#if i were to pole dance in front of men that would be fucked up but i would never do thay bc i really dont like these nigga

[abnormallycreative]

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[bunnliix]

The Siren on the Stage - Felix x Reader

This is fufilling the wish of my dearest @hongthoven, and I hope you enjoy it my dear Crys. <3 <3 (Also, my first time writing skz smut, so I hope it's good!)

Pairing: Stripper!Felix x Reader Summary: You're out with your best friend for her bachelorette party, and one of the workers catches your eye. wc: 2.8k AU: Stripper!AU Genre: Fluff/Smut warnings: smut MDNI, alcohol mentions, mentions of pre-gaming, people being kinda drunk, strip clubs? duh, cursing, Felix being a menace, I think that's it, smut warnings: handjobs, lots of hickeys, nipple play, and I think that's it nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

This definitely wasn’t a place you would normally visit, but you were here with your best friend, Sofie, for her bachelorette party. The club itself was very well decorated, the atmosphere definitely made the place alluring, never mind the handsome men that worked here. As the party of women made their way to one of the smaller stages in the club, you knew it was the start to a long night. Reaching the seating area around the smaller stage, you all sat down, on the left side of your friend, while waiting for one of the strippers to appear.

“Are you excited to see what handsome man performs for us tonight?” One of the other bridesmaids asked Sofie.

“Of course, but I can’t be too excited.” Sofie replied.

“C’mon, it’s one of your last nights as a single woman, you have to let loose a little bit. It’s not like you’re going to have sex with one of the guys here.” Another bridesmaid spoke up, her words slurring slightly since she had been drinking before they left for the club.

Before anyone could say anything further, someone slunk out from behind the curtains and separated the stage, capturing everyone’s attention. His hair was shoulder length, and reflected the lights, so you almost couldn’t tell what his actual hair color was, but once he stepped into the stage lights, you could see that it was a platinum blonde, almost white, color. He had on an outfit that accentuated every part of him, though it covered more than you would think a stripper would cover.

Despite that, it only made him more attractive to see him more covered up. The sheer sleeve that left his shoulder and the upper part of his arm exposed, the little part of his chest left uncovered by the cut out in the tank top he was wearing, you just couldn’t pull your eyes away from his figure. Before you realized it, the lights on the stage had dimmed, and he had started to walk around the stage, his gait sultry as he made his way to the pole, making eye contact with all of you as he walked around, his hand lightly gripping the pole as he started his dance.

You were mesmerized by him, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him, he was like a siren, drawing you in. Your fellow bridesmaids and your friend were also losing their minds over the stripper as well. They were cheering him on and screaming out to him, while you sat silently, observing his every move. He felt your eyes on him, and as he came out of a complicated move on the pole, he made eye contact with you, winking before you quickly averted your eyes.

It seemed that your bestie noticed, nudging you in the side. “He’s interested in you. Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.” She said to you, a little too loudly as the others looked your way, overhearing her words.

“I don’t think strippers take their clients home, nor do they fuck them.” You deadpanned, though internally, you wished he would. What you’d do to have one night with the man performing in front of you.

To your devastation, it wasn’t long before the male’s performance was over, and he strode over with a smile that lit up the world around him, seemingly the opposite of the siren he was during his performance, and it only made you want him more. You wanted to see more sides of this man who you saw for the first time not even half an hour ago.

“Are you ladies enjoying the show tonight?” He speaks to all of you, his eyes only flicking over to you once, making you pout internally.

“Oh we absolutely enjoyed it…” One of the others trailed off, obviously hoping that the man would give his name.

“Felix. It’s nice to meet you all.” He responded with his name, the charisma oozing from his every word and movement. It was almost like he was born to do this, to entertain.

“Felix, that’s such a pretty name.” A couple of the other women, at least one of whom you were sure was married, fawned over him, Though he didn’t really seem to pay them much, if any, attention. Instead, as the conversation went on, and you didn’t insert yourself into it, his eyes kept wandering over to you more and more.

He suddenly turned over to face towards your side of the seats, “You’ve been so quiet this entire time. Cat got your tongue?” He asked, becoming very cheeky.

“You were so entertained with the others, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” You answered, keeping your response short.

“She was just jealous you weren’t paying attention to her!” Your best friend blurted out, as you winced.

“Oh, well don’t be too jealous. I’ll pay attention to you more now, so you won’t have to feel that way. We can even go somewhere more private if you want.” He said, moving closer to you as he did so, as you had to tilt your head up to look at him. He looked down at you, and you could see a mischievous, yet alluring look in his eyes, that only pulled you in more.

Your friend answered for you, once again. “She’d love that! She’s been staring at you all night.” Her answer caused you to look down, wanting to hide under a rock now that you’ve been exposed for your staring.

A delicate hand reached underneath your chin, tilting your head back up to meet Felix’s eyes. “Well, I guess I’ll have to fulfill your wish then, won’t I?” He said, looking down at you with those alluring siren-like eyes. All you could do was nod.

The blonde-haired man reached out for your hand, pulling you up to stand once he had grabbed a hold of one of your hands. He started walking away, tugging you behind him ever so gently, as another couple of men walked over to the bachelorette party to entertain them. He pulled you behind a curtain into a hallway, where you can see several other curtains hiding what you assumed were rooms behind them. You were proven correct when Felix pulled you into one of those rooms, making sure the curtains were pulled tightly. He led you to the couch that was situated towards the back of the room, guiding you to sit down as he stood in front of you.

Once again, a hand reached out to tilt your head upwards so that you were making eye contact once again. “Don’t look away from me darling. I want your gaze on me always, so keep watching me.” He tells you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You watched as he turned around, walking a short distance away from you before turning back around. He must have grabbed a remote in the room when you weren’t looking, as music started to play through the speakers in the room. He kept looking at you as he slowly slid his pants off to reveal that he was wearing shorts underneath, his gaze sultry and solely focused on you, like you were the only person in his world right now.

As he slowly strode back to you, you could see the sides of his shorts were mesh, allowing you just tiny peeks at the skin hidden by the material. You just stared at him until you heard him click his tongue. “I told you to keep looking at me, didn’t I?” You snapped your head back up to look at him, finding he was staring down at you with an eyebrow raised. 

Once he was sure you wouldn’t look away from him again, he moved right into your lap, shocking you. “I know you’ve been watching me since I walked out on that stage tonight, you couldn’t take your eyes off of me. Am I that mesmerizing?” He asked you, his voice deepening the longer he spoke. All you could do was nod, your voice seems to have disappeared.

“Cat got your tongue again, darling?” He questioned, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear your voice.

“N-no. I can speak perfectly fine.” You retorted, though it took effort to get the words out of your mouth. And you were glad that Felix hadn’t done his next actions while you were speaking. If he had wrapped his arms around you while you were talking, you would have choked. As it was, your eyes widened as he did so.

He chuckled, coming in closer to you, as you felt your cheeks heat up from the lack of distance. You felt unable to stare him in the eyes, so you averted your eyes, instead looking at his mouth. Noticing you staring at his lips, he intentionally licked them, making your struggle much harder. You really wished he would stop trying to kill you, you would like to live to see the sun tomorrow morning.

You felt his arm move, and suddenly fingers gripped your chin, stopping any attempts from you at moving your head. “Are my lips pretty, dear? Yours are beautiful too.” He said, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip, and you had to stop yourself from sucking his thumb into your mouth. You managed to hold yourself back, but Felix tilted your head up further, “I want to kiss you. Can I, darling?”

You only responded with a half-whispered, “Please.”

Felix leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as your lips connected with his. His lips were soft, and despite his prior demeanor, he allowed you control, and you took it without thinking twice, your hand making its way up his back to rest on the back of the man’s neck. Using your hold on his neck, you kept him close as you took over the kiss, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, being granted access almost instantly. The kiss seemed to go on forever, until Felix pulled away, as both of you needed air.

“Fuck darling, I might need you to kiss me forever if you kiss like that all the time.” He remarked after he got his breath back, his lips slightly swollen from kissing you, though they were such a pretty pink color you couldn’t help but stare at them instead of looking him in the eyes as you both recovered from that kiss.

Wrapping your with arm around his waist, and fuck he had a tiny waist, you pulled him just a tiny bit closer, but instead of going back for another kiss, your mouth attached to his neck, kissing and biting softly. The man didn’t expect it, and you didn’t expect the noises coming out of him as you attacked his neck and collarbone.

“F-Fuck, darling,” He said between heavy breaths, “please, more.”

You smirked into his neck, leaving darker and darker marks and hickeys where you were able to reach. You cursed his top as it left you limited amounts of skin to bite and kiss and suck on. As you moved from one side of his neck to the other, you took a moment to admire your work so far. It made you very satisfied to see how pretty he looked with hickeys covering his freckled skin.

After a couple minutes, you had finished your work on the other side of his neck, leaving him looking like he’d been mauled, but his face held a slightly dazed smile that showed that he enjoyed it.

“Are you good there, Felix?” You asked, slightly concerned despite the smile on his face.

“I’m just fine darling,” He replied, looking down at you. “I think you’ve covered a good amount of me in hickeys though.” He finished, chuckling.

You may have gotten a bit carried away, but when the pretty man reacted the way he did, could anyone blame you for carrying on? Before you could respond to him, he shocked you a bit by slowly pulling off the slightly intricate top he was wearing, leaving his chest entirely bare. Your eyes wandered the flawless skin that was hidden underneath his clothing, and found patterns and constellations of freckles that had been covered by his top. You found yourself tracing these patterns with your fingers, getting distracted before a cough pulled your focus away from his chest.

“Are my freckles that attention-grabbing, that you can’t help but focus only on them?” He teased you, as you looked down in slight embarrassment.

“I can’t help but look at every part of you because you’re pretty.” You mumbled out in response, still refusing to look at him.

You heard him chuckle from above you, before, for the millionth time it seemed, a hand lifted your head once again before he asked you, “Are you not going to finish what you started, love?”

Somehow you’re emboldened by his words, because you needed him to stop flustering you, and you push him down on the seat next to you on this couch, clambering on top of him and straddling his thighs. You don’t leave him any time to speak as you lean down, starting to leave a trail of kisses and bites on his collarbone and down his chest, peeking up to see that the man was staring at you, his eyes blown wide and focused solely on you and your actions. You felt his bulge slightly poking against your stomach, and smirked against his skin before pulling away and asking him, “Is someone a little excited?”

Felix’s face flushed, but his eyes never left yours as he nodded. You didn’t expect him to be so submissive, but honestly, it was adorable and the exact opposite of his stage persona.

“Do you want me to take care of it?” You questioned, to which you got an unexpectedly fast nod to. “I need words, Felix dear.”

“Please, darling,” He pleaded.

“Your wish is my command,” You said as you resumed your prior actions, biting and nipping at his chest as a hand snaked down under his shorts, surprised to find that he wore nothing underneath them. You wrapped your hand around his length, using the precum leaking out of the tip to make it easier to stroke him. You started out slow as you continued to nip and kiss at his chest, not wanting to rush, but the small thrusts of his hips made taking it slowly next to impossible.

“Please, darling. I need more,” he begged you.

You sped up the pace of your strokes, while you moved your mouth to his right nipple, lightly biting down as he arched up into you, a whimper falling out of his mouth.

“Darling please, I’m getting close, please I need more,” he said through moans, as he watched you though lust-filled eyes.

You continued your ministrations to his cock and his nipples, relishing in the sounds that he was making as you pleasured him. Every couple of strokes, you’d tease the tip of his cock, and every time you did, it brought him closer to his release.

“Darling, please, I’m so fucking close. Just a little more,” He told you, groaning as your grip got just the tiniest bit tighter. It was only a couple more strokes before Felix came on your hand, and in his shorts. As he did, you kept softly stroking him through his orgasm, as you pulled your mouth away from his nipples and finally observed your work. The Australian man looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes blown wide and his chest and torso were covered in marks from you, but fuck he looked amazing like that.

“I didn’t think you would be like this darling, but I can’t find myself regretting any of this.” Felix told you after a couple of moments, needing a small amount of time to get his brain working again, as well as to get his breath back.

“I didn’t think my night would end up like this, but I don’t regret it either. And it’s all because you were like a siren on that stage, drawing me to my death. Though in this case, I think my death is quite amazing.” You laughed as you moved off of him, letting him sit up. Though instead of staying upright, he pushed you over so the two of you laid down with him on top of you.

“Let’s stay here for a little while. No one will know I’m missing,” he said, trying to convince you and completely forgetting he was technically pinning you to the couch/seats.

“Well since you’re laying on top of me, I can’t really say no, can I?” You replied, your question being completely rhetorical.

“No you can’t.” He said, not wasting any words. And that is how you two spent the next couple of hours, until you were found by one of Felix’s coworkers.

“Really, Felix? I’m never going to be able to use this room again now that you’ve been fucked in here.” Hyunjin complained.

“Fuck off, Hyunjin.”

Taglist: @callmeghostly @bethelighthalazia @rems-writing (since y'all are thirsty for Stripper Felix)

[wtchland]

Immoral

Divider: @i04rei

Summary: Joel has a night off and he hits a strip club

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warning: Stripping, protected pnv, bad bad writing, needy joel, dad joel, joel feeling like a perv, mentions of reader having a tattoo, biting, hickeys, scratching, pervy motel neighbors, shitty motel, perv mens, joel feeling obsessive

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: very unedited, and i am suffering trying to make a part two of say it, like someone yell at me to write. How do i make a smutty story with a pregnant woman

Joel never went to clubs. So him going to a strip club was out of the ordinary. He needed to blow off some steam. Between a daughter and work Joel was tense. So after he dropped her off at a sleepover he tried it.

Joel was there for only 10 minutes. He was already bored and felt like a perv. He was someone’s father, these girls are someone’s daughters. He kept telling himself that.

He was nothing compared to theres other men. Joel could beat the shit out of them for half the things they were saying about these women.

Joel was standing up at the bar preparing to leave when the lights went from the basic red it’s been all night to purple. He looked towards the stage. You were more attractive than the other girls. The way you held yourself gracefully.

You were fucking gorgeous. Joel sat back down captivated by you. The beat to gibson girl played. Joel didn’t recognize the song but he had a feeling it was just as dark and beautiful as you.

The full 5 minutes of the song Joel was yours. And you were his.

He didn’t truly realize you had his attention back. You like how he was sitting awkwardly, watching you. You liked how he wasn’t whistling or tossing cash at your ass.

You danced almost for him. Everything in that moment was for him. The red light change. The crawl and the way you rode the floor with your eyes closed. In that moment in that dance you were fucking him.

You were riding him and flipping your hair while the guitar solo blasted. He was your climax. Your hips moving against the pole was him holding your thigh as you rode your high.

Then.

The song ended.

You opened your eyes and everyone clapped. Joel stuck cash in the box for your performance before leaving. Something told Joel not to leave yet. He knew it was you.

He felt delusional, embarrassed for wanting some poor girl on a pole who probably wasn’t attracted to any of the grey old men like him.

After about 20 minutes of standing in the cold there you were. In a fur coat walking outside. You light a cigarette when you see him. And he sees you.

You smile at him and he smiles back giving you the invitation to walk over. You offer him your cigarette and he places the red stained lipstick between his lips. You stand in front of him looking up into his eyes.

Joel doesn’t know where he got the sudden surge of confidence but he had you by your waist and his lips crashed against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his and his hands were squeezing your ass. The way you were making out you would think it was the end of the world.

You pull away and whisper “We can go to the motel”

For the 2 minutes you were in the car you had loss stockings, and heels. Joel got your Motel key 40 seconds flat and had you in his lap

Lips attached to each other like superglue. Joel never did this. It kept running through his mind that maybe hes taking advantage of you. That maybe your not thinking. Maybe you didnt really want to make out with a old man.

Joel pulled away and looked into your hypnotizing eyes. On stage they were dark. Distant, longing for something more but they were still mesmerizing.

Now with you on his lap your eyes looked brighter. Almost like an angel. That’s when he felt the need to ask you “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel forced.”

For some reason you trusted him. You didn’t know why and he for damn sure didn’t know why. You got up and slowly removed your heels, then your tights, your coat and your dress. Joel watched. Afraid he would accidentally blink and you would be gone.

You got on your knees between his legs. Those beautiful eyes looking up at him. You unzipped his jeans and tried to tug them down. Joel slowly pulled your hands away and helped you pull his boxers and jeans down.

His cock was stored so good away in his boxers that it slapped you in the face when it was freed. Like a tentacle. You knew it was big. No man would be so hesitant to drop his drawls unless he knew it would be so big your organs would fill it.

And tonight your organs is going to be rearranged. Properly, because this man is way too sweet to rough you around and not clean you up.

You grip his thighs and take his cock in your mouth. You worked your head up and down. Moving in a circular motion.

Joels hands hovered over your head. He wanted to gag you. He thought about it just a little. But the last thing he would do was something you didn’t want.

Joel cared too much, liked you too much to run you off. You felt his fingers brush against your hair and look up at him. Slowly pulling his cock out with a little pop.

“You can pull my hair if you want. I don’t mind you can do anything”

You were too sweet, too fucking nice. Someone could hurt you. He couldn’t let that happen. You were his now.

Joel tugged your hair and pushed you back down on his cock. You gagged a little before sucking. You liked the way he was grabbing you. Forcing you, choking you.

He wasn’t like the other men using you for their pleasure. He was gentle under the roughness. He wanted to make you happy under it all.

After Joel came he held your chin. He watched you swallow. And right after he inhaled your lips. The way he kissed you was enough alone. He pulled you up in his lap and tossed you down onto the bed.

Joel hovered over you, looking down in your eyes. Joel caressed your cheek. It was almost like he was falling for you. Joel had to tell himself that was ridiculous, you just met. You just met and he wasn’t ready to scare you off.

Not yet. Not when he just got you.

Joel pulled your purple slip over your head. He took you in. Black lace bra, black thong, black tights. Everything matched. You were a stripper, of course everything matched.

You were his stripper. Joel kissed from your neck down, between your breast, under your breast, your stomach, your hip, your tattoo.

Joel pulled back and read your little ink tattoo on your v line. Joel ran his thumb over your V line.

“Immoral”

He fucking loved that. You could be immoral together. Immoral tonight. The way he planned to fuck you that would be Immoral.

He kissed your tattoo again and single handedly unhooked your bra. A condom sat between your tits. Joel grinned amused.

“Safe girl”

He tossed your brs and ran his thumb over your nipple. He took one between his pointer finger and thumb. Tugging it gently to earn a moan from you. And then leaned down and sucked the other.

Fuck he was a pro. For a middle aged men that was shy at the beginning he was a fucking pro.

He needed more. Instantly. Thunder cracked outside. You looked over out the window watching the ran. As you were hypnotized he pulled your thong down and tossed it to never never land.

Joel snatched the condom from between your tits and ripped it open with his teeth and slid it on.

Joel wasted no time, no warm up, no pussy eating just straight thrusting. He wasn’t gonna wait not no more. He didn’t have it in him. Not now.

He held your stomach, rubbing it as he fucked you. His mouth your neck. He fucked hard, he fucked needed you tonight. He needed you all night. From the start.

The whole time he fucked you he loved it. You loved it. He made you moan so loud the creeps next door listened. He made you moan so loud he didn’t know you could be so loud. You came three times in 25 minutes. He came twice. Your nipples had bite marks in both sides. Your neck had hickeys. His back had scratches, his hip had a bruise from where you hit him too hard. Your hair messy and sweaty.

Joel laid next to you and pulled you to his side. You yawned and laid on his chest. For a moment you listened to the rain. You watched as purple flashed into the room. Joel kissed your jaw.

You sat up and got out of the bed. He grabbed your hand and sat up to kiss you. You smiled against his lips as he rasped “Where you goin”

Got his voice was raspy. Texaian raspy. Damn. You murmured “Gotta pee” He let you go and you walked to the bathroom. The shitty motel bathroom that you got your world worked it. It was perfect, perfectly shitty.

From now on this would be your shitty hotel with Joel. Your immoral, shitty, thin walled hotel.

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ private session

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word Count - 5.8k

Contains - smut (18+), cunnilingus, fingering, choking, breath play, clit play, penetration, strap on

Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - Shuri got comfortable, manspreading on the leather surrounding her as her silver gleamed through the depth of the room. Everytime her mouth would slightly open, you could see the jewelry coating her bottom teeth and you couldn’t help but give into the leap that coursed through your blood. It only fueled you more, adding to the way you performed for the woman in front of you. You danced around the pole with ease, using your arms, legs and ass as tools to bring the money in. At any regular private performance, you usually dance without getting distracted by intrusive eyes, but her eyes were different. Those dark browns were laced with desire, evident to the lust that seeped underneath

Tags - @abenomeiiii @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @shuriszn @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @vixentheplanet @lustfulbarbie @pocketsizedpanther @axailslink @tishszn @tishtingz @generallysapphic @heejayy @hetr0ph0bic @zayswriting @vampzxi

Writers Note: this was fun to write lolll. I didn’t proof read as thoroughly as I usually do, so my bad if there’s mistakes. And again, ntm on my google translate Xhosa. Have fun!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The night was young, the money was flowing, your mind and body were loose. The music was heavy in the distance, echoing through the walls as you got ready for the night. You didn’t care about your family or friends' judgment on your choice of occupation. You needed the money, and you loved the grind. The pole gave you power; power amongst men, women, and even yourself. You loved the way your touch would bring people to life as you woke their hidden desires. You tugged onto your fishnet stockings, pulling them up until it hugged your mid-thigh. You attached the stocking clips to their intended area before you admired the way the bright pink, lacey material hugged you in all the right places and left you bare and open where necessary. The music continued to blare in the distance and you went to go meet the rest of your co-strippers.

“Girls, girls, GIRLS!” Josh (your manager), yelled in a frenzy. All of your eyes flashed instantly to him, as he flailed his arms in hysteria. It was a mixture of fear and excitement and you all wanted to know what was going on. “Shuri Udaku, THEE Black Panther is here!!”

All the girls gasped and squealed in excitement, rushing to complete their looks before they attempted to put on their best show.

“Fuck, I didn’t even wear my sexiest piece!” one of the girls groaned.

“Nevermind that, look at my makeup! Had I known her fine ass would be here, I would’ve put more fucking effort into my fucking face!” yelled another.

Their laughs vibrated through the room, and you tried to keep your cool. You were excited and nervous, this much was true. But Shuri was just another client. Another person to try and pull money from, and you knew she had a lot of it. You decided to drive all skittish emotions away and focus on your grind; focus on the techniques you would use to lure in the cash. Her cash.

“Let’s go girls, let’s go!” Josh rushed. You stroked your long box braids that were now placed in a high ponytail, as you and your co-strippers made your way out.

None of the girls tried to make an effort to try and hide their excitement, all eyes pierced the room for the Panther herself. Your eyes lightly scanned the dimmed space, finally met with the dark, lean figure that was Shuri. She was wearing a black tracksuit and she was embellished in silver, from the watch on her wrist, the rings on her fingers, the chain on her neck, and the grills on her teeth. She was dapping people on the way in, posing her silver adornments for all to see. She looked expensive. You subtlety rolled your eyes at the sight. Rich people and their arrogance.

Josh huddled you and your co-strippers in a circle. “Pretend your life and the life of this club depends on you guys. Dance like you’ve never danced before. We getting this cash tonight.”

And with that, you took your position on the stage, gripping onto the metal bar in front of you as you slowly made eye contact with the Panther in front of you. Shuri eyes you before whispering to the person she is sitting beside. Nevermind that. You begin to do what you do best, becoming one with the pole as you embrace the sensual music coursing through. The other girls do the same but you want to do your best. BE the best. Shuri leans forward, manspreading with her elbows resting on her knees. She’s looking at you and only you and for a moment the room goes still. Your heartbeat quickens and Shuri smirks as if she can hear it. Your grip on the pole is firmer as a result of your palms being more sweaty than usual. You’re annoyed that it is taking more effort to focus on your performance than it normally does, but you can’t help but think of how incredibly hot she is. You’ve had attractive clientele before but she was…wow. You notice the other girls eyeing you every now and then, their gaze carrying slight jealousy in the way Shuri is looking directly at you, but you chose to ignore it. You crawl towards her, pumping your ass in the air with intent as you sensually move towards her. Shuri got up from her seat and you can see the cash just peeking from her pocket. This made you smile. You proceeded with your performance, splaying your legs open and that act right there pulled a smirk on Shuri’s face. The money flew in the air and onto your body, but you didn’t stop and neither did she. You knew this was your best show yet and your richest clientele.

As the song came to a close, Shuri gave you one last look. It was a look of possession and it made your core tighten. She began to make her way to Josh and your eyes grew in curiosity. All of your co-strippers' eyes were on you, and they did not look happy but you brushed it off. Josh made his way toward you.

“Y/n, let me talk to you real quick,” he softly demanded. You obliged, as he pulled you into the change room. “Continue doing your thing girls,” he said to the others.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“Oh no, you’re not in any trouble at all. Actually, you're probably my favorite person in the world right now.”

You couldn’t contain the confusion written on your face. “The fuck does that mean, Josh?”

He laughs. “Ok so, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing, so if you don’t want to, then say no but I’m really hoping you say yes…so basically, Shuri was very much pleased with your performance and would like a private show with you.”

This made you even more confused. This was normal. Private dances were normal, so why was Josh making this situation a bigger deal than it needed to be?

“BUT,” Josh continued, “she wants one somewhere completely separate from the club. In her own private room. Y/n, she offered to pay almost FOUR TIMES the amount we usually make in one night. Not to mention what you’ll make for yourself…”

You ponder for a second as your gut grows warm with suspense.

“So what do you think??”

“I…I think that’s crazy but yeah…yeah, I’ll do it.”

“WONDERFUL! You always were my favorite!” Josh exclaims in pure excitement. “And remember your rights and the rules, and don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with..or do whatever you want, it’s none of my business, just be safe, ok?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Incredible! You’re incredible!”

Josh helps you put on your large fur coat, and takes you to your escort.

“Well damn girl, look at you go,” Josh says as you step into the limousine.

“This is crazy,” you say with a smile.

“Go get that coin girl.” You smile once more, more than ready to collect what’s yours.

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Shuri was not in the limousine with you, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. The limousine made a turn into a gated house and your jaw dropped.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

The driver pulled up, and helped you make your way to the door. Her grasp was gentle and you can tell she’s used to bringing girls here.

“Thank you ma’am.”

“My pleasure,” she says with a slight bow in her head. You let out a crooked smile.

“I’m an erotic performer, ma’am, not royalty. You don’t gotta act like you’re lesser than.”

The driver lets out a small smile. “I’m just doing my job.”

“Well…thanks anyway. I can take it from here.”

The driver made her way back to the vehicle, and pulled out. You let out a deep breath before approaching the doorbell.

“This is fucking insane.” And before you even get to ring the doorbell, there she is, leaning on the door frame of her unnecessarily large house.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Her voice was low and velvety. You stand there for a second, basking in her dark frame. She was a tad bit taller than you, even in your heels and she had a build that happened to be both light and heavy at the same time. Whatever confidence you had on the stage earlier is almost completely devoured by her presence.

“Well shit, I’m here,” you snark. She grins with a thrill.

“Come inside.”

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The interior of her place was insane, absolutely nothing like you had ever seen before. It looked rich but not rich in a typical sense. She had East African art elaborated throughout the space. The walls changed from a deep red, to cream to black, allowing a different flow throughout. It was not what you had anticipated at all.

“I have houses like this around the world, sthwanda,” she comments, breaking the silence. You roll your eyes at the statement. She was clearly showing off.

“Uh huh,” you reply, pretending to be uninterested. She smirks like you were a challenge, and maybe you were.

Finally, after hallways and rooms filled with what were probably extremely expensive artifacts, you finally made your way to the basement door.

“Come here.” You take her hand as she guides you down the stairs. When you reach the bottom, she walks towards the door pushed the furthest into the space. “Follow me.”

You do as she says, making your way to the secluded room in the already secluded basement. She opens the door, motioning for you to step inside. The room is dimly lit with pink lighting, a mirror covering the entirety of one wall. There’s a large leather couch stretching on the opposite side of the mirrored wall, and in the middle is what you’re here for. The pole. You could tell it was different from your average pole. You walk towards it, lightly tapping on its exterior.

“Is this made of that vibranium shit y'all be hiding from the world??”

“Mhmmm.”

“And you just keep a big vibranium pole…here? For anyone to break in and grab?”

This makes Shuri laugh hysterically. The silver layered on her bottom teeth shimmer in the depth of the room's lighting. “I’d like to see them try.”

You swallow down hard, mentally preparing yourself for what the night has in store for you.

“Take the jacket off.”

Your stomach jumps a little at her command, allowing the faux fur to drop to your ankles. You’re exposed, truly exposed. Not like how you were on that stage not too long ago, because now it was just the two of you. You could feel the ambience of Shuri’s eyes soaking in your body. She slowly walks around you, appreciating every curve and every angle. You notice she lingers behind you, her eyes trailing down your plump ass swallowing your g-string.

“Nice.”

You wince at the objectifying comment. “And this is just a private show, nothing more. Don’t try touching me or anything cuz I’ll beat your ass, for real.”

Shuri takes a step back with her hands in the air. “Whatever you want, nkosazana.” She takes her royal place on the leather couch, getting comfortable in her intimidating demeanor. “You got a favorite song you like to dance to, sthwanda?”

“I can do anything. You pick.”

A crafty smirk appears on her face and you almost immediately regret your decision in granting her control. She taps on one of her kimoyo beads, dimming the lights in the room a little more. Suddenly “Porn Star” by August Alsina begins beating through the room and you’re taken aback. This was one of your favorite songs to dance to. “Do what you do best, my pretty girl.”

Your pussy tightens at her words. “My pretty girl.” You mentally clock yourself in the head, reminding yourself that she was just another client and you were here to make bank. That was it.

You grab onto the pole, startled by the way the beat of the music ran through it. You could feel the song pulse through the metal bar, this was new. But you embraced the challenge, welcoming the song with open arms as you began your sultry performance. Shuri got comfortable, manspreading on the leather surrounding her as her silver gleamed through the depth of the room. Everytime her mouth would slightly open, you could see the jewelry coating her bottom teeth and you couldn’t help but give into the leap that coursed through your blood. It only fueled you more, adding to the way you performed for the woman in front of you. You danced around the pole with ease, using your arms, legs and ass as tools to bring the money in. At any regular private performance, you usually dance without getting distracted by intrusive eyes, but her eyes were different. Those dark browns were laced with desire, evident to the lust that seeped underneath. She savored in the movements of your body, yet never failed to keep eye contact with you. Her stature was bold and demeaning as she rested her hand on her crotch between her manspread legs. And that made your core grow damp.

“Shit,” you faintly whispered to yourself, pissed off at the way your pussy oozed at the sight. This has never happened to you before. You calmly ditched the pole, lustfully walking towards her as your breasts bounced with each strut. Shuri’s eyes went wide, clearly focused on the way your breasts jiggled. You use that power to your advantage, as you began your intimate performance with the Panther. You place your ass on her lap and begin grinding there. Your movements are sensuous and slow, all with the wishful intentions of draining her pocket. Or so you thought. You catch yourself as your mind wanders to fantasies you didn’t ask for, and you curse under your breath.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“Nothing.”

You continue with your performance, very much aware of the way Shuri handles you and she handles you well. You finish your work the same way you did on that stage, your legs splayed wide open, revealing the dark moisture displayed there. You gave into the lust that eased its way into your body and the way it made your pussy ache for her. Shuri’s eyes were bloodshot with sin, almost drooling at the sight of your wet panties and what hid underneath.

“Now what do we have here?” Her fingers are just lingering right above your pussy, your clit impatiently throbbing at her tease. You pushed your pussy forward, provoking her and it was driving her insane. She bit her bottom lip in frustration, eager to get her hands on you. She experimentally traced her way up your thigh, somewhat shocked that you did nothing to stop her. She proceeds, making her way to the spot between your legs but you closed your legs shut before she could get to where she really wanted, where you BOTH really wanted. You stand up, hovering over her as you grab her jaw in your hands. You place your lips inches away from hers.

“That’ll be an extra $500. $700 if you make me cum,” you whisper into her. You begin to walk away but she grabs you by the hips aggressively, forcing you to face her. She grabs your throat, pulling you in. You let out a soft moan, and you can tell Shuri loved it.

“You sound pretty like that,” she mumbles into your ear. You gulp at her tight grasp, desperate for her touch. Your face softens, no longer in your dominant state you tried to protect. “And don’t act like you wouldn’t do this shit for free.” She lets you go with a slight push, slowly taking out five $100 bills, placing it in your bra in the crevice between your breasts. “I own you for the night, understood?”

You nod your head in agreement and once again, Shuri’s tight grasp finds it’s away around your throat, pulling you in. “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you’re mine for the night, nkosazana.”

“I’m yours Shuri,” you say through limited oxygen.

“Again.”

“I’m all yours Shuri, fuck my pussy please.”

Her grills gleam under her perfect lips. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Y/n.”

“You gonna behave for me tonight, y/n?”

“Yes Shuri.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Finally your deprived lungs have full access to the oxygen around you as Shuri takes back her place on the couch.

“Take those off,” she demands, motioning to the only thing covering your pussy. You hesitate for a second before you immediately let the lace hit the floor.

“Fuck,” Shuri hisses under her breath. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

You can’t help but let out a pitiful smile.

“Sit down, spread your legs, and put that pretty pussy up against the pole for me, sthwanda.” You were confused, but you did as she said. You sat down on the floor, its coolness sending shivers up your spine. You slowly opened your legs, pressing your drenched cunt up against the pole in front of you. You inhale softly at the contact with the metal bar, slowly beginning to grind in an attempt to gain some sense of relief. Shuri taps one of her kimoyo beads.

“And don’t cum until I tell you too,” Shuri says. And with that, the same song begins playing again, the pole vibrating to its heavy beat and you moan instantly.

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“Fuck Shuri! Fuck, oh my-ohmyGOD,” you moan through shuddering breaths.

Shuri looks unbothered, as she begins to play with her kimoyo beads once more. She taps away, allowing the volume of the music to get louder resulting in an intense vibration coursing through the pole and back onto your clit. Your jaw drops, your mouth forming a perfect “O” at the stimulation.

“Shuri, I’m gonna cum,” you whine.

“You better not.”

“Shuri I…fuck. Oh, FUCK. I can’t. I can’t hold it anymore baby.”

Shuri rolls her eyes in response, lowering the volume of the music as the pulsations through the pole slow down along with it, but it doesn’t help. The graceful movements glide over your clit in heavy, beating motions and you release yourself right then and there.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Shuri. I can’t, oh my…FUCK.” Your body caves into a tingling ecstasy that you have no control over. Your slick runs down the vibranium pole and Shuri makes her way over to you.

“I said don’t cum unless I tell you to, did I not?”

“I tried, I swear,” you manage to say as you collect yourself. Shuri helps you get up, cupping your face in her palms. She brings your lips to hers and she does not hesitate to slide her tongue into your mouth, tasting you in all your glory. She slid another hundred into your bra.

“You’re lucky you looked good while cumming on my pole like that,” she says into your mouth. You let another moan milk off your lips. Shuri takes two tattooed digits and pushes them beneath your folds, earning another pathetic whimper escape you. You’re still achy from your orgasm, and her slender fingers skimming your swollen clit was doing nothing to ease the situation.

“Shuri…oh shit.” You drop your head into her shoulder, muffling moans into the fabric of her tracksuit. “Fuck baby, stop playing for real. Fuck me.” You’re borderline begging at this point and you hate it. You were usually the one in control when it came to these private sessions but for the first time you feel small. Helpless.

“And if I don’t?” She continues caressing your clit, and your knees begin to buckle up as you feel another orgasm approaching the threshold.

“Shuri, stop please.”

“Look at you, sthandwa. You look fucking pathetic.” She presses harder into your clit, and your mouth drops open in desperation.

“Shuri…SHURI.”

“That’s right, y/n. Be a whore for it.”

“Shuri…fuck. Tell me I can cum, please.”

Your knees almost give out, but Shuri pulls away instantly. Your dew tugs with her fingers, but she breaks the line as she sucks her digits dry. You dig your face into the nape of her neck, admiring the tattoo that rests behind her ear. You were so close yet Shuri denied your pleasure and it made you want more. You breathed heavily into the material before Shuri yanked your box braids, forcing your eyes on hers. She cups your drenched cunt, her fingers so close yet so far to where they need to be.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Fuck you,” you challenge, teasing your limits. She reacts instantly, forcing you to bend over onto the couch. Your ass is up in the air and your cheek is pressed against the leather below. You feel an intense sting course through your thighs as Shuri slaps down hard on your plush ass. She does it again. And again. Tears run down your face in pleasure at the degrading act, your pussy clenching with each hit.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“You, Shuri. YOU.” You’re reckless, desperate to spill all over her hands, her face, literally ANYWHERE on her body. She slaps your ass hard one last time, sending electricity up your spine and down your cunt. Your ass is sore, and she caresses your skin to ease your pain. She tugs your braids one more time, locking your eyes with hers.

“Fucking behave.” She gently releases, placing a kiss on the top of your head. She sits down on the couch beside you, patting her lap so you can take a seat.

“Sit, nkosazana.” You oblige, sitting between her spread legs. Your ass pressed against her pussy, and she breathed in sharply at the contact. You rest your back on her chest, becoming fully submissive to her reign. Shuri unclips your bra, your cash spilling all over you. She runs her hands down your thighs, prying them open with effortless determination.

“Look,” she says, pointing to the mirror in front of you. “Look at that pretty pussy of yours.”

You obey her, admiring the way your legs spread open, your cunt rich and swollen. Shuri begins trailing her fingers between your folds, and your back arches almost instantly at the contact. “Relax baby, relax.” She continues her slow strokes before shoving two fingers up your wet entrance. She pumps in and out, massaging your tight walls and you whimper beneath her touch.

“Unh,” is all you manage to say between her playful strokes. She goes harder. Deeper. Curling just right to hit the forbidden fruit. “UNH.”

“It feels so…”

“It feels so what? Use your words, baby.”

You’re fucking trying, but the way she fits so perfectly into you is prohibiting you from forming a coherent sentence.

“You feel so good,” you finally say.

Shuri takes her free hand, and wraps it around your throat, squeezing firmly on your windpipe. Your moans become broken at the restricted oxygen, and it pushes your orgasm closer.

“Yeah that’s right, baby. Choke.” She squeezes harder, and you buck your hips forward at the impact. You look up at the reflection of tattooed fingers drowning in your cunt. You watch the way Shuri’s eyes lock on your dewy center, and you thrust harder at the image.

“Shuri,” you gasp. “I’m gonna…fuck. I need to cum, please.”

“Just hold on baby, let me enjoy this view a little longer, yeah?”

“I…ok.”

“Uthixo ntombazana (Good girl).” She adds in a third finger and you begin to moan her name like music, and she was the composer. You thrust with every pump she gives you, your ass pushing against her pussy with each drive. You earn a small moan from her which drives you mad. The pressure coursing through you is unbearable, and you literally fight with your orgasm. You want so badly to please her, and do as she says but it’s all too much.

“Shuri, I need to cum, fuck I can’t hold it any longer. Please let me cum.”

“Cum, sthandwa. Spill on my fingers. Let me see it.”

And with that, her words pierce through your skin and her fingers do not halt. A wave of euphoria throbs through your walls as you buck your hips through your orgasm.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. FUCK, that’s feels so fucking good, shit.”

“Who owns you??”

“You.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“You, baby, YOU. Oh my fuck, unh. Oh my god you feel so good.” You collapse into her chest, breathing heavily as your mind and body return to earth. Shuri removes her fingers from your inside you, bringing them to your mouth as you suck your pleasure off. You suck with sensual intention, imagining your tongue in other places.

“Wenze ngokumangalisayo, sana (You did amazing, baby).” You’re clueless to the words that are coming out of her mouth, but the sound of her using her native tongue against you makes your body shiver.

“Get on your knees, y/n.”

You pull her words in you as you gather the strength to collect your limp body, kneeling down in front of the Panther. She shallowly pushes her fingers beneath her pants and past her boxers, swooshing her fingers through her wet pussy.

“You hear that, y/n? That’s all you. You did this.” She pulls out, and shoves her fingers inside your mouth. “Suck.”

And you do. You hum into her fingers, licking her slick right off. She fiddles with the band of her boxer briefs, motioning you to pull them down. You do.

“I should tell you, this is gonna be another $200.” Your voice is seductive. Sultry.

Shuri smirks. “You talk too much. Why don’t you shut up and use that tongue for other things, yeah?” She spread her legs open, exposing her wet cunt to you. You know exactly what you have to do and you do it. You take your tongue, and lick one flat stripe up her pussy. You inhale her juices, salivating in how drenched she is for you.

“Fuck,” she groans. “Fuck, yeah baby. Just like that. Fuck my shit.”

She grasps the back of your neck, pushing you further into her pussy. You take your tongue and dance with it, swirling around her clit. She sinfully moans your name, as you fuck her with your mouth.

“Look who’s the whore now,” you say into her cunt. Your face is completely submerged into her, swiping up and down, in and out.

“Fuck,” she moans. “Shit, y/n. I’m gonna cum. Keep doing your shit baby, yes. You’re doing so well.” She gently arches forward, drowning you in her sex. It’s almost suffocating, but the sound of Shuri moaning your name without regret makes you forget you need to breathe.

“Fuck Shuri, you taste so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Shuri is on the brink of cumming, you can feel her pulsate on your taste buds.

“Cum baby. I wanna taste it.” Shuri grinds faster, fucking your face as she releases herself into your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n. SHIT, baby. Just like that, yes. SHIT.” You tongue fuck her through it, slowing down your pace as she comes down from her high. You remove your face from her saturated pussy, placing one last kiss on her clit and she inhales sharply at the gesture. You bring yourself to her level, placing your lips on hers as she tastes the power of your mouth.

“You taste fucking good,” you say one last time. Shuri looks at you, her eyes tracing back to her state of dominance. She pulls your waist in as you stand in between her spread legs, your fishnet stocking being the only thing in the way of you being completely naked. She stands up and hovers over you. She gives you a smirk, her silver lined teeth give you unholy thoughts and you can only hope she plans to ease them.

“How do you feel about making a little extra?” You gulp, anxious to see what she has in mind but eager to feel her again. The truth is, you would probably do it for free, but sex and money was the corrupt solution to the emptiness you felt in your pussy. You needed more.

“You know I’m down to make some extra cash,” you say into her. Again, Shuri grins with pride. She places you on the couch, stomach side down. You push your ass up in response, greedy for her touch. Shuri chuckles at the gesture as she taps her kimoyo beads once more. Her strap hugs her crotch like it belongs to her. Bringing your ass closer to her, she takes the tip and places it just enough into your folds that you already begin to moan.

“And remember…you cum when I allow you to cum,” she repeats.

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Her length is smashing into you, destroying your pussy walls as your ass pushes back into her with each thrust.

“Oh my fucking god, Shuri…OH MY GOD.” Tears of sexual bliss stream down your cheeks as your pussy welcomes her in.

“Take this dick, sthandwa. Be a good girl for me.”

The position makes it feel as though she’s tapping your stomach, and your jaw clenches on impact. She pauses for a second, removing one of your fishnet stockings off your legs. You use those few seconds to catch your breath…until you feel it. Shuri takes the stocking and wraps it around your throat. She pulls, applying just enough pressure for you to slightly gasp as she resumes her brutal pace. You love it.

“Oh my fucking god,” you say through heavy pants. Shuri pulls tighter, choking you. You stick your tongue out in response, your lungs need the oxygen but your pussy flutters with the restriction.

“That’s right, y/n. Don’t fight it. Just struggle baby, I’m right here.” Even through the restricted airflow, your moans are pitiful. You are completely under her dominion as she rams further and further into you. “Keep sticking that pretty tongue out, I wanna see you choke.”

She feels like heaven inside you, and you can sense the way your juices run down your thighs with no shame. Your pussy walls contract, the blood inside you preparing to put you out of your misery with each viscous stroke. Shuri eases her grasp, allowing you some air.

“Shuri, baby. You feel so good, please don’t stop. Choke me again, I’m so close.” And with that, the stocking tightens once more.

“Your pussy is amazing, y/n. Fuck. So fucking tight.”

“I’m yours.”

“Louder, I can’t hear you.”

“I’m yours Shuri, I’m…shit. I’m gonna cum.”

“Not yet.”

“But--”

Shuri yanks the stocking tighter, forcing your head up.

“I said not yet.”

You fight with every cell in your body to not cum. You wanted to make her proud, make the Panther proud. You bite down on your bottom lip, whimpering as your box braids trail down your back. You turn your head, in awe of the reflection staring back at you. The sight of Shuri’s tight grip on your throat as she owns you is cathartic. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm of her thrusts, your arch was perfect.

Shuri moved like a pro, evident that she does this often but you did not care right now. You needed her and you let her have her way with you. Her dick fucked your walls like they knew you all too well, and you could do nothing but embrace the impact. Your pussy began clenching harder and harder around her grip, leaving Shuri no choice but to give you permission to let go.

“Fuck. You can cum now, y/n. It’s ok, let it out.”

Finally, your pussy gives in, allowing you the most out-of-body experience imaginable. It’s mind shattering, the way your walls contract up against her and you ooze with satisfaction. You dig your face into the leather beneath you, your moans muffling into the material but Shuri yanks you back up, making sure she can hear the sex falling off your tongue.

“Holy shit, baby. I’m still cumming. It won’t—it won’t stop.”

“Let it all out, y/n. I wanna hear it. Show me how good it feels.”

Your orgasm refuses to stop and everything you know about control is out of the question as you completely submit to your pleasure.

Finally, Shuri eases her grasp, bringing full oxygen back to your lungs. She takes out her strap, but your walls are still throbbing from its earlier impact. She lies on her back, placing her face just under your pussy so she can lick you clean herself. You moan, as she pushes your pussy onto her face, using her tongue to suck you dry. Your orgasm is still going, and this was not helping.

“Shuri, I…I can’t.” She doesn’t let you go. You don’t want her to let go. You ride her face lightly, until she decides that you’re done. She releases you from her grasp, and you collapse on the couch. You reposition yourself so you're laying on your back, catching your much needed breath. You are both physically and mentally tired. Shuri stands up, pulling herself together from that intense workout you shared.

“Kiss me,” you beg. Shuri rolls her eyes, but she does. She leans down, and places a kiss on your forehead before she reaches your lips. She gently placed her fingers on your head, tracing your perfectly crafted box braids.

“I did them myself,” you say with pride, still catching your breath from her touch. Shuri smiles.

“You’re really fucking pretty, you know that right?”

You bite down on your lip, nodding a faint ‘yes’ to please her.

“Mhmm.”

“Now tell me, nkosazana…which of your clients have ever made you feel like that?”

You hesitate, not wanting to give her the satisfaction, but it’s no use. “None.”

She pulls out more cash, slowly sliding it down your abdomen until she reaches your cunt, stopping there. You moan so easily, and it makes Shuri chuckle. You look down, admiring the site of fresh cash resting between your thick thighs. It was the second closest thing to sex.

“And which of them pays you this good?”

“None.”

“And how many of them are as good looking as me?”

You roll your eyes at her cockiness. “None.”

“So tell me y/n, what reason do you have to work at that club when you can just work for me?”

You pause for a second, basking in her request.

“Shuri?”

“Answer me.”

“...none.”

“Then it’s settled.” ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

[haitani-maki]

𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢

MDNI +18 Shio Yotsurugi x Fem!reader

English is not my first language

TW: Stripper, overstimulation, pet names, orgasm, creampie, breeding kink, sugar daddy(hidden feelings), missionary, standing position, rough sex, reader 20+ Shio 30+.

Stripping wasn't your first choice to pay the bills, but it paid. It was also a quick way to get out of your parents' house, who made it very clear that they weren't going to help you financially after you graduated. With that began his journey jumping from strip club to strip club. The most recent one was a club that brought in CEOs, politicians, high rollers, in general, the filthy rich.

You were in the dressing room adjusting your makeup, perfecting the sensual look that would make any man do whatever you wanted. You were a tease on stage, drawing them in, leading to the private dances that made you a lot of money. There was only one strict rule in the club, no fucking the clients in the club. Which wasn't a problem for you, making a lot of money just from dancing.

Taking one last look in the mirror, the house mom calls you to come on stage. The two pieces left almost nothing to the imagination, delicate straps on her thighs and glitter all over her body. Your stage name is announced, men and more men screaming at the hearing your name, you were their new favorite sexy little thing.

Your body hit every beat of the music playing, in front of the stage the exclusive seats were already occupied. A man with a well-fitting white suit, short blonde hair with black streaks. He was new here.

You maintained eye contact, his eyes traveling all over your body while you were dancing. Hips swaying, a seductive smile, you glowed as you spun on the metal pole. He talks to the bid counter, his eyes never leaving you. No matter what price it was, he wanted you.

As you left the stage you were called by the house mom 'Yotsurugi Shio bought a dance from you, he's a well-known punter.' - She approaches - 'Apparently one of the CEOs recommended you, we're lucky he's here today, he's a bit picky. You've got him all night in private room five.' - She says as she adjusts your clothes and then sends you to the private room where he was.

Going up to the private room, neon lights illuminated the way, some dancers entering and others leaving. You finally arrive in room five.

Opening the door, you could see Shio sitting in the middle of the couch. A tall, stout man with a serious look on his face as he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips. The purple lights in the room enhancing his features, you had to admit that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He turned his attention to you when you entered the room, leaving the glass on the table and gesturing for you to come closer

'Come here pretty girl, let me take a good look at you.' - His voice was deep, golden eyes stared at you from top to bottom. For the first time you were nervous.

Walking towards him, Shio gives two pats on his lap, wanting you to sit on it

'You're a pretty little thing.' His words were warm in your ear, causing shivers. Shio's big hands running along your curves.

'I'm glad you think that way.' - You pressed your hands lightly to his chest

Shio's hands sliding down your thighs and finding the rightful place in your ass

'Just relax Mr. Yotsurugi, I will take good care of you.'

Your hips started swaying to the beat of the new soft music playing, the feeling of his hands lightly gripping your ass as you rubbed against his semi-hardened protuberance.

You change position while your back presses against his chest. Feeling his lips brush against your neck, the smell of the whiskey he was drinking still lingers on his breath.

'Tell me how a pretty girl like you ended up in a place like this?' - One hand running down your body, while the other hand squeezed your inner thigh.

'For the same reason as many. But I like what I do.'

'What a shame. A pretty little thing like you doing it for money, what would happen if you had sex with a client right now? I can afford it, you know.' - Shio holds your waist, pressing you down a bit, making you feel his volume now hard. Even dressed, you could feel it was big.

'I lose my job. The amount of money I earn here is too good.' - Shio lets out a low chuckle

'But there's a loophole, isn't there?' - He brings a hand to your breast, groping it

'Mr. Yotsurugi, I do not have sex with clients.'

'It's a shame, the reason I've come today is because I've heard very good things about you. And I wasn't disappointed with what I saw.' - He continues - 'It would be a shame if I let a precious thing like you slip away.'

Shio tightens your thigh a little stronger - 'I can make you experience what it's like to be taken care of by a real man and never have to worry about money.' - He whispers in your ear

You slightly turn your face to look at him, able to see what he was thinking.

Of course, several men had already made offers to you, but none of them came from a man like Shio.

'It seems I got your attention. Just listen to my requests and you can have whatever you want.' - He says with his lips close to yours.

And now, here you are on Shio's penthouse. Months after quitting your job at the strip club and accepting Shio's requests. Expensive dinners, luxurious gifts and as much money as you want. Shio was fulfilling what he promised while he only wanted one thing from you. The only thing you both didn't expect was for feelings to start blooming.

Your breasts pressed against the cold wall, Shio sliding his thick cock inside you with deep thrusts, you felt completely filled.

His moans were muffled by the skin of your neck as he mistreated the area. The collision of your bodies causing jolts, propelling it upwards and pressing it even harder against the wall. Yours moans joined with the noise of their intimacies, you felt your apex approaching.

In a quick move, Shio withdrew from inside you and turned you to him. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he effortlessly lifted you and pressed your back against the now warm wall, penetrating you swiftly. Shio sealed his lips in a heated kiss, hitting that sensitive spot inside you with a single motion, making you moan against his mouth.

You separate due to lack of air. Your nails dug into Shio's defined back, you scream with intense orgasm.

Shio continues with precise movements inside you, prolonging your pleasure while their once intense golden eyes now look at you with love.

He guides you to the bed, laying you down on it, you can see his member completely soaked.

Shio penetrated you again, the privileged view of his abdomen moving and contracting, leaving you even more excited. You ran your nails over his tattooed arms, heading towards his abdomen to feel him

A hand of Shio's, which was resting on the bed, went towards your neck. Squeezing the spot tightly, you contract your intimacy with such an act.

'Fuck, so tight.'

He pulls away, holding each of her thighs, watching his thick cock disappear into your pussy. You roll your eyes as you feel him go deeper, kissing your cervix

Seeing the small bulge with each thrust in the lower part of the pelvis.

One of your hands began to move down your body until it reached your pussy. Your index and middle fingers began rubbing your clitoris in circular motions, causing your body to feel the familiar knot once again.

Shio became wild with this sight.

The force behind each thrust was pushing you to the limit

'Mmhm S-Shio, just like that.' - Your back arched and a white ring formed at the base of his cock

Shio leaned forward, kissing you again, your arms wrapping around his neck. His thrusts never stopping, drawing loud moans from you.

The Shio balls slapping against your swollen lips, you could feel your third orgasm approaching with each deep thrust he gave

'I'm going to give you every drop, I will make you mine.' - His thrusts became more confused - 'Only mine.'

You could barely pronounce anything beyond his name. Your third orgasm hitting you, with Shio instantly following you, letting out a slurred moan as he thrust a few more times filling your pussy.

Maybe becoming Mrs. Yotsurugi wouldn't be so bad.

©Reblogs are welcome, do not copy or translate

[satansapostle6]

Dangerous Men | Klaus Mikaelson

“Dangerous men make good pets.”

Regina makes a powerful friend in Klaus Mikaelson.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content

Chapter One: Cherry

Klaus Mikaelson watched like a predator stalking its prey. He knew he had more important things to be doing, but he couldn’t help himself. The way that girl danced was something he couldn’t explain.

He was under her spell in a way he’d never been with any woman before in his life. He never would’ve guessed that the devil could know heaven.

“Would you like a dance?”

Niklaus Mikaelson looked up, without consequence, as one of the girls working the floor of the club approached him.

“…No, thank you,” he shook his head politely, blue eyes locked on the beautiful dancer up on the pole with the long ebony locks and perfectly bronzed skin. “What’s her name?” he pointed, determined to find out everything he could.

“Cherry,” the young vampire informed him.

“No. Her real name,” Klaus insisted.

“But, Mr. Mikaelson,” the young woman began, “The club policy—”

“I don’t care about the fucking club policy,” he warned her, a threatening look in his eyes.

She immediately cleared her throat, terrified of the Original vampire.

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. Her name’s Regina.”

“Regina what?” he asked impatiently.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know,” the dancer apologized quickly. “You can ask Steve!” she provided.

Klaus Mikaelson grinned, finally having gotten somewhere. “Alright. I suppose I’m asking Steve.”

He found himself at the club until long after closing. After the customers cleared out and the dancers all made their way to the back, he waited patiently in front of the white Porsche parked out in the lot, the car he had found out belonged to Regina Lugo. She was outside within the next half hour at the most, lavish fur coat draped over her black dress.

Klaus’s eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman, cracking a darkly seductive smile as she dropped her arm, designer bag in her hand.

“Hello, love.”

“The club has security, you know,” Regina said curtly. “They stay until all of us leave”

Klaus chuckled, admiring her composure. “I’m not some customer asking for your number,” he told her patiently.

“Aren’t you, though?” she wondered.

It was becoming more difficult for him to contain his amusement. Regina was, of course, a beautiful woman. Beautiful in a different way than many of her coworkers. Her beauty was timeless, and sacred; there was something indescribably mystical about the darkness of her eyes and the natural cascade her hair.

“I don’t want your phone number, love,” he assured her, his voice nothing more than a suggestive purr.

“Then what do you want?” she asked him, still cautious of him. “Again, keep in mind, security.”

Klaus humored her, as if security could actually stop him.

“I’m not like all the others, you know,” he remarked, dangerous and debonair in his leather jacket. “I could actually give you what you want.”

“And what do you think it is I want?” Regina wondered, crossing her arms.

He smiled, understanding her skepticism of his character.

“Anything you want,” he promised, stepping closed as she just watched him, not quite disturbed enough by him to perceive him as an immediate threat. “I could offer you anything. Not just a spliff, or a Chanel bag.”

Regina looked at him with curiosity, pulled in by his confidence.

“Who are you?” she questioned.

“Niklaus Mikaelson,” he answered truthfully.

She stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed as she tried to place him. The one thing Klaus liked about Regina was that she seemed resourceful, and strategic; she aimed to know everything about the world she was a part of, in order to thrive in it. Not necessarily conquer it, but thrive in it.

Her lack of trust in him, as well as her lack of enchantment, drew him in to her even more.

“You’re one of them,” she realized, looking into his dark blue eyes.

“‘One of’ what?” Klaus asked her coyly, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know exactly… But you're one of them. The ones who get whatever they want when they come in, week day or weekend. The ones who own this city,” she said thoughtfully. “And I’m not talking about through government, or corporations. You’re one of the ones who really own the city. Aren’t you?” she concluded.

Klaus felt himself genuinely impressed by her insight. She was smarter than most of the people in New Orleans, he gathered. She had put together almost all the pieces when most weren’t even aware of the puzzle.

“You’re a perceptive little thing, aren’t you?” he said softly, his undeniably handsome face only inches from hers.

She didn’t answer the rhetorical question. She didn’t seem afraid of him at all, like a little girl pressing her face against the glass at the zoo to see the pretty tiger.

“What are you, Niklaus?” Regina asked curiously. “A rock star? A millionaire? A gangster?”

The guesses she’d made were funny to him.

“Right question. Wrong solutions,” he assisted her.

“The club owners and some of the other girls are afraid of you,” she remarked, seeming to have deduced this completely on her own. “Why? I mean, it’s obvious you have some kind of money, and influence. But why?” she stared at him with curiosity.

“You’re a smart girl. Why don’t I let you figure it out for yourself?” Klaus encouraged her.

“And in the meantime?” Regina wondered, watching him as she observed everything about him.

He looked at her with sharp eyes as he made up his mind, determined to gain her complete trust. Her trust, he had realized, was something of value.

“Tell me something you want,” he told her, before changing his mind, “No. The thing you want. Something that can’t just be bought in a store… Something with character,” Klaus told her.

“Anything?” she questioned.

“Anything.”

“What if I wanted the queen’s jewels?” she asked him.

“Then I suppose you’d be getting the queen’s jewels, wouldn’t you?” Klaus said without a second thought.

She knew in the specific way that he’d said it that he was completely serious. This man could get her the queen’s jewels. Regina didn’t know how, exactly, but she could tell he could. There was a pause as she tried her best to test him.

“Carmela Soprano’s fur coat,” Regina decided, knowing the point she was making.

Klaus stopped with satisfaction as he eyed her, appreciating her sense of humor.

“That’s what you want?” he asked eagerly.

“That’s what I want,” Regina said with finality.

“Consider it done,” was all he had to say, before he completely disappeared.

Regina had no idea at all where he went, or how he had done it, but Klaus was just gone, nowhere to be seen as she was left panting softly as she tried to reason with her own mind as she quickly got into her car. There was something definitely strange about the man she’d met. What it was, she didn’t know.

All she knew was that everyone at the club had known who he was, to different degrees, and strictly referred to him as ‘Mr. Mikaelson’, even if he wasn’t in the room. Regina knew that it was impossible for people to just disappear into thin air, but she also knew that men with Niklaus Mikaelson’s influence may as well have been the gods of New Orleans.

She knew for sure that she’d made a powerful friend when she returned home to her apartment the following night to find a large, black garment bag hanging inside of her apartment, a note card hanging off of it bearing nothing but a set of initials.

- K.M.

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Chapter Two

[dodorimo]

WIP Wednesday Saturday

Stripper!Tav x Raphael

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The one with the awful dye job?”

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

“Nah, that one is a real blond.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A flash of brown hair. Her heart beats faster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[soujougeurilla]

HEARTLESS — A BAEKHYUN SERIES!

warnings: stripping, baekhyun eyes reader, edging, fingering, slut shaming, car sex, ceo! sugardaddy! baekhyun, stripper!reader, quick mention of taeyong, plus some more shit

wc: 1,4K words

Dancing at Magic city wasn't the easiest place to work at, Half naked and fully naked girls roamed the place pleasing men.

The music loudly blasted throughout her ears, feeling as if all eyes were on her as her body so delicately moved around the pole, twisting on her heel to lift a single leg up, and wrap it around the pole as she continued her dance.

However, one pair of eyes were on her with a drink in hand the entire night, a regular she thought but god knows there was way more to it then just him being a regular.

Baekhyun had his eyes on her the whole time she graced around the place as if she owned it, a strip club was not the place he thought he would continually find himself in, mot until he saw her body gleaming as it reflected the retro light box that shined from behind her, her eyes were closed and her hair was in those beautiful locs he adored. Nobody had ever caught his eye the way she has, and nobody would believe him if he said that he saw a fucking angel at a strip club

Because that's exactly what he saw in her.

[Y/n] was her name, of course he knew that though, he wanted to know more then just where she worked and what she did, because he swore every move this woman did made him fall under a spell, one that only she could cast of him.

She winked at a man in the crowd and the smirk that was plastered on his face was enough to say his thoughts, and he walked into one of the rooms paying for 20 minutes and he requested her.

"yo, someone requested for you in the back for 20 minutes, room 15.. you know go get cleaned up for it." Said her manager, taeyong as he showed her the board and her eyes widened at the tip he was giving her, $5000 for a private dance?

She nodded and walked into the locker room, seeing her friend, Desiree fixing up her edges.

"Hey des, someone requested me for 20 minutes.. and he tipped a whole lot.." she trailed off and bit her lip before Desiree laughed.

"Fuck him, give him the best fuck ever" And promise just laughed and sprayed another coat of deodorant, and applied a few spritz of perfume.

god be on my side, be him please.

And with that she slowly, but anxiously walked her way into the back of the club, entering the room with her fingerprint and there he was in all of glory, a cigarette between his lips and his legs spread out, smirking as his eyes met hers.

"Hey, princess." He gestured her to come in with his fingers and her breath got caught in her throat, in an instant. She carefully angled every part of him, her eyes stuck at his face, since she'd only see him from the back of the club as everyone else threw money.

She walked to him nonetheless, her hips swaying as she slowly walked towards him and he slid his hand from her thigh to her waist, catching sight of the small pudge on her stomach and his eyes slowly made their way back to hers, eyes boring into hers.

"See, i never do spend this much on anybody but you princess.. you're different. Every night i come here to see you on that pole, moving like its your last day alive.. and that, i don't like." He spoke and she felt taken aback by his words.

"Im sorry, but if you come here to tell me im worth nothing then i'll happily leave-"

"I dont like it because i want to be the only person seeing this pretty body. Nobody but me, you gettin' it now? I want to fuck your pretty little head stupid in front of all those scums" He bored his eyes into hers and every thought of hers disappeared, who is he?

"Im sorry sir, but those scums are the reason all of my bills are getting paid, and the reason im able to eat. Those scums are doing more than you" She clenched her teeth at the audacity, really? classic.

"Ms. Kang and Mr. Kang said wouldn't be too happy about your words now would they, princess?" Her breath caught in her throat and she looked at him with her eyes wide.

"S-sir... what is your name?" She hazily clenched her legs together at his nickname, failing to go unnoticed by him.

"Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun." And her eyes widened, of course she knew him.. he owned the company her parents worked at and he was getting her wet?

"Mr. Byun... As much you're the boss of my parents and i wouldn't dare mess around with their boss, but then again.. please don't tell them? about my job.." She backed away but his hand tightened around her waist, causing her body to stiffen.

"Oh sweetheart, dont worry about a job, or your parents, was planning on firing them" Baekhyun chuckled darkly and her eyes went wide, but before she spoke he hungrily pulled her body towards his in a kiss.

All movement stopped in that moment, letting her lips move in sync with his and whine as he bit down on her lip, causing him to smirk before pulling away, finding herself looking lost.

"Ya know, your body is too pretty to be shown off to some snotty ass old men with no lives, Or do you like that hm? You like all eyes on you, my small attention whore" He smiled darkly and reached into her skirt and ripped her underwear off which caused her to gasp loudly.

"So pretty... shame its not mine, yet." Both sides of his face turned up into a smirk and she looked away from him, but he turned her head back towards him, chuckling as she shed her eyes away. "Don't be shy princess, i won't hurt you"

"I wont touch you unless you let me, i want your consent before anything, say it if you want it." He stared at her waiting for her answer and felt a smile coming to his face once he saw her mouth twitch and she fell under his spell easily, leaning her body towards him and moving his fingers closer to her cunt in anticipation.

"I want this.. i want you, please Baekhyun.. touch me." He smiled at her words and grabbed her by her waist, dragging her out of the room and out of the building, where she was then met with an all black Camaro, and of course he opened the door for her which she happily walked inside of.

"Take those pants off, i wanna play with that pretty little pussy while i take you to your place" He roughly grabbed her skirt and slid it down her legs, her underwear falling down soon after.

"M-My place?- Fuck sir!" She yelped and grabbed onto the chair beneath her once he roughly slid three of his fingers in. She clenched around him tightly and she grinded herself down onto his fingers.

"Scream it, scream my name. i'll roll down these windows and everyone is going to hear you scream my name from that pretty mouth"

She threw her head back, allowing baekhyuns fingers to hit deeper into her as she grinded her body into his fingers, making a knowing smirk appear onto his face.

"Baby feels good? Awe, you like daddys fingers in your sopping little cunt? Cmon, say it" He curled his fingers inside of her, getting soft little whimpers to fall out of her mouth rapidly.

"Love your fingers.. love them in my cunt haechan, love it so much" She let out another loud scream of his name, clenching on his fingers tightly as he pushed his hand deeper into her.

He twisted his fingers in her cunt, feeling her legs twitch as he added one more of his fingers inside of her, smirking at her reaction before he swiftly pulled his fingers out of her as he felt her clench even harder down on him.

"Only good girls can cum, show me your a good girl, and maybe i’ll let you cum” And he pulled out of her without warning as he stopped the car, pulling up right to her house and she whined loudly.

"Thats not right sir? you're edgi-" He cut her off and roughly slammed his lips into hers before she pulled away and opened the car door in anger, stepping out onto the sidewalk.

“You're mine. You're gonna take what i give you, you're my eye candy, also check cashapp once you get home sweet thing” He smiled and drove off, and she pulled out her phone to check her notifications and god behold there it was.

— Baekhyun sent you $5000 — “Thanks for the ride love, (**********) call me :)”

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Blonde twink gets destroyed by the clap of Brazil's ass cheeks

Jet stream Sam:

You like Brazilian chads with dummy thicc thighs that save lives, are an avid listener to bury the light, or have probably never played any other Metal Gear game since you are an avid RaidenxSam shipper who tends to forget or not know that Raiden has a wife (to be fair Rose repeatedly manipulated him and is a terrible cook so obviously Sam is the better choice and you have good taste in husbandos).

First Date:

You were at the local strip club, your boyfriend recently having dumped you. You decided you would go get drunk and watch some hot men dance to ease your troubles. You poured down your tequila and burped. "This better be worth it!" You brought all the cash you had on you which was pathetically small since your only source of income was from working at Wal-Mart.

Suddenly bright lights were flashing in neon colors and for some reason it reminded you of your friends rgb pc setup. "Hey ladies, give it out to our first man of the night, the incredibly sexy Corrente de Jato" Next thing you knew, men and women around you were screaming like they were at a boy band concert. "I guess this guy must be really popular huh?" Soon catchy techno music was blasting and out came a rugged yet chiseled man.

"Lets dance!" He began taking off his clothes and was soon only wearing a thong, not leaving much to the imagination. His rythmn matched the beat and you had to admit that he was pretty good because he could do some wicked moves on that dance pole. The money started pouring in. "Yes, yes I like this!" the man thought. In the corner of the room a slight growl could faintly be heard. There was a lone cardboard box. Underneath of course was none of then Raiden.

"That bastard! So this is what he's been up to? Well I think it's time to make my entrance!" He slowly crept to the front of the row. "What the hell is that?" Raiden was bumping into more people than someone playing bumper cars so everyone eventually took notice and stopped paying attention to Sam. "Shit! I think I've been compromised. Alright, plan b!" He tore away the box and revealed himself.

"Raiden? Is that You? What on earth are you doing here!?" The cyborg pointed his blade at the Brazilian man. "I'm the one that should be asking you that! This sword is a tool of justice but tonight I shall prove that I'm the victor!" Samuel laughed. "By all means pretty boy, if you think this is so easy then why don't you try it yourself?" Raiden took this as a challenge and entered the spotlight. "Alright. Girls like hot guys with accents rights? I think I've got this."

He readjusted his sombrero. "Hola, putas! Se habla español." An angry woman threw her beer bottle at him. "TAKE IT OFF!" He tapped the mic. "Please bear with me ladies and gentlemen, the show will start momentarily. El elemento por favor!" He tore off his suit and smirked. "WHERE IS IT?" Raiden thought he was doing everything right. "Huh?" The crowd was getting restless. "WHERE'S HIS DICK!" Just before Raiden could protest and trauma dump to the entire audience about how the patriots removed most of his body, Sam interjected.

"Hey, why don't we get back to dancing!" The boos turned back into cheers and then Raiden noticed the difference in the crowds reactions. He decided to give dancing a shot. He may be Liberian but he is 100% white with the way he danced. "GET HIM OFF THE STAGE!" Raiden was starting to get angry. "YOU GUYS JUST DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROBOT! BESIDES, WHAT'S HE HAVE THAT I DON'T!"

In unison the drunk patrons began yelling "NO DICK! NO DICK! NO DICK! NO DICK!" The cyborg sighed. He began to feel himself losing to Jack the ripper. "Fuck this, I'll just kill Sam and go home." he thought. Raiden tore the dance pole down and began to use it like L'Etranger. He went to stab Sam but the man managed to parry him. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?" he screamed. Unfortunately for Raiden, he was oblivious to the fact that Samuel hadn't been dancing at all but had been doing capoeira.

"SHOW ME A GOOD TIME JACK!" Everyone began to evacuate as the two men battled and the speakers began to play the only thing I know for real. The building was soon turned into rubble and the men lay there motionless, panting. "Well I'm out of a job now blondie so you better find me some work." Raiden let out a loud "GOD DAMNIIIIIIT!" and curled into the fetal position. He didn't want to deal with this shit again.

[alexagirlie]

Take it Off

This is a repost as I only ever linked to my AO3 which is now locked to just registered users. Plus I make moodboards now lol have to add that in.

Pairing(s): Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred Summary: "Is that the guest performer? Why is he so hot? I want to fuck him? Can we fuck him?" Finan groaned and walked off without answering any of Uhtred's rapid fire questions "Behave!" He pointed a finger at Uhtred to emphasize his point. Uhtred grinned. That wasn't a no, which meant Finan wanted to fuck the man as much as Uhtred did. Warnings/Tags: Pole Dancing, Stripping, Hook Up, Threesome, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex

Uhtred was pacing back and forth in front of the bar, a disgruntled Leofric was behind the polished wood cleaning glasses in preparation for that night's opening. "Why do we even need a guest dancer?" He fumed, before turning to face the bar and slammed his hands down on the wood. "We have me!"

Leofric grunted but said nothing which caused Uhtred to frown at the other man.

Uhtred opened his mouth to complain more when the front door opened letting in a stream of blinding sunlight. Both men looked over when Finan walked in, followed closely by the hottest man Uhtred had ever laid eyes on. Which was saying a lot since he regularly had Finan naked and begging in his bed.

His face was all angles, sharp cheekbones and a jawline Uhtrid wanted to bite red and purple marks into. His hair was loose and fell around his face in dark curls, just long enough to brush his broad shoulders and would be the perfect lenght for Uhtred to grab while fucking him.

His mouth closed with a snap of teeth and he couldn't help but stare as Finan led the man through the club and into the hallway leading to the performers prep area. He flushed red at being caught ogling the newcomer when the stranger shot an inquisitive look over his shoulder as he walked past and disappeared down the hallway.

"Uhtred." Leofric sounded exasperated. "Uhtred, no."

Uhtred ignored him "I need to fuck him."

Leofric groaned and went back to preparing the bar for that night. Uhtred's mind was already on how he could possibly seduce the strange man. 

He was still lost in thought, fantasizing about how he would like to worship the newcomer when Finan came back out, this time alone. He walked over to the bar and leaned back against it. He took one look at Uhtred's expectant face and groaned. "Uhtred, no."

"Is that the guest performer? Why is he so hot? I want to fuck him? Can we fuck him?"

Finan groaned and walked off without answering any of Uhtred's rapid fire questions "Behave!" He pointed a finger at Uhtred to emphasize his point.

Uhtred grinned. That wasn't a no, which meant Finan wanted to fuck the man as much as Uhtred did. 

Uhtred passed the time until the club opened stretching, he had a rigorous yoga routine he did before a performance to help keep him limber and loose. It also served to focus his mind and he was able to forcibly put his dick brain away. Mostly anyways. He kept hoping for another glance of their guest but to his disappointment the guy stayed in his changeroom.

It wasn't until Uhtred had already done his performance for the night and was grabbing a drink at the bar before he started his rounds on the floor when the guest performer, who he now knew was named Sihtric, came on stage to perform and Uhtred was able to lay eyes on him again.

The voice of their stage manager Osferth came over the PA system and announced their next dancer 'The Danish Boy' and Uhtred was mesmerized. 

Sihtric strutted out on stage to the opening chords of "Be My Daddy" by Lana Del Rey and he looked like sex on legs. His hair had been braided along the top of his head and Uhtred could see that the sides were shaved short and he had a tattoo which curled around his ear and down his neck that Uhtred hadn't noticed before.

He wasn't in some cheesy, cliche costume  that Uhtred had seen a lot of dancers use but instead was wearing black joggers which hugged his ass perfectly, a black tank top topped with a black leather jacket. Simple but looked so good on him. He kept his moves simple and precise as he stripped each item off until he was left in tight black lace panties and Uhtred was almost drooling. 

Sihtric was far more muscular than Uhtred had anticipated and his gaze followed the thick curve of his shoulders and pecs, down the washboard of his abs and along the v of his groin until his gaze locked on the bulge barely contained in those panties. Even while soft they were barely able to keep him contained and Uhtred's mouth watered. He was also covered in more tattoos. He had half sleeves on both arms covering him in norse runes from knuckles to elbows and as he turned around Uhtred saw a pair of black wings with norse knotwork and runes running down his spine.

He had never wanted to get on his knees for someone so bad in his life.

Then Sihtric grabbed the pole, the muscles in his biceps bulging and Uhtred's mind went blank as the other dancer pushed off the floor and swung himself up and around the pole. Uhtred had seen dozens of pole dancers over the years but none had ever shown the same level of strength and athleticism as what he saw during Sihtric's performance. The way he was able to suspend himself so effortlessly, moving himself into all manner of sexy positions. His muscles flexed and released and as the dance went on his skin began to glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. 

Uhtred wanted to lick it off. He was so entranced that it took Leofric chucking a damp rag at him to snap him out of his stupor and get him back to work, his break well over. 

Uhtred was more determined than ever to seduce Sihtric. He just had to execute it perfectly, his mind racing through all the different approaches as he gave lap dances and signed posters, all the while praying to the gods to make the night finish faster.

After all the performances were done and the club was doing last call and getting ready to close up, Uhtred was released from his duties on the floor and secluded himself in his private change room. He had just finished showering and had pulled on a fresh pair of black sweatpants when there was a knock at his door. He slung the damp towel he had been using to dry his hair over his bare shoulders and answered the door, thinking it would be Leofric or Steapa with his cut from that night.

To his shock, Sihtric was the person waiting for him on the other side of the door.

The other man looked freshly showered and was dressed in his street clothes. His hair was damp and tousled over his forehead and had been released from the braids he wore while performing and left loose to curl around his shoulders.

Uhtred was struck dumb with how handsome the other man was up close and under proper lighting. His eyes were two different colours, one a deep rich brown while the other was a mix of lighter brown and a stormy blue. Uhtred was embarrassed to find himself getting lost in them immediately, he was normally much more suave, and had to internally shake himself out of his stupor instead of just standing there like an idiot.

Hey grinned "Hey, what's up? Uh Sihtric right?" He held his hand out for the other man to shake.

He grinned harder at the firm shake and as Sihtric licked his lower lip enticingly. "Yeah Uhtred right? Finan asked me to meet him here?"

Uhtred frowned. "He did? Why?"

Before the other dancer could answer, a familiar Irish accented voice answered for him. "Because you're too predictable luv." 

What Uhtred didn't know was that Finan had already propositioned Sihtric, knowing that he was exactly Uhtred's type. He'd told Uhtred off because he didn't want the silly man to come off too strong and scare the dancer off.

Finan wrapped a well muscled arm around Sihtric's shoulder and ushered him into the room, forcing Uhtred to step back out of the way so he could close the door.

Uhtred was super confused. "Wha-." Before he can get any answers he finds himself slammed against the closed door and warm lips pressed against his.

Finan devoured his mouth, his tongue pushed its way between Uhtred's lips and into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. His lover pressed against his left side and slotted a leg between his thighs and Uhtred moaned at the pressure against his half hard cock.

He was only just realizing what was happening when a second warm body pressed against his right side and Finan released his mouth only for the Irish man to turn his face to the side so he could meet the mismatched eyes watching them heatedly.

Uhtred tilted his head back against the door, silently begging for a kiss and Sihtric obliged. His mouth was warm and wet and tasted like mint toothpaste and just a hint of leftover whisky. 

Uhtred moaned at the scratch of Finan's beard against his skin as his lover sucked hard on his neck, no doubt working to give Uhtred the mother of all hickeys that he knew he would get shit for his next shift.

Sihtric pulled back from their kiss with a wet, slick sound then he flashed Uhtred a cocky smirk before he dropped to his knees at Uhtred's feet, his mismatched eyes never leaving the other dancers. Uhtred moaned as together they got his sweatpants pulled down and his hard cock sprung up and bobbed in the air, the head red and leaking.

"You want Sihtric to suck your cock sweetheart?" Finan whispered in Uhtred's ear before he nipped at the dancer's jawline sharply.

Uhtred nodded his head vigorously and moaned again as Sihtric wrapped a dry, calloused hand around his cock and gave it a few leisurely strokes. 

He gasped as Sihtric took the head of his cock in his mouth and sucked gently, then harder until Uhtred couldn't stop the bucking of his hips into that wet, warm cavern. As his cock slid across Sihtric tongue he felt a shock of cold metal and realized it was a tongue piercing. The contrast against the warmth of Sihtric's mouth sent a jolt of heat right to Uhtred's cock and it throbbed.

"Does his mouth feel good on your cock sweetheart?" Finan's voice had deepened to a rumbling growl with his arousal. 

Uhtred whined and opened his mouth to answer but instead choked as Sihtric sunk his mouth all the way to the base of his cock and swallowed around the head. He did it a few more times, making Uhtred gasp and moan louder and louder before Sihtric grabbed one of Uhtred's hands and placed it in his hair and encouraged Uhtred to fuck his mouth by relaxing his jaw and opening his mouth as wide as it can go, Uhtred cock just resting on his tongue.

Finan groaned in his ear, voice deep and commanding. "Fuck his throat baby." Uhtred was conditioned to listen to that voice and his hips pressed steadily into Sihtric's mouth. "That's it, Uhtred, give the good boy what he wants."

Sihtric moaned and gripped Uhtred around the thighs, prompting him to thrust faster and faster, harder and harder.

Uhtred was lost in the heat of Sihtric's mouth, in the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of Sihtric's mouth, in the silky feeling of his hair between his fingers as Uhtred gripped him tight. He was so close to the edge and all it took was for Finan to reach behind Uhtred and press a saliva slicked finger against Uhtred's hole for him to go tumbling over it.

Uhtred moaned as he came down Sihtric's throat, the other man constricting around his cock as he swallowed. He slumped back against the door, sweaty and panting hard when Finan reached down and pulled Sihtric off his knees and kissed the other man deeply, chasing the taste of Uhtred's spend from his mouth.

Uhtred watched in a daze as Finan pressed Sihtric against the counter, hands cupped around his jaw so he could adjust the slide of their mouths so he could kiss Sihtric deeper. They were so fucking hot together and Uhtreds half hard cock gave a twitch as it started to fill back up. When they finally came up for air Finan pressed biting kisses across Sihtric's jawline then nipped his ear.

Uhtred could just hear the words his Irishman growled out. "Would you like Uhtred to fuck you, pretty boy?"

Sihtric moaned and reached down to begin undoing the buttons of Finan's shirt. "Fuuuuck yes. Fuck me!"

Uhtred watched with hunger as Finan and Sihtric undressed eachother and Finan turned Sihtric around and bent him over the counter.

He looked at Uhtred over his shoulder. "Lube luv?"

Uhtred flushed as he grabbed a half empty tube out of his backpack and passed it to Finan who immediately got to work. Uhtred watched entranced by the sight as Finan worked his way slowly up to four fingers, all but fucking Sihtric with them as he got the dancer ready for his cock. He was fully hard again and he reached down and grasped his cock at the base to help relieve some pressure as he waited.

It wasn't much longer until Uhtred ended up balls deep inside of Sihtric as the other dancer was bent over the dressing table. Sihtric felt amazing around his cock and Uhtred was sure he had been blessed by the gods as he paused with his hips pressed to Sihtric's arse and just breathed, trying not to come from the tight heat wrapped around him.

It was made all the harder when Finan pressed up against Uhtred's side, pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders. He felt slick fingers trailed along his lower back and dip between his cheeks to rub against his hole. Uhtred moaned and shifted his weight, torn between staying pressed inside Sihtric heat and pushing back against the promise of Finans talented fingers inside of him. 

He didn't have to struggle for long as Finan seemed to be past the point of having patience left to tease him and pressed two of his thick fingers into Uhtred. Just enough to get him good and wet, eager to get fucked. The dancer preferred to feel the burn as he stretched around the girth of Finan's huge cock.

Soon Finan was pressing his cock into Uhtred and the three men were moving in tandem, a smooth, hard rhythm which saw Finan slamming into Uhtred which in turn pushed him into Sihtric. They worked well together and Uhtred soon lost himself in the pleasure, each thrust of Finan's cock inside of him hitting that perfect spot that made him see stars, the vice grip Sihtric had around his cock and the sounds he was pulling from the other dancer's mouth echoing through the room.

Sihtric was loud, each thrust punched a moan out of his open mouth and Uhtred was addicted. He didn't care who might be able to hear them, our about how unprofessional it was to fuck someone in his change room. They would never fire him, or Finan.

Good thing too, as Sihtric's volume went even louder as he finally careened over the edge and came, cock completely untouched, all over the floor in front of Uhtred's dressing table.

His gasping moans and the way he tightened around where Uhtred was buried deep inside him pushed Uhtred to his own orgasm. Finan groaned in his ear and bit down where his neck met shoulder as he flooded Uhtred arse with his cum. All three of them shuddered and shivered through their orgasms.

Twenty minutes later finds all three men freshly showered and dressed and making their way out of the club, arms slung over shoulders and pressed close. Uhtred was having a hard time keeping his hands off Sihtric, the taste of him not nearly enough to satisfy and he couldn't wait to get him back to his and Finan's apartment.

They walked through the main floor, passed empty tables and chairs and passed the only other employee left inside. Leofric was waiting behind the bar, arms crossed and scowling, three stacks of cash sitting on the bar in front of him. "Here's your fucking money, arseling."

"Our hero!" Uhtred yelled as he gave Leofric a two fingered salute as Finan collected the money and ushered them out the door and into the cold night air.

[batemansluvrr]

Playing dangerous

A/N: Here’s another one-shot! (Maybe I’ll write something fluff too!)

Word count: 1.3k

You were wondering why Patrick dated someone else if he really wanted to stay with you, and when you asked him that, he got mad. After that argument, you didn’t have the opportunity to see him, but you have to confess, you were a bit happy about it. It seemed like he just wanted sex from you, but you were too distracted by his intriguing charm to understand that from the beginning. The idea of seeing him mad again scared you. His brown dark eyes would have devoured you with one look. You were trapped in his arms forever. It’s been three weeks since you last saw Bateman, you finally found a new job, you hated it though. You didn’t want to be a stripper, but you needed something to make you feel better after the long argument with him. You loved the cute pink underwear they gave you, but you were anxious because that was your first night at the club. The bright colored lights highlighted the stunning bodies of the dancers, you including of course, but the other girls were already dancing, it was the numerous presence of men watching you that made you move. You started to grind on the pole sensually, then you wrapped your legs about it, turning on the men in front of you. The spectators kept throwing money at you, God, you were so happy about it.

You were almost done working, when from the stage, you saw Patrick and his co-workers watching you and the other girls. You almost fell when you noticed how pissed off he was. You quickly collected the remaining money and ran to the back-stage. “Fuck!” You grunted watching yourself trough the mirror. You got up and went to the bar, hoping not to be seen by Bateman. “A Mojito, please!” You asked the bartender, he smiled and winked at you in response. Once he served you the drink you drank it immediately. You had to leave that place as fast as you could, but you didn’t because you found Patrick right next to you. “Well, Hello darling.” He greeted you with a fake smile. “H-hi Patrick..”

“I rented a VIP room, I’d like to spend time with you in there.” You just nodded and let him take you to that “luxury” room.

“Looks like someone broke Daddy’s rules.”

“I thought we weren’t together anymore..” You admitted in a low voice. He laughed like a maniac at your confession and got closer. “Oh my sweet Y/n.. Did you really think you could escape Daddy’s little games?” He murmured to your ear.

“What you want me to do?” You demanded afraid of what he would do to you.

“I just want to talk to you, right now. Soon you’ll be punished at my apartment.” You sighed and accepted what he said.

“I liked the way you moved, you should do it more often, but not here. From now on, in addition to the weekend, you will spend the whole week with me. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” He squeezed your ass. “Good girl.”

“What made you think we weren’t together anymore?” He lifted up your chin with his two long fingers. “After that argument, I asked you why you were still engaged to Evelyn.”

“I understand.”

“I’m so sorry Daddy..”

“It’s late to be sorry, Princess. You’ll make it up to me at my place.”

“When do we get to leave?” You asked impatiently.

“We’ll see. Now why don’t you show me something?” You sat on the table in front of him.

“Spread your legs.” He ordered while getting closer to you. You did as you were told. “Wider.” Bateman grunted, you in response spread your legs as much as possible.

“Show me.” You moved your panties to the side to show him your tight little pussy. Patrick bit his lip at the beautiful sight.

“God Y/n, you’ve got the face of an angel..” You melted at his affirmation“but you also got the body of a pornstar.” He couldn’t take it any longer so he had to stood up and grab your hand. “I think it’s time to go.”

You finally entered in Patrick’s apartment, you turned to look at him but suddenly you felt his tongue playing with your mouth. “Hmm!” You moaned trough the passionate kiss. “How dare you do this to me, filthy slut!” Bateman yelled scaring you for a second.

“I didn’t know you had the guts to do something like that.” He admitted spanking your ass. “P-Patrick, You treated me differently at the club!” You stammered, feeling his big hand on your pretty curves.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice the security cameras? God, you’re pathetic.”

You were too nervous to look up at him, so you tried too keep your eyes close as his spanking became more painful. “P-please Daddy.. I’its- Ah! I-it’s enough..”

“Shut up you nasty! You know you can take it!” He then continued to hit your delicate skin.

“Get on your fucking knees, now.” You obeyed immediately and pulled down his pants and boxers.

His fully-erected cock made you tremble, but your Daddy simply didn’t care. In fact, he shoved it in your mouth with an hard trust. “F-fuck.. That’s right bitch! Hold me at the back of your fucking throat!” You needed some air and he understand that. “Uh-uh Princess, next time you’ll pay more attention.” Patrick then started to face-fuck you more violently. “Jesus! It gets so tight like this!” Bateman ran his hand trough his hair while watching his irresistible reflection in the mirror.

“You wanna make me cum, don’t you?” You nodded and sucked him faster. “You want it so bad, huh?” He then spanked you again. “No, you don’t get the taste of my cum, you bitch! This is a punishment, fuck. You get it?” You stood up frustrated by his cruel words.

He removed your soaked panties. “I can’t believe you got this wet by choking on my dick. You’re such a whore, you know that?”

Patrick then moved his finger on your clit and started rubbing it. You grabbed his shoulder for support before moaning in pure pleasure. He started finger-fucking you with his long fingers without any warning. “A-ahh! P-Patrick! I can’t hold it any longer!” Bateman just chuckled in response. “Aw, do you wanna cum?” His speed increased and you were about to fall. “Use your words, darling.”

“A-ahhh! Y-yes! Please let me cum! P-please Daddy!” You begged giving him a pitiful look.

“It’s a pity you don’t get to cum, no matter how much you beg.” You whined in reply and followed him in his bedroom. He kissed you roughly before pushing you on his big bed.

“I really like this bra, but it’s so unnecessary at the moment.” Patrick smirked before removing it with his mouth.

“Fuck, I just wanna taste this hard nipples right now.” He then started to kiss, lick suck and play with your exquisite breasts as you were silencing your moans in his expensive pillow.

He kissed you again before shoving in your succulent pussy his long, thick cock, without any warning. You drowned your nails in his back as you heard his muffled moans in your ear. “Mhm Y/n.. You might have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked..A-ah..” His trusts became faster and you kept screaming his name. “P-please Daddy.. A-ahh! Patrick! I really need to cum!” You reminded him, throwing your head backwards. “No.. you cum when I fill your pussy with cum!” You were so happy yet desperate at his affirmation. Bateman attacked your neck, leaving marks of course while his hands were squeezing your perfect tits. “I love you Patrick!” You told him and he murmured something in response.

“G-gonna cum so soon!” You caressed his cheeks while watching his fantastic lips. You realized you didn’t care he didn’t love you, because you adored him and the things he did to you. You smiled at the feeling of his warm seed inside your pussy. Patrick looked at you while you squirted all over his member.

“You really are important to me, Y/n.”

[zhongrin]

Stripper Zhongli is just 🥵

This man will be popular with men and women alike and you who was just drag here by your friends wanting you to see him mostly them btw stating that once you see him you'll never look at another guy that can satisfy you aka get you addicted to coming here and spending your mora after all it is for your birthday or any kind of celebration really and said friends

~~skipping to Zhongli making his entrance and having everyone drooling over him~~

Noticing you from the corner of his eye is a new face he's never seen before and believe me he remembers all the faces that enters his den and you stirred something inside of him like no other and it looks like Morax wants to play with you, to ravage you make you submit to sheer bliss by his hands to OWN you. A thing to note is that Zhongli has two sides that means when Morax come out he's ruthless, possessive and primal while Zhongli is more calm, strict and elegant most of the time it's Zhongli in control but there times when Morax comes out and one of those times is now

"Well what do we have here, a new face in my den~"

All you can do is nod with a blush on your face

"Since you're new why don't I make this special"

As he lean down to whisper in a deep voice that's almost like a growl in your ear

"Why don't I do one of my personal favorite dance for you here and now or in private hmm"

In a meek breathy voice you said

"In private please"

And so he took you to his personal VIP room it was decorated in gold and a bit of red the room almost looks like a place to do rituals but it has a bed in one corner and a pole/aerial silks in the center of the room there's also a mini bar which is where he lead you too

"Why don't we have a drink or two before we get started with the show and I recommend osmanthus wine it's my personal favorite"

As he said that he's handing you a small glass filled with osmanthus wine and you both drink

"Oh my it has a unique taste doesn't it"

"I suppose it does for those who never had osmanthus wine do you not like it"

"N-no it's not that I don't like it in fact I do like it"

"Well that's good to hear then now shall we get started with the show"

Standing up with him he leads you to where the pole/aerial silks are with a loveseat sofa right in front of it

"Now my dear focus on me and only on me let nothing else distract you just keep your eyes on me"

And so your private show began with you giving a nod for him to start as your eyes are glazed over almost cloudy, body heating up uncontrollably with arousal and if anyone saw you they would think you are drunk on something but one thing you did not notice was that Zhongli's eyes were glowing and his body changed into something inhuman for a spilt second before disappearing.

It's the way he moves on the pole/aerial silks it's slow sensual, graceful and elegance it's like he's hypnotizing you with his hot burning gaze filled with absolute desiring lust for you just as the room swell with unimaginable heat and a scent so sweet it's intoxicating making you feel tipsy almost drunk in a way that's leaving you wanting, unsatisfied with the need to be fucked, to be filled with cum and to be nothing but this man no this monster's personal cumslut

"That's more like it just think about nothing and submit to me, let me mark you, let OWN you entirely body, mind and soul"

Just before losing yourself you asked

"W-what and who are y-you"

"I am Morax and I am a demon more like an incubus I you will and you my dear have pique my interest as you are innocent but not that innocent and I wish to make you my mate or toy depending on how things go from here"

"T-then all the t-things you did was an a-act"

His voice sounded like a purr when he answered

"Yes all of it what you saw was all an act the man name Zhongli was merely but a facade and the wine you drunk an aphrodisiac a very strong one in the demon world and most mortals who took it end up dieing in the first 5 minutes but you have last far longer than any mortals thus far"

"M-meaning what e-exactly"

"It means you are one of the rare mortals who can take high doses of the aphrodisiac without consequences and we demons take them as either mates or toys for us to use for our own pleasure"

"N-no way it can't be"

"Yes it is true now choose my dear do you want to be my mate that I will pamper and take care of or my toy that I will break and let any other demon use and if we're being honest I prefer you choose to be my mate"

"I-I will b-be your mate"

"Good now rest once you open your eyes we will be in your new home where we WILL consummate to be as one"

Might make a pt2 or not idk yet but look at the picture dgsbshdnufjdn 😵 but Zhongli don't be shy turn around and let me see that bulge tho

barking whining meowing mewling purring

my entire catholic family would kill me if they ever found out i've stepped into a strip club but yk what for zhongli i'd do it

actually???? modern!au concept where morax and zhongli exist in the same body (something like DID) would be interesting to explore.... though i don't have much knowledge on that subject so i'm not sure if i can write it hsdlfjsldkf but the concept.... oooooh. very interesting indeed.

me after one glass of that osmanthus wine: falls asleep right at the very stool i'm sitting on

aUGH YOU TEASE HOW COULD YOU END IT RIGHT THERE SHEEPY AAAAAAAAAAAAA *screams into my pillow*

[onebigerror]

@araneorum continued from here

the dancer before her had been awful. sterling tried never to shame her co-workers but she’d be the first to admit that this girl sucked. she didn’t even know how she’d gotten the job but she was sure she wouldn’t keep it for very long. needless to say, it wouldn’t take much to put on a better show than what shelly had just suffered through. she could do that even if the stripper before her had been amazing. she was just good at what she did and very confident in her abilities. it also helped that she loved her job. sterling had been dancing for the past three years - since she was eighteen years old - and she didn’t plan on giving it up any time soon. 

seeing shelly’s previous look of boredom disappear was enough to let sterling know she had her hooked. already. mission accomplished. not that she’d ever had any doubts in herself. their eyes locked and a flirtatious wink was given to the woman as she started to unzip her leather jacket and run her black polished nails over her bare breasts beneath. all the men who were practically drooling over her and throwing money were completely disregarded. most were the same losers that came there to pine over her night after night and right now she couldn't care less. all her attention was on shelly. 

the money doesn’t go without notice. it’s more than most of the loser saps out there ever paid her but it’s not her main concern. sterling has money and isn’t hurting for anything but if the other woman wants to shower her with presents, she won’t stop her. she’s busy grinding the pole and circling her already hard, pink nipples as shelly leans forward and places it near her feet. not wanting to seem unappreciative - that would surely get her in trouble with her asshole father - she drops to her knees and picks it up. standing again she tucks it into the pocket of her jacket along with all the other much smaller offerings she grabs off the stage. might as well take the ‘spare change’ the loser men think she needs. 

the song ends and another one starts as sterling lets her jacket slid completely off her slim shoulders. this one was planned especially for shelly. 

'i wanna see your pussy everybody says it's nice...can i can and come and visit? i'll be at your house tonight...'  lords of acid blares from the speakers.

she rocks her hips into the pole as the song plays. at this point she's practically fucking it. stupid men hoot at her and she does acknowledge a few. it’s her job after all. but it’s brief compared to what she gives shelly. it’s obvious that the whole show was catered just to her. 

she swayed her hips a little and played with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers, as the song continued. she moved to the center of the stage for what had to be her favorite lyrics.

'i want to see your pussy, show it to me. i want to bet your pussy ain't as pretty as mine. i don't hide my pussy like you do all the time...'

quickly her hand slipped down to rub the front of her black g-string a little. after that, with one quick motion, she tugged the silk to the side to give shelly - and all those idiot men - something she rarely ever did on stage. there was a quick flash of bare skin before she jerked the fabric right back in place. that was all she was giving for now.

[chiefatticcreator]

Prompt- A Hypno has done the unthinkable, building a harem of the sexiest Pokémon trainers to worship his big throbbing hyper cock. All under the control of his swinging pendulum. Cynthia is on her way to put an end to this!

This was a most unusual situation. This was even quite strange. Highly unlikely, some would say. Others would use the term "extremely improbable", and others would say "very peculiar".

Cynthia had settled on "fucking weird", and she was usually not one to swear, only very rarely doing so. She was the Champion, after all, so swearign was frowned upon for her, which suited her fine since she was not a vulgar person.

But she had been called upon after all the others trainers ahd failed. The men simply vanquished and sent back where they came from, while the girls chose to remain with the Hypno.

Hypno usually only hypnotize one or two persons, and never for long, which was why this case (a Hypno taking control of an area and making himself a harem) was so curious.

So cynthia had packed up and went with her trustworthy Garchomp.

it was a single Hypno, as long as she didn't look at his pendulum she would be fine.

++++

Everywhere she looked, there were women sprawled lewdly. Getting to the Hypno had been easy, his cave unguarded, and all the trainers she had seen had let her pass. But now she had to specifically avoid looking at the hypno if she wanted to defeat him. So, look away from his hands.

And away from May and Dawn that werelewdly making out for him, showing off their bodies as they did.

Away from Serena, who had installed a makeshift stripper pole and was dancing on it for him.

Away from Misty, who was clinging to his leg and kissing... and kissing... and kissing...

Cynthia's brain froze. She struggled to comprehend what she saw. Or rather, she knew what she had seen, and the image and imprited itself in her mind.

A cock. a dick. A dick thicker than her torso, nearly as thich as her body, and almost as tall. A cock that was so huge, veins the size of her fingers criss crossed it, pumping it, making it throb. A cock so big, that it's mere presence radiated an aura of masculinity she had never seen. Cynthia gulped.

"Hypno, this is my first and final warning!" she commanded, doign her best to not look up at his hands... which made her eyes focus on his cock. On this huge, throbbing, juicy cock.

Her mouth watered. "Let them go or you will regret it!" she gulped. Dear Arceus, she could see drops of precum oozing from his tip and falling onto the ground, making her legs quiver in pleasure.

She heard some jiggling noise, and caught the reflection of something silver in the corner of her eyes. She shook her head, focusing instead on the magnificent cock in front of her.

"L.. Let them go." she repeated, sounding unsure of herself.

She needed to focus on this hyper cock. On this amazing dick, on...

"garchomp, knock him out." Cynthia ordered, tossing her pokeball.

Everyone was taken by surprise, least of all the Hypno himself, who had been so used to women breaking for either his pendulum or his hyper cock that he wasn't prepared for the blow that followed.

As soon as the Hypno fell, it was like all the female trainers woke up from a dream. "Garchomp, take this Hypno with us. I think i will need to punish him myself." Cynthia ordered.

And she would need to deal with her sky-high arousal.

[ic3qu33n]

I realized that I needed to post something that isn’t private for once. I was having a little bit of a mental health situation that sometimes I need to work out on my own. I feel much better now. So finally here is:

“What is your parents story?”

pt.2 “my mom”

My mom is the second oldest of 4 children and the oldest daughter. Unlike my father she wasn’t abandoned but she was sheltered to a point of almost being in prison. My mom was born with blonde hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. To her mother she was as perfect as a porcelain doll. My grandmother treated my mom as if she were so fragile. She dressed my mom up in cute dresses, shiny shoes and always wore ringlets in her hair. My mom could play outside. My mother wasn’t allowed to have pets… let me back track a little bit. My grandmother was a very vain woman. She called herself the “Spanish Elizabeth Taylor”. She wore her hair short like Elizabeth and always dressed elegantly, she was always following the latest fashion trend. My grandmother never wore tennis shoes or tshirts and jeans. (even well into her 80’s she only wore pant suits and dressed as if she was going to a business meeting). From other family members I heard my grandmother was the woman that men would obsess about. She loved to go to dance. Thats how she met my grandfather. He was a marine, actually from Arizona and was home visiting before be stationed to Hawaii. They married quickly and had their son (moms older brother). Now this is the first rumor that follows my mom well into her 60’s until I do a DNA test that proves otherwise. My grandmother was pregnant before my grandfather left to be stationed in Hawaii. But my grandmother supposedly had an affair with another man she met at a dance. (Mr. B) So when she started to show after my grandfather left everyone in the family started the rumor and told my mother her whole life that she was a product of an affair. My mom being born fair skin and not looking like either parents she was treated differently. My grandmother became obsessed with the beautiful baby she had and kept her to herself. Soon after my grandfather had returned home. He loved my mother and said she looked like his mother (which we all know now he wasnt lying). Unfortunately my grandfather was killed in a car accident when my mom was only 5 months old. Everyone was upset but none more that her older brother who was 5 at the my grandfather passed away. He blamed my mom for whatever reason and tried to hurt my mom on many occasions. Then one time my grandmother finally kept him away from my mom when he tried to drown my mother in her bath. He was sent to live with family and my grandmother saw him every few days. My mom was 3 when my grandmother remarried. When my grandmother was pregnant with her 3rd child she finally had her eldest son move back home. He was almost 10 (4 1/2 years he lived with family) My uncle still had a resentment towards my mother, when she was 12 he threw a stick in her front wheel on her bike and she crashed into a light pole and then my mom had to had surgery done to her eye and this is where she starts wearing glasses. This is also when my grandmother stops letting my mom play outside. She’s not allowed to get dirty or hurt. So she stays inside and reads books by a window. (Today this is all my mom does, read books) she not allowed to have pets because they might maul her (which as an adult my mom bring home any and all animals she “finds”). My moms life became like that of a caged bird. Pretty and protected/ sheltered.

Anyway we will fast forward to when my mom meets my father, they were 19. My mom wasn’t impressed with my dad at first. But when she knew my grandmother hated him, she married him. Now my mom and dad are in this toxic relationship.

My parents both came from a very hostile, cold and distant family unit. So one thing they told us (their children) growing up was that they would always be there for us no matter if we are the biggest fuck ups in the world… we would never be turned away or abandoned.

Anyway there is so much to type out but I will end this here… I’m sure you will learn a lot about my family over time…my family will pop up in a lot of my “writing”.

[villanevehaus]

tme anon here with my thoughts on Raw. This is going to be way too many notes despite the fact I've actually cut this down to about 1/3 what I wrote originally. I am so sorry, but...

I fucking loved this movie! I watched it twice back-to-back because reasons. Here are toooo many notes:

walking on the side of the road with an overcast sky is giving me donnie darko vib—the fuck! okay, it’s that kind of movie. good dive though, i give her 8/10 for form.

wait, what. oooh they’re speaking french. my silly ass forgot this is a french film. brb guys.

SUBTITLES—there we go, much better

this is not what it was like when i went to college. i mean, a kid did die from hazing, but still

is this…what having a sibling is like? 

oooh specimen lab. sidebar: i have always wanted to see the Mütter Museum 

Carrie’d.

Don’t scratch. Don’t scraaaatch. BUDDY IMPULSE CONTROL STOP IT.

HORSE! This shot is the tits. The sound, the music, the running. 

Hahaha, I hope you wear the dress over the sweatshirt just like that, babygirl, you look ah-mazing.

Vegetarian options be like mashed potatoes and steamed carrot coins. 

WHY DID YOU GRAB IT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS THOUGH, THERE WERE TONGS.

WHY ARE YOU BITING INTO THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF YOUR FUCKING SHAWARMA?

Oh my god, this is like the clown handkerchief trick but for trichophagia. 

i’m an only child, i really, really, really do not understand this peeing sister scene. 

SISTERS CANNOT POSSIBLY DO THIS. (waxing)

Wow, those are sharp scissors. 

How drunk are you that you’re letting the dog lick your sister’s finger stub. Like, sure, eat her finger, but stop the bleeding and keep the dog away. You two are in vet school, you know about surgery and infections and shit. What is this.

She is eating the finger like how Tom Hanks eats the baby corn in Big. HAHAHAHA

I am that old guy with dentures! I laughed so fucking hard at this, I would be exactly this man in the film. 

I have yet to watch Cronenberg’s Crash (1996), but this is just screaming Crash at me right now.

I know this isn’t the focus of this soccer scene, but it cracks me up when men rub their faces together to express aggression. 

This is some very Tina Belcher-quality dancing in front of this mirror.  

Trainspotting vibes. Pretty soon the baby from Yellowjackets is gonna crawl across her ceiling. That’s how this works, right?

Is your sister hitting you with a sock full of coins? Of all the things in this movie, the sound and screaming here is the one making me flinch. 

She blue herself. 

THERE IS A whole ass chunk missing outta his lip. That is beautiful. 

I can see a lot of this in TME, I feel like I’ve been let in on a bunch of little inside jokes, love it.

Hahaha, having sex with her is like trying to catch a fucking snake before it strikes. 

Oooooh, man. That bite, though. Oooof.

The shot at the party that tracks through the kissing couple up to her deliriously horny face sitting against the wall? Amazing. 

How much cadaver did you eat, bro?

BoyfIghts: Sisters edition. (how many AD jokes can I maaaake)

You should probably have locked that door.

(3 minutes later) Yep, shoulda locked it.

I love that you can see blood on the sheets right by her head before she figures it out.

Chekhov’s ski pole. 

Reflection mirroring with the mother YASSSSS

Love wins.

<3<3<3

GOES CRAZY INSANE BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

the horse shot!!! yes!!!

I KNOW SHE JUST PUTS THAT GREASY ASS BURGER IN HER POCKET LIKE GIRL THERE ARE TONGS RIGHT THERE

i am also an only child and was like??? is this normal?? and my femme who has sisters says it is NOT!!! i need to convince people who have siblings to watch it

i also have yet to see crash 1996 i saw an edit of it to a NIN song and was like uh oh i can feel a crash 1996 and titane double feature approaching

i love the AD references i love AD

chekov's ski pole

the end the end the end the end WAWAWA

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT it changes my brain chemistry im sure of it