#please we have two big receivers feed them

[sluts4matt]

okay, i feel like this could be crazy? please take this any direction you want. like reader is at a party (like tara’s party) and her and chris get in a fight over a photo that was posted during the party. this has been on the mind, and im just not the correct person to execute this idea. but please take this any direction and change anything, please and thank you! i love your work please keep posting 🫶🏻

JEALOUS

pairing: rough!dom chris x sub!reader

summary: a picture of you a little to close to another guy at tara's 1 milli party is posted on the internet. chris does NOT like that at all and has to teach you a lesson.

warnings: SMUT, rough sex, spanking, degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, light bondage, blindfolding, choking, orgasm denial, pet names, slight dumbification (because i love it so much ), light fluff at the end

word count: 1652

author's note: i really hope i did your request justice @lovelysturniolos i HAD to feed into everyone saying chris and tara would look cute, i'm sorry, sue me. kind, constructive criticism welcome.

"what the fuck is this?" your boyfriend, chris, asks holding his phone to you. his tone wasn't an amused one which was very unlike him. "what?" you mumble, furrowing your eyebrows as you bring yourself closer to his phone.

the two of you had the house to yourself for the evening, and currently sat on the couch in the living room. you looked at the picture, you were wearing your sparkly black dress, the fabric hugging you just right.

you hand was placed on some guys arm. why? you were absolutely hammered and ended up trying to make chris jealous out of your own jealousy. he had been close to tara almost all night, and while his attention was on you, part of you seemed to think he'd rather pay it to her.

you and chris had ended up losing each other within two hours of being there. but when you found him, and he was talking to tara with tha big ass grin of his. the one he always gives you. you couldn't stand it.your hand immediately found the guy nearest you, batting your eyelashes at him while you giggled at the jokes he told.

all in hopes that chris would look over and see, but he never did.

guess a picture was taken though, so you'd still technically be getting what you want. "who the fuck is that guy? huh?" chris demands. "honestly chris? couldn't tell you," you shrug. "but it was someone who was nice to me while my boyfriend was off with another chick," you mumble the last bit, but chris catches it.

the dry chuckle that leaves his mouth sends shivers down your spine, and the way he was staring at you made your stomach feel tight. "i don't give a fuck about tara," he says.

"really? coulda fooled me," you retort. chris' jaw clenched, and he stood up from the couch, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you off the couch.

"where are we going?" you ask as you try to keep up with his large strides. "i'm gonna fuck some sense into you," he states. "and then, we're going to have a little chat about who the fuck you belong to," he tells you, opening the door to his (your shared) bedroom and shoving you inside.

"chris-" "strip," he says, cutting you off. his voice was stern, and left no room for arguments. he walked over to the closet, grabbing the silk ties and blindfolds that sat in a box on the top shelf. you stripped your clothes, watching chris as he got into the box.

"hands behind your back," he commands, walking over to you. "chris-" "shut the fuck up," he snaps. "unless you're gonna say the safeword, please, shut the fuck up," he repeats. you nod your head.

he places the tie over your eyes, and brings your hands behind your back, tying them together. "get on the bed," he tells you, smacking your ass as you walk towards the bed.

you climb onto the bed, sitting in the middle of the mattress. "chris, i-" you're cut off by chris' hand covering your mouth. "if you're gonna be using that mouth, it's gonna be for something useful ma," he tells you. "so, either stop talking, or put that fucking mouth to work," he says.

you nod your head, and chris removes his hand from your mouth. "yes daddy," you mumble. "what was that baby?" he asks, knowing he heard you. "yes daddy," you speak up, earning a satisfied hum from chris.

"that's more like it," he says, taking his shirt off, and kicking his sweats and boxers off. he grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, and puts it under your knees.

"open your mouth," he tells you. and you obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. chris grabs the base of his cock and guides it into your mouth.

you swirl your tongue around the tip, kitty licking it. chris grabs the back of your head, and pushes himself into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. "fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good ma," he says, moving his hips and thrusting into your mouth.

he pulls himself out, and smacks your face with his cock a few times. he rubs his tip along your lips, smearing pre-cum all over them. "such a pretty fucking face," he muses, shoving his cock back into your mouth.

he groans as you take him back in, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off. "fucking choke on it baby," he groans, pushing your head further down until his cock hit the back of your throat, over and over again.

you gag on his dick, tears beginning to leak from your eyes, dampening the fabric of the blindfold. saliva dripped down the corners of your mouth.

"fuck, i'm close," he moans. you move your head faster, bobbing your head, gagging and choking on his cock. "shit baby, that's it. gonna cum down that pretty fucking throat," he moans.

he pushes your head down again, and holds you there, letting his cum paint the inside of your throat. "fuck, fuck," he breathes, his chest heaving. he wraps your head in a makeshift ponytail around his hand tugging your head back.

he admires the way the black blindfold contrasts against your tan skin, "so pretty baby, too bad you thought you had to make me jealous to get my fucking attention." he says.

he takes his cock from your mouth and wipes the remaining saliva and cum off on your cheek. "now, i'm gonna fuck some sense into you, and after that, we're gonna talk about why it is you're my fucking girl," he says, pulling you up and positioning you how he wants.

his favorite position had your ass up in the air and your cheek pressed against the mattress. he rubbed your right ass cheek before raising his hand and landing a hard smack down on it. the sound echoed in the room, and the stinging sensation had you moaning because of the pain and pleasure.

"this ass, mine," he says, landing a few more harsh slaps down. "this pussy, mine," he continues, sliding his cock between your folds and pressing the tip at your entrance. "mhm, fuck," you gasp, as chris pushes himself into your cunt.

his right hand finds its way in-between your shoulder blades, shoving you down further as his left hand has a steady grip on your hip. his hips smack against your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room, accompanied by his groans and grunts and your loud moans. "i wanna hear how good my cock is," chris tells you.

"fuck daddy, so big. feels so fucking good," you moan, gripping the silk fabric tied around your wrists. "so fucking tight, ma," he says, his right hand sliding down to grab the fabric tied around your wrists.

he tugs your body back, forcing himself deeper into your cunt, causing your breath to catch in your throat. his hips move a million miles an hour, chasing his release, choked whines left your mouth that had you gasping for air, drool running down your chin.

"so fucking pathetic, look at ya," he chuckles, watching as you come undone underneath him. "such a whiny bitch, can't even speak." he tugs on the tie again, pulling you up. his left hand slides up to wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly.

"gonna cum daddy," you babble, your high approaching. "no you're not," chris says, denying you of your orgasm. he pushes you back down, pounding into you with no mercy, "chris," you whine. "wanna act like a slut to get my attention, gonna get treated and used like one."

"fuck daddy," you whine, the knot in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter. "chris, please, need to cum," you beg. he moves his left hand up to grip the hair at the base of your skull, "don't you fucking dare," he threatens.

"gotta earn it baby," he tells you. "how do you earn daddy's permission?" he asks.

"please," you moan, unable to think of anything else to say. "not what i'm looking for," he says, bringing his hand down on your ass, leaving a red handprint on your skin. "fuck," you hiss. "daddy," you cry. "please, please, fuck," you beg.

"that's more like it," he grunts. he leans over your body, his left hand reaching up to hold the headboard while his right stays in the same place.

"go on then, cum on my cock," he whispers, biting down on your earlobe, tugging on it. his words send you over the edge, and you come undone underneath him. your pussy spasms around his cock, squeezing and clenching, milking his orgasm from him.

he fills your cunt up, coating your walls white. his thrusts become slower, and the grip he has on your body is softer, until he stops altogether, and pulls out of you.

"good girl," he praises, running his thumb along your entrance, catching the mixture of both of your orgasms and bringing it to his mouth. he sucks the digit clean, humming at the taste.

he lays down next to you, pulling you into him, "now, who do i belong too?" he asks, holding you close. "me," you answer. "mm, and who do you belong too?" he asks, kissing your head. "you," you reply, leaning up to kiss him.

"good girl," he hums, placing a kiss on your nose. "want me to doordash panda express princess?" he asks, nuzzling his face into the conjunction of your jaw and neck. he peppered small kisses making you giggle. "nap first," you tell him.

he nods his head, grabbing the blanket and draping it over the both of you. he presses a final kiss to your temple, whispering, "i love you baby," before the two of you drift off.

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[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE STRATEGY CALL

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. in which the stark racing f1 team talks about the 2025 strategy and beyond

content warnings. written in 3rd person

word count. 1.4k words

notes. with this chapter i wanted to involve a bit of politics and 'realistically' explain why stark racing won't immediately win a wdc (because with the whole set up, it would be possible). f1 are politics and no matter how many drivers say cash is king, connections have sometimes more worth

"welcome, everyone. thank you for tuning in", greets tony with a big smile on his face, spreading his arms as if going in for a hug.

"as you can see, i'm not currently with any departement, i'm doing the finishing touches in my own lab back in new york... since i don't want to drag anyone here to the US for meetings, we will proceed like this until january next year."

"now, i know it will be annoying with dragging your equipement with you and it's also unsafe, since you know... data secrets bla bla- so, in the next few days, each stark racing employee will receive the so called 'tactical intelligence glasses', which you can see me wearing. it's voice activated and can only be used by the one who sets it up, which will be you!" while speaking, tony fiddles with a pencil in his hand and starts walking around in his lab, showcasting it to every viewer.

"to cut things short, you'll receive a tutorial on how to use these glasses and set them up once you receive them. if you ever lose them, don't worry, we can track them. destroying them is pretty hard, but please don't try to make it a challange... our plan is to use them not only during meetings but also during the race, to keep our data from the cameras. with netflix, paparazzi and other cameras from the news, it's easy to steal data that shouldn't be accessible."

"alright then", he ends his ramblings with a clap, "we're going over the interesting part now. let's talk strategy..."

y/n let's her father's voice wash over her, her own glasses perched on her nose and feeding her constant information. in front of her are two holograms, projected by the hologram table in the meeting room she's currently in. the standing figure of her father and the presentation he's currently rattling off, all of it in a glowing blue.

next to her sits kevin, her future teammate, exhausted from the long 24 season but still paying attention. the rest of the room is filled with their team, the race engineers and trainers- each of them having their own glasses on.

to outsiders it looks like they're clowns, but it's a common sight in stark industries. decades ahead of the general public, stark stands for the future. of course they're trying to push it to the outer world, selling hologrammic equipement to both the industry but also private customers, but it's a slow progress.

the marketing team of SI hopes with their public use of the glasses and other devices they'll attract more customers, leaving the age of apple and samsung behind and instead welcoming the age of holograms. powered by starkanium, the production of phones, tablets, computers- anything really, is much cheaper and enviroment friendly than what's currently dominating the market.

shaking her head, y/n focuses on the presentation again. of course she knows it by heart already, she helped writing it, brooding over the strategy with the team ever since the team got announced.

"... the plan is to finish between 5th-3rd on the construction championship. not higher, not lower. we don't want to place higher, because this is our testing season. we will be practically sandbagging from the beginning, not revealing our true power for 2026."

yes... the construction championship. it will bring in money, not that they would need it, but it will justify the expenses they're going to make during the season to prepare for their second one. y/n is under no illusion, if they want, they could go all out and snag at least p2, if not p1. maybe she would even get her world championship- only then for everyone to say she won because she's driving a stark machine and not because of her own skill.

it sounds arrogant, she knows. but y/n believes, no, she doesn't only believe, she knows, she is one of the best in the whole world. if she can go against her father in an iron man suit, who can be only piloted by less than ten people in the world... winning in an f1 car is nothing.

but they've already made enemies for not waiting until 2026 like audi, 'enemies', who have much more pull within the motorsport world than them, simply because they're already established. christian horner is one, followed by toto wolff, the iconic red racing team not far behind.

with they're entry, they didn't make friends on the paddock, so for their first season... they can't be too good. or else their future seasons will be ruined.

it's stupid, to think like this, to think so far ahead, to think of others, in a sport where winning is everything. but it's not. cash and connections influence everything you do, how far you succeed. they have plenty of money, but are practically poor in connections. heck, even haas is better established than them.

they won't be, not after they're done after their first season. they will show the world, what stark racing is truly made of. and y/n will prove, that a woman can win.

"-bought data packs from previous seasons, dating back a whole decade, from mercedes and aston martin. cost a pretty penny, but data is everything. not to mention, after the big leak that happend in the middle of the season, we managed to grab enough data on all teams to calculate 3523 outcomes to this season. points, standings, anything." kevin wheezes at the number, which is followed by several data sheets. he gapes at the calculations, which predict another world championship for max 2064 times. all from the data they managed to collect.

"insane, right?", y/n whispers to kevin, who turns his head to her. his wide eyes make her snicker.

"welcome to stark racing, mate. just you wait until JARVIS and FRIDAY start feeding in new numbers and information." a muttered 'holy shit' is the only answer she gets and y/n has to snicker again. toto wolff once said something about formula one being war planning... well, he should know that stark industries and it's most brilliant minds know everything about war. be it on the market, by income or an actual alien invasion.

"we want to achieve at least one win, be it in a proper race or sprint, three podiums per driver and at least two fastest laps. and it will be possible", her father continues, pointing at a hologram of their car. it spins lazily in a circle, showing off it's aeorodynamic curves.

"this car is faster than the rb19, goes on par with the rb20. we don't know the upgrades from red bull, but another year and we can pretty much predict their stats for 2026. newey is predictable, all his upgrades point towards the perfection of the car, he focuses on what to make better and not invent something completely new. and if he does, he takes ages to prove it's better than what they had before. newey is brilliant, but he's no stark." there it is again, the facts of their rivals, taken apart and put back together to summerize their data in a few simple words.

"so, our motto for this season is testing, collecting data and improving for the next season. we're sandbagging, we're restricting ourselves. so if we ever do bad... we all know we could do much better. the engineering team will send first comparisons between the SR-1 and SR-2 out next week, y/n has already tested both cars in the sim, so we will have some data to read off."

"so, with that, we're pretty much done. thank you everyone for listening, i know for some it's very early right now, so if you have to read over the spark notes- JARVIS has put a summary of the most important information together, you'll receive the mail right after this converence. thank you again and welcome to stark racing, everyone!" claps fill the room and y/n takes off her glasses. it's exhausting to play mindgames like this, to calculate the desired outcome, but it will all come together.

hopefully, with her as a world champion, with the bold stark name on her back.

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

[mattsenthusiast]

𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆~ Matt Sturniolo

Word count: 5330

Summary: The reader gets hired as a photographer for her favourite band. Matt can’t help but be extremely interested in the girl, which leads to him making a bold move on stage.

Warnings: smut smut SMUT, smut with plot though, BDSM; slapping, hair pulling, tying up, blindfold, pain kink, exhibition kink and breath play if you squint, sub!Matt and dom!Reader, mommy kink, nicknames, use of vibrator, oral (m and f receiving), degrading, praising, finger sucking, cum feeding, face sitting, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), p in v, the bands name being ,,The Fingerers” is hilarious

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The feeling that was flowing through my veins probably could not be described with words. One of my favorite bands ,,The Fingerers” was having a show in my city, so how could I pass such an occasion? But just being there would not give me the satisfaction I needed, since I was a professional photographer, why not send my portfolio to the venue with proposition to be a scene cameraman?

I didn’t expect much but it was always worth a shot. So when I actually got an email back saying that they would gladly hire me for the time of the concert, I was on cloud nine.

The thought of being so close to them was overtaking my mind. The show was still a week ahead, but it didn’t stop me from planning stuff the whole time. I made sure that everything was perfect- from my equipment to my appearance. Come on I couldn’t pass a chance to look my best in front of the Sturniolos. They were insanely attractive so I obviously had to reach their level if I’m going to stand next to them. Also I can’t hide the fact that I have a thing for the guitarist Matt.

And here I am now, standing in the backstage and about to meet all three of the band members. I anxiously swayed from one leg to another and began fidgeting with the hem of my skirt that reached to my mid thigh.

I was very pleased with my outfit. It was an all black, considering that it was a rock concert and I didn’t want to be too out of place with some light colored clothes. I had a corset top that was paired with the skirt. I wore a big leather jacket over it to add this outfit a little bit more personality. The base was paired with fishnets and high, massive boots that made me taller than I already was and I also added some chains to top it all.

I felt super good with the way I looked today and it was definitely a big confidence boost.

Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the door opening and saw three familiar faces in the frame. Nick was the first one to enter the room, when he noticed me there he immediately started talking to me.

,,Hey! You must be the photographer for the show, am I right? I’m Nick and these two behind me are Matt and Chris” he said while pointing to the guys. I looked at them and Chris gave me a wave and smile while Matt just stared at me with his arms crossed on his chest.

Holy fuck and did he look hot as hell. His black, sleeveless shirt was exposing his toned, tattooed arms and collarbones that were begging for me to just bite into them. He also had a leather jacket draped over his right shoulder and a necklace dangling from his neck. I scanned down and my eyes landed on his hands, his fucking long fingered and ringed hands. I was sure that one touch from them could kill me and make me never want to have anything or anyone else touch me. He looked like an absolute daydream. My gaze landed on his face and my breathing stopped for a good second, he was wearing a fucking eyeliner that perfectly compliment his features. My heart could surely be heard from across the room.

I cleared my throat to get back to reality and looked back at Nick ,,yes I’m y/n I’m a big fan of your music guys, I can’t wait to take some damn good pictures for you” I laughed slightly to seem less awkward and he smiled back at me.

Chris walked up to Nick ,,Okay so we need to set up and we’re ready to go in a few. See you there” he gave me a quick hug and walked past me. It wasn’t long until the two other guys followed his lead, but I couldn’t help but notice Matt’s eyes piercing into me as he walked by. My mind was sabotaging me with all of the thoughts that were wildly running through it.

When I turned around and I couldn’t see them anymore I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Fuck this is going to be a long night.

Since I still had a bit of time before the show starts I decided to check if my camera was working. Just as I was about to snap a test picture I saw Matt appearing from the back of the curtains. He was humming a song, not looking into my direction at first, but when he picked up one of the last speakers and turned around to leave, his stare landed on me. He stopped right in front of my camera while I hit the button and the familiar snapping sound was heard. Without any word he just walked away with a smirk placed on his lips.

I looked at the photo I had just taken and fuck the camera was working well. Maybe a little bit too good even, I couldn’t pull my eyes from the sight on the screen. His damn arms are going to be the death of me tonight. I took a deep breath and looked at my phone to check the time. There was about 5 minutes left until we have to start so I took my camera, extra lenses and batteries just in case, and made my way onto the stage.

The venue was prepared fabulously, the lights matched perfectly with the vibe of the band and a screen behind the instruments was showing a big writing that said ,,The Fingerers” in a sharp font.

The boys were already in their places, waiting for the material to be lifted in less than three minutes. Chris was adjusting the microphone in front of him, Nick was hitting invisible drums with his sticks and Matt was tuning his guitar.

I gave them one last smile before making my way to the side where I was supposed to start filming.

The curtains were being lifted as the guys started playing their first song of the night. A huge wave of screaming fans could be heard along with the music. I was glad that I had some headphones on my head because otherwise a headache that would appear later would kill me.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t looking at Matt the whole time, the way his fingers swiftly ran across the strings of the guitar was filling my mind with so many unholy thoughts. I could feel myself becoming wet and had to press my legs together for a bit of friction.

I didn’t even notice when the first song ended and they smoothly transitioned to another one. I needed to take some individual shots of them all so I made my way towards the middle, starting with Nick and his drums. I made sure to catch a good shot of him head banging to the beat and spinning his drumstick in his right hand.

I started walking backwards and turned the camera towards Chris. At that exact moment his eyes were closed as he was gripping the base of the microphone, but when he opened them he turned his head towards me and smiled. After a second his whole body was turned into my direction and he took a step closer. I couldn’t say that it didn’t make me internally screaming because it definitely did.

Then suddenly I felt someone’s back being pressed to mine. I tilted my head slightly to the side only to see Matt’s face being inches apart from mine. I bit my lips and pulled the camera’s attention from Chris to him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from the heat of the room and his eyeliner was slightly smudged as well. It was time for his guitar solo, but then he did something that I would’ve never expected. He looked right into my eyes and winked at me as he slowly made his way onto his knees, without breaking the eye contact. He flawlessly played the song while throwing his head back with his lips slightly parted.

If I wasn’t weak before then I definitely was now. I was practically fucking him with my eyes. The lust on my face was so visible and the wetness in my underwear was begging to be taken care of. The solo was coming to an end and right when he played the last cords he slightly lifted his body while still being on his knees and threw his head and arms to the back.

Not even five seconds passed when he looked back into my eyes while panting heavily and smirking sinfully. His hands made their way to the back of my thighs, right under my skirt to help himself stand up. Our bodies were so close I could feel him pressing against me. I let out a quiet gasp as he laughed and walked away, getting back to playing.

Matt was such a heavy distraction for me during the show. The glances and smiles he was sending me could easily put me into coma, but I had to stay on the ground for the sake of getting the money from my job. I was so focused on him to the point where I didn’t even realize that they played three other songs and it was time for a break. As the curtains were getting closed I started to make my way to the backstage, just to be stopped by someone. Of course it was Matt, how could it not be.

,,hey guys I’m gonna go to the van really quick because I need to get something. You don’t mind going with me, do you?” he said while looking into my eyes. The eye contact was so intense, I couldn’t even bring myself to let any words fall from my mouth so I just nodded my head. Just after I made that gesture he took my hand into his and led me somewhere to an unknown for me direction.

,,uhhhh sorry but I think the parking lot is on the other si-“ I got cut off by being pressed to a door and feeling Matt’s lips on mine. The piece of wood behind me was soon opened and he dragged me inside of the room, that later turned out to be a bathroom.

His lips were moving against mine smoothly yet so roughly. I could feel his teeth biting my bottom lip and our noses bumping together. If kissing Matt wasn’t a drug then it absolutely should be counted as one. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. One of his hands was on my neck and the other one was grazing the skin under my shirt. We were panting heavily as my hands made their way from his neck to his hair. In the heat of the moment I pulled on it and I was cut off guard from the noise that has fallen from his mouth.

He just fucking moaned

This situation made me separate from him, as a smirk appeared on my face. ,,Looks like someone has a thing for having his hair pulled. I wonder if there’s more things that I can get out of you” I moved closer to his ear, so I can whisper to it. ,,Maybe if I slapped your pretty face then you’d enjoy it too, or if I tied you up and put a blindfold over your eyes so you’d have no control of what’s happening, would you like that? I bet you’d take it so well, like a good boy that you are. You’ve got such a innocent look in your eyes but deep down, you’re just a fucking slut, that would do anything just to have his face buried into something.” The words full of praise yet so degrading were flowing out of my mouth so effortlessly. It was easy to talk like this to a man that just looks like he could be destroyed.

His lips were open now and he was quite literally speechless. I couldn’t help but chuckled at his state and took an advantage of it and turned us around, so now his back was pressed to the door. I took one hand from his hair and brought it to his black pants. It was clear that he was already hard. As i was palming his clothed dick, my lips made its way to his neck as I started to leave wet and warm trail of kisses on his neck. And oh boy when I tell you that he was vocal. His moans and whimpers were music to my ears.

,,please, pleasee- fuck” he struggled to speak ,,If you don’t stop soon I’ll cum into my pants ma, please” he was begging so beautifully and it only encouraged me to keep giving him pleasure.

,,hmmm but you’d like that baby. Getting all dirty in your underwear and then having to get everything done for the night with that mess. You’d feel and remember what I did to you and then at the end of the day you’d beg me to take care of that for you.”

,,I get all wet just by imagining you like this. Fuck I wish I could just ruin you right here and now, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. Every time I’ve watched your shows I would touch myself to the image of you and your dick poking out. Do you get turned on by performing? Do you come just from the sensation of being watched and praised?”

,,mfm fuck, yes” he whimpered painfully and he broke the eye contact.

,,yes what? You need to address me properly slut” I added and harshly grabbed his face, so he was looking up at me.

,,yes ma’am, yes I do find pleasure in being watched, please fuck I can’t take it”

I only smirked at this and went even faster. All I could hear from him were broken noises, that he couldn’t even try to keep in his throat. I stopped touching him for a moment, just to unbuckle his pants, but just as I was about to do it, we heard a knock on the door.

,,hey guys I heard a noise from there and just wanted to check if everything is alright? We’re about to get back on stage” a familiar voice asked. It was one of Matt’s brothers- Chris. I looked at the man in front of me and smiled mischievously. I started to palm him again and mouthed to him to be a good boy and answer his brother.

,,yeah- mmmm, yes we’re about to get out just, fuck, just give us a minute” he sounded so pathetic, barely being able to keep those louder noises in. All we heard was unsure hum of agreement and then a fading sound of footsteps.

,,you did so good, now we have to go back. But first let me just” I took a step back for a moment and reached under my skirt. When I found two strings on my hips that I was looking for, I pulled them down, making my panties go down my legs. Matt’s eyes widened as I stepped out of them and put them in the air to give him a better view ,,now you’re going to take care of them since I was so good for you.” I demanded as I put the piece of fabric into his pocket. A visible blush was place on his face and the bulge in his pants looked even more painful now.

,,Come on sweetheart, you have a concert to finish” I pet his shoulder, giggled slightly and started to make my way out of the room. He took a deep breath and followed right behind me like a lost puppy.

***

It was time for them to play their last song of the show. The lights were flickering, only adding the sensuality to this already arousing situation. The heat of the crowd make sweet drip down my neck and the dirty lyrics that were sang by Matt now were going straight to my core.

The fact that I didn’t have my underwear on was not helping at all. Besides the fact that I had a strong urge to just touch myself in front of all of those people, I found my gaze wandering to the place where I put the lace fabric. If you looked close enough, you could easily spot them in Matt’s left pocket, peaking just a little bit.

Oh I’m going to fuck this man so well after this ends

The minutes that felt like hours were passing by, when the finally awaited moment came. Nick played the last beats of the song on his drums and right after he finished, the fans went crazy. They were screaming and cheering for their lives, and I’m not going to lie that if I was there I would be doing the same. The boys lined up to bow and Matt straightened his arm to show me to go and stand with them. When I reached my destination I was met with his hand landing on my waist, putting a horny grip on it.

,,please go to the room 244. I’ll come to you right after I help the guys carry the equipment and tell them that I’m tired” he whispered to my ear and licked right below it. Just as the curtains were closing, he turned me around and tucked the card to the hotel room into my bra.

,,will do baby” I winked at him and ,accidentally’ brushed my hand against his hard on. Before he could even show me his reaction I moved past him ,,it was really nice working with you guys, you’re all amazing and I hope to meet you again in the future, you know hit me up if you need to take some pics” I sent a smile into their direction and went to the backstage to grab my bag.

After taking all of my belongings I started to make my way into the room. My head full of filthy scenarios that I would love to put Matt in and just make him cry and beg for mercy. I didn’t even realize when the door of the elevator opened and I got out of it.

I admired the beautiful design of the corridor. And holy shit, it must be expensive to rent a hotel here. The floor was decorated with beautiful, red carpet and the walls had multiple paintings on them. The frames were shiny and gold, just like the knobs on the doors. It took me a few seconds before I finally saw the number I was looking for. Gorgeous 244 was visible on the dark wood and I pressed the card that Matt gave me to the small screen. As it let out a quiet beep noise I opened the door and was met with darkness and a strong scent of expensive perfume and mint.

I turned the lights on and the inside had the same vibe as the corridor, golden elements and red, silky sheets. It was extremely spacious and had a big window that led to the balcony. There still was enough privacy though, because I was on the sixth floor. The king sized bed was facing a huge mirror with a shelf right next to it.

I kept admiring the space for a few more moments before I heard the door open. I was met with the sight of Matt, his make up smudged from the sweat and his hair a complete mess. He leaned on the doorframe with his arm crossed as a made a ,come here’ motion with two of my fingers.

He immediately obeyed, his eyes never leaving mine. As he was right in front of me, I grabbed his face and put my lips on him. The kiss even hotter and more desperate than before. He was grinding against me for some friction and lord I could already feel how huge he is.

I didn’t want him to get too confident though so I led him to the bed and pushed him, so he was laying on his back. His pink lips swollen from the previous make out and all I can say is that he looked like a wet dream.

,,I can finally have you all to myself sweetheart, spread out just for me and fuck you look so good on red” I couldn’t even hide my neediness, I was hungry for him and I knew that he felt the same way.

,,don’t think that it would be that easy though Matt. I’m so glad that I prepared myself and took more of my equipment, not just the camera” I took my bag that I put on the floor next to the bed and started to pull out ropes, blindfold, lube and a vibrator ,,it’s not much but once you come to my house with me I’ll make sure I treat you even better.”

With that being said I made my way on top of him, his lips immediately chasing to mine but I stopped him.

,,no touching baby, unless you want me to add more to your punishment, because of the shit that you pulled on the stage. You teased me with no permission and expected me to do nothing? Now be good and take your shirt off for me” I warned and I could see his eyes growing even darker with lust. He lifted the material from his chest and threw it somewhere across the room. I could see his whole body tensing from under me, flexing his slightly toned arms.

After admiring him for a moment, I took the long roped and put his hands to the bed frame. He gladly let me do it, not protesting once. A beautiful knot was being made on his wrists as I finished my work with a little bow.

,,is this okay love?” I made sure and kissed his neck.

,,yes it’s incredible, it feels incredible. Please make me feel good mommy please I need it. Need it so bad”

My eyes widened at the new nickname that fell from him but I wasn’t complaining. It got me a new wave of confidence to pleasure my boy.

,,poor baby, all worked up and I didn’t even touch you. The way you’re so sensitive is so pathetic yet so hot you have no idea. You were made to be used by me.” With that being said I slapped the side of his face. He was clearly caught of guard but the noise that me let out showed that he really enjoyed it.

,,now I’m going to put that blindfold over your eyes. You’re not going to be able to control anything and you’ll just lay here and let me have you however I want. Is this okay with you?”

,,yes you can do whatever you want. My body is all for you fuck” he whined out.

Nothing else had to be said and I tied the fabric around his head, making sure it’s not too tight but also puts some pressure.

,,if it gets too much just say ,red’ and I’ll stop. Otherwise I’ll just keep going so remember it baby” I kissed him one last time before staring to unbuckle his belt.

I was doing it slowly on purpose to keep him worked up. I then moved to his zipper and pulled it down with a harsh motion, so it rubbed right against his dick. He moaned loudly at the contact and lifted his hips up for some more.

I had to push it down in order for him to follow my rules ,,If I remember correctly then I asked you not to move, you’re such a slut that can’t even control himself” the degradation was getting straight to his bulge, making it aching even more.

Finally, I pulled his pants down in a swift motion, right along with his underwear. And when I tell you that he really was big.

He was about 8 inches long and really girthy. There was a vein that sat on the right side of it. The tip was red and leaking with pre-come. The sight of his was incredibly beautiful to a point where I just wanted to suck him off forever if that meant that I could be near him.

My eyes wander a bit up to his v line and I was met with a black ink decorating his pale skin. I couldn’t help myself and started licking and sucking along it. I could sense that his sweet spot was on it by the whimper that was ripped out of his throat. I decided to mark this place with a purple hickey.

Licking my way down to his thighs I was getting so close to where he needed me yet so far. He was tugging on the rope from impatience and neediness and I found it extremely amusing. I finally lick the side of his cock right to the tip.

,,fuck ma your tongue’s so warm, keep going please”

I chuckled and started to suck on his tip. He was enjoying it just as much as I was. I took him about half way in when I decided to reach for the vibrator right next to me. My eyes were literally glowing from the idea and I turned it up to a medium setting, putting it to the base of his dick.

His breathing sped up from this unexpected feeling and it was only going faster and faster as I put the toy to his tip.

,,please too much mmm, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop” his whole body was shaking and I just put the vibrator on a higher setting.

The screams that i was getting out of him were followed by a white liquid shooting out onto his stomach. He panted heavily as the first orgasm of the night washed over him. Matt was expecting me to pull the toy away but I didn’t. I just kept it at his still rosy tip as my other hand stroked the rest of his dick.

I knew he was already extremely sensitive from one orgasm so it would be easy to over simulate him.

,,im going to make you cum so well until you spent and dry. And then I’ll still lick you up to make you clean, do you understand?”

,,yes- yes mommy I understand please I’ll take everything you are willing to give me”

As he finished the sentence another string of cum was splashed onto his abdomen. I finally turned the vibrator off and threw it onto the bed.

Two of my fingers made its way into the pool of come and I dipped them into it. Then I brought it to his lips and slightly tapped them ,,open up for me”.

And that’s what he did. I put my digits into his warm mouth and he closed them and sucked onto my fingers, tasting himself from them.

It was definitely a sight for sore eyes. I pulled my fingers out and bent down to lick the rest of his cum from his stomach.

,,since you’ve already tasted yourself, now you have to also taste me” I made my way up to straddle his face. The fact that I already didn’t have my underwear was extremely helpful in this situation ,,put that pretty mouth of yours into good use now” those were my last words before I sat on his face. The sensation of his nose on my clit immediately made me throw my head back with a long whine. He stuck his tongue right into my core and started tracing circles over it.

He definitely knew what he was doing. I swear I could see stars from how good it felt. I started to grind onto his face, practically cutting his access to the air, which only hade him groan into me.

,,holy shit Matt you’re doing so good sweetheart, just a bit more, I’m almost done- yes yes right there” I made sure to leave little words of encouragement to let him know that he’s doing a wonderful job.

I put my hands into his fluffy curls to steady myself and he moaned. This brought me to the edge and I came all over his face.

,,mmmm baby you did amazing I’m so proud of you, made me feel so good” small whispers were leaving me as I took my time to steady my breathing. Finally, I lifted myself up to see the mess that I left on him, but to my surprise not only did his face was white but also his stomach, yes again.

,,awww did you just come from giving me head I can’t believe it. You’re even bigger whore than I thought” even tho I couldn’t see his eyes I knew he had tears in them from the humiliation. His face all red and he tilted his head to the side to hide it into his shoulder, since his hands were stuck above him.

,,ah ah no hiding there” I took his chin into my hand and turned it my way. After letting go of it I reached behind his head to untie the blindfold and take it off. ,,now listen carefully, I’m going to ride you and you’re not going to pull your eyes away from me. I need your dick buried deep into me more than anything”

With that being said I took off my shirt and bra to give Matt a show. His gaze immediately landing on my boobs and I could see his hands and mouth trying to reach for them.

I took the lube that I put on the bed earlier and squeezed some onto my hand and stroked him a few times before taking his dick and sinking right onto it.

We both moaned in unison and his face twisted in pleasure. It was already tears stained and with black make up running down his cheeks. After adjusting to his size for a moment I started moving up and down on him. The air was filled with the sound of our moans and skin slapping together. Sweat was dripping down my forehead as I went faster.

,,fuck you’re so tight around me ma I can feel you squeezing my dick” he whined out. I knew he was not going to last long because of his previous orgasms.

My hands were rubbing up and down his stomach and my nails were leaving red trails of marks on there. Those will stay on there for a long time and remind Matt who he belongs to.

With a few more moves of my hips I say his eyes roll into the back of his skull and his head being thrown back. The feeling of him shooting his cum deep inside me brought me to edge as well and I came right after him. I rode out our highs for a minute and lifted up from him.

,,wow that was intense” Matt chuckled breathlessly and smile was crippling onto his face.

,,I know baby, but you did so good. Such a good boy for me” I kept telling him sweet nothings while untying his hands and leaving soft kisses along his bruised wrists ,,now let me take care of you, I’ll run you a bath and you just rest here”

,,thank you so much angel. You’re incredible for me holy shit how did I even get so lucky tonight”

With those words being said I passionately kissed him on the lips and made my way to run the bath.

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I hope you enjoyed and that the grammar is not that bad😜 not proofread

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Leorio SFW/NSFW HCs

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

REQUESTS OPEN

warning: overstimulation, sex toys, oral(f+m receiving), pegging, period sex, nudes, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, dry humping

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I LOVE HIM DEARLY❤️❤️🙏🙏

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SFW

-he’s literally the perfect man

-because he’s a doctor it’s not easy to gross him out. bled through during your period? he’s getting you a change of clothes and starting a bubble bath. threw up due to the flu/morning sickness? he’ll hold back your hair and whisper comforting words, saying you’ll be okay and it’ll be over soon

-you are his everything, he shows you off to his friends and is so happy they like you/you like them!!

-he will do pretty much anything to see your smile or make you laugh

-he absolutely ADORES you. calls you his princess, lovebug, sweet thing, sunshine

-absolute cuddlebug!! he loves cuddling with you on the couch, his palm resting on the small of your back while he gives you forehead kisses 🥰

-will take you out clubbing and make sure no one bothers you!! he’s so tall and muscular that no one approaches you while he’s standing guard over you

-before you start dating, he pines for you HARD. everyone can tell he’s in love with you but you, and it takes him months to finally ask you out

-very romantic, likes taking you out to dinners, walks on the beach, but also enjoys eating fast food together in your car while having idle chitchat. honestly any activity he does with you feels romantic to him, he’s in LOVE LOVE

-he is the best person to take care of you when you’re sick. not only is he a doctor, but he’s super empathetic and caring person that knows your needs almost better than you do

-he’s got such big hands, and they’re always touching you, whether that be holding your hand, your hip, or caressing your cheek!!

-in the morning, he usually wakes up before you and just stares at your face, caressing your cheek and pushing your hair out of your face. if you could see the tender, loving look in his eye you’d fall even more in love

-he would be such a good dad. I think he would be ready for kids in his mid twenties, so he’ll have graduated med school before he has kids.

-before he has kids though, Gon and Killua are your honorary children.

-when you do get pregnant, he’s extremely attentive, taking great care of you and your needs. he’s a doctor so if anything happens he’ll be able to help!

-buys you flowers and chocolates almost every week. he just can’t pass them off when he goes grocery shopping after a long and hard shift at the hospital.

-he likes to hold your hand when you walk together. he may be a bit shy with PDA, but he’ll show his love for you by gently rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, his eyes full of adoration when he looks down at you

-jealous!! does not like when men’s eyes linger on your figure, or their hands get dangerously close to touching you. he’s the best guard dog, easily defending you from anyone that would try to hurt you!

-likes when you let him lay his head in your lap after a long day, rubbing your fingers through his hair and telling him what a good job he did. he’s got a lot on his shoulders, and it’s nice to be able to relax with you

-enjoys doing small intimate things for you, like washing your hair, shaving your legs, and applying lotion to your skin. anything to make him feel closer to you!

-loves the smell of your shampoo, and will always pull you a little closer when the two of you cuddle after your shower

-he’s a decent cook, and enjoys cooking with you! feels so loved when you ask him if he can taste test something for you, hearts forming in his eyes when you gently blow on the food before offering it to him

NSFW

-he’s a service dom when he dominates. he lives to please you and make you feel good! as a sub, he will let you do anything to him…

-Leorio is inexperienced and can be easily overstimulated with kisses alone. you can sit in his lap, tongue in his mouth and he’ll cum in his pants before you even touch him

-he’s putty in your hands. pull him down by his tie and he may just whimper. pin him against the wall, pull him closer by his hips and he’ll look down at you with half lidded eyes, a blush covering his face

-you’ll have to put up with him cumming really quick the first few times. he’s very shy and gets overly excited, but he can keep going! just be a little patient!

-his hands shake a little when he fingers you for the first time. he’s a little nervous, he’s scared he’ll hurt you! his fingers are big and can stretch you out plenty!

-7.5ish inches, girthy… he tries his best to be gentle and take his time with you, but he does end up moving too quick and cumming inside within the first 5 mins 😭🙏 he can go again though, and will fuck you until you’re satisfied!!

-appreciates a nice set of lingerie. send him all the pictures of you in your new panties and he’ll send back “AWOOGA” and a cumshot video 🙏

-mutual masturbation… loves to watch you play with your pussy while he jerks off. it also helps him learn exactly what makes you feel good so he can try it next time!!

-you ironically ask him for a video of him whimpering while he jerks off and he send it back within the next 5 minutes… it’s hot, and his hands tremble a little while he pumps his fat cock and moans your name

-if he needs to get off while you’re gone, he’ll call you and have you tell him about your day while he gets off to the sound of your voice

-he buys you any sex toys you want, as long as he gets to watch you use them!! he has his own toys but is a little more shy, you’ll have to convince him and get him very comfortable for him to let you watch him

-he loves your body, and will whisper words of worship and adoration when he touches you. he’s surprisingly sweet and loving, making every touch pleasurable

-he needs to be kissed and told that he’s making you feel good! he’s a little insecure and nervous the first few times you have sex, and needs reassurance!

-can be very subby… call him your sweet boy, your sweetheart, darling. cup his cheeks while you settle onto his cock and tell him just how nice he feels inside you and he’ll blush, wanting to hide his flustered face in your shoulder. hell whine and whimper, gasping when you clench around him and begging you to move faster ><

-his hands are almost always on your hips during sex. holding you in place, gently squishing and squeezing at your soft flesh. his thumbs will brush over your tummy as he kisses you, and you can feel the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin. it’s a reminder that he has you, and doesn’t want to let you go

-he would let you peg him if you wanted to. he won’t ask, but if you bring it up he’s like “yeah sure!”

-p-period sex with Leorio…

-he uses the doctor card saying something like “did you know that sex can help with cramps?” and gives you a hopeful look, playing with the waistband of your panties. he’s so tender, rubbing your back soothingly and making sure he’s gentle. he really does want to help you feel better, so the sex is very soft and sensual. he’ll never be rough with you when you’re on your period, not like he is when you’re off of it, but he’s especially gentle when you are

-literally so sweet and loving when you do get pregnant. he’ll let you cockwarm him, holding a hand over your baby bump while the two of you think of baby names. you’ve been a little hormonal lately and just wanna feel nice and full, so he’s happy to oblige

-blow jobs… he fucking LOVES when you suck his cock. look at him with those pretty eyes of yours, fondle his balls and he’ll cum almost instantly. honestly he’s really sensitive so just swirling your tongue around his tip is enough to get him off

-loves dry humping. he has you sit on his lap, guiding your hips so your clothed pussy rubs against the bulge in his pants. poor guy ends up cumming in his pants A LOT when he’s around you 😭🙏

-moans and whimpers while he eats you out. you can tell he’s enjoying himself, maybe even more than you are. he’s got his big fingers inside of you, moaning into your clit as he sloppily slurps and licks your pussy 💞💞

-he’s almost in shock when he has you moaning and squirming underneath him, begging for more. he’ll swallow thickly, pushing his cock in and kissing your forehead. “anything for you, princess.”

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Swimming lessons with Catfish

@secretelephanttattoo has taken on the role as my muse apparently and is feeding me inspiration on the daily.

So inspired by this ask, a shortish (2.2k) drabble with sweet and hot Frankie Morales. This one is set in an alternate, no-outbreak, universe of The Pilot and his Girl.

Couldn't find a suitable Frankie coded pic so I must again ask for your inspiration and suggestions! Thank you @secretelephanttattoo again for the perfect gif!

Smut below the cut, you have been warned (or notified if you will).

You hear the giggling as soon as you open the car door, the humid heat hitting your body with a vengeance after the air conditioned interior of the car. Lucía is squealing loudly from your back yard and you follow the sound through the house, dropping your laptop bag on the kitchen counter. Through the sliding doors in the back you see the glitter of the blue pool and Frankie’s tanned back in the shallow end. He’s got Lucía in front of him, holding her gently around the middle as she lies flat on her belly in the water, diligently working her way through unsteady breast strokes. 

“Muy bien, princesa,” he praises her as he almost lets go of her and she glides through the water. 

You hang back, leaning on the door frame, watching Frankie patiently help his little girl take stroke after stroke, reminding her to keep her fingers closed and flat. His cap and shirt lay discarded in one of the sun loungers, Lucía’s dress on the ground just by the pool. She must’ve been wearing her swimsuit under it, she’d been so excited about learning to swim ever since you’d bought the house and now every day after school she demanded swimming lessons. 

Frankie turns around in the pool, helping Lucía flip over to swim the other way and spots you. 

“Cariño,” his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shields his eyes against the sun and smiles up at you, “get out of those boring office clothes and jump in the pool with us.” 

“Look, look!” Lucia shouts excitedly, “I can swim by myself now!” She launches herself from Frankie’s arms before he has a chance to react, and takes two successful strokes before she starts sinking, coughing water, Frankie quickly catching her and pulling her up to the surface. 

“Careful, gordita, you need to be a bit more careful,” he gently scolds her, holding her up as she coughs, “Maybe that’s enough swimming for today?” 

“No, I want to swim more!” she protests, wrapping her arms around her dad, “Please, papá…” she looks at him under her eye lashes, her big brown eyes, so like Frankie’s, leaving him helpless. 

“Fine, a little bit more then,” he smiles and you laugh. You’ve been on the receiving end of Frankie’s puppy eyes more than once, it’s nice to see that he’s just as powerless to resist when it’s his daughter wielding them. 

“I’ll start dinner, Frankie,” you say, “maybe we can….later…” you say, giving him a wink that makes his dimple break out as he smiles back at you with a mischievous grin. 

It’s a good thing swimming is tiring work you think as you load the dishwasher after dinner. Frankie had come back in with Lucía after you called out to them that dinner was ready, sending her to the bathroom to change into her fluffy bathrobe, a special allowance since she would have to take a bath after dinner. While she was in her room he’d come up behind you at the counter where you were busy spooning spaghetti alfredo into bowls. 

“What plans did you have for later, mi hermosa,” he muttered, slipping his warm hands around your waist, snaking one hand up under the t-shirt, his t-shirt, you’d changed into before you started cooking. 

“I don’t know, maybe answer some emails, do the taxes, fold some laundry,” you say casually, pretending to ignore how his thick fingers caresses one of your breasts, circling the nipple. With a growl he pinches it between his thumb and finger, making you gasp as the sensation shoots liquid heat through your body. 

“I have other plans for you,” he mumbles, his mouth just under your ear, before he sinks his teeth into that sensitive spot, beginning to suck a mark into your soft skin. The sound of Lucìa’s bare feet padding down the hallway makes him pull away, moving to grab the salad and put it on the table. 

With dinner done, he takes Lucía to the bathroom for her evening bath, followed by a bedtime story. Once you’ve got the kitchen clean you slip into the bedroom you share with Frankie and change into one of your bikinis, not your favorite one, but Frankie’s favorite. You think it’s annoying because it doesn’t let you jump or dive in the water without flashing your tits and ass to the world. Frankie, on the other hand, loves it. He loves the thin ribbons on either side of the bikini bottoms that untie with just one simple pull, unless you double knot them, which you always do, or the way he can sneak his hands around your neck and with one gentle tug untie the ribbon that keeps the top attached, letting your breasts spill free for his big hands to grab. 

You don’t double knot the ribbons tonight, instead you slip out through the glass doors and into the pool. The water is warm after being heated by the sun all day, and glitters faintly in the light of the porch lights you’ve strung up around the back. You lie back and float easily in the water, looking up through the trees at the pale sky, slowly darkening into midnight blue. 

The gentle splash of Frankie getting into the pool pulls you out of your daydreaming, but you don’t look up. You know he’ll come to you, and soon his warm hand slips along your right side, up into your hair as he gently pulls you through the water to the pool’s edge. His lips brush over your forehead, pressing a kiss to your damp skin. 

“Stand up, cariño,” he whispers and you obey, your feet finding the bottom of the pool as he turns you towards him.  

“She’s asleep,” he says, his voice low, “went out like a light after half the story, but I think the neighbors are still awake so keep your voice down, cariño.” 

“Why, what do you have in mind, mr. Morales?” you smile, his dark eyes and roaming hands are making it very clear what he’s up to but you like to hear him say it. 

“Swimming lessons with Catfish,” he smirks, making you snort loudly and he chuckles as you quickly hide your face against his neck, shaking with repressed laughter. 

“Potentially the worst porno title ever,” you whisper once you’ve regained your composure. 

“I don’t know,” Frankie says, his mischievous grin slipping into something more sinful, “it has potential.” He dips his mouth to your collarbone and lets his tongue taste the salt and pool water that’s hanging on to the skin. You tilt your head and sigh, letting one hand find its way into his still damp curls, the other resting on his bicep, feeling the muscle flex under your palm. Frankie’s hand is unsurprisingly finding its way to your neck, pushing your wet hair out of the way and grabbing the ribbon of your bikini top. You feel it slip across your skin as he tugs, the wet fabric catching on your hard nipples. 

“Fuck…” Frankie growls, “I fucking love this bikini,” his hands following the ribbon down to pull it free from your skin and grabbing each one of your breasts in his big hands, the thumbs rubbing over the nipples as he watches the skin pebble and tighten under his ministrations. One hand drops from you and is replaced by his warm mouth, hot against your cool skin as he sucks the nipple firmly, laving his tongue over it with strong strokes. It makes you tilt your head back, drawing in a deep breath and cupping the back of his head with your hand. 

“Frankie…” you mumble, sighing into the warm night air. He hums against your skin and and both hands slip further, into the water and grabbing at your hips, finding the ribbons at the sides, with sharp tugs he pulls at them and chuckles approvingly when they slip out straight away. 

“You didn’t double knot them, cariño,” he smiles, his mouth leaving your nipple so that he can look at you, his eyes half closed and black in the dim light. 

“Knew you’d want easy access,” you smile back, pulling him close so that you can kiss him, making him open his mouth to your tongue, which he willingly does. He tastes like pool water and the coke he had for dinner, soft lips and warm breath against you as his hands pull your bikini bottoms away, letting them float off somewhere in the pool. 

It’s not until his hands pull you flush against his hard erection that you realize that he doesn't have any swim shorts on, just naked, hot skin pressed up against you in the water. He’s grinding himself against you, pulling your legs apart a little so that he slips between your plush thighs and rubs his hard length against your clit. It makes you moan into his mouth, his fingers gripping your hips, rutting against you as he breathes heavily into your mouth, barely contained moans slipping from him. 

“You feel so good, bebita, so fucking good even in the water,” he mumbles, thrusting harder between your thighs. 

“Frankie, please,” you moan, tangling your fingers tighter into his curls, “fuck me…I..I need you inside me, please.” 

You spread your legs, letting him slip out from between your thighs and he gives an unhappy hiss at the loss of contact. But you quickly hook your legs around his waist, the water making you almost weightless, and he turns you both around, pushing you up against the edge of the pool. With a firm grip around the base of his cock you guide the blunt head against your opening, made slick both by the pool and your arousal. Frankie locks eyes with you, one big hand around the back of your neck, as he slowly pushes in, making you keen under the sweet sting as he stretches your tight entrance. His mouth is open, tongue resting on his bottom lip, you watch him quickly lick it before he bites down, grunting as he drives his thick cock deeper inside. 

“Mierda..” he pants, glancing down at where his length is disappearing into you, made blurry by the water, “so fucking good…” 

You tilt your head back, Frankie’s hand holding you steady as you close your eyes and relish the burn in your core, the pulsating feeling in your spine. Frankie bends his head to your neck, his teeth biting down, hard, on the soft skin, the pleasure from the nip shoots through you and makes you clench around his heavy cock, nestled deep inside. He hisses and begins to move, one hand on your hip, the other still cradling your neck. 

The water sloshes around you, splashing against the edge of the pool as he drives himself deeper, groaning against your throat. You have to grip on to his shoulders to ground yourself, the slip and slide of the coarse hairs at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit with every thrust of hips. Biting your lips hard, you breathe through your nose, trying to stop yourself from crying out. Frankie’s low grumbles, throaty groans, float through the still night air, he’s trying, but can’t hold it back. 

“Baby, I’m not gonna last,” he mutters, moving up to watch your face contort with every thrust of his cock, “Look at me, please, hermosa, I wanna watch when you come, so fucking beautiful every time.” 

You blink open your eyes with a heavy effort, Frankie pushing your head up so that his dark eyes can stare into yours. 

“You feel so fucking good, when you come around my fat cock,” he growls, slamming his hips into your harder, as much as the water will let him. It’s splashing over the edge, covering your both as he chases his high, holding on to let you get to yours first. 

“C’mon, cariño, be good to me, let me feel you come, you take me so fucking well, so tight for me, so slick, so fucking tight,” he moves his hand from your hip, finding the aching bundle of nerves between your legs and finds that perfect rhythm, a tiny bit more pressure that has you gasping as squeeze your eyes shut. 

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, c’mon, let me feel it,” he moans, holding on against his own climax as he works you through it, sealing your mouth with his own when your cries threaten to grow loud. You cry out into his mouth, wailing as his thick cock coaxes every last ounce out of you.

As you begin to come down he digs his fingers into your hips and grinds into you, your spasming pussy milking him dry with every thrust as he fills you up with his spend. You can hear him groan under his breath, low grumbles and heavy panting, a long exhale as he finally slows, his forehead against your shoulder now. 

“Fuck…” he mutters, you can feel his lips move against your skin, “I just realized this means I need to clean the pool before tomorrow.” 

You bite your lip, trying to stop the laughter but your body shakes and betrays you.

“For what it’s worth, Frankie, it was totally worth it,” you giggle, running your fingers through his hair as he pulls out of you with a hiss.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who cleans the pool.” 

Also tagging @ladybess-a03 @harriedandharassed @your-slutty-gf @rhoorl @casa-boiardi @trulybetty because I think you might like it 🥰🥰

[bunnydol]

the corn maze

alex the farmer x fem!afab!reader

contents: exhibitionism, public, almost caught, established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, use of “sir”, slight degradation, spanking (f!receiving), spit, choking, piv, fingering (f!receiving), mention of breeding, overstim, ask to tag

w/c: ~2.7k

from the cottage: the corn maze was a big hit this year! odd how all those puddles got in the hay, though. it didn’t rain…

++Love ++Exhibitionism

it had been your idea to open up a corn maze this fall.

granted, it was a hell of a lot of work, given the amount of corn that needed to be grown into an intricate pattern, making sure there was enough hay on the ground so mud wouldn’t permeate through and get everyone’s boots dirty. the preparations had started in late summer, and now, by late fall, your shared side hustle was booming. the young orphan kids all pooled money to take the bus and get out to the farmlands to enjoy the fall festivities, some of the townsfolk drove their way out to see what the two of you had put together.

you huffed as you lugged over one of the last hay bales into the cow feeders, wiping your gloved hands on the front of your dress before walking over to your long-term boyfriend (“s’ already like we’re married, don’tcha think? i can get ya a ring, but yer already my li’l wife.”), peeling your gloves off and holding them out for him to take. “cows are fed. did you feed the dogs?”

“mhm,” alex hummed, taking your gloves and shoving them in the back pocket of his overalls for now. “dogs are fed, horses are gettin’ ready to be turned in. sun’s still high, though.”

you glanced up towards the early dusk sun, the bright orange burning your eyes a bit, but making you smile. “true. and there’s still plenty of people coming in to run around the maze… have you gone in at all yet?”

“hm? no, i haven’t. been too busy makin’ sure everyone paid before going in.'' he took his hat off to run his wide fingers through his hair, keeping it away from his forehead before setting his hat back down.

everything he did was attractive, somehow. “i haven’t been inside either, not since we laid the hay down.” you cocked your head slightly, smiling up at him as you reached for his hand. “you wanna take a try with me?”

“i mean…” he furrowed his brows in thought, glancing over to where the cattle were munching on the fresh hay, where the dogs were barking at a snake slithering under the fencing of the chicken coop. 

“please? we can take a little break, right? we didn’t take one at lunch, so…” you trailed off, flashing puppy eyes at him, and you felt him deflate with a sigh and squeeze your hand. 

“i s’pose we can- woah!” alex let out a grunt as you suddenly yanked him forward, tugging him towards the entrance of the maze you had both worked so hard on. he caught up, of course, smiling down at your happiness as you both stepped onto the well-trodden hay path and started your journey.

in hindsight, you thought as you rounded another corner, and then another, and then another, perhaps you should have drawn a map.

“didn’t we pass that stalk five minutes ago, babe?” alex quipped from behind you as you turned left down a passage you thought you definitely hadn’t been down before, only to find yourself in a clearing completely surrounded by corn stalks on three sides. another dead end.

you groaned and put your head in your hands, turning to face your boyfriend and walking right into his chest on purpose. “we’re lost.”

“we’re not lost, we jus’ took a wrong turn somewhere…” alex mumbled, tipping his chin down to kiss the top of your head. “it’s fine. here, rest up, huh? lemme see if i can take a look over the stalks…”

he put his broad palms on your sides and guided you towards a hay bale that was set up for people that were in your situation, lost and trying to get their bearings from being turned around so many times.

the backs of your knees hit the bale, and you collapsed onto it with a soft oof, dropping your hands from your face to look up at alex as he walked towards the left wall of corn and tried to tug some of it down. “alex, no, c’mon, don’t break the stalks, there’s still a few more weeks of fall…” you whined at him, causing him to give you a look over his shoulder. “we’re lost, babygirl. i don’t give a shit if i tug down a few stalks. we got hundreds more.”

“but i grew these all myself!” you pouted at him, that old brattiness bubbling up as you simmered in your frustration. “don’t be rude, why don’t you put me on your shoulders or something?”

“i can handle it, doll,” he sighed, already sensing in the back of his mind that you were staring daggers at his back as he tugged some of the stalks forward again to see over them.

“alex, seriously, let me get on your shoulders. you’re being stupid, don’t ruin the maze.” you got to your feet, and managed to get two steps in before he turned around and had one of his large hands clasped around your neck. he didn’t squeeze, not just yet, but he grabbed you, effectively scruffing you and making your mouth shut tight.

“i said i got it, baby girl. where’d your attitude come from, huh?” he tilted his head, blocking your eyes from the sun and standing you in his shadow. you saw the glint of his eyes perfectly now, the burning of his red hair under the brim of his hat, the sweat from a day’s work and all the walking you both just did beading at his hairline. 

you swallowed thickly, feeling your throat bob under his hand. “i just don’t want your big hands to tear a new path in the maze. it’s cheating.”

“cheatin’?” he knitted his brows together as he applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck, “what’s cheatin’ is makin’ me wait until all these people get home for me to touch ya.”

your breath hitched as you felt his other hand snake along your side. for a brief moment, you recalled far earlier in the day, when the guests had started to arrive, when he tried to bend you over the porch railing and take you right there. you had pushed him off and promised him later, honey, we’ll get caught out here!

“alex, we can’t, not here, there’s-”

“i bet yer still not wearin’ anything under here, hm?” he glanced down at the hem of your dress, his fingers dancing over it before flipping the skirt up to reveal your bare pussy to him. you hissed from the breeze and squirmed to get away, but he just gripped your throat tighter. 

you knew he could see how you were already getting wet for him.

“we’re lost, ‘member?” he asked, pulling you in close to him, bringing his chest to yours as he studied your face. “i don’t think anyone’s come by this li’l corner since we got in here. think you’ll let me finish what i started this morning?”

you didn’t really get a say, nor were you going to stop him.

he let go of your throat to spin you around to face the hay bale you had been sitting on, pressing his chest against your back to walk you over to it. his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were forced forward, hands landing on the gritty straw with a whimper of discomfort. “alex-”

“aht. manners, doll, since ya wanna catch an attitude with me.” his hand came down on your ass over the thin material of your dress, making you gasp and bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet.

“sir,” you breathed out, correcting yourself as you pressed your ass back against the growing bulge in his overalls, “we shouldn’t, we’re gonna get caught! someone’s gonna-” 

“quiet,” he retorted, leaning his weight over you and reaching a hand around to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. “you keep whinin’ about gettin’ caught, but you just keep on yappin’. why not try moaning instead, baby?”

you whined when you felt him grind his bulge against your pussy over your dress, uncomfortable with the amount of fabric between your pussy and his cock. 

“please,” you whimpered out, but it sounded more like pweath with how he was gripping your face. 

he hummed against your ear as he used a free hand to flip the skirt of your dress up over your hips, revealing your glistening folds to the open air once again. “i know yer a slut, but ya always surprise me.” he managed to lean back just enough to spit onto your drippy hole, making you moan softly and bite down hard on your lip.

then you felt his girthy middle finger protrude into your entrance, and your head started to spin, just as it always did when he started to work you open. 

alex chuckled as your head fell forward and your arms started to struggle with holding yourself up. his free arm came to wrap around your neck, lifting your head back up for you. “there ya go, baby. see? all better. ‘s a good thing we got lost, hm? finally got ya where i wanted ya this morning, all pretty ‘nd bent over ‘nd wet for me.”

his breath was hot against your cheek as his finger pumped in and out of you, curling against the spongy spot he had learned was your favorite (it had took him long enough to find it, the bastard). as you could do was whimper behind your swollen, bitten lip, trying not to cry out to avoid being caught by any of the patrons still wandering the maze. 

one wrong turn by anybody could get you both caught, and the thought sent a thrill down your spine and made you gush as he inserted a second wide finger into your pulsing hole. he curled and scissored his fingers against your gummy walls, laughing quietly at your fucked out expression.

“what, does my baby wanna get caught? always such a whore, wantin’ everyone to see this pretty pussy ‘n this tight ass. better be quiet when i fill you with my cock.”

you moaned before slapping a hand over your mouth, squirming as his fingers curled just right. he flexed his arm around your throat and made you wheeze, your hips bucking involuntarily. 

he was going to be the death of you. 

you whined behind your hand as he pulled his fingers out from you, your pussy clenching around nothing, neglected clit hard and aching. alex used his soaked fingers to fumble with the button and the fly of his overalls, struggling and grunting until he was able to free his fat, leaky cock from the confines of the denim. 

you felt the heat of his heavy cock against your thigh, your mind racing. you always cried out when he managed to push all the way in, the tip of his cock always threatening to bruise your cervix, but you couldn’t this time, not here, in the middle of the corn maze the two of you were hosting.

alex should consider himself lucky you haven’t kicked him away from you (as if you could – you were strong from years of farm work, sure, but alex was wide and far, far stronger than you were. you didn’t stand a chance). 

“gonna be good n’ let me fuck you how i want? gonna stay quiet?” he mumbled into your shoulder, and you managed a nod from over where his arm was wrapped around your neck.

“good,” he purred, his voice dropping even lower as he tapped the drippy head of his thick cock against your entrance, “then keep your pretty mouth shut just this once. don’t get us in trouble.”

his teeth sunk lightly into your shoulder as he bullied his way into your pussy, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound. your legs were shaking and your breath was caught in your throat, unable to stop the cry that bubbled up behind your hand. 

he pushed deeper, deeper, deeper into you, groaning against your skin. it wasn’t the first time, far from it, but you always felt like it was because of the sheer size of him.

you felt his tip bump against your cervix and his heavy balls smack against your clit, making you twitch harshly. your legs, feeling like gelatin, almost gave out from under you, but lucky enough for you, alex had his arm wound around your neck.

he barely gave you time to adjust before he was pulling his hips back and thrusting hard into you again, starting a brutal pace. he was holding you up, one arm around your neck, his other hand splayed on your stomach to hold you back against him as he railed into you with force.

you slapped both hands over your mouth as you gurgled and moaned behind them, feeling your eyes roll back as his tip kissed your cervix over and over again. it felt like the air was being punched from your lungs.

“ha-ah, that’s it baby girl, just like that, doin’ so well f’ me,” he groaned against your ear, much more quiet and composed than you were.

his balls smacked against your clit over and over, the wet pap, pap, pap of his hips colliding with your ass barely audible over the sound of the wind and the people in the maze chatting with one another.

you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him grip onto you a little harder; you were close, already on the edge after being spread open by his fingers.

“close already, doll? feel that good? or is it ‘cause we’re outside, fuckin’ like animals? ‘s that it? you like being bred like this? hah?” alex laughed breathily at your trembling form, holding you up as you clenched tightly around him. your head was fuzzy and swimming, lightheaded from being pounded and from feeling like you weren’t getting enough air.

“fuck, yer grippin’ me so tight- you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over this cock right here, out in the open? c’mon, wanna feel you cum all over me, cum for me, cum cum cum-” he accentuated his words with deep thrusts of his cock inside your leaking pussy, and just as he demanded, you creamed and gushed all over the front of his overalls with a shout muffled behind shaking hands. your whole body shook from the force of how hard it washed over you, your knees buckling once again.

alex groaned into your skin and tucked his nose into the crook of your neck. he didn’t stop – he never did until he could cum inside your little cunt. you whined out loudly behind your hands, the feeling of him fucking into you just as hard and his balls smacking against your achy clit slowly becoming too much to bear.

your squirming seemed to egg him on, however, as the hand splayed on your stomach wrapped around your form to pin you to his chest, keeping you steady on your feet. “gonna cum inside this fuckin’ cunt, yeah, gonna fill that little hole up with my cum, oh g-god-”

it didn’t take him too much longer to moan out into the open air and fill you to the brim with cum, almost immediately forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock as he fucked it deep into you. you whimpered with him, eyes fluttering and tears cooling against your cheeks. 

alex chuckled softly as he slowly, slowly pulled out of you, softening cock popping out and leaving you clenching around nothing. you shuddered as you felt his cum start to drip from your hole, but his fingers were there to save the day, pushing it back in. “don’ waste it…”

you panted and finally removed your hands from your mouth, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. “you’re insatiable.”

“not my fault you got us put in a secluded spot without li’l panties on.” he shrugged, ever relaxed, even now as he held you up from falling.

“how are we supposed to get out now? i can’t walk…” you whined at him, and he chuckled as he tucked his cock away with one hand, using the other to support your weight.

“i know where the exit is. i’ll just carry ya.”

“you knew?!”

[tower-arcana]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Fuataba, Haru, and Sumire? Thank you!

a/n: tysm for this request!! i mostly blabbed for these general headcanons, so sorry if some seem out of left field! i hope you enjoy!

ANN RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS!

ann, against what her classmates may have chosen to believe, honestly has never been in a relationship before -- so nearly every date idea and romantic ways to spend time together comes from the movies she tends to watch! she treats you the same as always; her best friend, someone she can just be herself with, and someone to rely on!

ann's favorite places to take you dates on has got to be different restaurants and cafes! she loves trying out new food items with you, though most of her favorites are desserts, admittedly... but feeding you food like they do in romantic chic flicks is always a must regardless! (ignore how she nearly poked your eye out that one time...!)

she isn't too big on kissing in public, mostly because she gets flustered like crazy and always manages to make a fool out of herself by her standards, but she's nearly always holding your and keeping you close!

ann's love language is most likely physical touch and quality time in my interp! words of affirmation are a close third, but she can never say anything too romantic without thinking she sounds too cheesy...

MAKOTO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS!

makoto had never really entertained the idea of getting a partner while in high school; after all, she had always been so focused on her studies, right? but you were a sudden, wonderful gift that she wouldn't pass up for anything, and she can't imagine a future without you at this point!

makoto doesn't really visit too many hang out spots outside of school itself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy going places with you -- you usually have to be the one to make the decision, though! out of all the places you've visited so far, makoto has enjoyed strolling through book town and occasionally visiting the arcade when it isn't too crowded, but usually she's content with staying at home with you and just enjoying your one-on-one time together!

she's absolutely out of her league when it comes to anything PDA, and honestly gets flustered with any hand holding early on, but once she's more in her comfort zone, she often enjoys having you lay on her lap while she's reading a book or studying; to her, it just feels peaceful, and she enjoys the comfortable silence with you!

makoto's love languages would definitely be words of affirmation and acts of service, both giving and receiving! at times, makoto needs reassurance that she's even doing the right thing with you, but you're always more than willing to give her that reassurance, and for that she's extremely grateful; she doesn't feel the need to prove herself useful to you, but even so, she enjoys doing little things to make your easier when she can!

FUTABA RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS!

i think it's safe to say futaba is an absolute, lovable mess in this relationship, right? she manages to play off her embarrassment and flustered reactions with silly jokes that usually get you to crack a smile, but that also means she has trouble giving proper responses to serious conversations... well, we can't win them all! (you totally won this one)

futaba is another one of those partners that doesn't really have the social battery to go out all the time, she'd much rather stay at home and game with you! still, when the two of you do go out on dates, it's usually to shop around and hunt for old game consoles at akihabara, or like once a year go to a convention! the convention definitely has to be lowkey though, she's improving with her social skills, but that's just way too high level for her current ranking!

futaba is clingy as all hell, especially in public! you're her rock, her anchor, her second key item next to joker, her power-up!!! she's always close by when you go out, holding hands or practically making you trip over your feet with how close she is... and when you're at home, she's always curled up against you like some sort of cat!

her love language is easily quality time and physical touch! futaba has spent so long pretty much isolated from everyone, and now that she's finally found her partner for life she doesn't want to be away from you a second longer than she has to be, whether that means hanging out or having her tackle hug you every chance she gets!

HARU RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS!

haru is a bit more tricky, if i'm being honest... she genuinely thought she was doomed to be stuck with sugimura after her engagement to him, and even now that it's been annulled, she's wary of putting too much pressure on you as her partner too soon; even so, haru's love for you is true, and she wants to make it work!

haru is often busy with her new role as the acting ceo of okumura foods, but when she does get the chance to spend time with you, you can bet she's going to spoil you! reserved spots at classy restaurants, taking you to all the sights you could ever want to see, even trips overseas -- she may have never been fond of her own wealth before, but now that she has someone she truly cares for to spend it on, why not make the most of it?

the last thing haru wants is for you to get caught up in rumors that may swarm her as a ceo, so she keeps too much PDA to a minimum for moreso your safety than hers; alone, however, she's a very physically affectionate person and a major cuddler! when the work day has caused her more stress than she cares to admit, the first thing haru wants to do is curl up beside you and just breathe for once!

as stated above, haru is big on physical touch, but also giving and receiving gifts! for a really long time, all people really sought out of haru was her wealth and the benefits of her status, but with you? with you it's infinitely different, you love her for her, and she's eternally grateful; in haru's mind, it's only fitting that all her care and kindness goes to you and no one else (aside from the others she can truly count on, i.e. the thieves)!

SUMIRE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS!

sumire is futaba's level of awkward in a relationship, but in less of a humored way and more of a shy way; sumire still struggles with her own self image even after she and you both agreed to give her time to rebuild her fractured mind and find worth in herself again. even so, she doesn't want to wait forever, not when you could slip through her fingers any moment -- the time is now, and she can heal with you, she realizes!

sumire's favorite places to hang out with her would have to be in cozy places like the diner or the park, places where she can just be herself, or push herself to be a better version of herself, all while you're there cheering her on! when you're her only audience, the world feels a bit lighter on her shoulders

she is very, very easily flustered over the simple things, and this includes PDA and just holding your hand -- not that she doesn't enjoy it! she just doesn't know what to do with herself in those moments, and ultimately she prefers for you to take the lead

i do feel like sumire's love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service! for her, she needs a lot of reassurance, she's still figuring her own wants and needs out after all, and she's incredibly careful to do the same with you; she also likes to show you just how cared for you are, and in return she gets absolutely giddy over knowing you really went out of your way to do something as mundane as making a meal for her!

[lace-coffin]

I have a request. Could you pretty please do some spicy headcanons of Asa with a bratty S/O 🙏. He probably has no tolerance for disobedience so having a bratty pet would result in punishment. Apologies I'm a horny bastard lmao 😂

How would Asa Emory cope with a bratty s/o? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x gn!bratty!reader

Trigger warning for sexual content- bdsm- power exchange/ power dynamic- spanking

If you asked Asa if he likes brats a few months ago he would frown and say no. Not enjoying the constant battle and frustration of trying to subdue them, Asa wants complete submission and expects nothing less.

If you asked Asa if he likes brats in the present day he would smirk and tell you “they’re not as clever as they think they are” thinking fondly of you, at home, still chained to the wall where he left you, hopefully that is, you’re a slippery one to hold down.

Had Asa known you’d been a brat when scouting you for the collection he wouldn’t have bothered, would’ve found someone more easy to command. God is he thankful he didn’t.

He expected to hate training you, but he couldn’t love it any less. You were harder to break down than previous pets, kicking, swearing,spitting, straight up ignoring him sometimes. The punishments that followed were indulgent for him, marvelling at the way you fought hard at first, all gnashing teeth and scratches.

This was no longer the case once Asa had wrestled you to floor, both panting and glaring eachother down. Pinning your arms above your head and sliding his leather belt out of the loops. Shit. You knew where this was going. This only makes you thrash harder, legs jutting into his stomach, winding him momentarily.

Regaining his position over you he snatches your legs, fastening the belt around your claves and securing them. Before you can even think to fight back your hauled over to the sofa and slung over Asa’s knees, bottoms and underwear ripped down unceremoniously.

“Now, pet, you can either choose to apologise and the punishment will be lighter or you can continue being the dumb little mutt we both know you are and receive the full extent of it.” A moment passes in silence….”get fucked” you spit back. “You never learn, there really isn’t anything going on up there is there? You need daddy to tell you how and when to think, it’s pathetic.”

They way you break down into a dumb sobbing mess is beautiful in Asa’s eyes, all big talk and flailing until his black gloved hand comes down onto your exposed ass, again and again,leaving you begging and sobbing out apologies.

Asa looks at you pitifully, taking in the tears clinging your lashes and the rosey hue of your beaten ass, he knows you’ll be feeling it for the next day or two. His gaze softens as he rubs some ointment on your red behind and pulls your underwear back up, manoeuvring you to lay on the sofa on your side, careful not to put pressure on your butt.

He hushes your whines of complaint as he leaves briefly to get you a snack and a juice box, he may be a sadistic dom/lover but he’s not an improper one, aftercare is non negotiable and is always first priority after a scene.

He returns and settles into the sofa next to you, prompting you to sit upright so he can feed you, your brain still fuzzy and airy in Subspace.

Your master runs a hand over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear and looking at you smittenly. “See how easy it is when you’re good for me? You can just be a little pet and let master do the thinking ok? No need to be bratty. Just let daddy handle all the difficult things and it’ll be ok.” he practically coo’s at you, fondly committing your far away subby look to memory. “I have you, my silly cricket”

[ellisgirl]

Ellis Twilight — All Because of A Slight Fever Collection Event

Take Care of Ellis

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Big thanks to @otomefiend 😘 who provided this ellis snippet so we(I) can live happily for another two weeks���

Kate: "Thank you for going shopping with me, Ellis."

Ellis: "Hmm...if you have any trouble, please call me anytime."

Ellis smiles in the sunset as he lifts a large shopping bag with ease.

I wonder if they are preparing dinner in the city, and if you walk on the street, it smells delicious.

At the same time as feeling hungry, the gait on the way home becomes lighter.

(…….Huh?)

Kate: “Ellis, that is the way home, isn’t it?”

Ellis, who was walking next to me, wandered off to the side, so I hurriedly called out to him.

Kate: "Is it a shortcut?"

Ellis: "Ah...no. I was just a little dazed. Sorry..."

Ellis comes back next to me again, but his steps are unsteady.

Kate: "Oh, are you okay...?"

Ellis: "A little...hot..."

As soon as he murmured, Ellis's slender body tilted toward me.

Kate: “Ellis!?”

…

Kate: "I'm sorry. I didn't realise that you were not feeling well and even took you out...”

Ellis, who returned to Crown Castle and was diagnosed with a cold by Roger, is resting in the bed in the medical office.

(Why couldn't I notice it sooner........)

Ellis accepts my requests without making a single unpleasant face.

I was always spoiled by his kindness.

(I'm pathetic...)

Ellis: "I rarely catch a cold, so I didn't notice it either..... I'm sorry for making you worry."

My heart is tightened as Ellis cares about me even when he’s sick.

Kate: "Please don't apologise. Let's take a good rest now."

Ellis: “…….Yeah”

Ellis nodded a little and pulled the blanket up to his chest.

When I saw him lying there, I couldn’t help but feel a tingle in my hair—

Kate: "Um... if you don't mind, could you let me take care of you?”

…

Kate: "I got some lemon jelly from the kitchen! It's a classic when you have a cold, isn't it?"

Kate: "If you feel uncomfortable sweating, I’ll help you wipe it with a warm towel.”

Kate: “Also, water, ice, and anything else you would like, please let me know!”

Ellis: “……….” :0

As I prepare to take care of him and speak in rapid succession, Ellis rolls his eyes in surprise at me in bed.

Kate: "Ah... I'm sorry for making noise when Ellis is having a hard time….”

(Of course I'm worried about Ellis who caught a cold.….)

(I thought it was a chance to repay the favour on a daily basis, so I was too excited.)

Ellis: "It's okay, you’re not noisy. ....It's lively, isn't it?"

Kate: "I-I'll be careful..."

I can't stand the kindness of choosing words so as not to hurt me.

(Ellis left it to me to take care of him, so I have to do it well.)

Kate: "...You have to take some medicine first, so let's put something in your stomach."

Ellis: "Well, I want to eat the lemon jelly that you brought me."

Kate: "I see you have an appetite, that's good... Here you are"

I gave him the jelly and spoon on the plate.….but Ellis doesn’t accept it.

Ellis: "...I'm feeling a little tired, so could you feed me?"

Kate: “I understand! Could you open your mouth?"

Ellis: “Nn…..”

I gently insert a spoon into Ellis's small open mouth.

Kate: "How is it......?”

Ellis: ".....It's delicious.”

Kate: “Hehe, that's good. Then I'll go on the second bite, aaah.….."

Ellis: “aaah……”

Ellis, who opens his mouth defencelessly at my urging, is like a chick receiving food from his parents.

I'm so happy that he's being pampered, and carrying the spoon doesn’t bother me at all.

In the meantime, Ellis finished eating the jelly in no time.

Kate: “Is there anything else you would like me to do? Please ask for anything.”

Ellis: "Other than that......"

Ellis wandered his eyes and stopped at the pitcher I brought.

Ellis: "Well then....... Can you give me some water?”

Kate: “Of course!”

He continues to be obediently spoiled, and something like a desire to protect him welled up inside me.

After that, I devoted myself to taking care of Ellis.

Kate: “I've done everything I can to help you, but is there anything else I can do?”

Ellis: "If that's the case... I want you to sleep with me.”

Kate: "S-sleeping together...!?"

(Does that count as nursing......?)

Ellis: "If I sleep holding you, it will be warm..... Can I?"

(If you ask me with that kind of face, I can't refuse...)

Kate: ".....Well then, please excuse me."

I take the plunge and gently climb onto the bed.

(I have to make a place for Ellis to take a good rest.….)

Ellis: "......If you're at the edge like that, you'll fall."

Ellis hugged me vigourously as I lay down reluctantly.

Kate: “……..Uh”

I press my face so closely against Ellis's chest that I feel like I'm going to stop breathing.

My heart was struck by the faint scent of soap and the hot body temperature.

Ellis: "As I thought, it's warm..... Thank you, Miss Kate."

Kate: ".…..I'm happy to be of help to you."

I answered as best I could while calming my beating heart.

(I'm nervous, but...)

(I'd be happy to help you, Ellis.....)

Ellis: “Can I talk to you for a minute until I can get some sleep?"

Kate: "Of course. What shall we talk about?"

Ellis: "......I have something to ask you.”

Ellis: "Miss Kate, how happy were you to be with me today?"

Kate: “Eh……?”

I was caught off guard by the question that fell from above my head.

Ellis always asks people if they are happy.

But I never expected to be asked that question on the day I took care of him.

(It's hard to say I'm happy considering Ellis, who has a cold…..)

(However, this question has some important meaning for him......)

(I'll think about it in my own way and answer it firmly)

Kate: "...Looking back, I was happy to be able to take care of you."

(I was happy that Ellis spoiled me a lot himself and relied on me a lot as well.)

(You let me feed you, give you water, do everything for you......)

(.......Oh, that? Could it be.....)

Kate: "....Did you let me take care of you so obediently to make me happy?"

Ellis: “That’s one of it.... maybe”

(All my feelings were seen through........)

I was surprised, and then I couldn't help but smile, as is typical of Ellis.

Kate: "......You are always kind. I was going to repay the favour, but the favour has increased again."

Ellis: "Not really. It's also true that you saved me by taking care of me...”

Ellis: "It's true that I wanted to be with you."

Kate: “Well, that's good to know.......”

I'm even more happy to know that you're telling me from the bottom of your heart, not to make me happy.

(I wonder if the time will come when I can return so much happiness to Ellis with my own power......)

My desire to give back only grows, but I can't think of any concrete ways to do so.

(......Maybe I just have to do what I can do now.)

Kate: “I was happy to be able to take care of you, Ellis. But….."

Kate: "If you get better, I'll be even happier."

Ellis: “Then….., you're in safe hands."

Ellis: “Since Miss Kate took care of me, I'm sure I'll be fine in no time."

…Fin…

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GOD HAS FINALLY BLESSED ME WITH ANOTHER PENNY ENJOYER. THANK YOU SO MUCH

now, if you don't mind obviously, could you write your headcanons with penny? Thank you <3

general penny headcanons

penny is one of the sweetest characters in the game, she deserves some headcanons <3

warnings: pam. gross. pam's drinking, hints towards abusive childhood. not too much sad stuff!!

requested by: anon - thank you so much for requesting! i love penny so much, she was my first choice when i started the game and i just adore her! thank you so much for the penny appreciation <3 i wasn't sure if you wanted romantic penny or not so these are general, but PLEASE request romantic if you'd like!! <33

• Penny's music taste is probably somewhere on folk-ish side. Avid Taylor Swift fan, her favorite album being evermore. She mainly only listens to folklore and evermore, due to their stylistic choices, but she does dabble into every other album. Lover is also a pretty big one. Another one of her favorite artists is Noah Kahan, she enjoys she softer songs like All My Love and Everywhere, Everything.

• Her love language is receiving words of affirmation and giving acts of service. She would die for someone to just tell her she did a good job cleaning the house, or just general reassurance about something. Growing up, she didn't get too much encouragement. We all know her mother, and it only makes sense for her to need words of affirmation, but she would bend over backwards to do something for you! If you want it done, give her two to three business days.

• The reason why Poppy is her favorite flower is because she believes that it's beauty is unappreciated. She's also the type to go into flower meanings, and she knows a lot of them. Poppy symbolizes remembrance and hope, which Penny loves. Penny is someone that is full of hope, and her favorite flower shares that meaning. She doesn't understand why the other girls in the town don't like it.

• She buys Elliot's books everytime they come out, even if they're not her style. She wants to support her friends, and she'll read his book no matter what! The same goes for Leah, she will buy a ton of Leah's works, just to support her and make her happy. She has them displayed on a bookshelf, right next to Elliot's books. She is a big supporter of the arts.

• One of her favorite (and only) memories of her father is when she was young, he brought her on a daddy-daughter date to the forest. They ate melons by the pond, feeding the seagulls. That's why melons are her favorite food. Her father left at a young age, due to Pam's drinking. He couldn't mentally take it anymore, and he hated leaving Penny behind, but custody wouldn't allow it.

• Her worst fear is turning into her mother. She wants to be the polar opposite. That's why she goes out of her way to help the kids of the town, educate the town because she didn't have a figure to help educate her. Plus, she's always loved the idea of giving children the childhood she never had. Free from stress and filled with many opportunities. That's one of her goals in life.

[estethell]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Hello @amloveabledeathmo ✨ Thank you for sending me this beautiful ask and I apologize for the delay in my response!! I'm very open to asks, and sharing ideas and prompts, so I'd be happy to receive any!!

But now let's get to the answers:

Self: I'm Estethell, shortened to Este, and I'm Italian. I'm 31 years old, I live with a partner and I have two cats and a turtle as children. I have a great passion for fantasy and history, I read a lot of books, I really like to draw and I collect Tamagotchi. Once upon a time my secret dream was to become a professional designer, now I aspire to become a programmer!

Job/Work: I recently finished a training to become a programmer and now I'm looking for a job. For the rest I'm busy as a housewife at home 😂

Ship fandoms: I'm not really in a fandom at the moment and that's very unfortunate, however my favourite ships are: Nori/Bofur (The Hobbit), Bagginshield (The Hobbit), SpideyPool and Poolverine (Marvel), Alexios/Stentor (AC Odissey), Doctor Strange/Iron Man (Marvel), a lot of ships from Hetalia, Geralt/Jaskier (The witcher) and others I don't remember now!

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only: I don't have any real Ocs, so I don't have any specific blogs or prompts to talk about. However, I have drawn Ocs several times for commission through my Ko-fi page and I honestly had a lot of fun drawing them! My ko-fi is: Ko-fi.com/estethell

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Yeah, especially if they are sent as asks (anonymous or not). I love reading and answering these, please send me whatever you want!

Pets: My kids!! I have two female cats, Pixel and Ginger, both European cat race.

Pixel is special because she is brown tabby with a white chest but has a completely orange paw, it looks like she stole it from another cat LOL! She is very snobbish so we call her "the noble". She is quite independent so she is not very sociable. Now she has two year at September.

Ginger is a big orange cat, very lively and always running around the house. She scares easily but is very sociable. She has a difficult history behind her. She was a rabid cat who was found stuck in an abandoned house when she was pregnant, she had no way to feed herself. A friend of mine took her in, cared for her, gave birth and then when it was possible she had both the mother and the kittens adopted. And Ginger became my daughter 💖 I don't know how old Ginger is, but she arrived at our house at the end of January.

Hegel is a sternotherus odoratus turtle, she is twelve years old and has a really funny little face. He was a Christmas present from my sister because I wanted a water turtle and since then I have always taken care of her

Garden and Hobbies: Unfortunately, I'm not very good at taking care of plants so I don't do gardening. My main hobbies are reading, drawing, playing video games, watching funny videos and eating sweets (is that a hobby???)

Like being tagged in things: Actually, for everything! I like it when they tag me, the blog seems so alive when that happens. I like to see and reblog the posts they tag me in or answer if they are questions, or even participate in games!!

Thank you so much for asking me these questions, I really enjoy them!! I wish you a nice day/night!

[makima-s-most-smile]

Trigun Ultimate Vol. 2 (Part 2)

Why do I have to say so much about all of this? It will need at least two other parts...

Trigun Ultimate: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4 Trigun Maximum: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2, 4.1, 4.2, 5.1, 5.2, 6.1, 6.2, 7.1, 7.2, 8.1, 8.2, 8.3, 9.1, 9.2, 10.1, 10.2, 10.3, 10.4, 10.5

Chapter 1: Blood and thunder

Excuse you? He wasn’t just a shoemaker? What else? Many shoemakers also work with keys, shoes and keys are a thing… So maybe he works with more fine tuning stuff like weapons and/or prosthetics?

How does Vash know, though? Our dude is much more streetsmart than we are made to believe!

Man, children in bad places is such a big part of Trigun. I feel for the girl. I know that Vash is not in the right place to help her more than this, but damn, I wish someone was. We see glimpses of all the suffering, we see the results of all the suffering in the characters we meet, but it never gets better. Kaite in the last volume, now this girl… And in the end, they are left alone after our adventure with them. The status quo still stands.

Vash must feel absolutely powerless when confronted with such a situation. He cannot help her, he knows this, his not acting is not apathy, but it may read as such when you don’t take time to read into it. I always stress how much agency Vash gives to other people, but this is not one of those situations. This is Vash being unable to do more. He is not part of the community, he cannot find her a home, he can only feed her for a day and offer to play with her and make it okay for a little while. But from her perspective, why should she trust him more than getting the food offered. Too nice men can be dangerous. *stares at the next page and Legato* Yeah…

When I was younger, I read in a prank book that a perfect prank would be to stand in the city plaza and stare into the sky as if you see something there. And people would stop and try to see what you see. I feel that this woman is one of the people that would be pranked by such sillies!

I miss those innocent times!

Lightbulb-Knives confirmed. Vash does not remember July. But it does not take much for him to put two and two together here. He remembers the wreckage and being at point zero. The only logical conclusion is that Vash and Knives had an altercation there. But Vash does not know the extent! We on the other hand get to see something more skeletal than fullbodied. 

Please, give us insight into what Meryl is thinking! We got a quick lookover to Milly, but the women must know that there is something going on and have their own thoughts. Even if that exchange is over quickly, the girls see the change in Vash and they don't see Legato.

First of all, Knives rattling on and on about Rem confirmed!

Secondly, Legato has a point there, but not the kind of point he thought he did. Rem’s memory is holding Vash back, he cannot really connect to other people, he becomes a martyr for others, he takes his own agency and puts himself into a passive receiving role towards the actions of others. Legato talks about the godlike position Knives has to him. Sure, Vash could do the same. But since Vash is putting Rem into a godlike position and thus humanity as a whole, he makes himself into a pariah. Both brothers are wrong and opposing sides on the same medal. A middle ground would be good.

Sure, Knives and his godcomplex… Knives’ twelve disciples, holding onto silver coins. Man, we haven’t met that guy, but he is already a theatre kid! At a christian school at that. Going all biblical with the numbers. Or is it Legato who decided that and wanted the Christian flavour to get gummy points with Knives?

Not gonna lie, this paper bag has perfect timing. Since I need to buy groceries with paper bags, I can say that mine wouldn’t hold a blood dripping head for such a long time without any spilling out. Plants make high quality stuff.

Chapter 02: Diablo

While I understand the sheriff, I am also thinking: Dude, has anybody seen Vash transport the head in a bag towards the square? Do you really think that Humanoid Typhoon would let himself be easily arrested if he was guilty? This is about looks and not wanting to have real responsibility to look into that.

Girl, he is looks seven at that point, max! Don’t put that existential crisis into him and the responsibility of being a caretaker! Rem is often depicted talking with the kiddos like they are adults. Well, they are the only other people she can really talk to… The S.E.E.D.S. project really didn’t take isolation and loneliness into consideration for the person on watch. While the kids depend on her as a caretaker, she also depends on them for her mental health. She is not a bad caretaker, but her isolation and the twin’s plantness makes it difficult for her to bring them up age appropriately. 

We already get a glimpse into her depression when she states that she has noone left, so it doesn’t matter where she is. I don’t think even 150 years later Vash understands her being depressed and lonely.

Another little thing, the way they talk to each other reminds me how many autistic kids talk to adults. I did it and I read that many autistics tend to talk to adults more than to kids, because they can talk about topics that their peers aren’t interested in. Granted, in this case Vash has no neurotypical friend his age. Only Rem and Knives.

Why do I remember them being much younger at the Great Fall? They look like early teens here. 

And yeah, Knives going full denial and dehumanisation on Rem because he couldn’t live with losing her. Interesting, how Knives has no real face in Vash’s memory. Only a grin.

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The Man from Black Water, Chapter 7

A/N  Like a steam locomotive, this story (the romance part of it, anyway) is slowly beginning to pick up speed.  In this latest chapter, Jamie receives some bitterly disappointing news, but something good comes out of it.

Happy New Year’s Eve to all those who have read, like, commented and reblogged this story!  I very much appreciate you, and look forward to concluding this tale with you in 2023.

For previous chapters, please see my AO3 page.

“Ye enjoy rubbin’ shoulders wi’ the folk up in the big house, teuchter?” Angus inquired when Jamie returned from his duties at the manor house.  

“Willna be the only rubbin’ he’ll be doin’ t’night, I reckon,” Willie inserted with a lewd grin.  

“Oh, Claire!  Oh, my bonny lass!”  Angus cried out in a high falsetto, while his right hand grabbed for his crotch.

“Ye’re a filthy bastard, Angus,” Jamie pushed the man away with both hands, tired of his endless ridicule. The smaller man fell backwards, only barely avoiding landing on his backside.

“Lay yer grubby hands on me again, teuchter, and I’ll geld ye in yer sleep,” Angus warned from across the narrow bunkhouse.

“Mind yer tongue when ye speak o’ a lady, Angus, while ye’ve still got one.” This latest threat came from Black Jack, his ever-present knife in hand.

Before the argument could escalate any further, the door opened and Dougal entered, drops of rain beading on the shoulders of his oilskin coat.

“We leave for the muster at dawn the morrow,” he advised tersely. “Anyone no’ tacked up and ready tae ride is lookin’ fer new employment.  Pack fer two weeks but prepare fer three.”

Quarrel forgotten, Jamie’s blood sang with the promise of once again breathing the pure air of the Highlands.

“Is there anything particular we ought tae bring?” he asked eagerly, already mentally assembling his saddle bags.

Dougal looked momentarily contrite, a foreign expression on his normally stern face.

“There’s been a change in plans, lad.  Ye willna be comin’ wi’ us on this muster.”

From the heights of anticipation, Jamie plummeted into the cellars of disappointment.  He barely heard Angus and the others howling in mirth.

“They’ve probably seen that rangy beast o’ yers,” Angus chuckled, wiping tears from his eyes.

“He’s a Highland horse,” Jamie defended Donas.  “He kens those hills better than I do.”

“I dinna make the orders, lad,” Dougal growled, “But when I gi’ them, tis the end of it.”

Unable to stay in the suddenly claustrophobic room, Jamie fled onto the veranda and paced back and forth, trying to contain his boiling anger and shame at being left out.  A minute or so later, Dougal emerged and stepped into the rain.

“Mister Mackenzie,” Jamie called out, unable to quiet his pride. “Why?  Why me?”

Without a word, the overseer glanced towards the manor house, where warm light still spilled into the oily night.

Not for the first time, Jamie wondered why Henry Beauchamp had hired him if he hated Highlanders so much.

***

The next morning Henry Beauchamp, Hugh Munro and a half dozen stock hands congregated in the stable yard.  Billowing clouds of steam rose from the horses’ nostrils as they champed their bits and pawed the frost-hardened soil, sensing the adrenaline of their riders and eager to be underway.

From where he watched on the bunkhouse veranda, Jamie could see Claire Beauchamp speaking with her father, her fine-boned hands gesturing urgently.  Whatever Henry said in return, it wasn’t to his daughter’s liking, for she turned on her slippered heel and stalked back towards the manor.

“Dinna forget tae feed the chooks, teuchter!” Angus called out as the group trotted away, aiming for the line of foothills that were catching the sun’s first rays, a warm apricot stain along the horizon.

Lips pursed in a grim line, Jamie turned away, determined not to brood over his misfortune.  He’d come to the Lowlands to earn enough wages to protect Lallybroch from seizure.  By that measure, he could be just as successful here at Netherton as off on the muster.  His homesickness would just have to bide.

Looking one last time towards the manor, he noticed Claire still stood outside, her untamed curls ruffling in the morning breeze.  She was gazing after the men with longing that matched his own.

Jamie felt a stab of pity.  Lamentable as his own circumstances might be, he at least had the power to act to change them.  Even now, if he truly wanted to return to the Highlands, he had only to saddle Donas and ride up the military road.  It was his will that kept him anchored, not the will of others.  For all her affluence and refinement, Claire Beauchamp couldn’t say the same, and that made her situation far more tragic.

***

Rosemary contemplated her recalcitrant pupil as she hammered her way through an oration of Shakespeare’s twenty-ninth sonnet.

“Really, Claire.  That recitation had all the poetic finesse of a cudgel.  One more time, and this time I want you to feel the passion beneath the words.”

With a persecuted sigh, Claire lifted her leatherbound volume and began anew.

“When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

I alone beweep my outcast state…”

Jamie Fraser entered the parlour, carefully balancing a tea service on a tray.  He was wearing his work attire of homespun linen shirt, tweed waistcoat and breeches, but his copper hair was tamed and his face cleanly shaven.  It made him look both younger and more genteel, his lapis blue eyes astonishingly bright against his tanned skin.

“Mrs. Crook asked me tae bring in yer tea,” he explained once greetings were exchanged.  “She’s a touch o’ the gout t’day.”

“Claire was just punishing Shakespeare on account of being cooped up indoors all day.  The bard thanks you.”  Aunt Rosemary quipped.  “Please join us for tea, James.”

“Oh, no!  That is, I couldna impose, mistress,” Jamie spluttered, watching Claire from the corner of his eye to measure her reaction to taking tea with a stable boy.  She had abandoned her book of verse but was looking out the parlour window with an expression that seemed sanguine enough.

“Nonsense.  Male company will be a relief in this hothouse of female emotions,” Rosemary assured him.

“Do ye mind?” Jamie asked Claire after her aunt had left to fetch another tea service.

“No,” she spoke quickly.  “Why should I?”

Without answering, Jamie lifted the book of sonnets, admiring its fine binding and elegant typeface.

“Do you know Shakespeare?” Claire asked before realizing how pretentious she sounded.  “I mean… that is… I didn’t know if they have any schooling…” she spluttered.

“In the uncivilized morass o’ the Highlands?” Jamie finished with a chuckle, quite used to casual bigotry.  Without waiting for Claire’s response, he gently placed the volume on a nearby table and squared his shoulders before taking a deep breath.

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”

The sonnet’s words, softly rounded by his Highland brogue, gently dissipated in the wainscoted room, leaving nothing but the ticking of the mantlepiece clock.

“It’s so beautiful,” Claire said as though speaking to herself. “And yet I cannot help but feel Shakespeare was writing of some unattainable ideal, like the Platonic idea of love.”

“I ken that isna true, fer I’ve seen such love wi’ my own eyes.” When Claire raised a questioning brow, Jamie explained.  “Between my da and my mam.  Afore she died.”

Without realizing it, the two had drawn closer to one another. Claire cautiously rested a hand on Jamie’s arm, feeling the muscles jump beneath the coarse fabric.

“Do you miss her, your mother?” she asked softly.

Emotions running riot, Jamie took a moment to sip his tea, careful not to dislodge the warm touch that seared him like a brand.  Once he was certain he could speak without his voice breaking, he replied.

“Aye.  Aye, I miss her.”

“I never knew my mother,” Claire confessed with a touch of wistfulness.

“I’m verra sorry to hear it.  She must ha’ been beautiful.  Like ye.”

The compliment was spoken without forethought, born from both its truthfulness and Jamie’s natural inclination to be charming.  It was only once he heard his words aloud that he realized how grossly he had overstepped his station.  Twin tides of red flooded their cheeks, one of delight and the other of abashment.

“I thank you, kind sir,” Claire finally let go of his arm to give a theatrical curtsey in Jamie’s direction.  

Released like a rabbit from a snare, Jamie gulped down the rest of his tea before letting the cup clatter against its saucer.

“I should be about my duties, mistress,” he apologized.  “Please thank yer aunt fer the tea.”

With a stiff bow of his head, the young man fled from the room just as Aunt Rosemary was returning.  He only paused to offer a polite farewell, and then his boots could be heard hastening towards the front door.

Observing the flush on her niece’s cheeks as she stared longingly out the window, Rosemary allowed herself a moment of quiet satisfaction.

[fisheito]

no no, i’m still thinkin about the oranges cuz under the assumptoion that we are flying an eiden-shaped fleshsuit SO MANY of them would provide us with a little citrussnack like. you could go “oh noooo my hands hurt can u pls peel for me 🥺”

yakumo and olivine are the ones who carefully peel the orange, remove the pith bit by bit, and separate orang into segments .... put it on a plate or smth civilized... maybe even feed you by hand and happily watch u eat bc theyre too frikin nice

blade is so eager to help so he tears the thing asunder in 0.03seconds leaving you with a lumpy pithy orb like TA DA!! but idk if he’s ever seen anyone eat an orange so either u bite into the orb OR tell him how to separate the orange.... in which case he will do so with mathematical precision THEN feed u THEN he’d do it with 300x more oranges until u beg him to stop

eiden would approach morvay and ask “can u peel my orange for me” and morvay immediately agrees thinking it’s code for some obscure sex act but then eito’d have to clarify like “no. i just. can you please peel this orange i have with me, so that i may consume it for non-incuban sustenance purposes”  and his disapppointment is visible/audible but he’ll still do it to help u out

aster?? if u manage to reach aster with an unpeeled orange the little man wouold be HORRIFIED, just AGHAST and MORTIFIED that Master made it ALL THE WAY TO THE BIG BOSS HIMSELF without someone peeling the orange for Eiden. Like. what kinda shoddy service ?? Am I running a mansion or a pisshouse? Gonna have to retrain the staff because if y’all aren’t preternaturally predicting eiden’s every need at every second and making him happy, then you are NOT DOING YALLS JOB

edmond??? when he’s busy???? won’t even entertain u and will str8 up walk away but idk maybe if eiden were to pull the big woobly eyes and edmond wasn’t currently busy... well...> he’d prob give in. but he’d do it his way. throw the orange in the air and slice it with his sword so it lands in perfect slices. so his hands don’t get dirty. and the orange’s tastyinness is now accessible WHICH WAS THE GOAL, ULTIAMTELY,,s o do not fight him on the specifics of your request

garu is also so eager to help like he’ll dig into it with his fingies and he might rip off a chunk or two of juicy flesh while he’s at it but he manages to keep most of it intact so u appreciate the effort. the job is eventually complete, albeit a lil mushy and juicy in some parts. this is an excellent chanCe to engorf an entire half out of garu’s hand and chew like a hamster bc i feel like garu’s curiosity and general unstoppable hunger will lead to eiden sharing the orange. u each get a half and we’re all gonna eat like beasts

annoy quincy long enough and he would cave. like he’d have the math gif flying around his head and the longer u bother him, the less work Peeling Orange becomes in comparison. the first stage is just peeling it enough that you receive an orb. If u make an even more insufferable ruckus, quincy will move to stage 2. which is so very meticulously removing every bit of white from that fruit until it is Pure Delicious Sphere. A sizeable percentage will be given to Topper (should he desire) as a labour tax. u can have the leftovers.

as for the fruit gatekeepers.... 

karu would throw the unpeeled thing back at your face. 

rei would contort his face in disdain at your pissbaby tolerance for pain and just go “boohoo cry me a river. peel ur own dam fruit” 

dante or kuya would give you 100 years jail. neither would dare imagine stooping to such servitude. no fruit for u.

[peregrineggsandham]

[Here. Have some nonsense about changelings with unashamedly vaguely purple prose. This is rather confusing by intention, but I swear there is a logic to the perspective switching!]

---

Your name is Arthur Elias Ward.

You're getting to the edge of the woods now. The grass is growing longer, the air a little heavier. You can see - not far ahead - the break, the point where forest gives way to meadow. For now, the canopy still casts you in shadow, and the grass is not yet long enough to brush against your knees. You curse hindsight. For a walk this long, you should have worn better hiking shoes, not sandals.

Your brother is walking next to you. He is wearing thick boots, and is perhaps better prepared - though you're the one carrying the water bottles and granola.

"Two hours to the ring, seven to the hill. My legs are going to fall off. Why didn't we ask to meet them at the ring, Art?" he asks.

"That's where the families always take them," you reply. "Because it's so close. And obvious, I mean, a mushroom circle is odd, but a hill is a hill. Anyway, we'll watch it in case there are any more, but I didn't want them to have to go back there. Bad memories."

"Do you think there'll be more?"

"I dunno, Arthur. Marjorie-Ann's having twins. I'm guessing she'll get good at telling them apart, so they probably won't go for her. Lots of new people move in when summer starts, though."

"We'll keep an eye out. If this goes well." A handful of dry leaves crack under your boots. The season could not yet be fall, but might perhaps be described as leaning precipitously. "And an ear. Crying babies aren't quiet. And they always cry."

"'Course they do, their parents don't love them anymore. I'd cry too."

"Yeah. I did." You stop for a moment, and ask your brother to pass you a water bottle. You've been nearly out of the forest for some time now.

"Two crying babies, really," you mutter. "Wailing in a tritone."

"Uh. Hey. Hey, Arthur. The field's getting further away."

"Mm? Oh. Guess they're not ready, yet. Let's keep walking, give them time to relax and get used to us. Nice and slow."

Your brother frowns at you. "You sure it's them doing it? Bit of a big illusion. You couldn't make a coin vanish behind mom's ear-"

"We don't know how many there are, Arthur. Or how old. I mean, the one Carol traded back for her birth-daughter, she's the only one we planned on, right? And then we remembered the one Oliver brought to the circle, got on his knees with the begging and the pleading for his birth-son, that was what - seven years ago? The woman who runs the consignment store - I don't remember her name-"

"She won't tell us. Or anyone, really."

"Ah, fair enough. They did take two of her kids, the one a long time ago, then again, what, maybe a decade ago? So that's four, and those are just the ones that came after us. And the ones we know about. If they made it. They might not have made it."

His hands are shaking, and he drops the cap of the water bottle into the leaves. You bend to fetch it, taking the moment to remove a few sticky burrs where they'd gotten caught between shoe and skin. When you look up to take the bottle back, he is still shaking.

"Half of the things under hills feed on the nameless."

"Even those that made them. I know," you say.

"I don't - I can't blame Carol. Or Oliver, or consignment lady, it's all very simple, right, a trade was made, they only make the same exchange. No big deal. We apologize, our mistake, your flesh-and-blood baby appears to have been replaced with a defective product, we really didn't think you'd notice. Our bad. Please return within the seven-day window in original packaging to receive a full refund."

"I know, Arthur."

"Depends on the thing, though. You can't - I mean you can return an open thing of milk if you realize you had 2% in your bag before someone swapped it for skim, but the store isn't going to put it back on the shelves."

"Arthur," your brother interrupts, but you aren't stopping now, you've been walking for seven hours and your legs ache and this metaphor isn't going over-extend itself.

"You can go back and get the 2%, it's fine, probably only a little traumatized, but you already opened the skim milk, it's sour already, and it's not as if you want anyone else to buy it now, anyway. They all want the 2% they came to the store for in the first place. Not your problem, take it to returns, bada-bing, bada-boom-"

"Arthur."

"What?"

"The hill." Your brother points ahead. Whatever warping of perception had led you both on a long walk to nowhere has finally let up. There it is, then. The end of the woods, and the start of the plains, like the drop off from a coral reef to the abyss.

...Or, at least, like how that drop off is shown in Finding Nemo. You've never actually been to the ocean, but you're confident Finding Nemo is an accurate representation of reality.

"Marlin was going to name half of them Marlin Junior," you say.

He is staring at you now. Clearly worried. Both of you are barely feet from the edge of the woods - the grass is up to your waists now, transitioning into wildflowers under bright sunlight. But here, for just a half-minute more, you are still comfortably in shadow. The hill is clearly visible, a gentle rise whose grasses fade to a bald patch on top - an old stump sits at its summit.

"Half Marlin Junior, half Coral Junior. Dozens and dozens all the same." You aren't sure where this is going but you think you might be afraid. "Then Coral dies, and all the eggs but one - and she'd wanted one to be Nemo - so he just named the one that survived Nemo."

"Do you want to change our name to Marlin Junior?"

"No, Arthur. I- stop smiling. I'm trying to- I-"

"I'm sorry," you say. "Bad time to joke, it's- I know we talked about this. A lot. But I guess I never - well, it's mostly me we talked about, wasn't it? Whether I'd be okay with it, and I am. I mean, I did it once."

"As a literal toddler who didn't know any better than to wander out into the woods, introduce yourself to your new doppelganger best friend, and undo mother's days and days of hard work tracking down a fairy ring and ripping her son's stolen name out of the not-a-child she carried there demanding they give him back?"

"Yeah. And I'm still okay with it."

Your brother looks skeptical. That's fine. You've given up trying to convince him that you don't regret him.

"And now, hey, legal adult here, able to enter binding contracts under human law and all that, and I am entirely okay with this plan. And you said you were too, Arthur. But I'm - I don't know that we discussed it enough. I've said, again and again, I can share, it's fine, but I need you to know it's also fine to back out, we can turn around, there is zero pressure here to-"

"It's mine." You snap. You want to punch something, but the trees would scrape your knuckles to shreds, so you wrap your hands in the long grass and pull until it bites into your palms. "And it's important. This is important, Ar-" you bite your tongue. "I want to do this. I need to do this. I can't let them exist like this. It was - before you found me again, it - I was made to take something and I took it and then it was ripped out of me and you can't imagine what that felt like."

He listens. He is good at that. Of course, you'd forgotten.

"...Do you remember? The seven days, before mom got you back?"

"No. Not really."

"Good. Yeah. Right. Sorry, we've - I know we've talked about this before. It's just." You breathe in and unwind the grass from your hands, long bands of red around them where they'd pressed into the skin. "You gave it back and I can't - I believe you, that it's fine. I do, Arthur. I believe you'd have done it again, if you'd met me now. I believe you can do it again, on the hill."

You lean against a tree. "But you aren't sure you can."

Your legs are sore, too, though you'd gladly walk another seven hours without complaint if your brother decided he couldn't go forward. That was fine. This isn't the sort of meeting, or magic, or general situation that you rush.

"I want to. I will." There is determination is his voice that you've never heard in your own. "I think... I just didn't think it'd be this hard. It was easy for you then. Toddler and all. But it's easy for you now, too."

"Sharing is caring." And now he's glaring. Inappropriate time for a joke, take two. Great job. You're on a roll, Arthur Ward.

"Shut- no, but, that's it, though - we don't share. That's not how this works! Every cell in my body is telling me I am about to give my name away, and it is screaming at me!"

He's reaching for the tall grass again and you wonder if you should grab his hands before he slices them open on unexpected thorns, but he only twirls the ends of the blades around his fingers.

"What we have only worked - only works - because literal babies don't know any better. Neither of us knew we couldn't, so we did."

"Dream logic."

"Whatever is waiting out there," and he points to the hill, where the stump sits, quiet and unassuming as stumps are wont to be, "they know better."

"You think they'll, what, take our name and run?"

Your brother sighs. "If there's more than one of them? No. We share it with all four of them at once - or however many are left. I never met any others, it wasn't safe to mingle, but if whatever agreement you made calls the whole lot, I - I don't think any one of them, of us, would see the chance to help them all and not take it."

"That's presuming a whole lot of unselfishness, for fae."

"We were meant to be human."

"Humans are selfish, too," You point out. "Children especially so. And, well, they were only ever children."

"Says Mr. Sharing is Caring."

"Ah, yeah. Fair point."

"If it would work, if it is allowed to happen, they'll let it."

"It'll work. We're proof of concept. Seeing is believing, and all that."

"Stare decisis. We were all born in court, after all."

"And if there's only one?" you ask.

A pause.

"Then they are a nameless fae with nothing left to lose, with power enough to bend light between the trees, and we are already dead."

You meet each other's eyes. The sun has moved enough now that its light just reaches you through the trees. Best move forward, before night comes. At worst, you will be together.

"The funny thing about Nemo, though," he says. "It means nobody."

"For the record," you say, "if you ask me, I'd rather be one of a hundred Marlin Juniors."

"What? Why?"

"It'd have meant the rest of those eggs made it."

"...Oh shut up. About to climb a fairy hill, and we're getting all philosophical about Pixar."

"Procrastinating climbing a fairy hill."

"Right. Right then. Let's do this."

You reach out, take hands - his are grass-stained but no longer shaking - and on the count of three tell each other your name.

---

Arthur Elias Ward sits atop an old stump.

He is patient, and silent, and still. He is busying yourself counting the tree-rings in the stump when the nameless things begin to make themselves known, and so he begins to count them instead.

There is the littlest one, hand-in-hand with the second-littlest, emerging from the tall grass. You grip your brother's hand tighter.

There, beside you on the stump as if they had always been there, is the third, who once answered to a name the owner of the local consignment shop has long since struck from the record, along with her own. Her blood-son is dead, you think. She had taken longer than seven days to notice, and when she bargained for him back, he had already left too many pieces behind.

The fourth claws their way out from the bald dirt of the hill. They are not much younger than you, or him, and they flinch in the bright sunlight, squinting, reaching out half-blindly until they meet-

A fifth. You do not know this one, or what name it borrowed, or from whom, or for how long. They are older than you and him. They smile at whichever Arthur Ward had been born of your mother's blood, and their eyes crinkle up at the edges, and for the first time you think you can remember some part of those days without a name.

Human children, taken, emptied of their selves, are a novelty.

Copies are made without a second thought to fetch new playthings, and when seasons change and the capriciousness of the things under the hill and through the ring makes itself known, the 2% milk too goes stale.

Whichever Arthur Ward is mortal, you think he can remember the eyes of the fifth. You think they hid, and watched you, and you think that if your mother had not come for you, they would have stolen you away a second time, to live among the nameless.

How could the Arthur Ward who is fae never have met another? you think. But you realize, soon enough: The nameless are very, very good at hiding. Rolling out from the stones come a sixth. From dust a seventh. Older and older, particles in Brownian motion all about you coalesce into an eighth, a ninth, a tenth.

The lines of the stump you had so studiously counted twist into half-remembered borrowed faces as ancient as the wood. They swarm the hill. They press in upon each other, dozens deep. You smile at them - your brother takes deep, measured breaths.

"Hello," you say. Which one you are does not matter, in this moment. You are entirely your own person, and you are not your brother, except when you both decide the differences - grand as they are - are not worth fussing over. Moments like these. It's easier to have this kind of conversation, with only a single I.

"Oh. Oh, there are so many of you."

There were. Centuries of logs of wood carved into infants, of clay and sand and bundles of reeds mimicking flesh. Detritus with the sad luck of having souls, flung into the woods in horror, gods, please, please, give me my child back and take this thing away. It was not their fault.

Whatever names had been stolen for them had long since been ripped from their bodies and returned to their mortal bearers. The souls left behind watched you. Waiting.

...You'd had a speech prepared. Quite forgotten. Ah, well.

"...I wish," you say, and stop, because that is not a safe thing to say in this kind of place, and you are a fool but perhaps not that much of one. "In a better world," you start again, "you would all have your own names. I know that is not how it works. I know you have only ever had that which was stolen."

The second-youngest brings the youngest a little closer. They both still look like the children they'd been meant to be.

"But that's not fair, is it?" You look at them. The littlest shakes their head. "Right. Well. One of the first lessons you learn as a kid is how to share. It's not perfect. Easy to lose bits of yourself. But that's fairy rules, you know, everything is like that. I'm like that. It's not easy. But it's fine. Because this way, nothing is ever really lost. Only borrowed."

A breath. "Only one can use it at a time, but it is ours between us, and we would have it be yours. Not given. Shared."

You reach out a hand to the littlest. They take it, carefully, their palm tiny against yours.

"Arthur Elias Ward," you say to them, to yourself, to your brother, and to a hill and a field filled with half-a-thousand forgotten changelings. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

They say you should never give the fae your real name. You were introduced to a large group of creatures from the fae realm, and immediately told them all your real name. You couldn’t be happier with your decision.