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✨️🪐 7H in your Birth Chart: How you will meet your Future Spouse / Soulmate 🪐✨️

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7H ruler in 1H

You will most likely meet your soulmate through a place where you are the center of attention, but this doesn't have to be something grand. Just them coming across your social media profile is a great example. You might be fairly closed off in the beginning to them, almost inaccessible. These are more informal places, where it concerns nobody but you. This is a place where you play an important role with either your looks or your thoughts. "You," are the focus.

7H ruler in 2H

You can meet them when you are shopping. Like this is THE example that came to my mind. Places could be banks, malls, stores, even restaurants. This meeting is more steady, like there is no rush, and there is a certain stability to how the meeting proceeds. Go to your favorite restaurants and coffee shops often, you can really bump into them over there. This is also a place where you get some sort of work done on your body, so consider salons, parlours, tattoo shops, etc.

7H ruler in 3H

You are supposed to be meeting them in a locality or neighborhood you visit often. This may even be your hometown. Meeting through siblings or very close cousins is a thing as well. This relationship can start off on social media as well, more on the side of common interests and communication. This can be that one thing where your person has been hidden in plain sight all along.

7H ruler in 4H

This meeting has high chances of happening through either of your parents or close family members. This is more of a traditional placement and in a sense, more slow and gradually building up. This person really is coming at your doorstep, but only when you know you aren't "closing yourself off." Their is a bit of being emotionally guarded in the initial phases of your relationship. You may quite literally meet them at your home, like a delivery person or someone from service like replace AC or fix wires.

7H ruler in 5H

You are meeting them when you are having a fun time. Partying and clubbing is one thing, and if you are into that then there is a chance this relationship can start off as a one night thingy. Otherwise consider picnics, hikes or even just going on a date by yourself. This is an activity you really enjoy and are doing it for the sake of simply doing it. There is no responsibilities or things you have to comform to. You may also meet them through a kid or around some sort of kindergarten/nursery/daycare.

7H ruler in 6H

Oh this one is like that one character which hasn't been unlocked yet, but are around you all the time. They are a part of your routined life, and you can meet them while running errands, at the gym or while on the commute. This is the hidden in plain sight type of person. Continue with your daily life, go on that walk, go to the gym, grab the lunch and they are somewhere around. The first meeting is going to be quite steady, and everything will gradually develop from there.

7H ruler in 7H

This meeting is going to very special, in a way that you won't feel like someone else has a hand here. You will feel like it's just you and your person, whatever the situation. This could start as a partnership of some sort or a friendship. You will meet them more from their efforts, they will make the first contact. There is no hidden meaning or other intentions behind them approaching you. It's very direct, mainly because they want to get to know you. You can meet them anywhere, honestly, with this placement, but it will be more one-on-one. Like believe me, you won't have any other work besides them when you meet them. It's a great thing to have the ruler of your 7H in 7H, so this explaination definitely deserved a longer explanation. You are one of those people who are actually going to be in a strong soulmate connection that will be very prominent in your life. This is magical, even I don't know how to explain this. Look for any placements in your 7H, that will tell you specific qualities about your Soulmate, and perhpas give you specific insights on the meeting!

7H ruler in 8H

You will meet them through other people or through things having to do with other people. It's like a series of events that other people have you involved in, and then you bump into them. Like your friend asked you to accompany them to a party, and then they are like, "Hey, meet this person. They are very cool!" And that person they introduced you to turns out to be your soulmate. You may meet them though after some sort of hardship or change in your life, like a transformative one.

7H ruler in 9H

You can meet them through travel or on social media. Let's just say it, there is a physical distance between you both initially, and they may even be from another culture/country. The 9H always has a foreign connection, always! You may meet them on vacation or while on a work trip. There is also going to be a very interesting few exchanges, like they are from a different place and so you are, and you will have that natural curiosity to understand each other.

7H ruler in 10H

You will meet them through work or some sort of work network. The initial meeting could be very formal and you may have this tendency to think of your "image" in front of them, like wanting to make a good impression, etc. This is not necessarily a co-worker, that's more of a 6th house thing. They are someone new you happen to connect with because of work, like someone a rank lower or high than you, or some new business partner. Common work is something connecting both of you.

7H ruler in 11H

You can meet them through mutual friends, communities or networks. This is a more relaxed scenario, like I know a lot of people aren't just out there social, but think of it as going to a college party with some of your friends and that's where you find your person. It is not "through" someone, instead you will initiate that conversation yourself because you genuinely find them interesting, and then perhaps you get to know that you have shared acquaintances. It's a social place, somewhere you are out of your shell and making other connections.

7H ruler in 12H

You can meet them through some sort of solo activity. Like it is solitude. So maybe you are in a new country and don't know anyone just yet. Some places are hospitals, retreats, meditation centers, certain places of worship, or even certain abandoned places. It is a very calming meeting, like there will be a lot of peace in this. You may even happen to dream of them before you meet. There could be a bit of mystery to the first few meetings. This is a supposed to be a connection that will help you release a lot of karma.

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chlorinecake · 8 months ago

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imagine you booked an oil massage from popular spa/salon or whatever it is. Jake was assigned to you not knowing he is the actual owner and he find you beautiful so he purposely gave you a thin clothes for the massage (bra and underwear thing). He purposely massage your boobs and core telling you it's part of the package you avail not until you felt something entering your pussy and jake pounding you.

Imagine Pervy Massage Therapist Jake…

Who owned a hybrid spa-salon in your city, using both his charm and skills to earn himself immeasurable popularity in the healthcare and cosmetic industry, especially amongst his female clientele…

Massage therapist Jake whose spa danced with calming aromas of lavender and citrus, setting the tone for appointments in his private massage stalls, coupled with his enticingly warm smile.

You had no idea that your assigned massage therapist for the day would be the spa owner himself, his flashy attire being a dead giveaway to his status as an entrepreneur.

When he first welcomed you into the massage room, you quickly caught on to the way his eyes widened behind his specs at the sight of your face, his hand reaching out to shake yours in an almost romantic manner…

Massage therapist Jake who kept the massage room door cracked open as you undressed, his hooded eyes watching intently as you slipped into the bra and panty set he left on the table for you, it’s sheer fabric barely even covering your nipples and other feminine curves or creases.

Massage therapist Jake who despite his essence of caliber, let his roaring sexual impulses take over his mind, knowing much better than to behave so indecently towards a client, but still provided just enough room for the perv inside him to play.

Massage therapist Jake who caught on to your initially nervous demeanor, encouraging you to let him take the lead and speak up if anything became uncomfortable…

Massage therapist Jake who took a shot at making small talk with you as his hands bulged with veins the more he worked into your flesh, the confinement of his pants making his member pulse with need every time you let out a contented sigh from the pressure he applied.

“Ever been touched like this before?”

“N-no… but it feels really nice…”

“Good… I’m glad you’re feeling more comfortable now…”

Massage therapist Jake who reached for the specialized bottle of body oil and drizzled it in pretty shapes along the expanse of your back.

Massage therapist Jake whose hands were strong and skilled as they kneading out the knots in your back, shoulders, and lower spine, the tension is your muscles melting away as with the thin layers he eventually took off of you.

Massage therapist Jake who asked you to turn over on your back now, his eager hands immediately exploring your thighs in smooth strokes and even treading a little higher.

Massage therapist Jake whose touch slid past your hips and waist before finally reaching your breasts, the pads of his thumbs occasionally grazing over your hardening buds as he massaged your tits as if they were personal stress-relief toys for him…

“W-what’re you doing?” You asked through half-lidded eyes, chest heaving slightly as he continued to grope you.

“You booked a full body massage, miss… I can assure you this is all apart of the package we offer here at my spa… trust that you’ll be glad you came here by time our session finishes…”

Massage therapist Jake who continued to massage you in places that no other massage therapist had ever touched before, a certain feeling of arousal over coming you as Jake soon started to take off a few of his own layers.

Massage therapist Jake who would ask “Is this okay?” while already having his thick fingers glide over your oiled up folds, the back of his knuckles bumping against your sensitive clit while his other finger prodded at your entrance. You couldn’t believe all of this was actually happening, but you knew you enjoyed it anyway.

Massage therapist Jake whose fingers felt like heaven inside you, curling up against your g-spot to massage you from the inside out as his free hand stroked your thighs to ease their pleasures trembling. Just as you were about to call out Jake’s name. he snatched his fingers from your heat, telling you to turn back over on your back because he just remembered he had missed a spot.

Massage therapist Jake who made you suck his fingers clean before jamming them down your throat, telling you to relax for him every time you gagged around his digits.

Massage therapist Jake who loved the way you held onto his wrist, tilting your head back as an attempt to escape his fingers but only for him to push his hand in even further…

“Want me to stop now, pretty?” He taunted, pouting at your face as your eyes started to tear up.

You desperately nodded around his fingers, muttering something along the lines of “it’s too much” before he pulled out, smearing your spit down your chin just as his bent down to lick up the spillage with his tongue.

“You taste so sweet,” he groaned while pulling away from the kiss, retreating back to his original position behind you as you panted from all the action.

Massage therapist Jake whose eyes ogled at the sight of your now glistening ass, slipping his pants down to oil up the tip of his cock before sliding himself in, the ridges within your walls tensing at the sudden feeling of him stretching you out.

Massage therapist Jake who held your hips in place as he pounded into your pussy, the sound of your juices being loud and clear given how wet you were from his prior ministrations.

Massage therapist Jake who let little curses slip from under his breath as he fucked into your tightness, smacking your ass as a sign to get on all fours for him so he could touch you more.

“Am I making you feel good, sweetheart?” He huffed in a deep, breathless tone, your tits bouncing against your chest with each thrust as his slick fingers went to gripping your ass hard enough to pull your cheeks open, “would you like a little more pressure this time?”

“Ngh… y-yes, please go harder,” you whimpered loudly, face scrunching up as he forced you completely down again, rutting against you like a dog in heat while pinning your hands above your head.

“Shh baby, I’ll give you watch you want,” he teased, just his hips finally bottomed out this time once he slammed into your core, the massage table shaking from all the force.

Massage therapist Jake whose fingers went to grip at your neck, making a jolt of energy pulse through your limbs as he whispered in your ear, a bit of its flesh hanging in his teeth “play with your pussy as I fuck you, angel…”

And you did just that, slipping your hand down to toy with your sopping wet clit as Jake continued to dick you down, drizzling a bit more oil over you as he propped your hips up to a better angle.

Massage therapist Jake who had never made any of his clients feel so alive like the way he made you feel today, each thrust of his cock sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body as you climaxed around him.

Massage therapist Jake who helped you calm down with some gentle thigh massaging before getting you dressed, handing you a costumer review card to write down your level of satisfaction from the experience.

Massage therapist Jake who walked you out of the spa-salon building and to your car, letting you know to come back as often as you needed for more exclusive sessions with him in the massage room…

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httpsserene · 1 year ago

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𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊’𝖘 1𝖐 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 - 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖘

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞

summary: tainted, virgin!reader is growing tired of grinding against her boyfriends. she’s never touched herself before—no toys, no fingers, no fondling—the friction from a pillow used to be enough. but, maybe having something inside of her isn’t as terrifying as she believed. charles’ pretty pianist fingers don’t look too scary, and they way he raves about how talented max’s daunting thicker fingers are; well, she could be convinced to see what all the fuss is about. content warning: 18+ only. explicit. no penetrative sex. corruption kink. fingering. hand and finger kink. guided masturbation. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. dialogue heavy. max is a brat tamer. word count: 2.7k words pairing: charles leclerc / max verstappen x fem!black!reader soundtrack: pressure • ari lennox

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max stated, “when you get your nails done today, don’t get a new set. keep them natural; you can get polish but keep them short and rounded with no sharp edges.”

you stared at max with a lukewarm expression. it’s seven in-the-fucking morning, and he’s woken you up from your extremely comfortable position tucked into charles’ chest to tell you that you’re getting your nails done and exactly how he wants them done. he must have lost his mind overnight.

“d’you think,” you croaked out, voice unused from sleep, “that getting my nails done will distract me from realizing that my thighs have healed from the friction burn?”

the dutchman opened his mouth to speak but you held up a hand to shush him, and continued scratchily, “‘cause it hasn’t worked. ‘n i don’t even have an appointment to get my nails done? ‘s not happening today.”

“i made one,” he responded with a self-satisfied smile, “it’s in an hour.”

“WHAT THE HELL, MAX?!” you exclaimed, fighting through the layers of blankets tangled around you to make your way out of bed to rush through getting yourself ready. charles, still asleep, snuffled unhappily at the commotion and rolled over facing away from the two of you.

max chuckled mutely as he watches you stumble off the bed towards to en-suite bath, “use my black card–i’m sure it’ll cover the late fee.”

slamming the bathroom door shut, your yell carries through the door, “I WAS GOING TO USE IT ANYWAYS!”

thanks to years of lounging in bed to the last possible second before you needed to get ready, you were exactly on time to your appointment. it’s a boujee “self-care salon” that you don’t usually go to but it’s pretty much impossible to mess up a soak-off and basic manicure. actually, max is paying so there’s really no harm in treating yourself. you go from a basic manicure to the most luxurious mani-pedi package they offer, there’s even a hand, arm, foot, and calf massage included. you leave a healthy tip too; it’s not like you can run up max verstappen’s black card, he won’t even notice.

by the time you get home, you’ve completely forgotten about being mad at max for terrorizing you with morning. but, you’re quickly reminded of why when he jumps you as soon as you walk in the front door, tugging you in by your hands as he examines your nails.

“sheesh,” you gasp, “can i close the door first?”

charles, more awake but still disgruntled (he considers any-time before noon “too early to be awake), apparates from around the corner and walks to shut the door behind you. he wordlessy shimmies your keys and bag out of your hands, and presses a kiss to your cheek, “bonjour, mon coeur.”

“good morning, charlie,” you murmur sweetly, ignoring max’s general incompetence, “may i…” you shift awkwardly on your feet, “can i have a real kiss, please?”

the brunet’s discontented gaze turned to liquid gold warming your body with the amount of love that poured through just one glance. he leans in to kiss you but yelps, flinching away from you at a pinch on his arm from max.

the older man grunts, “bedroom first. then you can make out with each other to your hearts content.”

your legs have turned to mush from deep kisses, so you’re thankful to be seated on top of charles’ lap on your vanity chair. the monegasque has one hand fisted in the curls at the nape of your neck, moving your head to just the angle he likes as he continues to explore past the seam of your lips. he doesn’t allow you to pull away for more than half a second to catch your breath, all of your hums, moans, and whimpers of delight are caught in his mouth. the lust fogs your brain as he nips and tugs at your bottom lip, the soft skin surrounding your lips raw already from his stubble. the weight of his large hand resting on the small of your back combined with the overwhelming sensations has you shifting your hips rocking back and forth on charles’ thigh, yet you haven’t consciously noticed you actions yet. you haven’t noticed how max has been calling your name to get your attention for a while now.

“liefje, come here,” max’s voice has a commanding edge to it, that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand to attention, “you’ve been patient like i’ve mentioned. so, i think it’s time you experience more than one of our thighs, hm?”

you squirm of charles’ lap, prying his hands off your waist when he tries to tighten his grasp, and eagerly make your way over to the foot of the bed where max is sitting–has he been watching the whole time? the monegasque huffs loudly to inform the two of you of how displeased he is at you discarding him quickly at the promise of something more. the younger man stands up and doesn’t manage to take more than one step in your direction before max halts him.

“and where do you think you’re going?” max asks condescendingly, he pulls you down to sit in between his legs, his chest to your back, so you can face charles, “only good boys get to participate. and if i can remember…two days ago, you decided to be a brat.”

the brat in question reddens, “yes! i was…being mean–but, you said that i don’t get to come, not that i don’t get to touch her?”

max shrugs dismissively, and he starts to undress you–pulling off your shirt to leave you in your bra, while he motions for you to tug off your jeans.

“mon chat–this is unfair,” charles whines, “let me touch her!”

“you want to touch her?” max asks, charles nods eagerly in response, “say you were a brat and apologize, and then maybe i’ll let you touch her.”

the brunet gapes at his boyfriend, stumbling over his words for a few seconds, before he turns to look at you, expecting you to help him out. you curl up, dropping your gaze to your lap and pulling max’s hand around you to play with it while he sorts out charles. the monegasque, too stubborn to do anything but disagree with max, clenches his jaw and fists, before he steps and back and sits in your vanity chair again. he crosses his arms across his chest, and turns his head up at max to emphasize his attitude.

“mmm,” the blonde’s chest rumbles behind you, he dips his head to press a kiss to your temple, “he’ll learn how to act once he realizes he won’t be able to finger your pussy, pretty girl.”

you and charles both jolt with matching gasps of surprise at the reveal of today’s sexual exploration. a meek whimper escapes you and max coos sweetly, “do you want to this, liefje?”

you nod shakily, ignoring the flush of heat to your cheeks and the way you press your thighs together a little tighter.

“words, baby.”

“y-yes, maxy.”

“remember the rules: any time you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we can stop or take a break.”

“y-yeah,” you say airly, “ok.”

“good girl.”

max tilts your head to the side and lavishes kisses along your neck. your breath catches at the unexpected attention, you can only rest limply against max as he sucks marks into your skin. he nips teasingly at your pulse point and you tighten your grasp on his hand to prevent yourself from moaning embarrassingly loud. you let your head fall backwards to give max complete access to the length of your throat, and in the motion you make eye contact with charles. his green eyes are piercing–you can see the envy, yet you can’t tell if he wishes he was max in this moment, or if he wishes he was you.

the dutchman moves lower and focuses on bruising up your collarbone, tugging and biting at the thin skin and you’ve quickly lost your ability to regulate your volume. every exhale transforms into a moan and max’s free hand gets more exploratory as a result. his lips are wet and flushed red when he pulls himself away from the expanse of your newly bruised neck, playing absently with the strap of your bra and whispers next to your ear, “may i take this off, liefje?”

“yeah, yes, yes–take it off,” you rush out, turning shy at the sound of max’s amusement, “you can take it off, please?”

the use of manners quiets the man’s laughter easily; something about the way you use ‘please’ and ‘thank you,’ unhesitantly in bed causes his brain to misfire. he rids you of the bra, tossing it at charles, who catches it and stares at max in disdain.

the older man smirks, and brings both of his hands to your chest to ghost the pads of his thumbs against your nipples. the barely there touch had your back arching, pushing your breasts more firmly into his grasp to seek more of the sensation. his chest rumbles behinds you and he steadfastly applies more pressure as he toys with the buds–your moans are more like sharp whines now, and whenever he throws in an occasional pinch you shriek, as your vision already blurs from this level of pleasure. you’ll cum before he gets his hand inside your panties.

you clumsy pull at his right hand, trying to tug it away from your breast to direct him further south, but max tuts disapprovingly and you cease your motions as soon as the sound registers.

“actually, liefje–you won’t need my hand for this part, only my voice.”

you tilt your head towards him to stare in confusion, and max brings his hand up to caress your cheek, “i’m going to teach you how to finger yourself, if that’s okay?”

you gulp, the pressure in your tummy only building, “more than okay.”

max nods, and presses a kiss on your jawline.

“be good for me and touch yourself over your panties, pretty girl.”

you squirm anxiously, but do as he ordered. you drag your hand down past your navel and in between your thighs, trying to keep them as closed as possible without having yourself spread out obscenely. max, obviously, doesn’t allow that to slide, and spreads your legs for you, draping them along the outside of his, his knees pressing outwards to prevent you from slamming your thighs shut. you whimper shamefully, but continue to drag two fingers along the seam of your cunt over your thin panties, the fabric beginning to darken as you start to leak.

“nice and slow until you start to get wet for me, yeah?”

“‘m already wet, maxy,” you murmur, biting your lip to suppress a whimper.

(“merde,” charles groans from across the room, throwing his head backwards.)

max brings his hand down to tug your panties to the side, exposing your cunt to the cooler air of the room, and moans at how your glistenting already, “shit–always so wet for me. keep dragging your fingers up and down, liefje.”

max’s hand continues to rest on your navel after he tucked your panties away, and you quickly bore of the slide of your fingers, huffing silently and nudging your nose against his jaw for the next direction, “once your fingers are nice and wet, you’re going to take just one–and gently press inside, yeah? you should be nice and relaxed, okay–if your pretty hole doesn’t open up easily just keep rubbing at yourself and then try again.”

you nod jerkily, and your first attempt at breaching your inner walls fails. you chickened out–after your felt yourself opening up, the pressure was odd. however, with max’s reassurance, you took another pass over your cunt and then tried again. and this time, your finger easily slid within in you–a shocked gasp pushed from your chest at the intrusion.

“you’re okay,” max murmurs, rubbing at your side and navel calmly, “take your time, get used to the feeling, and when your ready you can start moving that finger, liefje.”

it’s odd–the feeling of something inside you. a little uncomfortable, but not painful like you thought it would be. the strange feeling passes quickly, especially when you draw your finger out and press deeper–it feels good? you think, it feels good at least. max watches the array of emotion pass over your face, and once he sees the previous apprehension dissipate, he instructs you to slide in another finger. the addition for another finger is easier for you this time, even though the pressure is multiplied–as if once you learned that this wouldn’t be painful you were a lot more receptive to the intrusion.

and when your second finger pops in, the stretch feels good. you sigh breathily, and without further instruction, you begin to slowly thrust your fingers. max leans back and allows you to awkwardly fumble through your own motions, allowing you to figure out what brings you pleasure and what doesn’t. you mimic what you’ve heard girls talk about before, curling your fingers, scissoring them wide, pressing them upwards–and it feels fucking euphoric. your moans begin to ring through the room, and your hips buck dowards to meet your palm, pushing in your fingers deep.

“hm–you see why you needed your nails cut now, pretty girl,” max teases. his words go unheard by you, you’re more focused on trying to find the one spot everybody raves about–you want your vision to flash white, your toes to curl, your eyes to roll, your back to arch, your chest to heave–but you can’t find it. you whine in displeasure, kicking your foot out angrily, and begin to more vigorously thrust your fingers to no avail.

“let me give you a hand, pretty.”

max gently removes your hand, a sob falling from your lips at the newfound emptiness, but quickly soothes you with the press of two of his fingers inside of you. you and max moan in unison–max at the feeling of just how tight and dripping wet you are and you at the size of his fingers. max patiently waits for you to adjust, before he begins to absolutely ravage your pussy. his fingers are unforgiving; his rhythm is consistent, the pads of his fingers press firmly along your walls, and he finds your sweet spot after his second attempt of searching.

you shriek, legs trying and failing to slam shut at the overload of pleasure—max coos, ‘good girl’s’ and ‘so pretty’s’ falling from his lips freely. it’s a testament to how talented he is with is fingers that as soon as his thumb falls to press at the bud of your clit–you cum.

it surprises you, max, and charles (from across the room). it’s so overwhelming you cry–forget a toe-curling orgasm, you’e pretty sure you’ve just forgotten your name. your hips are frantically thrusting forward freely, and maxx continues to rub his hand over yout clit until you start bucking away from him in discomfort. you’ve soaked the bed, again. the dutchman tenderly pulls his fingers from the pulsing warmth of your cunt, and calls charles to the bed.

the younger man rushes forward, kneeling on the bed next to max. wordlessly, the blonde shoves his fingers covered in your essence into his mouth, smirking wide at how charles’ eyes widen, exposing his blown out pupils, before they drop to a half-lidded gaze as he thoroughly slurps max’s fingers clean.

when charles pulls away from max’s hand, panting heavily like he was the one who was just brought to a mind-blowing orgasm, max drops that same saliva-covered hand to grope at the bulge in charles’ pants.

the monegasque moans highly, hips thrusting forward to press deeper in to max’s hand–but he pulls it away cruelly.

“you better go take a cold shower charles, since you still can’t come for a while,” max orders nonchalantly, “you might want to put some music on while you’re in there. i would hate for you to get hard again when you hear me make her squirt.”

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puzzled-pegasus · 11 months ago

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WoF beauty and hygiene related tribe headcanons :)

Obv the beauty standards are different in every tribe and different tribes have different things they do to alter and/or maintain their appearance

Dragons occasionally like to paint their scales or nails using a product they call scale polish, and they make a little design on their scales. They don't normally do all of their scales at once because that's really expensive and looks horrible when it starts to rub off, but I could see a very high class Jewel Hive HiveWing trying to make a statement lol

Dragons also sometimes etch patterns into their horns. Many of them also sand and buff them, keeping them smooth and shiny. Uncommonly, dragons will paint them.

Since SandWings started wearing black eye makeup for sun glare reasons, they've started to experiment with styles. They also paint black patterns on their body scales, or get tattoos.

Dragons, especially IceWings, sometimes wear neckties on special occasions or to their jobs.

Salons are mentioned in the series but not elaborated on. A salon may offer such services as scale buffing, polishing, and painting professionally, as well as horn maintenance, body and ear piercings, etc.

As well as SandWings, SkyWings also sometimes get tattoos. Feathers are a popular tattoo symbol for SkyWings, they also like to get a lot of edgy skulls n stuff

SeaWings are culturally very worried about the health and beauty of their scales and they need them to constantly be smooth and sleek and most importantly, moist. If they spend a lot of time on land their scales dry out and they need Products. They probably use coconut oil. They also would likely emphasize the importance of fat in the diet because of their need to maintain a layer of blubber for underwater

NightWings really like a dragon w glasses I don't know what it is they just go nuts lol

IceWings have been talked about in canon as constantly maintaining the shimmeriness of their scales so yeah

They also occasionally paint their spikies and they also like to wear furs

RainWings just try to be the brightest they can, but sometimes wear flowers and feathers for additional pretty.

#wof #wings of fire #wof headcanons #this idea sounded better in my head but i hope its good lol #sorries

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gothgengargirl · 2 years ago

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The Works

You came to the new salon mostly on a whim. It was a Sunday, so it’s not like you had anything special in mind for the next day. Just work. Boring, dreary, work. But you thought that feeling pretty might help the work week go a little more smoothly. Give your colleagues something else to talk about besides meetings and progress updates. You wanted to feel seen for once.

For such a nice place, it was a pleasant surprise that you were able to get a walk-in appointment. Fern’s Grove, it was called. Cute name. The ceilings were high, and the place felt remarkably open and airy for being just another building in a strip mall. A fountain bubbled away cheerfully, a variety of exotic plants growing alongside it. The air was even perfumed, floral and berry-like, but in a way you couldn’t quite place. And the woman at the counter, who set your bag in a drawer and got you settled into a astonishingly comfortable chair, was gorgeous. Everyone who worked here was gorgeous. If this was how they took care of themselves, you felt like you were in good hands.

Your cosmetologist came up to you just as you were getting settled. She was just as beautiful as everyone else, maybe more so, with her dramatic cat eye makeup, purple hair and generous curves. She handed you a laminated list of your options, and you could hear her whistling cheerfully in the background as she got her instruments together and you looked over your choices. Hair cut, hair color, hair extensions. Face wash, moisturizing treatments, full makeup. Permanent makeup? That sounded intriguing. Manicure, pedicure, they even offered waxing services (presumably those were in another room). And one thing at the bottom stuck out to you, drawing your attention like a light in the darkness.

The Works.

“I’ll take The Works, please,” you said, almost instinctively. You wanted to see what this place could do.

“Sure about that, doll?” Her voice was sweet like honey, with an edge of something in it. Condescension? Anticipation? Both?

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, then, The Works, coming right up. Lift your arms.”

You did so instinctively. You were always good at following directions. And you thought you knew what was going to happen. She would put an apron on you to protect your clothes, you would talk about what cut and color you wanted for the hair, maybe get your shoes off and your feet soaking for the pedicure.

That’s not what happened.

Cables descended from that high, airy ceiling, and wrapped themselves around your wrists. You tried, briefly, to pull away, but you were held in place. Like a puppet on her strings. Clamps emerged from the chair to do the same to your ankles. You were stuck.

A momentary wave of panic was replaced by a curious fear, as you could feel something seeping from your new restraints. Soaking into the skin of your wrists and ankles. It felt GOOD. Like you were being polished from the inside, like all of the tension in your body was replaced with pleasure. And as you sank back briefly, She placed something over your head. A visor. You tried to close your eyes, but the flashing colors shone through your eyelids, and you opened them out of curiosity. And once they were open, you never wanted to close them again.

At first the messages were simply soothing. Telling you to relax, to sink, to accept all of the new feelings in your body. And there were new feelings. You couldn’t see anything but the swirling colors, couldn’t hear anything but the whispered suggestions from that set of headphones that must have come on just after the visor. But you felt good. Hands nimbly massaged your scalp. The waves of whatever it was from your restraints spread all the way through your arms and legs, making them feel limp and loose and silky smooth and perfectly plastic.

Plastic?

Perfect. Plastic. Puppet.

Pretty. Programmed. Plaything.

This was what the suggestions in your head were saying now. And you kind of liked the sound of it. On some level, you knew that you had work in the morning. You were a Busy Woman With Important Things To Do. But you always hated it. There was another way now? And at least for this afternoon, you could enjoy being a

Perfect

Pretty

Plaything

...

Time passed. You couldn’t tell how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time felt less and less meaningful, paying attention to the sensations running through your body. It was almost like an orgasm, but orgasms came and went much faster than this. This was a slow build, leading to a great flowing tide of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted to stop being a programmed plastic puppet.

But then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. The visor and the headphones were pulled off. The restraints at your arms and legs snapped open, your arms dropping into your lap. Your hands moved automatically, one of them grasping a breast, the other rubbing at your crotch shamelessly.

As your eyes focused again, you were amazed with what you saw in the mirror. She… you… was different. Your clothes didn’t fit the same way—blouse swollen and buttons open, skirt disheveled and riding up over thicker thighs. Your mouth was hanging open, lips larger than they were before, and your tongue was hanging out. It was pierced! A blue gemstone sitting in your pretty pink mouth, its color matching your new long nails, your thick eye shadow. Your gleaming metallic hair. And the place on your neck that didn’t even look like flesh anymore. It was seemingly embedded in your skin, blue circuits tracing out from a thick black band.

A Collar.

You didn’t even look human anymore, did you? You looked like…

A Doll.

“What do you think, hun?” said the voice behind you. The voice you now instinctively knew as Owner.

“I don’t think. I just obey.” Automatic.

“Good girl. Stop touching yourself.”

You did, immediately. Arms limp at your sides. Awaiting further instructions.

“What are you?”

“I’m just a doll. An empty-headed plaything.”

“Excellent! And what do you want me to do next?”

“Please…” these words felt like they were escaping from your soul. They were your soul. All you had left was this one thought.

“Please play with me”.

You saw Owner’s luscious mouth open into a wide toothy grin as you said that, watching her and you in the mirror. And then you didn’t think anything else. Not for a long while. Dolls don’t think, they just obey.

Good Doll.

#this story literally came to me in a dream #i was half asleep and held my arms up #and thought hey i can work with this #dollification #transformation #brainwashing #hypnosis #robotization #femcorp #dollify yourself #some of the verbiage is borrowed from hypno files i enjoy #ask nice and i can send you some links #💙💙💙#💙💚💜

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thekimonogallery · 2 years ago

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The Shorakuen Tea Salon and Boutique in Tokyo offers a special selection of cakes. They have a delicious cake that is modeled after Mount Fuji, the tallest and most famous mountain in Japan. My Modern Met

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eternalsa2z · 1 year ago

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GGLAM: Krystal

"Hiiiii Krissy! Welcome to GGLAM!"

Kristie had been going to "GGLAM By Polly" for a few weeks. Normally a high end salon wouldn't be her thing. But after "Paula's Cuts" shut down and was replaced by this Barbie-like boutique, her choices were limited. Of course, it also helped the the bubbly and beautiful Polly 'grandmothered' in all of Paula's old clients, offering the old prices for whatever their old styling used to be.

Of course, Polly was always pushing for this or that. Telling her client that she'd look cute with extensions. How she should totally go blonde. That thick and curvy waves with a full body were sooooo in right now. Kristie would always decline the over-enthusiastic bimbo, who to her credit would always drop the subject and do something simple. Kristie did appreciate that her stylist always listened and obeyed her...or maybe the ditz just forgot she offered a total makeover just a few minutes before.

"You're hair is soooo soft and shiny and pretty! Do you trust me?"

Honestly, she did. Polly was exciteable but never did anything Kristie didn't want. So whether it was the stylist's adorable eagerness, the endless happy salon music, or an inner curiosity wearing her down, she relented and consented.

With a squeal of excitement, Polly got to work. Blowing. Teasing. Fluffing. It felt like forever and Kristie almost dozed off as the bubbly beautician tried something new and exciting. When the makeover artist's long acrylic nails tapped on her shoulder, Kristie stared at the mirror in a daze.

"You're such a good girl letting me give your hair a makeover! Do you like it?" Polly asked hopefully.

Kristie nodded. It was...pretty. Sexy almost, but not too over the top. She liked it. Somehow, for some reason, she wished Polly had gone further.

"OMG your face is flawless! You're, like, a literal Barbie!"

Kristie blushed, even if her face didn't show it under all that foundation. Polly's compliments were what convinced her to do more this time. Sure, her hair was kept simple, just washed in a special silicone enriching bath that Polly kept gushing about. But this was the first time Kristie had agreed to pay for the 'Pretty Girl Package'.

The results were stunning. The pink lipstick, the pink top, the little sparkly earrings all made her mind sparkle. She couldn't help but giggle with giddiness alongside her stylist, especially after Polly told her that the package meant she could take all the products home for free.

"Look at you Krissy! Ur, like, a living advertisement for GGLAM! An adorable doll on display!"

As Kristie posed, she processed the words. Her new blonder and curlier hair. Even her somehow curvier form that fit that new dress juuuuuuust right. For a moment she tried to think about it, whether the change was too much. But Polly played that catchy little jingle from the salon as she snapped some photos and Krissy forgot what she was worried about.

There was nothing to worry about! All she had to do was let Polly make her pretty. Wear the cute clothes. Be a GGLAM model. It was soooo easy and soooo nice to let someone doll her up and dress her so sexy. It's like Polly was always saying - Good Girls Love A Makeover!

"Yesssss Krissy! Look at my little blonde angel! You're shining like a diamond...or like, a Krystal!"

Krissy felt amazing. After weeks of makeovers, special supplements, enriching hair treatments she finally went blonde. 'Bimbo blonde' as Polly called it. They left a bit of Krissy's dark roots as a reminder of her old self...but, like, Krissy could barely remember what she looked like before she started working with Polly.

But Krissy didn't worry. Or think. She just did what she was told. Sat obediently in the chair. Gave a smile for the camera. Did a little twirl on command. Polly knew best. Krissy trusted Polly. Krissy would be GGLAM's good girl model.

"Krystal you've been, like, an uh-may-zing client! I've sooooo loved helping you become the super pink girly girl bimbo you told me you were on the inside!"

Krystal just posed and pouted prettily. She, like, didn't 'member telling Polly that she wanted to be a bimbo. Or even looking like such a girly girl before. But, like, Polly must've known. She always knew what was best!

Now Krystal looked her best. She was a bit sad Polly said that after her latest pink makeover her 'Good Girl Package' was done. But quickly happiness took over as her cotton candy pink brain saw her candy pink new hair and yummy new body. As pink and pretty on the outside as she was on the outside, with a hawt new bod to match her mind.

"Hiiiii this is GGLAM by Polly, 'cuz Good Girls Love A Makeover! I'm Krystal...how can I, like, help make you beautiful?"

She stared blankly at the mirror, absent-mindedly brushing her hair and admiring her makeup. Her simple little mind couldn't memorize much beyond that silly short intro line, but luckily Polly had a 'lil repetitive tape that helped drill the greeting into her head. GGLAM's new reception needed to make a good first impression!

After month going to GGLAM, Krystal always made a good first impression. Especially after Polly plumped up her lips even more. It was sooooo worth it quitting her old job. Not only did she, like, get to hang out at the salon allllll day, but Polly gave her comp...complimen...like, free makeovers for working there! It was totes the best deal ever!

She was a total GGLAM girl now. But as she talked the next client...she hoped she wouldn't be the last. Good girls love a makeover...and bimbos need besties...

#f2f transformation #bimboification #hypnosis #gglam salon

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darlingshane · 2 months ago

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lavender haze

Julian Kaye x F!Reader

Summary: Julian needs to decompress and decides to take his friend's offer for a massage at one of her parlors.

CW: +18, explicit, sex work, reader is an escort, massage parlor, massage with happy ending, hand job, fingering, making out, cuddling.

Word Count: 4,7k

— Links: AO3 // Julian Masterlist

It used to be unthinkable to Julian to seek the kind of services he used to offer. He never thought he could relax enough to let someone else care for him the way he cared for his clients. But when push comes to shove, he has no other choice but to consider other options to get rid of all that tension that had been accumulating in his body.

Everything should've been easier once he was exonerated, but nothing is ever as simple. The second he was out of prison, the world seemed to turn on him once more. The past kept crawling back to ruining his life in ways he hadn't expected.

Now that messy chapter is closed, it's the perfect time for some self reflection and care before figuring out what to do with the rest of his life. And what better to clear his mind and gain some perspective than to take on his friend Diamond’s offer for a special treatment at her parlor with one of her best workers—you.

After careful consideration, he picks up the phone and sets up an appointment.

He never really thought of him as a rub and tug kind of guy, but he’s more than willing to try. Though as a client himself, he isn't sure of what he wants at the moment. All he knows is that he needs to decompress and relax.

In plain sight, between a clothing store and hair salon, sits Diamond's Den, his friend's place; one of the three different businesses she owns. This one in particular is her most recent venture that is reserved for a more upscale clientele. Unlike other illicit massage parlors, this one looks like a legit spa when he walks in—zen music, cucumber water, calming colors on the walls of the reception.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The lovely receptionist greets him when he approaches the desk.

“Hi, I'm Julian. I have an appointment at 5.”

She glances at the screen of her computer to confirm it in the schedule.

“Julian Kaye?”

“That's right.”

“Take a seat, please.” She gestures at the waiting area, two seats are already occupied by men in suits glued to their phones. “Someone will come get you in a moment. Do you want a drink? We have juice, coffee, tea, and water.”

He could use something stronger, to be honest, but he chooses for a cup of coffee to sooth the unexpected jitters in his stomach.

While he sips on his drink, he watches the receptionist make a call and a couple of minutes later, a different woman comes to fetch him, holding a folder in her arm.

“You're Diamond's friend, right?” She makes some small talk while she guides him down the hallway to one of the rooms.

“That's right.”

“Well, aren't you lucky?” She remarks with no sarcasm whatsoever as they come to a stop in front of door number nine.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that not many people get a Diamond discount right off the bat. She must really love you.” She produces a file from the folder she's holding. “Here's the girl she's picked for you, but if you want someone different, we have a couple of other people available. Men, women… whatever you're in the mood for.”

He opens the file to be greeted by a few pictures of you, all printed on one side of the sheet. From top to bottom, like a gradient, they go from you dressed in elegant clothes to lingerie to fully naked in the final row. According to your asking price, you're not just an escort, you're a high class escort, which is not something he's sure he can pay for at the moment.

“She's perfect,” he says timidly, without taking his stare from your picture. There's one in particular where you're laughing softly that catches his eye.

“But?”

“I can't afford this.”

“Julian, honey, I told you that you got a Diamond discount. That means you have an hour free of charge to do whatever you want. Then we’ll only charge extras if you go over that hour, okay? Didn't she tell you?”

He shakes his head. “No, she didn’t mention that.”

“Maybe she wanted to surprise you. How about we go inside, shall we?” She reaches for the handle and shows him into a deluxe room that carries the same colors of the reception and hallway. There’s a window covered by opaque blinds, the lighting is darker and warmer from the array of candles set up. There’s a bed neatly made up, a massage table in the middle of the room, a love seat under the window, a set of wooden cabinets with a tray holding a pitcher full of water and two glasses. On the side, there's a second door leading to an adjacent bathroom.

“Just sit and relax. We’ll take good care of you, hon. Okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles nervously as he hands the file back.

“Oh, there’s a form right there,” she points to a small table on the side of the couch. “Fill it out so she can have a picture of what you want, but you can always negotiate more later with her face to face.”

“Yeah, I know how it works.”

“Right. I’ll take this. Hot drinks are not allowed in the rooms.” She collects his almost emptied cup of coffee from his hand. “I'll send your girl right over.”

“Thanks.” Julian tucks his hands in the pockets of his blue slacks as she disappears, closing the door behind her.

He walks around the massage table twice, taking a good second look around the room before sitting on the love seat. From the side table, he picks up the clipboard and pen at hand. He reads every option and question on every page thoroughly. He starts with the questions that are meant to gather information about his health, STDs, allergies, etc., and others regarding his limits. Julian leaves that last one unanswered for now. Then, there's a list of standard massages that range from Swedish to Thai. He chooses the full body aromatherapy massage with a happy ending. After that, there's an extensive list of options, listed as extras, that are only available via tips. They go from something as mild as kissing to anal play to fantasies to very specific fetishes. It feels like picking toppings for a pizza, and he's not sure what he's in the mood to eat. But he ticks a few boxes–touching (the masseuse), kissing, nail raking, cuddling. He also gets to pick up the order. He puts massage first and cuddles at the end.

A soft knock on the door to announce your entrance pulls his stare away from the paper to see you entering the space with that same relaxed smile he saw on one of the pictures. You're wearing a satin, short robe in your favorite color that barely covers the top of your thighs, and a pair of stilettos that click on the wooden floor as you walk up to him. He's struck by your beauty as you get closer to him. The pictures really didn't show how stunning you look up close with minimal makeup.

“Hi, Julian, I'm—” you introduce yourself, offering one hand up. “How are you doing? Hope I didn't make you wait too long.”

He stands up and shakes your hand firmly. “I'm good, thanks. And you were right on time, I was just finishing with the form.”

“Oh, I'm glad.” You collect the clipboard to survey his choices. These are pretty tame compared to the filthy things you've done in this room, which is refreshing to see. You are hardly ever asked to cuddle a guy like Julian.

“Is there anything wrong, sweetheart?”

“No, everything's perfect, hon. You were pretty thorough.” You nod, quickly going over the form again, concocting a picture of what he wants in your mind. According to his answers, it looks like he just wants the girlfriend experience, and that’s what he’s going to get.

“Do you have any questions for me before we start?”

“Hm,” he pauses to think for a beat, tapping quickly the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger. “I was just wondering if you still get paid for this session even if I don't pay?”

It makes you smile to see how considerate he is. Diamond told you Julian was a dream of a guy with a big cock, but you thought she was overselling it. You stand corrected for now, you'll find out in a few minutes if she's right about his size as well.

“I am fully compensated. Don't worry about it. But to be fair, I wouldn't mind going pro bono for a guy like you.” You throw in a wink in his direction.

Flattered, he laughs softly, hanging his head down.

Once all the formalities are done, you ask him to go into the bathroom to freshen up and change, and that's what he does. There are a couple of hangers to hang his suit and shirt, and a robe and matching slippers for him to wear.

When Julian comes out of the bathroom, you've taken off your robe, and have set the lights to a dimmer shade. Your back is turned to him, and he can't help but admire your body hugged in a sexy lingerie set made of lace that leaves nothing to the imagination. It really highlights the beautiful shape of your body as you lean over the table, extending a clean towel on the surface. Then, you adjust the height of the table to the perfect reach for you to do your work before noticing he's come back into the room.

“Would you like some water?” you pick up the pitcher and fill up both glasses.

“Sure.”

You both take a good sip before getting right down to business.

As he faces the table, you stand behind him to take off his robe. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you undo the knot of the belt and gently peel it off him. He steps out of his slippers and lies on his front on the surface per your instructions. You miss an opportunity to get a peak of his front when you place his robe on the couch and produce a bottle of essential oils from the cabinet.

“Do you like lavender, honey?”

“Yeah, I like lavender.” He clears his throat as you watch him adjust his face in the hole at the head of the table.

“Would you like me to play some music?”

“No, I like it like this. I’d prefer to hear your voice.”

Smiling, you glance at the clock on the wall.

“Alright, your hour starts now.” you inform him, gently placing your palm on his shoulder. His skin is already warm at first touch, you can't help but let your fingers glide down his spine before pouring some oil into the mix. “If there’s any place you want me to focus, just tell me or direct my hand where you want, okay?”

“Okay.”

With practiced ease, you gently stroke his back with both your hands, spreading the oil across the breadth of his shoulders before kneading deeply his muscles that feel so firm but tense under your palms. You go down slowly from his upper back to the lower. You rake your nails here and there per his request. It’s no challenge for you to get the muscles in his back to slack gradually under your care.

Julian watches your feet as he looks down at the floor when you move to undo all the knots on his shoulders and arms. He finds himself grunting deep in his throat when you find a way to tame all that strain that nestling in his shoulders.

“Do you mind if I ask you to take off your shoes, sweetheart?” He mumbles under his breath in an attempt to bury one of those groans in his chest.

“You forgot to add foot fetish to your list?”

“No, nothing like that,” he scoffs. “I just want you to be comfortable, too.”

Aww.—You think as you free your feet from your high heels.

“You’re a big softy, you know that?”

“I try.” He smiles to himself as you change positions to go down his spine to take care of his lower back.

When you’re done with that area, you let your palms draw the curve of his firm ass. His skin is as smooth shaven as the rest of his body. You stroke his buttocks firmly before moving further down his legs. You can feel his body finally buzzing when you oil those terse muscles on the inside of his thighs. It’s known to be one of the most erogenous zones on the body that’s often overlooked, and almost every man who has laid on your table has had a similar reaction. Some might have even come in that position before feeling your hand around their dick, but you can tell Julian isn’t nearly there. You tuck your fingers higher up his groin and gently caress his balls that tighten up in your hold. You don’t go too strong yet, cause you don’t want him to promptly ejaculate like all those men that have no self-control whatsoever. There’s nothing that pleases you more than to make them enjoy themselves for as long as possible, but sometimes they don’t even give you the chance.

Leaning over his body, you pepper some kisses along his spine at the same time, getting his skin to rise into goose flesh at the touch of your warm breath.

“God, sweetheart, that feels amazing.”

You hum against his skin as your lips reach the back of his neck.

When you release his scrotum, you finish the rest of his legs to the end of his feet. It’s then that you take a quick glance at the time to make sure you don’t either rush it or prolong it too much before getting to do all the things that he wanted. It’s been twenty minutes so far, which is perfect, you can spend another twenty on his front and the remaining time to make him come, if he hasn’t yet, and to bathe him with cuddles.

Per your asking, he flips over on the table where you can finally take a good look at how well he’s packing on the front. His semi hard gives you a generous half-mast salute from the carefully manscaped landing of his pubic hair.

You don’t usually salivate at the sight of a client's body or dick for that matter. They’re all the same to you, a business transaction, but there’s something special about Julian that makes you swallow at the thought of putting him in your mouth. Containing yourself from doing so, you draw a breath and start at the head of the table. You focus on the array of tattoos he has all over his torso and shoulders to concentrate on the job and not whatever is tingling between your legs.

“Close your eyes, honey,” you whisper, hovering over his head as you start massaging his temples down his face and neck. Your fingers softly stimulate the muscles of his features, and they can tell he has a good skin routine. Though he has a set of pockmarks on one of his cheekbones, they’re definitely well cared for.

As you reach under his chin, you lean closer to place a kiss on the bridge of his nose that is followed by another one at the tip. You feel his face tightening as his mouth draws a smile.

“I’m going to kiss you on the mouth now, are you okay with that?”

He put kissing on the form, but you rather ask permission again before doing something that could make him uncomfortable.

Julian’s eyes blink open as he says softly, “sure, sweetheart, go ahead.”

With your face upside down, like in that old Spider-Man movie, you delicately plant your lips on his, pressing your nose to his chin. It’s not an easy maneuver to kiss in that position, but you manage to pull it off with his help. His mouth opens, and you gently nibble his bottom for a moment before sticking your tongue out. He hums deliciously against your mouth when the tip of your tongue finds his. Slowly playing, you feel a shiver course down your spine that seems to run between your legs at its own volition to awaken your own arousal. You have a good self-restraint, you'd say, but sometimes you can't help it. In your line of work, it's bound to happen.

Julian tastes delicious in your mouth. As your tongues swirl gently together, you send your hands down his chest to massage his torso at the same time. His pecs are beautifully molded like valleys under your palms. His abs are sculptured to near perfection. And the lines that draw a deep V on his lower abdomen are something surreal.

When you part, you glance down to see that he's fully hard now. Pleased with your work, you move to the other side of the table and massage the front of his legs. It greatly excites you to have him under your spell like that. You slather some more oil in your hands and watch him lose his mind as you yet touch every inch of his body without paying attention to his swollen erection. When you look at his face, you capture the deep shade of pink that has taken over his lips. His brown eyes glow under the candlelight in ten different shades of lust. And when you glance down at his center, his dick twitches against his abdomen as you stimulate that muscle again in his inner thigh.

Your bare feet move closer to the middle of the table, and lean your hip on the edge of the table.

“I'm gonna touch your dick now,” you tell him. His head urgently nods as he mumbles a ‘please’ under a shallow breath.

You place your hand on his stomach and smooth down his skin before curling your fingers around his hardness. Keeping your gaze locked with his, you watch him struggle to keep his breathing even. He's a damn sight better to see him squirming on the table when you start ever so slowly to pump his length. He fills your fist very generously. It feels like a task for two hands instead of one, but you keep that option for later.

You use the drops of his pre-cum emerging from his slit to up the pace just a little. He has to brace his hands to the edge of the table to keep his orgasm at bay now. It's easy to tell by the way he throbs against your palm.

Focusing on him only, you ignore the impeding arousal staining the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Fuck,” he grunts, extending a hand to grip at your thigh. “Get on top of me, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t have to ask you again. You climb onto the table and straddle his lap without taking your hand off him. You place yourself as close as possible to his center, so the first curled around his cock grazes your panties as it goes up and down his shaft.

Bracing one hand to his chest, you bounce and up and down on top of him, as if you were fucking him, upping the pace a little more.

Julian grips your hips hard, helping your moves.

“Take off your bra for me,” he orders, and once again you obey to his wishes, using your free hand to undo the clasp at the front so it can fall down your shoulders and uncover your tits.

One of his arms hooks around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He tilts his head so he can suck your nipple between his teeth. You're practically grinding almost directly against him now, you can feel both your fist and the end of his dick pressing against your pussy.

You love the way he grunts and moans around your tit as you take him closer to bliss. He’s so close to the edge, you can feel it in the way he thrust wildly in your hold.

“Come for me, baby,” you moan as his teeth press harder around your nipple. The sensation makes your core scream from the inside, and you wish you could have your own release. But this is not about you. It’s only about him, you remind yourself, but it's your own excitement that carries him over the edge with the powerful force of your adamant pumping. His whole body trembles like an earthquake between your legs. The vicious grip of his teeth dig deeper on your tit, making you moan. And his hands are promptly clutched to your skin the moment his orgasm erupts to the surface, forcing all his seed to come out in hot spurts all over your hand and his abdomen.

You lean your forehead against his, as you exhale the warm breathing of his panting as he comes down slowly from that high. Your clean fingers caress his hair while his body goes limp on your table.

Once he can finally move, you clean your hand in the towel below and help him stand up to have him lay on the bed so you can cuddle him properly. He buries his head in your chest while you wrap your arms around him and keep playing softly with the hair at his nape.

“Shit, I'm so sorry I bit you,” he says once he comes to his senses, pulling his head slightly back to study the mark he's left around your nipple.

“It's okay, hon. I liked that. You better than anybody know that sex can be unpredictable, you can't negotiate every little thing beforehand. And believe me, I would have stopped you if I wanted to.”

“I'm sure you would've.” Grinning softly, he uses the tip of his finger to ease the mark of his teeth. Then, his stare goes up to look at you as he says, “you're gorgeous, you know that?”

“C'mere.” Cupping his face in your palms, you pull it closer so you can capture his mouth. Slowly, you savor the bittersweet taste of coffee lingering on his tongue while his limbs tangle with yours. He tucks his leg between your thighs, and you can't stop tour hips from grinding against his taut quads.

Upon him noticing your eagerness to rub yourself against him, he moves one hand to hold your ass, pressing you harder on his leg.

“Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?” He parts slightly to ask.

“You don't have to, Julian.”

“I wanna,” he purrs over your lips. “Would you let me?”

“Okay.”

“How would you like me to do it?”

“Surprise me.”

“Yeah?” the corner of his mouth draws a mischievous grin as his hand invites itself under the lace of your panties.

Your folds are practically soaked when his fingers stroke your lips. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours to watch your face change when two of his fingers slip smoothly inside you. They're dexterous and determined on giving you a release. Your hips slant when they press a little harder on your g-spot, coaxing your juices to drip out of you as his thumb finds your clit. An obscene moan escapes your mouth as he suddenly up the pace of his thumb, glued to your clit.

“That's it, sweetheart. Show me what you got,” he glances down to observe your body wildly squirming, aching for a release.

You clutch your hands to his sides as a bubbling fire surges from your core when your orgasm scratches the surface. Your legs clamp, trapping his hand that has stopped moving as you ride up the unexpected tide of ecstasy that courses through your body. You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the aftershocks of your release as you come down from your orgasm.

Julian kisses your face sweetly before seizing your mouth. It's now him who's snuggling you, keeping you anchored as you recover.

You find your hands laced together, fingers playing softly on their own, as if you had done that a million times before. It's a strange feeling you've never felt in this room before. It's overwhelmingly sweet and confusing. This is how you're supposed to make clients feel, not the other way around, but Julian is not just like any other client, he has the same skills as you do, and you figure he tapped into those by default.

Relaxing in each other's arms, you stay in comfortable silence for a while, letting the shared touches do the talk. He figures out one of your favorite spots to be touched is the back of your nape, his fingers slide into your hair, and you almost melt at the nice massage he provides.

At some point, you start asking him about the array of tattoos that adorn his body, and he tells you each story behind them. It prompts a longer conversation, talking about life and business, and by the time you look at the clock again, you've gone almost a second hour over his time.

You don't charge him the extras, it feels like you've both serviced each other somehow, but he tips you anyway.

It's been a few days since he went to the parlor, and Julian hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. Maybe it's years of lack of affection, but he can swear there was a spark between you and him that he can't explain. He longs night after night; unable to get rid of the feeling of your hands on him, the shape of your smile, the sound of your voice in his ear, or the way that you sounded when he made you come. It's all condensed in a mystifying lavender haze that reminds him of the oil you used on him that clouds his better judgment.

Once it's clear he won't be able to move on unless he contacts you somehow, he decides to pay Diamond a visit. She's overseeing her other location at the motel, and they have lunch together in a small diner nearby.

“Are you going to tell me what we're doing here, J?”

“What? I can invite an old friend to lunch?”

“I'm not that old. And I'm not that dumb, either. I know something is going on. Are you in trouble again?”

“No, nothing like that,” he scoffs, and pauses to garner the courage to ask. “I was just wondering if you could give me her number.”

“Her number? You’ll have to be more specific.”

“You know, the girl you set me up with the other day.”

“Oh my God, you can't be serious. Tell me you're joking, Julian.”

“I'm not.” He shrugs. “Look, I just thought we had something and wanted to see her again.”

“Have you forgotten how this works? That's her job, to make you feel like you're the most special thing in the world. Why do you think I sent her?”

“Please, D? Do it for me.” He tilts his head like a puppy dog. “You don't have to believe me or understand it, but I need to know if she felt the way I did. Just one call. I won't bother her if she says no. You know me.”

“Don't look at me like that.” She leans back on her side of the booth, unable to deny his request. “Okay, fine. I'll ask her if I can give you her number, that's the best I can do. If she's okay with it, then you'll have your answer.”

“Thank you. You're the best.”

“Hm-hmm.” Diamond side eyes him as she pulls her phone from her bag to text you.

They finish their lunch and as they head out the door, her phone chimes. She casually glances at it and leaves him hanging for a moment as he walks her back to the motel.

“Was that her?”

“It was.”

“You like torturing me, don't you?”

“I don't like it, but I enjoy it sometimes.”

“So, are you going to tell me what she said or not?”

“She said you can call her. I'll send you the number.”

“She did, huh?”

“Don't act so surprised. You and I both know you can charm anyone. You’re dangerous, Julian Kaye.”

“Thank you. I owe you one.”

“You still owe me a foot rub, motherfucker.”

“Well, make that two,” he locks an arm around her and he kisses her cheek.

— credits: divider by @bernardsbendystraws