#faunlets of color

[boundsoflace]

[dreary--dredge]

[heartshapelocket]

[fawnl3t]

Another outfit I recently wore ! I really need to start taking more selfies/photos 🍎🐛 ( shoes borrowed from my mom & the shirt with ruffles was hers but it didn't fit her anymore so she gave it to me ♡ so cool right!!!! )

[strawberryblooded]

Pinterest find x

[teendeaths]

Warm weather means og nymphet/faunlet. Eating fruit, laying on a blanket on the grass while reading Lolita and Alice in Wonderland. Heart shaped sunglasses to block out the bright sun, cute red lip balm. Sundresses and little shorts. Bright colors, pastels, floral prints, denim. Lemonade to refresh at pool parties and after rollerskating around the neighborhood. Picnics at the park and pies and cherry coke and playgrounds and blowing kisses to boys you'll never date. 🍒

[pink-evilette]

I rly want to understand the coquette subculture. It seems neat! but I'm so confused. I thought I got it, but the more I look into it, the less coherency I see (at least, in a way I understand). I don't see any consistent color palettes, textiles, topics, ideology, makeup, hairstyles, music, community language or signals. I can see ballgowns & lace w/ glitter & then tshirts and flannels in a dingy laundromat. I've seen people recommend Little Women & American Psycho in the same breath w/ no further elaboration. Celebrities w/ completely separate style influences are often grouped together. I see a lot of idealization of wealthy femininity ("old money", luxury brands, mostly rich celebrities, preppy vibes, heavy amounts of skincare/selfcare/"wellness" routines which cost $$$$) but also lots of depictions life's struggle w mental illness, substance abuse, & others things commonly associated w poverty & lack of class/femininity (Cigarettes, sweatshirts, the aforementioned laundromat, not eating, pills, speculating about Anya Taylor Joy's coping mechanisms??). What is it that unifies y'all? What is it that I'm missing? I feel so lost & I want to figure it out :/

this is a great question and I can totally understand your confusion! the way I see coquette/faunlet is more of an attitude than a specific style/aesthetic but I still call it an aesthetic if that makes any sense. it's about reclaiming your own girlhood in whatever way that looks to you, we all look and dress differently but have the same sorta energy that connects us as a community.

it all began with nymphet, which was all about classic americana, lolita, lana del rey, gingham, coca cola, diners, priscilla presley etc. but the tag got censored by tumblr because many kink blogs were infiltrating this innocent subculture with sexual material. in this era girls were feeling connected to dolores haze from lolita through their own experiences and related to her as a tragic figure.

the community was revived many times but the current home of the community is with @coquette-club which was created by @lovesickbrat and also used by @bbabyyy ♡ there is a lot more to our history that I'm missing out on but if you look on my blog you will find more explanations.

there are many subtypes of coquette which is why you see so many conflicting aesthetics within the tag, from coquette noir (which is like an expression of French new wave film stars, 1920s aesthetics, Betty boop, mainly black outfits etc.) to bubblegum coquette (all things pink and girly, electra heart era marina and the diamonds, barbie etc.) and many coquettes on here either fit into these substyles or blend some together to make their own personal style!

the old money aesthetic is popular but controversial due to its implications, and I'm personally more into the thrifty side of coquette, and using pieces that I've had for years in my looks.

as a community we usually try to distance ourselves from the pro-ed/pro-ana communities as they can be harmful to our vulnerable members, since they promote eds and make them look glamorous which is something we don't want associated with our subculture.

I hope this answers your question - in short, coquette is about being authentic to yourself, reclaiming girlhood, community and sisterhood, incorporating your own aesthetics and interests (e.g. horror coquette) and expression ♡ if you have any more questions I'll try my best to answer them!

[mrsvalbaker]

Speaking in Tongues

Part IV

Disclaimer : Smut. Timothée showing a little toxic behavior. My Timothée might be a little inspired by @meetmyothersouls Dark!Timothée.

Timothée's POV

Would she still want me when I'm no longer cute? When I'm no longer an icon or Hollywood's favorite faunlet, will she move on to the next?

I couldn't handle it if I was tossed aside, I wouldn't handle that well. I wouldn't allow it, I just wouldn't.

I never ended up taking her home, after the third round in the car I couldn't let her go. I wanted to smell her and taste her for more than just one night and she was easy to convince. Curling up into me like a little kitten, I took her back to my Santa Monica house and we were so enamored with one another we did it in my driveway and the entryway.

I carried her upstairs despite her protests of being too heavy. It's surprising to me that she doesn't see how devastatingly sexy she is, but maybe she looks at my lean physique and assumes I'm weak, I hope not. I frowned.

We ended the night around six in the morning, after my horrible attempt in recreating espresso martinis after finding out it was her favorite cocktail as well, she made us New York Sours and we slow danced to Lana Del Rey, we kissed a little bit more and then I suggested it was too late to go home.

We were both insatiable but exhausted so I suggested cockwarming, something she has never done, but she slept like a baby when I slipped inside of her, and I held her close not wanting to let her go. I never will.

I ended up waking up at noon, I didn't smell her perfume or her skin and I freaked out. Jumped up despite my massive hangover and called out for her. "Minka? Minka? Minka!"

"Did someone call?" I heard her angelic voice respond in sing-song, I relaxed, my heart stopped racing only to pick up again when she came into my vision.

She strolled in looking fresh as a daisy like she didn't go to sleep this morning, she was in a pair of my sunglasses, my oversized black trench coat and those damn fetish boots. She even had her makeup done, when did she bring her purse? Coffee colored lipstick painted her lips and it looked sensual.

She looked so hot, and in a bad need to be bent over. She took off my sunglasses revealing those unreal violet eyes, the very eyes that took notice that I'm naked. I smirked as I slowly made my way over to her and she bit her pouty bottom lip. "I figured you'd be hung over." She cleared her throat. "I went to Nekters juice bar and got two Pink Flamingos with wheat grass shots, and an almond butter bowl for us to share." Her big doe eyes looked up at me, and imagined them doing that with her on her knees. I sucked on my lip looking at her and took the smoothies, placing them on the table.

I unbuttoned the coat to reveal her in nothing, not even underwear since I ripped her thong to shreds. My pupils were blown as I took in her soft, erotic figure. "You walked around like this? Nothing underneath?"

She licked her lips and I gently grabbed her jaw. "Use your words, chouchou."

She whimpered, she loves it when I talk to her like that. I felt my cock twitch at her submission.

"Yes, I had no clothes so…."

"Bad girl."

My eyes scanned her entirely, wildly. I brushed my nose into her hair smelling a rosemary minty shampoo and rosy sweet perfume. I stopped my eyes from rolling back as gripped her peach shaped ass and gave it a hard spank.

She gasped audibly and I loved her for it. I rested my chin on her shoulder to look over it, watching her ass jiggle as I spanked it over and over, harder and harder.

I felt her Straddle my thigh and I felt her hot and wet. I grinded my thigh into her soaked pussy, hitting her clit. Her amethyst-blue eyes rolled back and she let out sweet, loud, whimpering whines and sloppy incoherent words. "Look at you, such a sweet little slut for me." I cooed in her ear as I kissed her neck. She whined again. "Chouchou, use your words."

"I-uh-Tim-f-fuck s-so good!" Sweet little tears dripped and wept down her adorable round cheeks. "You're so precious, my little baby." She grinded down more on my thigh. "You're a vixen one moment and then my sweet little kitten the next, with your soft body and your pillowy tits and your juicy ass and those eyes. Fuck look up into my eyes baby girl, ma Belle, ma petite ange, mon bébé, mon bijou. Putain, putain, putain!" She screamed her body all flushed on her tanned skin as tears poured freely and she came all over my thigh.

And the best was her amaranth eyes staring wildly and unhinged up into mine.

She was panting and fell weakly against me, I kissed her sweet lips, her mouth tasted like fruit, her skin was unrealistically soft. I pulled us both down to the floor, and spread her legs, inhaling her like a snarling beast, rubbing my nose all over the skin of her stomach smelling like rosewater and milk.

I kissed down her skin and underneath her stomach, I nipped in her inner thighs before biting down in the skin hard enough to leave bite marks and she cried out "Ow! Yes!" I kissed where I bit with tenderness and she stroked my curls, it felt way too wonderful. I didn't want to lose her touch.

I followed the natural sweet and fresh musky scent of her aroused heat, following the scent like a wild dog. I only admired her pussy for a small moment, puffy sweet pussy, raspberry-pink bits called to me like candy. I groaned as I took in her heart shaved public hair that I didn't have time to admire last night when I dove into her like some animal in mating season.

I was about to do the same again, I sucked her completely into my mouth before flickering my tongue and pushing it right in. "Oh my God! Chcę być dla ciebie tak dobry, tak dobry, och, tatusiu! Jestem twój!"

I pushed her so far into pleasure she was screaming in what sounded like Polish. Fuck, she sounds even sexier if possible, her smoldering, scratchy voice speaking God knows what in that alluring Slavic tongue. I pulsed hard and pre cum dripped from the slit on my tip.

I felt so needy for her as I sucked on her sweet folds and treated her clit like hard candy. She smells good absolutely everywhere, and down here it was like a clean scent, the musk so light it was like Egyptian, the kind you bottle and sell. I'd buy up every bottle of her scent for the pure intention of no one else being allowed to smell what's mine.

Yes I have decided she belongs to me, she was mine the moment I saw her, she just really didn't know it yet. I grasped her thighs possessively, as she clamped down around my head, I buried my mouth further in her. I was sloppy as I dined on her like a fine l'entrée of oysters. I slurped with no manners and when she came, I licked her sweet sauce from my fingers as I forced her to watch me. She was flushed and panting with her violet-blue eyed lidded, her thick, long, almost Mink like lashes fluttered like bat wings. I love her. Her full lips were swollen and I saw that I was so eager when kissing her that it was my doing. I moved up and hovered over her, loving how much taller how much bigger I was than the petite stature little nymph beneath me. I pressed a gentle kiss to her pretty lips, gingerly cupping her buxom breasts for my comfort. I imagined them bigger and filled with milk, I nearly whined as I rubbed my weeping cock against her recently dined on pussy, needing to be inside of her again wanting to breed her, make her fat tits full with sweet milk. "Je veux t'élever et te remplir de mon lait pour que ces seins se remplissent du tien."

I want her.

I need her.

I love her.

Minka.

Minka.

Minka.

Minka…

Five letters, two syllables.

Without warning I pushed inside of her, she cried as her body started to stretch around me, it made me dizzy with arousal. When I finally bottomed out I slammed further in extracting a yelp from her gorgeous lips. I took her wrists, they're delicate but not small, my hands are still big enough to pin them over her head.

She looked up at me, beneath me I had Generation Z's answer to Elizabeth Taylor writhing beneath me. She looked so perfect. "I need a picture of you like this, I need you just like this looking more gorgeous than you ever have. Naked and wanton and flushed and primal and all for me."

She looked to be thinking for a moment, her pretty lavender blue eyes could never hide any emotion, it's what makes her such an iconic actress, what makes legendary directors come back from the grave to have her in their film, to be their muse and inspiration. If she were just a girl who works at Krispy Kreme or PetCo, she'd still be someone's inspiration, I'd still steal her from the world.

"I….will it just be for you?" She asked in a small voice.

I laughed. "Mon petite papillon de nuit, I'm far too possessive to ever share you."

She softened and nodded. "Take a picture of me Timothée, take a picture of me with your cock balls deep inside of me and my thoughts turned to mush."

I moaned and leaned forward to kiss her, causing me to rock into her deep. "You're unearthly."

I didn't want to pull out of her, I pulled her with me still in her as I dragged us to the table and grabbed it. She was ready for the camera, her eyes crossed in posing and I took a couple of pictures before tossing my phone away. I kissed her with starvation and slammed into her, my pace fast, the lewd and loud sounds bouncing off the walls in here. My hands had her wrists pinned above her head as our pelvic bones smacked violently together.

What a perfect creature, my little moth Goddess was wrapped around me tighter than a snake and wetter than the rainforest. I had her wings clipped and I'm keeping them forever. I wanted her to feel me everytime she walks and every time she sits down.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

She looked up at me, her cries of passion became louder as mine did. I'm not exactly quiet in the bedroom, especially not when I have such prime, Michelin pussy.

She giggled before full on laughing, her pussy contracts around me and I think I'm gonna die, but I'm just cumming, cumming over and over like I took something. I was still hard and still going and she arched her back off of the floor, moving her body like a Serpent, thrashing against her chains against me. She made obscene, x rated whining sounds. Her breasts jiggle impolitely and she spoke to me in ecstasy in Polish, the naughty starlet knows I don't understand it. "Weź mnie jak zwierzę, pieprz mnie jak dziwkę, jestem twoją dziwką, twoją dzihi jwką!"

..

I slammed into her so hard our bodies kept shifting, moving closer to the hallway, it only made her l louder falling to more hysterical pleasure. "I can't wait–i need, please! Please may I cum?"

I whined and lifted my hits to have her sort of bounce on my cock shift to hit her deep. "You have such sweet manners, how could I ever say no? Cum for me, let yourself go chouchou, surrender yourself to me."

She screamed and cried for me and only me, and in awe and self satisfaction I watched her squirt. I kept thrusting inside her tight, wet warmth watching her body twitch as I filled her up, desiring more than anything that cumflation was a real thing.

She looked mindless and exhausted to the point she would probably fall asleep soon. My hangover was completely gone. I smiled and kissed up her body still inside of her. "Mon ange, I'm going to run you a bath okay?"

She rubbed her eyes. "But you'll have to pull out.' She said in a small voice.

She was going into subspace, I was pleasantly surprised. I'm so elated this was a part of her personality, it'll mean she'll need me. I stroked her cheek and then her hair, she weakly wrapped her arms around me, pressing her breasts to my chest, the sensation was dizzying. I rubbed her back in slow circles, her skin so soft. "I know chouchou, but I need to take care of you, make sure my girl is okay. Was I too rough with you?"

She nuzzled my neck and it was like a green button of euphoria. "I love it rough."

I reached down to feel her and she bit back a wince. I slowly pulled out and she whined, a tear rolled down her cheek. "No, dont!"

"Shh, baby girl." I cupped her face with affection as I looked into those violet eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, it's okay. Let me take care of you." I picked her up and laid her on my bed before wrapping her in my sheets. I stroked her lip with my thumb before kissing her mouth fully. I rubbed my hand down her back to cup her ass and muttered. "T'es la mienne." She sank into me and I reluctantly pulled my mouth away to grab my phone and made some texts to my assistant. I held my girl the whole time and it felt blissfully domestic.

I looked at her, soft face, big doe eyes, makeup a mess, naked…I pulled her into my arms and kissed up her neck, rewarded with sweet candied little moans and her soft hands on me. I sucked over the purple bruises I left up to her delectable mouth.

"Mmm, your lips feel so nice. " She giggled and I grinned. "You feel so nice. Nice doesn't even describe it." I said to her my cock hardened again against her thigh. She let out a breathy sound. I desperately needed her again but she was so sore and probably not as insatiable as I am. But as I softly kissed down to her breasts she spread her legs. I groaned against her nose. "Kitten…" I warned.

"I don't care, I need you again."

"You're sore."

"Maybe I like being sore, maybe I like feeling what you've done to me left behind." She kissed my neck.

I wanted to marry her.

I gripped her hips tight with frustration. "Fuck baby…fine."

She grinned in delight, so fucking cute. She then got up and moved so she was bent over, gripping the headboard and spreading her legs, her plump ass presented like a gift. She was dripping wet again. Fuck. No one I have been with has been like this like me.

I slid into her from behind slowly. We groaned in unison."how are you still so tight?' I asked with a gasp.

"My little secret." She moaned.

My eyes rolled back once I bottomed out, my hands everywhere and I gently guided her neck so she can look back up at me as I slowly fucked her and filled her.

Eventually after our slow fuck session, the doorbell rang. I reluctantly got up and pulled on my sweatpants to answer it. I returned with a 200 count 200mg ibuprofen. The liquid gels were in the target bag, a huge bag of Lush, and clothing bags from a myriad of places as well as an Aveda bag. I didn't want her to leave.

"What's this?" She asked with a smile.

"Stuff for you. Look through them, I'll go make your bath." I took what I needed from the bags and headed into my bathroom.

"Alexa play the Cocteau Twins Pandora" I remembered in an interview that you said you love taking baths to the Cocteau twins and books on audible. I just didn't know what books yet, so the twins will have to do it for now. Let's see what Tyler my assistant picked. I took out the bath oil choices from Lush, pouring in Flower's barrow because that smells all sweet and rosy like my girl. To go with it I threw in a rose jam bubble bar, and then two more because who doesn't love bubbles? Last I dropped the sex bomb, that one besides the snow fairy is her favorite. I turned on the jacuzzi jets of my state of the art tub, and lit the candles. Two candles were from aveda, one was shampure, and the other was rosemary mint which was the smell of her hair. Another candle was red roses by Jo Malone, Cashmere Kush by boy smells, and Burning rose by Byredo. I even put on a diffuser with essential oils from Aveda. I had the bath pillow set up and an array of soaps and scrubs lined up.

"Timothée?"

She stood in the doorway as I told Alexa to turn off the lights. She looked smoldering and dangerous, the little thing she was, in my sheets. I smiled as she looked around in awe and took in the scents. "Oh my God, it smells so good in here, is this for me?"

I was quickly in front of her and removed the sheets from her gorgeous body pulling her close. ''Of course, who else?"

She beamed beautifully. "This is so nice, oh Summerhead is on, I love this song!"

I love how much she loves music, she associates it with moods and feelings. I sighed and she looked up at me in concern. "Are you okay?"

I kissed her. "Just really happy right now, now come on. Get in." I watched her descend into the water like a siren, and I took off my sweatpants and joined her. She had us move so her back was lying against my chest. I wrapped my arms and legs around her. My eyes roamed her body, admiring the bruises I left. I kissed her neck, soft and subtle.

She giggled, feeling ticklish. "I have a photoshoot tomorrow morning. Would you like to come?"

I felt my heart race. "I wouldn't miss it."

She drew patterns on my knee before taking a hand held body brush and lathering it with

Ro's Argan soap, and I loved it because it smells like her. I was supposed to be the one taking care of her but she was taking care of me. She scrubbed me down from head to toe, used a wash cloth to gently wash my groin, and she ended up riding me.

After bath time we felt boneless and far too relaxed and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up she was in one of my shirts, her face fresh from makeup making her look innocent in contrast to her usual screen siren look.

She made me drink the juice she got me and eat the other half of the almond butter bowl, she was right I did feel better.

Minka and I lit the candles in my room and I put on Frank Ocean. She laid in my arms and I rubbed her back beneath her shirt. I was smoking a bowl and felt so good, especially with her here. She drew patterns on my head and read my palm. "You're going to live a very long life, but that's not abnormal with Capricorns."

I chuckled, she's very into astrology and fortune and psychic things, she's so whimsical and refreshing. "Oh really?"

She nodded. "Are Pisces and Capricorns compatible?" I asked her, already knowing her sign.

She smiled. "Not really, but Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor were scorpio and pisces, which are less compatible. "

"They divorced." I said with an ache in my heart.

"But they were the love of one another's life. I think if they both weren't busy with acting they would have been fine."

I felt crestfallen. "We're both actors."

She sat up to look up at me. "Yeah but you're not planning on marrying me." Before I could vehemently respond otherwise, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and smiled. My jealousy got the best of me and I spoke before thinking. "Who is it?"

To my shock she answered me, so sweet and obedient. "Hayden."

I felt rage course through me but my voice remained calm. "Christensen?" He has acted with her as a love interest in a couple of films, like Polanski's first breakout film in years, Possession. He's hot and older and everyone knows they're friends and that Hayden has been hinting to want more.

I balled my fist so tight my nails bit into my palms. I couldn't breathe. Then her phone was ringing. "Timothée, I'll be right back, I need to take this."

I almost yelled no, but she doesn't know she's mine yet. I'll let her answer the phone call, but once she's done she'll know she's mine.

@meetmyothersouls @sufferingstarlight

[zombieboysintown]

So I thought of more faunlet subtypes I'm not done with the stuff it needs aswell

Men Fatale faunlets

Men Fatale faunlets are the boy version of femme Fatale coquettes

The personality of Men Fatale faunlets: they are clever but seductive individuals they're giving daddy vibes while having an innocent face.

Colors schemes: Red, black,white, blue

Fabric:silk and leather

Shoes: Dress shoes, and doc martens

Hair accessories: loose hair that's it lol

Must have outfits: suit,tie, fur coat,dickies pants,and trench coat

Second is trailer trash faunlets

Trailer trash faunlets are inspired by trailer trash aesthetics

The personality of trailer trash faunlets: They are goofy and annoying individuals they are basically the little brother you wished you never had

Color schemes: any color really

Fabric: cotton,and Jean type fabric

Shoes: Barefeet,cowboy boots

Hair accessories: hats

Must have outfits: blue jeans,suspenders, muscle shirts,plain shirt,flannel shirts,brown work pants

Third is 70s faunlets

70s faunlets are inspired by the 70s Era

The personality of 70s faunlets: They are laid back and chill individuals they always want what's best for them and the world and fight for what's right

Color schemes: Red,Sunflower yellow,dark purple,orange

Fabric: Velvet,cotton

Shoes: Platforms,converse

Hair accessories: Headbands,rubber bands

Must have outfits: bell bottoms, fringe jacket, button up shirts, stripped shirts, jeans, velvet brown pants,band tees

Ok yall that's all that I have for today hoped yall liked and put down in the comments some more ideas thank yall🤗

[boundsoflace]

[mellifiedfemme]

yesterday i painted the nails of a couple of girls at camp and it reminded me of what a lot of og coquettes and faunlets agree on how reclaiming ones girlhood =/= hyper femininity. bc like these girls (from 4 to 7) dont rlly care about manicure, they just want pretty colors, they will choose clashing and campy colors, neon pinks and glittery golds and perlesent pinkish purples and orangy reds bc they dont care if they look good together they just want to have colors they like and thats that, and then they stand up and run and play and eat literally who the fuck cares!!!! good for them

[temperancemoon]

[darkdoelette]

Mowing the pool

[valiantthewriter]

All Things For You

Part 2. Can be found on AO3

Part 1

Content Warning: Kink Negotiation, Daddy Kink, Verbal Degradation, Bratty Peter

Excitement couldn’t begin to describe the elation Tony felt after receiving a text from Peter on the Thursday after their dinner. That dinner, the way Peter talked to him, the dim lighting in the room making Peter glow, Tony was enchanted, bewitched, and irrevocably smitten. He couldn't help but ruminate on the evening, on everything, really. It was true that Tony was a powerful man. Tony lived at the top of the world, everything at his disposal, be it people or things, but he couldn't seem to possess Peter. He had been waiting all week to hear from the confident, beautiful, sassy boy, whether it was an order or a question or a sweet word. Tony wanted anything and everything from him.

Did you deposit my allowance, Daddy? I want to buy a new outfit for when I see you.

Tony grinned like an idiot at his phone and quickly began typing back.

I did, angel, just as you asked.

Good job <3

What’s your favorite color?

The fact that Peter cared enough to ask filled him with joy and those damn butterflies again. He supposes he should be grateful, after all he was an old man now and this pretty young thing brought him back to life. It’s not like he was ever alone, after all he was surrounded by people every day, be it at the office or at a party of some kind. Though he was never really alone, he was lonely; and then along came Peter.

Red, any shade. I’m also a fan of gold.

Why?

One, because I asked. Two, I’m trying to find a suitable outfit for our date. Does Saturday at 11 work? I want brunch.

Tony could do brunch. He knew the perfect place in the Upper East Side that had amazing french toast and the best mimosas. It had a french country aesthetic and it was just a charming little place owned by a woman from Paris. Tony liked it so much he had his own table reserved for him at all times on the patio, it was a peaceful place away from all the paparazzi and fans.

I’d love to see you then, sweetheart. I know the perfect place to get brunch, so leave that to me. Do you want me to pick you up?

Tony held his breath as he watched the three little dots keep going. What all was Peter typing out?

You can come pick me up. Be here around 10 so we can get to brunch on time. I want you to have a list of terms. Things you will agree to do, be it financially or sexually, and what you expect of me. I’ll have mine, too. I don’t want you in over your head.

He sucked in a breath, heart swelling at the last sentence. Peter cared, he had to in some capacity. Tony could feel his blood pulsing through his veins.

I’ll make sure to have something put together.

Good Daddy. I expect you to wear something nice for me. Don’t text me for the rest of the week and focus on your list. XOXO

Tony’s hands started to shake with nerves- or was it excitement? He wanted to text Peter and talk to him, but he had his orders.

Orders…

Tony was normally the one giving commands, not following them. It felt kind of liberating in a strange way. These were things to think about another day, right now he had to work on that list and in spite of being a genius he had no clue where to start.

-

He was outside Peter's building at exactly 10 o'clock and he had been waiting on him for 5 minutes now. Tony's palms began to sweat as he waiting, anticipation building higher and higher still. He did as Peter asked and dressed up some, wearing a black graphic t-shirt saying “Han Shot First” in red writing and a charcoal gray blazer and matching pants. Tony couldn't change his style completely after all.

Peter walked out of the building at exactly 10:10, strutting his way to Tony's car. The boy looked ravishing again, wearing a simple pair of red skinny jeans (so tight, so perfect) and a white shirt with the Gucci insignia on it. The look was complete with what looked to be a gold Audemars Piguet watch. Clearly, Peter had expensive taste and Tony could definitely work with that. He’d step it up a notch and get Peter a watch covered in diamonds.

The older man stepped out of the driver's seat to open Peter's door, heart skipping a beat as the boy kissed his cheek as a greeting. His cheek was left sticky from lip gloss and up this close he could see a golden sheen on Peter's face that he couldn't decide on whether it was makeup or the boy's natural glow.

“Hi, Daddy. How are you?” Peter asked, somehow making getting in a car a graceful movement. Abnormal levels of grace must be a superpower Peter possessed.

“I'm great now that you're here,” Tony confessed, smiling down at Peter and memorizing his face. Peter smirked up at him.

“Get in the car, weirdo.”

-

Peter took in the little restaurant with a small smile, his gaze traveling from the soft, blue walls to the rustic furniture, and the lovely paintings of the countryside. That small smile felt like a triumph for Tony.

“Hello, Mr. Stark. I have your table ready,” the hostess said, guiding both of them to a table on the patio. It was a lovely August day, a perfect mesh of summer sunshine with a cool breeze. Tony couldn't hope for better. “I'll have the kitchen press the juice for your drinks. The usual mimosas, correct?”

“Please, Mimi. Ask the server to bring out some pastries as well-”

“No pastries, please. Some fresh fruit instead,” Peter interrupted, smiling as Mimi looked between him and Tony, clearly taken aback.

A tingling sensation ran from the top of Tony's spine down to his feet. “As he says. He's the boss,” Tony said with a chuckle, finding it to be too true. How did he feel about that? Well, it was feeling good so far.

Once the hostess left, Peter turned to Tony. “Good job recognizing who is in charge here. Your money is my money and I'll spend it on what I want,” Peter said with a bratty tone, “I'm the prince and you're my bank account. Got it?”

“Loud and clear, prince,” Tony said, voice breathy and eyes wide.

“Good. Now about these terms- thank you,” Peter said with a smile to the server that brought the fruit, looking so innocent and sweet. Seeing both sides of the same coin just made that bratty, snooty behavior all the more appealing. Peter looked like a butterfly but had the bite of a cobra.

“As I was about to say,” he began, popping a berry into his mouth, “First thing, no sweets around me because I'm on a diet. Second, what do you want out of this? I know you're new, but what do you like so far?”

The question took him aback. He thought about this, made a list, but speaking up now seemed like a challenge, like his lips are sewn shut.

Peter sighed, reach across the table to hold one of Tony's hands, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You can talk to me, you know? The brat thing is a service. I'm still a real person just as you are,” Peter said, voice quiet and expression soft. The change in attitude took Tony aback as he witnessed the hidden sweetness in the boy across from him.

“Thank you...I think I want you to keep on being spoiled. I like spoiling you. I like you calling the shots. It's...it's different, so different from how my life usually is and the role I have to play,” Tony began, looking at Peter for approval. He got a nod indicating that he should continue. “I want you to demand things of me. I want you to keep treating me how you have been.”

“Good attitude, Tony. Just remember this is not a romantic arrangement. This is a business transaction between us. I give you what you want and you give me what I want. Reciprocity. Remember what I said before, about the monetary requirements?” Peter asked and Tony nodded, “Are those truly something you agree to? I'm not the type to take advantage, I'm really not. I can and will work within your terms. What is the maximum amount you're willing to spend for me?”

The answer was so easy for him. “Yes,” Tony replied, “I want this arrangement and there is no limit. I'm a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist after all.”

Peter bit his lip and sized Tony up, head tilted to the side. Tony sat up a little straighter, waiting for Peter's judgement to be decreed.

“Ok, I can work with that. It seems you like level of verbal degradation. How far do you want me to go with that? Do you want me to keep calling you ‘Daddy’? Do you want me to call you slutty or a worm? I can be a real bully if you want me to,” Peter said, giving Tony's hand another squeeze before pulling away to eat more berries.

Tony was about to respond when they were interrupted by their server who brought them their mimosas.

“What can I get you gentlemen today?” she asked, taking out her pen and paper.

“Uh….” was Tony's clever response. He forgot to look at the damn menu.

“He’ll have the eggs florentine and I'll take some type of egg white omelet with vegetables in it. Surprise me,” Peter said for both of them, smiling that sweet smile at their server, who all but cooed over the faunlet, hurrying away to put in their order.

No one had ordered food for Tony since his mother was alive. It made him feel cared for, it made him feel something nameless that swelled in his chest, expanding his rib cage and emptying his lungs.

“So,” Peter started, sipping on his mimosa, “we were going to talk degradation limits. How far do you want me to take it?”

“Well, I know I like the Daddy thing and I'm definitely not a worm. Let's just...keep it Daddy for now, prince,” Tony answered, sipping at his mimosa as well. The champagne did nothing to get rid of the dryness that took over his mouth.

“About sex now. I'm up for it if you are. You have that sexy silver fox vibe that I'm into, it's why I called you Daddy in the first place. So, do you want to touch me, Daddy?” Peter asked, lashes fluttering and a devious grin on his face. Very unfair and sexy of the boy.

“I definitely want to touch you, baby boy. I have some rules for that-”

“Me first. Remember it is always me first in our upcoming arrangement,” Peter reminded, setting his glass down to nibble on more berries. The fruit was staining his pink little tongue all bright red. “I plan on getting tested soon.If you pass an STD test, I am open to oral sex without a condom, being eaten out, anal sex with toys and with you as long as you wear a condom. No fisting, no biting, no attitude. We won’t sleep with anyone outside our arrangement, but don't worry, I'll be more than enough to satisfy you. Got it?”

Those rules seemed reasonable enough.

“I can follow along with that. I don't bottom for sex, at all. I top only. That good with you?” the older man asked, setting his glass down to pop a berry in his mouth. He sure hoped the boy would be good with that.

“Sounds good to me. I prefer bottoming anyways. Do you have any limits I should be aware of?” Peter asked, all business but the embodiment of pure pleasure, of milk and honey and venom.

They were interrupted once more by their server arriving with their plates and fresh mimosas. “Bon appetit,” she said, smiling at the couple before leaving them to enjoy their food.

Tony watched as Peter began to dig in. He was really cute when he ate and he ate with gusto. Peter might be a delectable and sensual being but he still had the appetite of a young man, whether he would admit it or not. That egg white omelet must be good because it was almost gone.

“Limits, huh?” Tony said thoughtfully, taking a bite of his food as he turned the idea over in his mind. Two things came to mind immediately: One, a grown man should be able to rattle off their limits with ease. Two, Peter made a great choice with the food. “My limits are similar to yours. I'd like to add no leaving marks where they can be seen and no disclosing our arrangement to anyone. That good for now?”

“It is. Now for the fun part. Tell me what you like, Daddy? What do you want this little prince to do with you?” Peter asked in a teasing voice, picking up his glass and licking it in a blatantly sexual manner from the where the stem met the glass to the rim, berry stained tongue licking over the glass like it was a cock before taking a sip of his drink. Yeah, Tony was in over his head but at least a strong swimmer. Tony gulped, eyes trained on Peter's mouth.

“I definitely want to see those lips wrapped around my cock,” Tony said, taking another bite of food before noticing Peter's disapproving look. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

Peter scoffed, downing the rest of his drink. “Remember who you're talking to. This is about me. All of this,” Peter gestures between them, “is about my pleasure. Try again.”

Tony looked anywhere but at Peter, feeling truly dressed down by a boy. How did he wind up in this position?

“I'm sorry, prince. I would like to see your lips wrapped around my cock if…” Tony paused, glancing up at Peter to see if he was on the right track, breath catching when Peter waved for him to continue, “if it pleases you.”

“Good answer. Eat your food and I'll tell you what I want you to do,” Peter said, once more sounding like it was an order and not a choice, “I want to suck on your fat cock, Daddy, I really do. I wanna choke on it and drool all over it. But here's the catch- you'll be wearing a cock ring and you don't get to come until I say so. You'll fuck both my mouth and my hole and you get to come after me if you're lucky. Sound good?”

Well, when Peter put it that way…

“Sounds great.” It sounded perfect.

[re-lmayer]

i’ve been advised to make my own post and that makes sense so it’s what i’ll do! here you can see my room mate’s post regarding this (this is a link to her post, but tumblr doesn’t make it as obvious), but the gist is it seems we’re not sure how we’re going to pay rent next month, and if we get that covered we’re not sure how to pay feb’s rent

my room mate has a tech aversion and paranoia, so there’s not a paypal link or anything in her post, but she does offer commissions services and i’m sure she could get a link to ppl if you want to hire her for written work editing, fic writing, latin/greek tutoring or editing (she was a teacher for this! she has a degree in this!.) she can also crochet cute hats and scarves, so if you shoot her a message she should be able to get you some options for yarn colors! 

as for me, i too have some services to offer, quoted from my reblog of her post:

i can also edit written works. moving to ao3 and need a cheap beta? i gotchu fam

write things altho i’m in more niche fandoms but i’m willing to try anything i’m familiar with? i can do poetry and fiction and i’m also down to try original works

i code tumblr themes (note: tumblr is NOT removing custom themes, that post is misinformation) but also i can code for any website, even original ones. a lot of ppl have been jumping ship for dreamwidth and i can code for that too, or friendproject, or gaia, or myanimelist…. basically if it allows a custom layout using css i can make one for you. my dreamwidth is herefor an example of that, and i have a personal domain if you’d like to check out my skills

this is really niche but maybe pixel recolors? (not ppl’s artwork but like, if you need lil’ link buttons from a sozai site you like but don’t like the color? i can do that)

any donations, or taking either of us on for commissions would help immensely! we live in colorado, and the cold has already been fairly harsh (it snowed in october and i lost my hamsters to it, for example) and i don’t think any of us could survive temperatures in the teens. this would be helping out lgbt ppl (scar’s partner is trans and she is nonbinary and they are lesbians, while i’m bi) and disabled ppl (scar and i are mentally ill and autistic and my mom has copd - she’s on oxygen) and all of our cats!

my paypal is faunlet (at) live (dot) com for donations, please message me if you’d like any of my services, and please message scar if you’d like any of hers! reblogs and boosts also help immensely! thanks a bunch for reading i hope you have a good day!

[zombieboysintown]

So I thought of a couple of alt faunlet subtypes that I'll be putting it in the making. As well as posting its inspos ofc I'm not completely done with its other stuff it needs so this is what I thought of so far

Fallen angel faunlet

Think of this aesthetic as a vibe of fallen angels you hear from the Bible (mainly Satan) also inspirations from Victorian times and modern times.

The personality of fallen angel faunlets:

They are mysterious but sneaky bunch but are also misunderstood by nature these faunlets are the type that people know that there's something off about them but they're aura is alluring.

Color schemes: black,grey,dark blue,and gold

Fabric: silk,lace,and cotton

Shoes: doc martens loafers, combat boots, bare feet,and converse

Hair accessories: Dark colored hair clips and rubber bands (if you have long hair)

Makeup colors: nude,and dark

Must have outfits: crop tops, Victorian shirts, cargo pants, lace tops, and suspenders

Second is hello kitty faunlets

Of course this aesthetic is inspired by hello kitty and her characters

The personality of hello kitty faunlets:

They are very sweet but naive individuals but also live life to the fullest and don't let nothing stop them also a very good friend to have so when you need help they are there to help you with anything.

Color scheme: pink,white,and red

Fabric: cotton

Shoes: vans,converse, combat boots, and saddle shoes

Hair accessories: bandanas, hair clips, and scrunchies

Makeup colors, bright and colorful

Must have outfits: pink Sweaters, crop tops, shorts, and baggy pants

Third is punk faunlets

Punk faunlets is obviously inspired by punk culture

The personality of punk faunlets:

They are rowdy and loud individuals they have they're own mind and won't change it for anybody and also love causing trouble but are fun to hang around with

Color scheme: bold colors

Fabric: cotton

Shoes: doc martens, converse, platforms,and knee high shoes

Hair accessories: bandanas, hair gel, and dye

Makeup colors: Dark, nude

Must have outfits: leather jackets, muscle shirts, Tartan pants, and band tees

Ok guys this is what all I got yall can add more inspos by commenting 😁😊 it will help alot