dildo vibrating at full speed inside of you. not stopping even after you reach your 3rd orgasm. spurting your hot fluid, as it trails down the desk you were spread wide on. giving a full view to the four man in front of you. full view of your abused red puffy pussy.

they didn't utter any words. the only sound the was filled in the huge office was your whines, whimper, cries, screams, as you beg them to stop. the only sound that was filled in their huge office was your wet cunt, creating an embarrassing wet gushing sound as you release your fluid. your pussy creating filthy noises that pleasure their ears.

you can see the wet spot that was forming on their pants, their fat cocks pressing against their zippers giving you a view of their leaking cocks. and this seems to cause your 4th orgasm. your body arch as you squirt out your warm fluid, hearing a groan coming from gojo satoru at the sight of you shooting your cum.

"fuck hell, what a sexy little thing" gojo moan out, palming his desperate cock. while eyeing your trembling figure. he's never been this turned on.

"I guess we're going to have a lot of fun today".

: ̗̀➛ for part 2 click 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[clown-demon]

((It's 1am and I'm gonna go to the casino... And I'm gonna go take a gander at the streets at least to get an idea of my upcoming routes.

Honestly it's a treat cuz I'm a wee bit stressed knowing I can lose this job if I don't pick up my speed...

[zolass]

Charming Player Top Mafia Boss Oc x Bottom Male Reader x Right-Hand Man Oc

Another one finished, actually crazy. Also because Charming Player was the first idea from 3 and I wrote it as last- also Reader was supposed to be kinda Playboy type shi- those two are not the first dicks he had in his ass. Might focus on Oc x Oc works besides a Series with Top Male Reader, if y'all have requests you can just slide them in and I'll definitely look over them.

MDNI if you do, not my problem what you consume. Content/warning: Smut, mentions of prostitution, debt fuck :), face fucking and deep throating, unprotected sex, double penetration, if I missed some I'm sry.

3k words

You were in debt– deep debt that you could drown your ancestors in. You borrowed money, from someone your friends– hell even the bartender told you to never lend money from Llyod Vaughn. But that’s what you did, while you gambled it away in the same club, said man owned.

Biting your lip, you watched the frustrated faces of the middle aged men in delight, hiding your smile behind your cards. You were so close to winning all the money on the table, it was definitely enough for you to buy a trip to a tropical island and live your life a bit more carefree. Yet the session was suddenly interrupted, as heavy boots hit the floor, approaching the table you were sitting at.

The four other men at the table, looked somehow even more panicked than before as their eyes landed on the person stopping right behind you, “Y/N come with me,” the graveling voice of none other than, the right-hand man of Lloyd. The voice sent shivers down your spine, one of slight fear but mostly lust. 

As you looked behind you, the stern gaze of dark eyes catched yours. You couldn’t help but pout, you knew your game and chance of winning was now over. With a heavy sigh you placed your cards on the table before getting up and following after the man. “I could’ve won that– do you even know how– fuck it, anyways are you bringing me to your boss?” you stopped your train of thoughts spilling from your lips, when you didn’t get an answer. 

Rolling your eyes, another pout formed on your lips, before quickly getting distracted as your eyes raked over the man’s body. He was definitely really attractive, dark brown hair that was tied back in a man-bun, the five o’ clock shadow on the jaw had your legs wobbled by the lustful thoughts swapping through your mind.

The other man only threw you an annoyed look and a scoff, as he led you up the stairs into a room with the sign ‘Vip Exclusive’ on it. The room was definitely large, there was an entire wall made out of glass that showed the on-goings on the first floor, the light of the club flickered dimly into the room, which was lightened up in warm light. 

Said room was basically empty except for a few guards, a bartender, the man by your side, yourself and well another person that was standing at the wall of tinted glass. Your eyes scanned over the man, he wore a suit that clung nicely to his body, dark hair styled back, you couldn’t see his face but you could see his hand, large with a few obvious veins, fingers wrapped around the glass.

You gulped, as your throat felt suddenly dry, “Look who we have here, Mr L/N, you’re quite some trouble, hm?” The voice was deep and smooth, yet it sent you a shiver down your spine, the voice was cold with a hint of frustration. Lloyd turned around with a raised eyebrow, “How exactly are you going to pay your debt back to me? If you don’t have any income, hm?” he took slow deliberate steps towards you, coming to a stop in front of you, “I mean– you lend a million dollars in the last three years and not one penny made it back to me, after you promised you would pay back,” he placed a finger under your chin, lifting it up to meet his grey eyes. 

Licking your lips, you felt suddenly nervous. You didn’t think it would be this much, you thought if you won in a gamble you can easily pay back– yet it seems you’ve forgotten. Your eyes quickly skimmed across the room, before landing on the glass wall, in the far corner there was the open room in which he was only minutes ago, his jaw clenched lightly as he took a deep breath. You could see the four middle aged men and a new additional person who’d took your place, before your eyes locked back on Lloyd’s, “I was about to win enough money to pay you back–” a scoff and a chuckle came from Lloyd and the man who brought you here.

“We both know– you’ve forgotten a long time ago from whom you got all that money to play your dirty little games– you won’t suddenly pay up,” he dropped your chin and took a step back, his eyes analyzed your body seemingly satisfied with what he saw, “Well with a body like that– there might be another possibly for you to get the money, as you’re not getting any more from me to throw away,” you saw how Lloyd licked his lips, before he retreated to a seat lounge.

Suddenly a push on your back, made you follow the man, with the other close behind you. Lloyd sat down on the plush red seating, while you stood by the table in front of him, “I think it’s time for you to show some of the.. good qualities you could use to pay me back,” the black haired male said, as he spread his legs with an arm draped lazily over the back of the lounge.

Lloyd teasingly tapped his lap, you wanted to ask if there’s another way for you to pay back, you didn’t want to sell your body. But maybe if you would play your charms right, after getting a taste of the man and satisfying him, you could stir the man’s mind to maybe a different deal. You licked your lips, as you took two steps closer before you kneeled down between Lloyd’s legs, who didn’t comment and only watched.

Using your teeth on the zipper from Lloyd’s black dress pants, pulling it slowly down, as your eyes were locked with the grey ones. You worked on the man’s pants until his semi-hard cock springs free. Your hand wrapped around it, while giving the slightly reddish tip a few kitty licks, tasting the precum on your tongue, while you stroked his cock a few times until it was hard and pulsing in your hand.

Your lips wrapped around the tip, suckling on it. You could feel your own dark blue dress pants, that were already tightly clinging to your skin, pressing against your own hardening dick. A soft grunt left Lloyd as you took more of his cock into your mouth, while your tongue licked over the protruding vein that ran up his cock. When you reached the base, you hummed lightly after you had eased your gag reflex, a hand fisted your hair, which made you look up through your lashes with slightly watery eyes, you came face to face with a hungry look. 

Slowly you started to bop your head, until the hand in your hair guided you, rougher. Your eyes rolled slightly back when Lloyd used your throat, until he stood up from his seating position with your mouth still on his cock. You only heard a door open and close, and a grunt before said man started to thrust his cock into your warm wet mouth. You couldn’t help but moan as the man above you used your mouth, while his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck you have such a good mouth– oh f-fuckk–” your cock twitched painfully, at the words, while Lloyd’s thrust picked up the pace, until your face was shoved against his groin, pubic hair itching your skin as the cock in your mouth twitched before ropes of hot cum shot down out of his tip down your throat, followed by a groan from the man. As his load emptied in your mouth you tried to swallow as good as you could, to not choke on his dick and cum. 

When you swallowed the last drop, the hand let go of your hair, you pulled back easing your throat. You sucked on the tip, before letting the cock plop out of your mouth. Lloyd sat back down on the seating, his legs spread as he waved a hand, “Alio would you.. Bring me the lube?” the man Alio, who is the one that brought you here and the only one who stayed, stalked away to probably grab the requested item.

Lloyd leaned forward, a finger placed under your chin, lifting it, “Your mouth definitely would get some money– let’s see the quality from the rest of your body, hm?” the words made your cock pulse painfully in your slacks, you rubbed your thighs together trying to give your aching cock some relief. 

Grey eyes focused on your movement, a raised eyebrow and a mocking smirk formed on Lloyd’s lips, “You’re hard from sucking me off? God– you’re a little slut, aren’t you,” his voice was mocking, yet the grey eyes were flooded by lust. “Get up and strip,” was the order that followed quickly. When you stood, you slowly started to undress, starting with the black silk shirt, which was only half buttoned exposing his collarbone and chest a bit, the shirt was slightly see-through underneath the light, making it obvious what was barely hidden underneath anyways, after that followed the black dress pants that highlighted your legs and ass, this was also when Alio returned. Now you stood only in your black fitted panties with an obvious bulge, and your patent leather shoes.

After a few seconds, you also pulled your underwear off, a satisfied look was on Lloyd’s face, who tapped his lap again. This time you didn’t kneel, you sat down on his lap, a hand was placed on your lower back as you sat face to face with the man. You slowly lifted your hands and started to unbutton Lloyd’s suit and dress shirt, which got you a raised eyebrow with a look of interest, but he never stopped you. 

Your hands wandered over his warm exposed chest, before your hands dropped again. A chuckle left Lloyd, before he reached his arm out in which Alio placed the bottle of lube. “Is that all you would do to please me?” Lloyd asked teasingly, making you bite your lip, before you leaned forward and started to place kisses on his neck and jaw, first they were a bit hesitant before they got slightly more confident and eager. 

The sound of the bottle opening made the heat pool in your groin, and a soft gasp left you as two fingers pushed into your hole, your arms automatically grabbed onto Lloyd. “You know– I might be an asshole, even considered a monster by many.. but I don’t have sex with unprepared partners,” the low voice of Lloyd sounded by your ear, the warm breath hitting the shell. 

Soft moans left your throat, between the kisses you littered on his skin, a few red marks blossomed on his skin from where you sucked. The long, slick fingers worked your hole open until they brushed and prodded against your prostate, making your eyes roll slightly back, while a moan rippled from your throat. “There it is,” Lloyd mumbled, before he pressed against it a few more times, enlightening the soft moans from you that had his cock pulsing. 

Lloyd pulled his fingers out, before lightly tapping your hip, “Lift your ass,” he ordered and you followed. He aligned his tip with your hole, teasing your hole slightly, “Get down on it,” and you did. You felt the bulbous tip pressing against your hole before it breached the rim, a shaky moan left you and a breathy groan against your ear from the black haired male.

The length pushed slowly into your hole, inch by inch until you reached the base. Your hips shook lightly as the tip pressed against that sweet spot, your arms were looped around Lloyd’s neck as you took slow breaths. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, you started to lift your hips before dropping them again. It was slow at the beginning, before you picked up the pace and found a rhythm that not only had you feeling good but also Lloyd, whose hands were grabbing onto your hips.

You were lost in pleasure, as moans spilled from your lips. The soft grunts and groans from Lloyd firing you up to keep going, until a heat coiled in your stomach as you slammed your hips down and the tip kissed your prostate, the feeling intensified. Your legs shook, barely able to continue to ride Lloyd, who noticed and thrusted up into your hole, quickly pushing you over the edge.

A loud moan, as your eyes rolled back. Your hands holding tightly onto Lloyd, as your legs shook and your cum spurted out of your cock, splattering onto Lloyd’s exposed chest, who was focused on your face as sloppy thrust hit your prostate, while your hole clenched tightly around his twitching cock, which added to the erotic face you had, made him shoot his load into your warm velvety hole.

Not once before had any of his partners made a face that looked so erotic, making his cock twitch even more after his own orgasm ebbed. When your eyes met, you looked up at him with slightly teary eyes, “More–” you spoke, which made him raise both eyebrows before a smirk settled on his lips, “You’re quite a needy slut for dick,” he said before his eyes wandered from you to Alio who seemed focused on not sparing the two of you a look, but seeing the bulge in his right-hand man’s pants told him enough.

“Alio come over–  seems like one cock isn’t enough for him,” Lloyd spoke, gaining both of your attention. Alio slowly walked over, looking at his best friend, while his eyes sometimes strayed to your figure. “What are you waiting for? Needy boy wants more,” Lloyd’s voice pulled Alio out of his train of thoughts, before he started to undress. The boss’ focus landed back on you, as he pushed a hair strand behind your ear, “Do you think you’re able to take both of us?”

You looked at Lloyd and swallowed hard, “I can try..” you said, the thought did send excitement down your spine, but if you could take it was the question that you were about to solve, as Lloyd laid on his back with you following close behind. The slick sound of Alio jerking his lubed cock made you clench around the man already inside of you.

Lloyd grabbed your chin and pulled you further down, closer to his lips, “We have to make you relax or else it won’t work well,” were the last words before his lips crashed with yours, pulling you into a heated kiss. Alio watched for a few seconds, before he walked over stopping behind you. 

You only felt how your hole slowly stretched more, as Alio slowly eased his cock inside your hole. It was a bit uncomfortable yet it sent waves of pleasure up your spine, “You’re doing so well,” Lloyd spoke gently against your lips, before trying to stir your focus elsewhere until Alio was sheathed fully inside your hole, alongside Lloyd. 

“So full– fuck-” you whimpered as your legs trembled and soft gasps left your lips from the twitching cocks. Suddenly a hand wrapped around your leaking cock from behind, stroking it making you moan as cum spurted out of your cock. Lloyd kissed your neck, while rubbing your left hip until his eyes fell onto the bulge in your stomach. “Well, would you look at that,” Lloyd’s voice was husky, as his free hand moved to your stomach and pressed against the bulge, enlightening pleasured sounds from the three of you.

Alio on the other hand, was slightly unsure, he was aroused by the idea of fucking you after what he heard and saw, especially now that his cock was in you– but he didn’t know how much you could take. “You can move,” you spoke loud enough for the two to hear, the men both gave each other a look, before Alio pulled his hips back, before thrusting back in. As Alio thrusted in, Lloyd pulled out and so it continued.

It was slow yet pleasing, your body trembled as gasps and breathy moans left you. Both men groaned, at your hole clenching and their cocks rubbing against each other, the pace got quicker which ended with your arms giving out, and your face planted on Lloyd’s chest while your ass was filled up. Alio’s hand was still wrapped around your cock that was hard and weeping again, which brought him to stroke your cock in the same pace as their thrust, making you cum for the third time.

As your hole clenched tightly around their cocks, additional to the stimulation of their cocks rubbing up on another, made both of them come inside of your hole– loading you even more with cum. They pulled two more orgasms out of each other, while both of them penetrated your hole. Your thighs shook, as one cock pulled out, Lloyd’s, while Alio started to freely pound into you from behind, having you spill another orgasm onto Lloyd’s dress pants.

Your mind was reduced to a cock drunk and overstimulated mess, babbling and drooling. After you whined about not being able to cum anymore– Lloyd showed you that one more was possible, while one more turned into another, another and another. By the time your body was wrecked by another orgasm, your cock was shooting blanks and your hole dripping and stuffed with one last orgasm from Lloyd as you passed out on the man’s chest.

Lloyd gently caressed your head, as your sleeping form rested against him, with his cock buried inside of your, keeping most of the cum from dripping out. He grabbed his suit jacket and draped it over your naked form, and an arm wrapped around your figure. With a slightly exhausted sigh, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from the jacket pocket, taking one out before throwing the pack over to Alio, who had his pants closed again. Lloyd grabbed the lighter and lit the bud of the cigarette. 

“Are you keeping him?” the sudden question rang out, yet Lloyd only took a drag on the cigarette, before blowing the smoke out, “Yeah, he’s worth it. Why would I give such a gem away, if I can simply keep it for myself.”