see claire this is not a social experiment

Akira is such a supportive bf and I want to hold his hand and go on dates with him and hang out afternoons into evenings playing video games and listening to all the Latest Tunes with him and Futaba and go to see movies together and stuff T^T I like imagining hanging with all the Phantom Thieves but Akira and Futaba’s sibling dynamic is /my shit/ and Futaba and I both struggle with social anxiety and a lot of other similar Bad Feelings™ (even if they stem from different experiences) but I want to be best friends with her and date her adopted onii-san who loves and cherishes us both and we all hang out until we crash on Akira’s bed with Morgana snickering at us before he, too, curls up with us to top off the snuggle pile

anonymous asked:

We never get to see the first time Claire teaches Jamie that you can indeed do it the back way, like horses. How does he react when he experiences that for the very first time?

Finally. FINALLY. Dinner was over. It was finally socially acceptable to excuse himself from the table and follow his wife to their room.

One day.

One day since last he’d had her.

How could his balls ache this much after only one day?

No matter. She was there and waiting for him and he wouldn’t have to wait anymore. She was his for the taking.

And take her he would.

He nearly burst through the door, hands already unbuttoning his vest. She pulled a comb through her hair and glanced up at him.

“Finally got out?” she asked with a smile.

“God, that woman never stops talking! I thought she’d never let me leave!”

“And you’re just too sweet to tell her to shut up.”

“Aye. I canna be so rude.”

“Well,” she yawned. “I’m glad you finally got away.”

He dropped his sword belt and looked at her, pulling angrily at his boots.

“Ye canna be going to sleep so soon, Sassenach?”

“And why not? I’m exhausted. It’s been a busy day.”

“I must have ye,” he pleaded. “Now.”

“Oh alright.”

Grabbing her hands, he pulled her to him, her shawl dropping behind her. He sought her breasts through her shift, moving her slowly toward the bed. Her hands moved to his hair, tangling in it and pulling it.

He pulled away quickly, tugging at the ties on his shirt. As he pulled it off, she wrenched at the belt holding his kilt on and it fell away, freeing him. He turned and pushed her down onto the bed. Just before he joined her, she surprised him and rolled onto her stomach.


“Do you recall our wedding night?”

Recall it? He dreamed of it almost every night.

“Ah, aye. I do.”

“You remember how I turned to face you? And later you told me that you thought people did it the same way as horses?”

“Aye. I do. But ye taught me the right way o’ things.”

She was right there for the taking! Why all this talking?

“Well… You know, it’s possible to do it the back way. Like horses.”


Slowly, she pulled her knees underneath her and was on all fours on the bed. The sight of her in that position stopped his breath for a moment. Her sweet, round arse high in the air.

“Ye… Ye can?”

She nodded and smiled, wiggling her backside a little.

“You can. Just… Ah… Be sure where you’re putting it.”

“Aye, I will.”

Hands on her round buttocks, he slid slowly into her. She moved herself around until she was more comfortable.

“Are ye alright?”

“Yes…” she said dreamily.

“I’m no’ hurting ye?”


Nodding to himself, he pulled back and pushed forward. Back and forward. Back and forward.

Something primal took him over then and he leaned over her back, pressing her down onto the bed harder. His hips were jerking and slamming madly against her, making her whimper and cry out.

Utterly spent, he lay against her for a few moments until he could breathe properly again.

“Christ, Sassenach. I didna ken ye could do that.”

“There’s all sorts of ways to do it,” she said, sliding out from under him. “I thought you might like that one, since you seem so fond of my buttocks.”

“Will ye tell me more? More ways that I can please ye, mo nighean donn?”

Nodding, she slipped beneath the quilts and curled into him.

“Yes. I can teach you more. Perhaps tomorrow.”