the boys wanna be her

You've got them all, by the balls causin' waterfalls, Stone walls, Bar brawls [Sarah Nash. 23. Mistress/Student. Wereleopard. Pansexual switch.]

[portaltown]

sarahnash:

Sarah didn’t know what the two slaves were fighting about. She had just emerged from her classroom and could barely see around the crowd. She heard a yelp and saw one of the slaves fall to the floor, which was when she noticed the professor with the weird hair. 

She rolled her eyes at his comment and stepped directly in front of him, offering her hand to the fallen slave and hoisting them up. 

“What, you have a manga fanboy meeting to get to?” she asked the man with a mean smirk. 

“No, he’s just in my way. as are you.“ He looked up and down at the strange woman. “And you are a bit too close. Care stepping back a bit?“

[sarahnash-blog1]

Sara grinned. “But you were so good at moving out of the way when he was falling,” she said. “I’m sure you can do it again.” 

[xdakotawintersx]

sarahnash:

“So they tell me,” she replied. She was much more interested in the lovely boy in her home. She laced her fingers in their free hand and led them into the living room. 

“Have you ever done this before? Submitted?” she asked. 

They followed her, glancing around curiously as they made their way into the living room.

“I’ve always thought a Dominant can’t expect submission, if they’ve never submitted themselves. I don’t do it often, but I have done it,” they said.

[sarahnash-blog1]

“Oh, Real Dom Rules,” Sarah said with a laugh, scrunching her nose. “Well...” She pulled his hand to tug him against her body. “I want to tie you to my bed and tease you. How does that sound? I like that smirk of yours, but tonight I want to see how you look when you’re not in control.”

[sarahnash-blog1]

Sarah shook her head. “Stop,” she said, and walked Sibyla back against the pool wall, her hands on her hips. She lowered her head and kissed her again. “I’m still not going to fuck you until you say you want me,” she murmured. “But I’m going to warm you up first.”

[themoonisupsidedown]

[sarahnash-blog1]

getting summer started right || simon & sarah

All her exams were wrapped up. Grades hadn’t gone up yet, so she didn’t even need to expect a scolding call from her father. Sarah was enjoying this moment of absolute freedom. She knew eventually her parents would want her to have a plan for the summer. They would want to talk about her future. But right now, she was just laying on a lounge chair next to her pool, watching the sun go down over the island, a glass of wine in her hand. It was too nice of an evening to spend alone. She picked up her phone and texted Simon.

[txt]: come over. i have alcohol and i am barely clothed. 

[txt]: and i miss you. 

@simonxwest

[sarahnash-blog1]

Text: One more left and then I'm done. Happy about it too. Kinda worn out. Just want to chill for a bit, you know?

Text: hmm I might be able to help with that. I am pretty good at chilling.

[b0ngsandbesties-deactivated2024]

[sarahnash-blog1]

Text: How are you?

Text: good. Finals went well. You?

[sarahnash-blog1]

Text: Hey

Text: hey

[lunaslovic]

What the.. || Joey & Sarah

[lunaslovic]

sarahnash:

Sarah’s eyes widened. “What? Already?” she asked. Goddamnit. Some slaves were left to be delicate virgins while other ones were pounced on before they could even unpack, it seemed. She looked him over, checking for injuries. 

“Who? Were they okay…?” 

Joey nodded apologetically, if not even awkwardly. “Hey, I’m alright. I’m.. fine”, the male assured her quickly once he noticed her worried look. He could tell that she was a little upset and surprised, so was he after all, but after having had experience at the very same academy, the male didn’t think she’d be that concerned, though it certainly was flattering. 

“Lucas is his name and.. I don’t know, honestly” Though he did and it was far from okay. “But I’m alright, that’s all that matters, huh? I can deal with it, really”

[sarahnash-blog1]

“Hm, I don’t know him,” Sarah said, setting her lips in a thoughtful line. She didn’t know what she was feeling so she returned briefly to her food, thinking as she chewed. She could not say that her indignation was purely altruistic. Joey’s father had been a mentor to her and that made their families connected. They had similar, though not identical, pedigrees. So Joey being treated like a slave was a sort of insult to her, personally. She didn’t know why her parents didn’t see it that way. 

“Yes, you can,” she said after a moment. “A lot of the slaves seem to resign themselves to perpetual victimhood. You’re better than that.” But as she paused to take a drink, she reflected on what had always drawn her about Joey when they were in school - he wasn’t all toughened up like the other boys. She was a sucker for vulnerable, sensitive boys. “Well, you’re smart so you don’t have to get yourself into unnecessary trouble. But if someone picks on you, you know I have your back.”

[superboy-not-prime-blog]

Henri found himself lying down on the floor after a workout, really just thinking to himself, before being unable to really keep his thoughts to himself.

“Have you ever just look at someone and say to yourself. ‘Oooh, yes, I’d like a serving of that with some chocolate and sprinkles on top, please?”

[sarahnash-blog1]

Sarah stepped over the prone man as she made her way to the gym’s water fountain, chuckling as she bent over to catch the cool water in her mouth, before using it to fill her water bottle. 

“Yup,” she said.

[jaceconflagratio]

Jace was in a mood. The moods happened sometimes, and they made Simon cross, so he’d gotten out of the house this time, and perched himself on the inside of a window ledge in the main building - maybe study hall? He wasn’t really sure. He could see a long way from here, which made him feel better, and he tucked his legs up underneath himself, wrapped his tail around himself, but he still couldn’t seem to stop the occasional squeak and chirp, regular and level, his little snout resting against the windowpane. 

[sarahnash-blog1]

Sarah was trying to concentrate, but high-pitched little chirps kept on pulling her out of her studying. “What the fuck...?” she growled in annoyance, spinning around finally. A fucking bird, a chipmunk? But it was none of those things, and her eyebrows rose as she looked at the little creature on the windowpane. If not for the wings, she would have taken it for a very large lizard.  “Huh... I thought dragons were a bit bigger than this,” she observed.

[portaltown]

What a time to show up back at the institute. Fey sighed as he walked out of the headmasters office toward his office. As he brushed through his white hair he heard a scuffle heading his way. Without missing a beat he stepped to the side, allowing the person to fall. 

“Get off of the floor. You are in my way, idiot.”

[sarahnash-blog1]

Sarah didn’t know what the two slaves were fighting about. She had just emerged from her classroom and could barely see around the crowd. She heard a yelp and saw one of the slaves fall to the floor, which was when she noticed the professor with the weird hair. 

She rolled her eyes at his comment and stepped directly in front of him, offering her hand to the fallen slave and hoisting them up. 

“What, you have a manga fanboy meeting to get to?” she asked the man with a mean smirk. 

[andrews-gina]

sarahnash:

As soon as Gina fell silent, Sarah glanced over and grimaced, realizing she should have shut the fuck up. What was wrong with her? She just felt bad for these slaves, coming from normal, middle-class existences, totally unaware of how rich people used their money and power to manipulate others and stoke their own egos. And she was trying very hard not to treat Gina like a doll…when the island’s class system made it so easy. 

Maybe this was not the right time to give Gina a 101 on the politics of money.

“So…what about you? The place you grew up - was it nice?” she asked.

Gina looked up from her dress, her eyes glancing outside around them, wondering where they could be going on the island dressed like this. She was a little taken aback by Sarah’s question, but she didn’t mind her asking, turning towards her with a small smile as she thought about her home. “I t-think so.” She said with a brief shrug. “I-It was…small, q-quiet…” Cold, she wanted to say, it was a place she could never truly relax in. 

[sarahnash-blog1]

Sarah’s lips twitched up when she saw that smile, as small as it was. She liked seeing Gina smile more than she liked to admit. It just felt special. 

She wanted to ask more, but they were arriving at the restaurant. Sarah pulled the car up in front of the valet. By the time she put the car in park, the doorman was opening Gina’s door for her. Sarah got out on her own and handed the keys to the valet. 

[barbellsandfortitude]

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[sarahnash-blog1]

Sarah froze in surprise at first, definitely not having expected the shy girl to make a move. But it didn’t take her very long to recover from the shock. Her hand went to Sibyla’s waist without a thought, pulling her closer as she returned the kiss, make it deep and slow.

“Stop telling me I’m kind,” she said in a low, amused voice as she finally broke the kiss. “I have a reputation I’m sort of invested in, you know.” 

[xdakotawintersx]

sarahnash:

After dinner and a shower, Sarah prepared for her date by putting on her black La Perla bodysuit (though sans the goddamn itchy garters) and pouring some white wine. She coiled some ropes at the side of her bed and roamed around in her lingerie and bare feet, until she heard a knock at the door.

She was so excited. Since the moment she had seen Dakota, she had wanted to both dominate and submit, which wasn’t common. She opened the door and leaned in to kiss Dakota on the cheek, putting a glass of wine in their hand. 

“Welcome to the inside of my home,” she said. 

@xdakotawintersx

Dakota was excited to see Sarah again, even if they were in much different circumstances than before. They had put on a pair of nice jeans and a button down shirt. When Sarah opened the door, they smirked a little. “Well now, I just feel over dressed,” they teased, as the unbuttoned a couple of buttons, before heading inside.

They smiled, as she kissed him, and pressed their own kiss to her forehead. They took a sip of their wine, smiling lightly at her. “You’ve got a lovely home,” they murmured, smirking. “But, I’m sure you knew that.”

[sarahnash-blog1]

“So they tell me,” she replied. She was much more interested in the lovely boy in her home. She laced her fingers in their free hand and led them into the living room. 

“Have you ever done this before? Submitted?” she asked.