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So for horny ds motogp thoughts, some questions for you:
Do you feel anyone else but Marc and Fabio for this au?
Which of the motogp guys likes blindfolds? Perhaps also while on a leash, just trusting you to navigate them? Also not knowing when they will be touched and where
Whom of them has a nice vibrating plug all through their private non family christmas dinner with their dom (not all of the cristmas days must be with family 😁). Perhaps a cockring too? And then perhaps after clean up said cockring removed as you cuddle in front of the cristmas tree, as dom praises them for being so good and their allowed to come now?
Bondage? Anyone of them spending christmas being wrapped in beautifully arranged satin ribbon? Whose mind goes all warm and floaty during shibari? Who gets fucked after being all wrapped up and who are such a pretty and good ornament?
Who likes spanking/flogging etc? Perhaps a nice christmas spanking as a treat until coming while rutting against their doms thigh or new years flogging to release tension and leave 2023 behind?
Who kneels prettily on a pillow during new years dinner?
Who adores hot and cold play? Apparently Enea has gone skiing...
Who has spent pretty much every second since the family dinner under and all floaty with their domsnd they having all kind of fun times.
Who would really prefer to spend some quality time getting their dom off as many times as possible, their dom stroking their collar as they shiver kneeling down and begging to be allowed to make dom come again?
Who is spending all new years eve getting edged? Who is coming as many times and their delightfully overstimulated mind and body can handle?
Would any of them like fucking machines? Being fucked so good while going down on their dom?
Cheers and happy new year to you and yours 🏍 anon
Jesus Christ 🏍 anon you really knocked this out of the park oh my god. I love this, holy fuck this is so so so good. I'm gonna discuss a little bit about each of these concepts but I will happily write more about any of them just let me know (also remember, I do write for motogp!! I love this zoom zoom men!!)
D/S AU - So Marc and fabio are my absolute faves, so of course I speak about them the most. But I'm also really intrigued by both Alex's, Jorge, Bez and Luca for this AU. Oh and Enea, of course.
BLINDFOLDS - Oooh great question. So firstly, I think Marc loves blindfolds, just because he loves trust exercises? Anything that allows him to place his trust in you is always something he wants to do. As for being on a leash blindfolded, my immediate thought was enea or bez? For Enea it's just because he loves being in subspace for long periods, but for Bezz it's because he's been bratting all day so now he's blindfolded, gagged, restrained and lead around with a leash.
CHRISTMAS DINNER - somehow my mind went to Luca? Just because I think that Luca really loves to be tested for long periods, and he especially loves when you don't even acknowledge that he's been tested. So you put the plug and cockring on him before the dinner, but then you don't acknowledge it the entire dinner. He isnt allowed to talk about it either, has to keep it together until after dinner. The moment everyone has left, Luca just falls apart, instantly whining and falling into your arms, begging for relief.
BONDAGE - I can't stop thinking about Alex Marquez in bondage, so I'm gonna talk about that here. So obviously we all know that Alex is pretty squirmy and he likes to makes jokes and babble and while all of that is obviously adorable, the only real way to make him all quiet and floaty is bondage. So on Christmas, you tie him in red rope and the moment he feels the rope on his skin, he just relaxes so nicely. He spends the whole Christmas like that, he loves it so much.
FLOGGING - Definitely Marc. You've already done the whole sweet goodbye scenes and whatnot, now he just... he wants to be absolutely wrecked for the new year and leave 2023 behind. He wants to be absolutely wrecked, spanked until he can't even move and made to rut against your thigh until he spills everywhere. He spends the first day of 2024 drifting in subspace, completely satiated.
KNEELING - Fabio. Zero question about this it's obviously fabio. He sits SO prettily, letting you hand feed him his entire dinner. When you're not feeding him, he rests his head against your thigh and smiles up at you, so so happy and content kneeling at his dom's side. He doesn't even participate in any of the dinner conversations, just kneels there and no one disturbs him because they can see how happy he is. He is also the one who spends all time since family dinner in subspace all nice and floaty. He spends Christmas with family and then goes straight to you and is with you until after new year, just being a happy sub. You invite some friends over sometimes, but he's always with you.
SCENING ON NEW YEARS - Jorge. He's a very horny little shit. He wants to be edged and overstimulated and fucked so hard that he can't even say his own name by the time New Years comes around.
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god enea in red is something else
the other are also sooo fine again they could do literally anything with me
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Another assassin, come for vengeance. He saw the girl recoil in fear. Beg not to have to fight. Try, clumsily, to defend herself. She was overmatched and out of her league.
She was going to die in front of his eyes.
He thought of a red-swaddled infant, screaming next to a mother’s corpse.
No.
The brush began to ignite, a product of the strange magicks that he knew surrounded the girl. He saw the other assassin’s muscles tense, the barest flicker of blades being drawn. This wasn’t a clean kill. She was here to gloat. She was here to torment. She was here to murder.
No.
In an instant, he was next to the girl. The would-be murderer was dead. He had heard her shout for vengeance, cry for blood. There would have been no talk. No matter what he had tried to do.
“Are you hurt?” He asked the girl.
“Oh god, another one?!” She asked. Eyes wild. Terrified. Overwrought. Crying. Unstable. He needed to defuse this.
“Your life is in danger,” he said. “I choose to protect you. If you wish to live, we must leave. Now.”
The girl already had her staff off the ground. Her hands were shaking so much she could barely hold it. He watched the wheels turn in her head. It wasn’t long before she nodded, tears evaporating from the heat.
“This way.”
He hadn’t felt so awake since everything that mattered to him died. His heart was racing. There could be more nearby. If anyone had known the girl’s identity, there should be more nearby. As they passed the fresh corpse, the girl gave it a slight bow.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“This way.” He wanted to disappear, to watch from the shadows, to do anything but be out in the open with a target on his back. He thought of a man being torn apart by bullets he never saw coming. He thought of running away, bleeding, broken, hunted.
But he didn’t flee. He guided her to cover, hiding behind a nearby ruin. She got low to the ground. He stood there, listening. Looking.
And what he heard was the girl shaking. Panicking. Traumatized. It dawned on him that for all her magical prowess, she might not have ever killed anyone. He recalled that the Tachibana patriarch hated magic.
It all made sense.
“Do I...” He counted her breaths. Far too rapid. “Hmm, I...what do I...”
He recalled his teacher.
“Take a deep breath. Hold it. Count to three. Release.”
She did so, immediately, and he concluded she must have been used to having to calm herself down. A few breaths later she was no longer a maelstrom of twisting aether, at the least.
“We will wait here one hour”, he said. Mor Dhona wasn’t far, and there was a watch. But they couldn’t stay long, he realized. The other assassin was also Doman. Staying amidst others was dangerous for the girl. But she wouldn’t be able to travel far. Not like this, not without a mount, and being caught in the open at night was far more dangerous. “Then we will return to the camp. You live in the desert?”
“I don’t have a home... I mean, a friend lets me use her apartment, sometimes.”
So she didn’t have a proper home, either. That explained the wandering. There hadn’t been a pattern, after all - she was merely going from place to place with her whims.
“...I see.”
“Who...are you? I was going to introduce myself, but... I don’t think I need to.”
“Call me what you wish.” He realized this wouldn’t be enough for her - he could see the confusion on her face. “The last person I spoke with called me ‘Shadow’.”
“Shadow...” she repeated. “Were you... looking for me, as well?”
He said nothing, choosing instead to keep a silent vigil. When he had judged the hour to have passed, he bade the girl follow him and made for the camp. The corpse lay exactly where it had been, and the girl gagged when she saw it. He tried to comfort her.
“If I did not kill her, she would have returned. She would keep returning until one of you was dead.” After a few seconds, he added: “Sitting and eating will help.”
They reached Mor Dhona without any further incident, though he was ready every step of the way. He said nothing beyond the bare minimum required, exchanging nods with the guard at the gate. At the inn, he paid for the girl’s food. She took a seat with a plate, and seemed confused when he instead stood to the side of the fireplace, almost melting entirely into the darkness.
“I will stand,” he explained. “If we are attacked, I will be ready.”
The girl picked up her fork, and he could see it tremble in her hand. “Is it true?” She asked. “Did my family cause all of this?”
He hadn’t expected the question. He wasn’t prepared to answer it. He said nothing.
“I’ve...had a feeling,” she continued. “After the refugees arrived. I was afraid to find out the details of what happened. I avoided all the Domans I found...”
She didn’t know.
But she needed to.
“The Tachibana clan’s treachery is known of by all. As are their deaths.”
The fire in the hearth flickered a moment, then burst, the crackling sound of logs burning giving way to what was practically a roar. The girl dropped her utensils, burying her face in her hands. She tried in vain to muffle the sobbing. The other patrons in the building became conspicuously more fascinated with their food and paying attention to themselves.
He said nothing. There was nothing to say. Not yet. Not while she was still sobbing. Not while the grief was so great it was all that could fit in her thoughts. Interceptor crawled under the table to sit at her feet.
The dog was better at reading emotions than he was.
It took time, but eventually the flames died down once more, and the girl was wiping her face with the sleeves of her dress. This, then, was the time to be plain with her.
“You will need to consider your next move.”
Realization dawned on her. “You think there are others?”
“So long as you are reviled for your name, more will come.”
“By the gods... what can I even do? Change my name and dress? Hide? My father kicked me out of our house when I wasn’t even ten, and only because I carried magic in my blood. And now shinobi hunt me down for the sins he committed?!”
“They think revenge will lessen their burden.” He didn’t add that he spoke from experience. He hoped she hadn’t realized.
“Then... I guess I’d better be ready to die?” She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She knew it wasn’t fair. He knew it wasn’t fair. She was lashing out, wounded, hurt terribly by everything. He did not challenge her. She came to the realization on her own: “I should not make hasty decisions,” she said. A deep breath. The wheels turning again. She wasn’t a helpless girl, just one who didn’t want to hurt anyone. He saw the difference.
She nodded softly to herself. “First, I need to find a safe place to stay.”
“I’ll help you,” he said, before he’d even realized it. He’d made the decision days ago, he realized. But was it one to stay with? “But know that I might leave at any time, if I so desire. Death follows wherever I go. I may not be suited to serving you.”
“Serve me?” She asked. There was bitterness in her voice, he recognized. “That takes me back...” A few seconds lost. It was likely she was recalling her youth. Recalling something painful.
When she came back to the here and now, she looked up at him. “I would appreciate your help, and your company. And... I understand if you decide to leave.”
“Then the first step,” he said, “Is to secure a place to sleep tonight.”
“We can teleport to the Mist and use Enea’s apartment,” she said.
“No.” he replied, a bit too quickly. “To use teleportation magic is to tread upon the realm of the dead. It disturbs their rest.”
“Oh,” she said. “It does?”
“Yes.”
“I guess we could walk there,” she concluded. “But it will be a few nights before we make it there. A room would be more defensible than camping in the open.”
“I will secure transport”, he caught himself saying before he realized it.
“Thanks,” she said.
“We will leave in the morning.”
She gestured to the dog at her feet. “Is he yours?”
“His name is Interceptor. Be careful. He eats strangers.”
“Interceptor...” For the first time he’d seen that day, she smiled. “Did you name him? He alerted me back there...”
“I know.”
“Should we find somewhere to stay the night then?”
“This tavern has rooms. If you would prefer, there are other buildings in town. You risk encountering other Domans the longer you travel here.”
“Let’s stay here, then.”
“Very well.”
It was a long night, one in which she barely slept. He set up his small altar in the corner of the room, gave thanks for the guidance, put the altar away again and sat in the corner the rest of the night.
He wasn’t sure where this would end, but he knew he had done the right thing.
@red-dlai
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