#not to expose myself but i had bought everything….

[lazycranberrydoodles]

I think if Hua Cheng's ashes ever ended up in Jiejie's cleavage, she would either pass away or ascend on the spot

@malinanan also had a GORGEOUS hualesbians coffin comic where this happened but it got taken down recently :(((

[bunny-jpeg]

How I have loved going to the Bakery. Have a small order myself, that I hope you will make happen 😍

Swiss roll, shortbread squares, savory pastry mocha coffee with a tonic water on the side. But where the girl is the older one. With Lando

bakery menu

want to submit an order? then hit up the menu! thank you for all of those who submitted orders, i am a really happy to be working with them! the prompts have been amazing, so thank you!! and for the lovely anon who submitted this order, i love your vision! while the age gap isn't massive between reader and lando, i do think it is interesting and thank you for specifying that, hahah. i hope you enjoy! <3

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you." + savory pastry: "let your brother find out." + mocha coffee: breeding kink + tonic water: age gap served by lando norris (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (3 years), piastri!reader, cowgirl position, breeding kink, quiet sex, semi-public sex, couch sex

lando norris with an 'older girl' how scandalous. the age gap was just shy of three years and barely anything compared to some of the age gaps that happened in formula one. but, the press loved to make a scene of things that simply didn't exist.

you honestly thought they would've latched onto the fact that you were oscar piastri's older sister, but you guessed the tension between them would make that fact less of fuss in the media. so despite being twenty seven and working on your post-graduate degree, everyone had to be in your business about your relationship with the formula one driver.

when lando saw you on the track, he was all smiles as he practically raced to you, almost pushing your brother out of the way. you laughed and kissed lando on the lips when he got close enough. even though you were the oldest piastri, with oscar being second, you all looked around the same age. you once joked that you got that all from your mother and you were forever grateful for that.

you pecked your boyfriend on the lips before you slung an arm around your younger brother, you pulled him close and were all smiles. maybe you weren't the most demure of the wags/family of formula one, but the excitement of the track still coursed through you.

and when lando won, it was hard to decide if you wanted to be with your brother with his second place victory, or your winner of a boyfriend. you didn't didn't get much time to think it over, because very quickly, lando was pulling you into his driver's room.

"we can't do this here." you squeaked when he pressed you up against the door with his hands up your mclaren branded t-shirt. you moaned into the kiss he gave you, but tried to be quiet about it.

not everyone needed to know, even if it was implied that you two were intimate and quite often. the hickey-gate from the beginning of the season was still fresh in your mind.

"let your brother find out." he grinned against your lips, "hell, even your mom and sister too." he yanked the shirt off over your head and you bit your lip to keep quiet.

when he pulled away, he brought you with him and soon you ended up on the couch with your skirt hiked up. he had a hungry look in his eyes as he gazed down at you. you felt the quickening in your pulse as he got your skirt up over your hips and left your pink panties exposed.

"lando."

he looked at you with a stupid grin on his face. he could tell that you looked divine. beautiful in a way that it left him cock throbbing in his shorts, "i remember when i bought you this skirt. i thought i tore it right down the seam when we got home." he recalled.

you replied, "you've done that to about four of my skirts." the pouted at him.

"and i'll do it to four more." he grabbed at his clothed cock and beamed, "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you. which means i can rip what i want. when i want." and you felt the heat in your face.

"lando."

he laughed a little, for a moment he was loud before he quieted himself. as much as he would talk about letting your family know how good he fucked you. he was slightly afraid of mrs. piastri. a woman that nice would easily have lando's head on a plate and his balls as a side dish.

he got your panties off, "can you be quiet for me, babygirl?" his tone, quiet but still seductive enough to leave you feeling the heat from your head to your feet.

you nodded, "of course." then straddled his waist once he got onto the couch beside you and his cock was out of his jeans. little time to undress, you two could becoming more intimate with your nudes bodies at the hotel room. you sank down on him and arched your back a little from the feeling. you hated to admit it, but it felt very, very good. a stretch in the right way, not enough to leave you achy for days on end. but rather achy where your body yearned for it. till you had every last inch.

it was an erotic feeling. the sort of feeling that made the blood pump faster in your brain. lando had that kind of effect on you, he knew exactly how to make you feel good. after all, you only deserved the best.

'you like that, angel?" he asked quietly, "you like how i make you feel?" his voice was quiet and a bit strain from the shock of pleasure to the brain. he licked his top lip and beamed at you, "so pretty."

"lando. fuck."

"sounds like you love it." he chuckled. as the pleasure coursed through his body, the more erotic side of him took over. his lips became more loose and the words made your skin burn, "ah, like that, angel? like how i fuck you... next time, i'm gonna breed you." he panted a little bit, his eyes slightly hooded as the pleasure thumped in his brain.

"lan-"

"shh. shh." he said, "think about it. you, me, baby. you'd look really good with my kid. then our families will be together. oscar as my brother in law and uncle to our little peanut." he laughed a little bit.

you held onto his shoulders and kept moving your hips, "lando. fuck." the idea sounded nice, even when removed from the sexual context. but, not until you finished your masters. regardless you still worked yourself against his cock.

"you and i making a baby. make it a night you could never forget." he said with a big smile before you leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. he moaned against the kiss and you felt the pleasure criss cross up your back with an intense heat.

lando always made you feel good. you shifted a little to get a better pace as you rode him. you took him beautifully in lando's (less than) humble opinion. he wished he could hear your noises at that moment, but right now you two had to quiet. rutting against one another like animals.

"baby."

"i love you."

"not as much as i love you. fuck, angel." he groaned as he really continued to work your pussy. he could describe himself as drunk off the feeling of you. you came quickly and bit your inner cheek as you tensed up. you couldn't be too loud. the scandal that created.

"shit." you squeaked out, "lando."

he chuckled as he kissed your sweaty temple. his hands on your ass as he guided you up and down his cock. you gasped against him. the pleasure reverberated through you.

"i guess you can keep up with a young guy like me." he chuckled, "you start to slow down in your mid-twenties." his words were cheeky.

you took him by the shoulders and stared into his eyes, you replied quietly, "shut up." then kissed his lips, "i love you, but shut up." and lando pulled you into another kiss as he bucked his hips a few more times and came inside of you.

the moan rolled off his tongue while he kissed you as you both slowed your pace down. you remained in his lap for a moment, softly kissing as he leaned over to grab your panties.

when you broke away, you looked at him and smiled a little. you cupped his face, "i know what you're going to say. you get one last joke about my age, norris." you tapped his nose.

"you did so good for a woman your age." he beamed.

"that's it, couch tonight." you grabbed your panties, "i'm celebrating the rest of the evening with my brother." and when you tried to get away on shaky legs lando only pulled you back into his lap.

he smiled at you and said, "you know i like my women older." he held you tight and you kicked your legs. you panties tumbled out of your hand and onto the floor once more as lando pulled you onto the couch, "especially when they're so beautiful."

you flushed a little, and let your boyfriend grope your near bare breasts once more. you could hit him over the head, but quickly you melted into his kisses <3

[sweetimpurity]

*ೃ༄ੈ✩ Day 2 woohoo! Miggy got me blushing in this one. enjoy my loves! cw: dirty talk wc: 1.6k. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- I might change the posting schedule so be on the lookout for that! But I’ll find the groove after the first few days! masterlist>>

“I knew that dress would be perfect on you…” Miguel says. Eyeing you across the table like he wants to eat you up right here and now. Clinks of silverware against porcelain and expensive glassware fill the restaurant, along with the soft hum of conversation, low warm chandeliers and candlelight. Date night as usual. This has become the new normal. This all started as a sort of transactional thing. You were his arm candy and he was your wallet. A big businessman CEO like him doesn’t have a ton of time to foster new deep relationships. But he’s made an effort to spend time with you. At least enough time to do you and deposit 10k in your bank account by the time you wake up. 

Truth is, he likes you a lot. More than he’s liked being around anyone else. It’s more than just sex and money but those do tend to be the most exciting parts of this relationship. And he’s a particular man. 

“I usually wouldn’t pick this color for myself but you have a good eye… I really love it, thank you.” You nod with a knowing smile, smoothing down the silky material over your lap. A dark sort of crimson maroon color. Very flattering. And he always loves you in red. “Hopefully you don’t bust the zipper open like last time…” 

You tease him, raising your brow his way and sipping your drink through the mini straw. He grins, loving that look in your eyes and remembering the most recent time he bought you a new dress and the state it was in after he was done with you. “Can you blame me? It was in the way…” He hums with a chuckle, making you laugh. Eyes meeting across the table. And you can feel the toe of his dress shoe press into your shin, rubbing down to the joint of your ankle. Breaking eye contact when it gets too flustering. 

“Are you wearing the other gift I bought you…?” He asks with that same annoying smirk on his face. Sipping his strong drink, the ice cube clinking around the glass. “...yesss…” You drawl softly, looking down at the table to avoid his eyes. A flush over your cheeks at the thought, and that his mind is already going there. “What color?” He asks. 

You look up. Cheeks beet red at his blunt question. The embarrassment rising in your chest and making your knees squeeze together under the table. “Uh… black…” You hum, looking down again. 

He loves this. The images searing into his mind of those panties he got you. In every color the store had. And you chose the black ones tonight. “You’re telling the truth?” He asks. His tone is soft and yet confronting, teasing. He wants to hear you say it. To watch you struggle to say the words. “Of course…” You whisper, looking up at him and wondering where his head is at now. 

“Prove it. Show me.” He says. Your eyes widening and heart beating. You’re in a high end five star restaurant and he wants what? “Show you? I can’t just lift my dress up…” You laugh nervously, looking around and feeling like everyone knows. That embarrassment sitting deep in your chest and making you flushed. Knowing your black panties must be sticky by now. 

“No, don't expose yourself in this restaurant full of people, baby…” He scoffs. Brow furrowing at your words and giving you a look as if that should have been obvious. The embarrassment persists. Of course that’s not what he meant. But what does he mean? “Take them off and show them to me. Then I’ll believe you…” He says. Your eyes blow wide again. 

The waiter comes over to refill your waters. Asking how the food is and exchanging simple pleasantries with Miguel. Miguel, who’s acting like everything is normal and nothing’s going on. Glancing around and wondering if anyone overheard the conversation. If they know you’re wet from hearing him talk to you like that. 

“Thank you…” Miguel smiles charmingly as the waiter walks again. Putting his focus back on you after. An expectant look on his face. “Well?” 

“Don’t look at me.” You whisper, willing to do what he asks but his gaze feels like a bright spotlight. “No, I’m gonna look at you. Are you gonna do it or do you need some help?” He asks, reaching his hand under the table and grazing your knee with his fingers. Making you jump. Definitely not. That’s too much in a place like this. 

“No no no I… I’ll do it.” You sigh. Looking down and mentally scolding yourself for loving this. The way your pussy is beating for him right now. 

He leans back in his seat with a satisfied smile. Subtly glancing around to make sure no one’s looking. No one needs to be involved in their little game. His eyes focus back on you, watching your arms working under the table cloth. 

It’s long enough that the table cloth covers your lap and along with the fabric napkin, it’s almost like nothing’s happening at all. But your fingers hook into the edges of your black lacy panties and pull them down. Quickly lifting your hips to be able to pull them down your thighs. Cheeks flushed red and heart beating wildly. Beyond embarrassed but hot and bothered at the same time. The feelings are one in the same. 

He leans forward now, happy with the progress you’ve made and that look on your face. Watching you lean forward to pull the panties down your legs and past your heels. All the way off. 

Taking a second to situate yourself and look around to make sure no one noticed, the lacy panties are balled up in your hand. It feels like evidence. Like something you’d get in trouble for. And the fact that he’s just watching you do all this makes you even hotter for him. 

“Here take them…” You whisper, reaching under the table with the clump of lace to give to him. But he extends his hand above the table. Brow raised in expectation and a smile on his lips. “I’ll take them up here…” 

He’s having too much fun with this. Watching your cheeks flush again and again and eyes widen. It’s adorable and hot at the same time that you’re such a little bunny, getting off on this. The waiter walks by again and you flinch, keeping your hands under the table. Waiting for the perfect moment. Fearing you’ll get caught and the embarrassment will be too much to bear. His big hand, his heavy silver watch, that stupid smirk. Such an asshole. 

“Here here take them-” You jump, shoving them into his hand with both hands as if to keep them concealed. He lets out a small whistle between his teeth. To your horror, letting the clump of lace unravel over the table for a moment. “Miguel!” You gasp, looking around and feeling your heart race. 

“Damn, I can’t believe you just did that…” He laughs, grabbing the panties in his hand and looking around too to make sure no one saw. His words ringing in your ears. “You told me to do it!” You whine, pouting at him. 

He laughs again. Looking down at the pretty panties as he admires them on his lap. Before clumping them up and putting them in his pocket. “And you’re a very good girl, baby…” 

“Oh my god…” You groan, covering your face with your hands. It’s like he’s doing everything he can to make you horny and humiliated at the same time. But you can hear him giggling across the table. “I’ll take the check whenever you get a chance…” You hear him say to the waiter. Peering through your fingers and ultimately pulling your hands away from your face. Cheeks hot and red. 

“I think my girl needs some special attention tonight…” He says softly but loud enough that the waiter who’s walking away could probably overhear. But if he did hear, he didn’t make it obvious. “Miguel O’hara.” You sigh and scold, pursing your lips together in a thin line and clenching your hands into fists on the table. 

“Oh come on…” He hums. Big hands crossing the table to grab yours and hold them. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight baby… just the way you like.” He whispers. Holding onto your hands so you couldn't possibly pull them away. And you’re just shocked. “Miguel stop…” You sigh, utterly embarrassed and flustered, his hands pulling yours gently closer to him. 

“... fill you up pretty girl… just like always right? You want that?” He taunts, tilting his head and bringing your hands up to his lips, pressing them to your knuckles. You swallow dryly and nod silently. 

“Say it. Say you want it.” He hums. 

You nod again, eyes glued to the juncture of his lips on your skin. 

“Words, baby… say the words. Say you want me to fuck you and fill you up.” 

He’s just being mean now. But it’s working. Damn him, it’s working so well.  “I… want…” He watches with a brow raised and a growing smirk on his lips. 

“I want… you to fuck me and fill me up…” You barely whisper. Positively dripping for him, slick between your thighs squeezing together under the table. “Please...” He corrects you. He wants to hear it. 

“Miguel… I want you to fuck me and fill me up…please” You say in finality. An ache in your thighs that’s impossible to ignore. Needing him more than ever. More than anything. 

“Since you asked so nicely, of course, whatever you want, baby.” He whispers, a dark glint in his eyes. Satisfied and happy watching you squirm. “Let's get out of here…” He tosses a wad of cash on the table. More than enough to cover the bill that’s taking too long to come out. He can’t fuck you fast enough. 

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not tryna make you jealous, but it looks so good on you | sofia gigante x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, dom sofia (obvi), hair pulling, degradation+praise, spanking, thigh riding, just absolute FILTH 18+

A/N: this took me too long smh but i think it was worth it

it can’t be easy, running an entire empire that is. you know sofia appreciates you being her doting and understanding girlfriend, always by her side, always good for her. but lately, it’s been too much. all the late nights and days spent without so much as a kiss from her leave you worried and ever so desperate. it’s not like you’re asking for much, just a little bit of attention.

when you first noticed the revealing dress sofia had gifted you at the back of your closet, you knew exactly what to do. the plan was simple — wear it around the falcone residence until she finally noticed her mistake. you were confident it would get the reaction you wanted. until she saw you, her face twisted into a furious scowl. before you could react, she grabbed your arm and marched you straight into the nearest bedroom, the tension in the air palpable.

sofia struts to where you stand in the room, the haunting click of her heals on the floor following her. she circles around you, her hands skimming over the silk dress. it's funny how such a garment can cause such a fuss. "now, let's get one thing straight" she stops, hands lingering at your hips "all this" she purrs as her eyes scan your figure "is mine. understood?"

you decide to push her further, "i don't follow. all i'm doing is showing off what you bought me, baby." you sway, drawing attention to the fabric - or lack there of - on your body.

sofia's eyes narrow, her grip tightening on your hips as she yanks you close. "you think you’re being clever, hmm?" she hisses, her breath hot against your neck “playing games in front of my men?"

with one hand on your hip she raises the other to your head, grabbing a fist full of hair.

she watches with satisfaction as your eyes well with tears from the shock. "this dress, this body, this pretty little mouth of yours... all mine to do with as i please.”

one hand slides up your side, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist before coming to rest just below your collarbone. "this dress... should be a reminder of who you belong to." her other hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat.

her grip in your hair tightens, just shy of painful. "over my lap. now." sofia releases you abruptly, stepping back to sit at the edge of her bed. "don't keep me waiting, sweetheart. i'm not a patient woman.” she taps her fingers impatiently against her thigh, staring through you as she restlessly awaits your response.

your chest tightens with fear of what she'll do next, but you don't move. instead, you stay still, pushing her further.

“god, must i do everything myself?" she snaps, rising from the bed. in one swift motion, she grabs your arm, yanking you toward her. you gasp falling into her lap forcing air out of your lungs and causing your dress to ride up.

the cool air leaves goosebumps over your thighs and sofia leaves little time for you to collect yourself before binging her hand down against your rear.

"count them out." she demands coldly. her hand comes down again as you wrangle a muffled 'one' from the back of your throat.

sofia continues her assault, filling the room with the echoed sound of skin on skin. you stop fighting the tears several slaps ago, letting them flow freely down your face as your flesh becomes increasingly red.

satisfied with her work, sofia pauses, her hand resting on your lower back. "good girl," she murmurs, her tone almost affectionate. you allow yourself to bask in the praise before uttering a small "thank you."

sofia shuffles back towards the headboard of the bed, smirking as she signals you to move with her. she watches in satisfaction as you crawl towards her, tapping her thigh with her slender finger as if to say “take a seat”.

you can feel her taking in the sight of you - the heat of her gaze on your skin. moving to straddle her leg, you realise how embarrassingly wet you had become.

sofia's lips curl into a hungry grin as she watches you crawl toward her. eyes raking over your figure, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, damp from tears.

“you wanted my attention and now you have it, princess.” she growls, her voice low and dangerous.

you know what she wants you to do - make a mess, give her a show. but your mind was too fuzzy and you just couldn’t seem to make your hips move. instead, you lean in for a kiss.

sofia allows it, letting your lips clashing against each other as you whine into the kiss.

you a pitiful whine as she breaks the kiss, your breath coming in harsh pants. she bring her gaze down to where your heat meets her tight-clad thigh. “need a hand?” she teased, cocking her head.

she watches you eagerly nod and with that, she takes ahold of your hips, digging her nails into your flesh through the thin silk.

there’s something so jarring about being so bare before your fully clothed girlfriend but it’s all worth it for the friction that sends sparks of pleasure up your spine.

at a steady pace she guides your hips up and down her thigh. her feeling is torturous, delicious but leaving so much more to be desired.

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, your embarrassment palpable. she loves you like this - eager, desperate for more.

she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers “poor baby,” her voice laced with sarcasm “so desperate for my attention yet too shy to make all those pretty little noises.”

"sofia," you moan, arching further into her thigh.

"ah ah," sofia tuts, slowing her movement completely. "i didn't say you could move, did i?"

she hooks a finger under the strap of your dress, tugging it down to expose more of your skin. "i love seeing you like this," she breathes, her lips trailing down your neck. "squirming and whimpering, all for me."

“only you.” you breathe, maybe if you appease her she’ll give you what you so desperately need.

“please, baby” you beg, hips bucking up in the desperate search for more traction “i need it.”

"since you asked so nicely," she growls pulling her lips from your skin.

sofia returns her hands to your hips, grinding you against her thigh with expert precision. the friction is incredible, building the tension coiling in your core.

she grips your hips tighter, her nails digging into your flesh as she grinds you harder against her thigh. sofia relishes the debauched sight of you - chest heaving from sporadic breaths, shaking legs tensing around her thigh, hazy eyes brimmed with tears of pleasure.

she quickens her pace as she notices you coming further undone. you can feel it building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter “come on, baby,” sofia urges, her voice low and encouraging. “let go, princess. give me what i want.”

her words in your ear are enough to send you tumbling over the edge. a wave of pleasure crashes over you as sofia draws out every last shudder and gasp.

she pulls back, a satisfied smirk on her face. “what an awful girlfriend i am, hmm?” she tenderly brushes a stray her from your forehead “letting my girl get all needy.”

you pout and joking nod in agreement “the worst.” you chuckle. with the little strength you have left, you shift your weight from her thigh.

“i don’t remember saying i was done with you, sweetheart.” sofia threatens. rather than protest, you steadily lower yourself between her legs, looking up at her through eager eyes.

“who said i was going anywhere?”

[cookingmamatwo-dinnerwithfriends]

chocolate frog terrarium || theodore nott x reader

a/n: WARNING: ur a HUFFLEPUFF GIRL and now you have made-up siblings lol the chocolate frog thing was something i thought of a while ago and i think it’s funny. and i played hogwarts legacy so i have to reference it <3

to say that theodore was nervous about the date was an understatement. he was overwrought and maybe even querulous (thank you thesaurus.com). he didn't know what to wear and he was worried that his hair looked stupid. eventually he decided he looked as good as he was going to and left to meet (y/n) in the bell tower courtyard.

when he made it outside he saw her waiting by the fountain. she was conjuring three little yellow canaries, a spell they had recently learned in mcgonagall's class. when she saw him walking towards her she waved her wand and all of the birds disappeared.

"theo, you made it!" she walked towards him, grinning widely.

"you didn't think i'd show?" he pretends to be offended. "i see you've mastered the avis charm?" he watches as a few yellow feathers fall to the ground at her feet.

"truly i was worried you and malfoy were having me on..." she trailed off before quickly pivoting to a brighter topic. "are you ready to go?"

"yeah let's get going," he offers his arm and she takes it, looping hers through his.

they make small talk as they walk across the rickety bridge and all the way to hogsmeade, talking about everything from potions class to what they think harry potter will manage to do before this year is up. they also make a brief pitstop at the puffskein den on the way to the village ("they're so cute, let's just look at them for a second!").

"where do you want to go first?" theo asked as the both of them entered the wizard village.

"honeyduke's," (y/n) answered immediately.

"that was quick," theo teased her, but still led them to the candy store.

as they walk around together theo watches as she examines almost everything in the store.

"what's your favorite thing in here?" she asks him while still perusing the shelves.

he thinks for a minute before answering, "probably...every-flavor beans."

"are you a sociopath or something?" she asked with mock-seriousness. "i can't eat those. ever since i got a dragon dung flavored bean." she shivered at the memory.

he laughed loudly, "i've never got one like that...what's your favorite?"

she picks up a chocolate frog and holds it up to theo, suddenly laughing lightly at something.

"you know i come from a muggle family, right?" she asked, tilting her head at him. he nodded, so she continued. "i bought one of these for my brother one time, and when it jumped out he thought it was a real frog, so he set up a little habitat for it and kept it as a pet."

"how long did it stick around?" theo asked, genuinely curious as he had never left a chocolate frog open and uneaten for longer than five minutes.

"a day, then it melted under the heat lamp," she chuckled, putting the chocolate frog back. "i wish you could have seen his face when he found his brand new pet frog melted in his tank."

"i've always wondered how muggles would react to all of these different candies," theo said, imagining the scene of a boy finding his new pet as a melted chocolate blob.

"don't get me started on my sister," she rolled her eyes before continuing, "she tries to talk to the cards. she has a crush on her gilderoy lockhart card."

"so you've exposed your muggle family to the wizarding world as well?" he asked.

"yes," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "i think it would be rather selfish to keep all of this to myself."

"did your parents freak out when they found out?"

"oh yes, my mom nearly lost it when i made a worm grow to, like, double its size."

"i would too, that sounds vile," he scrunched his nose up at the thought of a fat fucking earthworm.

(y/n) grabs two chocolate frogs and a box of fizzing whizbees before going to the counter to pay. before she could even get her coin purse open, theo had already given the cashier enough money to cover it.

“you didn’t have to do that,” she frowned.

“i wanted to impress you,” he shrugged.

she rolled her eyes before offering him one of the frogs. they both opened them, caught them, and began eating them.

“what card did you get?” she asked, peering over his shoulder to see.

“fig,” he said unenthusiastically. “i have like eight of him already. who did you get?”

“ooh! i got mcgonagall! i don’t have her yet!” she said excitedly, pocketing the card. “i don’t have fig though….”

she side-eyed him in hopes that he would hand over the card. which he did. he didn’t need a ninth eleazar fig.

they started their walk back to the castle shortly after this. shyly brushing hands until theo made the move to fully hold her hand. he walked her down to the hufflepuff common room where he found himself sad to part ways.

“i had a really nice time today theo…” (y/n) said shyly, looking down at her feet. “we should do this again sometime.”

“yeah definitely! i had a great time too,” he smiled down at her softly.

he was wracking his brain, trying to think of something NORMAL to say, when she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

“goodnight theo,” she smiled softly and went into her common room.

he smiled as he turned around to walk to the dungeons. when he made it to his dorm, malfoy and mattheo (yep he’s here IM SORRY) were waiting for him.

“how’d it go mate?” mattheo asked, smirking at theo.

“it was really great,” theo answered earnestly, too giddy to say something cool and nonchalant.

“that’s just adorable,” malfoy cooed at him.

“shut up…” theo rubbed the back of neck, before plotting with the boys on how to ask (y/n) out again.

[dailyrothko]

Hi! I’m already drawn to Rothko’s art so much just by looking at his paintings on my tiny phone screen. But it is quite unlikely that I’ll get to see his paintings irl, at least not for a few years. Would you mind sharing your experience of looking at a Rothko? Thank you for putting in the work on this blog :)

Hi, I'm sorry I didn't answer this sooner but Tumblr has not been notified me that I have messages and I forgot to check. I've had a coupled of weeks of insomnia so you may have to forgive some languid prose.

In my early viewings of Rothko, I think my reactions were fairly standard exchanges with modern art when you're getting acclimated. Among these, were how big the paintings were, and I duplicated this surprise in my viewings of a couple of other abstract, expressionist painters, notably in my mind, Franz Kline, Jackson Pollock and Lee Krasner along with Rothko.

I think there's a hand in the hand reaction about the size that then you are aware the paintings are not hard edged, the way, say an Ellsworth Kelly painting would be. There's a plastic look effective in pop-art that Rothko strenuously avoided. They are undeniably sensual, almost romantic.

Once you get the size, you can really appreciate this because when you read art monographs or look at the internet, the lens is so reduced, one tends to get a constricted notion of color squares like you would see in a color theory book. However, the face-to-face confrontation reveals quite the opposite feeling of that kind of art.

It's a little hard to describe, but it's not that the paintings are completely soft. They have a lot of minor details, brushstrokes, stray lines and bits of splattered paint, but none of those colliding forces interfere with an overall limitless impression of the form that makes it very different from hard edge or gestural painting (like de Kooning). Part of what's hard to describe, is how it is not soft, but rather translucent, not vague, but flowering out to infinity.

I find with Rothko in particular that when you start looking, you want to keep looking. I suppose one of his detractors might say you're doing it because you're looking for something where there is nothing, but my experience with art is that, where there is nothing you quickly move on. Rothko might be equated in some minds with an Antonioni movie (Certainly Antonioni himself thought this) where it has a quality of nothingness but not one of no meaning. We read meaning into everything we are exposed to, it's part of how our brains process things, but perhaps Rothko's great skill is inviting you to look. i would not be the first to think so.

My tendency to invest in things I like leads me to unconsciously test myself as if from the outside, making sure that I am not fooling myself as to the merit of it (who wants to be a sucker, right?) and, I've seen a couple over the years that I felt didn't age well, maybe, something about them didn't look as alive, not the color combinations, but possibly something with the paint dulling overtime. I don't think galleries like to talk about it because the artist so valuable as an investment, but you do see, if rarely, paintings would you feel maybe age got the better of. Much of this, though can be attributed to the way light works with Rothko. The public tends to gripe when a gallery is not brightly lit, but Rothkos tend to wilt under bright lights and lose depth. This has a lot to do with the fact that Rothko painted in dim light like El Greco, and voiced his paintings to speak this way.

When they do work, which is quite often, it's pretty vivid, and I feel, entrancing. When I first got really interested in Rothko in my late teenage years, I did not know a single person who was interested in it among my group of friends and I bought a poster from the cover of Bonnie Clearwater's works on paper book and I hung it on my wall. It was a conversation starter because nobody liked it! I suppose that's the age where some people are geared towards something more classically punchy.

My feeling of the paintings, especially early in my life, remind me of an effect one might feel from music that you've never heard before, much like the response I had from the early rural blues music of the late 1920s. I didn't know how much I loved it exactly, I only knew that it was powerfully beckoning me to return. And, as one returns, you participate in a communion. You relax into it and the feelings you have rise to the surface, sometimes framing emotionally charged interchange between you and the art. I think that's a lovely thing to get from whatever kind of art you like.

Now, I am kind of an old hand at seeing Rothko paintings, but I rarely cease to be surprised by them and that maybe that is their finest attribute.

I can't imagine this helps much, but I hope that when you do see one in person, you will write and share your impressions, because after all, they are the ones that count

[minhosimthings]

Dances Avec Les Etoiles ft. Heeseung - The Vows

Synopsis: God how boring is love? For Lee Heeseung, it was perhaps the most boring thing in this rotten world. But for his parents, it meant buisness. And buisness meant getting Heeseung married off to a princess from another kingdom. And when the princess shares a peculiar interest, Heeseung starts to believe in Cupid again.

Pairings: Prince!Heeseung × Princess!fem!reader

Warnings: literal fluff nothing else, vows and a wedding my baes!!!

A/N: I HAD to write a wedding scene like COME ON its a law in Mona town that you cannot not write a wedding scene. Also I wrote really sappy vows so sorry not really that @candewlsy babe your daddy papi is a lovesick daddy papi now hehe

Part 1 || Part 2 || The Wedding

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Weddings were always thought to be pompous events, jewels, dresses, champagne, whose son married whose daughter, gold, silver, and most importantly first dances.

And Heeseung couldn't have been more impatient for his first dance than ever.

Although it wasn't his first dance with you, having danced with you with every passing second of time since your engagement was officially announced.

He had sneaked you out often to the western wing, much to the suffering of Sunoo who had to hear Heeseung's rants about how pretty you danced with him.

And now it was suddenly the wedding, how the time had passed so quickly, and how, now, you were all dolled up in your flowy wedding dress, with adornments on you, enough to last a time. But the thing that shone especially bright was the rose gold ring on your finger, which Heeseung had customised for you. A ballerina figure sat on top of the ring, a bit extra, but it was Heeseung, and you loved how he had your initials engraved on the ring.

And then there you were again, walking with slow, flickering footsteps down a carpeted aisle to Heeseung.

Your Heeseung.

Your dancing prince.

You had often heard of the notion that brides shouldn't ever cry on weddings, it was apparently bad luck.

But how could you have held yourself back? When your ears listened to the beautiful notes of Heeseung's voice reading his own, written vows, a first for Tarnow's royal weddings apparently. But how could he have not? His princess deserved more than poetry. Especially when vows weren't usually allowed for princesses so usually the groom had to take incharge of the "how much I love you" banter.

"Beautiful." Heeseung whispered to you as you stepped onto the pedestal, facing his handsome face, "You look beautiful."

"As do you, my prince."

The priest clearing his throat snapped Heeseung out of his daze, while he was staring at your exposed neck and collarbones, god he hoped he didn't have anything particularly visible.

"Right." Heeseung took a deep breath, and took his paper from a very sweaty Jay, who was looking at you with a "Thank you for falling in love with him" smile (as if he hadn't thanked you enough already).

"I-Im kind of bad at writing vows and everything. Not like I've written them before! Because I-Ive never been married before I mean-" Heeseung panicked, but immediately calmed down at seeing the smile on your face. You placed your hand on top of his, earning an "aww" from the guests and a smile from Heeseung, who took another deep breath and started.

"Princess Y/N of the Witchelm Kingdom." Of course the declarations had to be first, "Have you ever heard of the sentence, Dances avec les etoiles?"

His voice bought a blush to your face.

"It means to want to dance with stars. When I was forced to learn french at eight, I found out about this pretty poetic line, and I related to it greatly. A little too greatly perhaps, and I found myself dancing in the darkest corners of this palace every night. It gave me peace, a lot of peace, to see myself in a great big mirror and do what I could never do to the strangers in the outside world."

You swore you could see stars dancing around Heeseung.

"But then, you came into this thing I call my life, and for-for perhaps the first time, I felt complete. Yes, we may have bickered, too many times for your liking-" that incited a giggle out of you, "But even in that, even in your anger, I truly found beauty in its equality. And when you danced for the first time at the ball? Oh god I swear I could have ravaged the earth for you right there and then, my princess."

You could have done the same for him at that moment.

"I had always thought of love as an insignificant thing, who would crave for a mere emotion like that? But now I realise, that it the only emotion I am ever so starved of, and it is the only emotion I feel, every single time your light shines on mine.

God do you know how much you dance like a swan in the corners of my heart I thought were unreachable? Because you do, you truly do. If there were a hundred universes in this world, I swear to find you in each one, and have one last dance with you, one last sinful symphony if it's the final thing I do, if your face is the final thing I see, then darling consider me blessed in my choices and cursed in my rendezvous.

I-I would be the happiest man on earth, if I was to dance with you every second, if my hand were you rest on your waist and twirl you around every day, I would truly be happy, Y/N.

I would be dancing with you among the stars, so much that the planets themselves get jealous, that their astral ballet cannot compete with ours."

You truly never knew the dance of two souls could have been more prettier than Spanish flamenco. But now, as your lips moved in synchronisation with Heeseung's, the sweet venom injecting into your lovesick blood, his hand ghosting your waist, as if he was afraid to even break you, you truly knew what love was.

It was to match each other's feet in the mirror of a now renovated western wing, dedicated to dancing and only dancing.

It was to make fun of Heeseung's brothers for their terrible dancing skills (barring Jay).

It was to simply exist with Heeseung.

It was to dance among the stars with him, as the saying went,

Dances Avec Les Etoiles.

Taglist: @amazzwon @heeseungshim @kvmariii @mwahvvis @hottiewifeyyyy @sacrificeatmeup @perfectnighttt @yawnzzhoon @yungnorth

[ikeuluvr]

at-home dates || enhypen maknae line

synopsis - what enhypen's maknae line would plan for your stay-in date night

idol!enhypen x reader / established relationship + fluff fluff so much fluff / warnings - none! / wc ~300 per member

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Everyone knows that Sunoo has the most perfect skin you’ve ever seen on a man. It envied you that your boyfriend has better skin and a better routine than you. Naturally, when you told him this, he knew he had to plan an at-home spa night. Sunoo had gone out and bought everything that he uses daily along with a few extra products he loves so you can have your own. He’d insist on coming over to your apartment since his place’s bathroom is owned by seven men and that is no place for a relaxing spa day. You and Sunoo sit across from one another atop your bed as he pulls out each bottle he bought for you, thoroughly explaining what it is, when to use it, how to use it, and answering any questions you have along the way. Every few sentences he’d let out a light giggle at how cute you looked as you attentively listened to his lecture on skin care. After finally coming to an understanding of each product, Sunoo took you to the bathroom to begin showing you exactly how to use everything. Before starting, he’d help you put on your headband, placing a gentle kiss on your now-exposed forehead. He would use the product on himself first before turning his full attention to you to help, bending over in loud laughter when you’d get flustered and confused. When it came time to put on face masks, Sunoo would have you sit on the counter with him standing in between your legs. He couldn’t help but smile brightly as he placed the wet mask on your face. “You’re just really pretty,” he’d whisper after asking him what the smile painted on his face was for.

An apartment owned by seven singers isn’t an apartment owned by seven singers unless there’s a ginormous karaoke machine sitting in the corner. With a grin, Jungwon made a bet with you: if you could score higher than him, then he would take you on a trip to Jeju that you’d been nagging him about for months. However, if he wins, you have to buy him a new pair of sneakers he’s been eyeing. Of course, you agreed to the bet and prepared to humble your world-class singer of a boyfriend. Jungwon laughed at how quickly you sprung out of your seat to turn on the karaoke machine, admiring your excitement. Losing the game of rock, paper, scissors, Jungwon was forced to go first. Jungwon being as cheesy as he is, chooses ‘Just One Day’ by BTS knowing it’s one of your favorite songs. He danced his way over to you as he sang the flirtatious lyrics, grabbing your hand and standing you up so he could look into your eyes. “Holding your hands, I’d lay myself under the sun with you. I wouldn’t let it end at a beautiful night, I’d confess my love to you, with the moon as the lighting,” Jungwon continues to sing as he holds your hand with his free one, rubbing circles with his thumb. After wrapping up the song, he flashes his dimple-filled smile and plants a kiss on your forehead before passing the mic to you. Teasing him for cheating by making you flustered, you were ready to make him feel the same times ten. You chose a ballad, ‘Always’ by Yoon Mirae. Hearing the first few notes, Jungwon jokingly grasps his heart and falls backward. As soon as you start, Jungwon is quick to quit his act, transfixed at the sound of your voice. “One day, you came to me like a dream. You shook up my heart, I knew it was destiny,” you sang to him. Jungwon’s face was full of love with his eyes glossed over due to of the mix of the lyrics and the sereneness of your voice. If someone asked him all of the moments he knew he loved you, this moment would be in his top three. After finishing the song and putting the mic back in its place, Jungwon stumbled his way over to you and wrapped himself around you. “Okay, you win,” he mumbled into your neck, “This was just for fun anyway, I bought our tickets to Jeju already. We leave in two days.”

An array of colors in cups sit before you along with two canvases laying across from one another on the tarped floor. Your boyfriend had bought the two of you painting sets for tonight’s stay-in date. You have always loved watching Riki paint on the rare chance he has time to. The way he guides the brush in gentle strokes while humming a mesmerizing tune is something so serene to you. Riki’s eyes glistened at the sight of you trying your best to match the painting tutorial that he was giving you. Small giggles couldn’t help but to escape his lips when your strokes looked the complete opposite of his. He made sure that you knew he was proud of you for even trying nonetheless. “It all takes practice, baby. You’re doing great,” he would assure you every time he noticed you becoming frustrated. Wrapping his tall figure around your body, he would place his hand on your’s to guide you through different lines, shapes, and figures while explaining his top secret painting techniques. Every so often you could feel his body tighten around you as he took in the closeness that you shared, leaving soft kisses to your cheek as you painted. Riki couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter after seeing your mess of a final product; colors mixed together, disconnected lines, asymmetrical figures, it was definitely… a painting. You pouted at the way your boyfriend fell over in laughter, clutching his stomach, and struggling to find air to breathe. Quickly enough he tried to pull himself together and threw himself onto you. “Babe, I love it, it’s so perfect,” he laughs out, holding the canvas in front of his face. Even though you didn’t believe him, Riki proved just how much he adored your painting by placing it on his nightstand right next to his framed picture of the two of you on your first date.

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[mactavishwritings]

Roxanne - moulin rouge inspired fic

Simon "ghost" Riley x cam girl! Reader

smut but no sex?, fluff, a teeniest bit of angst

this fic is my birthday present for myself. Happy birthday to me

“Roxanne... You don't have to put on that red light."

Simon's eyes were stinging as he waited for the 'LIVE' notification on your freecamcast.com channel. Simon didn't know why he spent his off time obsessively waiting for the fake attention of a woman who had no idea who he was until 4 months ago. He sighed desperately as the notification still hadn't come. You didn't have a typical routine; you were never consistent with when you were live.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, growing tired as it got later. He knew you lived within the same time zone as him because you would say it was the same time for you as it was for Simon. He was relatively new to your channel, you were one of the most popular camgirls on this site, consistently within the top 5 % of creators. He weirdly felt a sense of pride, that his favorite creator was so popular.

Finally, Simon's computer chimed, alerting Simon that you had finally gone live. He smiled softly as he clicked into your livestream. There were already a few thousand viewers on your stream and when he saw you, his heart fluttered. There you were; your hair pulled back into a thick ponytail with a light pink bow on top and the baby pink lingerie set he bought and sent to you. Told you he wanted you to wear it for your birthday and here you were, all dressed up for him. Simon was one of your top viewers and top tipper.

"Hi everyone!" Your soft voice came over Simon's speakers and he sighed happily. He instantly found relief in your voice and the deep centers of your endless eyes. He leaned forward, taking in the appearance of your body in the babydoll dress.

"Thank you all!" You giggled as the chat filled with birthday messages all flying past, everyone hoping to get their message noticed first. You giggled as you watched all the messages go by. You leaned back in your seat. You had a full setup, looking like a professional Twitch steamer setup. You had a soft ring light that cast a very romantic glow on your presence. It made you look ethereal and angelic, more so than you already were.

You hummed along to the soft music that played in the background of your stream. Your chin was tilted up, exposing your jawline and your neck. "How's everyone's night going? Are we having a great time?" You mused, sighing happily. Simon sent off a $50 tip, the first of many of that night. Your stream made a chime to notify you of the tip. You perked up and read the happy birthday message Simon attached to the tip. "Oh! Mr. Ghost! Thank you for the tip. I wore that outfit you got for my birthday, just for you." You beamed, sitting up to show off the lingerie that lay on your body. He sent a message to the chat, smiling as he typed out the message.

Mr. Ghost: looks good on u

You spun your chair once as if to twirl. Your giggles filled the room, making Simon chuckle with you. He felt as if you and him were the only ones on this call. You pushed your chair back and batted your eyelashes at the screen.

Mr. Ghost: so pretty. Glad u like it

You nodded happily, grinning ear to ear. "Of course I like it! How could l not? I just love everything you send me." You winked before moving on to greet the other viewers and Simon sunk back into his seat. He was excited for tonight's stream because he had a private, one-on-one chat with you after. Because he was one of your top tippers, he got special privileges that got him special benefits, like private chats and access to more actions like buying you outfits to wear on stream.

Simon zoned back and returned his focus to you. The stream took a drastic turn, you had shifted your hips back and popped them up, your feet now resting on the armrests of your pink gaming chair. Your eyes were wide and had a hint of innocence to them. Simon watched the screen intensely and his eyes followed the slow movements of your hands. Your hands traced down your thighs and your nails scratched up them. You sighed dramatically and tilted your head to the side, maintaining eye contact with the camera the whole time.

"It's just so sad I'm here all alone on my birthday, a little girl like me, all alone." You fluttered your lashes and the chat went insane as your hand tipped down towards your clothed center. The set Simon got you came with a pair of panties that barely covered your center. You whined, hand slipping over your center and Simon felt his mouth water. You sighed again, sitting up and you returned your feet to the floor. "Whatever is a girl like me to do!" You giggled again as your stream was flooded by anonymous men tipping you anywhere from $20 to $100, just to get a glimpse under your panties.

-

Simon's stomach was in knots. You had sent Simon the link to the private video calls so he could join. The only thing different about this call, the thing making him so nervous, was that he promised to finally get on camera for you to see, just for your birthday. He readjusted his hair one last time before joining the call.

"Mr. Ghost! I was starting to worry that you were gonna ghost me." Your giggle was the first thing he heard and it immediately made him relax. "I'd never do that to you. You know that." He answered you simply and took in your appearance. You had cleaned up from the stream, fixed your hair, and put away all your toys. You were still in your lingerie and Simon smiled. "You look cute."

"Thank you, Mr. Ghostie! A cute guy dressed me." You winked at the camera and Simon chuckled. "Well, he has good taste. Wanna give me a twirl, love?" Simon leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. Your face lit up and you nodded, standing up and shuffling to get your whole body into frame. He felt himself laugh at your fluffy, white socks. You did a slow spin, showing off the whole outfit. "Very nice…I like it."

"Thank you…Now, I think you have something to show me." You sat back down, resting your elbows on the desk, your chin resting on your hands. "Yeah…right." Simon nervously rubbed his neck and he watched your eyebrows knit together, a worried expression appearing. "You don't have to! I'm not pressuring you." Simon felt his heart flutter and he leaned forward to turn his camera on. Like you, Simon had a semi-profession streamer set up, being big on PC games while on his leave.

He pushed his curls back and smiled as the camera clicked on. "Oh thank fuck. I was hoping you were secretly hot and not some old fuck." You immediately sat up and scootched up to the desk to stare closely at him. He turned his chin in each direction to show off his face to you. You sat back in your seat with the biggest smile on your face. "Happy birthday." Simon smiled back and you pushed yourself up to sit cris-cros on your gaming seat. "Will you do me a favor tonight?" Simon asked, watching you shift around. "Tell me." You twirled a hair on your finger.

"Want you relaxed. Go change. Still gonna make sure you're taken of, but not tonight, angel." He made sure to make pointed eye contact and you had a genuine smile on your face. "Thank you. I didn't want to work on my birthday." You stood up and you left the frame. Simon took a deep breath and adjusted his headphones. He didn't know why he requested this, but something just told him to. He couldn't help but feel like you treated him differently than your other viewers.

You two had done a couple of sessions like this, where he asked for the non-performer you. Simon loved those sessions because it made it feel real. Like he wasn't paying you for friendship, for just a sense of intimacy. You soon came back into the frame, dressed in a light pink hoodie and sweatpant set. Your hood was pulled up on your head and you had slippers on your feet.

"Hey, pretty girl." Simon smiled as you placed your headphones on your head and then your hoodie over the headphones. "Hey." Your soft voice made Simon nearly melt. "Thank you, ghostie." You giggled and Simon leaned back in his chair, finally able to relax. "Simon. I'm Simon." He felt his chest pounding as your eyes softened, testing the name on your lips. "Okay, Simon." You hummed and your eyes scanned a screen off to the side. "Did you wanna just talk or watch a movie, or something?" Simon just shook his head. "It's your birthday. Pick."

"Okay! I have questions about you." You sat up and clicked a couple of things on your end before turning back towards Simon. "Okay, hit me."

The two of you went back and forth for a few hours and Simon was able to determine a few things. You two lived in the same area, pretty close actually. You recently got a kitten, and he told you a little about his job. You both slowly opened up to each other, progressively sharing more and more personal details.

It was nearing 2 am and the both of you were talking like Simon wasn't paying you. Your feet were resting up on your chair and your hoodie was slowly falling off your shoulder. You sighed and looked over towards the window in your streaming room. "Thanks for hanging out with me on my birthday. Would've spent it alone." You smiled and Simon nodded, happy to make you happy. "Of course. I would do this every night if I could." Simon said, cautious for your reaction.

You looked away for a moment before taking a deep breath. "If I…gave you my number…Do you promise me you won't use it for a free session?" Your voice had a desperate tone to it, Simon felt his heart shatter. He nodded, staring at you with a concerned look written all over his face. "I swear on my life." Simon couldn't breathe, your eyes searched his for anything to prove different.

-

His addiction to you got worse. He swore that he wasn't going to be one of those people who couldn't put their phone down, but here he was, desperately waiting for your next message. His day practically revolved around you, more so than it already did. He felt so much closer to you than anyone else who watched your streams. He got a more personal look at you, to see who you were beyond your body.

Simon was lying in bed, phone next to him open to your messages. You weren't streaming that night due to an injury that you didn't say more about and it was driving him nuts not to know about. His eyes flicked back and forth between your messages and the show that was passing time between the next text. Simon was on a one-month leave and was happy to finally have time to relax.

Simon felt a constant buzzing and his eyes whipped down to his phone. Your caller ID was staring back at him and his mind went silent. You never called him out of the blue, always asking before if it was okay.

"(Y/N)? You alright?" Simon sat forward, nervously shifting his weight. "Um…yeah. I'm okay." Your voice gave you away, shaking, and the sniffles you tried to hide came through. "You're lying to me." Simon tried his best to not sound freaked out, trying to sound confident to help you. "No, I'm not okay. I got kicked out of my apartment. Leasing manager found out what I do and ended my lease."

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Simon felt like he was going to puke. You gave Simon your number 2 months ago and you trusted him with your life. The night before, you called him when you needed support. You called him, explaining that you had been forced out of your home and didn't know what to do. He talked you through the fear and got you placed in a hotel for the night. He didn't know what came over him, his suspicions being confirmed that you lived in the same town as him.

Once you got settled in the hotel, you called Simon back to let him know that you made it to the hotel. He wanted you to have a moment to decompress before anything else happened. He made you promise that you would call you in the morning and he would help you figure out the next steps.

He was already awake when you called the next morning. You sounded better, having a night to think everything over. "You feeling okay?" Simon's voice held a softness that he never heard from himself before. "Yeah, I'm just hungry." You giggled tiredly and sighed. "I'll send you breakfast, what do you want?" Simon offered like it was nothing. "How about you and I go to breakfast instead?" Simon felt his stomach dance and he chuckled. "I would love to. Give me 5 and I'll come grab you. If you bring a wallet, I'm not coming."

You were so much prettier in person. You smelled even better than Simon imagined and your smile was so bright. Simon pulled up in front of you at the hotel and rolled down the window. "Get in, doll." You got in the car and put your favorite breakfast spot in the GPS.

Simon was trying his best to control his nerves, feeling his hands shake like he was back in basic training. He occasionally looked over at you, just to make sure that you were real. At breakfast, he could barely contain his smile. Your humor matched his perfectly and he never wanted you to leave his sight. "If I offered for you to move in with me until you get your footing, would it ruin everything?" Simon asked you and your eyes softened, leaning forward. "Never."

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Simon watched your stream from the other room but heard everything. He watched the chat, messages flying by as you put on your performance. You made him promise you that he wouldn't donate that night since he was letting you stay with him. He did slip a $50 in your purse that afternoon. He listened to the soft sounds of your moans, knowing the stream was coming to an end soon.

As soon as you came, you giggled and sat back in your chair to do your sign-off. Simon shifted in his seat as you fake-flirted with the other men in your chat, feeling a sudden urge of jealousy. He didn't like the attention you were giving away and that he couldn't receive any himself until after you finished with the others. When you got off and cleaned up, you exited the room with a bashful look on your face. and nervously sat down next to him. Simon smoothed your hair and looked over your face.

"How much?" He whispered, not wanting to say it out loud, not wanting to completely ruin everything he spent so long to build. "How much what?" You looked at him confused, fidgeting with your manicured nails. "How much for you to stop camming? I'll pay anything…" He ran his hand over your hair and your shoulders dropped and he panicked.

"I can't keep watching you show off to other men. I need to keep you for myself. Please (Y/N)…You don't have to go live anymore…Let me take care of you. Let me make you mine." Simon finished his sentence with a deep breath and waited for your response. He couldn't take the silence as everything processed in your mind. He opened his mouth to speak again when you surged forward.

Your lips connected with his and your hands wrapped around his neck. You sat up on your knees and pushed yourself against his chest. Simon took a moment to catch himself before his hands made their way to your hips, kissing you back with a desperation that made him embarrassed. He pulled you onto his lap and pulled you closer. "Simon…" You gasped and he immediately needed more as he squeezed your hips. "Stay with me." He begged and you nodded.

"Always."

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I want to turn myself into a twinky fuck toy for a wealthy man. Can chronviac help me with that?

Well, as they say, everything's bigger in Texas… I'm a junior partner in a large New York asset management firm. We take care of the high net worth clients. To get into our client file, you have to have over USD 100 million in free liquidity. Our clients are demanding. But we are the best. And we do everything for our customers. Really EVERYTHING!

When I took over the clients of a colleague who had retired a month ago, I thought Chuck Tex was a stage name. Until I had my first appointment with him. His record was more than impressive. Heir to old oil and cattle nobility. Classic career of the Texas oil barons. School in New England, studied in Paris, Oxford and Zurich, founded his first start-up company at the age of 20. And sold at 25 for USD 500 million. Now in his mid-30s, he had not yet inherited a cent from his family, but thanks to his excellent education and connections, he had already amassed a fortune on a par with that of his old man. I expected… Actually, I had no idea what I was expecting… But I certainly didn't expect this:

Chuck looked like a porn star. Or a marriage fraud. Or just like a man who I couldn't wait to throw me on the bed and fuck me mercilessly. His handshake was firm, but finely dosed just before the pain threshold. His gaze could certainly cut through steel plates. But I was a professional, I kept my composure. After I asked him what I could do for him, he got straight to the point. First of all, he needed some cash for his stay in New York. USD 10,000 would be enough. Gladly 100 dollar bills. But hot off the press, please. That was no problem. I sent a short memo to my assistant and she would take care of it. But the real reason for his visit was a project in Greenwich Village. He had bought a few buildings there that he was renovating. His aim was to restore the Village to its former charm. That's why he wanted to create cheap apartments, studios and stores and eliminate expensive office space. The whole thing was not intended as an investment, more as a hobby. A kind of gay and creative Disneyland. I briefly wondered why I wasn't actually a billionaire… And then I asked Chuck what my role was. Whether I could help with the financing or with saving taxes.

Chuck just grinned. No, saving taxes wouldn't fit in with his understanding of patriotism. And he would have financed it all with his last start-up exit. But he would need someone to take care of the real estate. Someone to ensure the right tenant mix. Someone to give his studio apartment the right finishing touches. I briefly went through my network in my mind. I had a gay acquaintance who owned a number of bars and restaurants. And I also knew a good project developer. And one of my school friends was a hip interior designer. I smiled and said I probably had just the people he needed. Chuck smiled back. It made my heart stop. He didn't want anyone from my network. He wanted me. I was about to say that I was flattered, but that I wasn't available for such projects right now. But instead I said "Of course, Daddy". Did I want to accompany him to the construction site? "If I may, Daddy!" At that moment, my assistant came in with a bundle of freshly pressed banknotes. Chuck smiled and said he needed me for the rest of the day. Please cancel all my appointments. I nodded to her and followed Chuck like a dog to its master.

In his limousine, Chuck asked me if I had ever been to Texas. I answered in the negative. But the boots I was wearing looked authentic. Yeah, they were my pride and joy. But I wouldn't have ridden a bull yet. I shook my head and giggled like a schoolgirl. Chuck kneaded the bulge in his pants and said that I would definitely be fucked by a bull today. I only got out a "Thank you, Daddy". Chuck let me sit on his lap. He undid another button of his silk shirt and exposed his right nipple. Like a puppy on its mother's teat, I began to suckle. Chuck kneaded my bulge and said that I was a good boy.

The car came to a halt in the second row in front of an old brick building. The walls were covered in high-quality graffiti. There was a closed table dance bar downstairs and some kind of jewelry store upstairs. Some kind of jewelry on display. Made of stainless steel. On closer inspection, piercing jewelry, cock rings and stainless steel dildos. I looked in the shop window like a child in the window of a candy store. Chuck took my hand, pulled me into the stairwell and told me that I could choose something later if I was good. He stroked the long hair on the back of my neck. I love my Mullet. I look a bit like the young cowboys on Daddy's Daddy's farm.

We had just arrived at Chuck's empty apartment when I got down on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. "First you strip for me, boy," Chuck ordered. He tossed me a cowboy hat that was in a closet. "Everything but your briefs, boots and hat!". Eagerly awaiting the reward, I did everything I was told to do. "And now lube yourself up". He threw me a bottle. And I did as I was told. I could feel my hard-earned muscles disappearing. I felt younger and younger. Although it was hard as steel, my cock was getting smaller and smaller. "I think you need a little more decoration, boy," Chuck said and put a chain on me. Satisfied, he looked at me as I sat on the floor and could hardly wait for my reward.

Chuck took his boner out of his pants. And I leaned back in anticipation. I wanted to be a good houseboy. And today was the housewarming party.

Chuck's pic found @mensuited, yours @hellishin

[lycanlupins]

┌─ “ „ EYES LIKE SKY ─┐

Roy Harper x F!Reader - Chapter 1

Cam Girl Au! [+18]

Sex toys, D&S elements, controlled orgasm, pet names

AN: im kinda back?? idk im trying this out because i really like writing again 🥹 lmk if y’all like this!! remember to like + rb + leave a comment if you enjoyed it!! Anyways, enjoy Chapter 1!!

You heard a familiar ping come from your laptop, a sign that everything was up and working on your end.

“Great…” you sigh and roll your eyes, “Time for another show.” You’re a cam girl, and a pretty successful one at that, but it never failed to make you rethink your career path when you logged in at the same time every night like clockwork. You didn’t have a specialty so to speak but you did have a specific clientele, so you did what you do best; angle your camera, adjust your lingerie and press the glaring red go live button to start your show.

[r0binhood]: how’s our favorite girl?

[seraphicsiren]: tired, been pretty low energy lately but i’m ready to please as always!

Your number one fan, r0binhood, was finally there and that meant you’d be taking home at least $100 that night.

[r0binhood]: good, hopefully that means you have all of your toys charged ;)

Gag. He was probably some creep in his 50’s, rubbing one out on his wrinkly cock while you talk him through it but fuck it, his money was a nice cushion while you got back on your feet at the new apartment you were renting.

“Hi boys, let’s start shall we?” You purred, pushing the straps of your nightgown down ever so slowly just to tease your viewers. Suddenly you hear a familiar notification, your first tip of the night. A few tokens here and there from desperate men trying to get your attention but you knew better. You knew if you wanted the real money, you would wait for him.

r0binhood has sent you 50 tokens.

There it is. You push down your nightgown, exposing the lacey bra underneath, a slew of tips flooding your notifications once more. They never got to see your face, it was your one rule, and it kept the mystery alive for them. You won’t have a breach of privacy and they can imagine you look like their wildest, wettest dreams.

[r0binhood]: private show?

[seraphicsiren]: you know the rules, private shows are 500 an hour.

He wouldn’t, you knew better than to expect a man to buy that sort of time on one of your shows. Sure, you may make a few hundred per show along with your other forms of income but a private show? In your dreams. You were asking $25 an hour for your time, it wasn’t much but most men would tune out then and there.

r0binhood bought a private show.

The screen went blank, no notifications to be had and then an empty chat popped up.

[r0binhood]: hi princess. just thought i’d spoil myself and see what you can do for me with the time we have here.

You were used to entertaining multiple men, and sometimes others, at the best of times on your streams. This was scary, this was something you were completely foreign to.

[seraphicsiren]: you have an hour of my time to tell me to do whatever it is you’d like. my attention is all on you.

Your hands were shaking, sweaty, and clammy at the thought of performing for one person. You had been intimate in the past, that wasn’t the issue, he was paying for you to please him this time. And while yes, you knew what he liked more or less, he was still someone completely stranger to you.

[r0binhood]: why don’t you start off with the bullet, don’t take anything off, just use the bullet on yourself.

You grabbed the compact vibrator from your nightstand, flipping the switch to the on position as it came to life with a whirring sound. Most often than not, you were in control of the speed and rhythm, but tonight he had tricks up his sleeve.

r0binhood redeemed 300 tokens for bullet control.

Shit. You begrudgingly sent the link for a 10 minute session on your vibrator.

[seraphicsiren]: use those 10 minutes wisely

[r0binhood]: i’ll only need 5

An immediate slow vibration started against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your nerves.

“Fuck…” you moan under your breath. Usually men like him would spend their 10 minutes of control on the highest setting, they never knew what you liked. They thought all women must like a high intensity session when it just felt boring to you, but you faked orgasm after orgasm when they were in control to make them feel better.

Not this time. No, this man knew what he was doing, he slowly upped the intensity until he heard that hitch in your breathing, the one that indicated that it must have felt good.

“Mmnh…that feels so good, christ…” you lolled your head back, rutting against the vibrator and a pillow under you for better friction. He must have noticed the way you were reacting because he immediately switched up the intensity for a split second to grab your attention.

[r0binhood]: needed your attention sweetheart, i want your eyes on me, i want to watch you come undone.

This man… he commanded his attention, and he commanded it well. Why was this man behind the screen making you feel horny for some god forsaken reason? Was it the dominance? The control he had over you at this moment? Fuck it, you didn’t care, it just felt so damn good.

Another minute passed before he grew bored of the intensity, turning it up a setting or two.

“Shit!” You squeaked, panting like a dog at the feeling between your legs. You were soaking, dripping all over your pretty red sheets and pillows, grinding down for some semblance of friction against your puffy, needy cunt.

Soon enough, the setting he was at was beginning to make you see stars. Babbling nonsense and a string of curses as you kept humping your pillow like a horny teen until—

“SHITSHITSHIT!” You felt that tight coil in your stomach pop, squirting all over your sheets and everything within a small distance of you. You wanted to collapse, you could feel your legs turn to jelly as you tried to crawl back to your laptop.

[seraphicsiren]: 5 minutes…left…

You knew he was chuckling behind his screen, because how the fuck did he get you to squirt on camera with just him in control.

[r0binhood]: i’ll let you be for tonight, here’s the rest of my tokens. i’ll be back tomorrow night if you’re online. see ya princess.

r0binhood tipped 1000 tokens.

Not long afterwards you ended your stream, too spent and shocked to continue for the night. You shut your laptop, cleaned your bed and made a beeline for your kitchen.

“How the fuck did he do that…” you racked your brain for the amount of times you had actually cum on stream. You could count the times on one hand and now make that two hands. You were still throbbing, rubbing your legs together while you washed some dishes in your sink. You never noticed the window in your kitchen was facing another occupied apartment until just now.

“Huh…wonder who lives there.” You watch the light from their tv flicker different colors. Suddenly you see movement, someone getting closer to the window. Holy fuck.

He looks directly at you, a smile wide on his face as he waves and opens his window. You were awestruck for a moment, he was gorgeous. Not in a model way but something different. He was rugged and manly but still somehow read as boyish. After a few moments you join him in opening your window, leaning out ever so slightly.

“Hi! I’m Roy, nice to see a friendly face across the way for once!” He shouted.

“I’m Y/N, I’m guessing this place was empty for a bit?”

“Yeah, this isn’t really the nicest building around but it's got charm! What do you say we meet for coffee sometime? I haven’t met anyone around my age in forever.”

“Yeah! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

He smiles a toothy grin. God he was cute, missing a tooth by his right canine and light ginger stubble littered his chin. He nodded while you were busy taking in every feature of his face and he chuckled.

“Hey, get some sleep, you look out of it.” He shook his head, still smiling from ear to ear. You couldn’t tell if you were throbbing from the mind numbing orgasm you had earlier or if his kind smile had your brain in a tizzy, either way you needed to take care of that feeling before bed. You finished up dishes in the kitchen, closed your window and headed straight for the cum soaked bed.

You were honestly too tired and too horny to care so you grabbed the nearest towel and dropped it on top of your sheets. You could worry about that in the morning, right now you needed sweet relief. And with your final spur of energy you grabbed your dildo and got right to work at the thought of that hot ginger across the hall.

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[mr2swap]

Halloween Special: Hairy Potter 

The sound of Mommy's car horn that they met outside made my father jump who was now dressed in my Superman costume, while I was in the living room of our house playing video games, He made an exception of annoyance and muttered some curses softly that I could hear. He jumped down from the sofa and with his small legs walked towards the kitchen. He stretched out one of his short arms adorned with fake muscles and took the plastic gourd.

-Just… don't leave the house, okay? there's pizza in the fridge and if you need something just call mom and... better not call- My father was nervous, he brought one of his little hands to his forehead and caressed his pale forehead, it's been a long time since he spent time alone with mom, though now he'll have to spend it as a 10-year-old instead of a 35-year-old professional bodybuilder.

-Everything will be a great daddy! Just…relax- my father sighed once more before trying to leave through the front door, but now he was less than half his size and needed the help of an adult, like me.

I put on the video game and with my long and hairy legs I walked to the door and helped my father open the door, my mother was dressed as Supergirl and she smiled at my father as soon as she saw him out with his adorable superman costume.

-Have fun trick-or-treating and don't eat them all, save some for me!- My powerful deep voice rang throughout the neighborhood as my father walked to my mom's car, as my father got in the car I could see a small smile on his embarrassed face. That was the first time I had seen my father smile since our bodies were switched after I made a wish on that old “Zoltar” machine at the mall.

I closed the door to the house and began to undress as I walked to my room where I kept my costume for the Halloween party. It was strangely liberating to take off Dad's tight clothes and let my long furry wee-wee sway from side to side. from side to side while jumping up and down with happiness, I know it's wrong to lie to my father about the wish I made, but he would be spanking himself if I told him that my wish was to be able to attend the adult Halloween party.

I wasted no time and began to put on the long socks that I had bought myself with daddy's credit card from the first day we woke up in each other's room and with our bodies swapped, daddy's big hairy feet looked good with Red and gold colors, I looked in the mirror and saw my daddy's furry bare torso adorned with a Gryffindor patterned tie.

I looked around to see that I was utterly alone and made my father's juicy tits dance in front of the mirror -Boom, Boom, Boom- a small laugh escaped from my mouth as I tried to make sound effects with my deep and adult voice.

When I was done with that I took one last look in the mirror and flexed my colossal biceps exposing my daddy's hairy pits. -I sure win the costume contest with my “Hairy Potter” costume-

Now with my full costume, I walk to daddy's room and get his wallet, car keys, and ID, I may not have candy this year but I'm sure now I can order one of those adult drinks that my father forbade me to drink, well he is not here and I am the adult now so I will enjoy Halloween as an adult.

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[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Correspondent!Reader 💫

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Author's: Hi! Here's another request. Thank you so much for reading my work. - V. 💜

@episodes-ff 🏷

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2024

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” Working around the tunnel, one smooth voice reached your attention this morning and you looked over to see Roman stand near his private room.

“Make it quick. I'm busy…” Your heels clicked, but Roman nearly spun you around to close the door.

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“I missed you. Had to wake up by myself this morning.” After locking down entry, Roman dwindled space for both paths and smiled against your lips, chuckling.

“I missed you too, but…” You tried moving away, but lovely kisses stopped your words.

“You're so pretty. Look.” Turning your body, Roman faced this mirror and lifted your chin using calloused yet gentle fingers. “See that?”

“What do you want?” Despite leaning against him, you played games.

“Too busy?” His Southern accent teased while Ro started loosening your clothes.

Glancing down, you realized that this man slowly unfastened your shirt and left the bra exposed, giving one peek to that mirror while kisses warmed your neck.

You can't think straight, especially when his front meets your ass to veil the clothed erection. Even those large palms would circle your breasts.

“Baby…” You ignored so many names and leaned against him once more just to stop your knees from buckling.

Just when your husband considered taking off sweatpants, someone rattled the doorknob and began knocking.

Shit!

“Open the door.” Jimmy and Jey Uso started fooling around.

“Hold on.” Fighting the urge to kiss you again, Roman nearly scrambled to help with your clothes.

Gathering essentials, you “tried” to look busy while staying in this room, but Jimmy caught everything.

“Ooh!” Jimmy covered his mouth first before Jey noticed what happened.

“What?” Jey turned the corner and gasped upon realization. “Oh, damn! Uh, you missed a few buttons.”

“Fuck.” Looking down, you realized the mistake of dressing quickly and turned away from your brothers, trying to look presentable. “Well, see you later.”

Given no other choice, you pulled yourself together and left the room without even saying goodbye.

Dramatic as you leave, Roman used his back-end strength just to slide down this rear wall and laid out on his back, watching that fluorescent ceiling.

“What's wrong with you?” Humored, Jimmy almost knelt in return.

“She's perfect.” Roman's Southern accent pulled forward again.

Good God! Roman thought.

*****

Sometime later, you woke up on the road and rushed away from bed, immediately vomiting in bathroom.

“I'm here. That sounded rough. You okay?” Ro's voice offered kindness as dim lights helped your situation.

“Yeah. I probably ate too fast or something tonight.” Calming down, you tried to settle whatever prompted sickness.

“All right.” Roman eased once more. “I bought a thermometer and our First-Aid kit just in case, though.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, feeling more exhausted than beforehand.

“We'll go back to sleep.” Ro just pointed backward for amoment. "If it happens again, I'm calling for help.”

“I'm fine, don't worry. We have work to do.” You're stubborn this time.

“Sweetheart?” Roman lifted his brow and crossed both tattooed arms.

“I'm fine.” You repeated this sentence and went back to sleep, keeping water by the nightstand.

Just like me.

*******

“What happened?” Wrestler Naomi picked up trouble.

Soon enough, you ended up feeling sick again and hid in the tunnel's bathroom space.

“I'm fine.” Calling to Naomi, you flushed the toilet and thoroughly washed both hands, checking the mirror as exhaustion would lined your face again.

“Uh-uh.” Dressed in some classic neon wardrobe to kick ass on screen, Naipmi quickly shook her head while facing you. “That's just counting number 2. Don't lie.”

“Food poisoning?” You pulled emotions together once more.

“Can't be.” Naomi refused. “I'm definitely telling Roman.”

“No!” You gritted. “The show starts soon.”

"Stay aware. If anything goes wrong, come find us.” Naomi promised.

Nodding by your friend, you understood the emergency plan and headed out, ready to work.

*****

Everything jumbled out of nowhere during one of the first segments.

You fainted while observing Roman and quietly laughing over your brothers. The production team hurried, but Ro, Jimmy and Jey yelled for privacy.

“Stop filming!”

“Don't touch my sister, man!”

You only “remember” how Roman carried you out of that building.

******

You were pregnant.

Reality grounded everyone as the ultrasound beeped when your senses brightened once more.

“That's crazy.” Almost laughing, Jey watched imagery with professionals and Jimmy teared up from silent happiness in the corner.

Chairing your bedside, Roman just turned his head down and dodged feelings in public.

“Get out.” Roman stood from his place and warned both cousins.

“What? No.” Jimmy scrunched up his face in response.

“Hey, Jim. Not now.” Jey would signal their problems again. “Let's go. I found the vending machine anyway.”

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“Why didn't you tell me this time?” Roman pulled the question once medical staff turned away.

“Y'all got enough problems to deal with. Even if I left, the show would keep moving.” You sat in bed to keep answering.

“We've talked about everything. You think I'll just wear this ring to look good?” Roman lifted his wedding ring on purpose. “I'd make anything happen for you.”

“I know, but…” You struggled.

“I love you, but lyin’ to me will never work.” Ro grounded the truth.

“Of course. I'm sorry.” Tears reached your face as Roman kissed your forehead.

“I forgive you. Ready?” Roman finally smiled toward the monitor.

“Always.” No matter what happens, you'll join parenthood with your best friend.

‘Princess’ Anoa'i would arrive soon.

[faghubby]

Never

"Paul, will you rub my feet?" Cindy pleaded. I made a face and groaned.

"Alright I said reluctantly." She was well aware of my dislike of feet. But as we sat on the couch I rubbed my girlfriends feet. Knowing thst she would owe me. After a few minutes there was a loud knock on the door. It was after 9pm who could that be. I went to check and found my friend Andy drunk on my doorstep. I bought him inside. Andy was going through a rough divorce. His wife of three years had left him. Cindy invited Andy to sir down and got him some water. We sat in the living room. Andy started to break down. I felt very uncomfortable watching my friend cry and found an excuse to leave them alone. Andy crying on Cindy's shoulder. I left them alone for awhile and when I returned Andy drunk was hugging Cindy but also his hands slid over her body. Cindy stopped him gently several times. I stood in the doorway and watched. Cindy saw me watching. The next time Andy hand slid under her shirt she just looked at me. I did nothing but watch. She allowed his hand to cup her breast under her shirt. And watched as I did nothing. Boldened Andy kissed her. His tounge plunged into her mouth and she kissed him back. Watching me the whole time. Andy removed Cindy's tee shirt and kissed her now exposed breasts as Cindy held his head. I adjusted my growing cock in my pants. Cindy smiled and let Andy do whatever he wished.

Cindy reached down and ran her hand over Andy's crotch. She whispered in his ear and led him to the bedroom. I paused then followed. As she closed the door she gave me a look. I stood outside the door and listened to the obvious sounds of thier lovemaking. Injust stood in the hall. Cindy appeared about 30 minutes later. She smiled as she opened the door to find me standing there waiting. She quietly closed the door and pushed me against the wall.

"You wanted that to happen" she said her hand reaching into my sweat pants. I just moaned as she grasped my throbbing cock.

"He is much bigger then you" she giggled. "I think you need to sleep on the couch tonight" she told me. As she removed her hand and let me go. As she walked into the kitchen I noticed she only wore her tee shirt. She had not even put her underwear back on. I grabbed her and pulled her close kissing her.

"Like that?" She asked "I sucked his cock real good" she told me. She just laughed and got a glass of water before she returned to Andy and our bed. I did sleep on the couch that night. I woke early and made breakfast. Andy appeared first. He was hung over.

"Paul, um I mean" he mumbled.

"Don't worry about him, I think he really liked it" Cindy said as she walked up behind him she kissed him. Right in front of me. Then walked over and reached into my pants again grasping my erection.

"Didn't you?" She asked I just looked at the floor and nodded. We all ate and as they finished Cindy looked at Andy.

"I need that big dick one more time" she said grabbing his hand. Andy looked at me and I just nodded. He rushed after her. Again I heard the animal sounds of there lovemaking. I did the dishes thinking Cindy and I had never had sex so ,any times in such a short span. I mowed the grass. And spent time looking at cheating wife pornnon the internet. Before The bedroom door opened again. Andy came out showered and dressed and just left. It was already after 3pm. I was so horny I had wanted to play with myself but had stopped myself. I found CIndy naked wet from a shower changing the sheets. I rushed in to help her. Cindy watched as I made the bed. She had stopped helping and just let me do it. When I finished she pulled my pants and briefs down in one motion. I was still hard as a rock.

"I am really tired, but go ahead jerk off" Cindy said sitting on a chair she spread her legs. "Andy fucked me so good baby" she told me. As I started to jerk off. She pinched her niplles and crossed her legs. As she she told me everything they had done. How big he was, how she had made her cum so many times. Then as if a light bulb went off.

"You can rub my feet" she offered. She stood and pushed me on the bed. Then laid down offering me her feet. Her foot pushing my hand away from me continuing to jerk off. She handed me lotion and I rubbed her feet. As I rubbed one she raised her other to my mouth. This was too much I turned my head. But she looked at me disappointed and I turned back and sucked her toes.

"Kiss it show me how much you love me" she teased switching feet. I focused on the foot in my mouth. The other rubbed against my erection. I found myself dry humping against her foot. I came all over her foot as she pushed her other foot in and out of my mouth.

"Quick a towel or you will send the rest of the night doing laundry" she told me urgently. I grabbed her towel off the floor before any of my mess could spill the the bedspread. I cleaned her and myself up. Cindy pulled my close and cuddled.

"I like to see Andy again" she said "but it has to be your decision" I got hard again. I tried to initiate sex.

"Paul, I am not a slut, as long as I am fucking Andy we can't" Cindy explained. She raised her knee alittle. "Put the towel down you can hump my leg" Cindy told me. I stopped but kept kissing and touching her. Before she pushed me off and went to start dinner. For the next week Cindy kept me denied offering me her feet and leg to hump, suck and massage. But I resisted. It was all she was willing to give me. Till Friday rolled around.

"Be nice if you invited Andy over tonight" Cindy said over breakfast. I signed. "I have seen what you been watching on your phone." Cindy told me. I blushed I had been watching alot of cuckold porn. And Cindy knew the password to my phone. Cindy looked up at me.

"Would you like to jerk off while we talk?" Cindy asked with a smile.

"You been doing that alot haven't you?" Cindy continued.

"Do you want me to Cuckold you?" Cindy asked her foot slid between my legs pressing against my raging erection. "Call Andy" I picked up my phone.

"Andy could you come by today?" I spoke into the phone.

"Tell him why?" Cindy smiled pressing her foot harder.

"Cindy needs you to fuck her again" I moaned. I heard Andy laughing then just said "be by around 6" he said and hung up. Cindy got up and sat in front of me on the table her legs spread in front of me.

"Now, what else would you like, want to eat my dirty pussy after Andy is finished?" She asked I just shook my head. She raised her foot to my mouth and I sucked her toes.

"Yeah that's what you like to suck my toes" she laughed. She knew I didn't but I couldn't say noanymore, i did'nt want too,

Andy arrived right after dinner. And immediately took Cindy to the bedroom, where they didn't come out except for a drink or a snack until morning. Andy again left in the morning. I found Cindy naked on the bed. She had laid down a towel.

"Strip and come get your relief" she told me. I stripped and without even trying for anything thing else I dry humped her leg as I sucked on her feet. As I came I collapsed on top of her. My head between her breasts. I kissed her. She didn't stop me rather encouraged so I licked and sucked her tits.

"Andy came all over them this morning, can you tell?" She asked. I was horrified. But she pushed my head down towards her stomach. I kept kissing and licking. I paused just above her pussy.

"It's okay our secret" Cindy said rubbing my head. I lowered my face to her pussy. I instantly got a glob of Andy's cum on my tounge. I jumped back. Cindy giggled and gentle pulled me back to her.

"Just try" she encouraged me. But I resisted

"Okay taste yours tell me who's is better" she raised her leg. I stuck out my tounge and tasted my own.

"Andy's isn't it?" She smiled I nodded in agreement.

Andy spent at least one night a week fucking Cindy. Cindy found new ways to excite me about it. Once leaving the door open so I could listen. She had me massage her feet while she sucked Andy's cock as they watched a movie. But I wasn't allowed to look in thier direction. After two months i stopped even trying to have sex with her. Andy took her away for a romantic weekend. Cindy was so pleased with me when she got home she let me dry hump her ass.

"Do you touch yourself when I am not here?" Cindy asked.

"Sometimes" I admitted.

"Why? What are you looking at when you touch yourself?" Cindy asked. She picked up my phone not waiting for an answer. She went to my history and the first pic that popped up was a man bent over a woman's lap being spanked. With a butt plug in his ass. She started to stroke me. My penis growing in her hand.

"This what you want?" Cindy asked. I didn't answer she kept going.

"Do you want to be punished?" She asked.

"I can't please you" I moaned.

"But you do, just because you can't touch my pussy" she laughed. But you can rub my feet" Cindy told me. "I can't have you touching yourself anymore" Cindy told me. "You need to promise me you won't touch yourself with out my say so." Cindy told me. "If I do this will it help you to not touch yourself?" Cindy showed me another pic on my phone of a woman pegging a man. With a strapon.

"I was just really horny" I tried to explain.

"Grab me the lube from that drawer" Cindy told me. I reached into her nightstand.

"Andy uses that to fuck my ass" Cindy smiled "you never fucked my ass did you" Cindy teased. I handed her the lube. She patted her lap. I laid across her thighs. She held my erection between her legs. She spread lube on her fingers. Then on my ass. She worked a finger into my ass.

"I can't believe you are the same man I married" Cindy teased as she slid her finger in and out of my ass. She worked in a second finger into my hole. "Is this what you deserve" Cindy asked. I felt humiliated. Then her fingers turned a bit and I felt a shot of pleasure race thru me. A moan escaped my lips. Cindy moved her fingers again. And again i jerked and moaned.

"Someone is enjoying this" Cindy laughed and continued to move her fingers. She rubbed against my prostate a few more times just teasing. Then removed her fingers and smacked my ass.

"I would never have thought months ago that you would prefer me to finger your ass and let your friend fuck me then being such a pervert." Cindy told me. "You will never put your little dick in anything ever again. And you love that don't you?" Cindy teased.

Something happened between Cindy and Andy. But that just let Cindy start to seek out other men. She took pleasure in telling me just enough to get my imagination running wild. She also liked giving me taste of thier sperm. Always asking who's tasted best. Or tease me about liking my ass played with. It was two years later Cindy informed me we where going to have a baby. And I had some hard decisions to make. Did I want to raise another man's child, or move aside and let him marry her. Did I want to be a nurse maid. And let a real man raise the child. After beating around the bush Cindy laid it out.

"I want to lock you in chastity and make you my sissy house husband. You would stay home with the kids. And I would find them a real man to be thier father." She told me. Handing me a velvet bag with a chastity cage in it.

WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE? HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO? FILL MY COMMENTS LET ME KNOW? I KNOW SOME OF YOU WOULD JUST GRAB HER AND FUCK HER LIKE A WHORE, AND OTHERS WOULD BEG TO BE HER SLAVE. BUT MOST ARE SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

[gvfmarge]

The What Ifs and Buts.

I’ve never been one to choose myself over a significant other. I’ve always seemed to want to do anything and everything they’ve wanted; I dropped out of college to move home with my ex-boyfriend ffs 🙄 it didn’t work out and I moved back to college a semester later lmao. BUT I grew from it. So, in my dreamland tonight I thought of this little Jakey blurb. Because it’s totally me and I have attachment issues. This is toxic, it has to be right? So not healthy, but it’s just a story! Oh, also, I haven’t written in a very long time, so be gentle. Y/N is wild: I am she, she is me. Here is a cheesy, dumpster fire of a story!

TW: if you squint maybe an unhealthy attachment? Anxiousness, alludes to sex.

You met Jake 8 months ago, in a random little coffee shop on the edge of town. You remember feeling so melancholy, following through with your day to day life. It was ordinary, at least it felt that way at the time. Your life was exactly how you thought it should be: you got your big girl corporate job, your big girl apartment, hell you even got a cat. You were choosing all the right paths that had been drilled into your head since middle school. Get the job, get the money, get the house, married? kids? Was that next on the list? It felt like it was supposed to be the next check mark on your to-do list, but it felt hopeless. This was what life was all about, right? Why didn’t it feel like this was supposed to be how your life would go, you ticked all the right boxes but it still just didn’t feel like enough. You were proud of how far you had come. You were the first in your family to graduate from college, to move away from your tiny town and into the big city. You had made it in the eyes of everyone back home, but you just felt like it was a never ending game of “why am I so miserable?”

You had walked into the coffee shop just after sunrise, the exact same way you had everyday for the last 6 months you’ve lived in Nashville. You ordered your coffee and bagel, the exact order you did everyday. The exact pleasing smile, exact tip for the barista, same table as usual unless someone else beat you there. You sat as you scrolled through your work emails, preparing for your day ahead. The same day you’ve had for 6 months. Sighing, you collected your bags and made your way to the trash bin by the door.

When you turned to push open the door, you were met with two hands outstretched on your shoulders. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even paying attention!” He had caught you just in time before you ran straight into his chest and presumably spilled coffee over both of you.

“No need to apologize, I’m just glad I won’t be wearing coffee this morning.” Your eyes followed along the skin of his exposed chest, focusing along the silver chains that sat against his smooth tan skin, up to the ends of his long wavy hair that laid against his broad shoulders and finally into his deep brown sparkling eyes. You were staring. You were totally staring but you couldn’t look away. Your mouth was instantly dry and any of the words that you could possibly even think to say were stuck in your throat. His eyes flicked towards his hands that were still clutching your biceps and he quickly pulled away. “So sorry about that” he quickly blurted out and shoved a hand through his hair. Time finally caught up with you, feeling like all the blood rushed back to your head at once and snapped you out of your trance.

Oh God, say something y/n, anything! You coughed, basically choked, and huffed out a laugh. You began giggling which quickly turned into a full laugh. You covered your face in your hands and finally looked back at the man who you basically just convinced you were clinically insane. Thankfully, he was laughing along with you, beaming his beautiful smile at you.

And that was that. You met for drinks the next day, had a drawer in his bathroom and clothes in his closet two weeks later, and he even bought cat food and toys the third week. It was perfectly perfect. The check box you had left empty had been marked off and your mundane days were now filled with happiness with Jake alongside you.

But, you knew the day was coming. There’s always a but, in everything that is perfect, there will always be a but. That’s just how your life was. You felt you couldn’t have one great thing without it crashing and burning sooner or later.

Jake was intertwined with you in bed, just after getting back to his house from a night out with his brothers. (Who had quickly became your brothers, just like everything in this situation had come together quickly) Your foreheads were pressed together, small pecks inbetween whispers, giggles in the dark. His fingers tracing lines up and down your bare arms. “You’ll be okay, won’t you love?” He whispered against your lips. You gave a short nod which turned into a fast shake of your head. “No, I don’t think I will be.” You were being honest. You had quickly learned that Jake’s schedule was sporadic and hectic, his life was full of chaos which was drastically different than your days full of constants and predictability. You had made it through the months just fine with the tour, a few days of him being gone here and there, it was hard but it worked. You made up for it in the time that he was home. But, he would be gone for 3 months this time. This was uncharted territory for your new relationship, that had given you a new outlook on your life. It had made the mundane more bearable and felt like your purpose in life actually made sense.

“I dont think I can do it, Jake” the tremble in your voice more noticeable than you had hoped. His thumb grazed against your cheek as he held your head in his hands. You could feel the sadness in the dark, making the air heavy and thick. “Then come with me.” It felt like you had imagined his words, you never thought he would actually ask that much of you. “What?” It came out harsher than you intended and your body tensed against chest. “I- I just thought maybe we could travel together.” He rolled onto his back and you could see his eyes staring into the ceiling above. “I wouldn’t have to worry about where you were or what you were doing and you wouldn’t have to worry about what I was doing, I don’t even know if we would be able to talk everyday if you stayed home. I mean.. it will still be hectic and busy but at least we could be together for most of it.” He swiveled his head to search for just an ounce of how you were feeling.

“What about my job, Jake?” The checklist was scrolling through your mind, reminding you of everything you thought you had accomplished and made you feel successful. “What about my life here?” You wanted to go, of course you did. How could you pass up months of traveling with the man you knew deep down was yours forever. But if he is your forever, did these next three months really matter in the grand scheme of things? You could make it and be better than ever when he got back.

“You are my life, y/n.” He whispered, the fear in his voice evident. “I love you and I never want to be away from you, I want to be with you, always.” The pure shock of his words had you gasping for air. It felt like all the air in the room had dissipated and you thought for a moment you had actually died and left your body lying right there in his bed. “You love me?” It wasn’t really a question, you had known it was him from the time you locked eyes all those months ago. “No, no wait.” You rushed out as you sat up on your knees and stared down at him, your panic had him scrambling to sit up against the headboard. Your body was working on autopilot as you crashed your lips to his in a frenzy. His hands lifted to your cheeks and he slowly pulled your face from his. “Y/n are you okay?” Through heavy breaths and blown out eyes you realized just how crazy you were acting. Always the one for dramatics, you groaned and cradled your face in your hands. “No.. yes. Yes. I’m okay. I just love you is all.” The whiplash you were giving Jake left him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth as he took in your theatrics. “I love you, Jake.” Is all you managed to blurt out before his lips were on yours again.

The kiss felt ravenous, like your lips on each others was the only way for you to survive. You needed him just as much as he needed you. Your chaotic mind and anxious personality evened out with his calm and collected brain, you completed each other in ways that you had never believed was possible. You had always been too much, too needy, too loud. Your mind was too cluttered for other people. But Jake loved that you overthought everything, that you worried too much about things he couldn’t care less about. Your faults were his favorite things about you, it’s what made you you and helped balance out his own personality and feelings. You were the chaos to his calm.

His hands roamed across your thighs and up your lower back until he was running his hands through your hair. He gently tugged you down onto his chest until you were straddling his lap. “Then go with me.” He whispered, finally breaking away from your kiss to connect his forehead to yours.

You paused for longer than he expected, staring into his soul through his hazelnut eyes. Once again, your mental checklist of what was “right” flashing through your mind. You swallowed roughly, trying to find the right words to say. The big red neon flashing light lighting up in your head saying JUST DO IT and out shined your stupid checklist. “Okay.” You smiled against his lips.

“Yeah?!” Jake grabbed your face with both hands, staring into your eyes searching for any type of resistance. His strength hastily flipped you off of his lap and onto your back, pushing his body between your hips. His lips devoured yours as he rutted his hips into yours. Moving his kiss across your cheek and down to your sensitive spot just under your ear. Your hands splayed across his back just as you thought through your decision. He would be with you every night, you would get to see the boys in their element, the days of traveling and eating, months full of joy and laughter.

“Wait!” You blurted out, causing Jake to almost knock you out with the force of his head shooting up to look at you, your unexpected word giving him a look of terror. “What about the cat?” You giggled when you realized you had almost caused him to have a stroke. His shoulders relaxed and his head dipped to meet with your collar bone.

“Rose loves cats.” Is all he said before he made sure the only thoughts you had were of him and the memories you would make together.

[wackywacker2]

Tough Dominatrix Tickled

David considered himself to be quite the charismatic individual. His jet black hair styled in a short quiff, and his black stubble perfectly rested over his powerful jawline. He was, on all accounts, an attractive man.

But he had a secret. One known to absolutely nobody in his life, Even his best friends, with whom they share everything doesn't know about this one... He had a tickle fetish. He didn't really know why he hasn't told anyone, after all, his friends were very understanding, even admitting to various fetishes themselves. But deep down he was in fear of being ridiculed, or labelled as a creep. Regardless, he decided that today was the day he was to use his secrets to his advantage.

David went online and did a google search of 'Dominatrix for hire' and found a woman called Mistress Konstantina and she was absolutely stunning. Her long, ginger locks flowed down to her shoulders and her Leather Suit had fishnets on her stomach and legs which flaunted her Tattoos, But not too many tattoos, she didn't turn her body into an inky blob, just a Tattoo of the word 'DOM' on her toned abdomen and a snake that runs down her right leg. to her knee. David was speechless, she was just magnificent. And then he saw her welcome post...

"Hello you submissive cretins, I am Mistress Konstantina but you will refer to me only as 'mistress'. You are worthless and I will make you know that. Paying for me will give you the treatment you know you deserve. I have never done a video shoot but I will if you ask very nicely. Prices are $150 per hour, it is more expensive than other Doms but I am the best Dom around so I should expect you to pay the price"

'Wow, She's Arrogant' David thought to himself 'Even Better'. David knew what he wanted to do with Mistress Konstantina and sent an email to the address provided on the website that said:

"Hello my Mistress, I think you are very beautiful and would wish nothing more than to have myself be restrained and tickled mercilessly by you. I wish for you, Mistress, to tickle me for the whole day on the 21st of August at 161 Hamilton Avenue, starting from 11am and ending at 8pm and I wish, with your approval of course, to record the entire session. I am willing to pay $250 for you to arrive at my house, where I already have the stocks and camera ready to go. Thank you for this opportunity, Mistress."

He sent the Email with a grin on his face, Knowing that almost everything he wrote was a lie. He didn't have any stocks ready, He didn't have a camera ready, and, most Importantly, he was not going to be tickled by the Dominatrix...

The Dominatrix was going to be tickled by him.

David had always dreamed about tickling women, His first tickling fantasy was when he was 12 and was watching Kim Possible, thinking how wonderful it would be to capture a strong woman and tickle her until she was crying with laughter, and what better woman to do that to than a Dominatrix, women who are supposed to dominate others and make them submit, being tickled until they themselves submit.

The first thing David had to do was to buy the things he needed. He had decided to use his phone camera attached to a phone tripod he borrowed from his friend, and chose to drive out of town to buy the stocks from a bdsm shop, in fear of being found out if he went to the one in his town. He bought the stocks that would tie her arms out horizontally to her side, exposing her ribs and armpits, and that would lock her feet in place in front of her, with toe binds too, if necessary. The stocks were split into four separate pieces and put them into the back of his car, with the main piece just fitting in the trunk of the car, with the two arm pieces and the leg piece in the back seat. He drove home, imagining all the fun he will have on the 21st, Imagining where she is most ticklish, what her laugh sounds like and how she will react to the tickling.

When he got home, he checked his emails, and found a new, unopen email saying:

"I will be able to make it on the 21st, and you will be able to film, but considering you are asking so much of me, I think it is only fair if you pay $300, but we will work out the pay when I meet you."

'Perfect' David thought, Stage 1 was complete.

|-----------|

David woke up at 9am on Saturday, the 21st, the day he has been waiting for since he found Mistress Konstantina 5 days earlier. He spent an hour having breakfast, brushing his teeth and making himself look presentable, and like his charismatic self, and another hour making sure everything was in order for the Mistress' arrival. He had put the stocks back together, he had placed the various tools on a tray next to it. He hadn't set his phone onto the tripod yet, but he had a plan to do that while she was here. He was checking again, and again, and again until he heard:

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

This was it.

She was here.

David open the door and gazed at the beauty of the mistress, wearing exactly what was shown in the picture on her website. Her leather suit, with fishnets flaunting her legs and stomach. The leather piece on her chest stopped at her arms, so her armpits were also clearly visible when she raised her hands. She was also wearing black ankle high boots with heels that made her look much taller. Much more dominant, or so she thinks.

"Hi! Thanks for coming" David spoke clearly and confidently, trying to act likeable to the Mistress. He spoke with a smile on his face in order to ease the tension.

"Hello... David was it? that's what your email address said anyway"

"Yes it's David, I can't wait for what we're going to do today. It's been a while since I've been dominated". This was a just a well-told lie, David has never been dominated, but he wanted the Mistress to believe that he had done this before and so he was to be trusted for what he was going to do next. They chatted for a couple of minutes, about the Mistress' trip to his house, about the traffic when you go through the centre of town. They even bonded about their shared passion of tennis. Mistress Konstantina had now got her guard down, and started to talk to David as if he was a friend of hers, and not someone he was supposed to be dominating.

"The people who pay for me are so desperate" she went on "Like, some people are like 'Ooh mistwess, pwease spank me, pwetty pwease'. Some people have paid $500 just for a picture of my fuckin' foot". This is where David saw what she was really like, she was just using her dominant façade so that her customers would ridiculously overpay for her. She was arrogant and cocky and David wanted to break her, but it would take some tricking.

"So... have you ever been a sub?" David asked while putting his phone on the tripod.

"Oh no, never, that's not who I am, like... I'm just not that type of girl" She responded, whilst sitting on a chair next to him, without asking, mind you. There was a long silence after that, clearly things were getting awkward. David couldn't let that happen, he needed to keep the conversation going so that the Mistress would keep her guard lowered.

"Are you going to tickle me until I can't breathe" He asked while looking at her with his hypnotic, contagious smile on his face. The Mistress smiled back at him.

"Well if you're really ticklish" she giggled whilst saying "then you'll find it hard to breathe".

"Yeah I am... Are you?" David asked her, to which she lost her smile instantly and remarked sharply.

"Me? ticklish? God no, that wouldn't be right. I don't have an exploitable weakness like that, I'm a dominatrix." She responded, sounding offended that he would even ask.

"Of course, I'm sorry I asked" He proclaimed, trying to keep her at ease, so that she would be more inclined to do what he was about to ask.

"It's fine".

"Alright... all done, I just need your help with something" David confessed.

"With what?"

"I'm going to need you to act as a stand-in while I check everything works properly"

"You want me to... get in the stocks?" The Mistress wondered, with a concerned look in her eyes.

"Only for a second, so I can check what the camera will focus on and what the audio will pick up on. Once it's sorted out I'll get you out and it'll be my turn". He replied with a devilish grin on his face, which the Mistress put down to him talking about himself being tickled, which is why she agreed.

"Ok. But only for one minute" She responded to David with a stern look on her face before sitting on the cushioned seat of the stocks. She put her arms out in a T shape and David began strapping her arms to the chair.

"I've never been tied up before" Mistress Konstantina comments as David completes both arm straps and ties her waist into the chair.

"Really? Never"

"It's just not what I do". David completes the waist strap and moves on to her feet. He closes the foot portion of the stocks and locks it shut.

"I'm gonna need to take off your shoes" David said to the now tied up, completely helpless Mistress sitting vulnerably in front of him.

"What! Why?" She hissed, still acting as if she has any control of the situation, not realising that she, for the first time since she was a child, was not in control.

"I need to check that my feet will be in focus when I'm in the stocks, and your shoes are too close to the camera for me to be sure" David responded kindly, seeing how long he can trick this naïve dominatrix into getting willingly put into a position where she can be tickled for as long as he wants. He reminded himself how perfect it is that the Mistress has never done a video shoot before, and that if she knew how video shoots went, she never would have allowed herself to get into the position she is right now.

"Fine! but you are really pushing it now and when I get out of here, you're going to be in deep shit!". David nods his head sharply and starts taking off her shoes. Her feet were magnificent. David wasn't all that into the look of feet as much as he was tickling them but even he couldn't deny how soft looking her feet were, and how her pedicured toenails looked

excellent coloured black. David took it upon himself to push her feet back and wrap her big toes in the toe binds.

"Woah! What do you think you're doing???" The Mistress roared at David, her eyes piercing him like an icicle.

"Just putting your feet where my feet will be when you tickle me" He responds calmly, adding the idea of her tickling him to put her mind at ease, reminding her why she is doing this. He puts each toe in one of the toe binds and steps back to admire his work. He'd done it. He'd managed to trick a dominatrix into getting tied up and trapped in a set of stocks.

"Ok, now to test the audio, wiggle your arms please" She did so, finding it very difficult to do.

"Now your waist" She attempted to move her waist, but realising that she couldn't lift her waist further than an inch.

"And finally, your feet" Trying to move her feet, she found them completely immobile, with not a centimetre of slack on the toe binds.

"Great, and now I'll check the focus". He puts hand in between the camera and the Mistress' feet, moving his hand forwards and backwards and then touches her foot with his fingers, and starts tracing his fingers up and down the sole of her left foot causing her to gasp.

"Hehey! what are you doing now?" she asks, a slight giggle escapes her lips as she spoke.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you weren't ticklish" He says, staring directly into the cold eyes of Mistress Konstantina, a mischievous grin on his face, which is when she realised the reality of the situation

"YOU TRICKED ME!"

"Yep"

"FUCK YOU"

"don't be so rude Konstantina, after all, I'm the one in control" He slyly responded, as he scrapes his nails down the vulnerable mistress' whole left foot.

"GRRRRRHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASTOHOHOHOPPEPHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" she squealed as David's nails dug into her soles

"You said you weren't ticklish, you lied to me, as a dominatrix you should know the punishment" He teased as he uses his other hand to tickle both feet at the same time

"No, no no no no pleEEEEEEHESEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOFUHUHUHUHUCKYOUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" She screamed as she tries as hard as she can to move her feet, but to no avail as the toe binds are keeping her foot completely immobile.

David pauses the tickling for a brief moment, before moving his tray of tools next to him and Konstantina's feet, he took of the electric flossers and turned them on.

"I want you to tell me how ticklish you are"

"FUCK YOU" She barked

"Still arrogant, we'll have to change that" David joked as he pressed the electric flossers in between the big toe and second toe of both feet, causing the Mistress to go into a ticklish frenzy

"NOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPITPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Tell me how ticklish you are" He moved the electric flossers in between her other toes and on the balls of her feet.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHIHIHIHMMVEREHEHEHEHEHEHEYEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHIHIHSHHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOWPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEASESTOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOPEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Ok". David stops tickling her feet and stands up, puts the electric flossers back on the tray and looks into the eyes of his 'mistress', who now look less cold and more defeated and concerned.

"I'll stop tickling your feet, thank me"

"What?"

"Thank me for stopping or I'll bring out the hairbrush"

"Thank you" She responds almost instantly.

"You're welcome" He teased as he knelt next to her stomach.

"W-what are you doing?" The Mistress whimpered

"I said I'd stop tickling your feet, I didn't say I'd stop tickling you all together" David remarked while bringing his hands towards her sides.

"P-please, what do you want? I-I have money, you want money?" The dominatrix begs, an odd turn of events considering her job.

"No, what I want is to make tough girls like you a blubbering, giggling mess" He beamed as he quickly and erratically squeezed her sides, causing her to buck as much as she could

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOIMBEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEGGINGYOUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHJUSTSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOPEHEHEHEHEHEPLEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHVEMEHEHEHEHEHRCYHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"You are begging, but I've not truly broken you yet". David grabs one of the electric flossers back from the tray and sticks it into her belly button, but doesn't turn it on.

"NO! PLEASE!" The Mistress spouted, A look of genuine fear glistening in her eyes.

"Awww, somebody must have a very ticklish belly button" David cooes. He turns on the electric flosser and Konstantina falls into a fit of intensely ticklish agony.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Tears were strolling down Konstantina's face, her make-up ruined and black streaks of eyeliner came careening down her face, she had never been tickled like this before, she would never allow it to happen because she was always the dominant one. Now, feeling embarrassed after getting tricked into being strapped into a pair of stocks, she was longing for the torture to be over.

"My My!" David hooted "Look at the time! Its only 3pm, that means I have you for 5 more hours before people might start to get concerned about your whereabouts. And you better not think about telling anybody about this, because I have the video" He turned around the tripod to reveal the phone with around 4 hours of footage, clearly the footage of her being tricked and tickled. She bowed her head in defeat, she knew if she told anyone her career would be over, she wouldn't be earning thousands of dollars a month from dominating if anyone found out.

"Well lets move on" As he spoke he lunged his hands into Konstantina's smooth armpits, catching her off guard and sending her into another ticklish frenzy.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHWHYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJUHUHUHUHUHUHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"For someone who is supposed to be tough and dominant, you are super ticklish and weak, aren't you?"

She didn't respond, just bowed her head in shame. David quickly tickled her armpits, causing her to yelp.

"Aren't you" David snapped.

"yes" Konstantina whimpered, her head remaining locked downwards, towards her stomach, Her curly, ginger locks drooping down over her face.

David stared at her for a few seconds, then went to the tray and got a new electric flosser, two electric toothbrushes, two vibrating hairbrushes, and a roll of tape. He strapped an electric toothbrush to each armpit, a vibrating hairbrush to each foot, and the electric flosser to her belly button, all with no resistance from Konstantina, whose head remained in the same position as before.

"I'm going to turn all of these on, and I will release you when all of these run out of charge, or it reaches 8pm, whichever happens first. You have no say in the matter, so don't beg, or I'll come over and use my hands to tickle you as well. Understand?"

The mistress slowly and slightly nods her head in agreement.

"Good" He beamed as he turned on each device.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"