Hey man, how you doing? I’m about to send you a lot of feet pictures of a ex gf I had time ago, I would be glad if you post em’. She’s got big large soles. I got a lot more pictures of other girls if you are interested. Just doing it for the love of feet.
Another fake cover this time with an original tittle I came up with as a joke. In these father-daughter otome isekai, time travel, reincarnation, etc… Is always the daughter having to win the father’s affection so she doesn’t die and I thought, wouldn’t it be nice if it was the other way around?
New story I know it’s been a while and I should finish my old ones but I haven’t written in a while and I had this dream I had to share. I thought it could be an interactive story. That way I might finish this one haha. Let me know if you want more.
This is based off a dream. I don’t know who the guy is so maybe you can help me with that.
POV You have a photo shoot with a famous man.
I could see so much smut coming out of this story and I can’t wait for it. Let me know who you think the mystery man is.
I knew who he was the moment I walked passed him. I think everyone knew he was judging by the way they stood in front of him and took pictures. He sat there in a chair behind a barrier in a storefront God knows I couldn’t afford.
He was polite to the people that walked passed, talked to the ones he could make out over the crowd. I wasn’t sure what he was promoting but behind the smiles and waves he looked miserable.
Even behind his beauty, his dark hair and nice suit you could tell he felt out of place. Or at least I could.
My once a year treat myself to walk amuge the rich of the world got on a complete standstill when I laid eyes on him.
I wanted to speak to him of course but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Why would a man like that want to speak to someone like me.
So instead I turned the other way and started to return to what I was doing. But something stopped me. Something I couldn’t put my finger on.
Turning back to look at where he sat across the street I was shocked to see that he was alone.
In a blink he was still there but the crowd of fans was gone.
Swallowing down my fear I crossed the busy street and slowly walked up to him. I watched him paint a smile on himself as I approached him clearly just wanting to be alone.
Before he could even speak I bet him to it.
“Are you okay?” I ask him kindly.
I watch his brow wrinkle in confusion, him not expecting that answer.
“I..” He stumbles out, unable to answer it seems.
“You seem miserable.” I say as I walk closer to him. I stop at the side of the barrier. The mettle bar kept me from getting closer to him.
He looks at me with surprise once again and takes a breath.
“I just wish things were how they were when I wasn’t famous.”
“Too many people.” I state quietly.
“All the time.” He says bending his head down and pinches his brow bone. His dark hair falling in his eyes just a bit as he does.
“You should take a break and disappear for a while.”
“It’s not that simple.” He says looking at me, his eyes making me feel like he was trying to tell me something.
I glance around, seeing two large men just inside the store behind us. They were trying to look casual but were watching us like hawks.
“You’re being watched…”
“All the time…” He says softly, surprising me with his confession.
“I miss the days when I was a cover model for romance novels and no one knew who I was. Now they use me to promote anything whether I believe in it or not.”
“That’s horrible.” I say glancing down at my feet.
I pause at the shopping bag in my hand. My best friend asked me to pick up a mask for her photography project. It gives me an idea.
“If I could give you a chance to get out of here for a day would you take it?” I ask looking up at him.
He wrinkled his brow once more, his intense eyes meeting mine.
“How would you do that?”
“I’ll go inside and cause a distraction. You can take off. My friend owns the Mexican restaurant a street over. I was actually heading there when I saw you. Call it what you want but maybe something wants me to help you get away for a day.”
“Thanks, but I would get recognized the whole way there and would be found.”
“Not if you have a disguise.” I say smiling at him.
“That’s a nice thought but you can’t hand me anything. They will come and search it for anything dangerous.”
“Trust me. Take this and meet me at the restaurant. Or don’t. It’s your choice after all.” I say, setting the bag down where he could reach it.
I quickly went up the stairs and into the very fancy clothing store. As soon as I laid eyes on the body guards I made a beeline for them.
With one fake asthma attack and them realizing their word was gone I left the store quickly taking off towards the restaurant.
It wasn’t hard to find who I was looking for because I knew what to look for. Seeing a man with dark hair, trench coat and a plague doctor mask. I pick up my speed and stop to loop my arm through his making him look down at me.
“We gotta go.”
“They are looking for me.” He states, sounding sullen.
“Yeah but I’m sure they won’t find you. Come on, let’s lose them just in case.” I say letting go of his arm only to grab his large hand and pull him along with me.
I take off running. It distracts me from the thoughts that should be swimming in my head. I should be freaking out about everything but I found myself enjoying it instead. Everyone always told me I was too impulsive for my own good.
I rush into the doors of my friend Rose’s family restaurant. They haven’t opened yet, it is still early. But the staff was getting things ready.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa slow down Y/N for your run someone over.” Rose says as I run up to her amongst the tables. Her dark eyes meet mine. She had her curled hair up in a bandana on her head matching her red dress.
“What are you doing here so early and who is this? Is he wearing the mask I ordered?” She questions me.
“Don’t worry about who it is, I found you a cover model.”
“I asked you to buy a mask, not a person.”
“I didn’t buy him, trust me you couldn’t afford him if I did… But not the point, it’s better than using your brother, that’s just weird.”
She sighs and looks him up and down. I’m shocked when I feel him squeeze my hand, reminding me we are still holding hands.
We all know she would say yes without a doubt if she knew who he really was but that was the fun of it right?
“Fine, I’ll give your friend a shot but only if you are his partner.”
“What?” I ask my head snapping up to look at her.
“Come on, you know I based the main character off you anyways.”
“And you wanted to use your brother as the covor model, what are you trying to tell me?”
“Oh shut up!” She says waving me off.
I laugh and shake my head.
“I can’t be on the cover, look at me.” I say looking down at myself.
I was dressed in jeans, boots, a black t-shirt and a black jacket.
“Exactly you look perfect.”
“..Fine… But I’m only doing this because I’m nice.” I say trying to hide the fact I was nervous.
I was about to go take a picture with a man I’ve found attractive for years. Not just a meet and greet picture but a romance novel picture.
“Go stand over there and let your hair down.” She instructs me as I walk over towards the beautiful painted wall.
It looked like you were standing in mexico. Even more so in pictures.
Sighing I free my hair and push the hair tie in my pocket.
“What is this book about?” I faintly hear him speak.
“She won’t let me read it till it’s published, something about a sexy plague doctor.”
“Interesting.”
“True.” I say shrugging.
I turn back towards the sound of noise seeing Rose trying to carry a tripod, and ring light and camera.
“You could have asked for help.” I say, as I walk over and help her set things down. Her family cleared out some of the tables to give us room.
“My dad gave us an hour.” She says sitting up her camera while I plug in the light.
“Sounds good.” I say, us both knowing her family was used to her random photo shoots.
“Since Y/N never introduced us, what’s your name?” She asks, looking at him.
“Oh umm John..” He says, lying but I didn’t blame him. He didn’t want to be famous today.
“Nice to meet you John. I’m Rose and I know you know Y/N already so this shouldn’t be awkward for you two to make this sexy.” She says, making me blush.
If only she knew who she was talking to.
Trying to hide the fact I knew I turned away from her.
“So we are making it sexy right?” I ask walking back to my position next to “John”.
“Yes, we want it to sell after all.” She says, making me laugh.
“Alright.” I say reaching up towards his shirt.
“May I?” I ask, looking at the eyeholes of his mask.
He nods, making me smile in return.
I unbutton the first few buttons of his white shirt and turn to face the camera.
We take a couple shots, us just standing next to each other. All the excitement from earlier is fading away leaving a ball of nerves in my stomach.
“You two look so stiff just relax.” Rose says, looking at me.
I take a breath when he wraps his arm around my waist pulling me towards him.
“She’s right, just try to have fun. I’m just John, remember?” He says leaning down to whisper to me.
Which she takes a shot of.
Sighing, I nod.
He wasn’t just John but I wanted him to feel normal so I placed my hand on his stomach.
“More sexy please, they look like prom pictures.” Rose says giggling.
I glare playfully at her and take a deep breath. Biting my lip and the thearicay bullet I pushed everything out of my head.
Just focusing on having fun I place my left hand on his exposed chest. He pulls me closer to him, making me arch my back so our lower halves touch each other.
My right hand hidden behind his back grips his coat tightly.
“Relax.” He whispers.
It is barely audible to me so I know Rose didn’t hear it. I unclenched my fist so he knew I heard him.
After he slowly dips me he pulls me back up, I know he is helping me get into different positions which I welcome the help.
Turning me slightly toward him, my left hand on his chest disappears up into his button up my hand on his right peck, my fingertips touching his collar bone.
He wraps his arms around me, tightening his grip on the back of my jacket. I do the same to him with my right hand.
“Look over your shoulder then up at me.” He whispers.
I do as he says, giving Rose a few moments to take a few shots then look up at him. Him looking dead at the camera.
Despite not seeing his face I can’t help but admire his beauty. He truly was a handsome man.
We take shots of my back to his chest, both of us looking at each other, us giving the camera a side view. All the while no one spoke.
“Can I ask you to try something?” He asks, making me almost jump from the sudden words.
The last ten minutes were filled with just the sound of Rose’s camera.
I nod my head, nervous as to what he wanted to try. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to him like he did before. Only instead of dipping me he held me so I had to arch into him. With his left arm holding me up he used his right hand to push his mask up. My heart started to pound wondering what he was doing but when he only exposed his mouth and stopped I took a breath.
He leaned down closer to me, my heart picking up for a different reason. My left hand drifting up to lay on the back of his neck I felt like I was going to faint as his mouth stopped millimeters from mine.
I could feel my chest rise and fall, touching him with every breath I took.
“Kiss me if you want.” He whispers so faintly I barely heard it.
I couldn’t resist the urge, the pull I had towards him. It felt the same as earlier on the street. With just a slight tilt of my head my mouth met his.
The heat from his lips burned through me. I felt it settle in my chest. The taste of chocolate filled my mouth as he gently parted my lips with his own.
I felt my body come alive, felt it feel like it was floating and on fire at the same time. I couldn’t put the kiss into words if I wanted to.
It was supernatural.
My eyes fly open when I feel something smack me in the chest.
“Are you even listening to me?” Rose says, making me turn towards her.
We were on the sidewalk outside, busy downtown traffic speeding past us.
“What?” I ask, looking at her feeling confused and lost.
Wasn’t I just in her restaurant? With…? No it couldn’t be right?
“I asked what you were staring at?” She says making me look back the way I was facing.
I looked across the street to see the store from earlier but he wasn’t in front of it. No one was in fact it was closed down. Guys in hardhats are most likely talking about how to tear it down.
“I.. umm.. I don’t know.” I say feeling very out of place.
“Are you feeling okay? Do you want to go lay down?”
“No, I’m alright… Just lost in thought I guess.” I say smiling at her.
“I must have been daydreaming while the light changed.” I tell her as we start walking across the street.
“Well it must have been a real good day dream.” She teases me.
I smile at her following her as we continue shopping. Despite nothing else weird happening the rest of the day I couldn’t shake the feeling or thought of what I saw.
By the time I get home I feel so ehsaused I head straight to bed. My thoughts, swirling in my mind, I can’t shake them.
I lay in bed staring at the wall until everything fades to black, but not before I hear a familiar voice call my name.
He tied her down so she would be still. So that he could get a look at her.
The light tackled her, a shroud for her to wear, that pinned her to the floor just as surely as gravity ever could. He marvelled at the way it would create shadows, the shading of her musculature seeming far too sculpted, utterly surreal. She’d stared up at him for the first five minutes or so, but by now she’d settled down into something more comfortable.
He didn’t care. He preferred looking at her side on. He wanted her to be comfortable under his gaze, just this once. He wanted to see her in her natural state. The thought made him smile. Her natural state, tied and trussed, left naked on the floor for some man to leer at her. Seemed somehow appropriate, in that moment. It was always in that moment, the captured second where everything felt right, before another came along and suddenly the magic shifted.
Her eyes were closed. He wondered if she was sleeping. For a moment he thought of nudging her with his foot, but such a thing seemed distasteful. Like touching the painting in the gallery, pressing your nose up against the glass in the museum in an attempt to get even closer to history. But you were reserved, you were polite, and you kept your hands and appendages to yourself. His foot remained still.
She didn’t stir. Her mouth had opened at the beginning, as if to ask him what the point of all this was, but the words had died in her throat, murdered by her better judgement. He had purpose in his eyes, and that was enough to deter her from questioning his motives. He stared, and she was stared at.
It was only later, once he’d untied and dressed her, and they were resting on the sofa together, that she asked him what it was he had wanted from the scene. He hadn’t said anything, for the longest moment; the television show had changed by the time his lips had fallen open, and he hadn’t looked at her when he spoke.
“I needed to know.” His eyes narrowed, a hesitation as he searched for the words. “If you were right.” Each word fell with a deliberate rhythm. She frowned, before tilting her head to the side.
She hated pink. She had told him this the first day they had met, with the kind of vindication that belied how much of her personality hinged on that one fact. It was a conscious decision, a wilful distaste that she’d acquired, enjoyed, and could now savour with ever the chosen object came up.
It wasn’t so much the colour as the connotations. The association with femininity, with softness, with all the pink and cute and stereotypes that were as negative as they came. Pink was for little girls, the little girls society shoved down your throats, rather than the little girls that existed. Pink was why women were paid less. Pink was why gender dysphoria existed.
He’d taken his time with the ties, made sure they weren’t only tight but solid, the kind that wouldn’t let her wiggle, let alone slide free. Her whole body became a single cylinder, one long line that he could fold and manipulate. The white was new, but she didn’t think all that much of it. She just slipped into that beautiful space between consciousness and un, let herself get carried on the wave of his actions.
And he carried her. Through the bedroom, past the living room. Into the spare room, transformed into pink. A distillation of the colour, splashed on the walls, covering the floor. A conversion into that putrid, hateful colour, until she felt like she was in some kind of focus-grouped womb. She squirmed. Tried to wriggle free. But the binds were too tight, too well made, and as he set her down on the floor, the smile on his face was too sadistic and far too resolute for her to try to appeal to his better nature.
The tape over her mouth didn’t help all that much, either.
He stepped back, saw the pleading in her eyes, and closed the door behind him. She was left in her own pink nightmare, plush and petrifying.
I was tagged by my delightful friends @brightgoldenand@allwaswell16 to share a snippet of…something new? (I don’t remember directions well; I’m sorry!) This comes from Chapter 2 of my WIP for this week’s Wordplay. Meet Harry, friends! Here is the text, in case it’s hard to read above:
Harry gently squeezed Louis’ shoulder. “I’m going to drive. You have one job, okay, Lou?”
Louis nodded, his fear ebbing at Harry’s touch. “Okay.”
