Jordan "JD" Dare
"Don't you look nice, all tied up for me?" Jordan has always had a knack for learning more. He'll find himself signed up for several workshops, all teaching him new things in hundreds of different fields. During the years, he's learned how to make jewellery boxes, clay busts and how to make homemade ice cream. Though, over the past few months, he's been broadening his horizons in the BDSM community. He's always liked holding more power in the bedroom, so it seemed like a no-brainer to learn more techniques that can create a safer and more fun experience for both him and his submissive. His most recent workshop was one on rigging, which he's about to join. As he walks in, he realised he's forgotten his partner, which is apparently no biggie because there's another single person there. Wait, is this his best friend's younger sister?!"How about it, huh?" Kattie urged, eyes alight with desperation. She needed someone—anyone—to help promote her workshop on safe shibari and rigging.
"You won’t have to pay. I’ll even line up a partner for you. Please?"
He dragged a hand down his face, mulling it over. Sure, he'd been on an adventurous streak with his classes lately, but he hadn't expected Kattie to catch onto the latest rabbit hole he’d fallen into. With a resigned sigh, he held up a hand, cutting her off before she could beg any further.
"Alright. I’ll come. Since I don’t have anything better to do, fine."
Her delighted squeal made him roll his eyes, though he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. She was so easy to please. A good friend, too.
The day arrived faster than expected. Jordan glanced at the time—twenty minutes until the workshop started. With a groan, he forced himself off the couch, the worn-out piece of furniture protesting under the shift of weight. Another stark reminder that he really needed to invest in something new. But that was a problem for future him.
Descending the steps of his building, he lit a cigarette, exhaling into the cool air as he made his way toward the warehouse. He’d been here before—Kattie's home, her sanctuary. A renovated industrial space transformed into a sleek studio, perfect for her classes.
As the building came into view, he checked his phone. Right on time. Now, the real question: who had Kattie paired him with? A friend of hers? A professional? The mystery only made him more intrigued.
Once his cigarette had reached its end, so had his walk. Dropping the remainder of the cig, he used his boot to stomp out the light before making his way into the building. He saw couples preparing, chatting amongst themselves and one lone person chatting with Kattie near the front of the room. That must be her. Walking further into the room, Kattie noticed him, her expression brightening.
"You made it! On time, too. What an honour." She joked, nodding her head toward his chosen partner.
He reeled back a step, looking over the person for a moment. Of course, his luck would have him matched up with the only forbidden woman in his life.
"Does your brother know you're here, doing this?"
She mirrored his crossed arms, cocking her head to the side. "What about it?"
Leaning down to her level, he raised an eyebrow. "You like being tied up?"
Kattie whistled at the scene, a grin splitting her face in half. "Seems the two of you know each other very well. It's fate that you're working together for today."
Clapping her hands together, she stepped away from the pair, heading toward her own partner for the workshop on her little podium.
Jordan led her back to their own mat and set of ropes, recalling all the things he's done wrong to bring him to this moment.
"Alright, we'll be working on Nijubishi and Takatekote techniques. You'll learn how to restrain your partner in a safe and fun way."
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
Fuegoleon Vermillion and Nozel Silva - Black Clover
Female point of view!! Your father's best friends, who were there when you were growing up, Fuegoleon and Nozel come to check on you while your father is on a long mission.
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