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[angelthespalon]

How to Choose the Right Salon Services Near You?

When it comes to self-care, finding the right beauty salon close to you is essential. Whether you're searching out a brief contact-up, a calming spa session, or a whole makeover, the salon you choose could make all the distinction. This manual will help you navigate through the options and pick out the precise salon services that cater to your specific wishes.

At Angel The Spa & Salon, we provide an extensive range of beauty salon services in Ahmedabad that are designed to make you look and feel nice.

Here's how you could locate the proper match.

Identify Your Needs

Before trying to find salon services near you, ask yourself: What are you looking for? Whether it's skincare, hair care, or nail offerings, knowing your desires will slim down your options.

Skincare Needs: Are you managing acne, dullness, or growing older skin? Check out expert skin offerings that offer solutions tailored to your skin type.

Hair Goals: From fashionable cuts to nourishing remedies, explore hair services to attain your dream appearance.

Nail Perfection: Want polished nails or creative nail art? Nail services can remodel your nails into works of art.

Research Local Beauty Salons

Start by looking up "splendor salon near me" or "splendor salon and spa close to me." Read opinions, visit their websites, and test their portfolios. A reliable salon like Angel The Spa & Salon will showcase patron testimonials and service highlights.

Key Factors to Evaluate:

Reputation: Look for salons with high customer rankings.

Services Offered: Ensure the salon offers the particular services you need.

Staff Expertise: Skilled specialists are important for exceptional effects.

Prioritize Hygiene and Safety

Cleanliness needs to be a top priority when selecting a salon. A respectable splendor care salon will observe strict hygiene standards, particularly for tools and gadgets used at some stage in remedies.

At Angel The Spa & Salon, we maintain the best standards of cleanliness and care, making sure each carrier is safe and snug.

Explore the Range of Services

The excellent salons provide a complete menu of offerings. Whether it's skincare, hair care, or nail offerings, a versatile salon can cater to all of your beauty needs in one region.

Popular Services to Look For:

Skincare Treatments: Facials, D-Tan treatments, and anti-getting older solutions.

Haircare: Stylish cuts, spa treatments, and shade offerings.

Nail Services: Nail extensions, manicures, and pedicures.

Learn more about our big selection of beauty salon offerings tailored for ladies in Ahmedabad.

Check for Personalized Consultations

A professional splendor salon for girls will provide customized consultations to understand your options and concerns. This ensures the remedies are tailor-made to fit your desires.

At Angel The Spa & Salon, we make an effort to assess your necessities and propose fine treatments for the highest quality consequences.

Look for Convenience and Accessibility

Your selected salon has to be effortlessly placed and provide flexible booking alternatives. Search for "parlour services near me" to discover salons that match your agenda and location.

For a problem-free experience, contact us at Angel The Spa & Salon to e-book your appointment!

Evaluate Pricing and Packages

While the rate shouldn't be great, it's essential to pick out a salon that offers low-cost cash. Look for salons that provide packages combining multiple services for added savings.

Why Choose Angel The Spa & Salon?

At Angel The Spa & Salon, we take pride in being one of the top beauty salons in Ahmedabad, offering:

An extensive range of professional offerings under one roof.

Skilled and experienced workforce devoted to excellence.

A relaxing and hygienic surroundings.

Personalized care tailored for your splendor needs.

Summary

Choosing the proper splendor salon and spa can increase your self-care routine and improve your self-assurance. By following these suggestions, you can discover appropriate salon offerings close to you that meet your expectations.

Ready to transform your appearance? Visit Angel The Spa & Salon today and find out the difference expert care could make!

[vaimetanyx]

@themolluscasometimes said she wanted a Skinhe plush and now this skin creature lives in her home because I asked 'how much do you want one?' and everything spiraled from there. The most interesting part of all this has been explaining who and what he is to people not in the know - stay insane svsss fandom

[rabbit-eclipsed]

POV: you think flynn could've gone even shorter on that haircut

[clearallcathy]

i guess it Is possible to get press on nails to last a pretty long time but like why would you

[bbyshoujo]

Finished these Space Channel 5 nails last night 🛸✨🕺🏻

[smithdavid6]

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[starsandsuch]

Libra Through The Houses: Where Do You Appreciate ✨Aesthetics✨ The Most 🍒

🎀 To put it bluntly: where are you superficial af? 😌💅😂

🎀 Libra represents the beautification of something. So where in your life do you prefer things to be beautiful?

🎀 Check the house you have Libra. Can work for sidereal or tropical.

Libra 1H: you want your physical appearance to look good. Always sporting your ideal hair, makeup, clothes, nails etc. You feel most authentic when you look physically beautiful. Since your physical appearance matters a lot to you, you spend a lot of money on ✨beautification✨. No matter what you strive to achieve your “desired appearance”.

Libra 2H: food has to look good for you to eat it. If the food don’t look good you ain’t eating it. This placement reminds me of someone who loves those little perfect looking pastries, cakes, deserts. You like foods that have an aesthetically pleasing look to it like sushi for example 🍣. You like to have a pretty wallet/purse. You may have custom design credit cards that are pink/sparkly/hello kitty. You guys have thee prettiest ID pictures! Your passport picture eats too. You are the person to be full glam and bring a ring light to the DMV to take your ID pic😂. Ok diva📸.

Libra 3H: oop I’m bouta spill your tea rn. You are the person in school with thee most aesthetic pencils, pens, backpacks. Your school supplies had to eat okur💅📚. Lisa Frank notebook girly. Rae Dunn stationary. Gel pens. You also love having pretty friends, in HS you could’ve been part of a clique of pretty girls. In present day you like your tech devices to have aesthetically pleasing phone cases, matching colors of airpod case, MacBook etc. You love cute stationary! You have to have aesthetically appealing social media presence! Even if you have socials where you don’t show ur face directly, whatever you are doing it HAS to look good. Masters of the ✨curated✨ IG feed. Hello Leo risings yes you take the prettiest pictures and have the cutest Instagram feed 🙄😘😂.

Libra 4H: your home has to be aesthetically pleasing. You don’t play about your decor. Even if you don’t have a huge budget, you like to make your space look ✨pretty✨. My libra 4H friends (cancer risings) in college, used to have the cutest dorm rooms. Which a lot of the time it’s hard to make a dorm room look cute LOL. You all have peaceful, clean homes with tasteful aesthetic touches💅. You like having a pretty car too. If your car doesn’t look good you don’t wanna drive it😭.

Libra 5H: you date the most attractive people. Your romantic interests have to be your “type”. What is your type ? PRETTY. They have to look good. You love bad b!tches that’s your f*ckn problem! 😂 . You also have to have your creative projects look aesthetically pleasing as well. You may make beautiful art. Clothes. You have to look pretty during performances etc. It’s likely that your future kids are beautiful.

Libra 6H: first of all I love you guys. Why ? Bc you all do thee BEST beauty services ✨. Alot of y’all are Taurus risings (applies to Taurus sun + moons too!) and every beauty service I’ve gotten from people with this placement have been on point. Facials, lash extensions, waxing, eyebrow micro-blading. You guys OWN the beauty service/procedure industry. You also HAVE to work in an environment that is aesthetically pleasing. A nice salon, wax studio, office etc. Also a lot of you guys have beautiful pets. Your dog, cat, etc are so adorable! You choose your pet based on how cute it is.

Libra 7H: of course your romantic partner has to be good looking. That’s high on your standards list be honest. People will say: “idc about physical appearance only the inside matters😇” and you’re like: “not to ME, y’all be easy though”😂😭. You will likely have a good looking spouse. It also matters that you and your spouse look good TOGETHER. You guys like being the “swaggy” couple. “Fashion Killas”. “Couple goals”etc. First impressions matter to you a lot, you like to look pretty when you first meet people. You also in general love mingling and socializing with beautiful people.

Libra 8H: you all like having a pretty kitty 🐱. It’s possible you do upkeep on it, waxing, bleaching, laser etc. People with this placement are so proud of it too they will brag on it. Ok diva 😂👑 💅. You look pretty even after undergoing challenging or traumatic situations. This is the placement of someone who has the biggest glow up after a breakup! “Post f*ckboy glow” ✨😌. Also how do you look so expensive on a budget?! People assume you wear designer even if it is from fashionnova ?

Libra 9H: the places you travel have to be aesthetically pleasing. You aren’t the type to go on vacay and do it the gritty way, nope. You need pretty accommodations, beautiful views, bringing your good camera to capture everything in an aesthetic way. People with this placement have the best travel photo dumps. You guys make people wanna visit places after you been there! Ok travel influencer.✈️ Also whatever university you attend has to have pleasing campus aesthetics. USC comes to mind✨ they film so many movies there.

Libra 10H: the public thinks you’re so beautiful! I’ll just say it first since we’re all thinking it. You are thee pretty girl, baddie, dollface, all of the above🎀💅. The place that you work has to be aesthetically pleasing. You work somewhere with pretty architecture, near a nice garden, in a pretty part of the city. Your reputation is one where you are perceived as a well put together, well dressed, good looking person.

Libra 11H: oop this one is pretty obvious. You love having pretty friends 🤩. You like being surrounded by baddies. “I love bad b!tches that’s my f*ckn problem!” 😂 . Your life goals and aspirations involve making a beautiful life for yourself, literally. Pretty face, pretty body, pretty home, pretty bank account. Your social media presence has to be aesthetically pleasing. You take the prettiest IG pics probably 😏.

Libra 12H: you are the person to keep all your pretty, valuable items hidden. Collecting pretty clothes, makeup, accessories, jewelry. Do you need it, no?? But it HAS to be in your archive. You have to hoard ✨pretty trickets✨. You also have aesthetically pleasing spiritual tools, the cutest tarot deck, pretty incense holder, gorgeous crystals. When you are participating in spiritual practices you prefer the surroundings to be aesthetically appealing. No you are not meditating on the dirty ground, doing spells in a cave, you’re doing it on the cutest yoga mat money can buy 😌🧘‍♀️. Your altar is aesthetically pleasing. You have to have a pretty bed with pretty bedding 🛏😍.

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[iamhereforfunnzies]

Gyaru!Reader getting her nails done?!

Bruce's reaction would be him constantly asking if you can get any work done with those nails. He would still 100% pay for them but he would ask you a billion times if you are sure. You two settled making it shorter than intended.

"Are you sureeee??? Sweetie I think you should just get a french tip so it can go with all your clothing"

"I revolve my clothing with my nails"

"Okay , make it a bit shorter."

*Chops almost all of it*

*It's okay he paid 100+ cause these are customed and that doesn't include tip*

Alfred sees you pampering yourself and that's just enough to make him happy. He likes how distinct and concise your nails are , makes him remember the dates better.

"Ahh yes young (Reader) went to the mall she had leopard nails with cross charms"

"I think it was around july when young (Reader) had blue fire nails with dragon design."

"No , Alfred I chopped them off cause the design was not giving I changed it to the green scale snake one"

"Apologizes , young (Reader) I quite liked that design."

Damian watches you sleep just to able to touch your nails , it's similar to wanting to see your kitty's claws. He just wants to poke and play with them it's so fun playing with your hands. He secretly wants to learn how to do nails so he can do designs he thinks would look good on you. C'mon he is an amazing painter! How hard can learning to do nails be? It's just a itty bitty tiny canvas.

He cried when he couldn't put the extensions straight. Self-learning is not helping and taking classes is crushing his ego. He stalked your nail appointments. His assassin skills are being used to learn how to do proper nail care.

(Wondering if I should add Dick , Jason , Tim , Cass , Duke , Cass , Steph , Terry &Maps)

[COMPLIMENT MY NAILS]

[jsooly]

For the sully series I don’t know why but for some reason I’ve been picturing the ready with pink hair……. I don’t know maybe when she’s older she either dyes all of her hair pink or gives herself pink highlights and wears colorful makeup? I don’t know I just see her dressing as a Navi and embracing the culture but you can still see her expressing how she still enjoys being human

taken in by the sullys (blurb) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, you grow closer with the human experience.

thank you for your request <3 sorry if it isn't what you intended, but i hope i did it justice! i'm slowly working through my inbox so if you sent a request in, dw, i haven't forgotten them :D

sometime in your early/mid-teens . . .

despite being human, you rarely interacted with human things, if ever.

when you were growing up, you weren't really allowed to the human base by yourself. so your exposure to human routine and customs were foreign to you.

when you started to be more assertive, though, you began to explore human things. for example, when you started watching the site 26 logs, you grew curious about tattoos just cuz jake had them.

when he tried to dissuade with the promise of getting on when you were older, he got an earful from neytiri.

as for things like hair and makeup... you weren't unfamiliar with that either because you were accustomed to na'vi war paint and accessories.

you dipped your fingers into the pigment you made. it was your first one, and you didn't hold back on making the color pop. you gathered all the petals and berries yourself and extracted the dye yourself, too.

you dragged your fingers across your cheeks and forehead, a look inspired by neytiri's designs.

you didn't hear her when she slipped in the marui, jumping in surprise when she spoke up.

"i did not mean to startle you, ma'ite." she chuckled, glancing at your pot. "oh! this is..."

jake popped in behind her, his hand on her back as he passed by her side. "pink." he cocked his head to the side and his lips pursed, pleasantly surprised.

"it was the only color i could make deep enough to show up on my skin." you explained, pink smudges all over your skin from the dye dripping off your fingers.

jake grinned. "hey, you look pretty cool. like a true warrior."

you brightened. "can i fight with you then, dad?"

"no." jake and neytiri said in unison.

you rolled your eyes and dipped a brush in the bowl, brushing the color over your nails.

the na'vi were colorful, and you were no exception.

it was rare to see you without your 'stripes' so to speak. while you don't emulate their patterns with blue paint like spider does, you sometimes play with contour and create the illusion of stripes.

there wasn't a color in the rainbow you haven't experimented with, but eventually you settled for a signature color that suited you the best.

while you could douse your hair in your pigments, it never really stuck. so if you wanted color in your hair, you'd dye strings instead and weave them into your hair.

lo'ak pulled on your hair. "i want one."

you grunted, gritting your teeth as you pried his hand from your hair. "you have your own beads."

"i want it to look like yours."

"like what?"

"like this," he pointed to the string, the pink dye blending into blue and creating a pretty, unintentional gradient. "blue."

"you're already blue."

he rolled his eyes, pushing you in annoyance. "i know that. stupid."

you laughed him off, handing him the strings in your hand. "here, you can have it." he settled in front of you and you took your time lacing the colorful extension into his face-framing braids. "there. happy now?"

he grinned, his eyes darting from his own colorful hair piece to yours, nodding. "yeah."

. . .

thanks for reading! <3

© jsooly ‘25

[natalievoncatte]

This was going to happen; it was inevitable the moment that Lena chose this course and began preparing to enact the plan. The timing was the mystery, the where and when. Thinking back on it later, she should have known better. Supergirl liked dramatic entrances, and she liked having Lena to herself when she talked. Surprisingly for someone who flew around in primary colors and smiled cheerfully for the cameras, she knew how to be discreet.

There was a double thud as the stacked heels of Supergirl’s boots touched down on the balcony behind her. Lena didn’t look up from her work. Not for the first time, she wondered if Supergirl used her super-senses to read other people. Lena’s heart sped up when she heard the landing and her breath caught, but she remained calm and smooth when she spoke.

“You may as well come in. We’re on the ninety-sixth floor. I don’t bother locking it.”

The glass door slid quietly on oiled plastic runners, and a gust of chilly night air rolled over Lena’s shoulders, causing her ponytail to slide from its place and dangle down her back. She’d changed earlier out of her power suit and exchanged her tight high ponytail for a loose, comfortable one. She was planning an an all-nighter.

“You should lock the door. There are dangerous people out there. Among other things.”

“If any of them have it in for me, they’re not going to be slowed down much by the balcony door, Supergirl.”

There was a soft sigh behind her. “We need to talk.”

Lena smirked. “Why is that? Are you worried my new car saving machine will pull all the cats out of the trees and out you out of work? I’m still working out all the kinks.”

“Miss Luthor…”

“Speaking of kinks, maybe you could help me out. I’ve got a terrible crick in my neck and could use a super-neck rub.”

“Miss Luthor,”

“Or if you’re not busy, you could run and grab us some takeout. I’m thinking Thai, how about you?”

“Lena!”

Sighing, she turned around, tearing her attention from her work. Supergirl had her arms folded, displaying those impressive muscles of hers, and was looking at Lena with an expression of stern concern, something soft and a little worried in her eyes.

“What’s the occasion, then? Let me guess, someone wants to assassinate me.”

Supergirl sighed and let her arms fall. “You need to take this seriously. Right now, I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

“And why is that?”

Supergirl edged closer, her cape swirling slightly behind her. She put a hand on Lena’s desk and leaned over her.

“Because you’re been buying up every ounce of Kryptonite you can find.”

Her pulse began to race and she fought the urge to sink back from the piercing blue eyes that stared into hers.

“That’s not possible. Your cousin destroyed it all.”

“Not all of it,” said Supergirl. “The DEO keeps some, and there’s some floating around on the black market, usually mistaken for something else.”

“What makes you think that I didn’t just stumble across some? I inherited an extensive collection of art and sculpture, Supergirl, and I’m always adding to it. Ask Kara Danvers. I’m going to display the bulk of the family collection in a new wing at the city museum.”

“Because the DEO identified and tracked dozens of pieces, including the ones you bought,” Supergirl said, quietly. “It’s a way for us to identify threats and see who’s trafficking in it. You moved them through shell companies and had them smuggled through customs. You’re hiding something.”

Lena pushed to her feet, indignant, leaning into the do confrontation. She stabbed a manicured nail into the center of Supergirl’s chest, right into her big S.

“So now you come storming into my office making accusations?”

Supergirl planted her fists on her hips and stood over Lena, glaring down at her.

“I’m on your side. I’m the only one keeping the DEO from arresting you. I want to believe that there’s a benign reason for this, Lena. But you have to give me one. People think you’re a threat.”

Lena stared back at her, studying her features, her expression.

“It won’t do any good to tell you. Your superiors won’t believe me. They’ve been trying to entrap me ever since I took over the company.”

“They’re not my superiors,” Kara snapped. “I work with them. They have resources and support I need.”

Lena crossed her arms and cocked her head. “They also have Kryptonite. You just admitted that.”

“Lena,” Supergirl snapped.

Quickly, she grabbed a random page from her notes and scribbled, are they listening?

Supergirl looked at it briefly, then at Lena, weighing her options.

Then she nodded.

Lena scrawled on the sheet.

I’m making a cure.

Supergirl started, flinching as she read the note. She blinked almost comically.

Can we talk without anyone listening in? Lena wrote.

Supergirl nodded, taking the paper. She slipped the pen out of Lena’s grasp and scrawled, give me five minutes.

“Fine,” said Lena. “Tell your people they can call a judge. I’m sure they’ll have all the proper papers and warrants and court orders and it will all be nice and legal.”

“I don’t want it to be this way,” said Supergirl. “I want to work together with you. I believe in you, Lena.”

“You have a hell of a way of showing it.”

Supergirl huffed, turned, and headed for the balcony, taking off with such force that Lena stumbled back a few steps.

Lena waited, finally moving towards the door to close it, when a folded paper airplane sailed through the opening and came to rest on her desk. She closed the balcony door and grabbed the paper, quickly unfolding it.

They can track my suit. Meet me at the Big Belly on 49th. Leave your phone. Walk. Don’t worry about your safety, I’ll be watching. I’ll be in civilian clothes.

Lena crumpled the note in her pocket. The place Suoergirl meant was a half an hour walk, and Lena was more than a little nervous about walking it at night. So, she grabbed her .357 from her desk drawer and stuffed it in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie, and took her private elevator to the ground floor.

When she walked up on the Big Belly, it was of course closed, dark inside with the chairs up on the tables. Lena tensed when she saw a figure approaching in the dark, much like she was, in joggers and a hoodie.

She relaxed when she saw Kara Danvers hiding in that hood. When they crossed paths, Lena stopped and began walking beside her.

“Supergirl said she would meet me herself,” said Lena. “I’m kind of surprised she sent you, Kara.”

“Keep your voice down,” Kara said, softly. “Follow me.”

Kara led her on a trek through downtown, making Lena rather nervous. This part of the city emptied out after hours and it was close to three in the morning, and they were walking alone on empty streets, finally turning off down an alley between two seemingly random buildings.

There, Kara stopped, and sighed.

“Can you really do it? Can you cure Kryptonite poisoning?”

“Yes,” Lena said, excited. “I think I can. I’m very close. I needed the samples I procured so that I could perfect the process.”

Kara’s shoulders hitched a little. She faced away from Lena, and took a step towards the brick wall in front of her.

“They have a device that your brother created. It can disperse Kryptonite through the entire atmosphere in a few minutes.”

“I’m familiar with it.”

“It’s how they control me. I don’t know where they keep it, only that they have it. If I step out of line, they’ll poison the atmosphere and kill me.”

“Kill you? Kara what are you talking about? You’re not…”

“I told you I’d meet you in civilian clothes. When I wrote the note in your office.”

Lena stumbled back a step, trying to process what she just heard. Kara was talking as if…

She turned around, facing Lena, and stood to her full height, removing her glasses without sweeping back her hood, and met Lena’s gaze.

“But… you’re…”

“Hush,” Kara said, softly. “I’ll explain everything. Right now we need to move and move fast, before they figure out what I’m up to. How fast can you finish your cure?”

“I need a few days and some things from my lab.”

Kara brought her wrist up and spoke into a hidden radio. “Alex, get ready to move. We’ll need to get to Lena’s lab before the DEO does.”

Lena blinked a few times. What the hell was going on?

“I need to get you someplace safe, then I’ll get you up to speed,” said Kara. “Will you come with me?”

Lena’s heart pounded in her chest. “Where?”

“Safety. I promise, I’ll keep you safe. You’re too dangerous to the DEO, Lena. They’re going to move on you, and I had to beg to give you a chance. Tomorrow someone is going to come make you an offer you can’t refuse, and I’m not going to let that happen.”

Lena nodded.

“Alright then. I’m with you. Let’s go.”

Kara nodded.

“Good. Lena Luthor, welcome to the Justice League.”

I had a weird urge to play with the idea of a world where the DEO are a black ops unit that controls Supergirl with the threat of Kryptonite and Lena helps her take them down and save the world. Of course Kara has to be all dramatic about naming the resistance movement.

[to-the-stars8]

Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

A Bad, Yet Exciting, Feeling

Months Earlier….

You had to get this job, because, between school and your champagne spending habits, your bank account was suffering. A new coffee shop had opened up around the corner from your apartment, so you decided to apply there. It was a bit alarming how quickly they got back to you since most other places you had applied took two weeks. Yet, you chose not to see the red flag as your bank account neared the negatives. Plus, the coffee shop paid well above minimum wage.

When you showed up, you were ushered into the backroom that was stacked with brown boxes filled with cardboard cup sleeves and straws. The boss, a tall, skinny man with glasses, sat you down in a broken computer chair. As you waited for him to get all his papers in order, you picked at your nails nervously. Truly, you didn’t need to be nervous because you were, in the simplest terms possible, way too fucking overqualified for the job. It was just a habit, you told yourself– No need for therapy at all. 

Suddenly, the man said your name and smiled. You politely returned the smile, mentally screaming at him to stop stalling. “Ahem, yes, so I see you have an extensive background in customer service.”

“Yes,” You said, pretending to be enjoying yourself. “I worked…”

“That’s good! We need someone with that kind of experience,” He said. “You mind working the night shift?”

“Um,” You wanted to say no, but you remembered your account balance and the dread of having to wait another two weeks for a no. “No, I don’t mind.”

“Good, good. It’s a month of nights and a month of days. I see you have a school schedule attached, too, but we’ll work around that.”

You were glad that, at the very least, he considered that. You were sure most other places didn’t want to hire a student simply because they couldn’t work them into schedules. The boss, named Roger, hummed as he looked over your resume a bit longer before looking at you dead on. 

“Do you have any family in Arkham?” He asked. 

You Furrowed your brows, trying to figure out the legality of this question, as you answered, “No.”

“Any in Blackgate?” 

“Not that I know of,” You said as you laughed awkwardly. When he didn’t crack a smile, you meekly mumbled, “No.”

“Ever been to jail?”

“Uh, no?”

Suddenly, Roger stood up and you scrambled to follow him. He thrust his hand toward you to shake. Awkwardly, you took his hand. “Then, I’d like to offer you the job. Whaddya say?”

“I would love that, thank you.” You said. 

Oh, God, you thought, why were you getting a bad, yet exciting, feeling from this?

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Table 13 & Cherry Pie

modern!mechanic!benji x stripper!fem!reader

Summary: Working two jobs to support your mom’s medical bills is already hard enough and of course your car breaks down at the worst possible time. A flirty stranger you meet at the diner offers you help with no strings. Everything seems too good to be true and before you know it, it seems as if it all comes crashing down. 

Warnings: 18+ mentions of long term illness, swearing, cigarettes, oral(f receiving), questionable clientele but nothing in detail, p in v, unprotected, a fight but nothing too intense 

Authors Note: request from @chainsawsangel that i thoroughly enjoyed writing and working on 🥰

Word Count: 8k 

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I curse at any higher power that’s out there for allowing my car to break on such a vital day. I shove some cash into the taxi drivers waiting hand and take a deep breath before heading into the hospital. I calm my nerves as I adjust my visitors pass before entering my mother floor. The “inspirational” quotes littered across the wall seem to only aggravate me today as I push through the door. I spot my mother’s doctor and walk up to him. 

“How is she?” I nibble my lip looking at my mother fast asleep in the hospital bed. 

“She did well with the more aggressive treatment we used today. She’s a fighter, don’t worry.” he lays a hand on my shoulder and I slink out of his touch. 

“Did finance come up here looking for me?” I wince looking around the floor. 

“No, we tend to keep those vultures out of this space. Your mother is our first priority. We know you’re doing everything you can.” his eyes linger a bit too long before I slip into my mother’s room. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here on time.” I say softly holding her hand in mine. “You’d be giddy to know that your “hot doctor” called you a fighter and had nothing but praise of you.” I pull my normal chair closer to the side of the bed. 

“My car broke down on the way here and I had to wait forever for a taxi and tow to show up. I’m sorry I let you down again.” I curse the tear that falls down my cheek. “I have to work both jobs tonight, as usual. I’m hoping when I get here tomorrow you’ll still be up.” I kiss her forehead and close her door behind me. I internally groan as I walk to the elevator so I can stop past finance on my way out. The receptionist waves at me as I walk past to the desk I’ve become all too familiar with. 

“Lovely to see you, Y/n. What can I do for you today?” she smiles pushing back from her computer. 

“I only have half of this month’s payment. If I could get an extension. Even just a couple of days. I’m sure I can figure something out.” I pick at my nails as she sighs. 

“Something’s better than nothing.” she grabs the envelope from my hands. “I can only give you an extra ten days.” she looks to me with a patronizing smile. 

“I’ll make it work. I don’t have a choice.” I inhale deeply trying not to let my tears fall. “Thank you.” I nod to her before leaving her office. As I walk outside I let the tears flow as I pull out my phone to waste money on another fucking taxi. I sit on the ground crying until the taxi shows up. I get to the diner with fifteen minutes to spare and push through the front doors seeing that the room is full of customers. 

“Get changed and clock in.” my boss shouts from the grill. 

“Yeah,” I wave him off heading to the back. I pull my black uniform out of my locker and change quickly. I secure the apron around my waist and head to the mirror to deal with my tear stained face. I give up and throw my hair into a bun and walk out into the main area. I type my numbers into the computer and then look around to see which table I should head to first. 

“Thirteens been waiting for a while.” my coworker shouts at me so I grab a glass of water and head over that way. 

“I’m sorry about that wait today, sir. Is there something I could get for you right away?” I smile before I feel my heart skip as he looks to me. 

“A coffee for now.” he smiles up at me. 

“Any cream or sugar?” I fiddle with my pen as I try not to trail my eyes all over him. 

“Yeah cream, thank you.” the way his eyes crinkle has me melting on the spot. 

“And are we waiting for anyone?” I point my pen to the empty booth across from him. 

“Not unless you’d like to join me?” I know my blush is visible now as I turn back to him. 

“Oh I- I would but,” I internally scream at me falling over my words. 

“No worries, baby. Maybe another time.” I nod as he smirks after me as I go back to the kitchen. I pour his coffee and grab a jar of creamer before I walk out to him. 

“Coffee and cream.” I set the cups in front of him as he thanks me. “Can I get you something to eat?” I pull out my pad and pen. 

“What’s your favorite thing here?” he hums looking up to me. 

“Probably our cherry pie. It’s perfectly sweet and tart. Unless you meant like actual food.” I nibble my lip scolding myself because of course this man came here for food and not just pie.

“I’ll try your cherry pie.” he chuckles and I don’t miss the way his tongue darts against his lower lip.

“Anything else I can get you?” I offer him whatever smile I can muster. 

“That’s it for now.” he nods his head at me as I hustle back to the kitchen. 

“Well are you going to pick up more tables or stick with Mr. Handsome over there?” my coworkers tease me. 

I pick up my pad and start scurrying around the diner. Once I get into my flow I easily can juggle my tables. Once most of them are gone I glance back at table thirteen and wonder how he can possibly still be eating that pie. I see he’s only taken a couple bites and now I worry that he’s hated it. 

“If you didn’t like it I can get you something else?” my hands rest on his table. 

“You said it was your favorite so I figured I would save you some.” I scrunch my brows at his words. “Open up for me.” his voice is low as he brings the fork to my mouth. I shrug and wrap my lips around the fork and moan as I taste the sweet tartness. 

“I’ll go get you your check.” I hum licking the cherry from the corner of my mouth. 

“He’s your last table so finish up and I can get you out of here early.” my boss nods to me. I sigh knowing I need more money but I’m thankful that I can get to the club a little earlier. 

“Here’s your check I can come back when you’re ready.” I nod my head at him. 

“No, the rest is for you.” he hands me a fifty for his ten dollar bill. 

“Are you sure?” I blink at him in disbelief.

“Yeah you’ve earned it.” he slides out of the booth and towers above me. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow to try some more of your pie.” he leaves me blushing at the booth as he exits the front door. 

I go back to my locker and change back into my regular clothes before heading out the back. I cut down a couple alleys and side streets and sigh in relief when I start to see the familiar neon sign. I twist my key in the back door and make my way down the steps. The other girls wave at me and smile as I walk past. I make my way to my vanity and plop in my chair and sigh. 

I start to pull my bun out and tease my hair up a bit. I pull out a can of hairspray and get to work on making my appearance more desirable. I go back to my locker and pick out my most flattering outfit since I need to make the rest of my mother’s payment in ten days. As I look in the mirror the club manager walks to me and runs his hands up my arms. 

“When are you going to do private dances? You can make more money that way.” his voice sing song as I roll my eyes. 

“I don’t like when these men touch me.” I look him over before stepping out of his reach. 

“No but you like their money. What about a lap dance?” he keeps pushing the subject. 

“I’ll let you know if I change my mind.” I toss over my shoulder before walking backstage to hand the DJ my song choice. 

The rest of the night is filled with my boss begging me to give a man in the front row a lap dance and me respectfully declining every single time. I toss my outfit into my bag to take home and wash and I’m thankful one of the girls is willing to drop me off at home. 

As I walk up to my sidewalk I sigh at the shell of my childhood home. I slam the door shut behind me before trudging up the stairs to burn my skin in a hot shower before I collapse onto my bed and allow sleep to take over 

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Next day

I was able to see my mother for a couple hours today and drop off the money I made yesterday in finance. I wait on the sidewalk for my taxi to get here and smoke a cigarette wishing my life was different. As I see the car pull up I stand tossing the remains. We pull up to the diner and I furrow my brows as I see table number thirteen waiting outside the doors. 

“There’s my cherry pie.” a smile spreads across his face as mine heats. 

“You know they’re open even when I’m not here?” I finally return his smile stopping in front of him. 

“But I’d prefer it if you were here.” he opens the door for me. 

“I’m flattered,” my face must be red at this point. “Go take a seat table thirteen and I’ll be there when I clock in.” 

My boss and coworkers look at me with raised brows as they see him go sit in the same booth from last night. I try not to catch their gaze as I make my way to my locker. I clock him in and head straight for table thirteen. 

“What can I get for you today, sir?” I pull out my pad and pen. 

“Back to sir and not table thirteen?” he offers me a lopsided smile. “I thought we grew on each other, cherry pie.” 

“I just never got your name last night.” I hum looking over my pad at him. 

“You didn’t ask.” he raises an eyebrow with a taunting smile. 

“Table thirteen it is.” I roll my eyes and he laughs. 

“I’ll have the same as yesterday.” he hands me his menu and I leave him trying to collect my thoughts. I’ve never been one for flirty customers but there’s just something different about him. 

“I see your boyfriend is back.” my coworker giggles as I huff pouring his coffee. 

“I can only dream. There’s no way that man is single.” I shake my head bringing his coffee and cream to him. 

“What kind of pie would you like today?” I set his coffee in front of him. 

“What’s your next favorite after the cherry?” I nibble my lip thinking. 

“I think our banana cream pie is a close second.” I nod my head with my choice. 

“Then that’s what I’ll have.” he nods his head with a smile as I head off to the kitchen.

I plate his slice and run it back to him before I start tending to my other tables. Table thirteen only asks for refills on his coffee and I can feel his eyes on me throughout the shift. As I’m nearing the end of my shift I make my way back to him. 

“I was wondering when you would come back for your taste.” my breath catches at his words and he slices a piece of the pie. “I can feed it to you again.” I throw my cares away and dip down savoring the sweetness. 

“Did you enjoy it?” I lick the cream off my lips as he looks to me with dark eyes. 

“What are you doing after your shift?” his voice stirs something deep within me. 

“Going to my other job.” I sigh knowing I have no time to entertain the idea of this man at my house. 

“You’re a busy woman, cherry pie.” he tsks shaking his head. “Shouldn’t your man take care of you?” he tilts his head waiting on my answer. 

“I don’t have time for one. Two jobs, an aspiring artist, and a dying mother doesn’t really pull them in you know?” I feel like weight on my shoulders like bricks forcing me down. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I shake my head trying to figure out what I was thinking pouring my trauma on this man. 

“What’s something I can help you with?” he grabs my wrist to stop me from walking away. 

“Why do you want to help?” I look at him skeptically. 

“Because I can tell you truly need it.” his voice soft. 

“You good with cars?” a smile splits across his face at my words. 

“I’m the best mechanic around.” his voice full of confidence. “What time are you done at your other job?” 

“Around two I know it’s kind of late-“ 

“That’s fine. Do you need me to pick you up?” he pulls out money for his tab. 

“No my coworker can bring me home. Are you sure? It’s really late and inconvenient and I don’t have any money to offer.” I shake my head. 

“I offered to help where I can. Fixing your car is easy for me.” he slips another fifty into my hand along with his phone. “Put your number in.” 

“I put it under Cherry Pie.” I hand him his phone back. “I’ll be back with your change.” 

“No need.” he waves his hand. “Text me your address and when to come over.” he types something out on his phone and I feel mine vibrate. 

“Thank you,” I furrow my brows and walk back to clock out. 

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Table 13: Don’t forget to send me your address. 

Cherry Pie: Home Location

Cherry Pie: I’ll be home around two. If you seriously want to fix my car. 

Cherry Pie: I’d appreciate it, but it’s a lot of me to ask of you.

Table 13: I’ll be there. You didn’t ask, I offered. Have a good shift 🍒

Cherry Pie: omw now if you’re still coming 

Table 13: I’m here waiting for you 😌

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“How long have you known this guy?” my coworker looks at me as if I’m crazy and I’m starting to think I am. 

“Two days.” I wince. 

“What’s his name?” she sighs shaking her head. 

“I don’t know,” I nibble my lip. “We use nicknames.” I look out the window to avoid her stare. 

“If I wake up and hear about you on the news I’ll find you and kill you myself.” she says parking at my driveway. 

“He’s nice,” I shrug getting out of the car. “And hot so fuck it.” I smile before walking up my drive taking in table thirteens car. 

“How was work?” he rises from my porch swing. 

“Long and exhausting.” I say throwing my bag over my shoulder. 

“What’s your other job?” he asks following me to my front door. 

“Not a lot of people seem to look kindly upon it.” I slide my key in the lock and push the doors open. 

“I don’t judge.” he shuts the door softly behind us. 

“Do you want something to drink?” I turn the lights on in the kitchen and look him over. I take in his tired eyes and start to feel bad. “It’s so late and you’re tired.” I shake my head. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” he nods reassuringly. “I’ll have a water.” he offers me a smile. I grab two waters out of the fridge and begin to lead him to the garage. 

“Here he is.” I flick on the lights. “All broken and sad.” I step in and begin to move my canvases and art supplies out of the way. 

“Do you have the keys?” he turns to me. 

“Yeah one sec,” I run back into the house and grab my keys and hand them off to him. “Do you need anything like help?” I lean on the door frame watching him. 

“Do you know much about cars?” he looks at me with a teasing smile. 

“No but I could hold the flashlight or something.” I look around not even sure if I have an actual flashlight. 

“No, you can just sit there and tell me about your day, baby.” he smiles popping my hood as I take a seat on the stairs.

“I went to see my mom today. She was awake. I gave most of the money I made yesterday to her hospital bills. As long as she gets better though and she is.” I nod looking at the ground as I hear him try to start my car. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he says leaning his head out of the car. 

“Not particularly.” I shake my head looking up to him hoping he can’t tell my eyes are red. 

“That’s okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” he tries to start the car again before he starts working under the hood. “What about the rest of the day?” 

“I went to work at the diner, had some phenomenal banana cream pie, and got some dudes number and I don’t even know his name.” I chuckle thinking about how ridiculous this is. 

“I like table thirteen.” he laughs from my car. 

“I do too.” I hum. “Then I went to my other job where my boss just hounds me to do things I don’t want to do. I’m never forced to do anything but it’s just the constant pressure that is a lot.” I sigh resting my head against the wall. 

“You never told me what your other job is.” he tilts his head to the side. 

“I dance.” I watch as his eyebrows scrunch. 

“What do you mean dance?” I watch him try to twist something before walking back to the drivers side. 

“You know what I mean.” my voice hushed as he turns to me after the car won’t start. 

“You’re telling me that my shy cherry pie is an exotic dancer?” he chuckles shaking his head. 

“It plays the bills especially when they’re medical bills.” I pick at my nails. 

“What does your boss keep asking you to do?” he turns to me.

“I only dance. He wants me to do lap dances and private dances. I don’t want that. Dancing is an art to me and so what if I take off some clothes and get men to give me money for it?” I hate the stigma around dancing in general there’s nothing wrong with it. 

“Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. If your boss makes you uncomfortable he can become very comfortable with my fists.” my eyes snap to his before I stand. 

“No,” I shake my head. “He wouldn’t make me do anything.” I walk up to him with pleading eyes because I can’t lose this job. I’d quit the diner before I quit the club.

“Just tell me if you change your mind.” he nods his head. “I won’t do anything unless you tell me. Go sit back down.” he nods over to the stairs. I sigh sitting back down and watching table thirteens muscles flex as he uses different tools. I have no idea what he’s doing but he looks phenomenal. 

“I think you might be drooling, cherry.” he chuckles watching me stare at his hands. 

“Sorry.” I lick my lips absentmindedly. 

“Come sit closer if you want a better look.” he teases. 

“Have you figured out what’s wrong with it?” I sigh rolling my eyes.

“I think so. I’ll have to come back tomorrow with some more parts and tools.” I scrunch my eyebrows. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of your time and work.” I look up to him. 

“I offered,” he goes to touch my cheek but looks at his dirty hand. “I will be here same time tomorrow unless you would like me to pick you up from work?” 

“I feel like that’s too much to ask.” I fiddle my fingers. 

“It’s not.” he starts to clean up some of his tools. 

“Let me know if there’s anything you need or want.” I call after him as he starts to walk to his car. 

“Shut the garage while I’m still here so I know you’re safe.” he leans on his car and waits as I press the button while we stare at each other until it reaches the ground. 

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Table 13: I won’t be at the diner today but I can pick you up after work. 

Cherry Pie: Are you sure? I can have my coworker take me home so you don’t have to do extra driving. 

Table 13: Just send the address and I’ll be there. 

Cherry Pie: and you’ll wait in the car and not harass my boss?

Table 13: Yes I’ll wait in the car 🙄 

Cherry Pie: Club Address

Cherry Pie: Thank you, again. 

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As my last song ends I walk off the stage and breathe out thankful to let my body relax. I start to take the pins out of my hair and sit down to take my heels off. I change my clothes and check my phone. I smile at table thirteens texts that he’s here. 

“Don’t tell me you’re smiling at something that man sent you.” she snatches the phone out of my hand. “Table 13: I’m outside waiting in my car, just like you requested cherry pie.” she bursts out into giggles as I snatch my phone back. 

“Let me have some fun.” this spurs her laughter on even more. 

I sigh grabbing my bag and stopping at the refrigerator. I grab out the plastic bag handling it carefully before rolling my eyes at my friend and walking up the back stairs. I find his car and he gets out taking my bags from me. I snatch bag the plastic bag with a smile as he puts my other bag in his backseat. 

“This is a surprise for you.” smile as he opens up the door for me. 

“What is it?” he smiles as he gets in on the other side. 

“You can wait until we get home.” I hum and he chuckles pulling us out of the parking lot. 

“How was work?” he turns down the music and glances at me. 

“I made some good money. I should be able to pay off this month’s bill at the hospital. Though of course my boss always tells me I can make more.” I sigh resting my head on the window. 

“Why don’t you?” his voice soft and curious. 

“I’m not that good at faking attraction and desire. I can’t turn away all the men I find unattractive, I mean that’s what I do already.” I chuckle. “There’s never been a man who’s swayed me enough to say “yeah tonight’s the night I make this man come in his pants.” you know?” I turn my head toward him. 

“I know what you mean. I think about that everyday at the shop.” he laughs shaking his head as we pull into my driveway. “So what’s my surprise?” he looks to the plastic bag. 

“Not until we’re in the kitchen.” I hum getting out of the car. He grabs my bag and follows me into the house. I tell him to sit in a stool at the island as I prepare a piece of pie for him. “You missed my third favorite today.” I place the pie in front of him. 

“I’m terribly sorry, baby.” he looks to me with amused eyes. “What’s today’s flavor?” he tongue darts across his lower lip. 

“Peach.” I hum and he pats the stool next to him. I walk over and take a seat while handing him the fork. He takes a bite and hums going in for another. He takes another piece and brings it to my lips. He slowly pulls the fork out of my mouth as I hum closing my eyes at the flavor. 

“This was a lovely surprise.” he takes another bite and switches off from feeding me and himself. “Let’s go try to fix your car.” he nods once the pie is gone. I follow him closer to the car this time and sit on the ground as he’s under the hood. 

“This is a better view.” my words low as I admire him. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” I chuckles looking at me from the corner of his eye. “So how was the diner today?”

“It was so boring without you there. No one was there to feed me pie.” I pout as I watch him pull out a piece of my car. 

“I just fed you pie in the kitchen.” he rises wiping his brow. 

“Yeah, but not at work.” I bat my eyelashes at him. 

“My poor baby.” he chuckles walking over to me. “I need you to try and start the car while I look under the hood.” he offers me his hand and he pulls me up and I quickly get into the drivers side.

“Now?” I ask not wanting to ruin anything. 

“Yeah,” he gives me a thumbs up. My car makes a terrible noise and I stop instantly. “Well fuck.” he sighs walking back over to me. 

“What’s wrong?” I look up to him. 

“I need another part.” he sighs resting his head on the door frame looking down at me. 

“Is this just an excuse to keep seeing me?” I reach up touching his cheek. 

“Do I need an excuse?” he tilts his head down an inch. 

“No,” my voice barely above a whisper as I tilt my head up. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” he purrs dipping down ever so slightly as I lean up. 

“Kiss me.” I look to his lips before they fall into mine. It’s a quick kiss that leaves me frustrated and wanting more. “Kiss me again.” I huff. 

“Maybe tomorrow.” he chuckles kissing my forehead. I get out of my car practically throwing a tantrum. “Shut the garage baby.” he smirks leaning against his car until he disappears as the door shuts. I stomp up the stairs and collapse into bed. 

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I step out the back door of the club and shiver at the breeze. If he wants to tease me over a kiss I’ll tease him right back. My heels click against the ground as I make my way to his car. He’s out of the car and offering to take my bag from me. I slip into the car trying to pull the oversized shirt down and give up. 

“Where are your clothes?” he rasps turning to me. 

“I forgot them. I borrowed a shirt and I have stuff on underneath.” he watches me try to stretch the fabric down. 

“Do you?” he raises an eyebrow. 

“I’ll change when we get home.” his eyes travel to my legs again before shifting us into drive. The tension in the car is palpable and this is either going to go exactly my way or I’m just going to look desperate. We get to my house and he follows me inside like normal. 

“Do you want something to drink?” I turn reaching up to grab a glass and I feel the shirt slip up. 

“Baby.” he growls from the island. 

“Sorry.” I turn to him with a glass. “What can I get you?” I look up at him through my lashes. 

“Come here.” his voice low and I slowly come to his side. 

“I forgot pie today.” I whisper. “Can I offer you anything else?” 

He pulls me into a kiss and lifts me up onto the island. I gasp as the marble chills my skin as his hands grip my thighs. I whine into his mouth as he digs his fingers in. His hands start to travel up as I squirm and he pulls back. 

“I’d like to have a taste of you tonight then.” his fingers slowly spreading my thighs. 

“Yeah, please.” I whine nodding my head. He smirks before dipping down and trailing wet kisses across my thighs. He places a kiss over my covered slit and I shutter trailing my fingers through his hair. He pulls my panties to the side and groans as he looks up to me. 

“This is okay?” he asks again and I nod pushing his head down as he chuckles. 

“Yes, fuck yes,” I cry out as his tongue licks around my bud. He starts a quick rhythm that has my breaths coming out in pants. My hips grind against his face while his fingers hold onto my hips. His tongue slips down to my core and circles the entrance before bringing more wetness up to swirl around my bud. My legs tremble at his speed as my pleasure starts to coil. I come undone as he licks me through it as I moan above him. 

“That’s my new favorite. I’d have that every day.” he rises up licking his lips. He pulls me off of the counter as my chest is still heaving. “Go put clothes on and meet me in the garage.” he kisses my forehead and walks to the garage. 

I get up the stairs on wobbly legs as I throw my bag onto my floor. I take off my clothes and slide into shorts and a shirt and make my way back down to table thirteen. I should ask him his name but then I know I’ll get attached. I walk into the garage and sit down on the floor near him. 

“Tell me about your day.” I hum watching him. 

“I had a lot of clients in the shop today and none of them were simple fixes which got a little frustrating when my team couldn’t help either. It was a long day.” he signs resting his hands on the car frame before turning to me. “This makes up for it though.” he smiles. 

“If you had a long day you can come back and finish it tomorrow.” I furrow my brow rising. “Or whenever you have time. I don’t want to be demanding. I know the time is so inconvenient but it’s the only time I have and-“ 

“You can’t be demanding if I offered and I don’t mind the time, I promise.” he rests his hands on my arms. 

“Thank you.” I look to him with soft eyes. “I really do appreciate everything.” 

“Tomorrow I promise I’ll have it done. Text me when you need me to come get you.” he smiles packing up his tools. “Have a goodnight.” he leans against his car and watches the door shut. 

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As I step on stage I scan the room as normal and my breath stops when I see my moms doctor. I almost turn and run off stage but I genuinely need this money. As I make my way to the center I can feel his eyes on me as he sits back. I try to keep the sultry smile on my face that only falters when I’m facing back stage. When the song ends I wave and exit quickly. 

“The man in the front who looks expensive wants to talk to you.” my boss says coming through the door. 

“I’m not doing a dance for him. No.” I shake my head looking into the mirror. 

“He just said he knew you. You don’t want to look bad in front of rich clientele do you?” he raises his eyebrow waiting for me to walk to the door. I groan getting to my feet. I better not regret this. As I step out the door to the main floor I put on my smile. 

“Well, go over there.” he nods encouragingly and I turn to him and glare. I walk over to my mother’s doctor with my nerves pouring out of me.

“Some of my nurses told me you worked here and I didn’t believe them.” he smiles up to me from his chair. 

“I have to pay my mom’s bills somehow.” I look down to him with a raised brow. 

“If you give me a dance I’ll pay next month’s bill.” his eyes darken. 

“I don’t think that’s appropriate and I don’t do dances.” I start to pull back. 

“Two months.” he grabs my wrist. I look around the club and my boss is nodding encouragingly and I feel helpless. He pulls me down onto his lap and I gasp. “Three months then.” I try to hide the horror of my reality. 

That’s a lot of money he’s offering. It would allow me to save up and get more ahead on my payments but at what cost? Walking into the hospital and knowing this man was all over me and paid thousands of dollars for me to sit on his lap. My boss starts to walk over with a drink and I shake my head hoping he leaves this situation to me. 

“A drink for you.” my bosses voice is celebratory. “You’re the first to get her in your lap.” 

“Is that so.” he smirks looking me over. 

“She’s very particular about her clientele.” my boss chuckles handing the man a drink. “On the house for doing the impossible.” he winks at us and walks away. 

“Three months pay for you to give me something to think about with my wife?” I blink trying to hold back my disgust. I relent because that money could change everything for me right now. I bring my leg to the other side of his thigh and his smile is predatory. 

“Three months pay and we’re staying right here.” my voice firm as I rest my hands on his shoulders as he nods his head. 

I try to block out the next ten minutes and the way his hands feel on my body. My outfit stayed exactly where it needed to but it didn’t make me feel any better about the gaggle of men staring at me. Once I’m backstage again I go to my locker and pull out my phone as I start to pull on clothes. 

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Cherry Pie: Can you pick me up?

Table 13: Of course baby. Where and when?

Cherry Pie: The club and now

Table 13: Omw is everything okay?

Cherry Pie: Yeah I’ll see you soon

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I sit on the side of the building smoking a cigarette holding my knees against my chest. I blow the smoke up into the sky and curse the stars for my shitty life. I groan as I hear the door open and turn and see that it’s the doctor. 

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” he smirks looking down at me. 

“My ride is almost here.” I murmur taking a long drag. 

“Those will kill you.” he tsks. 

“Sooner rather than later I can only hope.” I sigh hoping table thirteen gets here soon. 

“We can go to finance tomorrow and we’ll get it all paid.” his voice soft and it confuses me. 

“You don’t want to do it anonymously?” I furrow my brows. 

“No moneys money, they won’t talk.” he shrugs before slipping back into the club. I rise to my feet as I see table thirteens car pull around the corner. 

“What’s wrong?” he searches my face as I get into the car. 

“I just- We can talk about it at home.” I shake my head as he pulls us away. The ride is silent and different and I know he can tell something is wrong but I just feel like a baby. 

“Tell me.” he holds the door open for me as I get out. He takes my bag from me and follows me into the house. 

“I was baited- no, I don’t know, I guess it was my fault,” I shake my head. 

“You can tell me.” he goes to cup my cheek and I shrink. It’s not that I don’t want him to touch me I just feel dirty and like I need to boil my skin off. “What did your boss make you do?” his nostrils flare and I feel his temper rise. 

“My mom’s doctor was there and he kept asking my boss to talk to me so I went out to the floor and that’s my fault I guess.” I huff at the way my voice breaks. “I don’t know, I ended up on his lap and his hands were all over me and I just- I need to shower.” I pull him up the stairs with me. 

“I can work on your car while you shower.” he voice low as he follows me into my room. 

“You said you would beat up my boss for even asking me to do that and now that it’s done I’m scared, thirteen.” I turn to him. 

“Benji.” my eyes find his quickly. 

“Benji.” I look up to him seeing him in a new light. 

“Y/n.” the smile that spreads across his face is contagious. 

“Go take a shower, Y/n. I’ll wait right here for you.” he lays back on my bed as I lock myself into my bathroom. 

The hot water and steam melt away everything that came with today. Three months of my mom’s medical bills were paid and I want to feel relief but I don’t know how I’ll face her doctor. Benji. My mind drifts to him and I smile as I scrub myself. His tongue was perfect last night and I can’t help my mind drifting to what else he can do. I wrap myself in a towel and push the door open as steam pours out. 

“How was your shower?” he props himself up on my bed. 

“It was good.” I hum walking over to the bed. “I thought about you.” he chuckles. 

“And what did you think about?” his tongue darts across his lower lip. 

“I need a distraction from today.” my words soft as I drop my towel. 

“Are you sure?” he searches my eyes before even looking over my body. 

“Please Benji.” I nod my head and he has me under him on my bed in seconds. 

I sigh as he attaches his lips to mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth and caresses against mine. I whine into his mouth as he grinds against me and the feel of his pants has me squirming. He chuckles kissing down my neck and licking across my chest slowly making his way down. 

“I need a taste of my cherry pie.” a moan falls from my lips as his tongue licks up my center. 

His rough hands hold my hips down as he swirls around my wetness. My body trembles as his tongue focuses on my bud. One of my hands tangles in his hair while the other one teases and caresses across my chest. My hips jerk against his face as he dips down and pushes his tongue into me. 

“Fuck Benji,” he groans against me and the vibration pulls a string of moans from me. “Right there, yes,” I roll my hips against his nose and release against his face with his name on my tongue. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” he groans as he stands to start pulling off his shirt. 

“So are you, why do you think I keep you around?” my voice still breathy. 

“And here I was thinking you liked me, baby.” he chuckles sliding his pants down and I groan looking at his length. 

“When did I say I liked you?” I smirk as he crawls over me. He lines himself up with my core and pushes in slowly. My toes curl with every inch as small gasps leave my mouth. 

“How’s it feel?” he rocks his hips into me. 

“Like I need you to move.” I whine as I push my hips against his. He chuckles and starts to slowly move his hips as I squirm beneath him. He snaps back into me as he captures my lips before beginning to rut into me. I moan into his mouth as my pleasure begins to coil. He kisses down my jaw to bite across my neck as his name falls from my mouth. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” he coos never losing his rhythm. The coil that was building snaps at his words and he curses into my neck as I pulse around him. 

“Benji,” I whine breathlessly as he continues to push into me. Broken whimpers leave my mouth as I feel pleasure starting to build again. My nails dig into his shoulders when his fingers find my sensitive bud. 

“You gunna come for me again?” he purrs as my eyes start to roll back. I nod my head as I pant beneath him. His thrusts become erratic and a string of curses leave his mouth as my walls contract around him. He pushes into roughly before I feel his warmth spread throughout. He rests his forehead on mine as we try to catch our breath. I sigh as he pulls out and collapses next to me pulling me closer. 

“Just stay.” I mumble as I feel my eyes droop. 

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“Fuck what time is it?” I jump up from the bed untangling from Benji who groans wiping his eyes. I check my phone seeing that I have about twenty minutes until I need to go visit my mother and get her bills paid. Which I don’t even want to think about at this particular moment. “Fucking taxis,” I mutter pulling up the phone number. 

“I’ll give you a ride to the hospital.” I turn to see Benji sliding on his pants. “Get dressed and we’ll head out. Don’t worry, I’ll wait in the car.” he chuckles kissing my forehead before slipping into the bathroom. 

I pull clothes on and we’re out the front door in five minutes. I’m walking through the main hospital doors shortly after. My mom is awake and happy and I do everything I can to avoid the doctor’s gaze. He stands a little too close to me but I try not to make a big deal. 

“Well, I’m going to head out..” I hug my mom and kiss her cheek. The doctor follows me out of her room and a shiver goes through my body. 

“Let’s go to finance, I have a break.” he says lowly before walking to the nurses station. I wait for him at the elevator and as we share the small space I beg for the elevator to move any faster. I watch as the secretary types into her computer and hands me a receipt paying for the next three months. I nod at the doctor and flee the hospital. I make it to Benjis and he offers me a smile. 

“How was she today?” he turns to me. 

“She was okay.” I nod my head fidgeting my fingers. 

“Do you want me to drive you to the diner?” he grabs my hands to settle my nerves. 

“I don’t- I’m calling in.” I shake my head not in the mood for the diner today. 

“Home?” he asks. “I can finish your car.” he smiles. 

“Yeah that’s good.” I nod my head and we make our way back to my house. 

I trudge into the front door with him close behind me. I grab us a drink before we make our way back to the garage. I sit on the ground lost in thought about the past 24 hours. I can’t even appreciate this man in front of me and my brows furrow. 

“What’s wrong?” he looks at me from under my hood. 

“I should start getting ready for the club soon.” I sigh looking up to him. 

“Go get ready and I’ll finish up down here.” he nods to the stairs and I slip into the house. I take another boiling shower and start to detangle my hair. I grab a crowd favorite outfit and slip it on before putting sweats on over it. Benji knocks on my bedroom door and leans against the frame with a smile.

“It’s all fixed, baby.” he jingles my keys. 

“Really?” my face lights up and I grab my keys from him and bound down the stairs. I jump into my car and it starts right away. “You’re a lifesaver.” I beam up at him. 

“Of course. Anything you need.” he hums. “I guess I don’t get to drive you home anymore.” he pouts. 

“You can still come over in the middle of the night.” I nibble on my lower lip. 

“Text me when you want me.” he offers me a quick kiss. “I’m going to head out and check on the shop. Maybe I’ll see you later.” his smile causes my heart to skip a beat and I nod my head. 

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I decide to leave early for the club and see if anyone wants to go home early. I feel so stupid for calling into the diner. Just because I’m a couple months ahead doesn’t mean I can slack now. I shake my head confused as I see Benjis car. I park and start walking up when the front doors burst open. I gasp as I see my boss thrown to the ground.

“I didn’t make her do anything.” my boss has his hands raised as my breath catches. 

“You knew she was uncomfortable and always told you no.” Benji grabs my bosses shirt. “Do you want me to hit you again?” 

“No.” my boss wails as I look on with wide eyes. 

“No means yes to you I heard.” he chuckles before landing blow after blow on his face. I stumble towards them in shock. 

“Benji,” my voice breaks. “Benji, please.” he stops and looks up to me as his eyes soften. 

“You’re fucking crazy and you’re crazy if you think you’ll still be working here.” my boss turns to me. “You both better be gone before I call the cops.” he rises and staggers back into the club. I look to Benji with tears streaming down my face. 

“Why?” my voice breaks. “Why did you do this? You know I need this job.” I move back as he steps towards me. “My mother’s life is on the line.” 

“Baby,-“

“No.” I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to see you again. I told you not to do this. You just fucked me over Benji.” I walk backwards to my car keeping my eyes on him. 

“Y/n, please,” he looks at me with pleading eyes. 

“I can’t do this.” I shake my head and grab my handle. I get into the car and peel out of the lot with no destination in mind. 

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masterlist 🔌 

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[fernpetals]

Dollhouse

An extension of THIS ask

More of Yandere Donaka Mark and his doll-kink

Also, @johnwickb1tsch your latest chapter did something to me. The result is this... Warning: Implications of prolonged captivity, conditioning? (not sure), dollification, objectification, implied age gap, close monitoring, lack of control and choice for the reader, implied non-con, dub-con, Donaka is a bad, bad man

Credit to the GIF owner.

Unedited Piece

Thinking about the Dollification-Kink drabble. Somehow Donaka Mark comes out as the most terrifying and…intriguing. Imagine him preparing a full room with details about you and your life with frightening precision. 

The stuffed toy you loved so much but is lost, given away or spoiled somehow? The room has a stuffed toy that looks exactly like that one. 

If you are into hair bands and skincare, there is a collection of silk scrunchies matching each dress and tops filling the closet. If you are more of a tomboy, he will make particular efforts by switching things into more feminine tastes. You are his doll, he will bend you into the perfect version of yourself that he can already envision. He will start by forcing you to keep longer hair and making you wear soft, feminine dresses. And if you are already more feminine, you have no idea how much it pleases him.

The furniture pieces are significant as well—soft, soothing tones–pastel to muted long with a refreshing accent. It is all detailed, including the furniture and the walls—everything is selected with care. The bed is perhaps a little more chilling—it is from your childhood home. Maybe a piece of furniture that has been with your family for generations? Custom woodwork, heavy, gorgeous and screaming ‘vintage’. If it is four-postered, it is easier for him, or he has some ‘improvements’ made, making it perfect for handcuffs. 

When it comes to Donaka, it is hard not to talk about his corruption kink. He is the type to corrupt you, step by step and he is very thorough about him. Imagine him instructing you to touch yourself while he watches. No angle adjustment is needed; no matter where you look or turn, you are facing a lens hidden in plain sight. So, don't skip it and try to lie he will know. I can also see him taking pleasure in exploring different sex toys with you, some of which you did not even know existed, but now you do. Better corporate, the handcuffs are there for a reason. He will have you reduced to a snivelling and mewling mess with tears and your essence leaking. Aren't you a pathetic little doll? trying to fight him? It's funny, really.

Your meals are closely monitored, if you are really craving something, it has to come from either a place he selects or the chef in his kitchen. Your health cannot be compromised---you also have strict meal timings, and a specially prepared diet when you are menstruating.

Even the length of your hair is decided by him, mostly, he prefers you in long hair.

It is a whole world in itself, and once you enter it, it is like his live dollhouse—especially with the number of cameras and bugs. No corner is safe from his eyes.

Imagine him filling a section with selected make-up, somehow for every attire, there is a shade of lipstick, eyeshadow, blush and nail paint that go perfectly with it. Every morning, you are expected to don a dress with a matching pair of undergarments, nail paint and lipstick.

And every night, he takes the pleasure of taking the pretty little dress off, as if he has not been watching you all day when he is not working.

If you are good enough, he might gift you a sweet, little puppy to keep you company.

And when he finally feels that you are improving, and reaching your true potential, he might ease it all a little bit. Wouldn’t you like a nice trip to the boutique and spin for him in all the dresses he’s going to buy you?

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And thank you @gea-chan96 for the Moodboard

[adorablediscoveries]

Georgian Artist Creates Very Funny Animal Dolls

Emina Poison is a Georgian artist who creates uniquely designed toys using a variety of materials, including wool and polymer clay. While her creations often depict animals, she also crafts peculiar and whimsical creatures in the same distinctive style.

In addition to her original work, Emina occasionally accepts commissions, particularly for custom pet dolls—each one irresistibly charming!

"I also work extensively on commission. Clients describe their vision, I create a sketch, and once approved, I bring it to life. Many of my commissioned pieces feature personalized details inspired by specific pets or people, interpreted through my artistic lens."

When asked to share a bit about herself, Emina playfully clarified that she lives in “Georgia—not the U.S. state, but the country near Turkey.”

She also reflected on what first sparked her passion for art:

"Since early childhood, I’ve been immersed in creative activities—drawing, sculpting with plasticine, and crafting with various materials. As a kid, I imagined a world filled with mysterious creatures hiding behind trees in the forest or peeking out from city gateways. When I grew up, I realized I could bring those creatures to life!"

Curious about her most challenging project, we asked Emina to share her experience.

She replied: "It’s hard to recall a specific one. Challenges usually come up when I’m unsure what material to use for a particular part of a toy. In those moments, I simply walk around my apartment, observing everyday objects until I find the perfect solution. It could be an old bank card, an aquarium net, a nut, a nail—anything at all!"

Finally, Emina shared: "I never create identical toys—each piece is one of a kind! While I occasionally make designs inspired by previous creations, no two are ever exactly alike. I always change key elements like the main color, accessories, and other details."