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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 4 months

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When He Has Wealth And Riches

@/igorcampbell out here making amazing art that keeps inspiring me bvfbhifbv im sorry to be spamming you lol

Based on this post I wrote who versions of a fic

First Rating: Teen | warnings: none

Second Rating: Mature | Warning: prostitution

You arrived at the dinner reservation first, usually, Norton always is here first but not this time.

You go ahead to the arranged seating in the far back away from the view of most of the restaurants. That is kinda strange but okay, something different, maybe this is more romantic? The lighting is more romantic with red hues.

You just drink water for now, fix your makeup anxiously, and then play with the napkin. Oh, maybe this is too much, this place looks expensive… You never mind the local dates he would take you, in fact, you like those as it feels more personal. You feel watched here, judged, you know that is your anxiety talking but still.

You kinda want to go home.

“Aren't you look especially beautiful tonight?”

You perk up at the sound of his voice then look shocked at his outfit, “Norton?”

“What? Surprised I cleaned up well?” The outfit makes him look like a completely different person, which granted, you noticed he changed after coming back from Golden Cave. Things started looking up for Norton Campbell and he wants to share that with you.

Sliding beside you in the booth, he grins, “Sorry about the wait, I needed to put my best face on.”

“You look very handsome.” The claws are an interesting touch, “This place is different from the other place. Are you sure this is okay?”

He laughs low and smooth, “Pft, this place could barely make a dent in my pocket.” He taps the menu, “Order anything you want.”

You pick up the menu and then stare at it while is looking at you with a coy smile and his eyes wandering your handsome face.

“Norton?”

“Yeah?”

“I can't read Italian.”

“...”

Long story short: you did order something. It was small and tasty but not worth the price Norton had to pay for it along with the wine he drank most of (he did not seem to care though), but he did take you back to the old spot he used to take you for a better meal.

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The money is a case, tossed on the table with a loud clack as it busted open and money flies out and falls all over the floor. You get up from your position on the bed that was lazy and not bothered by him bargaining unannounced. The toss of the suitcase did make you jump though.

“Campbell?” Kneeling and picking up the wrapped stacks of American hundred dollar bills, “How in the hell?!” You look at him and the most arrogant grin on his face, as if he won the game of cat and mouse between you both. “Norton, please tell me you didn't rob a bank just because I fucked you good.” Rolling your eyes.

“Ha, you're good but you aren't worth prison.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god,” Sitting on the foot of the bed, “You'll be surprised what I heard people will do for another night of pleasure.” But you are still confused by the case of money, “What is all this for though?”

“I’m buying you out.”

You raise an eyebrow then laugh at him, “Norton, I told you already: you can buy me for as many nights as you want but I work here.”

“And I giving you a way out of this line of work.” Crossing his arms.

“‘Giving?’ That’s a rather strong word coming from you, Campbell.” Crossing your arms, “So let me rephrase that statement for you,” Clearing your throat as you then mock his voice, “I’m buying you to keep you out of the hands of other men.”

The grin is not faltering on his face, “I have the means and you always said diamond and money would be the only way to keep you,” He gestures to the money with one hand, “The money,” His other hand pulls out a diamond tear style necklace from his pocket, “The diamonds.”

“Norton,” Standing you awestruck by what you are seeing, “H-how? Norton, please, what did you-- My God, those are beautiful!” Walking past the table to him to touch the necklace. It is everything you imagined, shining in the light and cold to the touch, “Are these for me?”

“Of course they are! But…” Pulling them slightly away, “Only if you agree to be mine.” Serious in tone and expression.

“Of course! Anything! You have me!” Agreeing without thinking. This means freedom, money, and diamonds. You can be taken care of without worry! You know he is obsessed with you, miners get like that with pretty things but he kept to his word about getting you out of here. No more cat house, no more clients, no more wishful dreams. You will have a new cage and leash but will be in a proper luxury and your leash made of diamonds.

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lotstradamus · 1 month

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inspired by the manchester anon haha but do you have any tips and suggestions for visiting leeds? 🩷

I've lived here for 2 years now (!!!) but somehow I still don't really know my way around and just go to the same 5 places and use google maps to get anywhere else. it's sad. but here's some shit I love:

Grindhouse - cheap drinks, loads and loads of seats, never too full, music a reasonable volume, and they project 80s movies on the back wall. we once sat in here for 2 hours cos Stand By Me was on. one time we watched the bar staff earnestly tell a group of women on a hen do that the bar was closed and they weren't serving any more drinks, at 7:45pm. 10/10.

Rudy's - only 9 cities* in this fair nation have a Rudy's, so I'm going to keep reccing it for everyone else. perfect Neapolitan pizza. *Leeds, Manchester, Sheffield, Birmingham, Nottingham, Durham, London, York, Liverpool - if you live in one of these places and haven't been to Rudy's yet, sort it out.

Neon Cactus - go here on a Wednesday and order wings, and you'll get half price margs. lots of great Mexican scran. don't take anyone too picky or over 50, because the price for the great food and vibes is that at least one thing you order will be incorrect. but roll with it. half price margs, man.

Empire Cafe - book in advance if you want to sample the delights of Empire Cafe, cos there's like 6 tables max. everything is seasonal, changes on the daily, and is insanely delicious. if you want to experience heaven, order the steak and chips with salsa verde. there is NOTHING like it.

Stuzzi - another seasonal, small plate sort of place, but Italian. amazing food and a gorgeous restaurant. go with a big group and order one of everything.

Eat Your Greens - ANOTHER seasonal restaurant! this one is farm-to-fork and organic. I can’t speak to the quality as I haven’t actually been, but I am a frequenter of their GREENGROCER, which is MEGA. last time I think I left with natty wine, pâté, some insane tinned fish, a jar of harissa and a bag of sunset potatoes. if you like food, go here.

SARTO - fresh, handmade pasta and picky bits. another great place to go with a group and order all the starters. I had a celeriac pasta there last year that I think about on a fairly regular basis; I picked it cos it was the weirdest sounding thing on the menu and it was fucking mouthwatering. good quality and good people! and it's next door to The Wardrobe, so perfect for a pre-gig tea.

Santiago Bar - like Grindhouse (alternative, casual) but the music is louder and you'll find yourself doing tequila shots at 1am and screaming along to, like, Don Broco. it's the best.

Blue Collar Boys - as a rule I hate 'vintage' clothes shops (overpriced, ugly, everything is XXS), but this place seems to specialise solely in American t-shirts and sweatshirts from the 90s in exactly my size, and everything is £10. this is amazing and a huge bargain if you find something like vintage Wranglers and a Playboy bomber jacket (£20, my wife) but not so amazing or a bargain if you find 3 t-shirts with holes in (£30, me). we've never been without finding shit we love. they only open on random weekends, and they always seem to have more stuff than they could possibly ever sell. it's a freaky vintage alternate universe.

The Corn Exchange - a big gorgeous ol' building full of little businesses. vintage, handmade, tattoos, coffee, jewellery, independent brands, yarn, shoes, a barbers, a bookshop, they've got it all. very easy to spend £100 and 6 hours. every so often they have a market on the bottom floor. perfect tiny representation of Leeds: quirky, independent, delicious, cool.

Silver's Deli - this is a 9-minute train ride away in Bramley (my ends!) but has become THEE buzzy foodie spot recently. go on a sunny saturday morning (cos you will probably have to sit outside) and order the everything sandwich. thank me later. if they have scotch eggs or sausage rolls on, I beseech you, order both. and if you want the sunday special prepare to get there at 11 and fight.

Against the Grain - if you've come to Bramley for Silver's, you may as well trundle 10 minutes up the road and visit the best bar in Leeds. cosy, casual, full of locals, hidden in Swinnow Mills. it's a sit-around-and-chat-to-people sort of place, with bonus charcuterie boards AND a pizza van on weekends. we are here A LOT, because Gray's Salon and Rose and Thorn Tattoo are both in the Mill, and we give them all our money. oh! and dog friendly. sooo many dogs.

Project House/Galleria - if you've gotten the train out to Bramley for Silver's and ATG, jump on the 72 back to town and get off at Project House to eat MORE food. Galleria is a great place to get breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and Project House has EVERYTHING (depending on the day). yoga! gigs! vintage fairs! a bi-annual tattoo convention meets makers market with food vendors called Hand of Glory! check what's on and head on down to support local!

Kirkstall Bridge Inn - another one local(ish) to me, but worth travelling out of town for; a PROPER pub (i.e. no tv, no sports, no shite) that does roasts upstairs and lets dogs in downstairs. outdoor seating right by the canal, and every so often they put something on and the car park turns into a tiny festival. Kirkstallpalooza is a highlight. great place to finish a nice canal walk (who am I?!).

tl;dr sorry that this is obnoxiously long, I love Leeds

#BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH #answered #oh let’s add Belgrave to this too. great pizza and vibes

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virtchandmoir · 8 months

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Tessa Virtue Shared Hers & Fiancé Morgan Rielly's Fave Toronto Restaurants For Date Night

"It's a real melting pot of different cultures and cuisine."

October 24, 2023

Skating icon Tessa Virtue lives in Toronto with her fiancé Toronto Maple Leafs star Morgan Rielly and she says they have a lot of fun exploring the city's booming food scene for their date nights.

Virtue spoke to Narcity following a special ceremony during which she was inducted into the Canadian Sports Hall of Fame with her former skating partner over of 20 years, Scott Moir.

During the call, the Olympic athlete also talked about one of her favourite aspects of living in Toronto.

"I think the fun thing about living in a place like Toronto is that it's a real melting pot of different cultures and cuisine and it's just neat to kind of try new things," she said.

"I'm not a cook so it's nice to be downtown in the mix and exploring the restaurants."

As for where the couple likes to go, Virtue shared their four go-to restaurants in the city.

Union Restaurant

Price: 💸💸💸

Cuisine: French

Address: 72 Ossington Ave, Toronto

Why You Need To Go: Union restaurant is a French-Canadian bistro that is inspired by the "French vigour for good food," according to its website.

The restaurant works with fresh local and seasonal ingredients so they update their menu daily. Some of the more recent items featured on the menu include butter poached halibut, steamed P.E.I. mussels and elk sliders.

Union Restaurant Menu

Jacobs & Co. Steakhouse

Price: 💸💸💸💸

Cuisine: American

Address: 12 Brant St, Toronto

Why You Need To Go: Jacob's & Co. Steakhouse is a classic steakhouse with elegant ambiance thanks to its piano bar.

It even has a spot in Toronto's Michelin Guide.

The menu includes fresh oysters, a seafood tower and 60-day dry aged rib eye.

Jacobs & Co. Steakhouse Menu

VELA

Price: 💸💸

Cuisine: American

Address: 90 Portland St, Toronto

Why You Need To Go: Vela is a stylish restaurant that offers a variety of creative dishes like chicken liver mousse, caviar fried oysters, several pasta dishes and a raw bar.

The restaurant also launched a brunch program in 2022, which offers items like a Norwegian salmon tower, souffle pancakes and a caviar service.

VELA Menu

Buca

Price: 💸💸

Cuisine: Italian

Address: Multiple locations

Why You Need To Go: If you like Italian food then you may want to try out Buca in Toronto. The restaurant offers a variety of pasta and pizza dishes.

It's also one that's recommended by both Virtue and Rielly.

Rielly spoke to Narcity during a pop-up ball hockey game in June and he named Buca as his favourite date night spot in the city.

"I like going to Buca on Portland. I like Italian food and, you know, that's where I like to go. But I mean, we like to mix it up as well," Rielly said.

Buca Menu

—Narcity

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buffetlicious · 25 days

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Hopped onto the free shuttle bus to Sembawang Shopping Centre for some grocery shopping and dinner. Checked with mum if she would like to have pasta today and proceeded to Saizeriya (サイゼリヤ) at the basement floor. It is an Italian casual dining restaurant from Japan with wallet friendly prices. They have a new seasonal menu with four new dishes so I chose one from there in addition to two pastas.

Ordered the Black Pepper Chicken Spaghetti (S$5.90) for mum since that is the one she always had and she is not keen to try the other pastas. Hers came with black pepper sauce with grilled cubes of chicken.

I went for the Black Truffle & Mushroom Spaghetti (S$7.90) with truffle cream sauce and plenty of earthy mushrooms. For sharing, this Creamy Mala Chicken (S$7.50) with a grilled boneless chicken steak, potato wedges, corn kernels in a rich and spicy mala sauce. To be honest, there isn’t much of the white sauce and the mala paste is not as spicy as you think it is.

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octuscle · 9 months

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Hello Chronivac! Love your work! I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard, and made good progress. But there is just so much growing I need to do! I’m especially envious of this huge, hulking black bodybuilder from Ghana who works out there, the dude must be 250 pounds at the peak of his bulk! What I wouldn’t give to be that race and be that size.

So, answer the question! What would you give for that? First of all, you would give your mother tongue. You are having dinner with friends. You understand English quite well. But you speak it only brokenly. Your friends look at you in horror as you try to explain to the waiter what you want to eat. You do not understand. Your native language is Twi. Of course you learned English at school. But your heart never beat in English.

Then I suppose you would give your job for the body. You are now working at the street cleaning service. As you place your order, you glance again at the prices on the menu. Damn it! In your lifetime, you can only afford a mineral water here. One of your friends looks at you, recognizes your concern and says it's okay. You are invited.

With your job, of course, you have to give up your lifestyle. Your expensive suit becomes a cheap pair of jeans and a jacket made of faux leather. Underneath you wear a washed-out T-shirt. You are proud of your sneakers. Real Adidas. Not fake. You found them cheap at the flea market. You check your old, scratched-up cell phone for public transport times. Somehow you have to get back from Soho to your social settlement later. The last bus leaves in an hour and a half. Okay, then you can even order an appetizer. Before you go to bed, you'll have a protein shake anyway.

Unfortunately, you also have to give up your social environment. Everything revolves around you. The chic Italian restaurant turns into a café with bright neon lights. Coffee cups on the table. And a full ashtray. Many of the immigrants from Ghana, with whom you meet here to talk or play dominoes, smoke. It's not yours. Your body is your temple.

And you also have to cut down on your free time. You can't get your body from drinking coffee and playing dominoes. And with only one job you can't afford the masses of protein you need. That's why you say goodbye. Your gym closes in an hour. That's enough for one more training session. And after that you'll clean the showers and toilets.

So, now you have given up enough. With every step you take towards the gym, your skin gets darker, your steps get heavier. Your body is reaping the rewards of everything you've given up. You are a poorly trained street cleaner. But by far the hottest one imaginable. I hope that was worth it to you.

Found you pic @lookuptoblack

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #race change #hiviz tf

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theroseceleste · 1 month

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Mafia Miguel - Part 3

The third instalment to Mafia Miguel.

You can find chapters before this one below

Part 1 Part 2

18+ content. Minors DNI!

Contains : Female reader, brief mention of death, smut - fingering and grinding

Word count - 3626

Hope you enjoy chapter 3!

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The limo pulls up outside the high class restaurant behind a string of black cars for yours and Miguel’s security. Ironically, you did not feel at all secure. A rat from the opposition surrounded by a glaring of cats.

Miguel steps out of the vehicle and opens up the umbrella. Walking around the back, he opens your door and assists you out, sheltering you from the miserable weather. Raindrops splatter down his shirt as he gives you priority, damp hair clings to his face while you remain dry.

Linking arms with you again, he escorts you into the restaurant and opens the door for you. A pleasant, dry wall of air greets you as you enter. Miguel’s behaviour and the way he treats you surprises you. Truly a gentleman to your face but probably capable of unspeakable horrors behind closed doors.

Pulling a seat out for you, he allows you to sit before pushing your chair in. He then sits opposite, and gives you a soft smile. The mafia man looks more relaxed than before. You watch him take two menus and hand you one. The menu doesn’t even have prices next to the meals, a clear sign you’re too broke to eat here.

Miguel watches you stare at the menu, looking overwhelmed. So many complicated cuisine references he could tell you couldn’t understand. Perhaps he shouldn’t have tried to impress you as much as he had… This is supposed to be an evening out to thank you for saving his daughter. Not a time to make you feel like a fish out of water.

Slowly he reaches towards your menu and closes it gently, causing you to look up at him wide eyed.

“I’m sorry - I’m an idiot for taking you here,” he began. “Let’s say we ditch this place and go somewhere you like - how about that?” Now a charming smile spreads across his lips.

You begin to relax the moment you see a more friendly expression on his face. Nodding in agreement, the sound of chairs scraping the floor fill the quiet room as you both stand. Taking your arm in his, he leads you back out of the restaurant, leaving waiters scratching their heads with bemusement.

Outside once more, you both walk, huddling under the large umbrella. Rain beats down on the smooth material above you. The air is still thick with moisture and heat.

“So where do you wanna eat?” he asks, “anywhere you want, I’ll take you there - my treat, obviously.” You feel him lead you down the street full of shops and restaurants, you’re struggling to stop yourself from warming up to this mafia man more.

Puddles on the pavement reflect the glaring lights down the street, the sun was setting on another day in Nueva York, behind the thick layer of ominous black cloud.

You consider for a moment, the clicks of your heels against the concrete slabs mingle with his smart shoes accompanying his formal suit.

“How about that pizzeria over there?” you suggest as you point in the direction of the sweet looking restaurant.

“Sure - come on, let’s go.” Entering the welcoming pizza place, you’re greeted with authentic Italian music and a friendly looking waiter. For the second time that evening, Miguel seats you at a table and hands you the menu. The options look far more appetising and easily understood. You can’t go wrong with pizza, Miguel thinks to himself as he watches you read the menu with a smile on your face.

He orders your favourite drink, and the pizza you have chosen. As you wait for your food he strikes a conversation with you.

“Thanks for agreeing to me taking you out this evening. My Gabriella really wanted me to thank you properly for your kindness,” he begins before taking a sip of his red wine. “This is the least I can do.”

A blush spreads across your cheeks as he thanks you. You feel it was sweet of Gabriella to want her father to spoil you.

“It’s nothing. I just saw a kid in trouble and I had to help,” you reply honestly. There was no hidden agenda behind your actions.

The waiter delivers your pizzas to your table. The delightful smell of melted cheese and tomato sauce combined fills your nose as the inviting steam rises up into the air. Your mouth begins to water.

“So, what do you do (Y/N)?” Miguel asks you before taking his first bite of his pizza slice.

Shit… you think to yourself. You’re going to have to lie. Think quickly…

“Uhh, I work in an office near here. Boring stuff really. What about you?” you ask before chuckling nervously, although you know he’s going to lie to you too.

Miguel keeps a cool expression, lying about his work clearly comes easy to him. While you wait for his response, you take a delicate bite, being careful not to inelegantly and embarrassingly drag all the melted mozzarella off of the slice.

“I play a private but large role in politics. Hence all the cars and security. Can’t be too careful can we?” he chuckles before taking another swig of wine.

The food is delicious. You both enjoy the meal and each other’s company now that you have settled into a less daunting environment.

A question pops into your mind. You wonder where Gabriella’s mother is in this arrangement. Looking at his ring finger, you couldn’t see a wedding band. You assume he’s divorced.

“Is Gabriella with her mother tonight?” you ask innocently.

Miguel’s warm expression changes to a more subdued one. His gaze drops slightly making you feel perhaps you asked the wrong thing.

“No, uh-“ Miguel hesitates, not sure how to answer without destroying the mood of an otherwise pleasant conversation. “My wife sadly died a few years ago. Gabriella is at home being babysat by someone I trust.”

Your heart plummets down into your stomach. The look on his face provokes you into feeling a surge of sympathy for him and for Gabriella.

“Oh - I’m so sorry, I-“ you begin to apologise but Miguel raises his hands slightly.

“It’s fine. Please - let’s continue talking about each other.” He assures you, bringing his smile back on his face, but the charming glint in his eyes has vanished.

The flow of conversation begins again as you find new things to talk about. Eventually you see him warm back up. His shoulders relax more as you both continue eating your meal. You hear his warm chuckle and his hum of delight as he listens to you talk about your interests and hobbies. His soft smile grows the more he learns about you.

After eating, Miguel pays the bill and leaves a generous tip for the waiter. Once more you go outside, arm in arm, under the shelter of his umbrella. Rain falls harder, feeling thicker and hotter. Despite the horrid weather, you find yourself ambling along next to him, talking and laughing about anything and everything. He keeps you close, making sure you remain dry.

A bright flash of lightning illuminates the dark sky, a heart stopping crack of thunder rips through the air and rattles surrounding buildings. You squeal in fear at the sudden noise. Miguel instantly pulls you off of the street into an alley to find shelter. He doesn’t fancy holding an umbrella out in a thunderstorm. The rain falls harder as another flash of light and crash of thunder overwhelms the senses. The narrow shelter offers little cover, but if huddling closely together, it’ll do - just…

Your breath falters as you feel him press you against the wall of the building as he squeezes his towering form under a small awning. Looking down at the ground you spot discarded cigarette butts littering the small secluded smoking area.

“It’s not the best place to hide from a storm but it’s better and safer than this umbrella,” he says as he gestures to it before putting it down and leaning it against the wall, water dripping from it onto the dry concrete.

Another loud crash of thunder coming after an electric blue bolt hit the rooftop of a building nearby, making you jump and whine nervously. The weight of him pressing against you increases; offering you the feeling of protection and comfort, as if he is placing a weighted blanket on you.

“Shhh, don’t worry. You’re safe down here,” he hushes you. “The storm will pass.”

You couldn’t get over how warm he feels and how close he is. Looking up, your eyes lock onto his for the first time since leaving the restaurant. Another spark jumps between you both as you gaze at one another - just like before. You’re sure he felt that one as his pupils widened slightly. He looks away for a moment like he’s restraining himself, holding himself back from doing something. Your heart flutters at the thought of what that might be. Finally he looks back at you, leaning slightly closer. His breath caresses your face as he speaks.

“I had fun tonight.” He couldn’t resist smiling at you. His expression is soft along with his soothing voice. “Both Gabriella and I would be overjoyed to know you’d do this again with me?”

This is something you weren’t expecting him to ask you. You had hoped it’d be just one night and then never interact with him or Gabriella again. This is dangerous. But with his face so close to yours, you’re struggling to say no. The fact he mentioned Gabriella, was that supposed to be some kind of attempt to persuade you in case you were having any doubt? Very sly of him… you think to yourself but you’re unable to suppress a smile growing on your lips as you keep staring up at his incredibly inviting brown eyes. His smile widens again when your expression lights up slightly. You hear him chuckle as he takes your nonverbal response as a yes.

He leans in closer to you suddenly, your smile drops in surprise as you feel his nose and lips almost press against yours.

“Good,” he whispers before plunging in to kiss you. The influence of this intimate moment pushes you flush against the wall while your body ignites every nerve ending, sending an array of tingles shooting around your body. You allow yourself to rest your hands on his waistcoat; your fingers feeling a wall of muscle underneath his clothes, rendering you breathless.

He pulls away from the passionate kiss momentarily before leaning against the wall. His broad shoulders shield you from view from the street as he finally stops holding back. You feel his intensity through his gaze and touch. Travelling all the way through your body, straight to your core.

His hand cups your chin, turning your head to face him. “The moment I saw you save my Gabriella when I watched the camera footage, I wanted to kiss you.”

He leans in and places a fiery kiss on your cheek.

“A guardian angel,” he murmurs against your skin before kissing a part of your cheek closer to your lips.

You melt as he does this but you long to feel his delicious lips back on yours once more. Your lips part as you turn your head towards him, in search of that desired kiss.

Miguel’s tongue teases your lips as he senses you wanting more. He hears you moan before he devours your mouth, capturing your lips; biting them, licking them, sucking them. Finally his hand leaves your face and travels down your body. A flash of lightning briefly lights up the alley before plummeting it back into darkness.

You feel the hem of your skirt rise as his hand burrows its way under your tights and underwear. You gasp at the sudden intrusion but the feeling of his fingers running tight circles around your clit dampens your urge to resist. Your eyes close as if you were in a dream-like state. His large, warm hand works wonders down there while your arousal slowly seeps out. He kisses you again, his lips and tongue muffling your lusty moans.

Miguel hums delightfully when he feels your slick greet his fingertips, lubricating his efforts around your sensitive bud. Your hips move, jolting when a stroke feels better than the others.

“I want to see you again,” he growls seductively in your ear, sending sharp but orgasmic tingles down your spine. His hungry eyes watching you get closer to coming undone before him, because of him.

His motions over your clit speeds up until he has a better idea. In one swift movement, his middle and fourth fingers slip inside you while the base of his palm presses against your sensitive bud. Pumping his fingers in and out while he stimulates you.

You’re a hot panting mess, powerless to his influence. You feel yourself becoming addicted to him, his passionate kiss and his expert touch. Seeking more pleasure from this, you grind against his palm as you hear faint squelches from between your legs.

“That’s it, grind against my hand (Y/N),” he encourages you. “You’re so fucking wet…”

Another bright lightning flash lights the sky, but you’re so caught up in him you pay no mind to the growling rumble of thunder. In fact, you’re thankful for it. It drowns out your desperate moans and whimpers for more. Your hips undulate as you breathe faster. Eyelashes flutter as you close your eyes, pleasure taking hold of you. Miguel’s body looms over you, watching intently, willing you to crumble.

A painful pressure builds under his trousers, his erection straining against his tight clothing. With parted lips, his slight grunts escape him every time he thrusts his fingers and grinds his hand against you.

Now huddling over you, covering your body from view, his lips graze your neck. His heat burns the side of your face while his actions rock your body.

“I know you’re close. I want to feel you clench on my fingers, hermosa… Let go for me,” he growls before nibbling the skin on your neck.

You cry out as your legs buckle. He shunts forward to catch you as he grunts into your ear.

“Ah! Hnng- Miguel!~” you cry out as you’re pinned against the wall, clenching around his fingers as you’re still coming undone for him.

His hot breath caresses your neck as he slows down his movements. Legs shaking, heart pounding and panting heavily, you watch him withdraw his glistening fingers from under your dress.

“Hmm… I’m sorry - I - don’t know what possessed me to do that,” he purrs as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean. “Delicious…” he mumbles softly as he savours every lick while you watch with a severe blush across your face. The rain has died down and the storm becomes more of a distant rumble. The surrounding air feels cooler and less dense with humidity.

Miguel finally looks out of the alleyway to see that the weather clearing up. He picks up his umbrella and extends his arm to you again, this time with a charming smile.

“Come, I’ll message my driver to bring the car closer so we don’t have to walk far.”

You take his arm without any hesitation, forgetting your previous concerns about what he might do to you if he finds out you work for Kingpin.

“But what about you?” you ask, looking rather bashful at him.

The man who just blew your mind in the alley looks at you puzzled.

“What about me?” he asks, a bemused smile creeps across his face.

Spotting the car approaching, he directs you to it by gently pulling you. You follow his lead, enticed by his charm. The pink hue across your cheeks remains as you try and explain what you meant.

“Well, don’t you want to… you know-” you reply with a stutter, however he cuts you short with a chuckle.

“Of course I do.” He leans in closer. “But I wanted to make tonight all about you.”

All about me?... you think to yourself as your blush deepens. A part of you felt curious. He got to see a vulnerable side to you at the height of pleasure, and you’re yet to see his… The passenger door of the limo clicks open, Miguel holds it wide to allow you to climb in. Shortly after, he joins you, sitting closer to you this time. You can’t help but keep your eyes fixed on him. Feeling like he’s being watched, he turns to face you.

“What?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I want you to have a good time too,” you mumble softly to him.

Miguel looks away briefly, taking the time to consider it. Eventually he looks back, still not convinced.

“This evening was supposed to be about you,” he pauses, “I’ll sort myself out later-” the mafia boss was interrupted by an abrupt kiss from you.

His eyes widen, but eventually closes. The smell of your perfume fills his nose, it is far more concentrated in the confines of the car. Your soft lips against his reignited the straining against the material of his trousers with a vengeance. Warm hands greet the sides of your face as he holds you there, maintaining the deep and passionate kiss.

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Your apartment door swiftly opens as you and Miguel stagger through. Locked in each other's arms, your lips connect with his, you both devouring each other urgently. Fumbling hands run up and down your body, raising the hem of your dress and dragging your tights down your legs. The sound of your shoes clattering on the floor fills the air as you wrench them off. You feel weightless as Miguel lifts you with ease and sits on your couch, placing you on his lap. Air hisses between you as you breathe deeply through your noses as the hungry kiss continues. Resting his hands on your hips, you feel him pull you flush against him as you straddle his lap. A deep groan fills the air as he feels your weight resting on his hardened shaft. He pulls away from the kiss, looking at you with heavy eyelids.

“Give me a lapdance, hermosa - por favor…” his voice is as quiet as a whisper, before he goes back in for another passion fuelled kiss.

His hands jumpstart your movements as they grip your hips, dragging you up and down the large bulge under his trousers. Instantly, he moans after stopping the kiss again and bites his own lip, tipping his head back with pleasure.

“Mierda…” he grits out in a low growl as he pulls your hips again, grinding you harder against him.

Resting your arms on his broad shoulders, you get a purchase on him. Your body ripples irresistibly in front of him as your hips grind deliciously against his cock. The evidence of him pleasuring you earlier now dampening his crotch, but he doesn’t care. You look too good on him and you feel even better.

“Kiss me while you grind that cock, por favor…” he tells you. “I want you close and I want to taste those sweet lips of yours again.”

Like a good obedient girl, you lean closer and kiss him. His body reacts immediately to your close contact, another groan vibrates between you. Your body rises and falls with each grind giving your sensitive bud attention from his throbbing cock. Hearing his moans and groans while watching him melt underneath you is the icing on the cake. Your moans accompany his groans as both of your climaxes draw near.

Hot, large, controlling hands push and pull you against him, each ripple, each undulation feels exquisite. Your pussy is just a couple of layers of clothing away. His hand itches to simply unzip his pants, and adjust his clothes slightly. He imagines himself accidentally slipping inside you on one of your grinds; watching you melt and roll your eyes to the top of your head as he penetrates you. Just the thought sends shivers down his spine as he throbbed wildly.

“Oh, fuck!” he grunts loudly as his hips start to thrust upwards to gain more contact from your grinding.

A chorus of moans, grunts and groans fill the air. Hot kisses and nibbles are peppered around your face and neck. You both find a rhythm that works well. That delicious orgasm is getting even closer.

“Yes - ride me like that, hermosa. Just like that - oh fuck~” His arms suddenly wrap around you as he cums hard. Eyes screwed up as he huffs with every throb and pulse of his orgasm. Hearing him fall over the edge, pushes you to join him too. You grip him around his neck and shoulders, your fingers grip his hair and tug firmly as your moan echoes around your small living room.

After a bit of cleaning up, Miguel stands ready by your apartment door. He’s glad it’s dark outside, the large wet patch on his trousers won’t be so noticeable. You can’t help yourself but give him a small peck goodnight, only for him to draw you in close and deepen the kiss. The both of you know this is going way too fast, but it feels so damn right.

“I’ll be in touch soon,” he whispers to you after breaking the kiss. “I really would like to see you again,” he continues as his hand brushes the back of his fingers against your blushing cheek.

You thank him for an unforgettable evening and you pass on your best wishes for Gabriella.

Eventually he leaves your apartment and makes his way back to his limo parked up outside with a smile on his face and a slight spring in his step.

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STILL WORKING ON PART 4. Will post up when I can. <3

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v-o-i-d-e-d · 1 year

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I’ll Follow Your Lead - Hot Chocolate and a Cinnamon Bun

~Also posted on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 2

Dorothea Lindsay was a woman of great patience. Her kind smile never wavered as the middle-aged man in front of her studied the café menu as if it were a novel invention. Inwardly, she was screaming for him to pick something so that she could get on with her day, however, she simply switched her weight from her right leg to her left leg.

“I think I’ll have an Earl Grey tea with lemon. As well as one of the fresh cakes for the day,” The man finally said. He was nice enough – he had a nice smile and spoke softly – but boy he was thorough with his menu options.

“I’ll have that right out for you, sir!” Dorothea nodded and turned on her heel. She brushed her hair away from her eyes and swiftly made her way to the front counter where she would gather the man’s order.

Dorothea was a hopeful woman. She had a silly dream to become a musician – a singer. She had the talent and the face to make it big but hadn’t made her break yet. As she slaved away in Café le Plus Sucré, she dreamed of being featured in the spotlight of a grand stage. In the evenings, she did small shows in a local restaurant: Rinaldi’s. It was a small Italian restaurant that hosted all kinds of people from around the city. New York City was supposed to be Dorothea’s chance for greatness; instead, she was closing in on her second year as a waitress. She was a hard-working woman, just barely 16 and already holding down two steady jobs. She did not have anyone else to depend on and had very little money but she scraped by.

She mindlessly prepared the man’s tea and grabbed one of the freshly baked lemon cakes from the cooling rack before waltzing back to the man. As she placed his order in front of him, he smiled widely at her and rested his callused hand on her soft one.

“You look tired, miss. It’s a shame that they have such a pretty girl working so hard!”

Dorothea rolled her eyes but quickly recovered her smile.

“Oh, it’s not so bad. I get to meet a lot of interesting people here. There’s hardly a dull moment!

She had lied to that man. The afternoons at the café were always dull and time passed with absentminded cleaning and magazine reading. Dorothea sat on a stool behind the counter. Only one other person was in the building and it was an old woman that frequents the establishment. Dorothea had already set her up with her normal order, at her normal table and left her to watch the people pass outside of the large window. Now she was flipping through this month’s Vogue issue and awaiting the evening rush. She could hear the honking of automobiles and even the clopping of horses' hooves against the cobblestone as she read the articles and studied the pictures. She was envious of these beautifully styled women as she sat in a stained dress and apron with her hair sloppily tied up with a dark red ribbon. Just as she let out a heavy sigh, the front door opened.

The young man was about Dorothea’s age and was dressed in some old, simple clothes. He held a leather-bound book and a small pencil case in his hand and wore ratty boots on his feet. He looked around the cozy building before his bright blue eyes landed on the woman at the counter. He paused for a brief moment before proceeding toward the counter and taking a seat on one of the stools.

“What can I get for you, sir?” Her voice was warm and smooth, like a nice hot chocolate. Her eyes were much the same.

The man cleared his throat.

“Um,” He glanced around the counter looking for a menu and the girl chuckled to herself.

“Forgive me! I didn’t even ask if you wanted a menu,” She turned around and grabbed a sheet of paper, and then presented it to the man. He smiled and his eyes finally left hers. He scanned the options, surprised that such a nice place had such low prices.

“How about a hot chocolate with a cinnamon bun,”

Dorothea could not help but laugh at his choice. The man responded by furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend. It’s just that I don’t meet many men with an order such as this! Most men think it too sweet.”

“I’ve got a taste for sweet things,” his pink lips quirked in a smirk. “What’s your name?”

“Dorothea.”

“Jack.”

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italianaffairvadodara · 2 years

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Italian Affair a lively, spacious, and stylish Italian restaurant in Vadodara with mouth-watering continental food along with traditional Italian food. for more details contact us 9714502548 or visit our restaurant Ground Floor, Arun Complex Near CH Jewellers, behind Old HDFC Bank 390007

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stenoodie · 2 years

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Mattarello, Italian restaurant, at Commerce Valley

Mattarello, new Italian restaurant, at Commerce Valley. @MattarelloResto #squidlinkarancini #authenticitalian #newrestaurant

Mattarello located at 230 Commerce Valley Drive, Unit 2A in Thornhill We visited Mattarello, a newly opened Italian restaurant, located at 230 Commerce Valley Drive, Unit 2A next to Tapagria in Thornhill this past weekend. I heard about it when MarkhamFood posted about it on their Instagram feed and raved about the food. (Mattarello takes over the unit previously occupied by It’s A Bao Time…

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jqbasesave · 10 months

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JQ Base Save - Dine Out Add-On | CC Free TS4 Restaurants

JQ Base Save | JQ Basegame Save

Available on the gallery ID: quiescence90

Or download the tray files from SFS

Now, two things I dislike for Restaurant gameplay in TS4 are: a) the kitchen and dining area are on separate floors; and b) there are lots of seating which usually means many of them remain empty. It's just my preference. So in this set you'll find that:

The kitchen and dining area are only on one floor - sometimes the other floor would be the bar area

There are fewer than 30 seats available - I find it's better for traffic

Most tables seat 2 sims - without mods, the game rarely spawns diner groups of more than 2 sims anyway

Sometimes there are high chairs but the game does not spawn toddlers or infants as diners - these chairs are for when you play as a diner and you want to bring a toddler with you

Lot info follows. Prices stated are not inclusive of lot prices.

Brunch by The Bayou (Municipal Muses, Willow Creek) - Dine Out GP only. Brunch menu

2. Rattlesnake Tapas Kitchen (Rattlesnake Juice, Oasis Springs) - Dine Out GP only. Mexican menu

3. Trattoria Magnolia (Preeminent Domain, Magnolia Promenade) - Get to Work EP + Dine Out GP. Italian menu

4. Skyview Restaurant (Skye Fitness, San Myshuno) - City Living EP + Dine Out GP. Experimental menu

5. Grimalkin Kitchen & Tap (Salty Paws Saloon, Brindleton Bay) - Cats and Dogs EP + Dine Out GP. Seafood menu

6. O'Malley's Saloon & Diner (The Cozy Corner House, Chestnut Ridge) - Horse Ranch EP + Dine Out GP. Diner menu. Watch the speedbuild here!

#TS4 Dine Out #TS4 Lot #TS4 Community #TS4 Restaurant #TS4 Vanilla #jqbasevenue

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broughtandborn · 11 months

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Vacation recap, feel free to skip

Andy and I spent seven nights at a Sandals resort in Curaçao and it was incredibly expensive and so, so great. 5 stars, would recommend.

The resort is the newest Sandals resort, and apparently their opening a few years ago was delayed and pretty rocky because of covid so early reviews were decidedly mixed. Everything seems to have been ironed out and from our perspective everything was super smooth.

We flew out from a big airport an hour away at 6 am so the trip started with dropping the kids off the night before and getting up at 2. We were at the resort in time for a late lunch and they had our stuff brought to our room and a cheese plate and wine and balloons and a card for our anniversary in the room when we got up there. The staff were incredibly attentive and they all seemed invested in keeping the guests happy. They all were cheerful and pleasant and went out of their way to make things as easy for us as possible.

Our room looked out over a gorgeous garden with a peek of the ocean beyond and a sort of lazy river pool below us, which was incredible. It felt secluded and the garden was always abuzz with tons of birds and butterflies. We spent a bunch of time in the mornings out on the balcony with coffee watching the hummingbirds and these big yellow butterflies that were the exact same color as some of the flowers, so it looked like the flowers would just pick up and flutter away.

The resort is pretty large so they have bicycle racks scattered around and you can just hop on a bike and leave it wherever you decide you're done with it. The main pool was lovely and they have entertainment going next to it all day. The "quiet" pool isn't actually far enough away from the entertainment to be quiet but there are other smaller pools scattered around that are very quiet. The beach is on a channel, protected by a dock, with tons of beach chairs and palapas. There's another area of beach to walk on that's too rocky and rough for swimming but it's very pretty to look out at -- pure turquoise water that drops of suddenly into dark blue.

The food and drink are all included and very good. There were a few perplexing things (a "charcuterie tray" that included one very thick slice of garlic bread and slices of salami wrapped around chutney to make little pouches???) but there's a solid variety and the service was usually very good, especially for the number of people they're feeding. They have three tiny restaurants in food trucks that are open most of the day and they were so good. Each restaurant has its own style (sushi, Italian, Greek, South American, etc.) and they do a great job with the menus. We were asked at every single meal about allergies or food issues and they took it very seriously. There is room to improve in their desserts but my standards there are very high. There are bars scattered all over and most of them have signature drinks that are delicious.

One of the days we were there we hired a guy through a local tour company to take us all over the island and it was amazing. We saw a million things we'd never have known to even look for and we snorkeled with sea turtles and got fresh coconuts and ate an amazing meal at a little hole in the wall kind of place. It was supposed to be eight hours but we were having a great time and he kept wanting to show us other stuff so we were out for ten full hours and were exhausted when we got back.

The trip home was annoying -- delays and multiple gate changes on both legs of the flight, so we got home at 3:30 a.m. instead of midnight, but it could have been a whole lot worse and we were already planning on the girls spending the extra night at my parents' so we were the only ones impacted by it. The girls had a great week with my folks and it seemed easier on them than we expected. We FaceTimed with them for a few minutes every day and that def helped.

The best price you'll ever get at a Sandals is if you book another trip while you're still there, so we did. You can book up to two years out and you can change your details for most of that time so we have almost two years to figure it all out, but this trip was so lovely that we both very much want to do it again. It's wildly impulsive of us to commit without blocking out budget and childcare and stuff ahead of time but this trip was so great that we were like "we'll figure it out, let's just do it."

Overall, it was an incredible week, and it was really great to have so much time with Andy to just hang out and have fun. I'm so glad we did it. The end.

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