Leopoldo Benavent Villada

{ Dominant || Suite 107 }

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From Secret Santa: Have you always wanted to be a rebel, or is this something new, cultivated since coming to Dalton?

A rebel. Funny. I don’t know what I want to be, honestly. I just know that it gets very boring very fast when your entire life is planned out for you already from perfect start to perfect finish. 

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You've been quiet. Why? -Secret Santa

I’m a quiet person. I had nothing to say, so I kept to myself. 

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What got you interested in singing? Have you ever taken lessons? -Secret Santa

Growing up, my moms wanted to make sure that I had a well-rounded education, so they made sure to enroll me in a variety of different activities. I have taken private lessons, yes. In Spanish, English, and French. In Spain, we take classes in Spanish or English, and I took French as an alternative language. 

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@franniesubfabray commented: This is perfect, Sir. You both did incredibly. It sounds so beautiful.

@theiagowalsh commented: Yes Spanish! Always sounds /so good/ in songs. This is awesome.

Thank you. Both of you. 

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@lorelayingunderthesun joined me this week for #tgagleeclub’s THEATRICALITY theme. 

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franniesubfabray​:

To say the week had been a crazy one would have been an understatement. Frannie had been struggling herself, struggling to find the balance between doing her best for Matt, while also ensuring Polo remained in a good place. She knew her Dominant better than anyone, and she knew how quickly things could change, especially when he was left alone and in his own head. The tone of his texts gave him away immediately, and his confirmation had been expected when she’d bet he hadn’t left his suite, aside from classes. Knowing she had to do something quickly, Frannie did the one thing she knew would draw him out. Realizing she had only a minute before curfew fell, Frannie ran, not even bothering to slip on her shoes. Seeing her Sir immediately brightened her day, and her features. “Well…I ran.” She said with a shrug, moving quickly into his arms as she wrapped herself around him. “I needed to see you, Sir. I need a lot of things, actually. All of them involving you.”

Polo knew that curfew was about to hit, it was so close that if he hadn’t come out when he had, she might have been caught out after it and been punished. That was something she’d risked for him, even having seen the punishments that the Headmaster doled out. That combined with the anger he’d felt about having his submissive temporarily owned by another and the time they had spent apart left his inside boiling in the pit of his stomach. It also kept his lips glued to hers when she wasn’t speaking, and he kept his lips on her when she did by peppering kisses down the side of her face and along her neck. He took in her words and guided her back into his suite as if someone might come steal her from him if he stayed out in the open. Risky business always appealed to him, but tonight he wanted his girl to himself anyway. He led her all the way to the bed and carefully laid her out on it, crawling up with her, their lips locked. “I need you too, Frannie. Tell me more about that. What do you need?” 

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Reading the text Frannie sent and the caption beneath her photo, with the specific tag on it that she used for him, Polo started connecting dots. He didn’t quite believe it could be possible, she was temporarily owned by someone else- a thought he couldn’t get out of his mind since the moment the announcement had been made. It kept him up at night, and kept him from being hungry. It kept him in his suite whenever he wasn’t required to be out of it for classes, and it had kept him from wanting to clean his suite. It had also kept him holding onto his bottle of medication, and his panic attacks had increased. He didn’t bother slipping on shoes or a shirt, he made his way out into the hallway in his red, brief underwear and when his eyes fell on Frannie, he stopped, frozen, before making his way to her at a hurried pace. “How? You’re here...”

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FRANNIE ✉ POLO

Frannie: I'm so sorry, Sir. Let's not focus on that, though. Let's focus on the fact that in three more days, I will hopefully be all yours, should the Headmaster see it fit. /Sir/...What if you did?

Polo: It's not your fault. It is what it is. If he didn't, I might not get through round two without snapping. I don't really see that people possible, Frannie.

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FRANNIE ✉ POLO

Frannie: I know, Sir. But I still Miss you. You know, you're very sexy when you get protective like that. Good, it would...Very much 'suck' if you didn't. I know you don't, Sir. I was...Very pleased to see that. Don't get me wrong, I don't relish the fact that you're on your own. I'm willing to bet you haven't left your suite aside from classes.

Polo: I just think it's stupid. Jaxon put in Iago's name and half the school is in an uproar about how disrespectful that is, but it happens to me and I'm made out to be the bad guy for being pissed off. I haven't left my suite, no. I have no reason to.

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FRANNIE ✉ POLO

Frannie: Good evening, Sir. I hope you're doing well. I miss you.

Polo: Me not being near you right now isn't about you, pretty girl. I don't want to be one of those idiot Dominants that gets his submissive hurt by my own actions. I miss you too. You'll notice I don't have anyone here for this first round of mock claims, because I didn't put in anyone else's name but yours.

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I’m late, but here is @tgasantanalopez and I for the #tgagleeclub theme from last week. Listen through for English and Spanish.

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greysonmotta​:

From the looks of it, I missed out on one heck of a good time last night. No matter; I’ll just have to make my own fun and creativity is one of my many strong suits. In the meantime, I suppose introductions are in order. Those of you at Dalton may call me Greyson. Slaves, the first or last word that comes out of your pretty little mouths needs to be Sir, but I’m sure you already know that — or at least you should because you’ve had a decade or longer to adjust to your lot in life. On the same note, I also need somebody to unpack my things and make me dinner. I realize it’s a tall order when most of the warm bodies at McKinley are spoken for right now, but it’s an order nonetheless.

You’re not the only one missing out. There should be a few of them left over there. And not everyone that was taken was given 24/7 orders and rules. If you don’t get a reply by the end of the day, some people have some explaining to do. My name’s Polo Villada. Welcome.

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MATT ✉ POLO

Matt: Good morning. So, as you've probably heard, I do have Frannie in my care for the first branch of the mock claim. However, I did want to inform you that I am aware of her diabetes, insulin dependency and her need to eat frequently, so I can assure you those things will be respected. Would you like me to keep one of the emergency insulin syringes in my refrigerator, to have in case of emergencies?

Matt: In addition, I'll also be opening her up to being able to be taken under your orders when I do not have need for her. Despite all of this, I do recognize and respect that this is temporary, and at the end of the day you are still her Dominant. I'm not here to piss on your property, and she's only with me to carry out basic chores, cooking and suite upkeep.

Polo: You have an awfully strange way of showing that you respect other Dominant's property. Last I checked, placing a bid on someone with a Dominant's interest was highly disrespectful and the first sign of a war. It's too late for an alliance, so you can stop. And of course you need to have an emergency syringe with her? No, what I really would like is, I would like her to die in your care. Of course you need an emergency syringe for someone that is insulin dependent.

Polo: I'm not interested in speaking with you.

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When was the last time you /really/ got fucked?

This afternoon. ;)

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