#miranda is not invited
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grrrechka · 1 year ago
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They having a meeting
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selenasgirltiffany21 · 2 months ago
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tampire · 9 months ago
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#Retail Mood
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warrior-of-luna · 8 months ago
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I feel like if Miranda ever actually got Eva back this woman would be so overprotective and over react whenever Eva was sick. Like she'd always watch over her, ensuring she's safe and nothing is going to put her in danger. Plus if this child as much as sneezes, not even from cold, she'd immediately took actions and give her vitamins and some medicine to make sure she won't be sick because she'd be scared to lose her again.
And till Eva was like a teenager Miranda's overprotectiveness would get a pass but the moment Eva becomes a rebelling teen I think she'd easily get annoyed with how Miranda acts.
Also Miranda would probably want to ensure that Eva’s friends are safe to hang out, not to mention dating Eva would be a nightmare because I bet Miranda would rarely find her crushes worthy or she'd put high expectations. Like they better treat her precious girl right and not hurt her or she'll have their head.
I think that the moment Eva is starting to grow up their relationship could be really strained :(
Like, Miranda only wants what's best for Eva and I'm sure she'd only try and be a good mom for her but I'm afraid it'd go too far. This woman needs psychological help or her trauma would damage her relationship with Eva, I fear.
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hellodahliah · 2 years ago
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act i.
previous / beginning / next
titania: the guests seem to have a good time, you should go and join them.
puck: mom... i just really want to say about this morning... i really appreciate everything you have done. even if i was a bit-...
titania: i know, puck. it's okay, i have also been a teenager once before.
hermia: puck?
puck: h-hi hermia, you look... wow!
hermia: thank you, um... could we talk?
puck: of course, is everything okay?
hermia: umm... about that.
titania: hmmm?
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lucy-moderatz · 7 months ago
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What can I say? I need a big dick.
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pickled-flowers · 2 years ago
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I have such a hard time relating to cishet people like wtf 😭
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royalreef · 9 months ago
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(( Honestly, Miranda's schooltime castle isn't a great place to trick-or-treat at... It's far, far away from everything else, at least an hour's drive from the dearest city and not in a proper neighborhood or anything, just in a pine forest, on a cliff, next to the sea. If you go up that lonely road, then you have to deal with the gates and the guards, which are ordinarily closed and will not let anyone past without permission from Miranda and/or Bellanda. And, even if you get there, it's a long walk through the castle grounds up to the front door, and an equally as long walk back.
But, hey! If your muse manages to do all of that (or wants to in the first place, which is a different criteria), then sure. You can trick or treat at Miranda's place.
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ravenouswreckage · 2 years ago
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What is the Coral Festival?
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(( In short — some species of merfolk experience a spike in gregariousness, sociability, fertility/virility, and attraction around the high tide and full moon of either late October or early November. This typically happens with the more spread out species, guaranteeing that they begin to gather together into a single place in larger numbers, and thus helping to improve genetic diversity.
In short, it's basically a heat or estrous cycle. That's all you really need to know.
There's more, too, since these aren't mammals we're talking about, and merfolk experience it differently than you might be typically used to, but that's the gist of it.
Since this is merfolk, and they're a sapient species with their own history and culture, and they all experience this at the same time, they usually make an event of it. Hence, Coral Festival, since merfolk especially connect it to the time when the coral spawns as well. The full name is Habp'll pl'qe ane'jhe Oikahj, which is what Miranda tends to call it, though I default to Coral Festival and Coral Season ( and sometimes Coral Madness, when Miranda especially feels frustrated and wants to complain about her own body, though this is much less "official" ). Miranda actually has a pretty good time of it, having a larger party at her castle for the entire duration, inviting the local High Royals and some of their friends, since she has good reason not to want her fellow Low Royals to be involved. There's food, good company, music, beds, and just about everything you could need for a nocturnal orgy every night for a week.
Every so often I've had her bring along other muses as guests, either being invited or wanting to come themselves, though Miranda tends not to just bring it up on a whim to her friends. Least of all because she's usually pretty distracted, mentally, although she's more "be friendly and sociable and just really want to bond with her friends and be friends with everyone" than how your typical "heat" might be written. There's also the factor of how the entire celebration is in the underwater portions of her castle, and typically solely remains there, which means her land friends need to figure out some way to breathe water to join. However, it also presents some unique lore, and represents one of the few chances other muses have to talk to just normal merfolk, who aren't a part of the royal courts and at most have control of a town or two.
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burntoutdragon · 22 days ago
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the apocalypse may be upon us BUT at least I got to watch Tangled with a bunch of my favorite band nerds and eat popcorn and play stupid video games
not a bad way to go out
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mrfoox · 10 months ago
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Hearing my mom obviously being worried about me inviting men to my home but also she understands I'm an grown woman and can do as I wish... More like ooooh no
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vir-adahlen · 1 year ago
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first time around i didn’t even really clock how severely miranda blew up flint’s spot with the letterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr MIRANDA! aaaah “this utopian desire hinges on the question of what it means to love someone you do not always agree with. What does it mean to love unconditionally? What toll does it take, and who picks up the pieces?”
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notesfromachair · 1 year ago
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You are SO not invited to my Oscar party
Hollywood is like high school with money. It’s a funny old expression that at this point seems a little too easy, if not reductive.  Sure, there are a lot of mean girls and guys in the entertainment industry that like to punch their power and wealth right between the eyes of all those they deem below them.  That is to say, the rest of us.  And these types don’t necessarily all live in…
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theraspberr1es · 11 days ago
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Jealous | Eddie x Reader x Volt
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Spoilers for the Love ending for Eddie and Volt
Synopsis: Someone gets jealous and you pay the price.
Relationship: Eddie x afab Reader x Volt
Read on Ao3?
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Working behind the bar at the Breaker Box is no sweat off your brow. In all honesty, it's nice to see your furniture interacting with each other. Penelope often comes up to ask you for advice. Dirk is always seen talking to at least one person per night, with Bats, unless Harper is present at the same time, in which case he’s painfully avoiding her. Dolly loves talking to you about her research while she nurses a beer. It’s fun. 
Another pro would be dressing nicely. There is literally no reason to dress up at home unless you’re helping Eddie and Volt at the bar. There was a sort of light bulb moment the minute the two men invited you back to keep helping out. 
The first time you pulled out a dressy blouse, slacks, and dress shoes, you beamed at the thought of getting ready with Barry. You were craving a reason to feel pretty. 
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Your heels clack against the wood flooring of the Breaker Box, announcing your arrival to Eddie and Volt. They sit at a booth talking over the game plan tonight. It’s a Friday, so it’s going to be packed. 
Once you get close enough, both Eddie and Volt look up from each other, and they both smile at you. Although Eddie’s is more of a light twitch of the corner of his lip. 
“Live wire, come.” Volt scoots down the booth chair and pats a spot right next to him. You give a kiss to Eddie first before you slip into the booth. It’s a short and sweet one that has him subtly leaning in for more once you pull away. Once you’ve plopped down, you kiss Volt, which makes him greedy. He eventually pulls away with a breath of pent-up energy that courses through his veins. 
“We’re just discussing what needs to be done backstage and what drink we should feature next season,” Eddie says, shuffling a few papers around. 
You perk up at the mention of potentially helping backstage. Although your first instinct is to be disappointed in the fact that you won’t get to show off your outfit. 
“Do you need help?” You ask Eddie, looking into his gray eyes that look less tired than they did when you first met. 
“Huh? Oh..no, I’m fine,” Volt nods beside you as Eddie speaks. “It’s just a few small things to do before Miranda gets on stage and I’ll come out to help you after.”
You observe Eddie, hoping he’s not under-selling the amount of work he needs to do. “If you’re sure,” you say, turning to look at Volt to see if his face will tell you anything. All you see is a comforting smile. 
“He’s got it, live wire,” Volt nods at you. Eddie’s gray eyes dart to the clock above the bar and moves to slide out of the booth. 
“We’ve got to set the tables.” The dark-haired man walks over to the bar to get a rag behind the counter. As he does so, Volt grabs your chin and turns your head to face him again. The last thing you see is his smirk as he continues his kiss from earlier. He only gets far enough to lay a hand on your hip, and Eddie speaks up. 
“Get up or we’re not having sex tonight,” the shorter man says as he puts the chairs back down onto the ground. 
Volt pulls away suddenly, leaving you semi-breathless. There is a blown-out appearance in your eyes as you look at Volt’s lips as he chuckles at Eddie’s words. Your lipstick is smeared over his lips. 
“Now I have to fix my lipstick, Volt!” You huff as you try to wipe at the edge of your lips with your finger, but Volt beats you to it by swiping the smear up with his thumb. 
“3…” 
“Are you counting down?”
“2…”
You and Volt scramble to get out of the slippery booth chairs. 
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The night is in full swing as patrons come up to the bar for drinks. It’s still early enough for Eddie to still be in the back. Miranda y las Migas are playing smooth rock that sets the intimate tone of the dimly lit bar. 
Just as you sent Dante off with his fireball mule, someone slides right up in front of you. 
“How ya’ doin sugar?” The black-haired man’s words slide off his tongue from the multiple instances he’s said those specific words. 
“I’m great, Tony! What about you?” You say, beaming a smile at the burly man in front of you. He looks good in a button-up, though it's hardly hiding his collarbone and his stupid set square necklace. 
“Oh…ya know, I’m just fixing everything up around the house,” Tony says, looking down at the bar’s countertop, seemingly more interested in the scratch that was left by Tina’s new bracelets. 
 “Thats…” you look down at Tony’s hand idly drawing circles on the bar, “really great!” 
“Yeah, I was thinkin we get outta here and we do some repairs together,” Tony said while still not looking at you. If you look closely, you could see a hint of red on his cheeks. It's hard to see in the dim lighting, so you’re just going to ignore it. 
“You know…like nail somethings and…uh, pound them inwithahammer.” He rushes through those last few words with an intended charming smile, but it looks more strained than anything. 
A short silence between you fills the air with only the band playing in the background. Then you burst out cackling. Not at Tony, though. At the situation. 
Unbeknownst to you, as you laugh so hard you have to close your eyes, Tony’s face becomes frazzled, and Tony is the type of man who was never frazzled in his life. 
“I’m sorry…” you let out between wheezes as Tony just looks over his shoulders, paranoid that someone saw what just happened. 
“I’m not laughing at you, Tony…it was a good joke!” You giggled out as you push your hair behind your ear before you go to wipe at the tears that have accumulated. 
Tony starts to read your response and starts laughing too. “Ha Ha! Yeah! Got ‘em!” He says slowly, genuinely laughing at his attempt to flirt with you. Maybe he should have listened to Rainey. 
“Alright, what can I get you?” You smile at Tony, it's award-winning in his book. 
He is caught off guard by your smile. “Oh, uh, just a Corner beer.” You nod with a grin and start pouring him one straight from the tap. 
The conversation between you continues between the customers you serve. Its actually enjoyable for both of you. Tony isn’t embarrassing himself anymore. He’s making you laugh with almost every word out of his mouth. 
The chime of your laughter is heard across the building where Volt is busy doing his hostly duties. He has to stop paying attention to what Luke is babbling about to look for you at the bar. 
Tony’s body is almost fully leaning over the counter to get closer to you. You’re leaning in to hear the toolbox better as he basically whispers into your ear about something surely not so interesting to be almost cheek to cheek. 
Volt digresses, its not cute. In fact, Volt’s body starts letting out a slight blue hue. 
“Whoa, I haven’t seen a look that deadly since we were surrounded in the great battle of 10,000 swarmers in the wastes,” Luke says seriously while looking off in the distance, like he was reminiscing about that specific memory. 
“My deepest apologies, Luke, but I must…take care of important business.” Volt does not spare a look at the redhead as he swiftly walks away from the table that only Luke occupies. 
Volt physically cannot look at the two of you anymore as he storms backstage to find Eddie with a screwdriver in his mouth, propped between his teeth. 
With a casual glance over his shoulder, Eddie’s thin eyebrows scrunch up into a concerned look. He quickly removes the Philips head from his mouth and turns his body to look at Volt, who appears to have a blue light shining on his back. 
“What happened?” Eddie blurts out, scrutinizing his lover for any physical tells. 
Volt crosses his arms and speaks softly to rein in his attitude. “You better get out there and go to the bar.”
“Why? Did something happen to her?” Eddie huffed, basically pushing Volt out of the way to slip past him. 
Just as Eddie pushes the door open, Volt follows after him as he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of you almost folding in on yourself from laughter. Tony sits across from you as he goes to tuck your hair behind your ear. 
“What. the. Fuck?” Eddie exasperates as he looks at the very clear flirting…okay maybe only on Tony’s behalf, but why did you let him touch you? 
Eddie sighs and rubs a hand down his face as he feels Volt getting more bitter with every passing moment. One of them has to be the voice of reason; this must mean Eddie has to be it for once in his life. 
“Look, I’ll go over there now and keep an eye on him, okay?” Eddie says while looking at the tall Englishman. But he seems so intent on looking at you and Tony that he doesn’t even acknowledge Eddie. 
Another groan from Eddie and a reluctant grab of Volt’s hand. It feels weird for Eddie to show affection in public, especially when the Breaker Box is filled. 
“Hey…” Volt’s eyes dart down to their hands and then to Eddie’s gray eyes. “Okay?” 
“Yes.” Volt nods, then brings Eddie’s hand to his mouth to kiss and lets go. He is swift to walk into the crowd of tables. 
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“So I says to her: What's got ya’ all heated?” Eddie overhears the ending of another one of Tony’s stupid stories. 
“Oh my god! You did not! Poor Winnifred!” You giggle, bringing your hands up to your mouth to cover the grin on your face. 
“I did-i did-” Eddie walks right up behind the bar, and you interrupt Tony in the middle of the conversation. 
“Hey! You’re back here early-” You’re stopped from uttering another word as Eddie grabs your waist and leans in to kiss you. 
A surprised yelp comes from you. It lasts for only a few seconds, but it’s all-consuming. Eddie pulls back with your bottom lip between his teeth and lets it slip out of its own accord. 
“Oh, hey Tony.” Both of Eddie’s hands now rest on top of the bar. They’re spread a bit from each other so that Eddie takes up Tony’s field of view from you, who is standing there, mouth open. 
“Need something?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows. His lips are smeared with the exact shade on your lips. 
“I-” Tony is again interrupted, but this time by Volt. 
“Live wire, be a darling and come help me with something,” Volt coaxed you from behind Eddie as he leaned against the bar. Tony looks at the white-haired man and observes the very same shade of red on Volt’s lips. 
“Uh-huh,” you mindlessly voice as you walk behind Eddie, who is still staring down Tony. 
As Volt guides you away from the bar, you try looking over your shoulder at Eddie, but your lover is careful to keep your eyes in front of you. 
“Is…Eddie okay?” You ask, tilting your head to try and look Volt in the eyes. “Rest assured, live wire, he is just fine,” Volt lets the words roll of his tongue as he softly pushes the small of your back towards the backstage room. 
As Volt swiftly closes and twists the lock on the door in one move, he corners you to the back wall. You stumble back as Volt invades your space. Your eyes blow wide again, for the second time today. 
“What-” you begin, but Volt grabs your chin to tilt your head up. He looks into your eyes for a few seconds.
“You know what you’re doing,” he deduces, then his hand slides from your chin down to your neck. Volt wraps his hand around the column of your neck, not squeezing, yet. He can feel your pulsing veins even from the light hold he has on you. 
He chuckles and leans down to you. You close your eyes, waiting for a kiss, but he stations his lips right next to your ear. 
“You’re such a naughty girl,” Volt purrs out slowly, then gives a nip at your earlobe. You slightly jerk your head away from his lips, but his hand on your neck makes its presence known by tightening its grip. He slowly applies pressure to the side of your neck, targeting your blood vessels and not your airway. 
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” you huff out from how charged up Volt suddenly is. You take it in stride, though. 
Volt slides his knee between your thighs and all the way up to the gusset of your panties. Another yelp is ripped from you as he slowly applies pressure with his strong thigh. 
“What has gotten into you two?” You ask breathly, huffing into the air. Volt starts to slowly bounce his knee, and your hips jerk involuntarily with need. He lets go of your neck to roam your body. 
Silver fingers find their way from your back to your waist and finally your hips. He grabs them and forces you to down further onto his knee. The friction feels good. You can feel your panties starting to dampen. 
“You’re ours,” Volt growls right before he roughly kisses you and pulls away right as you relax into it. 
He pulls his whole body away from yours and fixes his vest and runs a hand through his hair to push it back. 
“What?” You exclaimed as you squinted up at electricity personified. Your hair is ruffled, and your lipstick long gone. 
“You’re in for it tonight,” Volt says, turning around and grabbing his jacket that fell on the ground as you made out. 
“Are you serious?” You’re left alone, heavily breathing while looking at the door in disbelief. 
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He was serious. You walked out of the back room to hop right back into helping Eddie with the bar. Tony was nowhere to be seen for the rest of the night. 
As Volt escorts out a very drunk Jerry, you are left to close up the Breaker Box with the gray-eyed man. 
As you wipe at glasses, you side-eye Eddie as he wipes down the countertop. 
“So…” you drag out the ‘o’ sound, “what was tonight all about?” You question, casually trying to read the room. 
“Apparently, you know all about it, so you tell me,” Eddie says, placing the rag down and turning his head to look at you. 
You stand there and let out a scoff of a “hah.” 
“So you’re also being cryptic,” you shake your head in disbelief, and actually start getting frustrated. 
“Why were you letting Tony talk you up?” Eddie finally says it, and you can’t help but laugh in his face. 
Volt finally walks into your conversation and slides up right behind you. 
“We’re serious, love,” Volt takes the rag from your hand and folds it up to place it into a basket. 
“Ah-he was not talking me up!” You exclaim as you turn to look back at Volt. Your furrowed eyebrows portray how genuine you are. 
“You cannot be this stupid…” Eddie sighs as he brings a hand up to his eyebrows, trying desperately to stop himself from running a hand down his face. 
“He wasn’t!” 
“He was, live wire, and you know better, so stop being a brat and head upstairs,” Volt says with finality. He put on the ‘not another word of it’ voice, which made you automatically want to lash out. 
Volt steps out from behind you and in front without looking at you. You curl up your fists like you could physically do something about it, but you settle for a mean little tongue out. 
You stomp your way up the stairs, and Eddie yells up after you, “You better be naked before we get up there.”
You throw a middle finger over your shoulder without stopping. 
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You shuck off your heels and your dress quickly while grumbling about everything and nothing. 
It goes along the lines of ‘is it a crime to laugh with someone?’ and ‘god forbid a girl has joy in her life!’ 
“Oh, look at me, I’m Volt and Eddie, and I think I’m always right!” You mock both of them while shimmying off your still-damp panties. 
“Ugh!” You get so frustrated that you don’t have the patience to properly unhook your bra. 
That’s when you feel a pair of hands swiftly unhook your lace for you, and you just hang your head down in surrender. You look a little funny with your hands dangling as you slouch in place, not to mention your bra unhooked. 
“Come on,” Eddie’s voice rings out as he tugs on one of the straps. You shrug the strap down your shoulder and the other one. You were finally as clothed as the day you were born. 
Eddie guides you to the bed while holding your hand and positions you the way Volt likes this time. Pillow princess, as always, he sets up your pillows and fans out your hair. He’s taking every artistic opportunity to get you on Volt’s good side. 
“Is this a present for me?” You hear his voice before you see him, as your vision is filled with Eddie. 
You feel Volt sit on the other side of the bed as Eddie brushes a few strands away from your face. Silver fingers beeline it to your exposed core. A small shock is sent through your body as his fingers meet your hole. He scoops up some of your wetness and brings it to his mouth. 
“Perfect, always tastes better when you’re boiling,” Volt whispers into your ear as he starts kissing your neck. He giggles as you jolt away from his nipping. His ultimate goal is to leave you looking like a polka-dot pattern.
Eddie starts undressing while watching the two of you. He can feel himself start to harden from how Volt teases you. The white-haired man works his fingers into you as he kisses at your face, lips, and neck. It’s like he can’t get enough of you. 
“You need to open up more, live wire,” Volt coos at you as your hips jerk up and a whine bubbles from your chest. Your body is already hot to the touch. Eddie’s cool fingers grasp onto your thighs and squeeze them to let you know he’s there. 
The dark-haired man makes you sit up so that he can sit behind you. He leans you back and you can feel his cock poking you. His pre-cum makes you shiver. As Eddie gets settled, Volt starts kissing his way down your body. 
Eddie rests his legs outside of yours and eventually hooks yours over his. 
Volt’s hand reaches to your clit before his lips can. His lips make a pit stop at your thighs to give it a bite mark. “Volt!” 
“Mh-mm-mm,” Volt hums into your skin as your legs jerk to try and get him to unlatch from the fat of your thigh. Eddie’s hands move to hold your knees still. As Volt rubs slow circles on your clit, he sends small zaps that make your hips buck back into Eddie’s hard-on. 
A grunt comes from Eddie as your hips reel back again. “Careful, live wire, or else Eddie’s going to be bad cop,” Volt chimes in, now swiftly undressing himself on the side of the bed. 
Eddie’s gray eyes roll at the comment. As Volt shucks off his underware, he kneels in front of you and props his cock on top of your mound. He pumps himself a for a few strokes and smirks down at your anticipatory gaze. 
“You looked so beautiful tonight,” Volt purrs as he taps his cock on your clit. You huff at his endless teasing. 
Volt’s right hand reaches past your head to right under Eddie's mouth, and they have a conversation filled with looks as the dark-haired male spits into Volt’s hand. 
Volt whispers a thank you and slathers his length with Eddie’s spit. Just as silver fingers go to push his head into your pulsing hole, he just has to say something.
“Say you’re ours and I’ll fuck you,” Volt’s face is serious, he drops his smirk and looks down at you with expectant eyes. 
“Come on, just say it for us,” Eddie decides this is the perfect time to pitch in behind you. He whispers it right into your ear. 
“I’m yours!” You rush out trying to get Volt to just push in already. “Only ours?” Volt tilts his head down again to catch your eyes.
“Yes! Only-YOURS!” In the middle of your response, Volt sinks in and lets out a very sexy groan that leads into a chuckle. Eddie’s hand snakes from your knees to your clit and starts rubbing tight circles at it. 
“No, no, Eddie, I’ll cum too fast,” You whimper back to him trying to push away his hand as Volt starts to thrust. His hand binds both of yours at your wrist. He keeps them pinned to your chest as he starts a rough pace. 
Air is punched out of you with every pound. It’s almost too much with how much is going on. 
“Be a good girl for us,” Eddie whispers as his unoccupied hand pinches at your nipples. You can’t help but gasp for air as Volt angles his cock at the right place. Your insides clench around him like a vice at how quickly they are getting you to the edge. 
Eddie leaves bites of his own on your neck as your body rocks into his cock. He’s definitely getting off on the sensation. He is so focused on keeping a steady pace on your clit to get you to the edge.
“My pretty girl,” Volt pants out as he looks down at your face, glistening with sweat as he and Eddie work you up to your release. His left hand goes to grab your face by your jaw and jerks your head to look at him. 
“You’re ours. Not Tony’s, not anyone else. Ours,” Volt punctuates every word with a hard thrust into you that is accompanied by yelps from you. The band in your tummy snaps and you cum hard and fast on Volt’s cock. It's squeezing the life out of him. He hisses as his cock is forced to pop out from the gushing. Eddie is stunned for a second at the sight of Volt’s lower abdomen getting drenched, but he works at squeezing every last bit out of you. 
Your hips writhe under Eddie’s fingers. You whine, and Volt quickly shushes you as he slides back in to use you to finish. His thrusts are off beat and desperate. 
“Be a good girl for him.” Eddie’s voice is strained, and his words slip through clenched teeth. Volt moans unapologetically as he cums in you. You moan with him and feel him dump loads in you. 
Volt gives the two of you a second to catch your breath, but pulls out and flips you over and yanks you back by the thighs till your face is at Eddie’s cock. It throbs in the air and is leaking pre-cum down his shaft. 
“You know what to do,” Volt says lightly patting your ass that’s in the air as you lean down to take Eddie into your mouth. 
“Thank you, sweet girl,” Eddie says, brushing your hair back from your face and caressing your head. You press your tongue against the underside of his cock as you slowly bob up and down. Hollowing your cheeks, you focus on his tip and swirl your tongue over it. Eddie groans. 
“I’m gonna cum soon,” He gives a warning, as he brings his hand up to his hair to push is back. You try hard to take him all the way, but you gag around his tip. That’s the tipping point for him as he lets out a strangled moan. 
You have no choice but to lick up the cum he spurts in your mouth. 
“Good girl,” Volt chimes in with a wet rag in his hands, he’s already wiping at the mess he’s made of you. You collapse on the bed with your head propped on Eddie’s thigh and your ass still in the air for Volt to clean up. 
“You were so good for us,” Eddie whispers to you as you close your eyes in exhaustion. 
“Get up, we need to change the sheets since someone wet-” Volt is cut off by your loud, “STOOOPPP!” 
“Aw, its not embarrassing,” Volt chuckles as Eddie princess carries your limp body off the bed. Volt kisses the back of your head as Eddie passes him to go to the bathroom. 
Eddie lets you do your business and sets you in the middle of them on the bed as he guides you with your jelly legs. 
The light in the room is turned off, and you start to drift to sleep, but Volt speaks up. 
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten so…jealous of…Tony,” Volt has to grit out the words ‘jealous’ and ‘Tony’ like it’ll kill him if he says it. “But I can’t help but be protective of the things I love,” He ends his soliloquy with a kiss to your forehead and a rub on your back as he hugs you in bed. 
In the dark, Eddie smiles at the two of you. He’s glad Volt took his advice. 
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Thanks for reading! Let me know what other situations you would like to see these hot sexy men in! - (•˕ •マ.ᐟ
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copperbadge · 1 month ago
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The Chicken Salad War
Available Friday, June 13th!
Many years ago, I was hired to serve as the personal chef to the royal family of Askazer-Shivadlakia, a small nation I did not know well.
I had advertised my services as an elite personal chef, and had many offers, but the Shivadh king swayed me because of what he told me when we met: that he had only a passing interest in gourmet food, and that he was hiring the best chef he could find not as a status symbol or from personal desire, but as a gift for his wife on the occasion of their fifteenth wedding anniversary. I was charmed by such a gesture, explained in the king's excellent French, and pleased that he was interested to hire my brother Hugo as sommelier, a position which had been open for some time.
King Michaelis and his wife Queen Miranda had a little boy of four, and the family had suffered a tragedy which meant they sometimes cared for a young girl the same age, their son's cousin. I knew I had chosen my new job well when, arriving in the kitchen for the first time, two solemn little children were waiting to greet me in prattling French.
Coming next Friday, the newest Shivadh romance!
Simon LeFevre, chef to the royal family, has spent thirty years looking after the Palace children, and now their children's children. This year, in addition to his domestic duties, he's sitting on the planning committee for the Reclamation Day Festival, overseeing the food tents and cooking competition. Unfortunately he's been partnered up for the project with the city's newest chef, Mr. Ylias Lazaar, with whom he's already clashed over...ricotta.
Ylias, glad to be home where nobody blinks much at a woman who prefers male honorifics, is opening her own restaurant at last, and enjoys putting Simon on the back foot. When she claims she could improve on the curried chicken salad he served for Prince Noah's graduation party, they decide they'll both enter the yearly cooking competition -- and may the best man win.
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The Chicken Salad War will be posted to Archive Of Our Own, one chapter per day, beginning on June 13th; the entire text will also be made available in google docs. Both version will be linked here, day by day, starting on the 13th.
The author invites commentary and criticism so that he may edit the book appropriately ahead of publishing it as hardcopy, ebook, and PDF later this summer.
Stay tuned!
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inky-duchess · 8 months ago
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Fantasy Guide to Dukes and Duchesses
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This new series will offer an indepth view of each noble title in the standard European hierarchy of noble titles. Here we will discuss what they are, their lands, their jobs and everything you need to know when writing them.
What is a Duke exactly?
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A Dukedom is the highest rank in most noble hierarchies. The Duke rules a section of land within the Kingdom known as a Duchy, for example the Duke of Lancaster or can be a standalone title, Duke of Rothesay. A Dukedom is inherited through the family line, from father to so but the title is bestowed on the by the monarch. Monarchs can also give their children Dukedoms, and often do. For example the second son of the King of France would be the Duc d'Orleans.
Titles, Titles
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The Duke is the highest ranking in the land. They are the first among the nobility, among the wealthiest, with the most prestige. A Duke is referred to as 'Your Grace'. If one is meeting a Duke in a social setting, nobles would call them Duke whilst underlyings would call them "Your Grace". A Duke would also hold subsidiary such as an Earldom or two, a Barony or three. But would go by Duke as it is the highest title. Fun fact, Carlos Fitz-James Stuart (pic above) has the most titles:
He is: Carlos Fitz-James Stuart, Duke of Alba, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Berwick, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Huéscar, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Liria and Jérica, Grandee of Spain, Count-Duke of Olivares, Grandee of Spain,Marquess of Carpio, Grandee of Spain, Marquess of La Algaba, Marquess of Barcarrota, Marquess of Castañeda, Marquess of Coria, Marquess of Eliche, Marquess of Mirallo, Marquess of la Mota, Marquess of Moya, Marquess of Osera, Marquess of San Leonardo, Marquess of Sarria, Marquess of Tarazona, Marquess of Valdunquillo, Marquess of Villanueva del Fresno, Marquess of Villanueva del Río, Count of Lemos, Grandee of Spain, Count of Lerín, Grandee of Spain, Constable of Navarre, Count of Miranda del Castañar, Grandee of Spain, Count of Monterrey, Grandee of Spain, Count of Osorno, Grandee of Spain, Count of Andrade, Count of Ayala, Count of Casarrubios del Monte, Count of Fuentes de Valdepero, Count of Fuentidueña, Count of Galve, Count of Elves, Count of Modica, Count of San Esteban de Gormaz, Count of Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Count of Villalba, Viscount of la Calzada, Lord of Moguer.
The Family of the Duke
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The wife of a Duke is a Duchess. If a Duke is married to a man, while there is no real world examples, I would personally say they would take one of those other subsidiary titles I mentioned above. Same thing with a ruling Duchess and her wife. However, a ruling Duchess's husband usually sticks with whatever title he came with. The heir of the Duke usually inherits their parent's next highest title, usually an Earldom. The other children are styled as Lord/Lady Firstname.
The Role of the Duke
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As the Duke is leader of the Duchy, which is a large section of the kingdom. They are in control of this section, the highest power in law and order, politics and all things in that section with only the monarch above. They handle administration at the highest level, raising troops from their duchy for the crown in times of war, see the collection of taxes and sometimes they might even advise the monarch if they are offered a place of the monarch's council. They would also attend the monarch at their coronation.
Cribs
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Dukes like a lot of nobility would have multiple houses, manors, estates etc. Their homes would be the grandest in the land and the social hubs for the Duchy and even the country. A Duke would sometimes live at court when invited but would also have the homes in the capital. This vast portfolio can become a source of income as the Duke can rent them out or a handy way to shelf relatives who depended on them.
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