#└─ ⋆⋅roleplay : desired opposite !

[our-lady-of-haymakers]

Watching IFTV and it's really fascinating to see the way Claire's attempts at bullying bounce off Rei's thirst because once you get past the comedy of "Joke's on you, I'm into that shit", there's this persistent and perhaps even radical subersiveness to their whole dynamic, which lies precisely in the sense that it gets to act as a dynamic?

Claire's bullying is often an attempt by her to mobilize the apparatus of noble hegemony upon those she sees as undeserving and inferior, an act of humiliation in which she exposes and "corrects" what she perceives to be an irregularity in the hierarchy and therefore derives purpose by upsetting the position of another, a (dis)placement that draws upon the aspects of the public execution, the symbolic decapitation of a reputation, to re-enact and re-establish aristocratic authority in the theatre of classes and ideas that is the academy.

When Rei responds to this not by defending herself in terms of the dubious categories of essence or ability that have propped up this profoundly unequal society, but by doubling down on the theatricality of the ritual humiliation, by embracing its exhibitionistic aspects and transforming it into a heightened platform for the declaration of her queer identity, she accordingly elevates her queerness by its encounter with a hegemonic power that it refuses to be categorised or stereotyped by, and indeed subsumes the thrust of Claire's inquisitions and degradations into her gleefully transgressive play of performances (doubly relevant given that she knows she's in a game), attaining freedom through stock characters, writing herself and Claire into a complexity not afforded to them by the original text by flipping the script.

While Claire attempts to bring the abstract and lofty ideology of the aristocracy, the hyper-public common sense of inequality that is enshrined in law and culture, into the arena of public interaction, hoping to make an example out of Rei, to make an upsetting reality conform to the script she's been schooled in, Rei moves in the opposite direction, and brings the private into the public, politicising the otherwise concealed, downplayed or ritualised matter of sexuality and attraction into daily life where it cannot be ignored. While Claire strives to strip away what she sees as false pretensions to expose the true essence of people underneath, believing that it shall confirm the differences she's been raised to believe are inherent in the classes, Rei turns these attempts at revelation into a symbolic eternal striptease, revealing always another layer, another exposure that turns back on the one who hungers to strip away, turning their desire into a dependency, a "not yet" that lets Rei set the world to her own timepiece.

As such, Rei integrates at one stroke the fact that she loves women and the fact that Claire loves aristocracy, yoking the two into a similar level of political importance, the genius of which is that it works two ways. On the one hand, it renders Claire's bullying and class violence an act of seeming kinkiness and indulgence rather than the sacred duty of the chosen few, an "Oh my, not here, darling, you're so demanding today!" in which Claire is framed as a dommy queen going to great lengths to maintain the roleplay, an actor who clearly likes her bit in this French-nobility-themed drama a bit too much, hamstringing entirely any authority she might demand outside the context of the bedroom. On the other, by putting forth the perspective that all the ritualism and pomp of aristocracy is just that- rich kids playing dress-up and not at all the solemn proceedings of the gifted elite, Rei also strikes a symbolic blow against the cult of nobility, puncturing the gravitas with which they appoint themselves protagonists in politics, and exposing in her invocation of roles the possibility also that these roles might change, that any day now the next set of domineering and imperious rulers might not be of noble birth at all, and the day after the troupe may put on a different production entirely, forgetting in their fun all this now-outdated talk about empires and princes.

While Claire is of course initially incensed and disturbed by this, given that Rei challenges and erodes the entire purpose of her identity-affirming tactics of bullying and challenging usurpers, making her wonder if she is truly entitled to any grander obedience and special status at all, these ideas of fluidity and performativity might also represent for her a chance at change and escape, a route out of the crumbling palaces of a decaying royalty. If she is not in fact essentially and transcendentally the daughter of a noble house, then she also needs not act like one, and could be anyone she pleases and be with anyone she's pleased by. Rei's queerness therefore represents a challenge and threat to the entire system she is housed and mantled in, but also offers her a path to happiness as a person, a right to joy and love that is freely given to all who live and needs no grounding in nobility- indeed, it is only by the destruction of her mythos and iconography, that terrifying and liberating act of blasphemy, that she can become human and therefore go on to become a freak, the making-by-breaking that is promised by the queer revolution, a transcendent transsexuality, a metamorphosis that makes all reality into the cocoon that it shall soar free of, feeding-as-needing, desire as production and a new genesis.

In short, I Favour the Villainess boldly asserts that loudly loving evil women is a vital step in the revolution, and that's such an important message. "I Can Fix Her" as "I Can Create a World Where She's Just a Travesty and not a Tragedy". Wanting so badly to give a bitch head that you rescue hers from the guillotine. "My favorite Girlfailure was Marie Antoinette". Simply an excellent premise.

#i favor the villainess #watashi no oshi wa akuyaku reijou #i'm in love with the villainess #yuri

[cuffmeinblack]

Silk and Lace

Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow

Tags: explicit | Dominis | maid! Sebastian | roleplay | gagging | anal sex

3.9k words

Summary: Sebastian's teasing plants an idea in Ominis' head for a night of indulgent roleplay; and he isn't one to do things by halves.

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A/n: It's maid Sebastian round two, this time with our lovely Ominis, and he's wearing the dress that altered my brain chemistry. Another smut fic inspired by Krabat. I'm sure it won't be the last.

Ominis ran his fingers over the delicate silk that clung to every crevice of his lithe frame. It had been made for him, quite literally. Finding a dressmaker with the required discretion for such a commission has been challenging. He daren’t use his family connections, begrudgingly though he might have for other favours; those particular craftsmen were bound to his father and not to him. No, this ensemble had required a talented hand from a less reputable source. A man who had clad the elite in sumptuous garments not usually discussed in polite society; one who understood and shared Ominis' particular proclivities.

Sebastian would be pleased.

Ominis had been told that the silk was a pleasing colour that brought out the jewel-like quality of his eyes and contrasted with the iridescence of his fair skin. Whatever that meant. He was simply pleased that the slits that parted the fabric sat high enough as to enable freedom of movement. His fingertips skimmed the seam, almost to his waist. Ludicrously high and infinitely alluring, he was sure. The neckline was a little more demure, though he was assured it gave the garment just the right balance of sophistication and down-right seductiveness. 

The underwear left little to the imagination with its high legs and skimpy straps, but hugged him comfortably. The dressmaker had even been so kind as to suggest accessories; Ominis had opted for silk gloves held up with buckles that sat cold against his biceps, and a pair of French stilettos. The most uncomfortable pair of torture devices he'd yet encountered, but they did a fantastic job of accentuating his calves that dipped under his wandering fingertips. They also gave him extra height. He felt…powerful.

Every inch of him was shaved and oiled, his hair styled in his perfected coiffure. All he needed now was his beloved, who awaited him in their living room. Rife with anticipation, Ominis stood with surprising grace and poise considering the teetering heights he'd now obtained. Heels clicking on the parquet, he made his way through their shared home. He didn't need his wand; this route was one he'd made hundreds of times before. Whilst he knew what awaited him his veins still thrummed with excitement, his pounding heart growing stronger with every click and clack of his approach.

The idea had been born from a throwaway comment from Sebastian, referring to Ominis as the lady of the house. Merely because Ominis was the only one with any sort of domestic intuition—left to Sebastian, no doubt their affairs would be in disarray. He'd prickled and spat back a scathing retort.

“What does that make you, Sebastian? The staff?”

Sebastian had chuckled and let his voice drop into that altogether too silky baritone; the one he used when trying to coax Ominis into bed. 

“If that's what the lady so desires.”

Ominis recalled the moment fondly and the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. The cheek of him. As his fingers clasped the ridged brass doorknob, he hesitated to let his face fall into one of haughty indifference before twisting his hand. No sooner had Ominis pushed the door open and taken a single step inside than Sebastian had answered his entrance with his usual lack of decorum.

“Fucking hell.”

“Language, Sebastian. That is precisely why you hold the role of servant in this house.”

Ominis approached the source of the outburst; the leather sofa that sat opposite the fireplace. He moved slowly, purposely elongating his limbs with every step, holding his chin high and chest proud. He could only imagine what Sebastian’s expression must look like, but the low groan that filtered through the sound of crackling flames told Ominis all he needed to know. He perched on the cushion, letting the silk fall to one side to expose his legs; there was no use in being demure when it was clear what they both desired. Ominis found an unexpected obstacle when rearranging himself; warm, firm and as smooth as his own skin now lay.

“Feet on the furniture?” Ominis tutted.

“I've been waiting a while. It was worth the wait, though.”

Sebastian's calloused hands gripped Ominis' thigh and he swatted it away with a sharp rap on his knuckles. Ominis was nothing if not fastidious when it came to maintaining their roles during play.

“Let me…ah.”

He ran his hand up Sebastian's leg, expecting but never finding the hem of his outfit. Only when he skimmed the unmistakeable bulge of his manhood did he find the frilly lace.

“Well now, this is wildly inappropriate.”

“I’m not here to muck out the fireplace, Ominis.”

“Au contraire,” he purred mockingly. “I expect this room to be thoroughly dusted before we move to the bedroom.”

“I can't tell if you're serious or not, Ominis.”

“Deadly.”

Ominis allowed himself a chuckle as Sebastian groaned and grumbled off his comfortable perch. The perfect opportunity to sample the delights of his exposed figure presented itself as soon as he stood upright, leaving Ominis free to slip his hand beneath the obscenely short skirt.

“My, my,” Ominis hummed as he was met with yet more bare skin, hot to the touch.

“Easy access,” Sebastian commented.

The cotton wasn't as luxurious as Ominis' skirt, fitting with their respective parts. However, the lace trim and flouncy design made Ominis' imagination run wild, with the removable apron tied in a neat bow of particular interest as he fingered the fabric.

“Is the lady of the house pleased?” Sebastian drawled.

“Immensely. Now, do be an obedient little maid and pick up that feather duster. I shan't be kept waiting much longer.”

-

The request was bordering on absurdity, but how could Sebastian say no when asked by Ominis in that dress with that demanding tone? It was enough to make his cock twitch underneath his ruffled skirt. Sebastian picked up the feather duster, his mind occupied with other lewd thoughts about how the implement could be used. How long would Ominis tease him for, he wondered? Granted, they had all night, but he'd hoped that the majority would be spent with their bodies entangled and not removing cobwebs from the cornicing.

Ominis followed him in his towering heels, the already slender and elongated frame made even more so. Sebastian had never appreciated his legs quite as much as the moment Ominis perched against the writing desk. He knew exactly what he was doing, leaning back on his silk-enrobed hands, back slightly arched. He even lifted a leg onto the chair revealing yet more of that delicious ivory skin. So high was that slit that Sebastian could see the galaxy of beauty marks that flecked his hip bone.

Sebastian was salivating.

“Feet on the furniture?” he said, echoing Ominis' earlier complaint.

“Awfully rude of you to comment on such things. Especially when you've yet to finish your cleaning.”

Sebastian hummed in feigned annoyance and returned to dusting, always keeping his eyes on Ominis. He almost cleared the mantle of ornaments he was so distracted, prompting a knowing chuckle from the blond. Sebastian was sure his legs had spread further since he sat on the edge of the mahogany. The glint of a buckle caught Sebastian’s eye and drew his gaze. Sebastian might have forgone undergarments altogether, but Ominis had opted for something more tangible and somehow much more alluring. He caught a peek of black lace underneath that shimmering green dress and felt his manhood swell.

The tedium of dusting whilst Ominis sat so tantalisingly within reach was sheer torture, and entirely the point. By the time Sebastian could get his hands on Ominis, no doubt he would be begging for his touch. In the meantime, Ominis provided a constant stream of criticism meant only to rile him up, whilst following him around the room. 

“I want that bookcase spotless, Sebastian,” Ominis said whilst slipping his hand so far up the inseam of his legs he grazed his balls.

Sebastian groaned and almost fell off his precarious perch, the small wooden stool wobbling as his legs almost gave way. He grumbled indignantly and stepped off of the step, using the sturdy bookcase to steady himself. His head was already dizzy and Ominis had barely touched him.

“It's done. I've dusted the whole damned room.”

Ominis merely hummed in assent and continued fondling his tight balls, his cock now fully erect and throbbing for attention. 

“Have you done the light fixture?”

“Oh come on, Ominis…”

“Your pathetic whinging won't get you anywhere.”

With that scathing remark, Ominis traced the curve of Sebastian's leg to slip a finger between his cheeks. Ominis' digit probed and circled his hole and Sebastian let him, bending forward slightly to allow him access like a bitch in heat, moaning all the while.

“Please, Ominis,” he gasped as a knuckle grazed his right ring.

“Now he says please. You could have had my cock inside you half an hour ago if you'd just asked nicely, Sebastian.”

“You’re a git…ah!”

Ominis' finger delved further inside Sebastian, gently stroking in rhythm to the gentle caress of his thigh. Sebastian slumped against the bookcase, dislodging Ominis’ careful arrangement of the myriad texts. Somewhere behind him, amongst his heavy breathing and low moans he heard the blond tutting as a hardback fell to the floor.

“Can’t get the staff these days,” Ominis chuckled, pressing himself into Sebastian’s back.

Now he could feel what Ominis wouldn’t divulge with words; that he was just as aroused as Sebastian himself. Beneath the thin layers of silk and lace, his stiffness strained against the pretty lingerie and pressed hard into Sebastian’s behind. 

“I’ll enjoy peeling this off of you.”

Ominis’ sultry voice slithered down Sebastian’s ear to ignite a burning desire in his chest, his stomach, his groin. His entire body seemed to tingle and ache whilst Ominis continued his probing, teasing increasingly broken whines from his mouth. The time for shame had passed, and Sebastian let his desperation spill forth. Only vaguely aware of what Ominis’ other hand was doing, he felt a change in pressure around his waist, sometime after Ominis had inserted a second finger.

The sounds that clawed their way out of his throat were borderline obscene, and he felt for their neighbours. A jumbled series of expletives amongst his pathetic keening were all he could manage as Ominis began stretching him and his lips finally met his neck. Those soft, perfect lips that Sebastian dreamed about so often. Ominis’ mouth might have been Sebastian’s favourite part of him; capable of such witticisms, yet such obscenities. Not only was he adept with language, but he certainly knew how to put that silver tongue to use in other ways.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom, shall we?” Ominis suggested, a whisper against his ear.

Oh thank Merlin.

Sebastian was about ready to start grovelling. He groaned as Ominis removed his fingers and left his neck with a gentle nip at the skin. The click of heels indicated Ominis’ departure, and he knew he was meant to follow obediently. That he did, mesmerised by his lover’s movements; every inch of him dripping in elegance. So transfixed he was on the shapeliness of his tight little waist, Sebastian almost missed the fact that he had his apron balled up in his fist. His blood raged to think of what plans he had for the ridiculous cotton accessory—Ominis always had a motive, in every little thing he did. The removal had been carefully considered.

Case in point, their bedroom had been prepared beforehand. Whilst Sebastian had been busying himself lounging on the sofa, Ominis had set the scene for their night of passion. Far from the harsh light of the living room, that which greeted Sebastian as he stepped into the bedroom was soothing. The amber glow of the candles warmed Ominis’ skin, the silk that hugged his musculature to perfection now shimmered in the gently flickering light. Dare he say, the man standing before him looked ethereal in his beauty.

“Are you staring, Sebastian?”

The silence had obviously been a giveaway, and Sebastian chuckled quietly before pouncing. Fuck the roles and their little game; Sebastian had waited hours. He pressed his lips against Ominis’ before the blond could object, hands grasping greedily at those exposed hips and skimpy lingerie. Oh, how he’d like to rip that particular garment off with his teeth. Ominis appeared to allow the advance, a breathy sigh slithering into Sebastian’s open mouth. Soon their tongues entangled, a sweet relief to be caressed by those soft, moistened lips. He slid his hands over every inch of Ominis’ delectable body in reach, and once he’d explored it all, he dropped to his knees as if in worship.

“Tsk, so eager,” Ominis teased. 

His dishevelled hair and flushed skin almost broke the illusion of his cool façade, until Ominis regained his composure in a flash. 

“Don’t pretend you weren’t enjoying yourself,” Sebastian replied.

Ominis’ retort never came, instead he perched on the edge of their quilted bed and beckoned Sebastian over. Before Sebastian could clamber over him and claim his prize, his chest was impaled by a sharp patent leather heel. The shoe dug into his flesh, almost bruising his ribcage in the process. Lucky, then, that he was so distracted with the seductive look on Ominis’ face, and the view this particular obstacle afforded him. With his leg raised, Sebastian saw everything underneath that elegant dress of his. Milky white skin travelled from foot to thigh, seemingly forever, until it reached the crease of his hip. There, Sebastian just about lost his mind.

The flash of lace had been a prelude to this…this work of art. The lingerie disappeared between his cheeks; truth be told, there was barely anything of it. The lace was decadent, finished in gold and he was sure (unless he was actually quite mad) that it depicted entwined snakes. How fitting, Sebastian mused. Of course, his focus wasn’t really on the details of the underwear, more how Ominis’ impressive cock looked squeezed into it. Perhaps he’d been contained at one point, but now fully erect, his length spilled from the top to reveal his plump, pink head.

“Gods, you look magnificent,” Sebastian sighed.

Ominis dug his heel in further, drawing another pained groan from Sebastian’s mouth, and he once again dropped to the floor in submission.

“Tell me again,” Ominis prompted.

“You…look…magnificent…”

Sebastian punctuated each word with a kiss to Ominis’ silky smooth leg, tracing the contour of his shin to his knee and inner thigh. There he hesitated only slightly, asking silent permission. Ominis gave it in the form of parting his legs and Sebastian felt his cock harden even more, if that were even possible. He trailed his lips to that crevice he enjoyed; to the sensitive skin just next to Ominis’ hard length, he bestowed a gentle kiss. Slowly he pushed the jade silk away to really get a view of him in all his glory, saliva pooling in his mouth as he pressed his lips firmly to the lace-clad shaft.

“Let me suck your cock, Ominis. Please.”

Ominis smirked ever so slightly at the plea then laced his fingers through Sebastian’s fluffy brunet mane.

“How could I resist such an enticing offer?”

A little pressure from the base of his skull guided Sebastian back to Ominis’ lap as the blond leaned back on the bed, head flung back in anticipation. Sebastian merely groaned and rolled his hips against thin air before getting to work. He licked a firm stripe up the length of that delicious cock, the lace rough against his tongue. With a dexterity that surprised him given his lustful intoxication, he clamped his teeth around the delicate band holding the whole ensemble up and tugged. It didn’t take much for the lingerie to fall away with the aid of Ominis’ rising hips. His lover chuckled, turning swiftly into a soft moan the second Sebastian enveloped his cock in his mouth’s warmth.

Pulse racing and head swimming, he revelled in the taste of him, merely licking and kissing the swollen tip for a long while. When he sensed Ominis’ impatience, he moved on, taking him deeper, deeper, deeper. Sebastian stroked himself as his tongue swirled around Ominis’ cock with each bob of his head, salacious moans filling the room amongst heavy breaths. The cacophony was exhilarating, but not loud enough to completely mask the rhythmic rustle of fabric or wet squelching of his slickened palm.

“I can hear you, Sebastian. If you want to come all that badly I’ll be the one to do it.”

Sebastian hummed a reply that no, he wasn’t ready quite yet. Wrapping his hand now glistening with his own arousal around Ominis’ shaft he began to suck him off in earnest. He moved his hand in time to his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to draw increasingly ragged moans from Ominis’ lips as the pressure built. Deeper he took him, until he felt the tight ring of muscle in his throat protest. Ominis appeared nonplussed by Sebastian's struggle, his thin fingers forcing his head to steady with a searing pain to his scalp.

“S-Sebastian…”

His composure finally broken, Ominis cried Sebastian's name as if the heavens themselves could hear him. When he finally relinquished his grip, Sebastian spluttered and gasped for breath, eyes glazed with unshed tears. If he hadn't been before, he was certainly desperate to be ravaged now.

“On the bed,” his demand came whilst Sebastian was still coughing.

Ominis' dexterous fingers made short work of Sebastian's ensemble whilst he busied himself with the delicate buttons around the blond’s neckline. When the dress finally fell away and they knelt facing each other naked, Sebastian thought that perhaps there was a God. No matter how many times he laid eyes on Ominis' form, he never failed to be rendered speechless. Even so, Ominis had a well thought out plan for that apron he'd stolen. Sebastian watched as he folded the fabric around itself, holding out the cotton ties with a deadpan expression.

“Be a good boy and put this in your mouth.”

“You want to gag me? After all your moaning and begging whilst I sucked you off?” Sebastian scoffed.

Ominis’ face pinched into a frown.

“Certainly. You make a poor servant so far, Sebastian. Do make it up to me, won't you?”

Sebastian grinned like a young lad in a sweet shop but kept up the pretense of indignation, huffing for Ominis’ benefit. He took the apron and bit down on the cotton, the uncomfortable sensation of cloth against his teeth not enough to rid him of the mounting excitement that went straight to his neglected cock. He tied it as Ominis' hands covered his own, pulling the ties just that little bit tighter until he was satisfied. Saliva pooled on the fabric. Sebastian waited.

“On your knees for me tonight, my love.”

Sebastian didn't need telling twice; he scrambled on the bed to position himself, gently squeezing his cock as he waited for Ominis. The blond's fingers found his half-prepped hole easily enough, this time sliding in his digits with extra lubrication that warmed and tingled pleasantly.

“Come on, hurry up,” Sebastian had tried to say, only producing a glob of spit and garbled protest.

Ominis laughed and took his sweet time, curling his fingers to make Sebastian whine against his gag. When finally Ominis was satisfied, Sebastian breathed a sigh of anticipatory relief and pressed his face into the bed sheets. Ominis finally lined his cock up with his entrance and pushed firmly and decisively, and Sebastian swore that the moment was the best of his life. As if he'd been waiting years to be filled so satisfyingly, every nerve ending seemed set ablaze. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles whitened as he felt the press of Ominis' balls against his cheeks. A hard smack to his behind nearly sent him over the edge of his sanity.

“More, please…fuck, you feel so good,” Sebastian once again tried to say.

There was little point to his begging but he did it anyway; he had a suspicion Ominis liked it so. He groaned louder still once Ominis started to roll his hips, his own gasping sighs adding to Sebastian's pleasure. He did so love to hear Ominis in the throes of passion; his usually composed demeanour crumbling with every touch, every thrust. The sultry voice behind him filled the room as Sebastian reeled with pleasure, only vaguely aware of the words spoken 

“I have to say…I miss you moaning my name…but at least I don't have to…endure the utter filth that pours out of your mouth.”

Sebastian’s muffled reply was muted by a hard thrust and increase in tempo that made fresh tears well in his eyes. He was approaching the point of being unable to speak, unable to move, merely able to whine whilst Ominis pounded him into the bed. That sweet spot inside him was endlessly caressed with every stroke until he was only a mess of limbs, a toy for Ominis' pleasure. Sebastian was close to his climax, the constant stimulation altogether too much to bear any longer; he needed an outlet for the agonisingly sweet tension pooled inside him.

“Close already?” Ominis breathed against his neck.

Wandering hands travelled over Sebastian's burning skin, arriving at his weeping cock. Ominis held him, unmoving, only the pummelling from behind providing any sort of friction into that palm. Sebastian whined again, head fuzzy and desperation growing. The cotton in his mouth was saturated with drool and tears alike by this point. An utter mess of Ominis' making.

“Please…,” he begged once again, the tone more than indicative of what he desired.

“Such a little slut, Sebastian…”

That had done it. Sebastian cried out as he reached his peak and orgasm exploded. Ripping through his body like wildfire, his limbs convulsed under the sheer pleasure, only vaguely aware that Ominis was still fucking him senseless through it all. He'd collapsed onto the bed with his sensitive cock trapped beneath him, now leaking all over their very expensive quilt. Merlin knows how many bodily fluids this bed has already seen. 

Sebastian finally fell limp after a while, breathless and whimpering as Ominis stayed buried deep inside him. The blond was still rock hard, thin fingers grabbing handfuls of freckled flesh and soft lips sending shivers down Sebastian's spine. Ominis might have been muttering praises in his ear, or maybe he was merely imagining it in the post-orgasm haze. He certainly felt his lover's weight on top of him, and the warm embrace that made him smile against his fabric binding.

Once Sebastian's breath had steadied, he felt Ominis shift and prompt him to turn. The release of pressure from his hole made him groan, Ominis’ heavy cock falling against his hip as he twisted on the bed. Finally, Sebastian could see the product of their lovemaking. He adored Ominis' flushed skin and the strands of hair falling over his opalescent eyes. He was simply the most beautiful thing he had ever and would ever lay eyes upon.

Ominis smiled softly with a hint of seduction. Oh, he was far from done. When the blond's hands travelled to his face to finger the apron's tie, Sebastian grabbed Ominis' wrist to stop him. He wasn't finished quite yet, either.

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #sebinis #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt

[wellen-katze]

Hi! Sorry if you've already said and I've missed it, but do you do commissions? And if so, do you draw only game's characters or people's Tavs/Surges too?

And unrelated, what inspired your Durge character? She's a great blend of cute and mental!

I love your style and storytelling so much, it's so unique and real!

Hi there! I do any kind of Commission, so always feel free to DM me and we can discuss everything! Thank you very much for your kind words, I'm glad you've been enjoying it! I think the monkDurge character came about because I wanted to try out a new class, which happened to be a monk. Surprisingly, I found myself enjoying the roleplay aspect immensely. I'm a big fan of contrasts; they help to emphasize opposites even better. For example, if something is inherently 'evil,' I like to portray it as cute and 'good,' blurring the lines between the two, but also make the characteristics stand out a lot more. While both monks and paladins represent goodness, I perceive monks as wiser characters, despite their shared desire to always know better, haha. I thought it could be interesting to create a character who strives to distance themselves from dark thoughts - particularly those associated with weapons designed to kill. Instead, their weapons are their own hands, which can lead to very different outcomes depending on the situation. So yea, Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed the roleplay experience and thought, 'I want to draw about a monk!' Thank you again!

[jun2u]

           𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ² - 𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠.

pairing:  nonidol!kwon soonyoung x afab f. reader.

genre: smut

summary: trying to fulfill your boyfriend's "strangers at a bar" fantasy goes unexpectedly when the two of you realize that you have less self control with each other than you'd thought.

wc: 3,546

warning: boyfriend au, switch!soonyoung switch!reader, making out, grinding, vag. penetration, oral (f. receiving), profanity, power play, degradation kink, a sliiight humiliation & begging kink, semi ?? public sex ( in public but isolated ) unprotected sex ( wrap up PLS ), use of "good girl" and "slut" MINORS DNI !! pls read my guidelines <33

authors note : i'm finally back !!! and as a thanks here's a nasty little hoshi smut bc it's what he deserves <33 also not proofread yet so early readers have fun LOL ! aaand if you’d like to be added to my taglist u can click here, and if u have requests u can submit them here or send an ask ! ofc likes and reblogs ( especially comments ) make my day so pls interact if u enjoy !! :)

“ okay , god , i know , i remember ! ” you cut him off before he can finish , but not without giggles interrupting you between all your words. this date was supposed to be romantic and sexy , but truthfully , it wouldn’t be you and soonyoung if it didn’t make you laugh in some capacity. “ this whole thing makes us sound like such losers , i don’t want anyone to hear us ! now go to your post, sexy stranger. ” the sarcasm in your voice even makes him giggle as you playfully shove him in the opposite direction, as he sends back an adorable wave goodbye.

“ okay , god , i know , i remember ! ” you cut him off before he can finish , but not without giggles interrupting you between all your words. this date was supposed to be romantic and sexy , but truthfully , it wouldn’t be you and soonyoung if it didn’t make you laugh in some capacity. “ this whole thing makes us sound like such losers , i don’t want anyone to hear us ! now go to your post, sexy stranger. ” the sarcasm in your voice even makes him giggle as you playfully shove him in the opposite direction, as he sends back an adorable wave goodbye.

“ okay , god , i know , i remember ! ” you cut him off before he can finish , but not without giggles interrupting you between all your words. this date was supposed to be romantic and sexy , but truthfully , it wouldn’t be you and soonyoung if it didn’t make you laugh in some capacity. “ this whole thing makes us sound like such losers , i don’t want anyone to hear us ! now go to your post, sexy stranger. ” the sarcasm in your voice even makes him giggle as you playfully shove him in the opposite direction, as he sends back an adorable wave goodbye.

before long , you’ve found a seat at the bar , busying yourself by swirling the liquid in your new drink around in the glass. with nothing but time to wander around your thoughts , you start to wonder - how had he convinced you to go through with this , anyways ? oh , that’s right - on his birthday , he’d mentioned that he always had the fantasy of doing a “strangers” roleplay with you , and was begging for you to help him fulfill his wish. at first , you’d been hesitant , slightly worried about the implications his fantasy had about his relationship. however , after plenty of clumsy reassurance on his part ( saying “ i wouldn’t want to flirt with any other stranger but you ” ) , you decided it could be some harmless fun and promised him you’d give it a shot.

but the catch ? you only agreed if he could go an entire week without sex. it was �� a very difficult promise to make , one you were near certain he wouldn’t be able to keep. but somehow , it seemed his desire to fulfill his fantasy for the very first time overcame his often shameless desires to have you whenever he could. by tonight , you can tell he’s nearly at the end of his willpower , as his hands have been wandering the entire car ride to the bar. the bar that had , in fact , been the very first place you’d met. mutual friends had spotted each other at the bar and it wasn’t long before the two of you had gotten to talking absentmindedly. 

by the amount of stuttering and hair scratching he’d done during your first encounters, you would’ve never suspected his big personality was anywhere in his nature. but , much to your amusement , you would learn much later that he was so struck by your beauty that any charisma he typically held was thrown out the window. but in a way , tonight would make up for that , because you were going to roleplay a new first meeting.

“ excuse me - are you here alone ? ” you turn in shock as a male sits in the bar stool beside you , his body leaning slightly into you. you didn’t expect his very rehearsed entrance to catch you by surprise - but maybe that meant you were just that good at staying in character. 

“ i - ahem , yes , i am. ” your voice starts off a little awkward , as it’s a bit new to you at first , but once you get into it a bit more , you find it easier to loosen up. “ but why do you care ? trying to kidnap me or something ? ” you can’t help the slight tease as you raise your eyebrow , crossing your legs over each other. as the fabric of your clothes slowly rises to expose a little more skin , it seems you’ve got him a little distracted as he looks down , swallowing deeply before proceeding.

“ no , i would never. i’m asking because … i’d like to buy you a drink ? ” you can see his confidence falter , but just for a moment , because when he finally removes his eyes from your body his calm disposition returns. 

“ mm , that’s cute. too bad i’ve already bought myself one though , huh ? ” with a smirk , you turn your body on the stool , so that you’re leaning into him. okay … so you’re not following the script. you promised him you’d let him take the lead , and you’d meant it. but … you’d also forgot how cute he was like this - thrown off his game , flustered , and at your mercy. “ so , if you want me bad enough , you’re going to need to do better than that. ”

“ y / n. ” you’re shocked when he says your name out loud , but beyond that , how serious he sounds , his voice , deeper and huskier than it was just moments prior.

“ y / n ? i don’t know how you know my name , considering we’re supposed to be strangers , but - ”

“ no , look - y / n. i can’t do this. ” he sounds extremely serious this time , so much so that your alter ego falters altogether. instead , your expression is replaced with genuine concern , instinctively grabbing his hand. “ wait - baby , did i do something wrong ? i’m sorry - if you’re not into it after all we can stop , you know ? i didn’t mean - ” 

“ oh , my baby , no , no. you’re doing perfect. ” he sends an apologetic smile , feeling bad for making you worry so much , squeezing your hand below his own. “ it’s just that , um … ” he seems pained to say what’s coming next , but with a sheepish smile , he looks into your eyes.

“ i can’t hold back anymore. baby , can we please get out of here ? ” 

the moment he finishes speaking you realize what he means , and you throw your head back to let out a full cackle , causing some other patrons to start eyeing you. soonyoung’s quick to try and hush you , already slightly flustered from his own confession.

“ soonyoung , you’re kidding. we just started ! what happened to your whole elaborate plan ? ”

“ i know , i know ! but … god , i really didn’t think you were gonna make it this hard. what happened to letting me take the lead ? you know i can’t help myself when you’re like this, ” he’s almost whining , and it’s so cute you can’t help but loop your arms around his neck. it doesn’t take much before he leans in to kiss you , but you lean back slightly before your lips can actually connect.

“ what if i want to make it hard for you , though ? do you think you’re able to keep up ? ” drawing your bodies closer , you whisper in his ear , and you can see goosebumps already beginning to form across his soft skin. “ or do we really need to get out of here and let you lose control ? ”

…

“ god , can’t traffic go any faster ? ” hoshi’s impatient hand anxiously taps on the wheel , nearly letting his impulses get the best of him as his hands hover over the car horn. chuckling , you lean across the car to rub his shoulder , looking at his impatience with amusement.

“ you know , i’m not going anywhere. ”

“ huh ? ”

“ i said , i’m not going anywhere. soonyoung , you keep looking over at me every two seconds , shouldn’t you be focusing on the road ? it’s like you think i’m gonna disappear or something. ”

“ i’m sorry my love , it’s just - i doubt i can be any more patient. it’s already been a week , and after that stunt you’ve just pulled i need to get us home now. ” truthfully , the determination in his voice has you clenching you legs , overcome with a certain temptation to do what would otherwise be unthinkable.

“ pull over. ” before you even realize what you’re saying , you gesture to the side of the road , where a closed store’s parking lot is practically calling your name. and you’re expecting him to question you , but surprisingly , he follows your orders so obediently , swerving into a parking spot without hesitation. you’re expecting to take charge , but are surprised when soonyoung reaches over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. however , he doesn’t pull away , busying himself with a few light kisses down your jaw as a teaser of what’s to come. 

“ after you , angel, ” gesturing to the backseat , you nod in agreement , and it’s mere seconds before you two are both in the back , soonyoung’s strong figure hovering over you. he was doing so well with taking his time , but it seems like the second he’s allowed he’s rushing to explore every crevice of your body. his hands instantly make their way to the hem of your dress , sneaking their way under until he finds your ass , giving it a light squeeze. already full of anticipation , you’re rushing to take your dress off , but before you can , you feel your hands pinned above you.

“ leave it on , i want to fuck you with the same dress that landed you here. ” the low growl he speaks with has you falling deeper into your desires , unable to even help the small whimper that escapes you. his soft fingers trail towards your inner thigh , and soon you feel his fingers move up. you can tell he’s a bit confused as his hands start searching around , and when they land on the bare skin of your center , you both let out gasps.

“ y / n - did you … ”

“ mmm - ‘didn’t wear any. ” you manage to send a mischievous , heated gaze , but the gentle sensation of him under you has you panting with desire. you can tell by his slightly parted lips he wasn’t expecting it , but he’s quick to recover. starting at your lips , he slowly trails down , kissing every inch of you as if to show his gratitude.

“ such a slut for me , huh ? riling me up like that back there , trying to get me bothered. and you still can’t help being so needy for me after all that ? ” ah , yes - this is what you wanted. both you and soonyoung had moments where you’d relinquish your control completely. while you’d started the night thinking it’d be you in control , it became obvious soonyoung wasn’t willing to give up his spot anytime soon. a week of pent up sexual frustrations and teasng had made him feral , and it was incredibly obvious the times his lips connect to your entrance.

“ fuck ! oh my god , that’s - god , where did you learn that ? ” he obviously has no intention on going easy on you , by the way he immediately dives into you fully without warning. his wet tongue slides so easily into you that it feels like a perfect fit , and his hands continue to make themselves busy as they spread your legs out farther than you thought possible. the cool air suddenly exposed to you makes you gasp , but it’s also a foreign situation that excites you for what’s to come. 

“ what a good girl you are for me. just got down here and your pussy’s already a soaked mess for me , huh ? ” it’s pitiful how fast you lean into submission with him , desperately nodding in agreement to the sound of his words. “ what a little desperate thing you are for me. and because you were so desperate and didn’t wear anything underneath , you’ve made such a dirty mess in our car. ” you’re absolved of any guilt - in fact , you’re egged on the more he seems to scold you for your behavior. after all , you knew he didn’t mean it - he had volunteered to clean countless times if you agreed to a quick car session. and  when it came to the two of you , nothing brought you closer than doing things that felt a little wrong , a little dirty , a little scandalous.

“ b … ” following the letter , you can hear him below devouring you , a chorus of wet noises emerging from below you as he messily takes all of you in. it seems he’s flicking his tongue like a paintbrush , intentional and ensuring no part of you went unloved. and just like always , he finds your clit with such ease as if it was what he was born to do. soonyoung was never the type to unnecessarily take his time - he could be a tease , but often his need for you made him give up before he he had a real chance. “ a … b … y. ”

it’s when he stops spelling that you realize what he’s spelled , and when he comes up for air , you swear you could orgasm right there. his hair , already damp from sweat , is tossed messily to the side , much different than his natly trimmed style just minutes before. his ironed dress shirt is now nearly fully unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulder. and his lips , wet from the moisture pooling from your legs , are swiped over by his tongue as he looks up to you , panting.

“ all i did was spell your name with my tongue , my love. and you’re already a whimpering mess ? god , don’t tell me you can’t keep up ? ” his teasing rings in your ear as he repeats your words from earlier that night. and now , everything’s so different , now you’re the one under his spell , dizzy and wanting nothing more than him.

“ jesus , soonyoung - cut the bullshit. i need you in me right now. ” sure , you could’ve said it more eloquently , but you’re in no mood for theatrics right now. and it seems he isn’t either , because he doesn’t argue in the slightest when he gently moves you a little to the side. now that he’s sat up , you can see all of him , and he’s such a disheveled mess that you want to take him right then and there. his boner looks nearly painful , pressing up against the fabric of his dress pants as if it would break through at any minute.

“ tell me if you need me to stop or slow down , okay ? ” he asks , and though you nod , the truth is your mind is focused on his slender fingertips removing his pants painfully slow. you find his care so sweet , and it’s almost impresses you how fast he can shift from a caring boyfriend to the most feral sex conniseur you know. but you also know what his words mean - unless you tell him otherwise , he has no intention taking it easy on you.

you feel his cock just graze at your entrance , but it’s enough to make a high-pitched moan leave you , body instinctively bringing itself closer to him. the two of you had been teasing each other so much over the past week that even the slighest touch has the both of you overcome with pleasure. you thought it couldn’t get better , but when he lets himself slip further into you , it nearly feels like you lose yourself in the strong emotion that fills you.

“ j-jesus … god y / n , you always wrap so nicely around me , don’t you ? ” you can hear him shudder the second he enters you , having to lower himself to be mere inches from your face as he tries to brace himself. it’s only natural the two of you lean in to join lips , connected in a heated kiss. his tongue dances alongside yours so passionately , unashamed of the filthy noises you create together. with free hands , you tangle your fingers within his locks of hair , and the low moan he send through to your body is enough encouragement to keep going.

he eventually puls back , and the disconnect causes a popping noise to be made between the two of your damp lips. “ you fit so nicely that it’s almost like you were made to fuck me , isn’t it , y / n ? you couldn’t live without fucking this dick , could you , baby ? ” soonyoung could get such a dirty mouth when he was horny , especially when he was deprived for as long as he had been. dirty talk was inevitable whenever you two got together , and it only got more lewd as the night progressed. but you loved it , feeling so desperate for him , completely absorbed in doing whatever would bring you two the most pleasure.

“ i couldn’t - ahh , too good - i can’t , i need it. ” you’re begging him , and by the time you speak , he’s started to lightly pump inside of you. you can feel your walls clenching around him , even your body unable to let him go for even a moment. and apparently , your unfiltered words only work to make him even needier for you. as if on cue , his grip on your hips tightens as he brings you closer and deeper into him with each thrust. 

“ that’s right , take everything you’re given like a good girl. so pretty like this , all spread out and willing to get fucked for everyone to see ? but i bet you’d like that , huh ? ” even though the logical part of you knows there was no one else in the parking lot with you two , the sound of such a risky possibility has you somehow grow even more wet , and you arch your back desperately to get closer to him. you’re unsure how much of this you can take , as you feel moments away from spilling all of yourself onto him.

“ why don’t … you … ” his mouth gets distracted , and in the middle of talking he lightly nibbles your shoulder , causing you to jump in a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent electricity down your spine. “ … tell me what i want to hear ? tell me how much you need me. ”

“ god , i swear , i want nothing as badly as i want you. not anything else , not anyone else , just fill me up with all of you , please ? you’re so good to me. ” you’re not even embarrased with how whiny you sound , grinding against even the lightest of his touches. it was no secret soonyoung had a bit of a praise kink , and though you hadnn’t expected it , he’d always managed to bring out such an unapologetically despreate side of you that got you off as fast as it did him. by now , he’s quickened the pace , moving with such purpose the you could feel the car lightly shaking. 

despite the cramped conditions of having sex in a car , something about it felt so natural and passionate that it almost turned you on even more. your legs are shaking under you , unable to control themselves as they wrap around your partner’s waist. soonyoung is anything but silent , a string of curses and some incomprehensible mutters spoken into your neck as he somehow got deeper and deeper in you.

“ baby , i can’t do it much longer , i’m gonna cum - please , can i ? ” you’re not used to asking for permission , but right now you want nothing more than to satisfy him. he seems to be in the same boat of you , however , his arms practically shaking with each movement.

he can’t even talk , so all he does is nod in agreement. before you can even anticipate it , he raises your leg up , slightly turning your body so that he can hit your aching pussy as far as possible. it’s exactly what you need and he knows it , as amidst his awe-struck face you can spot a hint of a satisfied grin as you gasp at the unexpected sensation. your loud moans are exactly what he needs to get sent to the edge , and before long , he sings your name out to the sky as he releases his sperm into you. the warm feeling spilling into you makes you follow not far behind , both of your bodies holding onto each other for stability as your bodies dance to the beat of your shared orgasms.

there’s not much room , but immediately after finishing , soonyoung struggles to remove himself from you , flopping lazily to your side as he gives you an immediate kiss for a job well done.

“ fuck , soonyoung. what’s gotten into you ? ” your voice can only come off a groggy whisper , but you giggle as you push away the strands of hair that had stuck to your face. “ that was one of the most incredible experiences i’ve had with you , i swear. ”

“ and you said i couldn’t keep up ? think again. ” winking, he nudges you playfully, but once you finish laughing , it seems all the two of you can do is catch your breath as you both stare up at the ceiling , still lost in the memory you shared just moments before.

“ aren’t you glad i asked you to pull over now ? ” you asked him , raising your eyebrow after a few minutes of silence.  shame we didn’t make it to the house , though. ”

“ oh , baby , did you think we were finished ? ” his words cause you to snap your head back into him in shock , your silence encouraging him to elaborate. but why do you already feel yourself getting excited all over again ?

“ you might want to rest up on the drive back , baby. i’m making up for all seven days i was without devouring you. did you think you’d get let off so easily ? ”

[ part two ??? 👀 ]

#hoshi smut #seventeen smut #soonyoung smut #hoshi fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen fanfic #soonyoung fanfic #svt fanfic #svt au #svt imagines #hoshi imagines #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung scenarios #kwon soonyoung #krafted by kiara. <3

[kaltacore]

i know many people are afraid of being rude and roleplaying as someone besides people pleaser (which is not not-understandable tho. especially for the first time players) but i think bg3 is the game that tries to motivate you not to be agreeable and obedient all the time. usually in rpg games with approval systems there are one or two characters who will approve of you being an asshole mostly for the sake of it but that's it. also actively challenging character's beliefs in most cases will just gain you a whole lot of disapproval and no actual change. meanwhile in bg3 there are many characters who will approve of you losing it in some situations and disapprove if you act too gullible and let everyone use you.

also following someone else's orders and desires every time won't get you far. if you'll blindly support your companions' initial goals (and they're very insistent and defensive about it and questioning their ideas may also naturally result in disapproval) it won't automatically get you their best ending and in the most cases it is literally the opposite. shadowheart wants to become dark justiciar real bad but if you support her on that path she'll be claimed by the evil goddess she unconsciously resisted her whole life. astarion wants to get ascended but helping him do it won't drive away his fears and just will lock him in the same cycle his master was trapped in. lae'zel worships vlaakith and is really hesitant to give up her faith and everything she was taught no matter what she's witnessed and not challenging her beliefs will make her just another sacrifice for a tyrant. if you play durge and decide to accept their father (which is also actively encouraged by durge's sidekick and, well, the other present option is an inevitable death) they'll forever lose their freedom and will become their father's dreadful instrument with no will of its own. if you decide to give gortash the netherstones as a goody two shoes you are when he asks he'll fuck you over on principle. this game lacks a truly unique completely evil run for sure. but it does reward your character for questioning other people and standing up for themself and does punish them for being too lenient when they shouldn't be

#also this gave an idea for a totally disastrous goody two shoes playthrough which would be. absolutely disastrous and FUN because of it #the road to hell is paved with hood intentions or so they say #anyway. i think it's really encouraging in terms of roleplay. it's more fun when you play more evil-leaning character #and it doesn't automatically make the whole main cast hate them #and also if you want a good ending for you faves you have to actually listen to them but not only that #you have to analyze them! draw conclusions! decide whether they really need that thing or if they make themselves believe they want it! #that's really cool thing to do i think. knowing how easy it is to get approval in rpgs simply by being agreeable but now it has layers yk #anyway i love characterisation in this game and how it manages to deliver a cool rp experience. yeah #bg3

[velvet-vox]

An analysis of Doll on a Roleplay battle setting.

Here's a little something to remember in regards to the things discussed in this post:

Tank beats Melee

Melee beats Support

Support beats Critter

Critter beats Tank

I head canon that Doll is (in an RPG setting) a Critter/Tank but mostly a long distance damage dealer that relies on dealing critical hits (metaphor for her plans) with tanking features and talents that allows her to take in a lot of damage (metaphor for her incredible survivability) in line with these stats:

And the funny and interesting thing about it is that her life trajectory probably wasn't this; in fact, I believe that originally Doll was expected due to her behaviour, personality type, and attitude towards situations to become a Tank/Melee (but more specifically an high damage dealing Tank) but after the death of her parents and the hands of V she took a forceful nose dive into rewriting her class trajectory in order to accommodate for her new goals, because it makes perfect sense:

Uzi is definitely a Critter/Melee but not a straightforward one; for context, a Critter/Melee in the language I am using is a long distance damage dealer that gains advantages from actually getting up close, it's a super rare play style that jives well with Uzi being an unconventional protagonist, but it doesn't stop there as Uzi also doubles down as an all-rounder by also having a blunt, defensive personality and being fairly resistant and resilient like a Tank but also having an understanding, highly empathetic and forgiving personality like a Support that allows her to help her teammates in battle and shrug off some of the trauma caused by her situation.

N on the other end is a Melee/Critter (opposite attract each other:) but not a straight up assassin like V in the sense that N is mostly a regular Melee that has counterplay for Tanks and his capable of getting through other people defenses (metaphor for penetrating the bunker at the start of the season) and he's not a glass cannon like other damage focused Melee and Critters tend to be, (although I don't think he has Tank like qualities in the same way as Uzi, rather he has a moderately high base health pool) and has on top of that the qualities of a Support like Uzi to help his teammates by cleansing debuffs and giving bonuses.

(Side note: even though Uzi and N have the qualities of Support, none of them are healers, they are only buffers and cleansers, they heal themselves and only themselves once they kill, hence why they are the most dysfunctional main trio of all time. Nuzi still works by the way, in the same way Wall-E and EVE works).

V instead, arguably the most complex character of the series, is your typical glass cannon Melee/Critter assassin that deals massive damage up close but can't take back said damage. But where it becomes interesting is that V, much like Doll, wasn't initially projected for this play style as we can clearly see from her original timid maid persona that she was probably more inclined towards being a Support, but unlike Doll, she was fully capable of making that transition because she was motivated by the desire to protect N while keeping him distant, while Doll never fully managed to let go of her Tank origins because she was motivated by hatred and not love.

And as you all can clearly see, the problem with Doll being a Tank becomes self evident: all of the protagonists have the characteristics of Critters, the one class who counters Tanks, meaning that each and every single one of them could have easily mauled her like her family had been if she didn't change her ways; which is ironic, since Tank counters Melee, V main class, so even if Doll couldn't defeat V in a combat situation, she would have hard countered her on a narrative level, so in committing to the Critter play style, she lost an important advantage on that front and, narratively, allowed V to destroy her like her parents were.

And it all comes together to bite her in the ass in episode 7 when she faces Tessa/Cyn who I believe, despite what the colour scheme might imply, it's a Melee/Support who stacks attack buffs on herself; you know, Melee who's the class countered by Tanks (of the which Doll isn't anymore) and villainous Support, the class that counters Critters, aka the class Doll traded Tank for.

As to why I believe fake Tessa is Melee/Support, there are a couple of reasons, but you can mostly get it by their personality and play style; Cyn in their dialogues doesn't try to get under N skin to then deal as much damage as possible all in one go like a Critter would, instead, she slowly destroys his sense of security like a Melee would, also, the Absolute Solver is definitely a Support type of villain since they give their abilities to Uzi and Doll, even if inadvertently, which would make sense narratively to have an unstoppable Support force against our 3 Critter protagonists and to have N and V, our 2 Melees working for him, be the ones who can stop him through Uzi's help.

And lastly, the main reason why Doll even manages to reach Uzi inside the chapel is thanks to that Tank characteristic that she chose to forsake and neglect, and now, that characteristic is not strong and trained enough to allow her to survive, but it has just enough of a presence to allow her to get a final warning out, much like her redemption was always possible despite not being reachable anymore.

#murder drones #murder drones doll #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #murder drones v #murder drones yeva #murder drones doll's dad #murder drones tessa #murder drones cyn #murder drones absolute solver #@melissa-titanium this is the most bat shit insane analysis of doll ever pulled of on this site I hope you get a kick out of it #character analysis #rpg

[yeetawaylikes]

“Roses”

Originally by ABDL Story Forum user Satyr

Chapter 1: The Rules

“Here are the rules,” she said. “There will be no sex. No unnecessary touching of privates. You may undress me as part of your… play, and feel free to admire my body, but look with your eyes, not your hands or, god forbid, your dick. Got it?”

Jonathan nodded. “Of course.”

“Good. Everything will happen in private. If you want to do public play, we will renegotiate. If at any point I say the word ‘roses,’ you will immediately stop whatever you’re doing. Oh, and I take payment in advance.”

He nodded again. “Absolutely. I won’t hurt you. Quite the opposite. I want to take care of you. That’s kind of my thing.” Jonathan handed her the cash, and she put it away in her purse.

“Okay, then the formal shit is taken care of. I’m yours until tomorrow morning, unless you break our contract. Starting now.”

Jonathan beamed a wide smile at her. “Now, now. Little girls don’t use dirty words, do they?”

Eliza blushed. It was a genuine blush, too. Fuck. I’m screwing up already. “Sorry,” she said, casting her glance downward to the floor. “I’ve never catered to this particular kink before. It’ll probably take me a little while to properly get into the role.”

Eliza had been a sex worker for the past two years, after she finished college. She’d done porn for some minor producers, and a few times, she’d straight up sold sex. Eliza loved the idea of it: she was the kind of woman who in earlier times might have been referred to a psychiatrist for nymphomania, and today would be known as a slut. But why shouldn’t she have lots of sex if she wanted to? The idea of selling herself, not because anyone forced her to, but because she could and wanted to, was both liberating and, in a naughty taboo kind of way, incredibly sexy. That was the idea of it, though. In practice, having to deal with her customers so intimately—the fat and ugly and smelly ones, as well as the ones who looked like they might be carrying super-AIDS—was far from sexy. Just when she’d thought it might be best to give up the whole prostitute thing as an expression of youthful experimentation, she’d lucked into meeting a couple clients who had more particular desires. Ones that didn’t even want to fuck her. They were content to fondle her feet or tie her up and mock her, or force her to strip naked and do household chores while they watched. She was still   selling herself, but it had been eight months since she’d actually sold sex.

What do you really want? She thought, looking over at Jonathan. All her clients wanted things they couldn’t or wouldn’t express, and if she did those things, they were on the hook as regulars. The man sitting across from her on the couch was her newest client, and definitely the wealthiest. Jonathan was in his early thirties, mop of brown hair and nerdy glasses, but he wore a businessman’s suit. He was the founder of a tech startup that had been bought up by Google for an undisclosed, enormous sum, and now he lived an early retirement in a swanky suburban mansion.

“That’s okay,” Jonathan said. He was sweating, she noticed. Eliza moved to sit beside him.

“First time paying for this kind of thing?” She asked.

He squirmed on the couch, as if he were a schoolboy who hadn’t done his homework. Eliza laughed. “It’s okay. Everyone is nervous the first time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. What I’ll usually do is, I make us a drink, and then we just get to know each other a little before the roleplaying begins in earnest. Would you like a drink?”

Jonathan blushed, then he nodded. As Eliza rose, about to ask him where he stored his liquor, she heard a cough behind her. “I…” He began. Oh, spit it out! She thought. Is he going to be one of those guys who loses the faculty of speech once he has a girl over? She’d had some clients who panicked once their biggest fantasy was about to become real. Guys who clearly had very little experience with real women, and when faced with one, one whom they’d paid to be theirs for the night, it was all too much to them. Some of them she’d ended up simply talking to all night. Fortunately, Jonathan only needed two tries before he spoke. He grabbed her hand and held her back, gently but firmly. “I have a few rules of my own, young lady.”

Eliza turned around to face him. “Yes?” She said, trying her best to sound as innocent as she believed he wanted her to be.

“First of all, only grown-ups are allowed in the liquor cabinet.” He was trying very hard to sound authoritative, and it was working about halfway into rule number one, but then his voice faltered. Eliza found it endearing. She didn’t know much about his kink, so he would have to teach her, but on the other hand, he clearly didn’t know much about being a Dom in practice, so maybe they’d have to learn together. “But, uh… I could use a drink. Wait here a minute.”

She glanced around the room while he was gone. On the walls hung posters of old 1960s rock artists, neatly framed; there was a large wall-mounted TV; on the living room table lay a couple of coffee table type art books. Jonathan appeared to be a bit of a neat freak, if the order and cleanliness of his house was any indication. He reappeared with a glass of what appeared to be whiskey in one hand, and a juice box in the other. “I thought it was more appropriate for someone your age,” he said, handing her the juice box. Eliza smiled. She was a little embarrassed, but that feeling was also turning her on a little. If this is your fix, I’ll gladly take your money and do it again some other time. She inserted the straw and began sucking on it, looking him in the eyes as she did so.

“Are you thinking dirty thoughts, little one?” He asked.

Eliza nodded. Seductively, she hoped. Jonathan appeared to be getting into the role, and this was a crucial period. If he just warmed up to the feeling of authority, and she didn’t mess up and challenge that authority until he was confident enough to put her in her place, this was going to work out very well.

“When you grow up, maybe you can do something about that, but until then, you just enjoy your juice box, sweetie,” he said.

Eliza moved closer to him, then she whispered in his ear: “May I sit on your lap?”

He pulled her in. Eliza was rather short, which no doubt played into his fantasy. There were certainly call girls out there with bigger boobs, but she had a feeling that would have been inappropriate for his particular kink.

“Now, kitten, for rule two. You are only allowed in the bathroom under the supervision of an adult. I’m very strict on that. Are we clear?”

Eliza nodded, and couldn’t help but notice a twinge in her bladder. She’d suspected something like this, but the reality of it, what it might entail, had remained a little abstract to her. “When we finish our drinks, why don’t we get you changed into something a little more appropriate?”

Shit. Fuck. “I… I didn’t bring anything,” she said.

He began stroking her hair. “Don’t worry, I’m well prepared.” She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be stroked, trying to find the calm within herself. Trying to become what he wanted her to be. “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me! It’s not bedtime yet. If you fall asleep now, I’m gonna have a hell of a time getting you to go to sleep tonight, aren’t I?”

Eliza blushed. “Sorry,” she said. “It’s just so calming when you stroke my hair.”

“Why don’t we go change right now,” Jonathan suggested. Eliza got up from his lap and offered him her hand. He took it and led her upstairs to his bedroom. On the king sized bed lay a denim romper with snaps in the crotch. And was that…? “Oh, that,” Jonathan said, following her gaze. “That’s not a problem for you, is it?” It was, indeed, a diaper. Or, rather, one of those pull-on absorbent training pants for older kids. She shook her head. It was covered in her fee, if that’s what got him going.

“That’s just in case,” Jonathan said. “Let’s leave it be for now. I know that some little girls have potty problems, but some are properly potty trained. Are you, kitten?” Eliza blushed and nodded. Of course she was. Well, fuck me. On second thought, maybe he wanted me to say no? “Well, then. I’ll give you a chance in panties, then. Don’t disappoint me now. I don’t want to be cleaning up any puddles on the floor. Okay. Let’s get you out of those clothes, they look silly on a little girl.” He indicated for Eliza to raise her arms, and she did. Swiftly, he hoisted her Metallica t-shirt off. Then came her jeans, which she allowed him to undo, one button at a time, and then she pulled them down and stepped out of them. Eliza felt a chill in her bones. The room was a little cold, but also, this was the moment of truth. Soon she’d be naked in front of a near-total stranger who had engaged her to fulfill his sexual fantasies. Eliza had no shame about showing off her body, but there was always the possibility that—despite what they’d agreed on—Jonathan might get handsy once she stood naked in front of him. He didn’t seem like the type, though. Jonathan seemed  like he genuinely wanted to care for her as if she were a child, and she didn’t think child molestation was part of the fantasy.

Jonathan walked behind her and unclasped her bra. “Little girls don’t need bras. You barely have any breasts to be holding up!” He laughed.

“Say what?” She couldn’t help it. She may be small, but those were still some premium grade boobs, mister.

“Good, good,” Jonathan said. He was in front of her now, admiring her naked chest. “I’m sorry, I’m just getting into character. And I want you to be a bit spunky, to resist me a little, you know? Little girls aren’t always well behaved.”

Eliza took the hint. She stamped a foot on the floor. “I do not have a flat chest. You’re just a big meanie.” She stuck her tongue out, to emphasize that her little outburst was part of the act.

“Watch your tongue,” Jonathan said. He sized her up. “No, those panties won’t do.” They were black silk, bikini style. “Don’t worry, I have something a little more appropriate for you.” He rummaged in a closet and found a pair of pink panties with a teddy bear print on them, and a t-shirt with the same motif. “Do you need any help, or can you put them on yourself, sweetie?”

“I… Maybe a little bit of help?” Eliza allowed him to lower her panties, giving him a glance of her pussy, but he only took a quick peek before sliding up her new panties. She shifted a little. The coffee with breakfast, then water on the way down, and then juice were all making their way to her bladder. After the panties came the t-shirt over her otherwise bare chest, and then the romper. Jonathan made sure everything fit snugly—and it did, surprisingly—but his hands didn’t linger too long in any sensitive areas. Eliza did a little pirouette to show off her new costume, which had shaved off at least six years of her apparent age, if not eight or ten. Although she was still clearly a young woman in immature clothing, she looked closer to sixteen than to twenty-four.

“Uh, about the bathroom,” Eliza said. “Could you show me the way? I kind of have to pee.”

“But you have to see all the fun stuff I’ve prepared for you!” Jonathan exclaimed. He took her hand and led her downstairs, and she offered no further protest. Perhaps he wants me to pee my pants. Perhaps he really wants an excuse to put me in diapers. Jonathan hadn’t been quite clear on what age he wanted her to be. A little girl, he’d said. A little girl to take care of. But did that mean six or two? Was she supposed to be a first grader or a babbling baby? Hopefully not the latter, because she’d be bored out of her mind if she wasn’t at least allowed to talk. And she didn’t think she could do baby convincingly, either. First grader was more like it. But was she a first grader with “potty problems?” Eliza tried to cross her legs, but Jonathan dragged her along to a room adjacent to the living room. It was more of a lounge, with bean bags and a few reclining chairs, and on one of the walls hung a canvas that looked like it might be part of a home cinema setup. There was a little table in a corner, and Jonathan led her to it. “I’ve got some coloring books, stickers, glue, and glitter. Why don’t you have some fun with that? I’ll be right here, reading a book.” He indicated one of the chairs.

“But I need to pee!” She protested. Her bladder was rather uncomfortable, and the desperation could be heard in her voice. It was a child’s whine. Inwardly, she smiled. He must be loving this.

“I was really looking forward to some quiet reading. The bathroom is upstairs. Why didn’t you say something before?”

“I did!”

“Hmm,” Jonathan said. “I must have missed it. Well, if it’s an emergency, I’ll take you. If it can wait, we’ll do it after.”

Does he want me to say I can hold it? And if I do, does he want me to actually hold it, or does he want me to have an accident? She was a little concerned about ruining the clothes he’d clearly bought just for this occasion. Surely he didn’t have more than one “little girl” uniform laying around, and if she peed in this one, well, she’d have to use her regular clothes, which might break the spell. She’d have to find a way to broach it in character.

“I’m a big girl!” She said, and pointed to herself. “I can hold it all day.” Then she crossed her legs, both because she really did need to pee, and for show. “But… Just in case I can’t, maybe I should go. I don’t want to ruin my new clothes.”

Jonathan hugged her. “Don’t you worry about that, dear,” he said. “Clothes can be washed. And there’s more where those came from.”

Eliza considered her options. In her occupation, intuition was king. She needed to be both a sex object and a mind-reader, sussing out what her clients really wanted, deep down. Going out of character unless absolutely necessary would kill the fantasy. Considering Jonathan had gone to the trouble of buying diapers for her, it would be a shame if he didn’t get to put her in them. Eliza had never done any pee play; hardcore watersports, like drinking pee or having someone pee in your face, rather disgusted her. But the idea of peeing her pants, while not something she’d ever done before, seemed rather harmless. She could maybe let out a tiny bit, just enough for it to show on her clothes, and then Jonathan would get to punish her for it. Eliza spread her legs a little and tried to think of dripping water, Niagara falls, but nothing came out. Guess I’m just too well trained, she thought.

“Okay, you can read your book,” she said. “But promise to take me soon?”

“All right, kitten,” Jonathan said.

Eliza sat down and looked over the supplies he’d given her. Frankly, coloring books and glitter and stickers looked boring as fuck. She tried to look for her inner child, but apparently it had gone into hiding. There was nothing redeeming about coloring books. But considering the pay, she’d bloody well put up with it. I could be getting fucked in the ass by a 300 pound cave dweller, she thought. Instead, I’m getting paid three times as much to have someone attend to my needs, look after me like a daughter, and all I need to do is play with glitter and try not to look bored. Eliza picked up a crayon and began coloring. She debated whether she should color outside the lines like a child, but settled on meticulously coloring within them. That way, she could at least devote a little bit of brain power to the task at hand. Maybe Jonathan would hang it on his fridge. The page she was working on had a castle with turrets, a drawbridge, a fairy and an adventurer carrying a sword. It reminded her of Ocarina of Time, so the swordsman had to be green.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs under the table. Maybe if she pushed a little on her bladder, that would be enough to squirt out a little bit, and then she could ask Jonathan to take her to the bathroom. She spread her legs and pushed on her abdomen. For a moment, her muscles resisted, but then Eliza felt her new panties warm to a trickle of pee. It was a strange feeling. She couldn’t remember the last time she peed herself. Probably when she was around the age she was playing at now. Eliza had a rather small bladder, but she’d learned early on to compensate with frequent trips to the toilet. She put a hand in her lap; it touched wet fabric. Satisfied that her little “accident” would be visible to Jonathan, she clamped shut. That is, she tried to clamp shut. But she had left the floodgates open too long, and now she couldn’t stop. Eliza let out a little yelp of despair as her ass began to get soaked. She twisted her legs and pushed on her crotch with both hands, but the pee kept coming, pooling between her legs and running up her lap and down her thighs.

Jonathan was there in a flash. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” He asked. There was genuine alarm in his voice, like he couldn’t tell if this was still pretend, or perhaps he was so deep in character that it didn’t matter.

“I…” The hiss as she peed herself was so loud in her ears, she was sure he must hear it. Perhaps he was simply too polite to say anything, or perhaps she was simply hyperaware. She waited until she was done, and then she hung her head. “I peed.”

“You peed?” Jonathan looked confused.

“It was an accident.” Eliza stood up to show him. When she did, some urine spilled over the chair and splashed on the floor. She was soaked down to her knees, and her ass was sopping wet. It was uncomfortable, perhaps mostly due to embarrassment. She had meant to pee, yes, but then she couldn’t stop and it turned into a real accident. Eliza was sure she was red as a stoplight. The embarrassment did, however, allow her to more easily slip deeper into the role. It felt natural to ask, “Can you please not be mad?”

Jonathan shook his head. “Of course I’m not mad. But I thought you said you could hold it?”

“I totally can. It was just an accident.” She looked down at the puddle she’d made. Eliza was amazed she’d managed to hold that much in the first place. “But can you please help me clean up? It’s yucky.”

Jonathan was easily a foot taller than her. Before she knew it, he’d swept her off her feet and began carrying her upstairs. “Eliza, sweetie, you should have said it was an emergency.”

“I was having too much fun playing,” she lied. Eliza buried her head in his shoulder. This was supposed to make her feel safe. Little Eliza would feel safe in Jonathan’s arms, in his shoulder. He smelled of aftershave. She closed her eyes, and again she felt the lack of proper sleep the night before catching up with her. Before she knew it, Jonathan was gently putting her down on the floor. It was a large bathroom, all in marble, with a big tub in one corner and a shower in the other. Each could fit at least two, if not three adults. Besides that there was room for a washer, drier, and toilet. She felt like she were standing in a cathedral of glass and marble. Although the downstairs rooms looked middle class, this bathroom screamed rich.

“Let’s get those icky clothes off,” Jonathan said, and began undoing her romper. His gaze lingered for a moment on her wet ass. She wiggled her bum, and he gave it a slap. “Don’t show off,” he said, although his continued staring at her told her he didn’t really mean it. “Are you proud to be going potty in your pants?”

“No, Jonathan,” she said. Is that how he wants to be addressed? Some clients preferred Sir or Master. Others had bizarre alter egos they liked to roleplay. Who was Little Eliza to him? His daughter, his niece, his student in first grade? She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Is that what you want me to call you? Or is there something else?”

He thought for a moment. “Ideally, I’d like to be called Daddy. But I think that’s something I need to earn first. In the meantime, you can call me John or Jonathan.”

“Okay, John. Please get these icky clothes off me.” He did as asked.

“I was going to do this before bed, but I think I’m going to run you a bath. With bubbles. How does that sound?” He asked.

“I’d like that.” She was now naked, the wet clothes in a pile on the floor. Jonathan opened the faucet and began running a bath. The tub looked inviting, and she was a bit cold, so she climbed in.

“I’ll go get some dry and clean clothes. You just stay right here, pumpkin.”

Eliza leaned back and closed her eyes. Jonathan had to be the sweetest client she’d ever had, and his fantasies the most innocent. She was short, slim and just the right amount of curvy, yet her wet panties seemed to interest him more than her pussy. He clearly enjoyed looking at her, but he could be doing so much more. The roleplay seemed to be doing it for him. His comment about wanting to earn the name “Daddy” gave her a pang of guilt. Am I exploiting him? It seemed like his brand of kink required an intimate connection with another person. Although all kinky play requires a big degree of trust from both parties, many people enjoy a casual spanking. John, on the other hand, didn’t seem like the type who’d go to a BDSM party and tie someone up for the evening, then never see them again. He really just wanted a girlfriend he could cuddle at night.

Jonathan sidled up by the tub and poured something into the water, and soon enough, she was covered up by a layer of foam. “Stop me if I’m going too far,” Eliza said. “But your kink strikes me as the kind best practiced in a committed relationship.” Her eyes were still closed, and she found herself enjoying his tender touch as he began rubbing shampoo into her hair.

Jonathan sighed. “You could say that,” he said. “But there aren’t many girls out there as lovely as you.”

“That’s sweet of you to say,” she said. “But I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. Successful businessman, and probably the sweetest client I’ve had to boot.”

“I imagine you run into some brutes in your profession.”

She thought it over. No, no one had ever disrespected her boundaries. “It depends,” she said. “I’ve been careful. Maybe a little lucky. No one ever laid their hands on me—except in the ways we’d discussed beforehand. I’m not a street walker. I mean, no disrespect to those girls. I’m just saying, what they do is a lot more dangerous than what I do.” In the beginning, she relied on internet ads. Now, all her new clients were referrals. People who were recommended by someone she trusted. Jonathan had been vouched for by a business contact of hers, Jane, although she wasn’t quite clear on how they knew each other. She trusted her acquaintance, though.

“Come to think of it, how do you know Jane?” Eliza asked.

“Oh,” Jonathan said. “She’s my ex.”

“She’s your ex?” Eliza hadn’t expected that. Jane worked in the porn industry.

“Yeah. She said you might be able to, uh, fulfill the fantasies she couldn’t. I told her about my fetish. It didn’t go so well.”

“I’m sorry,” Eliza said. “Is that why you guys broke up?”

“Yes and no. It put more strain on a strained relationship. After a while we both decided it was for the best to call it quits. Well, she decided. I acquiesced.”

Eliza opened her eyes, reached over the edge of the tub and gave him a hug. Foamy water splashed all over his shirt. He didn’t seem to mind. Eliza held the hug, and then she began rubbing his back, leaving wet fingerprints on his button-down. Finally, he separated himself. His eyes were watery. He rose and attempted to straightened himself up. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m getting a little emotional. I suppose emotional isn’t in the job description.”

“No, no,” Eliza said. “It was my mistake. I pushed too far.”

He cleared his throat. “Well, little one,” he said, in an apparent attempt to regain his authority. He was really such a sweetheart. “Let’s get you dried and into some clean clothes.” He offered her a hand as she stepped out of the bathtub. Then he began rubbing her dry with a huge towel. She felt very small, like she was disappearing into the towel. He rubbed her all over to get her dry, and she felt herself getting a little aroused as he worked on her breasts and between her legs. Jonathan was just drying her off—he showed no signs of being aroused himself. But she found herself wishing he’d give a little special attention to her special areas.

Satisfied that she was dry, Jonathan turned around to pick up her new clothes. A dress, with a childish floral print in yellow. He must have gone on quite a shopping spree in preparation, she mused. “Now, pumpkin, I told you I wanted to give you a bath before bed. Remind me, why did we have to do it early?”

Eliza blushed. He wants to hear me say it. He wants to humiliate me. Humiliation, as it happened, was one of her own kinks. She loved to hate it. “Because I had an accident,” she said.

“Oh?” He looked at her expectantly. What is it he wants me to say? “What kind of accident? Did you fall and scrub your knee?”

Eliza hid her face behind the towel. She was deliciously embarrassed. “Noooo,” she said. “Not that kinda accident.”

“What kind of accident did you have, then, sweetpea?”

“In my pants.” She pointed to the wet romper and panties, still on the floor. “I peed in my pants.”

“That’s right,” Jonathan said. “You said you were a big girl, but then you couldn’t make it to the bathroom. I gave you a chance at panties, but I don’t think you’re quite big enough for them. I can’t trust that you’ll be able to keep them dry.”

“I AM a big girl!” Eliza said, stomping her foot on the ground. That was a mistake. The tiles were wet, and she slipped and lost her footing. For a terrifying moment, she saw the tiles rush up toward her head, but then Jonathan was there and grabbed her before she faceplanted into the floor.

“Careful, honey, the floor is wet,” Jonathan said. “One day you’ll be a big girl. But until then…” He held up the pull-up diaper she’d seen in his bedroom earlier.

“No fair,” Eliza said. “It was only one accident.”

“Well, just in case,” Jonathan said.

There it was. She knew what she’d signed up for, but the reality of it still hit her like a brick. Eliza had let herself be degraded for money before, but she had never imagined herself ever having to wear a diaper. And not just because she was paid to do it. No, she had actually peed her pants and earned it. She blushed again at the thought. The humiliation was getting her wet in a different way. When she began peeing, it had been on purpose. But then it wasn’t on purpose anymore. She’d really tried to stop, and found she couldn’t. In a way, she did really have an accident, just like a little girl. Does he want me to protest? He did say earlier that he wanted her to disobey. “NO,” she said. “I’m a BIG GIRL and BIG GIRLS don’t wear diapers.”

Jonathan looked at her sternly. “Do you want to earn yourself a spanking, little missy?” He didn’t raise his voice, but his tone said that he wasn’t kidding.

“FINE,” Eliza said, in her best petulant child voice. “But only this once. And I’m going to prove to you that I don’t need it.”

“Very well,” Jonathan said. He looked down at his watch. “It’s only 3 PM. If you can keep this one dry until seven, you can have panties for the rest of the night.” Four hours? She could do that. He helped her step into the diaper and slid it up her hips. The feeling of padding between her legs was odd, but the shape of it was more like a pair of extra-thick panties than a diaper. She gingerly took a few steps. There was a soft rustle as she walked, but it was barely audible. She could feel the fabric absorbing some moisture from between her legs.

“Now, this one isn’t very thick. It’s made for little girls who are potty training. So you need to tell me when you need to go potty, because this diaper can’t take a flood like the one you unleashed in your pants.” Touché. “And it’s very important that you tell me if you need to go number two, because this one is only designed for pee.”

Number two? Good god. The thought of it had her reeling. Peeing was one thing, she could do that. But under no circumstances would she have anything to do with poop. She had a strong anti-scat policy. “Yes, John,” she said. “I’m going to tell you when I need to go.” It occurred to her that the toilet was off limits without “adult supervision.” Did he expect her to poop while he watched? Open as she was about her body, she didn’t think she could do that. She’d just have to hold it if it came to that.

Chapter 2: Medium Rare

Jonathan helped her into the dress, and she twirled around, giving him a peek upskirt. He nodded. “You look stunning,” he said.

“Thank you.” He led her hand in hand downstairs. “Are you hungry yet?” He asked. “I could go for some food right about now.” Her stomach grumbled in sympathy. She hadn’t eaten since early that morning.

“Sure,” Eliza said.

“I was thinking steak and pepper sauce,” said John. “It’s a little early for such a heavy meal, so maybe we should stretch it an hour, but I haven’t eaten since breakfast, so I’d like to eat soon. You know, I would take you to a nice restaurant, but we agreed not to go out in public.”

Eliza nodded. “Maybe some other time.” Seeding another appointment, she thought. It was somewhat cynical of her, but she felt it was entirely natural. She was only being honest. “You’re welcome to take me out, but we’d have to suspend the roleplay. But I don’t mind a nice home-cooked meal.”

Jonathan smiled. “I’m an excellent cook.”

“Maybe we could just cuddle and watch some TV to kill time,” Eliza suggested. “I love it when you stroke my hair.”

Jonathan seated himself on the coach and switched on some mindless reality show. The kind where there is no real goal, except for the contestants to back-stab each other as much as possible—when they’re not having sex, and solemnly swearing they never imagined they would be doing it on television, it just happened, because he or she’s the one. Eliza curled up beside him, and he obediently began stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that he was her boyfriend, a trick she used whenever a client wanted romance rather than straight sex. It wasn’t hard  to see this kind, caring and wealthy bachelor as a partner in another life. Eliza had a strict policy of separating business and pleasure—it wasn’t like she were actually falling for him. But with closed eyes, she could pretend. When she lay still, she hardly even noticed the difference in her underwear, but whenever she moved, the padding pushed into her and reminded her of what a little girl she was supposed to be.

Before she knew it, she was dreaming. The imagery faded as soon as Jonathan nudged her awake, but it had been a pleasant dream. “Hey, I didn’t say you could nap,” John said.

Eliza rubbed her eyes. “Sorry. I guess I didn’t sleep much last night. I’ll be a good girl and go to sleep for bedtime, that’s a promise.”

“I think it’s time for dinner,” John said. “Would you like to continue coloring for me, or would you like to help me cook?”

She told him she wanted to cook. Eliza had had enough coloring for one day. She needed some kind of stimulation. Pleasant though it was, life as a little girl was rather boring. One downside of her more romantic appointments was that they didn’t provide the same level of excitement as a sexual session. Her clients rarely knew how to inject excitement into a date.  But as soon as she’d finished that train of thought, John was over her, pinning her down on the coach, and then he was tickling her. “Eeee!” She squeaked. It was unexpected, but she didn’t protest. She tried to contort her body so he couldn’t get to her most ticklish spots, but he was devious. One fake maneuver toward her armpits, and then he was lifting up the front of her dress, and for a moment she thought he was going to stick a hand down her diaper—but then he was blowing raspberries on her stomach, and Eliza couldn’t help but laugh. When she did, she let down her defenses up top, and he started on her armpits, the most ticklish spot on her body.

“Aaaah!” She said, laughing all the while. “Stop! Stop! I’m gonna pee!” She struggled to close her legs, but then he was tickling her under her feet, and she had to open them, and almost kicked him in the nose, barely missing his glasses. “I mean it! I’m ahhhahaaa—I’m gonna pee myself!”

He let up. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before it’s too late, then,” he said.

Eliza was red-faced and panting, exhausted from the assault of tickles. Her breath was heavy, and her chest was hurting from all the laughing, but her smile was genuine. None of her clients ever got into tickle fights with her. Hell, it was even a little bit hot. She’d experimented with forced orgasms using a vibrator and a willing, non-paid partner, and tickling was similarly painful and pleasant at the same time. But she didn’t want to pee herself. Eliza wanted to prove to John that she could last until seven. A little silly, she realized. She was an adult and had never peed her pants by accident, not since she was a toddler. Big Eliza, the sex worker, had nothing to prove. But Little Eliza certainly did, after her embarrassing accident earlier.

“I don’t really need to go,” she managed, after she regained her breath. “It’s just when you tickle me, I can’t control it.”

“Well, let’s try anyway. I can’t leave the kitchen once the plates are hot and things are cooking to take you to the bathroom, now can I? Here is a potty training lesson. When you know you won’t be able to go to the potty for a while, it’s smart to go before, just in case.” He offered a hand and led her upstairs. She followed, a light rustling of her underwear probably only audible to herself.

“Okay, down she goes,” John said, lowering her pull-up, “and up she goes!” Eliza allowed herself to  be hoisted up on the toilet. “See if you can make a little tinkle for me.”

She tried, but nothing came out. Eliza wasn’t normally pee shy, but something about the situation made her clam up. “I can’t,” she said.

“Maybe if I turn on the tap?” John offered. Eliza closed her eyes and listened to the stream of water splashing into the sink. Finally, a slight tinkle began. “Good girl!” John said. “Now, do you know how to wipe, Eliza?”

Of course she did. And they had agreed on no touching in that area. Eliza found herself aching for some touch down there. The whole evening had been a long series of humiliations, and that was the sort of stuff that got her going. She’d never imagined herself being into this stuff, and to be honest, she couldn’t ever see herself roleplaying a little girl for her own pleasure. But the roleplay did facilitate humiliation, and that had her loins all wet and slippery. No. It might set a bad precedent. We’ll have to renegotiate. On the other hand… She did say no unnecessary touching of privates, did she not? What if it were necessary? She did allow him to clean her in the bath and dry her off, all over her body.

“Uh… Maybe you could show me?” She bit her lip and looked him in the eye. For a brief moment, he blushed, a little flustered, but then he was back in control.

“Of course, baby,” John said. “It’s very important that you keep clean down there, so you don’t get any nasty infections. You don’t want that, do you, Eliza?”

She shook her head.

John ceremoniously grabbed a piece of toilet paper. It was four-ply, premium quality, soft as silk. Eliza considered expensive toilet paper to be literally throwing money down the toilet, so she always went for the cheap stuff. Apparently, she didn’t know what she was missing. When John wiped her down, it was like being wrapped in a blanket of good emotions. “Teehee, it tickles,” she said.

“Oh,” said John. “I don’t think little girls need to think about that.”

Eliza was a little disappointed. “There, all done,” John said, and helped her slide the diaper up her hips. “Now let’s go cook some dinner.”

They entered a kitchen decked out with all the newest in stainless steel and Swedish design. It looked like something out of an unusually upscale IKEA catalog. There was a double-door refrigerator, two hypermodern stoves with electronic displays and more dials and buttons than Eliza’s laptop. “I’m afraid little girls and hot stoves don’t go well together,” John said. “But you can ready the table. Plates are over there,” he indicated the top of a tall cabinet, “and cutlery over there.”

Eliza tried to reach the shelf, but even on the tips of her toes, she wasn’t tall enough. The kitchen was clearly designed for someone John’s size. “I can’t reach up there,” she said.

“Silly me,” John said. He grabbed some plates and glasses, and she decked out the table. Then he kept her busy grabbing ingredients and explaining every step of the cooking process, just as if she were in grade school. It wasn’t the world’s most complicated meal, and Eliza was sure she could’ve managed it on her own. But she allowed him to teach her.

The meal was delicious. Medium rare steak, pepper sauce and cooked potatoes. Anything would have been good at this stage; it was close to five and she hadn’t eaten since around nine in the morning. But John wasn’t lying when he said he was a good cook.

Eliza tried to imagine herself as a young child. She deliberately missed with her fork, allowing some sauce to spill onto her face. Once she was done eating, John playfully scolded her for being a messy eater, and wiped it all away. “We’ll have to teach you some table manner,” he said, and laughed.

With the weight of a full belly, her tiredness returned. She wasn’t sure if she could keep her promise of staying awake until bedtime. When was that, anyway?

John led them back into the living room. She curled up on the coach, and he handed her a blanket. Eliza yawned. “I’m gonna stay awake, promise,” she said, by way of apology. He sat down beside her.

“It wasn’t easy,” John said. “Telling my ex about this fetish.” He stroked her hair. It was auburn, flowing down to her chest in curlicues. “I always knew, kind of. I always enjoyed caring for my baby brother, but not in a sexual way, of course. And then when I hit my teens, I would see these cute girls, and the guys would be like, ‘Damn, I’d like to fuck her.’ Behind her back, of course. And I’d go, ‘Yeah, man, you got it.’ But inwardly I’d be thinking, ‘I’d love to take her home, kiss her forehead and tuck her in.’”

“So it isn’t sexual at all for you?” Eliza said.

Jonathan blushed.

“Don’t think I haven’t caught you looking at me that way,” Eliza said. “It’s no big deal. I’m hiring out my body, after all. Feel free to think any dirty thoughts you want, as long as you don’t act out anything we didn’t agree on.”

He resumed stroking her hair. “Oh, Eliza. I have to admit, you’re stunning. And I could see myself in bed with you, having some adult fun. But I’m perfectly happy caring for you without touching you inappropriately. The truth is, when I look at you right now, I see a child and a woman at the same time. I’m attracted to the woman as a woman to do man-and-woman stuff with, and to the child as a child to care for.”

Eliza sat up. She didn’t want to pry into his evidently difficult feelings toward his ex, but he was the one to bring it up. She was curious. “So I take it your ex didn’t take the news very well?”

“I was a stuttering mess. I think if I’d proudly stated my preferences like they were no big deal, maybe things would have gone over differently. But I acted like I was ashamed of it, and so she assumed it was shameful.”

Eliza nodded. “Yeah,” she said, her sleepiness somewhat slurring her words and dragging them out. “I find that people almost always adopt the attitude that you project to the world. Act confident, they will see you as confident. Act ashamed, they will assume you have good reason for it and pile on with the shaming.”

“Jane told me maybe she could help me get over it,” John said. “Maybe there was some other fantasy we could act out that would make me forget all about little girls and diapers and all that. She offered anal. She even hinted that a threesome might be on the horizon, she had some open-minded friends—Jane is in the porn biz, after all. But once it became clear that it wasn’t a phase and it wasn’t something that would ever go away, it became a constant source of conflict. She just couldn’t deal with the fact that I was fantasizing about her as a little girl—I mean, as an adult acting like one, not that I was jerking off to her childhood portraits or something.”

“I’m sorry,” said Eliza.

“But she led me to you,” Jonathan said. “Jane told me you might be open to something like this.”

“I’m all yours, until tomorrow morning.”

Suddenly, his hand was under her skirt. He pushed against the dry padding of her crotch, but then he withdrew his hand as quickly as he put it up there. “Just checking,” he said. “Don’t want you leaking on the couch.”

Eliza wiggled free of him. “I’m a big girl and I don’t need this thing,” she said, lifting her skirt to indicate the diaper. The bottom of her breasts peaked out, giving him a nice little underboob look. “I told you, I’m gonna keep dry until seven.”

“We’re almost there, kitten. Just tell me if you need to go potty.”

They sat in silence for a while on the coach. Again, Eliza’s eyes drooped, and she had to fight for them to stay open. “Hey, could you make some coffee or something? I’m almost falling asleep here,” Eliza said.

“I would, but not so close to bedtime. I don’t want my baby all hyper when she’s supposed to go to sleep.”

Eliza sank back into the couch.

“I can tell you’re bored. We’re supposed to have fun! Don’t you forget that. Little girls are allowed to be fussy if they’re understimulated. Not too fussy, of course, or I’ll have to take them over the knee,” John added. “Look, it’s almost seven o’clock. Come with me to the bathroom. If your pull-up is still dry, we can forget about your accident earlier”—a blush, at that—“and go back to panties. Come with me.”

Eliza stayed where she was. She felt as if she’d eaten a pot brownie, and now she was couchlocked. If only she had some sleep the night before. She’d been worried about finances. Her landlord had hiked up the rent, and if John had decided to cancel on her for some reason, she’d have been shit out of luck. She saw now that she needn’t have worried. His fee alone would cover a month’s rent and more, but she couldn’t have known that he wouldn’t back out. A few of her clients had done that. The idea of hiring a prostitute sounded appealing, but when it came to it, they didn’t have it in them. Society at large still frowns upon the practice, no matter how consensual it is. What she did was technically illegal, although her operation was luxurious and professional enough that, in practice, she was largely safe from law enforcement. But some of her clients, like John, were upper class with a reputation to protect. Some were so worried about being blackmailed, they demanded video footage of her conducting the transaction, themselves conveniently off screen, in order to have some dirt on her. Eliza refused such requests, of course. But no matter the validity of her concerns, they’d kept her up at night, and now she didn’t want to do anything but close her eyes and drift into sleep.

John picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He was surprisingly strong for his lanky build. Then again, she was petite. John set her down in front of the toilet. “Okay, Eliza. Moment of truth. Did you have an accident, or are you still dry?”

“Still dry,” Eliza said, although her gaze was on the floor.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I check?” He asked.

Eliza lifted her dress in response. John slipped a finger into the side of her diaper, although his fingers never strayed toward her pussy. “Almost completely dry,” He said.

“I was turned on for a bit,” Eliza said. “That doesn’t count.”

“I suppose not,” John said. “Okay. Do you want panties for the rest of the night?”

Eliza nodded. John disappeared for a moment, although he stopped in the doorway to assure her he wasn’t leaving her alone for more than a minute, as if she were a child with separation anxiety.

Once he was back, he made her try to pee in the toilet again. This time, she managed a little trickle without the aid of a running tap. Then he slipped on her panties, and a little bit of her adulthood was restored. The used diaper went in a separate trash can, she noted. John really was prepared for everything.

Eliza’s eyes were drooping. “John, please, I really need that coffee if I’m going to stay awake,” she said. “Pretty please? Just a little cup.”

“No,” he said plainly. “And I don’t want to hear any more about it. Stop nagging.”

Eliza stopped and resisted his attempt to lead her onwards. “Please,” she said again. “I’m so tired. Don’t you want me to stay awake and play with you?”

“Enough,” John said.

She tried one last time. “Please?”

John turned around. His demeanor had changed. His size advantage had made him feel like a big, strong protector, but now it felt like a threat. Eliza took a step back. His face was red, his mouth contorted into a frown. “Enough is enough. You will go stand in the corner for twenty minutes, and if I hear as much as a peep from you, you’re going over the knee. Is that clear?”

Eliza gave an uncertain nod. She had awakened the beast. Eliza hadn’t seen this side of John before. One part of her was terrified; the other, secretly excited. He was finally warming up to the role of the Dominant in their scene. “But what if I need to go to the bathroom?” Eliza asked. “May I speak then?”

“You just went,” he said curtly. “You can hold it for twenty minutes. You were so eager to prove that you belong in panties, so here’s your chance. Come to think of it, I don’t want you to get dehydrated. I’ll bring you a bottle of water, and I expect you to finish it by the time your timeout’s up.”

Time passed glacially in the corner. She stared at the off-white wall and tried to distract herself with happy thoughts, occasionally taking a sip of water. It was no use. Her punishment was boredom, and she deserved it. Little Eliza had pushed it too far. Although her eyes drooped, standing up kept her awake. She attempted to sit down, thinking perhaps she could sneak in a powernap while John wasn’t watching, but he told her to stand up immediately.

Eliza was frustrated, tired, and now her stomach was starting to hurt, too. What do babies do when they’re sick and tired and want to get their will? They cry. Eliza wasn’t much of an actor—well, that wasn’t true. She was very good at inhabiting the roles her clients wanted her to play, but that was the extent of her abilities. Eliza couldn’t cry on command. But right now, she felt very much the fussy baby, and focusing on her tired and frustrated state made her all the more upset. Once she added in the mental image of her true love dumping her—that was long ago, before she stopped believing there was one and only one person out there for her—she managed a little sniffle, and soon tears were rolling down her cheeks. Quickly, John was beside her.

“Baby, don’t cry. What is it?” He said. His tone had changed from stern to paternal concern.

“I’m tired. My tummy hurts. I don’t want to stand in this stupid corner anymore,” she said, between sniffles. All of which was true. That part wasn’t an act.

John looked her over. She was standing there in a juvenile summer dress, the one he had put her in after she peed in her first outfit of the day (second, really, since he had removed the one she came in). She had puffy eyes and drying tears down her cheeks. The sight of her so miserable seemed to break through his defenses. John squatted down beside her and gave her a hug. “Now, now, don’t cry, sweet child. I think you’ve learned your lesson about disobeying me. Haven’t you, kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Eliza said.

Chapter 3: Sub Drop

Eliza didn’t know why she said it, but it seemed natural. John wanted to earn the title “daddy,” and in her eyes, he’d done so. His punishment and his compassion tipped the scales. John had shown all the qualities of a good Dom, and he’d picked them up quickly and naturally. Although she had never called a partner “daddy,” before—her preferred nomenclature in a BDSM scene being Sir or Master—if that was what, to him, represented the same as those names represented to her previous partners, then Daddy it was.

John separated himself from her for a moment. “Oh, baby,” he said. “Come on out of the corner. I think we can call an early bedtime soon, since you’re already tired and fussy. But there’s one more thing I want to do before bed. I’d like to read you a bedtime story. How does that sound?”

“I’d love that,” she said, and added, “Daddy.”

He led her upstairs to the bedroom. Then he bent down and rummaged under the bed. When he emerged, he held a large adult diaper, with a yellow stripe going up the crotch. “Now, you’ve been very good at going potty today, but you did have an accident earlier,” John said. “I know some little girls have trouble at night, so I think it’s best if we take our precautions. Do you know what the word ‘precautions’ means, sweetie?”

Eliza shook her head. “No, daddy.”

“It means we think about what might happen in the future, and then we do something to mitigate—to limit the damage if that thing were to happen. You’re so tired, I’m afraid you’ll fall asleep while I read you a story. Will you be a good girl and let me put it on you for bed?”

Eliza nodded. He laid out a towel on the bed, and she laid down. John slipped off her panties, and then he set to work on the diaper. He’d procured a white powder from somewhere, and proceeded to put some over her crotch, “to prevent rashes,” he said. Then he carefully taped her up and slipped off her dress. “This one’s designed to take anything you can throw at it and more. I have a washable mattress pad, too, so don’t worry about having an accident. You won’t ruin anything.”

Now she was sitting naked apart from a bulging adult diaper between her legs, in front of a man she met less than twenty-four hours ago. “I have some pajamas for you,” John said.

“I prefer to sleep in the nude,” Eliza said.

“Okay, pumpkin.”

Eliza looked down at the padding between her legs. This diaper was bulkier than the previous one, and its size made it impossible for her to ignore. Every movement, even lying completely still, it was there to remind her of how little Eliza was. “This one is boring,” Eliza said, pointing to the diaper. “Can we put stickers on it?”

“Excellent idea,” John said. “Let me just—”

But before he could do anything, Eliza had slipped off the bed and began running downstairs to grab the glittery stickers she’d been so reluctant to play with earlier. The diaper gave her a slight waddle, but she managed all right. On the way up, she met John in the stairwell.

“I don’t like it when you run off like that,” he said.

“I brought the stickers!” Eliza shoved them in his face. John grabbed them, then her, and carried both back into the bedroom. Eliza nuzzled into his neck and allowed her mind to drift, her consciousness to whittle down, and she was all but sleeping when he put her back into bed. John nudged her, and she woke up enough to grab a handful of stickers, placing them haphazardly on her diaper. It looked ridiculous. Very appropriate for Little Eliza.

John began reading her a fairy tale. Little Red Riding hood, with sound effects when the terrible wolf showed up. He rubbed her tummy as he read, and soon her eyes were closed, and then she was asleep.

It must be early morning when she woke. Jonathan was sleeping by her side. The room was too dark to see anything but rough outlines. Her crotch was hot and sweaty. But what woke her up was her stomach. The pain was back in force. There was no denying it. Eliza needed to poop.

She had a dilemma. Jonathan had laid down the rules: she wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom without his supervision. But she couldn’t see herself pooping in front of him. She just couldn’t. Eliza’s mind was locked and set. It was a mental block, but those are often harder than the physical ones. She didn’t think she could bear him looking at her, hearing her, smelling her go number two. On the other hand, she was hired to obey the rules. Bathroom control was within the limits of their agreement. Eliza was a professional. She had yet to break a contract and disobey the rules she’d agreed to obey, unless the other party broke their end of the deal first. This was a special case. Maybe she could sneak off and go while Jonathan was asleep. But then there was the issue of the diaper. She would have to remove it, of course. Eliza knew nothing about how adult diapers work, but as a general rule, tapes don’t stick as well once you untape them, if they stick at all. Maybe she could snag another diaper from the pack—surely there was a pack with more where this one came from—and hide the used one deep in a trashcan somewhere. He’d never notice.

Her stomach rumbled. She felt a pressure down there, had to squirm a bit to contain it. Eliza wasn’t sure if she could last until morning. The contract was twenty-four hours, do whatever you want to me and make me do anything you want, as long as it’s within the rules we agreed to. She’d arrived at eleven. Although there was a clock in the room, Eliza estimated that it couldn’t be much more than five in the morning, if that. Six more hours of this? It hurt, it was uncomfortable, it made her squirm. Eliza had to do something.

Silently, she slipped out of bed. Only a slight rustle between her legs betrayed her, but a snore from John confirmed that he didn’t notice a thing. Eliza got on her knees and rummaged around under the bed until she found her prize: a big pack of adult diapers. She snagged one out of the pack and pushed it back under the bed. Then there were the stickers. She must not forget them. John would be sure to check her in the morning. He seemed very fond of the checks. They afforded a legitimate reason to touch her between the legs, and even if he never strayed too far, she could tell he enjoyed it.

Silent as a mouse—a diaper-rustling mouse—Eliza tip-toed out of the bedroom, heading for the bathroom. When she reached the right door, a cramp hit her, and she had to bend down, diapered rump in the air, and clutch her abdomen. The cramp subsided, and she was able to stand up again.Why, oh why didn’t I add a “no poop” clause? The truth was, she hadn’t given the idea of actually using the diapers much thought beforehand, and it hadn’t occurred to her that she might need to go number two.

Eliza reached for the door. Locked. Fucking cock-sucking ass-licking satanic bullshit fuck fuck fuck. Her train of thought descended into a series of profanities and violent images. She banged on the door, knowing, of course, that no one was there. If anything, it would wake John up and her plan would fall to pieces. Defeated, she slid down onto the floor, clutching her stomach. Although she was in pain, she was also sleep deprived, still. Her eyes began to droop, and soon she was floating in and out of terrible dreams. Monsters were out to get her. Even worse, there were rows of toilet stalls, but every single one of them was empty. Not even a sign of plumbing, just empty toilet stalls, mocking her.

“Baby, what are you doing out here?”

Eliza was confused. It took her a minute to reorient herself. She was flat out on her stomach, on the carpet in front of the locked bathroom. Her padded butt was sticking up, and her joints hurt from lying in such an uncomfortable position. Her tummy hurt. Through sleepy eyes, she resolved the image of John, a shadowy figure that became clearer as he hoisted her to her feet. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He repeated.

Eliza didn’t even realize it, but she must have been crying. John held her in his arms, and she leaned in. Then another cramp hit, and she pushed away from him, arching her back and clenching with all her might. “My tummy hurts,” she said.

“Oh, sweetie, do you need to go to the toilet? Why didn’t you say so?”

“I don’t,” Eliza said. Her posture and potty dance belied her statement.

“Then why is your hand on your butt?” He said.

She had no answer to that.

“Come on, I’ll unlock the toilet and then you can go. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“I can’t,” she said.

“Nonsense! It’s no trouble.”

Eliza shook her head. “It was just a bad dream. I sleepwalked. The tummy pain went away.” She was so close to relief, yet so far.

“What’s this, then?” John picked up the fresh diaper from the floor.

“I sleepwalked,” Eliza whispered again.

“Okay.” John had a look of gentle concern. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to go to the bathroom?”

She shook her head.

“All right, baby. It’s only six, and a Sunday. I want to sleep in, at least until half past seven. That hardly qualifies as sleeping in, I guess, but you’re already awake. If you can manage it, I’d like to go back and slumber in bed for a while. I promise, I’ll protect you from bad dreams.” But will you protect me from pooping my pants? Five hours. Just five hours.

When she nodded in assent, he scooped her from the floor and carried her back to bed. Eliza tried to close her eyes and sleep, but the pressure in her abdomen and further down was too much. John seemed to be a deep sleeper, quick to fall asleep and sleep well. Before she knew it, he was snoring again. Eliza rubbed her stomach and wiggled around. No position was any good. No matter what she did, it hurt. She could only think of the toilet. The money. Yes. She could think about that instead. Her rent paid, with some extra spending money on top. All she had to do was not fuck up on the home stretch. Money. Toilet. Poop. Roses. No. Rent. Rules. Professional. Obey. Roses. Poop. Toilet. Obey. OBEY!

Eliza didn’t know how long she’d been lying there, fighting a desperate fight against her body and its natural needs. She wiggled, grabbed herself, clenched and fought. Her eyes were droopy, but every time she was about to slip into sleep, another cramp woke her up. The cramps were getting more frequent, and harder to fight. Then there was an enormous pressure, starting in her tummy, a painful push that stung like a bee, then fastened around her midsection as if there were a fist squeezing her from the inside. Tears were forming in her eyes, and the pain continued. Eliza arched her back and lifted her butt to alleviate the pressure, and now it was spreading, downwards, pushing towards her colon. The pressure was now localized, and the pain was unbearable. Her poor muscles. Roses. No. OBEY!

Eliza lost the fight. With her diapered ass raised, her body pushed, whether she wanted it to or not. The mess began slipping out her back, pushing against the padding and spreading outward, then drooping down. The pain lessened with each push, and she was so tired of it, so out of it, she willed herself to push harder, anything to make the pain stop. As she continued emptying herself out back, her bladder gave out as well, and a warmth spread in her front, further lessening the pressure. The pee spread up her crack, soaking into the thirsty material, and pushed back to meet up with the mess in the back. Utterly devastated and defeated, Eliza sank down and felt the mush squish further out into her back. Then the smell hit her. An awful stink, impossibly to ignore. A hundred farts in one. Eliza almost gagged. The pain was gone, but now it was replaced by shame.

What she’d just done was on the top three list of her hard NO’s. There was no way in hell she was ever incorporating poop into anything sexual. Two of her clients had asked, and she’d taken to handing out a sheet with a list of what she would very much like to do, what she was open to, and at the bottom, the things she would under no circumstances do, whether the price was a penny or the Tower of London. Never. It was her own stupid fault, too. Her stupid block about pooping in front of someone—even in public bathrooms, alone in a stall, she couldn’t do it, she’d rather be in pain until she was home—and her stupid professional pride. ROSES. That was all she’d have to say, and Jonathan would suspend the play and allow her to go do her business in peace. There was no doubt in Eliza’s mind that he’d comply instantly. Everything she’d seen from him indicated that he was one of the good guys. Eliza lay there, silent, not wanting to deal with what she’d inevitably have to deal with. Maybe if she ignored it, it would all go away.No. That’s Little Eliza talking. Your problems don’t disappear if you hide your face behind a stuffed animal.

Eliza didn’t know if it was the smell or her whimpers, but John woke up, and instantly, he knew.

“Oh no,” was the first thing he said. “Oh, Eliza, sweetie.”

He took her in his arms and held her, for a long time. Eliza attempted to mumble “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid,” into his chest, but he shushed her and pacified her with little whispers and strokes of her hair. She didn’t have to think of anything sad to bring tears to her eyes. John wiped her tears away, and then he got out of bed. The smell filled the room like a cloud of shame.

“Let’s get you cleaned up right away,” John said. Quickly, he had his supplies ready, and then her butt was on a towel. He set about removing the tapes. The front was soaked, a blue stripe pointing to her belly button where a yellow one had been. John had her lift her butt into the air, and then he carefully slid the soiled diaper out from under her. Eliza didn’t dare to look at the mess. She closed her eyes as he used the front of the diaper to wipe away some of the dirtiness smeared all over her butt, and then he set about cleaning her with a bunch of wet wipes. The cold wipes gave her goosebumps. But the way he was cleaning her, the careful motions around her holes… Stupid brain. It was turning her on. Behind the shame was a layer of excitement. Eliza loved to be humiliated, but only on her own terms. Now that the acute phase of the shame was fading, she could see how this was the ultimate humiliation. An adult woman, pooping and peeing in her diaper and helplessly crying for Daddy to clean her up. No. This is stupid. It’s shameful. It’s no fun. It’s a hard limit, for fuck’s sake. And yet his motions were making her wet. It’s just mechanical stimulation. That’s it. Just like forced orgasms with a vibrator. Just like some rape victims get wet, and yet they hate it. Not that this is anything like rape—John isn’t doing anything he isn’t allowed to. He could be doing so much more to me right now. No. That was crazy talk. Bad precedent. Fucked up.

“I’m so sorry it came to this,” John said. “This isn’t acting, is it? You’re genuinely upset.”

Eliza nodded. His tone was soothing, like a real father talking to his infant daughter, although the words coming out of his mouth were those of one adult talking to another. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“No, it’s my stupid fault,” she said. “I could have said the safeword. I could have, but I didn’t. It’s just… I can’t do that in front of others. But then I ended up…” Her voice broke and she trailed off.

“I’m so sorry.” He was still cleaning her. Was she really that dirty? Eliza didn’t dare look. If she looked down and saw the mess with her own eyes, she might break down and cry again. Her back was arching a little more than it needed to. Willing or not, the stimulation was working.

“In the future, we’ll have to make a clause about situations like this.”

“In the future?” Eliza was surprised. She’d have thought he’d be too disgusted—that he was just being kind because he felt guilty, hiding his true feelings.

“I’m having the time of my life—I mean, I don’t enjoy seeing you hurt like this. I just mean, yesterday in general. You and me. I’d love to meet up again in the future. Hell, I’ll double the price, if that’s what it takes.”

Eliza opened her eyes. A peek downstairs: she was clean, and the dirty diaper was gone, hidden somewhere she wouldn’t see it. She certainly wasn’t about to go looking. He was still cleaning her, still tickling her in all the right places, but it seemed like he was doing it absentmindedly. John wasn’t turning her on on purpose, not for her pleasure or his. He was simply moving the wet wipe around as he was talking to her. Eliza thought for a moment. “Let’s say a 50 percent price hike,” she said. “That is, if you’re really not disgusted and just saying that to make me feel better. I can tell you’re a good guy.” A little moan escaped, and she reflexively covered her mouth. John didn’t seem to notice.

“Disgusted? Little one, how could I ever be disgusted by you? You’re the cutest girl in the universe.” Eliza blushed. Am I really lying here, enjoying this? Some of her clients were handsome businessmen—workouts five days a week, muscular chests, abs, pecs, biceps—probably too busy with their sixty hour work weeks to go out on the town and pick up a hot chick, although they certainly would be able to. She wasn’t foreign to the idea that paid sex could be good sex, for her too. Eliza had gotten into the business because she was a sexual creature, constantly craving stimulation. But to be so utterly degraded and yet to feel so good at the same time…

“You’re adorable,” John said. He was finally finished wiping, and taped her up in a new diaper as a matter of course. Eliza didn’t protest. Of course she should be diapered. She’d just emptied her bowels and bladder in her underwear. “You know what, I think we deserve breakfast in bed. How about some bacon and eggs?”

Eliza didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts. “Daddy,” she said. “Daddy, please don’t leave me.”

“Oh, sweetie.” He climbed into bed beside her. As he did, she noticed for the first time that he was hard. It was impossible to hide in his tight-fitting boxers. Oh, well. What did she expect? Wasn’t she here to turn him on and fulfill his fantasies? “I think you should sleep a little more, kitten. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, and then I’ll make breakfast and wake you up when it’s ready. Okay?”

She nodded. He put her head on his chest and she closed her eyes. Soon, she was drifting into sleep. She didn’t wake up when he slid out of bed, and he had to shake her gently to return her to the world of the waking. John had set two wooden trays on the covers, and on them, plates with bacon and eggs and white bread, and a glass of orange juice on the side. Eliza dug in. The smell of her mess was gone, replaced with a mix of something flowery—she suspected John had sprayed something in the air—and the delicious smell of warm, crispy bacon. Eliza wasn’t a vegetarian, exactly, but she mostly ate vegetables and fruit, rice and whole-grain bread. It helped her figure. Now she’d have two big meaty meals in one night and morning. Perhaps the steak was what had upset her stomach; or perhaps it was just the natural need to void after a certain time had passed. The bacon and the steak the night before reminded Eliza of how delicious meat could be.

“So,” said John. “It’s been quite a day, hasn’t it? I can’t believe you’ve taken to the role so well. I was afraid, well… I’ll admit, I’ve tried to get other partners to get into it. Never admitted the full extent of my fetish until, well, until Jane. But I’ve done, like, schoolgirl roleplay with previous exes. None of them managed to get really into it. You could always tell they were a bit uncomfortable with it. But you…” He stroked her hair. It felt so, so good when he did it. Almost better than some orgasms she’d had. Warm affection trumped cold hedonism, sometimes. “You,” John continued, “despite the unfortunate mishap earlier, you’ve almost convinced me you’re really my little girl.”

“That’s what you pay for,” Eliza said, munching on a strip of bacon.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth. It’s rude.”

Instantly, she was back to Little Eliza. “Sorry, Daddy.” She felt as if she’d swam to the surface, up to herself, her real self, only for someone to yank her back underwater.

“As I was saying,” John continued, brushing some strands of hair from her face, “you really know what you’re doing.”

Yes, she did. She also knew her limits well, and not to push too far past them. Certainly not with a client. A regular partner, perhaps, but to a client, she must always be in control. This was no time to expand your horizons.

“Rmphoses,” she mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Roses,” Eliza said, bacon and eggs clear of her mouth. There was no panic in her voice: she said it as if she were chatting about the weather.

John recoiled. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no,” Eliza said. “It’s just, I’m exhausted. I think the humiliation earlier was a little much. It wasn’t supposed to be part of the scene. I’m a little…” She sunk down into the pillows, almost toppling the glass of juice in the process. “Have you heard of sub drop?”

John shook his head.

“When a submissive has a particularly overwhelming emotional or physical experience during a scene, the release is like getting high. Like shooting heroin, almost. Not that I’ve ever done that, I just mean, it’s a feeling of infinite pleasure. But then there’s the comedown. You’re exhausted, spent, and suddenly all the negative thinking, all the prejudice and condemnation of society hits you like a brick. The terrible things you’ve been made to do or had done to you are just terrible, and no fun anymore. The submissive may get depressed, scared, anxious. That’s when you need to stop the scene and move on to aftercare. I think the breakfast in bed was a nice touch, it helps normalize things. You’re a natural.” Her throat was getting dry. She was used to delivering monologues—she had a whole spiel about safe, sane and consensual that she presented to most clients, unless her intuition told her it was unnecessary. She hadn’t delivered it to John. But now she was tired, and it was hard to focus. Usually, the words flowed out of her, but this time, she had to struggle to find them and arrange them in the correct order. “But it’s time to drop the roleplay. Let’s just be adults for the rest of our morning together, okay? I’m really sorry I couldn’t keep it up for the whole twenty-four hours. If not for my… my… the accident, it would have been no problem.”

Jonathan nodded. “Of course. Of course. Don’t think I’m gonna dock you in pay or anything. Let’s get you out of that diaper. I mean, sorry. You’re a grown woman, Eliza. Of course you can change out of your own diaper.”

She blushed. Eliza had almost forgotten about the bulk between her legs. At first, the dry and clean padding had felt heavenly, but then she’d gotten caught up in bacon and eggs. “I’m not quite done,” she said. Eliza imagined a waterfall and pushed. A little warm trickle seeped out into her diaper. It wasn’t much, but she could feel the wetness. Jonathan watched intently, although the diaper was hidden under the covers. “I’m wet,” Eliza announced. “I’d appreciate it if you’d clean me up before I change back into panties.”

It wasn’t a hard ask. He was quickly back with the wipes. Away went the damp diaper, and back came the good, warm feelings. “We’re renegotiating right now,” Eliza announced. “You’re allowed to rub a little extra down there. In fact, I must insist.”

“I thought you were spent?” Jonathan said.

“Not quite.” She had endured too much and been too worked up not to get the climax—and she was sure Jonathan would enjoy it.

He began to rub rhythmically. Soon, all the delicious humiliation found its release. Eliza shuddered as the pleasure began between her legs and traveled upwards. Now she was really spent.

They whiled away the last few hours in bed. Eliza, back in the panties she arrived in, taught Jonathan to praise her and tell her the things she needed to hear. Tell her how good she was, how much he appreciated her performance and presence, how well she had handled the challenges thrown at her, and to stroke her hair all the while. He was a quick learner. The dark clouds which had begun to form in her mind were preemptively dispersed. She asked him questions about his company, what it was like to make it big; he countered with questions of his own, about what she’d studied in college and why, and what it was like to be your own boss. She found the last bit amusing, coming from a multimillionaire entrepreneur, but she answered him truthfully, if at times a little generally (always cautious, never too personal). It was past 11:30 when she finally rose from bed. By now, Little Eliza was a distant memory. She was back in control. The professional.

Jonathan escorted her to the door. “I’d love to see you again same time next week,” he said. “And then we could renegotiate the thing about going out in public, if you don’t mind. It’s probably my ultimate fantasy. It would be totally discreet. No one but you and me would know.”

Eliza smiled. “I’m sure we can work something out,” she said. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then she was out the door. Jonathan watched the Metallica shirt walk down the porch to her car.

Eliza waved, and then she was off. Back to the real world. Back to roses.

Epilogue

“She’s the worst. She can’t do anything without making it look cute. I knew you’d love her,” Eliza said, sipping at her coffee.

“I don’t know about love,” said Jonathan, clearly a bit uncomfortable to be talking about his new crush. “She’s very sweet, I’ll give you that.”

“Sweet isn’t even the beginning of it. And I know for a fact she’s into the same thing you are. Did you bring it up with her yet?”

“No, it didn’t seem appropriate for a second date,” Jonathan answered.

“I knew you wouldn’t, which is why I might have mentioned something to her.”

“You did what?” Jonathan furrowed his brow. “You didn’t tell her… about us?”

“Of course not. Client-whore privilege. What happens in diapers, stays in diapers,” Eliza said and chuckled. She became suddenly aware that they were sitting in a crowded café, and any eavesdroppers could hear them discussing their fetish adventures. She glanced around, but no one seemed to pay them any heed. There was a murmur of conversation in indoor voices, drowning out their own if you were farther away than their table.

“I don’t like that you did that,” Jonathan said, although his demeanor was once again calm. Eliza couldn’t help but reflect on how much more confident he seemed than when they’d first met, six months ago. Now, he was sitting up straight, and when he spoke—and she didn’t throw him off balance like she’d just done—there was a quiet authority to his voice. Jonathan was now a man who was more accustomed to getting what he wanted, and if not, asking for it.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to help. Now you can’t help but bring it up to her soon, because she knows and you know she knows.”

“Shhh, she’s approaching,” Jonathan said.

Eliza heard a rustle of clothes behind her, and then a coated figure appeared at their table. Jenny wasn’t much taller than Eliza, golden hair tied in a braid behind her head and red lipstick. “Eliza!” She exclaimed, and stepped up to hug her. She held the hug a long time, shaking Eliza every which way. Jenny was clearly excited.

“What are you two lovebirds up to tonight?” Eliza asked.

“I was thinking the classic, dinner then a movie,” Jonathan said.

“I hope it’s not a long one,” Jenny said. “I always have to run to the bathroom when I’m watching a long movie. But then I can’t help but have popcorn, and you can’t have popcorn without a cold drink.”

“I know just the solution for that,” Eliza mused.

Jenny blushed, but you could tell she was thinking naughty thoughts already. “Oh, don’t get me started,” Jenny said. “What do you think, Jonathan?”

Jonathan was a bit flustered, but he quickly composed himself. “Who, me? About what?”

“Should we maybe go for a short movie?”

“I think you can handle yourself, sweetheart,” Jonathan said, putting his hand over hers.

“Oooh,” Jenny cooed. “I love it when he calls me stuff like that. Little nicknames and stuff. Where did you find this stud, Eliza? Why didn’t you snag him for yourself?”

Jonathan was frantically trying to signal to Eliza behind Jenny’s back. Please don’t say anything. Of course, Eliza had no intentions of doing so. “John and I met in a cooking class. He’s an excellent cook. You should totally cook for her at home, John, I know she’d love it.”

“That’s kind of you to say,” Jonathan said, clearly relieved.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” Eliza said. “Jenny, would you come with me?”

Jenny took the hint, and together they began making their way through the throng of Saturday café dwellers, taking a break from shopping and daily life. Eliza turned and winked at Jonathan, who blushed and began his hand signals again, but by that time Eliza had already turned around, and they’d made their way into the ladies’ room. None of the stalls were occupied, so they were free to converse. “So,” said Eliza, “did you do it yet?”

“No. But we did have some wonderful kisses. I was thinking tonight was going to be the night. I put on some sexy lingerie, but then I also packed some protection in my purse. I wasn’t sure if I was going to use it…” Jenny said. She surreptitiously gave Eliza a peek into her purse, where a small, pink disposable lay.

Eliza took her hand. “Honey, go into a stall right now and change. I promise you, you won’t regret it. He’ll love it.”

“How can you be so sure? How can you know so much about his kinks? Did you two…?”

Well, shit. Had she accidentally revealed her and Jonathan’s little secret? Come to think of it, Eliza would have suspected a fling if one of her girlfriends started telling her about what this cute guy she was trying to set her up with liked in bed. “No, nothing like that,” Eliza said. When she began the sentence, she didn’t know how to follow up, but she trudged on. If she hesitated, her cover would be blown. “John and I are good friends. He knows what I do for a living. He knows I’ve seen some weird shit, and don’t judge anyone for it. I’m the only one he could possibly talk about this stuff with. He was pretty down because he told a previous girlfriend about it, and it didn’t go so well. He wouldn’t go into detail at first, but I managed to coax it out of him. But never tell him I told you that.”

Jenny appeared satisfied with that answer. “Now, baby girl,” Eliza said, “get your cute butt in that stall and change before you have an accident.” She smiled and stuck her tongue out, and Jenny laughed, if a little nervously. But Jenny was, if anything, more submissive than Eliza even, and she did as she was told.

Eliza had met her a few months back at a fetish event. Jenny had been dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, with her hair in pigtails, and there was something unbelievably innocent about her. Of course, many people liked schoolgirl play without being into the full regression experience. But Jenny had seemed rather unsure of herself—it soon became clear this was her first live kink event—and Eliza, much more assured in her preferences, liked to gently introduce newcomers to the world of kink. She’d come to see herself as more than just a girl who enjoyed lots of steamy, kinky sex; more than just a prostitute who catered to unusual interests. Eliza wanted to help people achieve peace with themselves and gain confidence in their sexual proclivities, whatever those might be. It was especially important to help fellow women, since they were more susceptible to creeps. Even if no one outright assaulted them, Eliza didn’t want anyone to come away from their first kinky experience with a bad taste in their mouth. That might just lead them to denial of their true selves, which was a surefire recipe for mental issues and relationship troubles down the road.

She had guided Jenny to a sofa in a somewhat secluded room, sat her down and told her that she knew how overwhelming it must be to be thrust headfirst into the world of kink. “I’m rather experienced in these things,” Eliza had said. “I’m actually a sex worker who caters to various fetishes.” At that, Jenny’s eyes had gone wide. “Oh, does that offend you?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Jenny said, shrinking her body. Eliza put a hand on her shoulder.

“Relax, I’m joking. A lot of people react like that. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine, but I know kink, and I could help ease you into this. Help a sister out.”

Slowly, prodding carefully and most of all, engaging her ears rather than her mouth, encouraging at times but mostly sitting back to listen, Jenny’s story had come to light. How she had always been interested in childish things, how it turned her on to play at being a little girl, and how she wished for a strong, kind man to help her fulfill those desires. A light bulb had gone on in Eliza’s head instantly. She’d be perfect for John. But she had mentioned this to neither of them, instead continuing to nurture her relationship and build trust with each separately. Although no longer weekly, John had engaged her services sporadically ever since their first meeting. Eliza had quickly come to realize that rules are made to be broken, and she couldn’t keep up the facade that John was just a client. In another life, he might have been a great boyfriend, but Eliza’s interest in him lay more in the realm of friendship. He was so supportive and kind to her, taking such good care of her when they were together, but she, too, had to support and build him up, help him learn to fully accept who he was. To accept that his desires were legitimate, and to nurture the hope in him that there really was a girl out there for him who would participate enthusiastically in his interests, with no money on the table.

The first time Eliza had invited John out for coffee, “to talk as adults, as friends,” he had balked at her offer. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” he’d said.

Eliza was a bit taken aback, almost offended. Had she totally misread him? But she could see his misgivings. She, herself, had lots of misgivings about fraternizing with clients outside of work. It broke all her rules. Perhaps John thought he pitied her? Or that she was angling for more money with less work? “John,” she’d said on the phone, “coffee’s on me. Because I really like you and want to get to know you outside our professional relationship. We can never be together, you know, but I think we can be friends. I’d miss you if we didn’t see each other anymore, and I’m not talking about your money.”

At that, he had broken down. He couldn’t refuse her. Eliza enjoyed having that effect on people, although she worried she might be manipulative if she used her charm on friends outside work. “The way we each support and care for each other, at times one being the caregiver and moral support, at other times, the other, isn’t that what friendship is?” He had agreed. Since then, they’d have coffee or lunch once a week, whether they had an appointment or not. And two weeks ago, she had set up a blind date between Jenny and John. Even their names seemed perfect together, like those couples whose names roll so well off the tongue together that it feels weird to mention one without the other.

Jenny exited the cubicle while Eliza washed off her face with cold water. She knew that John preferred her without makeup, and frankly, that was fine by her. Having to get all dolled up could be a bitch sometimes, and it was refreshing to know that there was someone who found her sexier without it. “So, did you do it?” Eliza asked. “Did you put on your protection for me, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Jenny said, and bit her lip.

“Show me.”

Jenny lifted her sweater, then lowered her tights slightly, giving Eliza a peek at her pink waistband. At that moment, a woman entered the restroom, and Jenny scrambled to cover up her diaper, blushing madly.

Eliza put her arm around her. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Come on, let’s not leave your date hanging.”

“There you ladies are,” Jonathan said when they returned. “Tell me, did you stay in there gossiping?”

“None of your business,” Eliza said, smiling. Jenny sat down beside Jonathan and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Well, you two better get going,” Eliza said. “I expect to hear from each of you how it went.” She rose to leave, giving each of them a warm hug, and Jenny a secret little pat on her padded bum.

The next afternoon, Eliza received two phone calls in short succession. The first was from Jenny. “Oh my god,” was the first thing Jenny said.

“Baby, I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.”

“He was so sweet and we had such a nice dinner with some wine, and then we went to see a movie and, ooh, he picked the longest one there was! We didn’t even get through the credits before I started to feel like I had to pee. And then by the middle of the movie I was desperate! I looked for the exit sign, but then I just kind of gave up and tinkled a little in my… protection. And then it wouldn’t stop! I was soaked by the end of the movie!”

“Oh, I bet that felt good,” said Eliza. “You didn’t leak, did you?”

“No, it held up! But then he invited me home to his place, and I was super nervous because I really wanted to sleep with him, but what was he going to say when he found me in a wet diaper? I was so afraid he’d throw me to the curb.”

“I take it he didn’t,” Eliza said. “If he did, I’m going over there right now and kicking his ass.”

“No, no, he didn’t. We began making out on the couch, and then his hands started to wander down below, and I really wanted to feel him touch me there, so I let him. When he found the wet padding, his eyes went wide, and for a moment my heart stopped and I was thinking, my god, my life is over… But you know what he did? He asked me if I had a little accident!”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Well, obviously,” Jenny said. “But I couldn’t admit to that. I was just blushing and denying it, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He led me by the hand upstairs, and you won’t believe it… He changed my diaper! He had, like, a collection of different types!”

This is so sweet, Eliza thought. Sounds like it went exactly as planned. I’m so proud of John. He’s come so far. “That’s wonderful, sweetie.”

“It was amazing! We ended up having sex, and I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel so good about myself! I’m so grateful you didn’t snag him up while he was on the market, because now he’s mine and you can’t have him!”

“I’m so happy for you two,” Eliza said. “I don’t want him like that. But if you don’t want us to be friends, you’ll have to fight me for him.” They continued chatting for a little while, but then Eliza received another call, this time from John. “Jenny babe, we’ll have to talk later. I have another friend clamoring for my attention,” Eliza said.

“Oh my god,” was the first thing John said.

“You too? Are you two psychically linked already? I just spoke with Jenny, and she said the same thing,” Eliza said.

There was a tone of worry in John’s voice. “Oh god, what did she tell you?” He asked.

“Relax. She had a wonderful time. She’s claiming you—I couldn’t have you if you wanted to, she says. Watch out or she’ll pee on you to mark her territory.”

The line went quiet for a few seconds. “… Jonathan?”

“No, it’s just funny you should say that,” John said.

Eliza rolled her eyes, although she was smiling. “You two already got your kink on, I see.”

“You could say that. Yesterday, at the café, when you two were in the bathroom. You made her wear that diaper, didn’t you?”

“It was her idea. I just gave her the confidence to go through with it.”

“Well, I don’t know how to thank you,” John said.

“You can thank me by not becoming one of those couples who never have time for anyone but themselves. I expect we have a coffee date next week as usual, or I’ll have to come round to your house, tie you up and throw you in the trunk, because I’m not letting go of you that easily.”

“You’d do it, too, that’s the crazy part,” John said.

“Take good care of Jenny, and I’ll make sure she takes good care of you. You two are quickly becoming two of my favorite people, and I’m so happy you found each other.”

“With a little help from you.”

“Hey,” Eliza said, “I live to please.”

After she hung up, Eliza walked over to her bed stand. On it sat a stuffed animal John had given her, which—loathe as she was to admit it—had come in handy on cold autumn nights when she was alone in bed. Beside it was a flower vase. She leaned in and smelled the fresh red roses she had received that morning. The note only said, “Thank you,” with no name. Eliza didn’t know from whom, but she could take one good guess.

#stories I adore

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

can i talk about mcrp and societal norms rq

with the way that relationships/shipping/things of that nature work in mcrp it’s pretty safe to say that heteronormativity isn’t really a thing, and you could even go as far to say as it’s fully to the opposite end and has now become homonormativity (although m/f relationships are still around if a lot less common)

this brings up an interesting discussion as to how amatonormativity works, with the same connection to how the ccs and fandom portray/feel about romantic/sexual relationships and shipping within mcrp

while it’s incredibly common for ccs to jokingly flirt with their friends or even canonize romantic relationships within roleplay, it’s equally as common for ccs to explicitly ask not to be shipped in any way or at the very least not sexually

so in my humble opinion i would say that amatonormativity is not nearly as commonplace as it is irl, but probably exists to some extent, in most cases it just being that many people put varying degrees of emphasis on romantic or sexual relationships, but there’s most likely a lot less backlash or stigma when people express little or no desire to actually have a relationship like that

on the subject of stigma, in my experience the mcyt fandom overall is a pretty decent place for the most part in terms of acceptance, there’s a lot of queer acceptance and fucking around with giving characters weird genders and to a (unfortunately) lesser extent less stigma around physical and mental disabilities etc (this is still a little controversial from what i’ve seen); so i think that would also translate into mcrp like what i’ve said above into those things being a lot less stigmatized in mcrp worlds/etc

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#i wrote all of this so that i can talk about why my favorite mcrp characters are aroace and why they don’t know that #10piecetalks #mcyt #mcrp #mcytblr #meta #what do i tag this as

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 2

Roleplay: Suho

!sub Suho

Even without a script to work from, Junmyeon is always acting. Always creating a plot or a storyline, and always working to improve his skills. You oblige his requests, because despite not being a professional like him, acting is fun and helping your partner better his career is a blessing. Of course, you get something out of it too, because Junmyeon makes your scenes fun and always r-rated, a stark contrast from what his paid roles are. Starring in TV dramas, stage plays, musicals and the occasional movie, none of them even remotely similar to what you played out at home.

You would always laugh as he sets the scene, not knowing how long he expected you to keep in character. Dressing up in whatever clothes he would pull from the closet, always something different, where did he even get half of this stuff? You never complained though, he always made you look so pretty, so beautiful, innocent, breakable, powerful, whatever he was feeling that day.

“Excuse me?” He asks meekly, carrying a cup of coffee into the room, “Your cappuccino.”

You look up at Junmyeon from the dining table, a soft smile on your face, “Thank you, sweetheart,” You reply, “You may sit.”

Junmyeon places the cup and saucer down, admiring the heart shaped chocolate powder imprint he made in the foam of your coffee before moving to take a seat in the chair opposite to you. You are wearing a business-style button up blouse with a high waisted a-line skirt, pale stockings and heeled boots. You carry yourself with a professional air, playing into the position of CEO. Junmyeon is in businesswear too, looking sharp but with reservation. Anxiety oozes from him, nervous and unprepared for the impromptu meeting that you called. It isn’t often that a low-grade office worker has to meet with the head of the company, only happening if there is a serious issue, and that there is today.

“Thank you for meeting with me at such short notice,” You open up the dialogue after a moment of silence, “Would you care to tell me why you think that this meeting has been called?”

Junmyeon stares at you, eyes widened and lips settled in a pout, and you almost crumble before you have even started. He looks like a lost bunny, scared, confused, and so, so nervous.

“I… I think,” He stammers, eyes widening with every word, “Is it because of the report that got published?”

You smile at him, a sarcastic, intimidating smile, “That’s right,” You say condescendingly, “And what was wrong with that report that is now out for the world to see?”

Junmyeon looks as if he will burst into tears, god, he is such a good actor, he is thinking hard, you have really put him on the spot with this one.

“The numbers, miss,” He mumbles, “They were wrong… and now we could get in trouble.”

You nod at him, appreciating the honesty, but furious about the event. He is right, publishing financial reports that tell a completely different story to the truth is a crime, and the clean up that is required to rectify the issue is snowing the company under.

“Whose fault was it?” You ask, although you know the answer, “Tell the truth.”

“Mine,” He sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry… how can I show that I am sorry?”

You smirk at him now, having trapped him exactly where you want him. Sure, what he did was bad, but the tech team can have it overwritten quickly. You really just wanted an excuse to make him serve you as more than an employee.

“I want you to show me that you aren’t a complete failure,” You reply, purposefully nudging him in the leg with your own, “Surely you are capable in some aspect, right?”

Junmyeon’s eyes widen so much you fear they may pop out of his head, jaw dropping as he comes to process your request, your requirement, the payment for his mess up. He watches as you unbutton not one but two buttons of your blouse, cleavage on show for him, tempting him beyond his wildest desires.

“Oh, oh? Okay,” He nods, so subserviently, “How, how can I prove it?”

You get up from your seat, and walk around the table to stand in front of him just as he turns in his chair to face you. You trace his perfect jawline with your index finger, and lift his chin to make him look into your eyes and away from your chest.

“If you can make me cum today,” You smile at him sickeningly, “And every day for the rest of the week, I may let this instance slide.”

He moves to take your hands in his, and bravely pulls you down to straddle his lap. He is stronger than you thought, and you feel, thanks to how close he pulls you to him, that he is already hardening under you.

“I can do that,” He promises you, hands sliding up your skirt, oh he is not going to hold back, “That is something I am definitely good at.”

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kinktober masterlist

#kinktober #kpop kinktober #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop smut #exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #Suho #Suho smut #Suho fanfic #Suho x reader #Junmyeon #Junmyeon fanfic #Junmyeon smut #Kim Junmyeon #kim Junmyeon fanfic #kim Junmyeon smut

[rreskk]

DATING TREVOR PHILIPS: long headcanons

TW: Angst, smut.

-When you argue, you’ll be the one sleeping on the coach. He’s too stubborn to give up the shared bed.

-Messages you all the time when you are gone for more than a second.

-You receive nudes all the time as well… Especially during night.

-He’ll invite himself round just to nap on your bed. Apparently “your bed is like a cloud” but you know he just wanted an excuse to see you.

-You gonna have to deal with his addiction through the thick and thin. You’ll see him high and sober, angry and sad… Sometimes you sleep in your car to escape his emotional breakdowns

-He’ll cry about it the next day saying he’s awful, etc… Trevor never wants to lose you so he’ll suddenly become clingy whenever something like that happens.

-Expect sex being his apology. When he’s in the wrong, he’ll become more submissive and inferior. When you are in the wrong, he’ll be the opposite way round.

-Never going on fancy dates. You wanted to check out the newest night diner in Los Santos and Trevor rejected. He thinks it’s “all fake and the money ain’t worth it”.

-Fast food movie nights are the best dates anyway.

-He is very very very loyal. Whenever hes around other women and men, his eyes are only you. Literally. He’ll refuse to look at anyone else, despite being sexually…. Experienced before you.

-He’ll have sex anywhere but the bed. You’ve come to find this as he grows awfully horny when he’s not supposed to be.

-Won’t allow you to walk out wearing revealing outfits… not because he’s jealous, but because he steals your clothes to wear. The dress/shirt you have presented for the next morning, he’ll be wearing it.

-Can’t sit through a movie. He sleeps half way through.

-He’s your designated driver! You have the passenger privilege of being driven anywhere you desire.

-Both rejecting the offer of group meals with Michael and Amanda because… Well, you both find it difficult being around people who argue when you just wanna sneak off into the bathroom and have sex? (*cough cough* Trevor’s horny issue!!!)

-He’s quite kinky, as you’d expect. (Roleplaying, toys, switching positions, spanking).

-His favourite is surprisingly your police officer roleplay. He loves when you handcuff and dominate him.

-Will take offence when you don’t say “I love you” back to him.

-He’ll try and take on your hobbies so he has another excuse to be around you.

-You’d ask for a pet cat/dog and Trevor internally cringed at the responsibility.

-He’ll nickname you Mr/Mrs Philips.

-Arguments are common but most of the time it's 5 minute bicker before he gives in.

#trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #trevor philips headcanons #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft auto 5 #gta v #gta v trevor #trevor gta

[optimisticstudentangel]

Trying out some kinks with your partner

Warning: suggestive themes.

Diavolo and roleplaying

You liked your current relationship with the prince of the Devildom. He had all the right things in his personality. Such as his gentleness towards you, overflowing passion, special treatment which includes satisfying all your necessities, being open to try new things with you, and only you. Knowing that he is not able to say “no” to you, you suggested to do some roleplaying.

He loudly laughed. “Well. Aren’t you a curious one? Whatever makes you happy, I am happy to indulge.”

-          That easily, - you asked in whisper.

-          Why not, my lovely darling? I am intrigued to know your naughty phantasies, your unspoken desires… Will you tell me what exactly that you want?

-          I want to take the lead and be the dominant one. Our roles will change, making me your master, and you my obedient servant.  You will have to listen to my commands, is that clear? – you said with a confident voice. Diavolo was thrilled to see you in this light. He couldn’t say a word, but the blush on his face told you a lot. It was like a green light, that meant to keep going on.

-          Yes… my master, I am here to serve you and your pleasure.

Barbatos and handcuffs

It all started too quickly, unexpected even. You remember Mammon mentioning about Barbatos’ torture room, and you decided to ask the butler about it. All of this must have been silly rumors, to discipline some demons, especially not behaving ones, right?

-          Yes, Mammon is right. I do own a torture room – he answered in a monotone voice. He probably is tired of this question, because many curious demons like to bother him with it. “Why sudden interest?”

-          Umm… Could you show it to me, if you don’t mind of course?

-          Huh. All right. We might as well practice with some of my belongings, if you’d like – he stared at you with a smile. Was it a joke or…

He guided you to his room. It was full of doors, you were used to that, but you always wondered where he slept. He opened the old wooden door. Inside of the torture room was really dark. He snapped his fingers, and it momentously lit the light.

You observed your surroundings, you have never ever seen most of this torture devices.

-          Impressing… - you said, only to fill the silence. “It is… something…”

-          Heheh. Is there something particular you wish to experience? Or is it a simple curiosity… I see you gazing at my handcuffs.

-          You are very watchful, - before you finished the sentence, your hands were already restrained. How did he exactly do that? You weren’t able to bat an eye.  

-          You must be more careful, dear. It was a simple trick, that anyone can become master at. Would you like to see my other ones? I am willing to show all of them, to satisfy your never-ending curiosity. But don’t worry, they are not painful, in fact just the opposite.

Simeon and blindfolding

Simeon invited you to his room, telling you to rush. You came as quick as possible. He handed you a box that was wrapped with a red bow.

-          Huh?

-          Open it, my love! It’s a present for you. I saw this beautiful ring, and immediately thought of you, how it would look great on your soft fingers. And I especially enjoyed the idea, gifting you something, you’ll wear all the time.

-          That’s so sweet of you, Simeon! – you kissed him near to his lips, but not exactly. He caressed your waist, and came closer to you. One thing brings to another. And that’s when you find yourself being pushed on his bed.

-          Oh. I’ve got an idea. Give me a sec. – he got out of the bed, leaving you anticipating for his touch.

-          I will use this to cover your eyes, wouldn’t it be fun? I heard somewhere that this kind of play, makes people more sensitive, even light touches will leave intense effects.

Within seconds he folded your eyes with velvet ribbon. His tongue went up and down of your neck. You felt your arousal, and your hips started to form a friction. 

-          You really seem to be enjoying yourself, little lamb. Maybe I also should tie you up, so that your pleasure will depend on me?

Solomon and public places

You and Solomon were studying in the library till the evening. Every passing hour, sits became more empty, and most of the demons went home. You struggled to keep your attention on the book, looking at your phone, back and forth.  

-          Please, y/n, focus on the book. You will have plenty of time to waste when we will get home.

-          It’s easy for you to say. I am super bored, besides, didn’t we do enough for today?

-          Agh. If you keep whining this way, I will have no option, but to punish you… - he went silent, and then added “just kidding~”

-          Huuh?

-          Hahaha, you looked pretty shocked. But that’s cute. Maybe I indeed should do that, - his hands reached to your RAD uniform, and he started to take it off from you.

-          Wait! What are you- he silenced you in a passionate kiss.

-          Shhhh. Keep your voice down, or else somebody will hear us. You don’t want to be selfish, and disturb someone’s study session, do you?  

#obey me #obey me side characters #obey me diavolo #barbatos obey me #solomon obey me #obey me simeon #diavolo x mc #barbatos x you #simeon x reader #solomon x reader

[juanarc-thethird]

Weiss tells Winter about Jaune so she decides to come home to check on the man that is fucking their mother. But when they do meet Jaune by instinct flirts with her similar to how he did to Willow (maybe about Winter's chest). They're expect the tough Schnee specialist to be disgusted by that. However she instead let's her hair down and flirts back to see if this pirate wants her "chest".

Weiss: ...so after that mother took him to her room and they did indecent things!

Winter: Don't worry little sister. I'll take care of that jerk.

Weiss: Thank you so much Winter. (Hehehe, get ready Arc. My sister will kick your ass)

The two sisters walk through the halls looking for their mother and the jerk who is with her. She is not in her room, she is not in the living room, nor is she in the kitchen. They only have one place left to check, her father's office. Well, it's just an office now, since her parents got divorced. That's the only good thing that the two sisters feel they won in all that. They open the door and…

Willow: *Roleplaying* Mr. Arc, the stockholders will be here any minute. We have to stop. Aah~

Jaune: *Roleplaying* In that case you'll have to make me cum faster, Miss Schnee~ *Spanks her ass*

Willow: Oh fuck!~ Yes sir.

In front of the sisters was their mother wearing a secretary outfit, with pantyhose, her hair tied back and reading glasses. Jaune on the other hand was wearing a blue three-piece suit, with a white dress shirt and a gray tie. And apparently it seems that they are doing a little roleplay.

Winter: Mother?!

Willow: Winter?!

Jaune: Oh shit!

Weiss: Ha! We caught you red-handed!

Willow: I didn't know you were coming to visit us. If I had known-

Winter: You wouldn't be fucking him?

Willow: Umm *blushing* Well...

Winter: *sighs* Just get dressed and then we'll talk.

The sisters left the room for a while as Willow and Jaune made themselves presentable. After a while, they entered the office once again. Willow and Jaune sat on the big couch, while Winter and Weiss sat in individual chairs on the opposite side of the couch.

Winter: Mother, can you explain to me your relationship with that delinquent.

Jaune: Delinquent?

Willow: He's not a delinquent, *Hold his hand* he's my boyfriend.

Winter: Your boyfriend?! Weiss didn't tell me that.

Weiss: *nervous* ...I forgot?

Winter: *sighs* Mother, just tell me everything.

Willow: Well, where do I start.

While they talk, Jaune was silent thinking about how to de-escalate this situation.

Jaune: (Ok Jaune, it's time for you to use that big brain of yours. Goal, convince Winter that I'm here for her mother, nothing else)

Jaune watches winter to see what kind of person she is and from there form a plan.

Jaune: (Hmm.. Obviously she is in the military, she has a good education from the way she spoke, and she must do a lot of exercise to be able to take care of that figure. Maybe I can...)

Jaune's eyes were distracted for a moment when he saw Winter's chest.

Jaune: (My God! She has a huge- No no no, control yourself Jaune. You almost screwed up with Willow, you do something stupid and she'll kick your ass for sure.)

Outside the room

Yang: What's going on?

Nora: *With her ear at the door* Jaune is in trouble again. Weiss's mom tries to explain what's going on, but Winter sounds upset.

Back to the room

Willow and Winter continue to talk. What are they talking about exactly? Jaune has no idea. The only thing he has on his mind is to try with all his will not to stare at Winter's chest.

Jaune: (Come on Jaune, you can do it. Concentrate, you can not fall into temptation)

At that moment Winter sounds annoyed and gets up from her seat to lean on the coffee table in front of her. By doing that her chest bounces a little, this didn't escape Jaune's gaze.

Jaune: (Oh my God~ No! Come on Jaune, you're not a horny dog. You're a man! You're a man who controls his own carnal desires!) *Looks at Winter's chest bounce again when she seats back* (God damn it! Keep it together Jaune!)

Winter: Are you okay?

Jaune: Who? me?

Winter: Yes you, the only one who is acting weird.

Jaune: *Nervous* I'm not acting weird.

Winter: You're acting weird right now! Are you hiding something?! Do you feel guilty?! Confess!

She gets up from her seat once more, leans back on the coffee table, and gets closer to Jaune. With each movement of hers her chest bounces and moves from side to side. Jaune can't decide to look at her face or at her generous chest.

Jaune: *Blushing* Could you step back a little, please.

Winter: *She gets closer* Why? Does this make you feel uncomfortable?

Jaune: Well... *Looking at her chest just inches away* (Dear god~ How I wish I could lay my face on those melons~)

Winter: Why don't you look at my face?! What are you hiding?! Tell me!

Willow: Winter please calm down!

Winter: I won't calm down until I know the truth! What do you really want, Jaune?!

Jaune: I...! (They are so round~)

Winter: Say it!

Jaune: I...! (They look so soft~)

Winter: SAY IT!

Jaune: I want to bury my treasure in your chest!!

Winter: *Blushing* Huh?!

Weiss: What?!!!

Willow: Oh my!~

Outside de room

Nora: Yep, Jaune fucked up.

Ruby: What happened?

Nora: He told Winter that he wants to bury his "treasure" in her "chest."

Yang: Nice~

Blake: You know he's a dead man, right?

Yang: Still, Nice~

Ren: *sigh* I'll go get the first aid kit. Oscar, please call the ambulance.

Oscar: Ok

Back in the room

Jaune: *Panic* I'm sorry! I did not mean that! It's just that I was under pressure and I try to control myself, but you keep going and... I don't act this way ok! I swear!

Weiss: How dare you say that to my sister! She would never let someone like you touch her!

Winter: Weiss, please calm down. You don't have to be so harsh with him.

Weiss: But sister...

Winter: Just look at him. You can tell that he is embarrassed by what he said.

Jaune: I'm so sorry Winter. I didn't mean it.

Winter: You didn't? Are you sure, because I am willing to help you hide your big treasure~

Jaune: *Blushing* I'm sorry?

Winter: I think I was very clear, Jaune. *She lets her hair down* I want you to take your treasure and bury it in my chest~

Weiss: *Worry* Wh-What's going on?

Willow: I'll tell you what's going on. Your sister wishes to spend a good evening with my darling. So you be a good daughter and leave us alone with this stud~ *Hugs Jaune*

Weiss: But...

Winter: You heard mom, get out of the room and let us enjoy this moment. *She begins to unbutton her blouse*

Weiss: But!...

Winter: Oh my god, just leave.

Suddenly Winter used her glyphs to drag Weiss out of the room and lock the door.

Weiss: *Banging on the door* Open the door! Don't you two dare to fuck my friend! YOU HEARD ME!

Winter: Oh fuck! Is so big~

Willow: Now you know why I can't take my hands off him~

Yang: Damn, two girls and they are mother and daughter. Respect.

Weiss: Shut the fuck up Yang!

Yang: Jeez, don't be mad at me. Your mom and sister are the ones fucking him.

Weiss: I swear to God, I will… AAAAHH!

After yelling, Weiss walks away. Ruby was going to talk to her but Blake stops her.

Blake: Let her go, she needs some time to blow off steam.

Winter: ...Oh Jaune!~

#jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #jaune #winter #winter schnee #rwby winter schnee #rwby winter #rwby willow #rwby willow schnee #willow #willow schnee #rwby weiss #rwby ruby #rwby blake #rwby yang #rwby ren #rwby nora #rwby oscar #rwby #rwby smut #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #lie ren #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #Oscar pine

[windudemon]

my criticism of 16 types and their supposed sexual preferences

reacting to this: https://onlinedoctor.superdrug.com/personalities-and-preferences/

istj – least likely to vocalize what they want in bed?

istjs are si doms so they know what makes them feel good the best along with isfjs. they are traditionally-minded people, they are not interested with wierd stuff anyway. so there’s not much to vocalize for them. if you are able to keep it hard and continue pumping that should do.

infj – masturbates the least often?

they are ni doms and high fe users so they will definitely say that to be classier or something. but is it true? i don’t think so. intjs should be pretty much the same too, at least.

intj – favorite position is doggy style?

now that’s pure bullshit. intjs are actually fi secret agenda. they would open their hearts only if they really love somebody and they would desire a deep bond and doggy style is one of the least intimate positions.

enfj – second most willing to use toys?

enfjs are se users so they will have a healthy++ sex drive. then they are also one of the most progressive-minded people so i can see this.

istp – most willing to have threesome? most strongly prefers to be controlled in bed?

i mean maybe istp males, for the first part. i think “controlled in bed” is too much but i can see how (with inferior fe) they need a partner who take the lead, who initiate things (this would also apply to intps, therefore)

esfj – least willing to have a threesome and least willing to anal?

makes sense. sfjs are high si users so they will be very unwilling to try new wierd sensations, especially with the butt hole.

infp – most difficult to satisfy in bed? most likely to be mistaken about their sexual preferences?

i can see the second part because infps are sensitive souls and they tend to be shy so you may think they are gay or something, especially men. i can also see how first part can be true. not because they require some special sexuality shenanigans though. they would be hard to satisfy if emotional connection isn’t authentic, that would be the reason. a lot of foreplay and petting to warm them up does the trick.

esfp – least willing to experiment with the same gender.

bullshit. esfps are one of the most freaky and physically experimental types. i would expect the exact opposite. i would expect esfps to be openly gay and not giving shit.

enfp – most willing to experiment with the same gender.

ne is pretty much open-mindedness so they would experiment indeed. would they stick with, is another question. much like we will see with entp.

estp – least willing to try toys. least likely to be mistaken about their sexual preferences.

straight as an arrow!

estj – highest average number of sexual partners? most satisfied in bed?

haha. wierd claim. maybe because estjs work hard and they tend to have money so they attract all the gold diggers and dependents and stuff.

entj – most willing to try sex toys, roleplay, participate in bondage. most strongly prefers to be in control in bed.

makes sense. enfj but harder.

intp – lowest average number of sexual partners.

they would rather fuck your brains.

isfj – least adventurous in bed.

yes, but not necessarily low on sex drive or anything. they will even initiate things. it’s just, much like esfjs, they won’t be into wierd sensations such as anal or bdsm stuff and whatever.

entp – most willing to have anal sex?

if you are all about possibilities that possibility also comes to mind. will they like it? maybe a little. in the end, it’s too much work for them. you can’t be just like alrighty let’s have anal sex tonight. you gotta prepare for it, which is disgusting, a lot of work and entps are lazy.

isfp – second most likely to be mistaken about sexual preferences.

makes sense. being an introverted feeling dominant as a male can be confusing for others. for example, i type kurt cobain an isfp and he has said things like he himself thought he was a gay.

#16types #cognitive functions #enfj #enfp #entj #entp #esfj #esfp #estj #estp #infj #infp #intj #intp #isfj #isfp #istj #istp #mbti #personality types #socionics

[krovscastlerpg]

Please reblog this list of anons in order to participate in the event. For players with multiple characters, please only reblog these posts ONCE on your main character account and tag your other participating character accounts in the caption below in order to avoid spamming the dash with the reblogged M!A lists.

Remember to send out anons to other players participating too!

Rule #63: Muse has been physically transformed into the female version of themselves. The effect lasts for 72 hours.

Leather: Muse must wear a leash and collar, becoming extremely horny as a result. If another mun sends this off anon, the muse must be their character’s slave for the duration and do whatever they ask. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Hate Fuck: Muse has this sudden and deep desire to fuck the person they hate the most or whoever anon specifies to be the target of the muse's newfound ire for them. Hey, passion is passion, whether it's loathing or loving. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Role Reversal: Muse's personality becomes the complete opposite of how they usually are. Hard-working becomes lazy, a kind person becomes mean, someone patient would be short-tempered, good becomes evil, and so on. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Roleplay: Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume and can’t remove it. This can be specified by the anon or chosen by the mun. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Take It Off: Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said. They can’t put their clothing back on for one hour after removing it. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Unlucky: Muse is plagued with some seriously bad luck. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Weathervane Mood: Muse's emotions now dictate the weather around them. Feeling sad might cause dark clouds and a downpour, anger could create wild thunderstorms and winds, happiness would bring on sunny and warm days, etc. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Say My Name: Muse will have a sudden orgasm every time someone says their name. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Honest Abe: Muse is unable to tell lies and will be forced to speak the truth with any question they’re asked. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Freaky Friday: Muse has swapped bodies with another character of anon’s choosing (both muns of the characters involved must agree to this FC swap before answering anon on the dash). The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Irresistible: There’s just something about the muse today. Anyone who comes across the muse will be unable to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they’ll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it’s not for an interview. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Bound: Muse will be physically chained/handcuffed to [anon decides] and can't break free until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Mask Off: Oh no! Does your muse have a human disguise hiding their true form? Not any more! Any disguise hiding a supernatural’s true form is now broken with no way for the character to restore it until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Bleeding Out: Anon specifies a sudden injury that can be anything from as minor as a paper cut to something more severe and life-threatening that manifests on the targeted muse's body. If anon doesn't specify an injury and the muse already possesses healed scars, those scars will rip open fresh as the day they were received. Muse will not die (even though they may feel like it) from these wounds and will heal back to normal once the spell ends. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Spring Fever: Muse, regardless of their species, has been afflicted with the stereotypical symptoms of the common cold –– sneezing, coughing, congestion, runny/stuffy nose, chills, headache, fever, etc. Muse can only recover once the spell ends. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Kinky Boots: Muse is now dressed in some sort of fetishwear (crossdressing, bondage gear, chastity devices, body harnesses, anything leather or latex or other material, etc.) either at the anon’s specification or left to the mun’s choosing and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed this way the more aroused they’ll feel. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Flesh: Muse is insatiably horny and sensitive as if their whole body has become an erogenous zone. They also crave rough sex (being thrown/throwing their partner against a wall, biting, scratching, etc.). May need repeated rounds until feeling satisfied. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

It’s Not the Midas Touch: Everyone that the muse touches will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops? The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Species Change: Muse now has all the traits and abilities of a different species specified by the sender. Unspecified can be left up to the receiver to decide at random. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

#krovscastleevent #krovs spring mischief 2024 #spring mischief magic anons

[kathyprior4200]

Hazbin Hotel Season One Episode List (reordered/remastered by HelluvaScribe)

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 1: “Overture” (Focus: Charlie)

Charlie meets with Sera, Emily, Adam, and Lute at the Heaven Embassy to discuss her issue of Sinners being killed by the Exorcists who are both male and female in this version. Adam swears less and is more of a tragic villain than a sexist swearing jerk. Sera explains that Sinners are killed to balance out Hell’s overpopulation and worries that too many demons will rise against Heaven due to Roo’s influence. She realizes that Sinners and Hellborn who die become food for Roo, but not knowing how to stop the chaotic eldritch goddess from taking over all the worlds (who is watching Sera, Lilith, and Alastor also), she allows Adam to continue his killings to at least stop the overpopulation and satisfy her master Roo. But to Charlie, it appears that the angels want to instill fear and control them like Lucifer told her in her childhood. Sera explains that she doesn’t like seeing Charlie’s people killed but at the same time, it can be considered a freedom from their immortal suffering in Hell. Charlie then proposes to create a rehabilitation hotel to redeem Sinners, to get them to do behaviors opposite to their sins in life, this method would then weaken Roo and increase Heaven’s safety. Adam and Lute still hate all demons and Lucifer because of how they were raised, but with the persuasion of Emily, Sera is willing to give Charlie a chance. Sera gives Charlie six months to redeem a Sinner before the next Extermination. With more people going to Hell in the modern world, Roo becomes stronger, thus the Exorcists try to eliminate more demons who they suspect may be under her control (Sinner and Hellborn alike). The Hazbin Pilot continues after the meeting, Alastor, Husk, and Niffty enter and the hotel commercial is made. Song: “Chasing Rainbows”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 2: “Radio Killed The Video Star” (Focus: Sir Pentious and Vox)

Sir Pentious arrives at the hotel threatening to destroy it, but is defeated by Alastor. He is taken in by Charlie and she tries to do the clapping game, trust falls, and the no drugs roleplay, but Angel Dust and everyone thinks it’s stupid. Vox and Alastor get into a heated rap battle. After Vox loses the battle, Vox plans to use Sir Pentious as a spy to humiliate Charlie and the hotel on TV and it works. Charlie nearly gives up her hotel project, but Angel Dust catches Sir Pentious as a spy. Sir Pentious apologizes to Charlie and she forgives him, but he and everyone else don’t trust each other. Song: “Stayed Gone”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 3: “The Brain” (Focus: Baxter)

Baxter enters the hotel, creates his lab and plans to take over Hell, and sings about his backstory. He and Sir Pentious get into an argument over who’s the best inventor. Baxter later searches for cactus juice to use against his enemies, leading him to a desert. Charlie and friends go after him and after being tied up by outlaws, Baxter rescues them. Baxter unleashes a giant sea monster once they return to the hotel. Song: “Hell Domination”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 4: “World’s Fair” (Focus: Baxter, Sir Pentious)

Sir Pentious and Baxter argue over who is the better inventor. Charlie tries to curb Angel Dust and the client’s desires to use weapons. Only for a weapon’s expo to tempt them. Alastor’s shadows cause mischief, making Baxter and Sir Pentuous more angry at each other. They both sign up and during the sign up, Vox mocks Sir Pentious and tricks him into revealing the location of Angel Dust’s pet pig Fat Nuggets. Using the pig to bring Angel Dust and the hotel staff against each other, he sends Velvet to the hotel to steal the pig. The expo goes underway with contestants from all the Rings in a singing and weapon display acts including Helluva Boss inventors, judged by Carmilla Carmine the top weapon’s dealer. Sir Pentious is tempted by Vox to experiment his ray gun on the pig to win the contest and Vox’s approval but Sir Pentious nobly trips and works with Baxter to save Fat Nuggets and return him to Angel Dust. The crew return to the hotel on Baxter’s sea monster. Song: “Sir Pentious vs Baxter”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 5: “Hell’s Hyena” (Focus: Crymini, Husk, Angel Dust, Katie Killjoy/Tom Trench, Velvet)

(Crymini and Cherri Bomb cause trouble/vandalize the hotel – Husk takes her in, she talks with him at the bar several times. Crymini causes trouble as she sets fire to things and does graffiti on the walls and plays loud punk rock and metal at night…earning a bad review from Katie Killjoy, Tom Trench and Velvette as they do a surprise inspection on the hotel to try and ruin Charlie’s rep once again. Thankfully, Crymini scares them off and rips their papers.)

(Crymini, Angel, Charlie, Vaggie and Husk go to a carnival and Crymini is upset at Husk telling her what to do)

(Crymini runs off and shops with Loona and Octavia at Stylish Occult, becoming fast friends. Sadly, Loona and Octavia do not take her offer to check out the hotel yet.)

(Crymini later gets attacked by a rival hellhound gang, her hellhound group fights them off, but she gets terribly wounded. Her gang, all grown up, says “you’re on your own, we let you couch surf, but now we have better things to do than babysit.” This creates a flashback to Crymini being neglected/abused by her mortal parents, neglect at foster homes, her 90s hazing death, and almost being homeless like Loona but finding work in the porn model industry. Narrowly escaping the Hellhound gang (and an evil Valentino) she begs to stay at the hotel. Husk takes her in, and she lets out her feelings to Husk at the bar…they apologize and have their father-daughter moment, teaching her card tricks and sharing drinks. She, Husk, Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb get along, but she is more tense with Vaggie and Villa).

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 6: “Masquerade” (Focus: Angel Dust, Husk, Valentino)

Charlie decides it’s time to put her ‘Princess’ status to use with Angel’s boss. Song: “Poison” In Part 2, Angel endures a rough day of work on the porn set. His abusive director feeds his drug habits and brings him down. After he returns home and suffers yet another rejection from Husk, he leaves and nearly gets himself into serious trouble, only saved by Husk intervening. The two have a more real conversation and a more solid friendship blossoms.” Songs: “Poison” and “Loser Baby” (no singing Angel in Loser Baby)

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 7: “Angel In The Dust” (Focus: Angel Dust, Aracknis, Henroin, Valentino)

“Things get ugly when Angel Dust encounters his homophobic mafia boss father and his cynical brother Arackniss. It gets worse when a rival gang tries to attack the hotel with angelic weapons. Angel Dust has to confront his family and his past, making a decision to continue his redemption journey.”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 8: “I Wanna Be Loved By You” (Focus: Mimzy, Alastor, Charlie)

Mimzy, a rundown jazz club owner in debt, seeks refuge at the hotel. Her presence attracts loanshark collectors, who not only want their money back, but her blood. The Hazbin gang are forced to protect her from the collectors, despite her being a bit of a diva. Vox sends loan sharks after Mimzy.” Song: (1920s jazz Alastor Mimzy duet: “I Remember Now”)

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 9: “The Helsa Hotel” (Focus: Charlie, Vaggie, Helsa, Sevaithan)

“Charlie runs into her old boyfriend and her princess rival at a dinner party/Baphomet Ball hosted by the Von Eldritch family. Part 2: When Helsa creates a rival hotel for the rich to outshine the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie must plan on bringing it down.”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 10: “Deadly Grace”

 “In this 2 part Episode, we learn of the origins of the Sinner Carmilla Carmine and Vaggie as a Sinner turned Exorcist turned demon. We see her ex-Exorcist life.”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 11: “Unholy Romance”

“Charlie is distraught after learning that Vaggie is an Exorcist. Vox uses the information to brainwash the demons of Hell against Charlie and her friends. Charlie must find a way to forgive and reconcile with Vaggie.” Song: ?

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 12: “Cherri Bomb’s Away!”

Angel Dust’s reunion with Cherri Bomb gives him an opportunity to show how far he’s come.

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 13: “Welcome to Heaven”

“Charlie goes to Heaven to try and prove that her clients are improving. Not having fully fixed their relationship, Vaggie becomes jealous when Charlie forms a bond with Emily. Since there was no proof of redemption, Sera allows Adam to continue the exterminations.”

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 14: “Hello Rosie!”

Charlie and Alastor recruit demons to protect the hotel. Rosie reminds Charlie that her hotel is about redemption and she and Vaggie finally come back together.

Hazbin Hotel (Helluva Scribe Remix) Season 1 Episode 15: “The Show Must Go On”

Charlie and her team fight the Exorcists. Vaggie earns her wings after defeating Lute, Charlie fights Adam until Vaggie delivers the finishing blow. Lucifer arrives and helps the gang rebuild the hotel. Lute demands Lilith to go down and defeat the Hazbins. The Vees plan their next brainwashing/technology scheme while the Eldritch family is up to no good. Sir Pentious becomes an angel and Adam becomes a demon.

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twenty-three. 21+ mum. dead dove 🕊️. semi-active on here but always on discord. nsfw roleplays. original + canon muses.

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