ladies and gentlemen !
do you have daddy issues ? do you like tall guys with thighs thick enough to crush three watermelons ? do you, on occasion, lash out violently in a temper tantrum to rival the gods ? you’ve officially found the guy to hang with !
like or reblog this if you would be willing to interact with the potomac stallion, the og prez, GEORGE WASHINGTON of the hamilton: an american musical universe as written by dad !
his face flushed as he hunched over the paper. he hadn't meant to be so short with the man – it was just that this letter was confidential. if anyone saw this besides the person for whom it was intended, joseph felt sure he would drop dead. ❝—- i apologize. ❞ his voice was low, embarrassed to admit his wrongdoing, && his head ducked in apology.
the position wasn’t his favorite, && even worse was the fact that he was forced to stand on his toes to keep the carving along the edge of the desk from digging into his skin, but he had been sure that antoine would like it. joseph would likely be bedridden for several days anyways after sex with him, what was a bit more discomfort?
fortunately he hadn’t been there very long by the time the duke finally stepped inside. a small noise of content rumbled in his throat as his head turned just enough to catch a glance of antoine. his back was dimpled in all the wrong places, with bright scars collecting where it should have dipped inwards. when his cousin’s lips brushed over the pink patches he shivered, bottom lip catching between his teeth. ❝—- shush, ❞ he mumbled as his cheeks warmed && a soft smile blossomed on his face.
that earned a pout, bottom lip jutting out as he eyed alexander. ❝—- but i wanna see now. ❞ even as he spoke he quieted his fidgeting, though a leg still jumped with impatience. he couldn’t exactly say that he was used to being kept waiting.
joseph simply smiled at him and gave a small nod despite having no trust in his words. he knew full well that he would not live a long time; he would be lucky to make it to even ten years old. ❝—- yes, papa. ❞ arms lifted towards his father, urging him to join him in the bed. he was freezing despite the blankets piled atop him && hoped that the extra warmth could help him thaw. it was fortunate that he was so wrapped up, as several open sores littered his body, weeping a pink fluid onto his clothing && sheets – not at all a pretty sight.
Ad Infinitum
the silence made him wary. it had the same connotation as the quiet that followed questions of his health – the answer given would not be one that he wanted to hear.
hands wrung between his thighs, picking at his inseam until he received an answer. didn’t matter? of course it mattered! joseph would rather die than have his cousin be trapped in an unhappy marriage. it would not be easy, but he felt certain that he could convince his mother to call off the engagement if it was met with enough resistance.
the fact that she returned the question, twisting it back onto him, earned a small whine. of course he loved her. she had been a force in his life since before her birth, promises from his mother told that her favorite sister’s child would be his bride. the questioned remained, however, of whether this love was philia or eros. unwilling to explain this minor conflict, joseph simply shrugged && looked down at his lap.
bed, wed, behead: Lafayette, Georges, Patsy
bed: patsywed: lafayettebehead: georges
“Open your mouth. Wider.”
“Face down, ass up. This is how I want you.”
“Get down bitch, lick my come up off the ground.”
“You can barely take three fingers…why don’t we try four?”
“See? You can’t move at all, you’re completely under my control.”
“I love it when the binds leave bruises on your skin.”
“On your knees, slut. Stay where I put you.”
“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to…”
“Does it bother you that you can’t see me? Good. You’ll never know what’s coming.”
“Mh, every time I hit you, you tighten down on me…”
“Count them out, if you mess up once, I’m starting over.”
“Oh, you look so frustrated…I’m not stopping, though. You’ll come when I say you can.”
“Look at me, slut. I want to see your face when I fuck you into the bed.”
“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cry.”
“Go on, you said you could get away from me. You lose, pet.”
“You like when I choke you?”
“Look at all these marks on you…does it feel good?”
“Uh-uh, swallow. All of it.”
“You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ walk.”
“Oh, are you sensitive here? What a perfect spot to torture.”
joseph wasn’t stupid. he could see that she was all too eager to bolt past him – she hadn’t even looked him in the face, though maybe that was a good thing. it was just that he was terribly lonely in america, with no one he knew && nothing to really do. he had only brought a handful of books when the family fled versailles, && they had already been read several times over. still, if this girl didn’t want to speak to him he couldn’t exactly make her. ❝—- certainly, mademoiselle. ❞ he shuffled to one side of the walkway, sweeping an arm down the street. ❝—- i apologize for bothering you. i hope that you have a nice day! ❞
famous au where we played child best friends in a tv show when we were really young now its been like fifteen years and now we play love interests in this new teen hit tv show plot tho
On days like this, my bravery is getting out of bed.
LA BÊTE :
“You doubt what I say.” It wasn’t a question, but an observation. Fake pleasantries were something he knew and understood all too well. Brows furrow as he considers what to say. “I don’t blame you if that is the case. I wouldn’t want to take advice from something like me either.”
His head tilts to one side, as if he wants to ask questions, but doesn’t actually know what to ask. Instead he chooses to talk, for now. “I have suffered thoughts like that as well. To see what I am, this curse…” He growls to himself, hardly even a glimmer of his occasionally unpleasant temper.
“People fear creatures like me. Even with that… I’d sooner let them take a pitchfork to my throat than give in and end it myself.” He felt he deserved to suffer, perhaps that was why he was still alive. “It hardly helps, I’m sure. But I understand, at least to a degree.”
he shrinks in his chair, flinching at having been caught in his façade. it was instinct – being under constant surveillance by a priest from the age of five meant that he had grown used to scoldings when known to have lied. it silences him, making him look down at his feet while adam spoke.
❝—- you aren’t a creature, ❞ he mumbles as the older man grows silent, giving the mousy gesture of tucking in his chin. ❝—- you have the body of one, but if we are only our bodies… well, i’m barely worth looking at. ❞ a shrug as the boy gestures to his torso littered with scars from sores, bruised from a brace that dug into too-prominent ribs, twisted up && withered && very nearly useless. none of it is visible, but every second he is acutely aware of how damaged beyond repair his body was.
