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I noticed that a while back y'all did a PRISIM design for hermit pearl and the tags mentioned maybe doing an empires version, would you possibly give that a go? I like to think she'd be unassuming but very powerful, like her kingdom (people don't really think about food production but it drives the world!)
Day 450
Thanks for reminding me i totally forgot about that!
This Pearl has two main colors (yellow and green) and one accent (dark pink). I kept her outfit pretty simple though and focused more on like, embroidery and smaller details instead of more outfit elements, so it's easy to mistake one of her main colors as an accent.
She's very powerful, more powerful than False and probably just a little bit weaker than Neneko. Her weapon is a big scythe and she can summon as many scythes as she wants at a time.
Her prism's name is Duck Or Duckling :D
#daily pearl doodles#pearlescentmoon#empires smp#prism corps#mod morph#her petticoat ruffles are supposed to resemble roses#:3#her weapon would definitely be more detailed#but ehhh didnt really want to haha#it was so hard to get a good pose#because i wanted her scythe and i wanted to show off her outfit#it was#hard#this pose was initially just to nail down her outfit design as well#this was the third draft#one of the initial ideas was that she would have such long hair it pooled around her feet#but i thought that wouldnt play well with the “unassuming” aspect
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⚡💔 Frank Kozik💔⚡
#Frank Kozik#illustration#design#art#music#1990s.Nirvana#The Breeders#Shonen Knife#Iggy Pop#D Generation#Nine Inch Nails#Marilyn Manson#Soundgarden#Pearl Jam#Offspring#Beastie Boys#Rollins Band#Cypress Hill#grunge#alternative rock#rap#alternative metal#indie
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wanna watch something but i don’t want to watch anything at the same time yk?
#aesthetic#art#alternative#fashion#photography#divine feminine#black#dark#fleur#belt#menswear#fashionweek#fashion design#fashion photography#high fashion#fashion editorial#nail design#gold jewelry#gold#watch#pearl
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#cute nails#pretty nails#nails design#pink#pink nails#ombre nails#pearls#kawaii#cute#hearts#hot pink#tumblr fyp#fyp2023#fpyシ#goviral#i sell custom content#oval#oval nails
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June’s birthstones Alexandrite and Pearl ✨
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The Northern Consort used to be a spy, don't you know? A good one, too...only the heavens know how far that particular web goes, but it benefits the Emperor's reign, and the Empress is found of him, so who are we to judge, eh?
[+200 Better Lore points!]
Empress Shen is finally here, my God! How difficult was this particular beast, eh? It took me, like, five or six redesigns! The balance between feminine and masculine really kicked my ass here...I think I did pretty well, if you take in account everything. I'm proud of myself, so all of you must be nice to me.
The drama is set during the warring states period, my inspiration was mostly from how they costumed the Queen of Zhao, the dowager Queen of Qin and Haolan when she finally becomes the Queen of Qin. They are all gorgeously dressed, I recommend watching it PURELY for the costuming and also the scheming women.
The design was immensely inspired by the Chinese drama The Legend of Haolan. The main character just has this impeccable Shen Qingqiu face-card, every time I see her I just think 'Yes, Shen Qingqiu, for sure.' Here's her, for reference:
For Shang Qinghua, things were so much easier, though; I watched some episodes of Story of Yanxi Palace and was struck by inspiration™. He was so easy to draw! It's all very Qing dynasty inspired, it just fits him, I think.
It took me so very long to draw the jewellery and the embroidery in both of them...I admire the people who actually do metal and needlework. Heroes, all of them.
The pearl makeup is one of my favourite ancient Chinese makeup trends; I just had to put it in. It's a very fancy form of Huadian, which is where you draw forms, mostly flowers and other pretty things on your face using paints, powders, pearls, gems and glued flowers, and it was popular from the Tang dynasty onwards. The ICONIC pearl Huadian was popularized in the Song dynasty because it (shockingly) represented modesty and elegance.
Shen Qingqiu's greenest ornaments are made out of imperial jade, which is characterized by this vibrant emerald green colour and great translucency. It's also the most expensive type of jade ever.
The! Nail! Guards! Make! A! Comeback!
Shang Qinghua's ornaments are, in the other hand, made out of pearls - for elegance, wisdom, and wealth, and blue jade, for serenity, peace of mind and self-reflection. Mobei-jun buys all of his husband's jewellery with intention, for sure.
They're such big gossips omg, nobody is safe.
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seaside nails and red nails.
finally new design on my nails, for my fingers it’s seaside theme this time. i really really like the tritone colors, blue pink and purple goes so well together. the glitter and rhinestones stick on is also very pretty and shiny, the nails looks so beautiful.
decided to have red nails for my toes, with silver glitter in between, the toe also has cateye effect which is fun to play with as the shine changes when i move my toes.
simply loving the overall effect and design, hopefully it lasts until i visit the nail salon again.
#lagycart nails#seaside#nail art#nail design#seashells#blue#purple#pink#glitter#starfish#shiny#blink#mermaid#rhinestone#pearls#red#hearts#diamond#cateye#silver#so pretty#beautiful#love this
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#PolishednPrissy
a talk on my favorite timeless beauty and fashion detailz
“realizing how in love i am with classic details and looks >>> i 💗 a good silk press, little black dress, french tip, arched eyebrow, kitten liner, jean and heel combo, pearl jewelry, denim and white tank top look it’s all so timelessly divaesque”
“i just wanna "grown lady" my wardrobe. like still hyper feminine and girly but it's time to change the silhouettes, lines, patterns, cuts, etc”
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hair
slick back buns
press and curl
bombshell curl sew in
curly updos with bangs
knotless box braids
curly messy buns (my fav)
roller sets
claw clips
beauty
orgasm blush
a simple kitten wing liner
clear lip gloss
turkish delight gloss
french tips
oyster girl lip glass
pink nails (plain, shimmer, pearlized, etc)
cat eyes
saint germain lipstick
thin arched brows
classic + russian lash sets
sheer pink overlays
nude lippies
silver shimmer eyeshadow
chocolate geode + gold deposit highlighter
smokey eyes
clothing & accessories
my louis neverfull
diamond studs and gold hoops
mid rise and low rise dark wash jeans
designer sandals
ribbed tank tops
corsets
nike air force ones in all white
knee high boots
little black dress
maxi dresses
pencil skirts
knitted tops
black pumps
fur coats/vests
gold jewelry
pearl details
denier stockings
pointelle tights
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Added a layer with design notes cause I'm proud of the little details ^-^
(im not asking you but if you wanna use your much more talented hand to draw Gem i wouldn't be opposed...)
hi hi hi thank you for your notes omg gfkdjgkjdf you really inspired me to go and doodle a little gem :D i'm not 100% on her design yet, but i think we nailed the vibe quite well :] i love the idea of her carrying some jewelry that she either received from pearl or matches with pearl so much... so i'm definitely going to incorporate that!!!!!!
thank you for your cool ideas!!!!!!!!!!! ;v; and for motivating me hehe
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#pearls#pearl nails#pink nails#pink#pretty nails#pretty colors#pretty#nail pro#nail design#cute nails#middies#mid length nails#cute#nail art#art nails#art#nail blog#mani#manicure#nails#beauty#nail pics#@deuzenity
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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Fall
back by popular demand, i’m here with another prissy girl guide! this post is a bit late for the fall but it’ll allow you to finish the season off in a pretty fashion, and transition to the winter smoothly. i’ll be discussing the look i’ve been adorned in as of late and my fav products i’ll be using for the spirit of fall! 💓
what’s the look this fall?
the look this season is “divalicious barbie.” voluminous hair, tapered square nails and fur details + neutral color palettes. add in a few pops of pink and some sparkly detailz and you got my look this fall. “sexy chic.” i’ve been really leaning into the vibe of a runway supermodel diva emulsion. as you may have seen, my birthday outfit drew from many inspirations, focally the early nineties alaia runway shows. just immense glamour, class and girliness with a healthy dose of sexy.
“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”
“in are warm scents, fur, leopard prints, brown lip gloss with voluminous blowouts for the fall to enhance my diva essence!”
- @realprissygrl on twitter 🎀
first and foremost…
the weather is turning so a lot of us are catching colds. take care of your health and rest. protect your immune system and dress according to weather. i almost always get sick around late september/early october and its because of the dip my immune system takes due to the change in climate.
preparation
some of you are in school like me. one of the reasons the fall is my fav season is because it’s time to get back to the basics. you should be developing new study routines around this time or perfecting the ones you have already
new school supplies + stationery. pretty girls deserve to stay stocked up on glitter ink and fuzzy pens
start saving money for the holiday season
get a handle on your halloween look early so not to scramble when the day comes
stock up on tea, immune boosters like emergen-c and medicine
start going outside in the morning to get the vitamin D and K you may lose out on as the seasons turn
set new goals and track them in a diary or planner
try to get well rested. the change from fall to winter can cause a lot of mood and energy complications due to lack of rest
essentials
a metallic pink starbucks tumbler or stanley cup
new books to read this season
chai tea and espresso for at home lattes + a pink thermos for travel (mine is a barbie pink micro shimmer one by starbucks)
hello kitty pencil caps and planners
velcro roller kit
super cute straw toppers
juicy couture laptop case for school
dry shampoo and clean paddle brush
pink ipad for productivity
victoria’s secret anything
cute hydrophobic jackets + umbrella
cute planner, i take my corset planner everywhere
clothes and accessories
warm neutrals + pink
layers, layers, layers! i’ve been pairing fur vests/cardigans, and sheer tops
cheetah and leopard print (yes they’re different lol) i’m going for the galleria chanel look this season
preppy looks! tartan, tweed and pleats have been such an essential for me on class days
cute little purses that are only big enough for your phone, lip gloss and keys. they come rhinestoned, fur trimmed or beaded and go very well with preppy lookz
chocolate brown accessories and layers
rhinestones and pearls add the perfect diva touch to any look
hoops 4ever
diamond studs for when your hair is pulled back, the prettiest detail ever
velour tracksuits
shimmery neutral pieces
feathers and gold jewelry to achieve that regine hunter/hilary banks aesthetic
fur trims on sheer tops
fuzzy trimmed half jackets
neutral toned designer tote bags
leopard print totes
blacked out shades
berets
sheer tights including tights with patterns like lace and stripes
ted baker arycon bags. they’re affordable and super freaking cute
fuzzy knitted pieces
knee high socks
cute little pumps + kitten heels
leather booties
uggs… obviously
medium telfar in either ballerina, bubblegum or gold
rubber boots with cute details like metal buttons or fur
furry moon boots
apple watch + charm bracelet stacking
beauty
brown + pink all season. cinnamon strawberry dessert girl
tape ins + sew ins or clip ins for a budget
soft matte makeup. not too matte (winter) and not dewy (summer)
neutral eyeshadow with a pink glossy lip
voluminous side parted hair with velcro roller curls OR
pin straight silk presses with a middle part
adequate moisture in hair is imperative to ensure hairstyles last long and stay sleek. if my hair reverts too fast i know it’s because its dry
sparkly hair clips
deep pink, mauve and berry blushes
lip balms like tree hut, summers friday and patrick ta
high ponies and half up half down stylez
long curly lashes. my favs are by kiss and lilly lashes or sold on amazon in the pink packaging
invest in a metal roller brush (ulta has super cute pink ones omg) OR a round brush blow dryer to add body to hair
makeup by pat mcgrath and patrick ta for sparkly lookz
beauty blender cleanser is my fav for cleaning my brushes
lip glosses + lipstick in nude pink, nude, deep brown, and baby pink
tapered square french tipz and nude nails
eyeshadow palettes with blacks, reds, browns, grays, and creams. my favs rn are naughty nude and new nude by huda, glam palette by natasha denona and the master mattes by mario
claw clips have been my fav for cute updos
warm scents with notes of wood, oud, musk, cinnamon, pastry, soft florals and brown sugar
smoky eyes + smudged liner + wings
#the prissy girl agenda#fall#dream girl beauty#dream girl fashion#dream girl journey#my posts#diva seasonz!
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web of wyrd: goals you should set to become your best self
this is just a theory of mine because these bubbles of the matrix should represent your higher self. i feel like it could work for the outside numbers too that changes yearly... anywho - this is not to say that you can't accomplish goals/resolution not listed in your category / under your energetic number nor that your efforts not listed in your selection don't make you a better person. this is simply what i believe people with these numbers would benefit from doing and how they can gain new found confidence in themselves.
1 - the magician
start a garden, work on passion project(s), read or write a business/self-help books, get a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, study more tarot/astrology/mediumship, complete an art project, make your own soap or candles, start taking vitamins daily, declutter, learn to cook, learn to code, get car detailed, start journaling, do a paid class or certification course, start learning a new language, learn more about heritage, learn how to do nails at home, start a side hustle, learn to knit or crochet, learn how to manage a bonsai, or go to a concert
2 - the high priestess
delve deeper into spiritual practices, eat to support hormones, learn to bake, take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), start or restructure a self-care routine, take a beach/cruise vacation, play brain games, learn to makes candles, go to a fondue experience, reset closet or revamp style, try a juice cleanse, take a cooking class, get a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, practice tarot/astrology/mediumship abilities, or take self-defense class
3 - the empress
build up your crystal collection, reset closet or revamp style, go to an art museum, see a ballet or take a ballet class, sketch daily, practice makeup looks, keep a flower garden, get jewelry cleaned or revamp jewelry collection, save for real pearl/diamond/stone jewelry, learn to make your own candy/sweets, start a budget or emergency fund, reset closet or revamp style, save for a designer piece/accessory, start a new beauty/skincare routine, take a trip to a fancy restaurant, learn how to dried your own fruits, start a garden or try to grow something new in your garden, go to a concert/orchestra, read or write a poetry book, go to a play, start wearing lingerie (sometimes it's a pick me up to know you look good for yourself), get a boudoir photoshoot done, go to a vineyard or wine tasting (for those of drinking age), or take a dance class
4 - the emperor
start a new skincare routine, go on a rock climbing retreat, start going to the gym or become a personal trainer, try an adrenaline rush activity (skydiving, bungee jumping, etc), take a wood shop class, get more into your coffee - learn about sourcing/grinding beans, start taking better care of your eyes, start a hair care routine, start an oral health routine, start meditating, or start using time blocking or following a planner
5 - the hierophant
sketch daily, go on an architectural tour, start a beauty routine, go to a history museum, learn how to make pastries/sweets/candies, get your earrings cleaned professionally or save for a quality set, learn how to make sour dough, save for real pearl/diamond/stone jewelry, take piano/organ lessons or give them, take or give singing lessons, or take a class
6 - the lovers
get car detailed, get car license, do a bicycle marathon or learn how to rider a bike, read a set number of books, buy a quality briefcase / work tote, go on a day trip, start a gym membership or soulcycle classes, build up you crystal collection and learn how to use them, upgrade your desk set up, go for hand & foot message, learn how to do nails at home, start reading the newspaper (i recommend the new yorker), take a language classes, learn a new language, take a train trip, learn how to better your communication with others, or start talk therapy
7 - the chariot
start a garden or try to grow something new in your garden, learn how to bake or learn how to bake something new, start a new beauty routine, go on a boat trip / cruise, get car detailed, try a juice cleanse, upgrade glassware, declutter, invest in home, stay at a hotel or bed & breakfast, upgrade kitchenware, go on a lake trip, go tubing, invest in pearls, invest in real estate / land, try a new restaurant, get silver jewelry cleaned professionally, shop your pantry, go on a trip, or start journaling your intentions / bullet journaling
8 - strength
go to an amusement park, work on or finish a passion project, take ballroom dancing classes, learn about tea and tea leaves, learn to read tea leaves, start playing a new game or design a new game, practice vulnerability, go to the movie theater, start a flower garden, or get a pet
9 - the hermit
get a pet, organize bookshelves, try a juice cleanse, upgrade clothing or declutter closet, start an oral health routine, start journaling more consistently, learn more about emergency preparedness, invest in emergency preparedness, learn to cook something new, invest in new dining ware (new plates/bowls, cups / glassware, silverware, etc), try a food subscriptions (home chef, hello fresh, pickle of the month club, bokksu japanese snack box, etc), take care of a bonsai, take supplements, learn to knit or crochet, start an herb garden, learn to dry your own herbs, take a one way trip to anywhere, or go on a hiking trip
10 - wheel of fortune
learn about different incenses/herbs, practice or take a class in archery, plant a tree, invest in land, learn how to dry berries, start a budget, learn how to budget, start going to a gym / exercising, expand religious/spiritual/philosophical knowledge, learn how to play a new card game, learn how to spin your own wool (then you can move to weaving, crocheting, and/or knitting), learn how to make your own clothing, buy a luxury coat, take a trip to a country or place you have never been, start an oral health routine, take an etiquette class, learn about the customs of other countries/cultures, eat more fruit, get a beehive / harvest your own honey, start taking royal jelly, take a horseback riding lesson, upgrade shoes / shoe collection, support spiritual practices / keep learning about what you believe in / trust, or start practicing a positive mindset
11 - justice
go to a ballet or an art gallery, start using or invest in an air purifier, learn how to take care of house plants, buy a house plant, take a spa day, go to a spa, reset your cosmetics (please clean your brushes and sponges), wearing lingerie (sometimes it's a pick me up to know you look good for yourself), get a boudoir photoshoot done, organize your closet, declutter your closet, start a capsule wardrobe, learn how to make pastries/sweets, invest in diamonds, propose to your lover, buy a dress that makes you feel good and take yourself on a date (fancy diner and a play/opera/ballet), go to a fashion show or exhibit, buy yourself flowers, start a flower garden, invest in a luxury chair (a chaise, reading chair, gaming card - whatever your thing is, justice person), declutter your jewelry, invest in luxury jewelry, get your jewelry professional cleaned, go to a concert, read or write a poetry, buy yourself chocolate dipped strawberries, get hair extensions (i know you want to lol), do logic puzzles, or go to an escape room
12 - the hanged man
take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), learn how to better decode angel numbers, look into / practice natural medical remedies, take a ballet class, go to a ballet, revamp your self-care routine, go on a beach vacation, try a new tea or coffee, learn more about tea or coffee, practice photography or start a photography side hustle, take a dance class, read or write a smutty/romance/fantasy book, make a fairy garden, get a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, practice your tarot/astrology/mediumship abilities, start budgeting, try a new makeup look or practice your makeup skills, go to a concert, paint something, read or write a poetry book, take a swim class, make a poppet, or practice meditation
13 - death
start practicing or expanding homeopathic cures and remedies, learn more about meat sourcing, purchase/invest in half a cow or pig, learn how to cook and trim meats, try to be a vegetarian or a vegan for a month or longer, do a colon cleanse, read a philosophy of death book, expand your knowledge of magic, try a new period product, learn more about poisonous plants, make a frog pond, buy a scorpion/snake/snake, gift someone something unexpectedly, or declutter your space
14 - temperance
go on a hunting trip, take an archery class, read a book on religion or philosophy, start a devotional journal, read the book of your core religion or philosophy, purchase a book on dream meanings and keep a dream journal to reflect on your dreams, take a certification course or college class, take a horseback riding lesson, go on a horse drawn carriage ride, do logic puzzles, or learn how to better decode angel numbers
15 - the devil
invest in a fan or air conditioning unit, if you have the land for it - buy a cow/horse/goat, learn how to use kinetic tape, start dry brushing, invest in diamonds / diamond jewelry, propose to your significant other, invest in a luxury clock or watch, practice/learn better nail care, invest in room darkening curtains, invest in and use a happy lamp, start a lotion/cream skin routine, learn how to knit or crochet, invest in hair products (extensions, shampoo subscription, etc), start a hair routine, invest in leather fashion-ware, start a garden or try to successfully grow something new in your garden, invest in an ice maker or ice molds, or try a juice cleanse
16 - the tower
practice yoga, take an acrobatic/gymnastic class, learn about and practice homeopathic cures and remedies, take a first-aid course, learn how to bake, learn how to season and marinate your meats, get a bad haircut or shave your hair off, learn how to use a straight razor, learn knife skills, get a custom metal works done, take boxing lesson, go to a boxing match or monster truck duel, learn more about meat sourcing, purchase/invest in half a cow or pig, learn how to cook and trim meats, try to be a vegetarian or a vegan for a month or longer, take a wood shop class, start a cactus/succulent garden, buy a cactus or succulent, learn how to cook something from scratch (and be okay with failing at it multiple times), invest in pocket knife / knife set /leatherman / multitool and learn how to use it, invest in a tool kit, read or write a comic or graphic novel, take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), listen to more rock music, invest in a vinyl, go to a rock concert, maintain a pepper plant, or build a lego kit
17 - the star
learn how to make friendship bracelets, invest in a fan or air conditioning unit, take a flight lesson, use compression stockings/socks, take an architectural tour, read or write an astrology reading, get car detailed, get a club memberships, invest in an electronic device brand, collect movies, watch a new movie, invest in a camera, film a short film or practice photography, start a photography side hustle, practice shadow work, get rid of unused subscriptions, take an acting class, read or write a book on health or mental health, or read or write a book on positivity
18 - the moon
make a piece of abstract art, take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), pay a fish, visit an aquarium, go on a fishing trip (for the dads), watch a fishery documentary, read or write a book of conspiracy theories, learn how to read a crystal ball, buy a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, practice your tarot/astrology/mediumship abilities, invest a camera, practice photography or start a photography side hustle, read or write poetry book, attempt hydroponics, practice bluffing, take an acting class, invest in new shoes, start using a sleeping eye mask, invest in silk pillow cases, buy yourself new quality bed sheets, start using a bonnet, invest in a typewriter, practice shadow work, buy a puppy, or purchase a book on dream meanings and keep a dream journal to reflect on your dreams
19 - the sun
read an autobiographical books, take ballroom dancing lessons, start an oral health routine, try a new card game, make your own chocolates, take an artistic/creative class, get new jewelry or an engagement ring, buy yourself flowers, start a flow garden, start a herb garden, learn how to dry your own herbs, go to a race of some sort (cars, horse, etc), invest in sporting equipment, buy and maintain an ivy plant, take a pottery class, or work on your passion project / hobbies
20 - judgment
buy an ant farm, practice astral projection, learn more about emergency preparedness, invest in emergency preparedness, practice illusions and slight of hand, buy and learn about poisonous plants, read the divine comedy, do a puzzle, buy a bubby, or wearing lingerie (sometimes it's a pick me up to know you look good for yourself)
21 - the world
start a garden or try to grow something new, take or give a guitar lesson, invest in air conditioning or fan, take an architectural tour, make your own teddy bear (literally sow one), buy a pair of quality/luxury boots, keep a calendar or planner, practice sun protect / use sunblock products, convert to wooden kitchen supplies (cutting board, spoon, etc), buy a luxury carpet, make a clay house guardian, invest in a luxury clock or watch, use compression stockings/socks, collect coins, learn how to use kinetic tape, build up your crystal collection, start a budget tracker, start a lotion for dry skin routine, learn to knit/crochet, start a hair care routine, invest in an ice machine or ice making trays, learn to make ice cream, take a pottery class, invest in real estate or land, keep a zen sand garden, or invest in a sculpture
22 - the fool
take flight lessons, take a flight to anywhere, get car detailed, get an astrology reading, practice your astrology reading abilities, learn how to ride a bike or do a bike marathon, go to the movie theater, invest in a luxury clock or watch, start a club memberships, take a train ride, take motorcycle classes, do something impulsive, filming or recording something and upload it online, learn to cross stitch / knitting / crocheting, invest in a camera, practice photography, watch a new movie / tv show, invest in a new tv, or take a class
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Chemtrails Over the Yacht Club Collection 18+ | Toto Wolff x reader, age gap, smut operator, clear daddy issues (this fic is inspired by Lana del Rey, duh), and yacht culture.
Summary: Toto Wolff is a name often mentioned at the Yacht Club, where you work after classes. For some reason, you have always pictured him as an old crank like the usual members, not this foxy man who arrives at the reception making your knees quiver. The entire staff goes frenetic as he, one of the Club's most important clients, chooses to spend his spring break there without previous notice. You pray to the Gods that you don't cross lines with him since your entire livehood depends on this job, and you really want to graduate college. Author's note: This was supposed to be a one-shot but was way too long, so I split it into two chapters. I hope you enjoy them. By the way, this version of Toto has questionable morals.
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1 - Dark but just a game
As the sun rises over the Mediterranean Sea, you find yourself running across the streets of Monaco at full speed, like a mad girl, your ponytail swaying behind you like a pendulum, sprinting as fast as you are able all the way from the bus stop to the iconic doorway stairs to Monaco's most prestigious, exclusive, and expensive Yacht Club.
To your fucking luck, you are running late because you didn't hear the many alarms set on your phone.
Not because you are acting lazy; these past weeks have been brutal, and your body is exhausted from work, college, and tests.
As you quickly climb the marble steps, you pray you don't slip and break your nose against them. Cleaning it will be a nightmare, and you already have many chores to do that day.
The staff access is all the way down the next street, but you only have about 2 minutes left to check in on time. Either you use this shortcut or get another notice, so you risk it!
For obvious reasons, the staff isn't supposed to use the member's and guests' main entrance; the one that leads to the glamorous and iconic lobby with the front desk and stunning bar that is featured in many Architectural Digest issues due to his architectural heritage and art deco layout, but fuck it.
You would rather get a reprimand from your boss, the Members Services & Events Department director, than a salary fine. You are already biting your nails to meet this month's end.
As soon as you reach the large double gold-framed doors, you feel the fresh air of the AC hitting your pores with a sweet scent of jasmine.
You want to make the most discreet and casual way in, trying to blend and go unnoticed between the people there and their soft hums of conversations, but Lord! Fate hates you.
As soon as you push the doors open, you feel your keys flying out of your blue short's tiny pocket.
You don't know who to blame the most: the designers who insist on putting those stupid, almost fake pockets on women's clothes, the massive ball of keys your manager insists you carry around at work due to the old-timey tradition of the place, or you for running relentlessly.
The sound the keys make when they hit the pristine and immaculate stone floor makes you want to die; it sounds like a torpedo hitting the ground.
All the people inside there, the ones chatting on the trendy and expensive lounge pearl white sofas, the ones getting down the swirl stairs from the terrace under that beautiful chandelier and massive skylight, the people enjoying their morning by the gold leaf bar drinking their welcoming Italian soda and the expertly crafted canapés along with the hot man standing at the front desk next to your boss turn their heads following the sound, all looking straight at you now as you stand still there in the middle of the room.
The hot man has short brown hair, dark eyes, and a well-built, athletic body that could easily be spotted from a mile away. He exudes power and sexiness, and you can't help but take him in.
"Good morning" is all you come up to say, trying to keep your composure. Fuckity fuck!
The tall man bends his body and reaches down to pick up your rusted keys, which slid near his feet.
"Good morning, kid," he greets you as he enjoys the view of an embarrassed, sweaty, and out-of-breath you, with your hair loosened up from running under the sea breeze and wind in those tiny ass blue shorts and white polo that the Club makes you wear as a uniform, with a very amused smile on his face.
Toto's voice is smooth and captivating, sending shivers down your spine as you listen to him. Your heart races and your cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
You can't believe the man in front of you is talking to you so charmingly. Most members and guests are out of touch or rude towards staff.
"Thank you, s-sir," you quickly reply, grabbing the keys with a slight tremble in your voice.
Toto's eyes twinkle with amusement as he observes your reaction. It's clear to him that his presence takes you aback, and he finds it endearing.
"Who the fuck is this specimen of a man, Jesus Christ!" You think, your brain breaking down a bit.
"Right this way, Mr. Wolff," Chloé, your boss, stands right by him.
She is almost his height and a vision of elegance and authority. Her perfectly styled curly hair and soft, evony skin glimmer as she addresses Toto in the most polite voice, stealing his attention from you.
Before looking at you with an "I'm going to murder you," look in her sharp hazel eyes as a silent warning of the impending reprimand you are getting.
You immediately recognize the last name: Wolff. He most likely is Toto Wolff, the successful businessman who owns one of the villas at the Club and has a beautiful yacht by the dock.
You have heard his name many times before. You know he is one of the most important clients and may be spending his spring break here.
You had no idea he was coming; no one in the crew or staff notified you about it, which is the usual when a big name is to arrive.
But most importantly, you had no idea he looked like that; you always pictured him as an old fart.
Damn, he is hot!
-
As you fix your wild hair in the locker room, you notice Chloé enter, and you rush to finish tightening your ponytail.
You observe her reflection coming your way in the tiny mirror on the metallic door of your blue locker.
"Here we go."
You can feel Chloé's disapproval while waiting for her words, and your mind races with fears and uncertainties.
"Girl, how often do I have to remind you about the importance of punctuality in this establishment?!" Chloé's voice is like ice seeping into your core, chilling you to the bone.
You feel a mix of panic and frustration, knowing that you have once again fallen short of Chloé's expectations; she is your most supportive person in the entire place.
You bite your lip nervously, trying to devise a plausible explanation for your delay. For the first time, you are glad the staff area of the Club is not as luxurious as the rest of the sparkling oasis venue.
It's a bit dark in there because there are only small windows below ground level, so it is impossible to notice how pale you are right now.
"Of all days, you had to choose today! Please stop being so reckless. There will be a time when I won't be able to stand up for you and help you out! You know I love you, girl, but Raphaël is going to give us so much shit if any of the guests or Abby mention the incident to him."
You feel a wave of self-doubt washing you over. This familiar sensation crept up whenever you faced Chloe's harsh criticisms; she's the best but a challenging and demanding boss.
She is at the top of the game, and Chloé works hard to maintain the Club's reputation and the best guest service in town.
"I-I'm sorry, Chloé," your voice stutters as you try to form an apology, your words coming out in a quiet, shaky breath.
You are still in a whirlwind of emotions. You did your best to keep a professional demeanor in front of Toto's presence and the rest of the guests.
But the entire incident was overwhelming, plus his aura looked like he commanded respect from people.
"At least, Mr. Wolff, laugh it off." Chloé gives you a soft and reassuring rub on the arm. "I had never seen you reach that level of redness, not even when you slipped on the deck of Ms. Basset's yacht with her birthday cake while we sang her happy birthday," Chloé starts laughing at the memory.
"Here is his clown to entertain him," you get slightly embarrassed now and joke back, but you wish.
"Talking of which," Chloé switches tones back to a boss again.
"What?" you feel your heart going wild again.
You struggle to contain your emotions as she delivers you the news with a funny expression.
You can't believe you have been assigned to Mr. Wolff's crew, YOU, to overlook and take care of his stay.
The mere thought of being in close proximity to him sends a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach as excitement at the prospect of working closely with Toto until you remember who you are. Then, apprehension fills you with the challenges that lay ahead.
"WHAT?!" you let out aloud.
"Yeah, I know, we know, we all wonder if Mr. Holst is pulling some survival experiment or wants to watch you do you and surprise us with one of your biggest hits, like the one you did today. Seriously, how do these things keep happening to you?! Child, I wonder." Chloé lets out with amusement.
"OH LORD,"
-
The Yacht Club's poolside bar glistens in the sun's warm embrace. A golden hue covers the luxurious setting and trendy chairs cradle members who lounge in pricey fashion wear and fancy swimsuits.
Laughs and chats overlap the sound of the waves against the shore. The entire pool area has the most beautiful view of Monaco's sea.
Spring is warm enough, and the freshwater of the ocean twinkles and sparks reflections, looking perfect for diving in or jet skiing.
The long pier there is closed right now as the Waterfront crew sets up all the equipment and performs safety checks before starting their water-based activities schedule for guests.
So, most members enjoy the state-of-the-art giant pool: swimming, sunbathing, drinking cocktails, or reading from their Kindles at the moment, making the bar busier.
Today, you are helping the mixologist and bartenders at the pool and terrace bar by restocking ingredients and tracking orders on the KDS.
Jesus, these people have crazy and quirky demands for their beverages and food!
Your feet start hurting from running from one location to another, to the kitchen and warehouse, and up and down the staff's outdoor stairs.
But all pain is gone as you watch Toto approach the bar, wearing an unbuttoned white linen t-shirt and yellow swimming short trunks. His chest and legs look damn good under the sun.
Toto's eyes linger on you as a flashback of a phone call he had with Mr. Holst, the Club Manager and owner, his long-time friend, comes to his mind.
"Miss Y/LN?" Toto says as he reads the list of staff names sent to his email for him to review before arriving at the Club.
"Oh, yes, that one you don't recognize, yeah, that's Y/N," Mr. Holst lets out a long sigh on the other end of the phone.
He doesn't sound excited at the mention of your name.
"She's the young college student who works for us, tirelessly, I must admit, to support her education. That's the only reason why I keep giving her chances."
"Put her on board my crew, then," Toto says while signing a cheque at his office, briefly holding his iPhone with his ear.
"Toto, I must warn you, she is inexperienced and really clumsy. I advise choosing someone else." the boss says.
"Add her, please," Toto commands what he pleases. He knows he can tip you well to help you with the bills.
"Okay, you are going to make me say I told you so," Mr. Holst jokes. "I love you here, my friend, but why the sudden rush to arrive? Shouldn't you be on cloud nine in Milano? You are giving us no time."
A small, sarcastic sigh escapes Toto's lips. "See you soon, my friend," his deep voice ends the call; there is no further explanation.
Your pulse quickens as you stand before Toto. You can smell his delicious cologne, mixed with the scent of saltwater and hints of citrus from the cocktails having served.
"It's a pleasure to see you again," he greets you; his words carry a subtle warmth. "I want a Daiquiri; take it to the in-pool chaise area. I will be there," he orders. "Oh, and I hope you don't throw some keys in it," he winks at you.
"You dislike rusty flavors, noticed, sir," you joke back, seizing the moment; a small smile forms on his lips, and you feel like you won a prize.
-
Oh, the view that greets you minutes later as you go to deliver him his drink is just too much for your poor heart.
Toto is sprawled on one of the pool's chaises, sunlight dancing on his skin. His fit body is covered in a sheen of sweat from the heat, his muscular physique in full glory for your eyes to enjoy, looking impossibly hot.
Under his sunglasses, he notices how your gaze goes all over him, his body getting you all distracted before he grabs his drink. "It's a good thing you didn't throw it all over me," he says, confusing you. "Watch your step."
He points with his head to your feet. You are standing at the very edge of the pool. One millimeter more, and you could have taken a good swim with him, embarrassing yourself as usual.
"Oh God," in that moment, you want to drown in the pool. "Sorry, I'm not, I..."
"Don't mind, you can leave," he says, and that's all.
There's no more Toto for you that day.
Is he always this cold?
-
You arrive home exhausted after today's work. The bar's closing always takes time, and it's late at night when you enter your aunt's apartment, where you two live.
She has already left for work.
She is a nurse and usually works the night shift, so you two see each other only occasionally, even if you share the same roof, just on weekends.
During the bus ride home, you made peace with the fact that you were going to bed with an empty stomach.
She left you a sticky yellow note on the fridge, letting you know she left food for you. God bless her heart! You felt too tired to cook.
As you microwave your dinner, Léo texts you.
Apparently, a kid threw up at the restaurant, and his father caused a big scene by calling the Chef and making him bring out the employee who cooked his son's meal to address him.
"You tried to poison my son! He screamed at me with a thick Australian accent. Can you believe the nerve?!"
Léo is 30 years old and works as a cook in the Yacht Club kitchen under a highly demanding Chef. He is as low-salary as you and middle class, too.
Because of that and many more things you share in common, you two were able to bond and become great friends.
Your aunt has always tried to play cupid with you two. She likes him and, well, you too, sort of.
He is a good person and good-looking, and according to everyone, he is also into you.
You would let him win your heart if he wasn't determined to move countries and leave as soon as he finishes studying his cuisine master's.
There is nothing that frightens you more in this world than the fear of someone leaving you because your parents did that to you.
Well, your dad was never present anyway.
And your mom was an irresponsible and immature mess with you. She even called you an "oopsie baby" to your face once while being exasperated with you, but it was the truth anyway.
She always blamed you for your father leaving and for stealing her youth, all that before she got sober and cleaned her act.
Now, she is the world's greatest mom to her kids, your stepbrothers. You don't see her much, and she still doesn't care much about you. Still, she calls you on your birthday and sends you money every once in a while.
God, you hate people who abandon and hurt.
So that's why you fear a relationship with Léo.
Paris is a goddamn expensive and challenging city to live and navigate, more so with a low income, so following him along is not within your reach.
But you really yearn for affection, a body to hold, for someone to touch you and make you feel special.
A boyfriend would be great.
-
As you lay in your bed, in the darkness, inside your small room, frustrated about not being able to fall asleep, you can't win the dirty thoughts running wild in your head as the night's warmth enters through the open window.
The light fabric curtains sway in the wind as the warm breeze caresses your thighs, and you succumb to the temptation you have been trying to resist for more than 20 minutes.
You spread your legs wider, feeling the soft cotton of your pajama bottoms rub against your sensitive spot. You start to slide a hand between your legs, with a finger teasing the skin under your panties, getting aroused.
You close your eyes and begin caressing your folds and picturing Toto's broad, sweaty, naked body approaching you at the bed.
You could almost hear his deep voice whispering, "You're so beautiful." His aftershave fills your nostrils as he leans in for a kiss.
His big hands gently part your legs, revealing your bare, moist pussy to him before placing himself on top of you in one of the villa's bedrooms.
You fantasize about being buried under his weight, lost in the sensation of Toto's fingers teasing and exploring your insides.
His soft, dirty whispers in your ear make you shiver, and you find yourself arching into his touch.
Back in real life, the sound of your shallow breaths fills the room as you dare to push an entire finger inside you all the way in while a soft moan escapes your lips as the scene in your head continues:
"Do you like that? Do you like me inside?" Toto asks, his voice low and husky.
"Yes, sir," you breathe, your hips bucking against his hand, willing and trembling.
As your finger moves faster, causing soaked sounds, your mind pictures Toto's intense gaze fixed on you; the thought of submitting to him, of being his completely, makes you quiver.
You feel the heat and wetness of your core and slide a second finger into you, eager for more.
The soft fabric of your bedsheets rubs your skin with the movement you produce on the mattress as you go all for it, reminding you of Toto's rough yet gentle grip.
"Tell me what you want," he says, working his hand faster between your legs, making you splash some drops of your wetness.
"I want you inside me," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper hidden below a moan.
You are all pink in the cheeks and sweaty, and a need to pee sensation starts building in you.
"And what do you think I should do about that?" he asks with a wicked grin.
"Please fuck me, sir; I need you inside me," you beg.
You close your eyes, lost in the dream, feeling as if he was entering you balls deep as you thrust your fingers as deep inside you as you can take them.
Your moans hitch as you start pulling them in and out of you as you picture Toto's hip movements till you reach climax, your body shuddering with pleasure, whetting your sheets all over.
The warmth spreads through your core and leaves you content and relaxed. You bite your lip, and you are now feeling embarrassed to face Toto tomorrow morning after this.
You clean yourself up and change your sheets, then fall asleep like a baby. Your best night of sleep in a long time.
-
OH, YEAH, SPRING BREAK IS OFFICIALLY HERE!
Which means no more classes, no more university, and no more annoying classmates. However, still lots of work to do at the Club.
-
You are all happy and peacefully cooking your breakfast with a lot of the extra time you have now on your hands.
Yesterday, Chloé authorized you to switch to the morning shift since college is on break.
She left you many tasks for the day in the digital agenda the Club gave you, which you are now reading as you enjoy your avocado toast.
You have to look extra lovely and put together this week because you will spend three entire days alongside Toto in the middle of the ocean since he got invited to Mr. Holst's extremely exclusive getaway at his gigantic and modern yacht that could easily fit a nation in there, along with other five old farts.
-
Two days later, you are getting ready to join the crew on board to help with everything Mr. Wolff needs and what the harbor crew, the dock master, the Chef, and the sailing master ask you to do.
It also means you must wear the sailing slut-ish uniforms, keep them pristine, look on point all the time, and avoid embarrassing yourself.
After brushing your teeth and doing your hair and makeup, you check yourself in your bedroom's oversized, full-length mirror, fixing every detail on your sailing uniform.
This one attracts much attention from people on the streets as you travel on the bus to work. Guys always send you dirty looks or discreetly stare you down.
Everyone finds it sexy, but not the Yacht's Controller, who always makes fun of it; he and his entire team nickname it "The Slut Navy Uniform."
It's a tight white long-sleeve button shirt with golden handcuffs and a v-neck cleavage, along with a French blue loosen kipper short tie and six golden buttons in the waist area to make it look smaller, with the Club's patched logo on the upper left side, and pair with a too short white knife pleated skirt that you always have to work around to avoid flashing the guests.
And to whose surprise, honestly?! Mr. Holst is quite sexist and still thinks his female staff must look pleasing to men's eyes.
You have a conflicted sentiment for him; sometimes, he is the nicest boss on earth, but he spans from that to a neurotic asshole.
He has a sweet, healthy, young-looking face for his age. Being a billionaire, having a plastic surgeon on call, and being chubby sure helps him with that, but he was definitely once good-looking.
His wife is way too hot for him, tho, and his three sons and heirs are also stunning but extremely posh, a bit deadpan, and out of touch.
They aren't that reachable, but you have a good relationship with them all.
You got hired to work there because your aunt was the nurse who helped him take care of his elderly mom for the last decade of her life.
-
The sun rises over the crystal-clear waters, reflecting on the luxurious yachts docked in the harbor as you walk along the pier, admiring the beautiful vessels.
"Here it comes, the Slut Navy!" the dockmaster yells at you from afar, greeting you and the other girls while joking around as there are no guests near.
He is a pretty quirky character, and you do a little dance in response, extending your arms and rocking your hips while reaching the edge of the pier, where he offers you a hand to board the yacht, along with the four other female coworkers.
You step onto the dock, feeling the cool wood beneath your feet, and take a deep breath to steady your nerves.
"Please don't break my ship," he jokes with you, double-checking on his list that you are part of today's crew. You are his favorite. That's why he is always teasing you.
"Girls, we have lots to prepare before guests arrive. I need you to split into teams. Let's go, people!" he stops fooling around and goes full business mode as he checks his Rolex Daytona.
-
On time as ever, the guests board the ship while you pour the cold iced tea into the glasses and help the Chef label which plate belongs to whom since one of the guests is allergic to cheese.
"SHIT!" you let out loud in the staff's kitchen, watching the clock on the wall. You were supposed to welcome Toto on the deck about 10 minutes ago. "Gotta go, guys."
You rush to place the last sticky notes with names frantically before exiting and climbing the metallic stairs to ground level fast to look for him.
You find Toto standing at the railing, his eyes scanning the water. You can't help but admire his tall, muscular frame and the way the sunlight glints off his hair.
There he is, the man you've been secretly fantasizing about, just a few feet away. With a sudden burst of courage, you clear your throat.
Toto turns towards you, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. You feel your cheeks heating up as you get closer.
He raises an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Ah, there you are, kid. I thought you had fallen overboard already since there was no one to welcome me," he replies, his voice deep and resonant.
"That's why you were looking at the water, right?" You try to beat with humor the slight reprimand you got. "What can I offer you, sir?" you quickly ask.
The yacht rocks gently under your feet, waves lapping against the hull as he gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine. "There, better," he says.
Your hair got a bit messed up from working like crazy. Seconds later, Mr. Holst reaches you two, which explains Toto's move.
Mr. Holst checks you out, expecting you to look perfect, as Ava, his stunning assistant and assigned crew lass, moves to stand beside you.
She is everything you want to achieve at work and excels at her job. Although Ava acts cold and diva to you and the other girls, feeling above you all.
"Hi," you greet the breathtaking young, fit woman, low and quickly, discreetly waving your hand at her.
She looks at you with the corner of her eyes. Her piercing blue eyes stay on you for a few seconds. Ava remains quiet and then moves her gaze back to the boss.
You wonder if the rumors of Mr. Holst and her are true; wait, that's misogynistic of you.
Well, you will keep trying to make friends with her. She has no friends here, and you don't like that. You can't cope with abandonment.
"Good morning, my friend. It's good to see you," Mr. Holst greets Toto warmly and squeezes his arm fondly. "We have some catching up to do," he notices Toto isn't holding a glass in his hand yet and addresses you. "Go bring him his beverage."
You were standing there like an idiot, staring at Toto shyly. "Oh, yes, sir, immediately."
"That wasn't necessary," Toto bumps Holst.
"I know, but she didn't get hired to act like a lampost," They both laugh.
"Is Y/N always that nervous and shy? Not the best traits working in hospitality, I must say." Toto asks.
"Really?! No, gosh, I wish she was. I would like her to contain herself more." Holst chuckles as some of your incidents come to his mind. "You want me to have a word with her?"
"No, no," Toto says.
Then, he is the one making you act like that?
-
The yacht's interior is even more luxurious than the outside, with plush carpets, gleaming marble surfaces, and intricate woodwork adorning every inch of space.
You wander through the spacious halls, attending to Toto's requests and admiring the paintings and sculptures lining the walls.
At the same time, you navigate the ship as you bring him the rye bread he requested to the long outdoor table on the bridge deck, where the brunch takes place. You face the mesmerizing view of Monaco's coastline as you step outside.
You place the plate in front of him and step back to your position behind him, at arm's reach, in case he needs something else.
You can't help but overhear the conversation and pay attention to his words.
"So, how is Irina? And your mom?" Mr. Holst addresses him, sitting at the head of the table and turning in Toto's way.
"Fine" is all Toto answers, deminors changing.
"Oh, okay, please, you don't say more," Mr. Holst jokes at Toto's lack of words; the Austrian chuckles.
The Chef then asks you by the open-ear bud headphones to bring out the sliced fruit dishes.
As all the staff heads back to the kitchen, Toto's eyes are drawn towards the action while the rest of the table doesn't bother paying attention.
When you are about to cross the massive slide door, a strong breeze comes your way. Toto gets to enjoy the view of your legs and ass on display as the wind pulls you a trick and raises your short skirt for a brief second before you rush to move your arm and hand to fix it.
He finds you so fascinating. The two of you couldn't be more opposite.
"Those are some cute lacey panties," he thinks.
-
As the day goes by without significant incidents, you start to feel more and more confident around Toto.
You stare at him for a while, driving the jet ski fast and wild on the waters, breaking waves and revolving, with a firm grip on the steering control and his delicious biceps flexing.
You are glad he has the life jacket on; otherwise, you be drooling. Then, the sailing master distracts you from him as he asks the guests to return on board.
The yacht will cruise to deeper waters so Mr. Holst can free dive.
You wait for Toto's arrival, holding the soft, high-quality towel while enjoying the view of a wet him up close as he climbs, dripping, on the swim platform.
He playfully sprinkles you with some drops with his hand as you come close to remove his life jacket.
"Hey!" you complain, smiling at him being an ass.
"Just a small taste of the fresh waters. I saw you looking over a lot, and I supposed you wanted to join me in the fun," he explains as he dries his hair with the towel, messing it up. "How do I look?" he jokes around. His wet hair is all up and wild, going in every direction.
You laugh and smile at the sight, "Like lighting is about to strike us."
He then combs his hair with his hand in a handsome man's move and drops the now-wet and heavy towel on your extended forearms. "I will be on the sun deck," he informs you and moves along.
-
Everything is going so well.
Toto sunbathes for a while and only asks you for one drink the entire time before he leaves to nap in his cabin.
So you move on to your other tasks as he isn't around but still keeping an eye on his call bell.
-
All until later, when you hear commotion on the main deck.
As you enter the living room area, you see Mr. Elrod, looking all red and swollen, sitting on one of the curved sofas as the aid crew offers him an EpiPen.
"Oh, no, no!" escapes your lips, watching the scene from afar as you feel the Chef and Mr. Holst's eyes set on you standing next to each other.
You sense Toto passing you around and standing by your side, observing the scene two steps behind you. The commotion woke him up.
Mr. Holst points you with his finger to the left, which means, "See you at my office now!"
Toto watches you release a loud sigh before moving your feet.
-
He waits for you outside the double wood doors of the office, sitting in the empty chair beside them, hearing the muffled screams from inside.
After a while, it quietens, and you finally emerge from inside, distressed and fast, trying to hold back tears.
You don't notice Toto.
You start heading to an empty place where you can cry in peace while avoiding being seen by guests.
Toto follows you all the way to the flying bridge, keeping a reasonable distance from you and trying to be discreet.
It's dark already, and the air feels chilly up there as the night fully sets.
He hears you weeping near the railing as you feel a jacket being placed on you.
"It's cold," Toto's deep voice says, making you jump.
You immediately wipe your tears, fix yourself, and turn to face him.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't notice you were here. I apologize."
God! Why did he have to be there and see you like this? You wanted to avoid getting into more trouble!
He notices your overly apologizing trait and feels slightly sorry for you. "I followed you here."
Your stupid mind takes another angle. "I'm so sorry if I didn't hear you calling me; how can I help you?"
He stares at you. "I meant it as I saw the entire thing with Mr. Elrod and then with Holst and followed you here from his office. He loses patience quickly but is a good-hearted man."
You nod, now getting it.
"Did you poison the allergic guy?" he asks, a small smile forming on his lips at the situation's absurdity as he listens to himself.
"Yes. I messed up the plate's labels all for being in a rush." You aren't in the mood to light things up with humor as you hold back tears again. "It won't happen again." Toto notices it; you gulp and look directly at him. "You don't have to worry about it, sir. I will pay extra care with your food and beverages."
"You think I'm here because I'm worried you'll get me poisoned?" his voice is serious.
You glance at him, confused and surprised.
What's going on?!
"Just talk to me. What's the reason for the tears?" Toto wipes the tear running down your cheek. "Without the sir bit, please, just Toto."
"Understood, si-r-Toto," you quickly answer. "Well, I-yeah, I feel like I'm not good at anything! I always screw things up. It doesn't matter how hard I try! It keeps happening to me, and they had enough of it."
"Did Holst threaten to fire you? I can always talk to him," he offers you, concerned.
"No, I'm getting a fine, a big one. I can barely afford it, but I can't lose this job either."
"And you told Holst that? That you needed the money? I don't know, maybe he could give you additional chores, or you could stay free for extra hours?"
"Yes, I tried, but he knows that's the one punishment that would make me not dare to commit the same mistake again. It's a bit cruel, but I'm used to it, I guess," you explain to him before you literally have a breakdown in front of him, much to Toto's surprise.
He holds you in his arms, trying to calm you down while a more violent and cold current hits both of your bodies.
You feel his thumb rubbing your back as you bury yourself in his warmness. His tender touch relaxes you so much that you start falling asleep, feeling exhausted.
He then notices you struggling to keep your eyes open and to remain on your feet as you lean more into him.
He lifts you from the ground with a firm grip and carries you around as you fall asleep on him.
He takes you downstairs through the empty hallways to his cabin, not knowing where yours is or how to get there, and softly places you in his bed.
He pulls your skirt in place, respecting you, even if he likes the idea of spooning you and feeling the lace of your cheeky panties with his fingers as his eyes go down your sound-asleep figure.
Toto hasn't fucked anyone in over five weeks, and the urge to do so starts building inside him.
But it's not proper to get involved with you.
-
The following day, he wakes up as the sun sneaks through the massive glass window of his bedroom, heating Toto's face; he then stretches and yawns before turning your way.
But you are already gone.
It's about 8 a.m., meaning breakfast is about to occur. Toto gets on his feet, feeling hungry already due to his CEO routine, usually waking up between 4:45 and 5:00 a.m. and eating breakfast early. But he has to remind himself he is on a break.
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He spots you as soon as he arrives at the bridge deck.
You are wearing a uniform similar to yesterday's. A white button t-shirt with a v-neck, this time no tie, but today's blue A-line plated panel mini skirt with four golden buttons seemed in it looks so tight on your ass, which is anything but good for Toto's horniness as he feels the urge to pin you against the hallway wall and rub your asscheeks against his groin.
He notices the nervous energy among the staff members, hurrying to attend to his and the other guests' every need as they start to breakfast.
Your eyes dart at him in awe and fear after last night's events as you give out the glass bottles of sparkling water to everyone at the table.
Toto chuckles to himself, aware of the power he wields on you simply by his presence.
He looks at you with a cheeky grin and, on purpose, drops his fork.
The sound it makes when hitting the floor causes Mr. Holst to turn Toto's way and joke out loud. "It's alive! The fruit is alive!" he messes around.
"Y/N," Toto calls your name, a smirk already on his lips. "Would you mind picking it up for me?" he requests you in the sweetest tone in front of everyone.
"You little shit," you think, but you say, "Sure, sir," and struggle to get down to the floor in that fucking tight as hell mini skirt, trying to bend without your pussy greeting everyone.
He enjoys watching you try and struggle all the way down and is pretty surprised when you achieve it without revealing yourself.
"Let me get you a new one, SIR," you emphasize the last word while looking at him with murderous eyes as he laughs under his breath.
Once you are back and have handed him his new fork so he can resume enjoying his fruit, Toto grabs a strawberry with it and gets it in his mouth.
As soon as the fork makes contact with his lips, Toto feels them burning violently.
He turns your way, eyes wide open, and since you are just two steps behind him, you come closer to mutter near his ear, "Oopsie, I must have dropped it in the wasabi sauce."
-
After a long chat with the other guests about business, Toto excuses himself to get a shower.
He dismisses you and gifts you some free time before they dock in Eze Village.
He asks you to go get him in his room when they arrive.
-
Toto steps into the steaming water, letting it cascade over his muscular body. He closes his eyes, trying to clear his mind of the sudden life crisis that brought him here.
As he soaps up his body, he can't help but reach between his legs and begin to stroke his growing erection.
He could be fucking anyone instead of jerking himself off in the shower. After all, he is a handsome billionaire who can afford life's finest things but is stranded here with few options.
A slight smirk forms at the corner of his mouth as he thinks you would probably be more than happy to join and help him with this as he runs his hands over his well-defined abs and chest.
He pulls all of his strength not to call you in.
Instead, he focuses on pulling himself harder, faster, and more intensely as he gets lost in the moment.
"Ahh" he moans, arching his back as he feels the familiar tightening in his groin. His cock is as hard and curved as possible and bounces slightly with each move.
After minutes of going at it, he hears the soft and muffled knocks on the door.
It must be you, as he instructed you, obedient girl! He would reward you for good behavior if you were in there with him.
He rushes to pleasure himself, or otherwise, if he stops and steps out, after opening that door, he is going to fuck you right against it, not being able to contain himself.
His grip tightens on his shaft. He can feel the familiar tightness building in his balls, warning him of his impending release.
As he approaches his climax, he lets out a long, intense groan, his fingers founding the way on his throbbing cock.
With a deep breath, he allows himself to cum, feeling the warmth spreading through his body.
As his last drops of cum splash against the glass, Toto then opens his eyes, catching his breath, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
He cleans himself before quickly stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist while he hears you knocking again.
He opens the door for you, still undressed, wet hair dripping on his bare chest.
You can't help but look surprised and get a notorious blush, trying to stop your eyes from going all over him.
"I'll be there in a minute, kid," he says, letting you peek at him before closing the door to your face.
Is this man sending you mixed signals, or are you going crazy?!
-
Much to his surprise, you remain on board the yacht doing other chores instead of joining him at Eze Village.
Ava stays in charge of Toto and Mr. Holst as they tour the small village; their first stop is the cigar store.
As they exit the shop after spending a couple of hundred, Toto notices the nearby street where many men wander around, going up or down a broad stone stair to a redwood door.
At 2:00 p.m., that place looks already buzzing, bright daylight still on the streets.
"That strip club is unbelievable," Holst whispers near his ear, noticing Toto's eyes wandering there. "It's pretty hidden and offers lots of privacy. That's why it's so popular amongst the elites, plus the girls in there, woaf." Holst throws a kiss in the air. "We should stop by after lunch, you know, as our dessert." Holst bumps him, and Toto nods, agreeing.
He very much needs it.
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Everyone is back in the yacht at the time set. The night starry sky looks beautiful on board, and the waters are calm, but the crew isn't.
The guests look bored and a bit pissed off of waiting for Wolff and Holst; they are nowhere to be seen.
"Should we go look for them?" you ask, concerned for his wellbeing, you mean, their wellbeing.
"No one else gets off here," the sailing master declares after sending two male crew members after establishing contact with Ava; after four tries, she finally picks up the signal.
"We are on our way back," she updates him on the radio, sounding exasperated and a bit emotional. "Also, send Hob to receive us at the platform, but make it tactful."
Everyone in the crew looks at each other with a "Did something happen?" expression as they are all gathered around the radio in the small lobby of the crew's cabins.
"Walk," Hob tells you as he passes you by. Moving fast, you follow him without questioning much.
As you two reach the platform, you see Arvin and Hob teaming up to carry a totally hammered and passed-out Mr. Holst to get him to his suite.
And Carlo helping out a drunk but still awake Toto to walk him to his room, the Austrian hanging from his shoulder to help his balance.
Carlo signals you with his hand to move your ass to Toto's cabin.
"Pour him a tall glass of water," he asks you as he lowers Toto on his bed. "Stay in here if he needs something else or throws up."
"Puff, I'm fine!" Toto says, making fun of the large man as he tries to remove his shoes but fails completely.
Carlo exits the room and closes the door behind him, leaving you two alone.
"Do you need help with those?" you offer Toto, a bit amused. He looks way less intimidating when drunk.
He shakes his head way too much. Finally, he gets them out with much force, and one bounces around the carpet floor.
Then he attempts to unbutton his shirt. You watch him struggle with that until he gets exasperated, unable to coordinate his hand movements, and wants to sleep now.
"Would you mind?!" he looks pissed off at you as if it was a duty you were supposed to do.
You don't take it wrong and gladly reach out to help him get undressed.
Toto is sitting at the end of the bed. You stand between his slightly open legs, placing yourself between his knee. As you undo his shirt, he looks up at you, looking straight at your eyes, chin up.
Jesus! That smell! Why he smells like whore?
Which turns out to be a good thing; otherwise, you would have to resist the urge to throw yourself at him.
As you unbutton the remaining two lower ones, he says, "I picked the one who looked like you," and you have no idea what he is referring to.
He manages to take his pants off; good thing! You would have lost it! And then Toto drops himself face down on the mattress, quickly falling asleep in his trousers.
You place a pillow under his head and involuntarily comb his hair with your hand.
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He wakes up to the vision of you sleeping all curled up in the armchair you dragged near his bed; a weird feeling washes him over before he rushes to pee.
Once back, he falls asleep again, and no human force will wake him up.
-
After tidying up the room and grabbing Toto's clothes from the floor to the laundry, you leave a hungover kit and a new glass of water on his bedside table before leaving.
Your list of things to do today is nuts.
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That same morning, the Chef sends you to get more flour sacks.
When you open the big, heavy, metallic pantry door, you unexpectedly find Ava crying inside there under the bright light bulb.
"Oh, sorry," you quickly add. Ava immediately turns around and pretends she's looking for something, reading the labels on the cans before her.
You know a crying girl spot when you see it; unfortunately, you have used almost all of them.
"Are you okay?" you ask her, concerned.
"Yes, it's all good. I was looking for this!" Ava answers in her usual tone, picking up a random can.
"The anchovies got you emotional? Got it! I also got emotional in here once for a jar of mayo, and also when choosing which broom to use in the broom closet, and while folding napkins in the linen closet. I get it, girl." You confess to her all the places where you have cried in the yacht due to circumstances.
You make her smile a bit. "No, but seriously, are you okay?!" You ask and try again, sensing she opens up a bit.
Much to your surprise, she starts telling you: "I can't believe he did this to us!" in between cries. "This was supposed to be our gateway trip, not this!"
She sounds hurt. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure about what or who. Still, fuck them for hurting you!" you reassure her, trying to be empathic and supportive while also trying to figure it out.
"He and Wolff spent the entire afternoon inside that fucking strip club! Getting God knows what! I wasn't able to go inside; that stupid no women-allowed policy, you know, fuck them! And that fucking security guy even threw me out of the street, he made me leave, and I had to wait for them FOR HOURS!" now her sadness was starting to become anger.
"God! I looked like an idiot sitting for hours in that cafe at the corner, forced to ask for food or drinks every once in a while until I saw them pass by through the windows, looking like a mess, barely able to walk and holding rolls of euros in their hands! That's when I sent the signal!"
WAIT A MINUTE! Toto went to the strip club?! You feel a sting of pain and jealousy. Oh, that was the smell! You feel pissed off, with no right howsoever.
WAIT. Ava is referring to Mr. Holst?! Fuck!
-
Toto looks very comfy in one of the bulky sofas in the living room. This time, he is enjoying the inside of the yacht, staying away from the sun like a vampire, with his sunglasses on and a stern expression; his head must hurt.
You notice Toto's nasty hickeys on his neck in broad daylight as you approach to check on him, the ones that make your stomach revolve in jealousy as if you had the right to feel mad at him.
"I heard there are good natural remedies for hickeys. Maybe we have the ingredients on board. Would you like me to bring you one, sir?" you can't contain yourself.
He pays attention to your every expression. "Just Toto, remember? When it's just the two of us. And, yes, bring it."
You return with a peppermint oil mini jar on your hands. Toto stays there staring at you without reaching his hand.
What is he expecting?! For you to rub it on his neck?!" Yeah, you're mad.
Finally, he grabs it.
"Let me know if you need something else for other regions," he detects your displeased undertones.
"That's all. I don't need anything else for any other areas. Nothing happened in any other area," Toto hints to you.
"Understood, sir" you willinly ignore him, still giving him shit.
"Kid, are you allowed to go to Holst suite? Tell him if he will face me at the pool table or if he chickens out." Toto stands up and reaches you closer, his chest a centimeter away. Then he pats your head. "Be a nice pet, little one."
You stare, thirsting at his lips. Also, you want to strangle him! Also, he wants to strangle you, but in a different way.
-
As you are about to knock on Mr. Holst's suite's massive entrance door, you hear Ava's muffled, intense moans coming from inside while she groans to him to give her his dick harder.
Yeah... maybe later.
Damn, he must be fucking the "please, forgive me" out of her! Why is Toto not doing the same?!
You laugh at the thought.
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"Mr. Holst isn't available right now," you inform him upon your return.
"Chicken!" Toto says, pouting.
More like "Cheater," you think. That guy has a wife and kids.
-
Toto ends up playing pool with two of the other male guests at the man cave, nicknamed "The Captain's Delight."
The room has rich, dark wood paneling and sleek silver accents. It smells of fine leather and cigars. At the center of the place sits a gorgeous pool table crafted from the finest materials, with an emerald green top and balls made from solid, gleaming ivory.
You call the bartender in and start helping him serve the drinks for Toto, Stellan, and Bram.
Stellan's eyes gleam with confidence and arrogance as he sips his drink and makes a ball hit the pocket with a loud crash.
Toto is a bit of a show-off, always trying to prove himself as the best player.
And Bram isn't much into the game as he can't help but steal glances at you, his eyes lingering on your curves every time he chalks up his cue, acting anything but discreet.
The bidding starts slow, but the stakes grow higher as the game heats up. The men raise their bets, and their voices grow louder and more aggressive as they argue over who made the best shot.
Bram eyes get bloodshot from too much drinking, and his speech gets slurred as the game progresses. Their competitive spirits fueling the intensity of the round.
Bram's eyes continue to go all over you, from your legs to your ass, where he keeps staring for more than you like and at your breasts every time he addresses you.
On any occasion you pass by near him, you hear him throw a dirty innuendo whisper really low, only for you to listen to it, which makes your skin crawl.
When he misses a hit, he gets angry and throws a fit.
As he remains out of the game, he asks you for a refill of his drink. As soon as you are back, he pulls you by the waist to sit you right next to him, forcing his hand behind you, making you feel really uneasy.
Toto notices it and quickly approaches you, sitting right by your side, with no inch of space between you, causing the other man to slide away casually.
Bram returns to the game as they start a new final round; another "all-in" bid is placed.
Stellan takes the price, being the best player of the night, much to the dislike of his peers.
Everyone calls it a night. But you stay in, tidying everything up and helping the bartender clean the bar.
He wishes you a good night, and you turn off the lights and exit the room minutes later. It's almost 3 a.m.
As you leave the man cave into the long, empty hallway that leads to the stairs, you notice from the corners of your eyes that Bram is leaning against the wall there, waiting for you.
You quicken your pace, but Bram follows you, his eyes fixed on you. "Hey, babe," he slurs, his voice growing louder. "You're really something special."
You try to ignore him, but Bram continues, his words getting more and more aggressive. "Come on, babe. Let's get you a drink. I have Tequila Ley in my cabin and have a great idea for a game."
But you are having none of it. You keep moving. The stairs aren't that far away now, but the hallways are empty and dark, making you feel nervous, as Bram is relentless.
As you reach the base of the stairs, he goes for your arm, feeling you are slipping away. He spins you around to face him, pushing you against the railing, which makes a loud sound.
He places his hands on your legs and rubs them up, starting to pull your skirt up as he slides them in while you panic, not knowing how to react.
"I heard a collision sound. All good?" a deep voice booms above you.
Bram looks up to see Toto's imposing figure with an enraged face and stabbing eyes, and he immediately yanks away from you.
You take advantage of the distraction to pull free and hurry away up the stairs to Toto. He watches Bram leave, heading back in the direction you were coming.
"Are you okay?" he asks you.
You nod, looking relieved. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for intervening."
Toto nods. "I noticed him creeping on you all night long; I was waiting for you in case he tried something stupid. I should have stayed in the hallway by the door and avoided you this."
You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. You had previously dealt with similar situations, but this one went too far.
"Why don't we get some fresh air? You look like you could use it." Toto suggests, and both think of the same place to go: the flying bridge.
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"Are you really okay?" Toto asks with concern etched on his face as he notices your eyes lost in the sea.
You are sitting at the edge of the wooden floor, shoulder to shoulder, with your legs hanging in the air and leaning on the railing as you admire the moon's glow reflecting on the waters.
Even with that beautiful landscape, you can't shake the memory of that creepy guy harassing you earlier.
Thank goodness Toto noticed how the man leered at you, making those crude comments under his breath.
God knows what could have happened if he hadn't stopped it before it went too far!
The incident left you with an uneasy feeling in your stomach.
"You know, if you want to explain to me what hap...," Toto starts saying, but his voice trails off as he looks into your eyes and sees the vulnerability.
He knows that he should keep things professional between you, but there is something about you that he can't resist.
He places his hand on top of yours, and the warmth of Toto's hand takes you out of your trance.
He can't help but lean in closer, your heart racing as you see him approach to rest his temple on yours.
You lean into the touch and wrap your arms around his waist, holding him tight, making you feel safe and protected.
Finally, you can't take it anymore and whisper: "I don't know what's happening between us, but I can't resist you anymore." you smile, your cheeks flushed, fresh tears drying. "But I want you, Toto," you confess.
He looks at you in total silence for what feels like an eternity, just looking at your eyes.
Before your lips meet in a tender, soft kiss that sends waves of electricity through your body, before you move your hands around Toto's neck, pulling yourself closer to his body as the kiss deepens.
The kiss grows hungrily, and you keep rubbing yourself against him until he wraps you around his waist and lifts you.
He leads you to his cabin, his footsteps echoing in the quiet space. As he closes the door behind you, a wave of nervous anticipation washes over you.
He looks straight at you, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. You look back at him, your gaze unflinching, and he knows then that you are ready before lowering you into his bed.
You glimpse at the bulge on his pants as he moves to place himself on top of you, parting your legs; you pull him closer once more, his lips finding yours as he undoes the buttons on your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin.
You close your eyes, savoring his gentle touch, feeling his warmth and hardness.
He trails a line of kisses from your collarbone to your stomach, taking his time to explore every inch of you as his hands trace the curves of your body; slowly, he slides your skirt off and tosses it aside.
He leans in and places a soft kiss on your inner thighs, eliciting a gasp from you; he quickly removes his pants, not being able to contain his erection inside them anymore.
You stare at his dick shaft to the side, and it makes you get wetter with arousal.
Your breath hitches as Toto unclasps your bra, revealing your breasts and teasing your nipples with his fingertips until they harden under his touch.
His mind is whirling with desire for the beautiful young woman you are. He returns to his position between your legs and starts rocking his hips in circles, rubbing his erection on you.
You grab his ass and squeeze it, pulling him closer. "Toto..." you whisper, arching towards him. His tongue teases your earlobe, making you shiver.
"Do you really want this?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your answer comes in the form of a moan as you lean into him, your hands finding their way to his chest. "I've wanted this for days."
He then removes his trousers and, in a single move, pulls down your soaked panties before penetrating you slowly, feeling your body tense up at first but then slowly relax into him.
Your breaths become synchronized as you both sway together. Your moans fill the cabin, echoing off the wood-paneled walls as you enjoy his length inside you.
The feeling of being taken so roughly sends waves of ecstasy through your body. Toto runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it.
With each thrust, you can feel yourself falling deeper in love with Toto. For him, you taste sweet and innocent, yet wild and untamed at the same time.
He thrusts balls deep into you, taking you completely. Your bodies clasping together in a rhythm. Sweat dripping down as you desperately fuck each other. Your pussy clamps down around his cock, driving him crazy.
After a while of intense fucking, with a couple of final hits, you feel an orgasm releasing from you as you come all over his dick. He groans into your mouth, his hips bucking and his cock throbbing inside you.
Minutes later, Toto quickly pulls out in a fast move, removes his condom, and lets his cum spill over you.
You gasp in surprise but then moan as the warmth spreads across your sensitive skin.
He leans down and kisses you passionately, your tongues dancing together in the aftermath of intense lovemaking. You look completely satisfied.
"That was amazing," he whispers against your lips. You nestle closer to him, your breathing still ragged.
"No one has made me feel like this before," you murmur, tracing the head of his cock with your fingertips, caressing with your hand all over his chest, then kissing him for a while, tongues dancing, moist lips rubbing.
Then, you both get clean and return to bed, where you are about to spend the rest of the night embracing.
As you are comfortably wrapped naked in his arms while he tenderly runs his fingers on your lower back, Toto tells you: "I have been restraining myself from having you for days.
"Why?" curiosity is filling you.
"Because it seemed inappropriate, plus we couldn't be more different, starting for our ages. I could be your dad!"
"Daddy..." you sigh as you look straight into his eyes, moving your gaze away from his bare chest.
"Stop it," he lets out in a dangerously low voice.
"What? It turns you on? I wouldn't mind another round, daddy," You moan out the last word, being an ass and teasing him. "My shift starts in about 2 hours."
Suddenly, you feel his weight all over you as he, in a fast move, places on top of you, and you laugh. He starts kissing your neck and heading all the way down, biting every inch of your skin.
You release many "daddies" out as he devours your pussy and fucks you hard till the sun comes out. To be continued... < Masterlist | Next chapter >
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“Again?”
“Again.”
Felix’s tummy is tensed and stretched over your lap. His head is nestled between the cushion and the back of the sofa, his legs spread nice and wide, your hand keeping them open as his knees bend and twitch impatiently.
Your fingers are curled on his stomach, teasing and picking the skin around his belly button, casually pushing the tip of your pointer inside everytime Felix whines or wriggles too much and slips from his designed position.
A dribble of sweat runs on his forehead, dripping through the line of his nose and pooling on his philtrum. Felix gasps.
“Feels good like this.”
You hum pleasantly at his confession, even though you already knew how hard, how wet he becomes everytime you play with him like this.
“Good boy,” you nod, flicking your fingers - now you added your middle one as well - inside his navel, pushing a little and earning a sweet moan. Felix lets out a broken whimper and his legs tremble again.
“Stay put, gorgeous” you remind him, thumb digging as you were trying to fuck him in the only hole you cannot breach, feeling his stomach tensing even more under your touch. Your sweet, sweet - the sweetest - boy sobbing at the slightest attention.
“Want me to take you like this?” you ask in a whisper, time freezing just to give you enough space to be yourself with him. As you love. As he loves.
“Uhm” he pleads one more time.
Your free hand finds the trail of thin hair which Felix forgot to shave for the last couple of days. It’s short and prickly under your digits, and you tickle him just the right amount to make him chuckle without actually moving.
“Let it grow” you whisper. Your thumb thrusts once more, and Felix’s teary eyes are as deep as a lagoon.
“You know I cannot” he puffs while his tongue rolls lazily on his white teeth, pink muscle lapping on the plush bottom lip, “have to keep it neat.”
Your hand keeps moving down, massaging and pushing on the lower part of his stomach, where the freckled skin becomes darker and more sensitive.
“Wish you could keep all of your body as natural as your cunt” you breathe while your palm presses a little bit harder where Felix’s bladder is supposed to be.
Felix writhes as a soft spasm makes his pelvis throb deliciously. “Cunt’s yours” he babbles, cheeks flushed and breathing irregular.
And your hand goes further, down down down, cupping where Felix is the most humid and warm, sopping hole dripping over your nails, the tip of your finger finding his heath and pushing just half of a inch in.
“Cunt’s mine” you answer, enamored with the way Felix’s body is always wet and ready for you to take. Clit throbbing and fat under the thick black curls of his mound, uneven lips peaking out and hole leaking.
Your other hand keeps pushing on his lower stomach, and you feel a dribble of arousal gushing out of his entrance, warm liquid that always makes Felix shy and hot, rivulets of pleasure all the way to your wrist.
You push the rest of your finger inside, and Felix’s warm walls envelope you and keep you there, anchored to him.
“Love you,” he sighs while drops of clear sweat form little pearls over his pubic hair. You could eat him up for hours. Felix’s body always tastes divine and prohibited. Sacred and unholy. Always warm, always tight, always wet.
Your thumb circles his clit, pinching the excess of skin in between your thumb and pointer, and Felix sobs beautifully.
“You’re my deity” you murmur as you savor the view of Felix’s godly features becoming restless and heavenly.
“Again?” he asks. Your fingers curl deeper inside of him and squelching noises fill the room.
“Again.”
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~Manhwa AU- A Fairytale Do-Over~
A/N: Holy shit look at this. the first chapter of the manhwa AU! Hope you guys enjoy! I'm gonna look into making a story title card for this series, to be added later! Word Count: 2.5K Pairings: Crewel/Crowley (They hate each other but they are married) Warnings: Mentions of blood Next
Yuu snaps awake, body thrown forward by the force of a scream that had refused to leave her throat finally ringing out into the air. She pants, eyes wide, blurry vision focusing over time as she calmed herself. Her hands traced along her surroundings, the soft covers of a bed, the fur of a stuffed animal…
Her breathing had finally slowed, allowing her to slump back into the overstuffed pillows that normally adorned her bed. She…survived? That was the most terrifying experience of her life. The echos of summer bugs buzzing in the garden, the harsh light of the sun in her eyes, the burning of the stone on her skin that slowly grew wet before she slipped away…
Looking out the window she noted how it was nighttime. A question of how long or how many days she had been out was barely pondered before she noticed her curtains. The color to be more precise. The soft, chiffon pink that ombred into a deeper shade with gold threaded stars scattered closer together near the bottom of the fabric. Lovely drapes, but not the ones in Yuu's room at that moment. She had a set of thick, light-blocking dark teal drapes, as she had her room redone years ago, they matched better.
But, she had owned this set of pink curtains since she was a child.
She blinked, staying down, her eyes started to roam around the room. Taking it all in just how soft and whimsical the design was. The dream room of a little girl on the edge of leaving social infancy and still not allowed to be called a young lady. Not at all the room of her twenty-year-old self.
Looking down, she didn't see her dark-colored long nails with delicate gold designs. Instead, she saw two tiny hands with short and neatly cared-for nails. Her eyes travel upward on her right arm, crisp white ruffles leading into light purple velvet sleeves. She scrambled out of bed, falling onto the plush carpet face first as her legs were tangled in the soft grey duvet. Recovering, Yuu made her way to the full-length tri-fold mirror stationed in the corner of her room. She stood before it, drinking in her appearance.
Small. She looked so small.
A round baby face stared back at her, large black eyes with perfect baby doll lashes. She was wearing a long-sleeved nightgown; cozy and warm, buttery soft and intricate lace almost bursting from every opening, small pearls used as buttons keeping her collar closed.
She looked like a doll, an adorable little doll. Just the way her papa would dress her until she turned 13 and he allowed her to finally have more say in her wardrobe. Yuu slowly lifted her hands (So tiny), one to pat her soft cheeks and the other to run down a braided pigtail of two-toned hair. She breathed out in a shudder, her voice higher than she remembered, before she turned and ran out of her childhood bedroom.
Running down the hallway, Yuu Crowley realized she was eight years old, again, for some reason. But she couldn't complain. It was better than meeting her end by bleeding out at the bottom of the hot summer stairs of the royal garden…her feet were cold now that she thought about it. Looking out the grand windows of the manor as she ran, she realized they were frosted over. Bare trees seen in the distance through the ice in the chilly late hours of the night. She should have put her slippers on; Papa had made her a knitted pair that looked like his snow boots that she loved…
Soon she came to the double doors, or what she remembered, of her parents' room. Yuu reached a small hand to one of the levers and quickly shuffled her way inside.
She doesn't remember entering her parents' room much, never had a need to. She scarcely remembers them even entering her own room, but maybe that could change; maybe she could spend more time with her parents and learn more about them this time. Yuu looked around, noting the room looked different from the most recent memory of the space. She did really like the look of the iridescent curtains covering the door to their large balcony. The sheer fabric casting the room into an almost eerily shifting color tone, making the area calm and dreamlike even in Yuu’s awake state. Catching her breath, Yuu Walked closer to the lavishly dressed bed, staring down at the rare uncovered face of her father.
Dire Crowley, Grand Duke of the Noctorn Empire, arguably one of the most powerful men in the land. And if you asked her papa, without a doubt one of the most frustrating. He snored, mouth hanging open with his star and moon printed button-up pajamas messy from his tossing and turning; a loveable embarrassment…
A gasp calls her eyes to look at the other side of the large bed at her papa. Divus Crowley nee Crewel, Grand Duchess of the Noctorn Empire. He had his hair wrapped up in a fine patterned scarf and a hand clutching his silk robe closed, his eyes wide as he stared at her before huffing.
Divus leaned into his hand, taking care to not smudge the cream spread under his eyes as his lips turned into a scowl, “What are you doing up, puppy? I know it's far past your bedtime…” To any other person, Divus looked as though he was annoyed to be dealing with his child, and he was. But after years of knowing, loving, and being loved by her papa, Yuu was aware he was annoyed that his method of putting her to bed seemingly needed to be worked on again, not that she was bothering them.
“...” Yuu looked at her papa, blinking before taking in a shaky breath and whispering out her question, “Can I sleep in bed with you?”
“...Oh, puppy…” Divus groans, an elegantly sharp nail tapping against his creased brow. His darling daughter was eight now. Close to the double digits and being expected to start behaving in a mature manner, yet still so painfully young. He had somehow managed to train his clingy toddler to sleep in her own bed years ago, a feat that was hard enough as is. But how was he to deny his puppy his comforting embrace when she was still so cute!?
Clasping his hands over his mouth, he breathed in. Raising an eyebrow at his strangely still daughter he asked, “Why do you want to sleep in our bed, puppy? You haven’t asked since you were four…”
Yuu blinks, taking in another quivering breath as it all seemed to be hitting her at once. The years of her friendship with the men she grew to love that meant nothing in the end, the years of cold eyes and harsh off-handed comments. The fall, the crack, the pain, the blood.
“...I died…”
“...” Divus sat up straighter in his bed, eyes gaining a new worried flicker as he stared at his daughter, “What?”
“I-I…I…” she hiccuped, the tears finally welling in her eyes as her hands clenched onto her nightgown. Words were lost as all she could do was take in shuddering gasps and let out pitiful chokes, unable to stop the grief fully settling into her body.
Divus slapped Dire's chest, each hit coming quicker and harder the more distressed Yuu's cries became, “Dire. Dire! Wake UP, you crow BASTARD!”
Dire blinked his eyes open, bewildered as to why he was being forcibly woken in the middle of the night. His remark quickly lost on his tongue as he noticed his crying child right beside him, “Oh, my darling! What's made you cry like this?”
“Stop asking stupid questions and pull her into bed!” Divus slapped Dire’s shoulder, nearly punching the other man in an effort to bully him into doing as he said.
“Ow! I am!”
Yuu started to sob as Dire gently pulled her into the bed, placing her between the two fretting adults. She could feel their arms wrap around her, trying to soothe her tears with soft words and gentle pets. Her father had rung his service bell like a madman, no doubt sending the servants into a panic and scrambling to heed his call. Soon a flustered servant ran into the room, Dire ordering them to bring a midnight snack selection of his daughter’s favorites, anything to ease his child's crying. Yuu didn't get the chance to eat any of the snacks, having slipped into a pitiful slumber locked in her papa's arms.
She had somehow traveled back in time over a decade, long before her death and the betrayals of her closest friends. And as she laid curled between her loving parents, she made the decision to not look this gift in its mouth. For whatever reason, she was given a second chance and Yuu didn’t plan on dying the same way twice. Her old life wasn't worth repeating a second time, she knew her heart couldn't take it again…
The morning wasn't much better. Dire and Divus had canceled all of their meetings, choosing to crowd and dote on their daughter. Yuu had been strangely quiet since she woke up. Even throughout Divus's daily outfit selection, she had remained silent, letting her papa hold up dress after dress to her body without complaint. They had moved to the family lounge of the home to spend time together after breakfast.
The family lounge had always been Yuu’s favorite room past her own bedroom. Dark wooded panels caging in forest-printed wallpaper that was so detailed it almost felt real. Artwork of dogs and crows littering one of the walls as though they were locked in a never-ending war as her fathers keep replacing portraits with their favored animal. Couches framing a large and elaborate bricked fireplace, the fire's flickering warmth in contrast to the bleakly white outside.
Dire and Divus were quiet, each almost afraid to speak to break the silence. It was concerning, the way things had progressed from the early morning hours. Dire looked at his family from his armchair, watching Divus fuss and pick at their child in an attempt to engage her in conversation. Yuu would only give weak answers, seeming content yet still so tired. She would give little sighs and nuzzle into the fur-lined collar of her papa's long-tailed vest whenever Divus pulled her into a hug. His sweet, rambunctious child had never been so reserved and passive. Not even as a baby…
Divus was barely keeping it together, emotional yet holding it in for the sake of his daughter. The fur-clad man moved to busy himself by brushing Yuu's hair into more styles he had been meaning to try. The fact she let him only made his nervous energy stay and slowly fester, “Hmmmm…half-up styles look more elegant for you right now. But you still look positively adorable with pigtails…which do you like best, puppy?”
“...I don't mind what you pick.”
The comb in Divus's hand snaps, the man holding back his growl and stomping away, muttering he was going to gather more hair accessories. He loved his daughter, he truly did. But she was possibly the most argumentative, wiggly child he had ever known and he knew it was from his blood. While any other day he would have been overjoyed at Yuu allowing him to dress her up to his heart’s content, knowing she had a breakdown no more than ten hours ago ruined whatever joy he could gain. A feeling that was only growing as she refused to explain herself.
Dire watched his husband stomp out of the room, standing from his seat and kneeling with a smile at Yuu, “My darling, do you want some cake? Or maybe a new doll? Tell your papas, we will acquire anything your heart desires…”
Yuu was quiet, unable to look at her father. As the seconds passed, she couldn’t stop the hiccup of her breathing as another wave of tears crashed over her.
“Oh, my sweet girl…” Dire quickly gathered her into his arms, patting her back when she clung onto him. He shushed her cries, walking with her as he would have when she was younger to soothe her.
He and Divus share a worried glance across the room as the other man re-entered the lounge. Yuu had had nightmares before, that was simply a staple of childhood. But they were always told to them with a smile in the morning over breakfast. She'd describe them almost with a sense of pride at how hard her little mind had worked to terrify her. But this dream of her dying had truly terrified her. They were quickly reaching past the realm of simple concern and into the fields of trepidation; Crowley worried if it was a dream of foresight. If he needed to prepare for an unseen threat to his child.
A pair of servants announce their presence with a knock from the doorway, both wearing excited smiles. One of them stepped forward, almost giddy as she bowed and presented an ornate silver tray holding a few letters in a neat line, “The mail, my lords!”
Crewel and Crowley lock eyes, both of them smiling. New years had passed and the next major event of the empire was the young prince's birthday party. Malleus was one of the people Yuu adored most; without a doubt, the invite was the item needed to lift their child's mood.
Divus rushed to the servants, snatching the black letter from the tray and holding it up in excitement, “Oh, puppy! Look what's arrived!”
Dire beams, trying to pull Yuu from his shoulder to look at the elegant black and silver lined envelope sealed closed with the enchanted green wax of the royal family, “Darling~! The prince's birthday invite has arrived, now you and your papa can finish your dress! And the present you were so excited to give-”
“No.”
…
The servants looked at each other, the girl holding the tray quickly scurrying back out of the room with the other close behind. Excusing their presence, they closed the doors of the private family room and left the three in their silence.
Divus's hand was shaking, eyes looking toward Dire with a barely contained fury as though he were the one to cause this dramatic change in their child.
Dire nervously averted his eyes, his arms holding Yuu tighter to use as a shield against his husband's anger, “Dearest…what do you mean ‘No’? Do you not want your papa to pick out your dress-”
“I'm not going…I don't wanna see Malleus”
…
Divus felt the letter flutter to the ground from his slack grip, his face ashen at the shock, “...CROWLEY!”
Dire was already across the room, Yuu still in his hold as he fumbled with a telephone, “I'M CALLING! I'M CALLING!” He rang for a doctor, demanding they come to their home at once to give his daughter a check-up.
Their worry had fully bubbled into a hysteria. Yuu Crowley, refusing the invite of the crown prince Malleus, his child had clearly fallen deathly ill…
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