Diva! Domme! Goddess!

Mercedes was nervous, beyond nervous, which considering who she was, was saying something. She apparently had a secret admirer, and as much as she wished she knew who it was, she couldn't be sure. As a Domme, a lot of subs and switches crushed on you; none had ever been so bold as to send her a note publicly inviting her out.

Because it was painting, Mercedes went with a pair of hip-hugging jeans, an off-the-shoulder pink and white shirt with hearts to stay on theme, and a pair of her five-inch FMP just because she loved how the heels made her legs look even in jeans. She threw her hair in a high ponytail and made her way out, excited to see who she was meeting.

MERCY: Do I look stupid! I may be hosting big sister but that man is so damn over protective. I am not telling him a thing

Luke smiled when he saw her, she looked lovely in her sundress. He, himself, was in usual dark jeans and a black v neck sweater. “Hey, there. Fancy meeting you,” he joked, smiling, then chuckled when he saw her apron, “should I even ask how you got that personalized for this academy sanctioned class?” He shook his head, amused.

“They said we’re making chicken parm, that should be easy enough, no?”

Mercedes was nervous, beyond nervous, which considering who she was, was saying something. She apparently had a secret admirer, and as much as she wished she knew who it was, she couldn't be sure. As a Domme, a lot of subs and switches crushed on you; none had ever been so bold as to send her a note publicly inviting her out.

Because it was painting, Mercedes went with a pair of hip-hugging jeans, an off-the-shoulder pink and white shirt with hearts to stay on theme, and a pair of her five-inch FMP just because she loved how the heels made her legs look even in jeans. She threw her hair in a high ponytail and made her way out, excited to see who she was meeting.

Crushes and Painting || 2/25/23

Mercedes was nervous, beyond nervous, which considering who she was, was saying something. She apparently had a secret admirer, and as much as she wished she knew who it was, she couldn’t be sure. As a Domme, a lot of subs and switches crushed on you; none had ever been so bold as to send her a note publicly inviting her out.

Because it was painting, Mercedes went with a pair of hip-hugging jeans, an off-the-shoulder pink and white shirt with hearts to stay on theme, and a pair of her five-inch FMP just because she loved how the heels made her legs look even in jeans. She threw her hair in a high ponytail and made her way out, excited to see who she was meeting.

@switchtrev

After literal years of pining after Mercedes Jones, of amping himself up only to chicken out at the last moment, after the nights spent thinking of only her, and the months apart in which he worried daily...Trevor decided he would make this Valentine’s Day extra special. With the years rolling and their need to exit the Academy growing, he’d finally managed to reach a point of knowing it was now or never. And, the Valentine’s Day activities had only provided the perfect opportunity. 

Mercy: The more the merrier! Lets do it! I think we all need time away and to unwind before we get really busy

Santana: I thought so too.

My name is Sam. And, yeah, I'm the new kid on the block. I haven't really seen anyone around yet so figured I'd introduce myself - Sam, I am.... - and I don't like green eggs and ham.

Did y'all know there's actual classes here? I thought this was going to be a big final 'Hurrah' kind of thing. Turns out, there's like actual lectures and assignments and... math.

Anyway, I'm over at Smith Hall, and to whomever may be my new roommate - I hope you like hilarious impressions. And hate shirts as much as I do.