Twenty-fine. Femme ao3 is AzuraHearthborne pan-to-ace pipeline (hearts not parts sound familiar?) in EST, plz forgive transgressions between midnight and 8 AM
Hi. Yeah. Um. I think it's important to make clear that I don't condone any of the things I write about irl. Please refrain from idealizing any of it.
I write (most of) these things because they feel familiar to the childhood situation I grew up in, and writing about it safely in my own solitude helps me to put words to what happened. And it helps me express and wade through the emotions I have.
Adorable kitties :3 here are mine! The largest loaf is Missy (my grandma's cat), sleeping in a box is Samson (nickname: Boy cat or heavy butt), the last is Delilah (nickname: Baby, Samson's sister) I like to think Missy as their grandma :3
Aaaaa Missy really does look like a grandma handing you a little treat! I love it. The kiddos are cute too, don't get me wrong. You can tell nana cares for them.
i don't really want to weight in on the "using big words in your writing is ableist" discourse happening on tiktok because i'm like 90% certain it's an anti-intellectual psyop to stir up drama in online circles to promote the use of ai to summarize literally everything and thus feeding the LLMs and lowering the populace's mistrust of such tools but i also have to say: dictionaries and thesauruses are the most accessible they've ever been. if you use an e-reader of any kind you can look up a word without leaving the page. there's a plethora of online dictionaries and if you just type a word + "meaning" into google it'll usually give you a definition. we used to have pocket dictionaries we used when reading in class. i have two on my shelf right now that i used in high school. stop letting the fascists purposefully misuse anti-ableism rhetoric to trick you into never thinking again.
Cn: kidnapping, being held captive, refusing food, tampering with food by putting "secret protein sauce" into meals,
Nathalia wakes up the next morning, screaming. She's not in her own bed. And she's not sleeping next to any handsome hunk from a hookup, what a tragedy.
Carter rushes in, holding a bowl of batter that he was in the middle of stirring.
"You okay?"
Nathalia sighs. "Oh. It's just you. I forgot you kidnapped me." Carter frowns, a crease showing between his brows.
"We should do something together. I don't want the only thing you remember about this to be that I kidnapped you." Nathalia sticks out her tongue at him.
Carter takes a second to feign a pained expression, then he chuckles.
"I'm making pancakes. How many do you want?"
"None," Nathalia offers. She doesn't think she can stomach any food right now. Especially none from a crazed kidnapper.
Carter blinks. "You'll need to eat something. I know your medications are difficult to handle without a proper amount of protein. Is there something else you can stomach right now?" He asks, trying to help and sustain her.
Nathalia is having none of it, though. "I don't think i can eat anything that you cook for me."
Carter lights up with hope. "Then you'll cook ... in my kitchen?"
A storm passes across Nathalia's face. "You got way too happy about that possibility."
Carter chuckles. "Of course. You'll be in my kitchen. I keep it stocked, you know. If there's anything you need, we can make a list and go to the store for it. Like a happy couple 😍"
Nathalia holds her hands up. "You're getting ahead of yourself, young man. I never even agreed to cooking." Before his wounded puppy look could get to her resolve, Nathalia continues.
"You don't get it, do you? I have no freedom in this situation. I do not feel safe around you. You do not make me feel comfortable anymore, no matter how long we've known each other. You. Are. My. Captor. I don't want to do a-ny-thing with the likes of you."
Carter looks at her, clearly upset. Defeated, almost. But she just needs to know why I am the way I am. He tries to reason with himself. So, quietly, he replies, "mi casa es su casa. I'll be here." And he turns, walking out of her temporary room.
Nathalia begins to angrily rummage through her suitcase. The room is set up well enough that she could unpack and put her items in closets and drawers. If she wanted to, that is.
Stubbornly, she doesn't. She refuses to believe that she is stranded here with no way out.
She grabs her phone. The only contacts left on it are her family and Carter's. Somehow, they child-proofed it so all social media is blocked, too. She presses against it, attempting to crunch it in her hands in frustration. She knows if she screams, Carter will come running "to her rescue" again.
Goodness knows what he'd do then.
So quietly, she gets dressed. She makes her way to the kitchen. She grabs her medication bottles, and fixes herself a glass of water. She swallows her daily meds, and sets everything back down.
Carter is sitting on the couch in the living room, looking at the tv but not really watching it. Nathalia can see him from his family's open concept kitchen. She makes her movements so he knows that she's taken her meds, and goes back to the room where she's dwelling for the time being.
Carter's mind begins to race. If only she'd eaten my pancakes, or anything for that matter. He would have loved it if she'd eaten his cooking. He had his own way of making sure she got her protein in. But she didn't have to do that until she was comfy with him again. He didn't want to force anything.
I can't wait until she's comfortable with me again. It'll be so fun being all domestic with her. I'm gonna make her my wife - we're gonna go grocery shopping together. I'll book us vacations. Our kids will be the smartest in class. She's gonna spend her life with me, i just need to wait.
Carter cleans up the glass of water and medications Nathalia left behind. He licks clean the mouth mark left on the glass. He puts her meds into a daily sorter, and glues it to the counter. He hadn't thought about it earlier, but what if she tries to OD and he doesn't notice?
He counts each pill by the prescribed frequency, and places them into their new container. He counts the leftover to make sure Nathalia hadn't already tried anything.
He exhales once each pill is accounted for. There's a weird drumming in his ears that he didn't notice before. He leans against the counter, pressing his fingers against his temples. I should eat something. This woman will drive me to my wit's end.
Carter makes himself a lunch, and a little extra in case Nathalia decides she doesn't want to starve after all. It's no issue - even if she decides she wants to stay weak, I can still feed her myself.
His head floods with romantic images of her opening filled with his food, her mouth closing around a fork with the perfect bite prepared just for her. His nose starts to gain humidity as he imagines his role in her submission, providing even the sustenance which keeps her body operating.
Carter shakes his head, focusing back on the meal he's preparing. She won't eat it if it's all burnt. Dutifully, he finishes cooking and fixes two plates.
Finally able to take a breath, he starts preparing an accompanying sauce for the meal. He gathers salt, an oil, things that would go unquestioned in an average sauce. But then he unzips his pants, and reaches for his cock. She needs to get used to the taste of me. I need to make her addicted to the taste of my cock. Carter explodes into the sauce mixture, then puts a lid on it, shaking to mix it all together.
Carter calls her to the meal. "I've fixed lunch, ma Cherie!"
Nathalia scoffs. "Who is he calling ma cherie?" She asks under her breath. Resisting his offer, Nathalia simply stays in her room.
Carter eats. He figures fighting her is not going to go over well.
Cn: beastman, mermaid man (but reverse), f reader, light footplay, partial vore, only oral, overstim, slight noncon at the end
You clicked his profile in a heartbeat. You'd never seen a mermaid like that. Usually, it's the opposite arrangement.
And the teeth on this one! What a catch!
Or, maybe that's his line.
Because when you've made it into his dormitory, he devours you like you've been on the menu all night.
You jolt when his tongue slathers up against your labia, immediately coating you in warm wetness. Something in the uncoordination of his movements makes you feel safe and secure. His tongue lays against every hill and crevice of your body, lapping at your legs, your butt, your mound.
His mouth coaxes you to finally relax against his two rows of teeth. Think of them as your throne, and his tongue as your servant.
When his tongue gives an agonizingly slow drag up your labia, stimulating your clit laboriously, you grab onto his top row of teeth and moan. Your hips roll on their own. He could swear he tasted seawater.
Your legs are twitching. He grabs one with his tongue and wedges it gently behind his rear teeth. He takes the other and licks all the way down to your toes, where he lathers the foot with a new layer of saliva. You can't help but giggle.
"Oh! Hehehe well, what a surprise," you say, and he pushes his tongue in between your little piggies.
He works his way back up your leg, and lures it into the corner too. He clenches his back jaw ever so slightly, to lock your feet into place. Then he laps at your clit.
Sloppily. Slowly. Unrelenting. With the widest tongue you've ever felt, catching the clit and the labia and the clitoral hood all in one go. Your hips roll with his movements. You can't help yourself. You're singing for him, and his eyes are closed in bliss, tasting your ichor.
You cum.
He does not stop. You scream as he brings you to orgasm again.
He still does not stop. His tongue explores your entrance. It is sopping where he licks. He slowly takes the tip of his tongue and pushes every crevice of your walls open ever so slightly.
You've become jello, unable to resist his proddings anymore. Your back is relaxed, and your hands are gently pettibg his schnoz. He huffs happiky at the tender pats on his nose.
Your hips are jerkibg and rollibg against your power in his mouth. His tongue rides every wave like it's the sea. Your legs get stretched, and your feet are choosing between taking the shape of the letter c, and the letter l.
Your screams, oh what a joy they are. You began in a low register. Still trying to be sexy and sultry.
But he's reeled a fever pitch out of you now. You could shatter glass with your voice.
And finally, finally. He feels you squirt on his tongue. You erupt like a dolphin, and he swallows it like it's honey.
He presses the point inside of you again, and it happens again. You're almost too tired to not protest. But he closes his lips around you, in a tender kiss - which also reminds you of your position, as sitting halfway inside a shark's mouth. Whether or not that was the intention, it scared you enough to reconsider if this was embarassing enough to force him to stop.
After all, he just wanted to get a little wet. You can't blame a shark for that, right?
So there you lie relaxing into his mouth again, hearing his happy hum as you decide this, letting him overstimulate your sweet folds.
Cn: kidnapping, the family is fine with it, arranged courting, childhood neglect, distant boyfriend does a complete 180, jealous and possessive, college kids
Nathalia and Carter met through their families. Darling and Dylan, Nathalia's parents, had known Cater's family ever since they adopted Emmett. They were the ones that helped sign off on the adoption papers.
Now, Carter's grandparents decided it was time for him to start dating around. If for no other purpose than to understand the types of people in the world, and what an intimate partner may want from him.
What they didn't know about their grandson was his tendency towards... clinginess. With friends, with family, he was very clingy. It made sense why he was, though...
His parents practically abandoned him throughout his childhood - they were travelling attorneys, handling high-profile clientele. He hardly got a moment with them home, much less time together, just the three of them.
Year after year, they prioritized work over their child. He reached double digits at his grandparent's home. Carter went back-to-school shopping with his own syllabi, all on his lonesome with the debit gift card his parents left him. He learned how to cook from his grandparents, and learned to drive from the local driving academy service. He learned to shave from videos online.
So when his parents introduced him to somebody with the intention of courting, he blew her off. Kept his distance. He didn't allow himself to start caring for her - why would he?
Nevertheless, Nathalia tried with Carter. He was a handsome boy, and Nathalia was no asexual woman. She knew what she wanted, and what she liked.
When she looked at Carter, she saw him for the giant oak he was. He stood at a full head above her 5'10" height. He, even in his early college days, had broad shoulders. Along the way, Carter had started doing fencing, building muscle in places no gym-based bodybuilder could hope to compete with.
Nathalia's mouth watered at the idea of what his V line looked like.
As such, Nathalia pursued Carter. And Carter kept her at arm's length. Sure, he had room for making a friend, or a family business acquaintance. But he wasn't foolish enough to allow her into his intimate circle. Even his parents weren't allowed in. There's no way this random girl they suggested would worm her way in there.
Nathalia tried. Oh, how Nathalia tried. She tried everything to get him to open up. To talk with her. To go to fun places together, even just to have a picnic or walk their dogs together. Nathalia tried. Desperately.
...
After awhile, she stopped trying. Carter was not reciprocating her enthusiasm to speak with him. He was an icy, stone wall.
And Nathalia didn't care how sexy he looked with his new nose ring. Or how attention-grabbing his thick fingers were now that she'd unlocked the secret art of fingernail painting with him.
She didn't respond to his tight butt, toned from a constant en garde pose. She refused to think about what it might look like if he played a sport that called for a cup... or maybe a strap.
No, Nathalia was tired of waiting for Carter to maybe open up to her. So she blocked his number, and downloaded a dating app.
One of Carter's high school friends found her profile on the app.
"Dis ur girl, Carter?" He texted.
Carter's face blanched at that. It had been days since Nathalia reached out to him. Odd, because she usually tried to hang out every day. Or text, at least.
His breath caught. His vision went red momentarily. Why is she online, looking like that?? Without him??? He didn't think he was *that* interested in her. But there's something about tapping his jealousy button...
This could not do.
He called her immediately. Straight to voicemail. He knew he was blocked now.
~~
Carter waltzes up to the Reidere's front door. Darling, the adorable housewife she is, answers the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Reidere. Is Nathalia home?" Darling giggles - it seems like somebody or another is always at her door for one of her children, the daughters especially.
"Sure, Carter. Why don't you come in, take your shoes off. Stay for tea?"
He stumbles. "If it isn't an imposition, that would be delightful. Thank you." Darling asks one of the younger children to go fetch Nathalia from her room. As the kid runs off, Carter makes himself comfortable in their open-concept kitchen.
Darling starts cutting fruits and pulling together a small spread for two. She chooses a few of Nathalia's favorites, alongside some aphrodisiac foods. Crackers, a tame cheese, sliced strawberries, dark chocolate, pineapple rings. Her and Carter make small talk as Nathalia makes her way into the kitchen.
When she enters, Carter's pupils dilate. Darling says something to Nathalia that he doesn't hear, he's so busy drinking Nathalia in.
He'd been so busy keeping his distance that he never noticed her stature. How full her hips were. How much he wanted to devour her lips and nuzzle her nose. Now it was all rushing into him at once.
"Hey, you in there jackass?" Nathalia asked, annoyed, picking up a cracker and making herself a snack. Carter blinked, then shook his head, coming back to reality.
"I'm sorry. You look beautiful today."
Nathalia gave him a dirty look. "Sure. I dress up every time we hang out, but when I'm in knock-around clothes is when I catch your eye. Okay. What the fuck do you want, Carter? I thought you didn't much care for me."
Carter's face started feeling hot. "You're right. I didn't. I thought you were just like everyone else, that you'd distance yourself from me."
"Well, you were the one who distanced yourself first!" Carter rushes her, crashing his lips down to kiss Nathalia.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. You're different, always have been. I should have let you in."
"Ya think!?" Nathalia screams. Carter chuckles.
"No, I know. I know it so deeply in my heart now. Nobody's cared for me the way you did." He grabs Nathalia's hands. "Can you give me a second chance?"
Nathalia scoffs. "As if."
A pin digs straight through Carter's heart. He leans his head against Nathalia's, his thick eyebrows scrunching, his forest green eyes studying her expression. She can see in his face that he comes to some sort of a conclusion. A new resolve if sorts.
He steps back. It seems like he's going to leave - he doesn't look back at Nathalia or regard her again.
But no. He finds Dylan. Asks if he can borrow a suitcase - to make sure Nathalia is comfortable in his home.
Dylan, knowing what he did to get Darling, and what Emmett did to get his lover, shrugs it off and gives Carter a suitcase. To Dylan, Carter is simply learning to become a Reidere man. Dylan walks Carter to Nathalia's room, and instructs him on all the things that are creature comforts for Nathalia. Nathalia is his little girl from his Darling's own flesh, after all, so he knows her preferences down-pat.
Once clothes and essentials are packed, Carter rolls the suitcase out to the kitchen, and grabs Nathalia from her seat at the kitchen island.
"Wait! What's going on!? What's happening!?"
"Don't worry sweetheart. We'll see you in a month. We'll stay in touch with Carter's family, so if he does anything untoward, let us know and we'll handle it."
"As if THIS isn't untowards!!" Nathalia starts beating at Carter's chest to be let go, which only makes him lift her over his shoulder. Now upside-down, Nathalia tries one last time to pound at his ribcage. "Carter, this isn't funny! Put me down!"
Her protests fall on deaf ears.
Carter throws her suitcase into his car, and buckles her in. He takes his time putting her seatbelt on her, touching every inch of her hips that the fabric surrounds. His hands tighten around the seatbelt as he brings it up against her chest. Turning the child locks on, he climbs onto her seat, and closes the car door. Legs spread wide, he guides her hand to his crotch. Nathalia's face goes pink - it's exactly what she wanted to know. What she wanted to feel. And the snack that her mother just fixed isn't helping her show restraint - all she wants to do is press her mouth against it.
But she shakes her head, focusing. Carter is kidnapping her, after all. And now he has his private parts in her personal space.
"Please don't leave me," Carter whispers, still held in her palms. "I need you. You value me. I'm sorry that I'm only just realizing that. But I can't live without your care ever again." Carter brings his hands to either side of Nathalia's face, tender and sweet.
Nathalia's hand squeezes, attempting to harm his balls. Carter hisses. Removes his hands. Scurries into the driver's seat.
"I'd suffer that every day for the rest of my life if it meant i had your leadership, your guiding light beside me." His voice is earnest, genuine. Nathalia looks over at him. If he weren't so hot, she'd be far more scared. Still, she knows she needs to be careful. Even if Carter is a family friend.
"What are you going to do to me?" She asks.
"I'm going to let you in. Allow you to see the parts of me nobody has seen before."
the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form
