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johnny mason | 39 | guest | pan | votivehq

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harveyschlong·:

    it was never his intention to partake in any activities outside of his work as a nurse but he was new at votive and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to meet new people. he put on the only flowery shirt he could find in his closet and headed out to the unknown. he looked lost amidst lingerie and toys he’d never seen before. he wasn’t a prude but he wasn’t half as adventurous as the people at this place. he noticed someone else that looked as overwhelmed as him and approached him with a friendly smile. “it’s a lot to take in, right? i usually only ever go to suburban parties. the raciest it got was when they brought out the good wine.”

     johnny looked to the other man and made sure his smoke blew in the other direction. “yeah, you could say that.” he smirked and sniffed out a short laugh. “I’m more of a whiskey man, myself.” tossing his cigarette to the ground, he rubbed it out with his heel. “I don’t really remember seeing you around before. you new?” they guy looked as uncomfortable as johnny felt to be outside of the bar. it would take a minute to get back into the swing of things, but he fully intended to enjoy the festivities. noting his floral shirt, he could see an effort being made on the other guy's part too. “nice shirt.” 

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     he’d been caught in the set up on the way back to votive for the night. it was a wonder he forgot about the major event, but it had been a while and there were other things on his mind. it was a pleasant surprise to see the dawn on the lunar festival though. jeans and a white tshirt was about as fancy as johnny liked to get. cigarette balanced between his fingers, he strolled the booths looking for a familiar face, any face that could distract him for the moment. the smell of foods and the sights of toys, lingerie and all sorts of excitement surrounded him. to the simple man who stuck to the bars mostly, it was a little overwhelming. 

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emmacarson‌:

It must have great value, that guitar pick, Emma thought, for him to have worried about it this way. “It’s not a problem,” she said with a soft shake of her head. “A lot of our guests lead busy lives…we understand that. And it’s our job to make sure they are simply enjoying themselves to the fullest.” Of course, as ever in her work mode, she used the plural ‘we’.  “If there’s anything I could get you, room service or tea or coffee while you’re busy, just say the word.” 

     she was pretty, sexy even. and nice, but then she was probably trained to be. patting his pocket, he nodded his gratitude. this week couldn’t have been more shit if he’d asked it to be. stress knotted his muscles and he arched his back to stretch them out. his eyes were drawn back to her at her words. he wanted to say what she could do for him, but it was a dirtbag thing to proposition a maid. she probably got her fair share of unwanted advances without him adding to her day. smiling, he rubbed the other words away from his lips. “thank you. you’re really sweet.” 

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eliapere‌:

A not-so hidden smirk quirked her lips up when he spoke again – this time, so much more sure, more decisive. This, she liked, she could play this way. Very few ever caught her attention, piqued it in just the right way, but this one? He’d just stepped up to the plate. “Well then.” She stood then ( maybe she wanted him to tear her clothes off ), followed his lead, but grabbed his hand at the last second. “I have a suite,” she hinted, raising her eyebrow. “No need for you to waste time, when you could be fucking me right now.” Leaned in close, lips against his ear. “And I promise, I’ll let you try and make me scream.”

     he stopped at her hand and looked back over his shoulder. his eyebrow went up as a grin spread over his lips. “that works.” he grabbed a handful of her ass when she leaned in. his own head turning into her hair to breathe her in. he licked the side of her neck and took her earlobe in his teeth. “I guarantee you’ll lose your voice before the end of the night.” then he gave her a swift slap on her ass and took her hand to lead her up the stairs. “which room is it?” he said as they navigated the halls. his erection was pressing against his denim and he needed some kind of relief. with a frustrated sound, he swung her around and pinned her against a wall between two doors. taking her face in his hands, he kissed her hard. 

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quxnnmm‌:

“Peachy-keen, Johnny dear.” Quinn said with a saccharine sweet smile. She rested her hands on her hips and placed the now empty cup on the counter. She had known Johnny for a while now. Not well, but well enough to know that she never thought he was good for her tiny little marshmallow heart of a friend. She warned her. Oh wow did she warn her. 

Now, she couldn’t help but say the she told her so. Her smile immediately fell as she took a seat in front of him. 

“I thought you were leaving for good, what with your music career having taken off and all.”  

A gentleman with a (very stupidly) open bag passed by them, catching Quinn’s eye. Before he was too far gone, she reached over and stuck her hand in, nicking a pack of gum before averting her attentions back to Johnny. “Gum?” 

     “don’t tell me you missed me,” he commented dryly. watching her antics, he cringed under the cold wet feeling of his jeans sticking to him as he sat back in his chair. looking across at her, he should his head at her offer. “what are you doing here? checking up on me. so kind of you, considering...” she hated his guts. then again, he wasn’t all that shocked after his last encounter with cassidy. it figures she’d make her appearance now after the way they left things. 

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littlcbirdie‌:

“well… i changed my name to birdie a few years ago…” she shrugged as she brushed some hair out of her face. “i had this whole dramatic changing into a new person thing.” she laughed softly, chewing on her bottom lip for a few moments. “plus birdie fits me, at least i think it does.”

     he smiled at her explanation and nodded in reply. “good for you. a change never hurt anybody. it’s nice to have a fresh start. on your own terms.” he cocked his head to her and considered her as if he were fitting the name to the rest. “that remains to be seen,” he mused with a chuckle. “are you chirpy? do you like to dance around like a disney princess? do you tear your food up in to tiny pieces?” he mimed out he action with another laugh. 

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stevieobryne‌:

“ME?” she asked, eyebrows raised before she reached onto his table grabbing the napkin. “nah, i wouldn’t be following you. there’s no reason too.” stevie teased, before grabbing a pen from her pocket and scribbled a few words down before slipping it into her pocket. “s’more about the fact that i had these words in me head to get down, but couldn’t really do that with all that noise back there.” she explained, she’s been drinking since early. it was her favourite holiday, really. the pride she had in her homeland, but with the extra drinks today – it promised an extra thick accent. “then i came in here, and you were alone, so i figured why not come on over?” 

     he took a drink of water to ward of his pounding headache. considering her across the table, he wondered if he was imagining her. how many irish people did you actually run into on today of all days? he watched her make her note and decided not to ask about it. jerking his chin toward her, he asked instead, “are you lonely?" his eyes wandered past her to where the party could still be heard mutely just past the restaurant doors. johnny leaned over the table and started rerranging the silverware absently. his eyes occasionally darting up to look at her, waiting for her answer or to see if she was still there at all. 

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fadexintoxview‌:

“Am I?” She half joked nodding around to the scantally clad escorts and various men missing articles of clothing. Truly the gaze, the scruff, the longer hair and the piercing eyes instantly made the thin material of the t-shirt on her nipples raise. Or maybe it was the fact that she was near the entryway and it was a bit chilly in her not so formal attire. Tapping his chest lightly the Southern Congresswoman leaned over the front desk slightly, her ass now in nearly full view. “Hello Darlin’ I seem to have been locked out of my Platinum penthouse and I was truly lookin’ forward to my breakfast,” she smiled then turned her gaze back towards him. She was sure she’d never met him before. Some clients came and went, Darcy was a regular. This was her home away from home, if she went more than three months without visiting the Votive she’d get texts, well then again her and Oliver tended to text or snap or send each other memes at any moment. He wasn’t just an escort to her. “How about you join me up in my room we’ll share breakfast and you can tell me all about what brings you to Votive?”

     he gave a shrug, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. as far as he was concerned, she was a lot more exposed compared to them. their lingerie and sexy outfits were as common as the light fixtures, but her in her tiny underwear and shirt... that was a mouth-watering sight. he wasn’t ashamed to take a better look when she put on a show for him. licking his lips, johnny’s eyes darkened at the full vision of her. she looked vaguely familiar, but johnny barely paid any attention to the news. didn’t interest him much. now that he caught an eyeful of her though, he figured he should pick his head up every once in a while. as far as around the resort, well, he kept to his same places and the rest of the time to various rooms when the mood hit. scratching his chin, he covered his laugh with his hand as he came out huskily. “you don’t beat around the bush, do you? sure, I’ll join you. as long as you’re on the menu.” 

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vincemaroney‌:

         there weren’t many people that could spoil vince’s mood just on sight but johnny sure could do it without even trying. vince had happened to see a flash of blonde hair and heard a voice that sounded familiar, but hadn’t thought much of it. until he’d let his eyes wander and found himself recognizing the phantom from his past, much to his irritation. there was a moment of silent contemplation of what to do ; to get up and leave or to confront and well — vince would never say that he made the best decisions. he downed the last of his drink before leaving a tip on the bar, nodding to the bar tender that had helped him before entering the crowd of people, patiently moving through them until he could get to johnny’s table. the question wasn’t directed towards him and he knew that it wasn’t, but that didn’t stop him from tapping on the person’s shoulder that was standing in front of him, clearing his throat softly. “ can we have just a moment please ? it won’t be long, ” he requested with a handsome grin, which immediately fell of his features once he was standing in front of johnny. “ fancy seeing you here. ”

     johnny blinked when he recognized the person behind him. taking a seat like a man defeated, he averted his eyes to their feet. in a million years, he never thought he’d see vince again. that part of his life was behind him. and as far as he knew, his step-brother waned nothing to do with him. “are you staying here?” he found himself asking. more of a thought in his mind, his mouth took over, no longer in his right mind to control the action. it was like talking to a ghost. everything else faded away. it was only them and the sins that lay between them. it would be presumptuous to think he’d came looking for him, though the though did cross his mind. most days, he found himself looking over his shoulder for his mom or some other person from his past to materialize and want to know why. swallowing thickly, johnny looked up at his brother. “you look good.” 

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saskialin‌:

She felt his eyes on her, studying her, undressing her, and in response, she straddled his lap, sliding her arms around his neck. “I’m very good at playing pretend,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. As if in contrast, she rocked her hips down against him. He could spin her any tale her wanted and just for tonight, while they were within the walls of the Votive, she’d play along, she’d believe him. After all, that was half the fun. “Try me.”

     he welcomed her with open arms, his hand went into her hair as his fingers stratched at the nap of her neck. his other arm coiled around her waist as his palm felt the curve of her spine. he hummed under her kissed, and his eyes hooded as he smelled her deep in his lungs. “hm, let’s see. I’m a world famous musician. my song is number one on the charts, and no one can get it out of their head. I’m nominated for a grammy and we meet at the after party. congratulate me?” he turned his face against her neck and placed a hot kiss there. his hips thrust up between her thighs. 

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cassidysxng‌:

“Please don’t flatter yourself, it isn’t a good look.” Cassidy said with an eye roll, throwing his newly washed shirt at him, only to take the unoccupied seat in front of him. She never understood St. Patrick’s day (never participated in it either), but she needed a drink, and if you can’t beat ‘em, well you might as well join em. 

“Glenlivet 12. On the rocks. Make it a double.” She asked a passing waiter before running a hand through her hair and staring at Johnny with downturned lips. “So…” Between them seeing each other for the first time in a while and now, they’ve gone about things the wrong way. Now that she was in a (mildly clearer) headspace, she might as well try to right that. “St. Patrick’s day, huh.” 

     he didn’t realize how much he missed her until she was right there in front of him. it hit him like a blow to the chest. honestly, he wouldn’t have let her walk away the other day if he didn’t think she needed some time. then he was going to go find her the next day; though she’d probably push him away. so there they sat, on st. patrick’s day--an important day for them--with his fucking shirt. he picked it up from the table and put it off to the side, not wanted to be reminded of how they left things. 

     “can you even believe it? apparently it happens every year now.” he couldn’t look at her directly. he looked at her hair. but he could only think of how mess it got the other day with his fingers in it. so he looked at her shirt, but then he remembered how he exposed her breasts as he fucked her backstage. so finally, he looked at her face. he dreaded the sadness there. 

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ofrxsies‌: 

His scent was the first thing that she took note of. It was a combination of cigarettes, something pleasant that she couldn’t pinpoint and a hint of trouble. When she’d walked past him just a few seconds before, Rose hadn’t noticed him at all. Now that she was so close to him though, she genuinely didn’t understand why. He was ruggedly handsome, with his messy blond locks and those rough features. Her heart was tripping over itself and she wasn’t able to articulate an appropriate sentence until he spoke up himself. His sassy quip elicited a breathless, little laugh from her lips and she shook her head.

“I’m good, thank you. I hope I didn’t… damage anything,” her gaze wandered down, in between the little space that separated them, then back up as if to punctuate the meaning behind her words. She slowly loosened her grip on his shoulders after a few more seconds, hesitating, before stood up and claimed the seat next to him. As tempting as the proximity was, she had to remind herself that she wasn’t supposed to be easy. Her company was supposed to be delightful and her touch even better – at a price. This is what they had taught her. 

“It seems that my timing wasn’t all too misplaced though,” she observed, then offered him a charming smile. “Nobody should be alone in a place like this, would you like some company?”

     he felt a loss when she moved to the other seat, but he wasn’t too surprised when she spoke next. ah, the sale’s pitch. he’d heard it one too many times in all his years coming in and out of votive. it was one reason he stuck to his usual's because they were comfortable enough with him by now not to have to review the fine print. he was all too happy to explore his wants and needs, but he liked just as much as management to make sure all the i’s are dotted first. johnny shot her a grin to let her know there was no harm done. “you’ll have to try a little harder next time if you want it rough,” he chuckled. 

     johnny’s eyes wandered back to the stage then to the beautiful red-head in front of him--literally having fallen into his lap. he’d have to agree it was well timed. possibly orchestrated? he shrugged it off though. “do you like to be alone... I realize i didn’t catch your name. mine’s johnny.” he put out his hand to her palm up. in this moment, he allowed himself a good look at her. escorts usually liked to wear little outfits as they picked up new clients. even though he didn’t mind the weight of her in his lap, it didn’t give him an opportunity to take her all in. the full effect. 

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brigitteknox·:

“oh, fuck.” the words slipped past full lips, sounding as if they were a curse written in cursive; as if the swear word was dipped in golden honey. her features striking and prominent under neon lights as she leaned closer to the bar, speaking to no one in particular - open to anyone taking up the offer. “one of my old clients just walked in and i really do not want to deal with him.” there’s a small smirk the coils onto her lips, hoping its convincing enough to coax them into a game of pretend. “i’ll buy you drinks for the rest of the night if you pretend i’m yours for the evening - or at least until he leaves.” 

     he looked up at the exclamation but thought it best to mind his business. that was until she issued an open invitation to the bar for a distraction. johnny liked games as much as the next young blood looking for a little excitement on an otherwise mediocre evening. what was life without a little risk? he leaned forward and thumped his cigarette off to the side. “how about I buy you a drink?” he piped up. shrugging one shoulder, he poked out his lip thoughtfully before grinning against a soft chuckle. “might be a tad more convincing, don’t you think?” his eyes shifted to the guy over her shoulder, and something told him he wouldn’t just leave a beautiful woman such as herself alone unless things look pretty serious. “feel free to scoot as close as you like,” he offered in turn. 

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yall I’m so fking proud of me. I finally made that masterlist for all my other muses in the rpg. it’s not much, but hopefully, it’ll be a little more helpful. anyway, if you ever want to plot, just give it a gander and then we can talk it out to our heart’s content. now, I’m going to work on my drafts. I want to try to start queuing replies instead of spamming the dash as I do. generally, just trying to be more organized and such. 

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tobiascainmore‌:

“you’re good,” he calls over the tune of strumming from his guitar,  honestly it wasn’t exactly as if they were in a hurry. johnny was a friend, and again there were many distractions to be had here at votive.  it appears that the real world is really not all that its cracked up to be,  most of the time tobias dreads returning to it, but knows that he does indeed let it bleed here in his writing.  “something new, “ a soft shrug, pause to his playing before he strums once more,  “I don’t know, I just made it up.  you working on anything new?”

     johnny leans back in his seat and tunes his guitar. thinking over how he wanted to answer, he shrugged it off. “I’m in between new things.” once he was ready, he warmed up a bit with an old song of his. humming the lyrics, he started to sing the chorus. his harmonics were rough and deep. the notes scratched across the strumming of his guitar sounding as raw as he felt. after he felt warmed up, he looked up at tob. “show me what you got.”