#anywho thank you for the ask anon

[shadesofnavy]

Could I have some confirmation that Bounty Pico survives in that betrayal post? Please?

Don't get me wrong. I do feel a little bad for Bounty Keith since betrayal from a loved one will always be one of the most painful to experience, especially after all the shit he went through.

However, from what I gathered from both the lore post and some of the recent art you've posted, Bounty Keith's not quite the most stable person out there. The man has, after all, managed to unintentionally become an infamous criminal due to his instability. Temper does contribute quite a bit, yes, but I believe the unstableness contributed a tad bit more here.

As much as Bounty Keith will no doubt hate to acknowledge, he IS a danger to be around for others- not simply due to the risk that always comes with associating with criminals but also because there's always that terrible possibility that he might harm others, even his own friends and loved ones. That recent art where he's choking Pico - one of his very loved ones - while the poor guy is clearly pleading for him to stop while he's struggling to breathe only further proves my point.

So yeah. I hope Pico will come out okay. Betrayal is shitty and I will always feel horrible for Keith that it happened to him- but this further backs up my point that he's a danger to be around. I don't know if Pico is the one who betrayed him but if he was... well... I don't think he would've made the choice lightly. Something which I feel Keith would understand had he been of a more stable mind.

Rest assured, both Cherry and Pico will make it to the end (more or less... what is "end" here actually?😫 ) so he will survive the attempted manslaughter.

Throughout the years, Keith has fallen into a habit of lashing out whenever he feels threatened or overwhelmed as he can't find other relieving ways to cope. He's also quick to notice subtle changes in people too--simple small alternating behaviors that one wouldn't notice at first, the faint tremble of uncertainty in a voice, the look of doubt in a gaze. When you combine all of those together and end up in a situation when something is after you and your closest most trusted people are acting afraid of you, he's overwhelmed. He's petrified, he's anguished, he's angry. Completely unstable to the point where he can't stop himself even when someone's screaming in agony at his hands. When even Pico is begging him through terrified tears and wheezes as his air is painfully cut off.

Keith is a danger to anyone who treads around him intentionally or not. A Pandora's box waiting to open, and when it does only the snapping of bones in his palms can close it. In his eyes there is no good or bad in life. He can't tell the difference between either of them. All there is in his world are prey and predator. He won't allow himself to become prey, so he makes himself the predator to survive. He considers Pico and Cherry prey that shouldn't be hunted, because he needs them. He loves them. So it only messes with him further when he notices something's off about them. When they betray him.

As for which of the two actually betrayed Keith... I'll reveal it with the sketches.

[spotaus]

If you're still accepting requests, you could draw Cross x Lust?

Hello anon! Definitely still accepting requests! And I need you to know that this request literally short-circuited my brain, because I rendered all of these doodles 🙏

Cross X Lust was Not on my bingo board of things I'd draw, but the combo just settled in my head and felt Super Right and I got to sketching and realized I really liked their energy and just... didn't stop drawing! Thank you SO MUCH for the request! (They give me the vibes of Cross being the one who insists on being chivalrous and very protective, while Lust gets some freedom to relax and be himself and get pampered a bit! Idk if I explained it right, but it makes sense in my brain-)

[allastoredeer]

your drawing guides are SO helpful. Thanks for making them! I was wondering, how did you get to good at breaking down and figuring out what forms/shapes to use?

Thank you! I'm so glad they've been useful!

Well, something I've learned is that you can basically draw anything, and I mean anything, with just a handful of specific shapes, which are cylinders, spheres, squares, rectangles, and cones/triangles.

These are your building blocks to drawing anything and everything, it's just a matter of breaking whatever it is you want to draw down to these shapes.

For example, here's a picture of my doggo.

Let's break him down.

It's all about ignoring the details, colors, textures etc... and simplifying your subject into its most basic form. And once you do that, it's easier to sketch them out using these shapes as building blocks to construct them. Once you have the basic shape, pose, or expression sketched out, you carve away what you don't need and add detail, clothing, hair, facial expressions etc..

We'll use Lucifer as another example, as I can go back to his character sheet.

You can even break down their clothes if you want, like Lucifer's hat:

You give the shapes curves and depth to show direction and action, don't feel like you have to keep them frigidly in their pristine, straight-lined shapes. Be loose with it.

So far, with deconstructing Hazbin characters, I've found that most of their shapes are triangles and cylinders (of various sizes and widths). They also tend to be very curved and fluid, which is fun.

In the end it kind of just takes practice and training your brain to strip away all the fancy details, cut the character 's body into the basic sections we know of (face, neck, chest, torso, pelvis, arms, legs, feet), simplify those into their most bare-bones shapes, and pay attention to how those those shapes connect together.

Hope this helped, or shed some light on my process XD

[wedontdeservethestars]

JOHNNY CAGE X SHORT CHUBBY READER I TELL YOU HE LOVES HIS WOMEN THICC

ANON I'M NOT EVEN GONNA SAY THIS A CORRECT OPINION BECAUSE IT'S SO CORRECT THAT IT'S A STRAIGHT-UP FACT. Johnny prefers his girls chubby change my mind!!!!!!!!!!! (Hint: you cannot)

Anyways I know I say that I never write smut but I uh. I did this time. Congrats anon you got me to come out of my shell for Our Boy

Content: reader has female genitalia, smut, fluff, body worship, overall just a Lovely Time between you two

(Pspspsps I also put this on AO3 if anyone would like the link for that teehee)

You had no idea what it was about red carpet events that made Johnny up act but, but every time he invited you out to accompany him, it was a constant fight not to let the paparazzi see his hands all over you. Not that you minded much, but hey, one of you had to have some decency. Maybe it was the stream of complementary alcohol, maybe it was seeing you all dolled up in a pretty silk dress, maybe it was the inherent nature of red carpet events essentially being an excuse to say, “Hey, look how pretty I am, look how pretty my partner is,” or maybe, just maybe, it was a combination of all three. 

Never mind, you thought as Johnny pushed you up against the front door. It’s definitely the dress. 

Just like they had been for the past few hours, his large hands were grabbing and squeezing ever part of you he could manage like a fucking kid in the pillow section at Bed, Bath & Beyond. And the more he felt each curve, the more excited he seemed to be getting, attacking your throat and shoulders and face with his mouth.

“Hey,” you chuckled breathlessly. “Easy.”

“Don’t know–” Another kiss on your neck. “What you’re talkin’ about–” This one landed on your soft jawline. “Doll–”

“Can we at least get to the couch or something before I’m fully nude this time?” you whispered, a smirk playing on your lips. Johnny looked at you very seriously and shook his head.

“No shot.” He grabbed he straps of your dress and, with a not-too-unhappy sigh, you slipped your arms out of them. Your puppy of a boyfriend knelt in front of you and slowly, teasing both you and himself, pulled the front of your dress down. He really did love how it looked on you, the tight material hugging every single rondure and roll, the deep red shimmering in each crease of the fabric. But even more than he loved you in that dress, he loved you out of that dress. 

You let out a soft sound as his hot sigh of breath tickled your skin when he saw you standing there just in your bra and panties. Without fail, he always acted as though he was seeing you for the first time whenever you were in any state of undress. 

“Fucking goddess,” he murmured, and then his lips were all over your front. He was hugging your thick thighs like they were the only thing that would save him. His mouth dragged all around your belly and chest, pausing on occasion to kiss more deliberately or nibble a piece of soft skin. Each pause earned a small gasp or sigh from you.

“Johnny,” you whispered. 

“Huhm?” He glanced up at you, midway through giving one of your love handles a hickey and not bothering to stop. 

“You’re…” Your thoughts swam madly. The only thing you could focus clearly on were the warm tingles coursing through your nerves. You could hardly put a sentence together. “I need you on top of me…”

A smirk fell upon his lips and he pulled away from your tummy, admiring his work for a moment. Then, he grabbed your ass with both hands and squeezed hard, humming. 

“I can do that.” 

In a flash, he was lifting you into his arms. You couldn’t stop a smile from coming across your lips–somehow it always surprised you when he carried you, even though you knew that he was more than strong enough to support your weight. All that time spent building up his muscles wasn’t just for show.

Your bedroom was an agonizingly long way away up a whole entire flight of stairs. Clearly, Johnny couldn’t wait that long, because he brought you to the nearest couch instead (well, technically it was a fainting couch; Johnny said he needed it for dramatics, whatever that meant). 

Johnny wasted no time in unhooking your bra and discarding it on the floor. Your panties were next. The velvet sofa felt foreign against your bare skin, but not unwelcome. He took a breath as he straddled you and began to unbutton his dress shirt. The whole while, he stared down at you. His brown doe-eyes gleamed with adoration. 

“Look at you,” his voice rumbled like distant thunder. 

“You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”

“Ohhh, longer than that,” he chuckled. His hands were tracing you again. He couldn’t seem to help himself. “I’m always thinking about this, stardust.”

“It’s so hard to tell,” you teased, your own fingers dancing along his toned thighs. His skin felt hot, and you didn’t think it was just because of the Californian summer heat. 

“Like it’s my fault?” He leaned down and peppered kisses all along one of your breasts. Pausing before continuing on, he grinned up at you, “How’m I supposed to keep it in my pants when I have the most gorgeous girl on earth around me all the time?”

A moan slipped out of you as he pulled your nipple between his teeth and grabbed the other between his thumb and forefinger. You squirmed beneath him and tried to get a coherent response out. 

“Can–God–can you–” Your breath was short. “Need you to touch me…”

“Yes, ma’am.” Johnny gladly slid himself down, taking the time to admire and graze your belly with his mouth. You could feel how hard he was against your plush thighs, one of which he grabbed and hung up over the back of the couch while the other he spread so it swayed over the floor. 

“God damn, you’re so fucking wet already, aren’t you?” he grinned, running a finger up your folds. You felt it all the way through your spine and it made you buck your hips up. 

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, dazed.

His tongue was next, pressing hard against you and flicking expertly between your sensitive lips. A sound that you had never made in your entire life escaped your throat. It only seemed to encourage Johnny as he quickened his pace. For once, he was completely silent save for the occasional grunt or groan, and for the absolute most blissful reason possible. You wanted to praise him, tell him to keep going and that you loved him and that you were in heaven right now, but your words wouldn’t work. Fortunately, the way you were moaning was probably sending the message pretty clearly.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair, watching his head bob beneath you. From the way his own hips moved, you could tell he was rubbing his bulge against the couch as he worked on you. His hand, not to go unexercised, gripped one of your thighs–the one propped up on the backseat–and began to massage it. In turn, you yanked on his hair, making his groans vibrate against your pussy. You did it again and again, feeling your heart race. Warmth built up in your chest, and your stomach, and especially your nethers.

After a bit, you pulled his hair more gently, guiding his mouth away from you. Johnny seemed confused and hazy, like he’d just been pulled out of a dream. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” you whispered. You were too close, and too fast. You needed this to last. 

“Can do, babe.” He flashed a smile and sat up. “Gives me some time for this…”

You watched as Johnny finally pushed his slacks down and pulled his length out of his boxer-briefs. He was throbbing and hard, and as he began to stroke himself you could see his tip glistening with precum. 

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he groaned, leaning his head back as he ran his thumb over his slit. 

Suddenly, you decided that you did need to cum. Right now, in fact. You grabbed his hips and guided them forward, an eager look in your eyes. Immediately, Johnny understood.

“Yeah?” he breathed, his lips curving into a smirk.

“Please,” you nodded. Johnny spat into his hand and rubbed it along himself. He tilted your rear up a bit and positioned himself at your entrance. He paused and looked down at you. He smiled.

“What?” you breathed.

The smile, mischievous and greedy, widened. He didn’t move. You let out a whine and pouted. 

“Johnny! Don’t—don’t tease, I can’t right now—“

“Then tell me,” he murmured. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please?” You looked up at him with shiny eyes. “Please fuck me…”

He pushed forward—just enough to brush up against you. “I’m not convinced.”

“Please!” you cried out again. “I need it so bad, you feel so good, and—and I wanna cum, please?”

Johnny chuckled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the center of your chest.

“Only I can make you feel like this. Right, baby?”

“Right,” you nodded quickly. “Yes. You’re fucking—amazing, and, and so hot…”

“Yeah, I am,” he whispered, and then without warning he slid right into you. You let out a whimper so loud that you clapped a hand over your mouth afterwards, your cheeks turning bright red at whatever that was. Johnny chuckled breathlessly and took your hand away, pinning it behind your head.

“No, no, babe. I gotta hear all those pretty little sounds my gorgeous goddess wants to make.”

On cue, the remark made you moan. He rewarded you with a firm thrust against your soft hips. His unoccupied hand sank into your side as he pumped over and over again.

“God—so pretty—“ he muttered. His face was growing several shades darker as he continued.

“Please, please,” you begged again, curling your fingers into fists.

“You close again?” His soft voice broke through.

“Mhmm…” You writhed for a moment before letting your body flow with his, both of you bouncing back and forth. Your eyes fluttered open every now and then. Each time you did, you saw Johnny gazing down at you, his eyes lusted over but filled to the brim with complete obsession with this. With you.

“Oh–” you whispered soon, squeezing your eyes shut. “Johnny, I–I’m gonna—”

“Go ahead, princess,” he nodded, his voice husky and low in a way that you only ever heard during times like this. It drove you over the edge. With one last cry, your legs quivered and you felt yourself close around him, causing a similar moan from him, and each nerve in your system was full of warmth and complete euphoria for a split second. Your breaths began to even out. Your muscles relaxed. Johnny pulled out as you lay there, panting, and finished the job for himself above you. A warm spray landed on your tummy as he grunted and groaned, and then it was over.

Both out of breath, both smiling like idiots, both completely satisfied. 

“Oh, babe,” Johnny sighed about nothing in particular. He sat back and let you shift into a more comfortable position. Everything felt warm and sticky, but you didn’t really mind. 

Johnny trailed a hand up your still-wet stomach and rubbed it gently across all your belly, coating the front of it with his cum. You gave him a shaky sigh at the gesture. It felt strangely nice. 

“I’d offer to clean you up, but you look so pretty like this,” he admitted, giving you a half-hearted shrug. You laughed softly as he stood up anyway and, after nearly forgetting to tug his boxers up, wandered down the hall to one of the first-floor bathrooms, leaving you to bask in the veil of after-arousal. 

You didn’t even notice he’d returned until you felt the towel touch your skin, damp with warm water and no doubt imported from some European country. Once you were all cleaned up, you reluctantly sat up and noticed the dark velvet of the couch was stained where you two had been before.

“Oops,” you chuckled, feeling a little guilty for ruining the luxury fabric but not enough to regret anything. 

“Eh, that’s what the maids are for,” Johnny shrugged, taking a seat beside you. He rested his head against your chest, sighing contentedly.

“I’m so tired now,” you mumbled. “We didn’t even do much…”

“Minus the whole night of drinking and partying?”

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes and rumpled his hair. The pomade he’d slicked it back with had come loose a few hours ago, leaving several strands hanging down in his face. It was cute.

“You’re pretty,” he said suddenly. 

“So you’ve said.” But it still made you blush.

“I know. But I mean it. You’re the prettiest…ever,” he decided on. 

“Hun,” you laughed softly. “Well, thank you.”

“I’m lucky.” He pouted for a moment as he thought. “People always say that. I get lucky breaks and lucky with auditions and lucky with all the deals…but that’s not luck. It’s charisma and talent and whatever. Lucky is, is meeting someone like you out of the blue. Finding you out of seven million people on this earth.”

“Billion.”

“Huh?”

“It’s seven billion people.”

“Whatever.” He buried his face in your chest, muffling is speech. “You get my point.”

“I do,” you whispered. You stroked his hair again and smiled as he gave you a big squeeze. You said, “I love you, too.”

[tbcanary]

Black Canary miniseries by Tom King confirmed. Excited? Thoughts?

i am struggling with this so much tbh because it’s like. t*m k*ng wrote one of my favorite runs of all time with supergirl: woman of tomorrow, but those feelings are not consistent across his career. i find the current ww run to be. um. weird, at minimum, and bad at best, and that’s with a character i don’t have nearly as many feelings about. (no disrespect to diana, obviously, i just deeply love dinah.)

esp considering the series is going to involve dinah and lady shiva, i would say i am less “excited” and more “tom if you fuck this up i will hunt you down.” for all that i love lady shiva and the ways she and dinah CAN play off one another, the fact is oftentimes dinah is used to make asian women look inferior or to extend the problematic tropes they’re already forced into in comics constantly. i fear a “dinah and lady shiva battle it out to see who is the best fighter” premise is just… full of problems, for me, and they’d have to tell one hell of a story to win me back.

(lest we forget, we already know someone who beat lady shiva in hand to hand combat and proved herself to be a superior fighter. her name is cassandra cain, and she has also trained dinah in the past. i find her exclusion in the summaries i’ve been able to find to be pretty telling as to how carefully and thoughtfully this all will be approached, which is to say, not very.)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Ooooh a werewolf neil au that you’ve been hiding, you say…. 👀👀👀

heehee yes! i am very excited about it but... i know it will be a long ass time before i end up writing it. :')

it was one of my ideas i had for the big bang this year. i ended up choosing the other one (which was demon neil. i'm very into neil being a Special Guy) but... the bb thing blew up and i dropped out. so yeah i'm also very excited about the demon neil fic! :)

if you'd like to hear about the werewolf one, let me know and maybe i can ramble about it sometime? :)

[queer-reader-07]

you are immortal but you have to choose one weakness that can kill you. It can be as convoluted as you want so as long it’s always theoretically possible to kill you at all times What do you choose ?

i forgot this ask was here and i'm procrastinating Important Shit so what better time than now to answer!

my fatal weakness would be that i die if i step foot into my 3rd grade classroom at my old catholic school because i probably won't ever go back but that room does still exist

[mars-ipan]

as someone who’s had to have regular colonoscopies since grade school, i am sending every comforting vibe possible to you. on the bright side: the laxative prep is the worst part, so once it’s over it’s pretty smooth sailing. on the other side: the prep fucking sucks so badly and makes you feel sicker than anything. i’m also so sorry you got the sea water prep liquid but it could be worse. you could have had to drink chalky fake lemon juice or ruin any potential enjoyment of gatorade forever. after you’ve had to drink a liter of sports juice mixed with a powder that makes you shit liquid and do so in under 4 hours you will never, ever be able to drink gatorade (of any flavor, no matter what flavor you did the prep with, bc there’s a similar underlying taste to all of them) without immediately wanting to throw up and die.

colonoscopies suck so badly and you’re being so brave about it. good luck my friend i am hoping everything goes smoothly and ends well

genuinely thank you so much for the encouragement. my dad (who’s had a couple colonoscopies himself) was able to help me through the first bit of it but i’ve been doing the rest of this on my own and god it SUCKSSSS. thank you for validating that and the reassurance that it’s gonna be alright

[whumpasaurus101]

TAG UR 15 BESTIES!

OMGOMGOMG RAAAAAA

this is in no way in order its just a big number for my smoll brain <3

@scribbelle @whump-queen @unorganisedalienrubbish @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @cowboy-anon @livingforthewhump @thelazywitchphotographer @deckofaces @justalittlecorrupted @hold-back-on-the-comfort @hidden-dreamland @a-whumped-tea @painsandconfusion @mascwhump @whatwasmyprevioususername

[nicepersondisorder]

Tell me something interesting about yourself <3

you cant just give me an open question like that i have so many things i cant choose one XDD /hj

UMMM well...... hm. UHHH i can eat. a whole 30cm pizza in one seating? 😭 ummmmm. i'm a big fan of emo music & fashion, tho in terms of clothing preference i'm kinda hanging inbetween emo&scene. but i usually just wear hoodies and absolutely normal shirts djsjfkdkv </3 uhhhh also once i finished a pacifist route in undertale in 3 hours 24 minutes!!! (wasn't my first playthrough XD) pretty proud of that!!! i did rage quit a genocide route in ut because i couldnt beat undyne . and then felt like shit because i killed my favorite character LMAO

ummmmmmm what else can i say................ when i was 12 i had a crush on jeff the killer's brother? lou i think was his name? yk. like the normal 12 y.o. kids do XD

[ghosts-of-love]

hi idk if this is weird to say but I've noticed that the way you write captain is soooo autism and it's really really good and he's so precious to me. I don't know if you're doing it on purpose or if he's just very in character (because canon cap is very autism) but either way. the way you capture him is perfect and I love him.

hello and thank you for this!! ❤️❤️ this isn't weird to say and in fact i have received a lot of asks/comments/messages about this before so i'll try to keep this brief:

i think it's a mixture of on purpose and in character in that i try to keep the Captain as in character as possible, and in the show I do think he's got the 'tism so that's why it's reflected in my writing. however i used to feel bad about writing him like that when i am not autistic so instead i chose to replicate a lot of my anxious traits that i feel overlap with certain autistic traits - i think you can see this most of all in 'forced proximity'.

there is a real possibility - one that I have been considering more and more, mostly on account of all the people who have messaged me and all the irl people who have asked me - that what i thought was a general overlap between anxiety and autism may not be an overlap but i might just be autistic as well.

in any case I'm gonna keep on writing the Captain the way that i'm writing him because it works for me and seems to work for you all too? he is also very precious to me 😌 wouldn't change him for the world!

[m0e-ru]

I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL YOUR TRANSLATIONS ALL YOUR WORK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

HII I remember seeing the notification for this THANK YOUUIU!!!!!!!!!!! I love doing my job I love to serve 💪 blows kisses and falls asleep on my kanji dictionaries thought bubble is you 💜

[bandy-andy]

mr bandy how do you draw so fast

Oh!!! Well I never thought I was a particularly fast artist... but!!! I will say I absolutely love my gestures! Ever since I started drawing a bit more seriously, I've always kept up with gesture drawing and timed practices. Sooo, I guess if I'm fast at sketching- that's why!

[carmenlire]

oh and one more thing about jaeyoung's dad and sangwoo playing chess: its so cute thinking about how whenever jaeyoung comes home, his dad is like 'did you bring sangwoo with you?' and jaeyoung said this time he couldnt come and his dad goes :( what's the point then and goes sulks for a minute cause he wanted to play chess with his favorite opponent and future son-in-law sldkjfkfj

skdfgkdsf YES! exactly!! you get it!! i want jaeyoung's family to love sangwoo as their own and i want a running joke of jaeyoung's family liking him more than jaeyoung!!! i'm obsessed with this idea! jaeyoung got his flare for the dramatic from his dad and it's so funny that both of them are sulking for a minute over such different reasons lol!

for part two in the parenthood series i have a plan that bridges them agreeing to have kids one day with them actually being parents and now i kinda wanna incorporate that idea (it takes place around jaeyoung's family. fun fact i have a hc that he has an older sister).

[icarusamica]

That anon can't be for fucking real, you can't just come to Tumblr and expect straightness what the actual fuck😂 this is the land of the ships and gaying shit up baby! But also is telling, a lot of fans of actors are so painfully fucking straight, like ugh, go on and log off Tumblr and go to instagram or something sweetie😘

I love you friend but I shat myself thinking they were coming back to eat me up for seconds, even after I had blocked them 😭

No cause I'm hoping they were just baiting, cause I'm pretty sure they were in my friend's comments too, probably slipped over here because my friend blocked them too. Like sweetheart if you're looking for attention just say it???

I'd have been fine if they were like "you know I can't really see them being like that but you can write them as you like" cause everyone's got their own preferences and opinions, no disputes there.

Fr though, they were in a mad silly goofy mood, they must not have seen the press shit where Austin and Callum were looking at Barry like a five course meal, of course I'm gonna analyse that in their character interactions lmaooo!

I have thought of a lot gayer shit for a lot less content, them being soldiers that flirt with women was not gonna stop me.

Thank you for seeing some sense though anon <3

[shaguro]

— ✰ NEVER LOSE ME | CONNIE S.

✧synposis: connie loves to visit his favorite girl after his races.

✧contents: smut with a lil plot. (streetracer!connie x stripper reader, reader is black. (she has a fro but no other physical descriptions are given besides that.) unestablished relationship. unprotected sex (p in v) breeding kink?? unrequited feelings but not really. reader is just young, sexy and free; just having fun. 🩷 very inspired by the song by flo milli, doesn't follow that exact plot though! mdni.

✧word count: 1.6k.

✧shanti’s note: chile… i made three different drafts before i settled on this one, okay! so it was definitely a major work in progress for a while but we made it yall! i'm so nervous about this one for some reason, can't pinpoint why. anywho, i hope y'all enjoy it. forgot to answer the ask but THANK YOU for the ask anon, and i hope you enjoy it 🩷

all the other dancers wondered how you managed to bag the connie springer, a well-known street racer in your area. he was a loyal client. always respectful, tipped well — not to mention, he’s fine as fuck. connie always came to see you after one of his many winning races, ready to shower you in affection and with money he just won. so just like the other times, you’re in one of the private rooms in the strip club; the pink led lights illuminated your soft skin, showcasing all the dips and curves of your beautiful body.

“it’s because of you, baby.” connie licks his lips, tattooed hands rested on the fattest part of your ass, only separated by the thin fabric of your thong. “you’re the reason i never lose.”

“oh please.” you kiss your teeth. with your hands on his knees, you lean forward to give him the view you knew he loved. “you say that shit every time you come see me. we both know it’s not true, so stop it.”

now it was his turn to suck his teeth, his hand meeting your ass with a hard smack! you gasp and almost jolt forward but connie’s hand is on your throat, pulling you backwards until your bare back is against his chest. you tilt your head to meet those pretty hazel eyes and god, his glare was so intense it actually made you nervous.

and it had your pussy fluttering, clenching on nothing.

“i say it ‘cuz i mean it.” his free hand trails up your thigh, stopping dangerously close to your core. he chuckles when you spread your legs, watching your reflection intently in the tall mirror. “didn’t even do anything yet and look, already openin’ up f’me.”

this sort of interaction should not be happening between a dancer and a client, you knew that — when it came to connie though, he was the only exception. maybe it was because you felt like he saw you, went out of his way to have an actual relationship with you. connie wanted you to be his girlfriend but you always refused. you were too sexy, too carefree to be tied down by anyone, especially a man.

it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy the man’s company though; you two had gotten close, close enough that you’d link up outside the club. late nights spent in his customized red wraith, hanging out the window as the cool evening breeze hit you. connie would buy you all kinds of jewelry and the biggest bouquets of red roses you’d ever seen. take you out on dates, even flew you out once. but you were just having fun and that didn’t mean you needed to be with him.

in moments like this, though? you considered that possibility a little more.

“connie, mmm.” you moaned, his nimble fingers rubbing at your barely-clothed clit. there’s something about his touch that electrifies your whole body, your hips rolling, seeking more friction. “my b-boss might pop in, we shouldn’t..”

connie hums in acknowledgment, his wet tongue tracing along your neck. “i don’t give a fuck and you know that.” indeed, you did. “she was on your ass last time?”

the last time your boss had walked in, connie had you on your back, legs spread wide as he ate you out like a man starved. it was embarrassing, even connie couldn’t save you from the lengthy lecture you received. you don’t remember every single thing your boss said but she made one rule very clear: no fucking in her strip club.

you were a fan favorite so she wouldn’t get rid of you, even if you had a tendency to bend the rules.

“she was.” you sigh, leaning your head back on his shoulder. one of your hands were on his head, feeling on his blonde buzzcut while his lips latched onto delicate skin. “i don’t give a fuck either.”

his chuckle vibrated through your skin, sent shivers up your spine. you knew he’d just left a mark with the way his tongue swept over the damage, another trace of him that would need extra concealer.

“how much time do we have left, pretty?”

you look up to the bedazzled glittery clock on the wall, squinting your eyes to see it better. “hmm.. like twenty minutes?”

connie scoffed. “i’ll make you cum in ten.”

all that could be heard in the dimly-lit room were the sounds of your sweet cries as your ass ricocheted off connie’s pelvis, the steady clap clap clap so loud in your ears. you were on all fours with connie right behind you. he had one hand cupped on your jaw, keeping your head upright and the other on the fat of your hip — digging crescents into your soft skin with each snap of his hips.

“open your eyes, baby. look and see how pretty you look.” he gives your jaw a light squeeze and you comply, slowly opening your lashed eyelids to observe yourself, to drink in the mess he’s made of you.

your brown curly fro ruffled and scattered, drool trickling from your open mouth with one hand on the crystal mirror to brace yourself. you swore your eyes had crossed from the overwhelming pleasure you felt and he was so deep — damn near touching your lungs, knocking all the air out of them.

and then connie is leaning forward, his breath ghosting your ear. “see? so pretty.” this was anything but an innocent statement. connie took pride in having you like this — completely dumb off his dick to the point that all you could do is beg, whine for more and he’d never hold back. he’d give it all to you.

not only his dick but he’d give his whole heart too, the whole damn world if it meant he’d never lose you.

“c-connie, ohhfuck.” you mewl, your free hand is reaching behind you, scrambling to find his arm to claw at or anything to steady yourself with. “so deep, i c-can’t—“

“you can, baby.” he coos. connie holds your arm and to your horror, bends it to a degree at the small of your back, keeping it in place. his pace never falters, grinding into that swollen spot inside you so deliciously, you couldn’t breathe — any attempts at sound caught in your throat.

“always take me so well—fuck.” connie lets out a moan so erotic, your pussy clenches involuntarily around him. “l-love this fuckin’ pussy.”

your eyelids felt so heavy as you looked at connie’s reflection in the mirror, admiring the handsome man that tore you up with ease. his head is tilted down with his bottom lip captured between his top row of pretty white teeth, eyes trained on where your bodies connected. he was mesmerized at how you swallowed all his dick so greedily, sinking deeper and deeper as you fucked back into him, a white milky ring of cream forming on the base of his length — it was truly a sight like no other.

“want you to myself,” connie grits out, landing a quick slap on your ass, rubbing the tender flesh right after to soothe the sting. “c-can’t lose you, (y/n)—hah—can’t let anyone else h-have you.”

“c-connie, you—“

“tell me,” he interrupts and his eyes meet yours in the glass, all low and dark, full of passion. “tell me you’re mine, that this—” his hand trails down the arched curve of your back, it was like fire trailed behind his fingertips. “—is all for me, only for me.”

you nod dumbly, not even realizing what you’re saying, your voice only a whisper. “y-yes, it’s y-yours.”

connie shakes his head and leans forward once again, this time with a sharp thrust into your soppy cunt, filling you to the hilt. you gasp and you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into your skull, from crying out his name.

“gotta be louder than that, pretty. say it one more time f’me?” he’s pressing wet kisses along your jaw and neck, clouding your focus even further. you could feel his dick pulsing inside you, stretching you out so perfectly. you wouldn’t mind staying like this forever, letting him ruin you till the end of time.

“i-it’s—“ you inhale, a deep shaky breath. “it’s all yours, connie. this p-pussy is yours, so fuck me like you m-mean it.”

it’s like as soon as you say those words, a switch flips in connie’s brain.

instead of straightening his posture, his chest is flush against your back, the gold chain on his neck dangling over your shoulder as he starts to rut his hips into you with no precision. and it’s so filthy, your poor cunt squishing and squelching sporadically, warm milky slick trickling down your thighs.

“gonna—nghh, gonna fuckin’ cum.” his voice raised an octave, all slurred and whiney. “where… where d-do you want it, baby?”

he was expecting to hear your ass or your back, maybe even your face if you were feeling extra nasty. nothing prepared him for that pretty whine you let out prior to saying,

“inside! want it inside con, wanna feel it..” you give him the cutest pout and all he could think was fuck, you would really be the death of him.

only a few moments passed before you got what you wanted — connie’s hot, sticky cum paints your inner walls generously and it’s so much, each rock of his hips had the fluid gushing out of you. it sends you right over the edge. your legs give out, the sheer force of your orgasm had you trembling, limp in connie’s strong arms. you glanced tiredly at the ticking clock one last time and damn, he really did make you cum in ten minutes.

there was no time to recover because as you two were on the floor, tangled and sweaty, still out of breath — your boss slams the door open, her face screwed with anger.

“both of y’all, get the fuck out!”

but you didn’t care, not at all. this just meant you'd have another one of those nights, music blasting from those booming speakers as connie sped down the freeway, his hand on your thigh when he'd repeat those six words without fail, "i never want to lose you."

tonight, you decided that he wouldn't.

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