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about me !
➥ pronouns - she / her / hers
➥ alternative / goth

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madhelest WIP progress!! i post (almost) regular updates on my twitter!! @fishbonehairpin :))
Cockwarming Ernest on his lap as the 3rd person makes out with the cock warmer and Ernest gets turned on by it but they will not let him cum as punishment. Fuckass trouple obi
the cockwarming tag strikes again!
the thing is it’s a little troublesome finding out who goes where, is madeline the one warming? is it helen? it’s a bit of a head scratcher but once i figure it out trust me, it will be done!
omg I started reading some of your fics today and holy crap your writing is amazing 🤩
aw shucks, thank you so much!!
three new drops!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86141791 madhel (dom!mad)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86036051 company (harry/sarah)!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/84517491 madhelest!

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your dom!hel dom!ernest × sub!mad fics are delicious please write more of those!! my request is maddie being punished by both of them
i actually have some in the works now along those lines!! thank you so much for reading. :)
chapter three: ‘just what the doctor ordered’
madhelest — dom!ernest x dom!helen x sub!madeline
ao3 link here!
Ernest carefully prodded around Helen’s midsection, blue nitrile gloves pressing to the inside of the cleaned and hollowed-out cavity. A small flexible tube was gently disconnected from where her esophagus met the entrance to her stomach. The doctor carefully placed the pipe work down on a metal tray along with the screws that held it in place.
Helen sighed. While Ernest worked, she held a book up to her nose, glasses perched as she read from page to page. This had become a new routine for their ragtag family: monthly, Helen would have her entire abdomen cleaned out, the plumbing system allowing her to enjoy food again, and she would be taken in for a nice scrub. “You’re doing great.”
His work station was surprisingly clean as of now, she sat propped on an exam table made of metal, the material cool through her sweatpants. Her shirt was neatly folded next to her, so she was covered with an old stained bra for modesty along with a blanket to cover herself if she ever became uncomfortable.
The author glanced down to watch him work, dragging a soft rag and cleaning bits of cleaning fluid away from the scar tissue, she shuddered at the sensation and goosebumps lined her arms.
”The pasta sauce you make is a little too acidic, it’s corroding the lining..” The doctor half murmured, mostly just talking to himself. Nonetheless, Helen hummed in agreement and made a mental note to cut back on the tomato.
With steady hands the last of her makeshift digestive apparatus was removed and placed aside for further cleaning, he carefully sealed off what remained of her abdomen with a clean plastic barrier to prevent any fluid from leaking.
His gloved fingers tenderly felt around the cavity for anything out of the ordinary. It was strange, intimate, even familiar. Helen set the book down and pushed up Ernest’s glasses from where they went askew, he smiled into her touch.
Helen lifted his head up gently, pressing a kiss to his messy cropped hair, smelling the cologne he wore even when they had started dating. Despite the trouble he put her through—institutionalized, shot, and immortalized—she was fond of him dearly.
“All good up here.” Ernest carefully backtracked and pulled his hand out, wiping it clean on his towel situated in his lap.
“Are we now?”
Both of them jumped at the third voice, Ernest could see through Helen’s hole that Madeline was standing behind them, arms crossed over her chest, or her foot tap-tap-tapped on the floor.
“I thought we would do our exams together now, Hel.” Madeline‘s bottom lip stuck out in a pout, and she huffed, stepping farther into the cool room.
“I know, but I felt a leak and it turns out I needed to change my.. pipes.” Helen still felt a little weird saying that.
Madeline raised her eyebrow, clearly not amused. Ernest stood from his rolling chair, brushing invisible lint off of his khaki pants and smock. “You didn’t tell me first! You instead told Ernie.” She harrumphed. Ernest looked confused at the strays being caught by his name.
“Just say you hate me, Helen! I’m too old to be invited anywhere anymore.” Her long nails flew in the air as her arms flailed around dramatically. “What did I do?—“ Ernest asked, eventually ignored. Madeline’s theatrics almost caused a crack in Helen’s calm demeanor, and Ernest coughed to avoid laughter. “Maddie, calm down..”
“Oh, you think this is funny? Well—“
“Darling, do you want to join us?” Ernest's voice was soft, Helen smiled over her shoulder, all warm and inviting. The blonde was stunned into silence momentarily, but Madeline’s pout almost immediately faded away, she practically skipped over to crash into both of them.
Madeline assaulted Helen’s face with kisses at first, mumbling ‘I miss you’ under her breath as her lips trailed towards Helen's, eventually meeting in a sweet kiss. “So needy today, huh?” Helen smirked. “I was alone this morning when you went to the store“
“I was here—“ Ernest mumbled. remembering how his wife begged to be held by him after breakfast claiming ‘Helen was going to leave for good this time.’ In reality, they were all craving some fresh bread for dinner and she ran to Trader Joe’s for a quick pick-up.
“Oh, my Helly, I missed you.”
Ernest scooted the chair back over, widening his legs so Madeline could fit snugly between them and perch comfortably on his right thigh. Helen peered down at them with nothing but admiration in her gaze.
Returning to the task at hand best he could with a squirming Madeline in his lap, Ernest’s hand climbed higher in her abdomen, eventually reaching her remaining ribs (some blown to smithereens by the shotgun shell had to be removed painstakingly) and the bottom of her lungs. Helen took a deep breath, feeling his fingers trace the outline of her air supply, he made sure there was no internal damage.
Madeline was captivated by this process, her eyes following every small movement of the exam. Helen grabbed one of Madeline’s hands and brought it to rest on her thigh, thumb tracing soothing circles over the velvet skin.
Then, his hand traveled up into the right, half of his forearm now inside of Helen’s cavity as he caressed her heart. Despite it no longer beating, he could imagine the gentle pulse of the organ as he gently squeezed it.
Helen gasped as he did so, it was a blur between a pleasurable sensation and one that caused a dull ache in her chest. Nonetheless, she loved it. Madeline stared up at Helen with an apologetic look, Helen took her face in her hands.
“It’s okay. You’re forgiven, bunny.” Her thumb softly swiped up the skin of Madeline’s cheek, noticing the faint glittery highlighter that adorned her cheekbones. The blonde looked doubtful for a second.
Ernest gingerly removed his hand, then turned to remove the blue medical-grade gloves. “Do you want to see?” Helen‘s voice was soft, inviting Madeline to look. Madeline hesitated before nodding her head, Ernest scooted the chair forward to bring themselves closer to the table.
Bracing her hands on Helen‘s hips, Madeline craned her neck to gaze at the inside of Helen‘s abdomen, noting fleshy pink and purple undertones in her skin. Madeline hummed in awe, watching the rise and fall of Helen’s lungs with each breath (that she didn’t truly need.)
The first time both Madeline and Ernest saw Helen this exposed, she felt uncomfortable, worrying they would see her differently. Now she felt taken care of, the way both of them would hold her reverently like she was something to be adored, she was adored by them.
“Do you want to be checked up on too?” Helen cupped Madeline’s jaw, rubbing her thumb against perfectly pink lips.
After a minute of silence, Madeline pulled her head back to allow Helen to scoot over on the table so that Madeline could climb up herself, it was her turn to be examined.
“Will you be good for Doctor Menville?” Helen smiled proudly, almost like she was presenting her plaything to Ernest. Madeline nodded. Ernest stood and donned a new pair of gloves, now hovering over Madeline while Helen’s hands gathered Madeline’s blonde curls away from her neck.
Madeline’s greatest injury was her neck, being held in place by multiple screws and pins, the rest of her body suffered the same after her fall down the stairs, with multiple limbs being able to be detached and reattached. They sometimes came loose with extra extraneous activity or rusted with water damage.
The doctor reached over to a side table holding various different cleaners and paint removers, selecting rubbing alcohol and a few Q-tips before turning back and slowly peeling away the latex covering that shielded the metal screw screws from view.
After the screws were revealed from her neck, he carefully ran his fingers over all of them. He noted which ones were loose and which ones that needed to be loosened to allow her to move. Ernest reached into his apron pocket and selected a small flathead screwdriver and began tightening each screw that lined her vertebrae.
“Let us know if it hurts.” Helen kissed Madeline’s temple. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant sensation of metal driving into her bones.
It was something about the way they were both fussing over her, Helen stroking her hair and whispering little bits of encouragement in her ear while Ernest tended to her body, gently making her fall into a sort of trance. She felt safe.
The screws holding her body together tightened slowly, the sensation causing her eyes to flutter shut.
“More.” She whispered quietly as Ernest hit a spot particularly good. He hesitated before twisting the tool again, Madeline groaned softly.
It felt so good, almost a deep ache that resided in her bones, a zap of something hot gathering in her core.
It took about ten minutes of carefully tightening each screw, and replacing three towards the back of her neck which helped to give the most support. “Can you move your neck for me, darling?” Ernest asked of her, Madeline opened her eyes, and slowly tilted her head from side to side, forward and back.
“Good, good.” He muttered to himself, “What about your wrists?” Ernest caressed the soft skin before taking one of her arms and repeating the process of checking her joints there too.
“A little more.” Madeline’s voice was breathy. Ernest did as she asked.
Ernest repeated his instructions and Madeline followed as she was asked to, letting her joints be adjusted, and pointing out which ones needed to be looser to allow a fuller range of movement. “Good job.” Ernest praised her, then kissed each spot he tightened.
He did this for all the major break areas, including her neck, her lower back, both arms, and her left leg. Each time when she followed his instructions, he’d pat her leg and reward her with his words and a kiss.
Madeleine flushed under his praise, attempting to hide her face in the crook of Helen’s shoulder. Helen smiled into her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “You’re following instructions so well today.” Her voice wasn’t patronizing, her tone instead was honey sweet.
“Really?” Madeline mumbled into the skin of Helen’s shoulder, and the author could feel her smiling. “Yes, you are.” Helen gently tilted her chin up to kiss her, short and sweet. “You deserve a treat.” Helen made eye contact with Ernest, who smirked.
“One more thing for me baby, then you can go.” Ernest brought Madeline‘s attention back to him briefly. “Open, please.” his glove hand, gently cut her jaw feeling for the two screws that held it in place on either side below her ears.
She opened her mouth, allowing the pointer and middle finger of Ernest's hands to enter the space and feel around on the inside of her jaw while his other hand held her steady.
Helen’s hand slipped lower, settling between Madeline’s legs and resting on her clothed pussy. She pressed firmly down into her center, causing Madeline to groan and try to shut her mouth.
Helen swallowed, her mouth now dry as she watched closely as Madeline’s lips started to close. “Don’t bite, keep open.” Ernest's bedside manner was calm, almost a whisper against her cheek as he felt around the inside of her mouth.
His fingers pressed a little too hard on Madeline‘s tongue, causing her to gag involuntarily, and she ended up choking around his fingers. Ernest held them there. Then, Helen’s fingers started a slow, torturing rhythm of stroking her, her own wetness starting to soak her underwear.
Tears pricked in the blonde’s eyes as she held his gaze, teeth eventually letting go, and instead her lips wrapped around his fingers while her tongue swirled around the inside of her mouth.
She sucked on the digits, the plastic feeling of the latex invading her taste buds. Eventually, Madeline let his finger slide from her mouth.
“Good girl, Maddie,” Helen mumbled, petting her hair. She let out a soft sound, beginning to melt like putty beneath both their heated gaze. Madeline canted her hips into Helen’s touch, silently begging for more.
Ernest took the two glistening fingers and pressed them back into her mouth, Madeline immediately began to suckle on them. A small amount of drool began to form around the corners of her lips, she was enthusiastic about it.
Helen and Ernest marveled at the sight, Helen gripped the back of Madeline’s head with one hand to guide her while the other worked between her legs, Ernest stood closer in between her, already feeling himself stiffen below the belt.
“Is this part of the exam?” Helen jokingly asked, voice lowered an octave. Ernest chuckled and nodded. “It can be, I want to examine every inch of our beautiful girl.”
Madeline whined, the sound muffled and wet behind his fingers. “Someone’s eager.” Helen cocked her head, hand tightening on Madeline’s hair to guide her up and down along Ernest’s hand.
The blondes' eyes fluttered shut, lost in the rhythm. Helen’s hands wandered from her hair down her chest eventually to the pink tracksuit she wore, tugging the zipper down painfully slowly.
Ernest removed his fingers, wiping Madeline's spit off on his own shirt, before kissing her soundly on the lips. At the same time, Helen pushed off Madeline‘s jacket to reveal a comfortable cotton sports bra, which also joined the pile of growing laundry on the floor.
Helen shifted to the front of the table, grabbing Madeline’s shoulders and reclining her back, so her head rested on Helen’s thigh. Ernest broke away from the kiss, inhaling sharply before going back down to trace his tongue along the seam of her lips which promptly fell open to welcome the invasion.
Helen removed her bra, tossing it aside, Madeline immediately tried grabbing Helen’s tit. “So precious,” Helen whispered, hand traveling down Madeline’s exposed torso and cupping one of her breasts firmly until the pale pink nipple hardened in its wake.
Ernest sloppily made out with his wife, eventually breaking away once more to kiss down the column of her throat and suck on her would-have-been pulse point. “Ernie—“ Helen tutted disapprovingly.
“Is that any way you speak to Doctor Menville, baby?” Helen pinched her harder, and Madeline choked on her words. “Mmmno ma’am.” She managed to whimper.
Helen relaxed her grip, going back to caressing the smooth skin of Madeline’s upper torso. Ernest on the other hand, had traveled lower. He came face to face with the drawstring of her lounging pants before shimmying them down her legs.
Madeline’s pretty lace panties came into view, the gusset already a shade darker than the rest of the bay blue material. “Up we go.” Helen nudged the blonde until she sat up between her spread legs, back resting against what was left of Helen’s abdomen.
“Look how good you’re being for Doctor Menville.” Helen praised, turning Madeline’s head to the side and offering her nipple to suck. The blonde greedily attached herself to Helen’s ample chest, the obscenity of the sounds produced made Helen shut her eyes in bliss.
“Can I take these off?” Ernest’s thumbs rested on her hips, rubbing soothing circles onto the bone. Madeline detached herself from Helen momentarily, “Yes please, Ern—Doctor Menville.”
With his newfound permission, Ernest pulled down Madeline’s panties and placed them on the pile of growing clothes, he himself was still fully clothed in his work attire judging by how wet Madeline was at the sight.
“Look at you,” His gloved finger spread her dripping folds, the wetness that accumulated making a squelching sound against the latex gloves.
He flicked her clit around gently, the little bundle pink and glistening and already begging for attention. Then with a steady hand, he inserted one of his gloved fingers into her pussy.
“That’s it. Just stay still, let the doctor do his job.” Helen whispered. Madeline’s eyelashes fluttered, struggling to stay open. Helen decided to join in on the mix now, reaching her arm down the blonde's body and firmly drawing tight little circles on her twitching clit.
“Oh—oh fuck.” Madeline whispered, curling farther into Helen’s front, sucking Helen’s nipple back into her mouth. The blonde would forever be wrapped up in her lover if she could.
Once Ernest felt Madeline’s internal walls relax, he slowly moved his fingers in and out slowly, drawing a long moan from the blonde muffled by Helen’s breast. His wife’s hips twitched, rolling into his ministrations as Helen continued to help her get off.
”You feel so good, so tight.” Ernest smiled, Madeline had the nerve to look bashful.
“Our sweet girl.” Helen cooed offering Madeline more of her breast to suck on, Madeline stuffed her mouth full with the soft skin and bit down on a dark nipple, then soothed it with her lips.
Ernest then inserted a second finger, the stretch delightful and what she craved. Madeline’s head dropped into Helen’s body, her hand coming up to grip onto Helen’s abdomen, fingers wrapping around her rib as an anchor.
“D—Doctor Menville, please, please.” The blonde was borderline panting, gripping onto Helen so fiercely her knuckles creaked.
Madeleine squirmed on the table, combined with Helen’s fingers skillfully rolling on her clit, Ernest’s pumping in and out of her, it made her body sing with pleasure. “M’gonna come, soon..”
Helen held her closer, pressing down firmer. “You want to come and make a mess?” Madeline in reply whined softly, twitching. “All over my exam table too.” Ernest mumbled, kissing her knee.
“You can come baby, let go.” Helen’s words came out in a whisper, Ernest’s gloved hand squelched as he moved inside of her.
Sparks seemed to explode behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut, body shuddering as her orgasm washed over like crashing waves along the shoreline.
“That’s it,” Ernest’s voice was raspy, his face flushed and his wrist started to ache but he fingerfucked her harder, faster, as she convulsed on the table. “Oh, baby..” Helen removed her fingers from Madeline’s sensitive clit, instead opting to smooth back blonde curls and hold her close.
Madeline babbled for a minute until speaking became too much of a chore and she was reduced to soft moans and breathy whines. Ernest slipped his fingers out slowly, then holding them up to his lips he sucked her release off one finger before offering the other to Helen.
Madeline’s eyes were half lidded and heavy, her breathing deep and heavy. “My tired girl can go again, right?” Helen’s voice was hypnotic, despite the ache in her body Madeline nodded again, already craving more.
Helen helped her up, letting her body drape across the metal table while Helen stood behind her and took in the beautiful sight. The cool metal table caused her nipples to pebble, the sting welcoming.
The author turned to Ernest, pulling him down by the tie to kiss him soundly, undoing his belt buckle and removing his work apron.
The doctor's gloved hands felt around Madeline’s ass, still wet with her own arousal and their spit, massaging the supple flesh. Helen playfully smacked one cheek just to see Madelin squirm. Helen took his hardening cock out from his boxers, not even bothering to pull his pants all the way down before spitting in her hand and loosely stroking him.
They mouthed at each other's faces, smushing their lips together and parting with a smack before turning back to Madeline.
“Look at us, bunny,” Helen asked, Madeline again turned her head to face them, her pupils blown wide.
Ernest took his spit-covered cock and pressed the tip to her entrance, running through her soaked folds to ensure it was lubricated enough for comfort. “Helen—“
The end of her words broke off into a moan as Ernest slowly pressed inside of her one inch at a time, her eyes rolling back and her head struggling to stay up.
“What do you need?” Helen petted her spine, nails scratching down fresh paint. “Fuck me, please.” Ernest buried himself at the hilt, letting her stretch and adjust around his cock before slowly pulling out and repeating a slow rhythm.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Ernest grunted, his grip on her hips tightening. Helen chuckled and began to kiss up Madeline’s back, whispering words of praise as she went. The clap of skin against skin felt like thunder to her ears, Ernest dragging his dick in and out of her clenching pussy felt exquisite.
“Doc—doctor’mmm” Her words broke off in time with his thrusts, head dropping to the cool metal table, and spit falling from her lips.
“Tell me how it feels, sweet thing.” Helen’s voice was calm and steady. “Do you like how he takes care of you?”
“Ssso good! Sooo.. oh!”
Helen’s hand slipped back under the table to find Madeline’s hard clit, rubbing it in time with Ernest’s thrusts.
“Fasterpleaseohgod!” Madeline’s words began to slur together, her hands gripping the table edge tightly as it squeaked with the force of their fucking. Helen’s other hand slipped below her waistband, fumbling for her own clit, and quickly tried to catch up with the two of them.
The married couple worked in perfect harmony, Ernest’s pace never faltered and he continued on steadily. Helen moaned in time with their bodies, her legs starting to shake and she struggled to keep her other hand on Madeline’s clit.
“Oh shit— oh fuck.” Ernest cursed, his grip on her hips tight before he pushed himself deep, pausing his thrusts to finally come.
“I’m—I'm coming! Oh—“Madeline squeaked, knuckles tight and jaw open as she came, her walls contracting and holding Ernest inside as he pumped her full with his seed.
This triggered Helen’s orgasm, her stance faltering and leading against Ernest, one of his arms embracing her to help keep her steady as he delivered a final few weak thrusts. They all paused their movements, silence enveloping the room comfortably as they caught their breath.
Helen was the first to move to Madeline’s side, bending down to kiss her temple from where the blonde lay with her eyes shut in bliss.
Then, Ernest carefully pulled out, his come slowly dripping out of Madeline and onto the floor of the room, he’d have to clean that up later.
Helen rubbed circles on Madeline’s back. “I think that means your exam went well.”
Ernest chuckled, “Want a lollipop?”
Madeline’s eyes opened slowly, eyes glistening. “Yes please.”
chapter two: ‘buzzing with excitement’
madhel — dom!madeline x sub!helen
ao3 link here!
“Right this way, Ms. Sharp.”
The young woman opened a large mahogany door into an office. It was a neat waiting area, with a small bookshelf tucked away in the back corner and a reading nook, and the other side of the room had complimentary bottles of water in a glass-fronted miniature fridge.
“Thank you,” Helen said curtly, smiling as she entered the room and made a beeline for the white leather couch against the wall. The room smelt of faint citrus cleaner, almost sterile. Helen liked that.
The secretary tapped her iPad once to wake up the dim screen, “Mr. Hawn will be right with you, he’s on his lunch break.” She nodded to the set of double doors inside the room, the light on and glowing from the crack underneath.
Helen smiled as the young woman left her, shutting the doors to the waiting room behind her with a swift click. Her smile faded instantly, traded away for a look of exhaustion. Helen had been nonstop writing and tweaking her new book, this meeting with her publisher was to give clarification and guidance on where she was headed next.
She opened her purse, fishing out a small notepad of things to ask during the meeting that had been jotted down with red ink. Helen still preferred to use the paper way of taking notes over digital, next was her small laptop, the dust cover being taken off quickly. After the laptop came her manuscript, thick pieces of paper folded together to create the most recent draft of her book:
‘Forever Young.’
Unlike her previously published autobiography, this was fiction. Two star-crossed lovers, ones who found themselves in every timeline, make a forbidden promise to one another to stick by each other, to walk the earth together.
She was proud of her work, it had taken her over three years to complete, and she was still editing small details here and there.
Helen set the manuscript down gently on the coffee table in front of her, then she opened her laptop to pass the time. Her emails needed to be checked, she had yet to do that this morning.
Almost mechanically, Helen started on her daily checklist, sifting through emails and messages, responding to some and marking some others as spam. It was a little routine she had, I brought her some comfort to see that despite the ups and downs of life, emails never change.
Buzz.
Helen’s phone vibrated, tucked away in the back pocket of her slacks. She sat up, reached around, and grabbed the phone, unlocking it to see who was texting her.
Maddie A.
i miss u, helly 👀
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You saw me a little over a half an hour ago.
Delivered
Helen smiled at her phone before setting it down. Madeline was a needy creature. The reply was almost instant, the phone buzzed in her lap once, twice until finally Helen picked it back up again.
Maddie A.
still its lonely w/o u
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hows ur meeting?? what r u wearing 🤭
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Hasn’t started yet, my publisher is still on lunch.
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Black dress pants, that new blue three-quarter button-up, and my normal beige overcoat.
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Oh, and those-heel boot thingys you bought me.
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pic??? plsplsplssss
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Helen looked around the room, confirming it was still just as empty as it was, then angled her body to hold her phone correctly. She took three photos until one caught the light in her red hair, it was a good picture. She sent it to Madeline.
Maddie A.
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god ur so hot
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Helen opened the attached image, her eyes widened at the sight. It was Madeline in a mirror selfie, still clad in her over-the-top, dressy house pajamas—more like lingerie if you’d ask Helen—and barely covered with a sheer silky robe.
She stared at the photo for a while, taking in each pixel of her lover through the screen, noting how the mint green of her lounge set complemented her blonde princess curls cascading over her shoulders, and framed her beautifully bare face. Helen tried her hardest to commit the photo to memory, she did this with every photo of Madeline, some would even say it was a little concerning.
However, something felt off regarding the photo. The phone's angle was taken from Madeline’s left hand.
Odd.
Madeline was right-handed.
Before Helen could comment on this, another image was sent through. Helen liked the first image to let Madeline know she saw it, when she opened the next one, her jaw went a little slack.
It was another photo of Madeline, but this time more up close, Helen could count each freckle on her shoulder, where the robe slipped off. Madeline’s arm was displayed, laid out across her chest while holding the robe closed, but her wrist ended without her hand.
Maddie A.
Hey, I think you might have dropped something.
Read 11:45
oopsie. did i?
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Check the shower, you know your joints get loose with the steam and soaps.
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i know where it is. check ur bag 😉
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Almost as if on cue, Helen felt her bag shift next to her. She was sure that if she were still alive, her blood would’ve run cold. Something—Someone—was inside her purse.
Helen watched in absolute shock as Madeline‘s detached right hand pulled itself from her purse, it was like Thing from the Addams family had a fresh new set of French tips.
The hand felt its way round, obviously lacking the rest of its senses to see where it was going, before her fingertips grazed the edge of Helen’s dress pants. The hand squeezed Helen’s knee three times, thumb, drawing, soothing circles as her phone buzzed again.
Maddie A.
always ur right hand woman
Read 11:47
You’re deranged.
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u love it don’t u baby? ;)
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Helen felt what remained in her stomach flutter, a warm tingly feeling spreading from Madeline’s touch upon her knee to the rest of her body. The hand worked its way higher, crawling onto Helen’s leg and positioning itself to rest on Helen’s thigh.
Maddie A.
wow these rlly r tight pants
Read 11:48
bet ur ass is amazing in these
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The hand resting on Helen‘s leg began to squeeze rhythmically, fingertips brushing up and down against the smooth cotton fabric of her dress pants. Despite it being a little weird that the rest of Madeline was not here, Helen relaxed into the woman’s touch, hips shifting.
Maddie A.
i bet ur so pretty rn, waiting for me
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Don’t do this to me.
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The plus side of these messages was the fact that her face was shielded from view, her eyes glazed over with want, with need. The half of her brain that still rationalized told her this was a terrible rabbit hole to fall down. Her publicist was in the other room.
Helen saw the three little dots flash across your screen, then disappear abruptly. Madeline was thinking, Madeline was toying with her. Helen pressed her thighs together at the thought of how this was carefully planned out by the blonde.
Damn her.
Maddie A.
do u miss me hel?
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do u miss my hands?
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Helen let out a squeak of surprise as the hand resting on her lap clambered higher on her leg, grabbing the fleshy part of Helen’s thigh roughly. This motion sent an electric shock like current through Helen.
Maddie A.
so soft helly
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Madeline, I'm in public.
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u said no one is around
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tell me 2 stop and i will
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Helen’s thumb hovered above the keyboard.
Maddie A.
Don’t.
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good girl ☺️
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Helen let out an audible sigh as the message reached her. The author felt Madeline’s hand as it calmly nudged her thighs apart, the severed appendage now nestled itself between her spread legs.
If Helen tried hard enough, she could picture Madeline‘s face standing above her, her other hand covering her face and running her thumb along Helen‘s jaw softly as she cooed and praised her.
Maddie A.
i can feel how wet u r
Read 11:53
show me what u look like again, pretty girl
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Looking back, Helen wondered where her shame had gone as she sent those images to Madeline. The first one was a full-body photo. She angled the camera down a bit and pushed her elbows together, so her chest strained against the blue fabric of her shirt.
The second photo was a little closer up towards her center, grabbing onto Madeleine’s hand and guiding it to press directly between the apex of her thighs. Helen felt Madeline’s hand twitch at the sensation, but quickly re-oriented itself and began to rub soft circles over the fabric.
Helen had to stifle a low growl, her phone almost slipping out of her hands a bit she texted back.
Maddie A.
u like that?
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Yes, faster, please.
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Helen clicked on the attached image. It was a photo of Madeline sitting in Helen‘s office chair, reclining and letting her body relax. Her robe had fallen open to give Helen a peek at the sheer silky lingerie.
Through the delicate mint colored fabric, Helen could see the outline of Madeline’s puckered, nipples, all pretty and pink, and begging to be sucked on. The hand pressed against Helen‘s groin became firmer, more sure of itself.
Her eyes fluttered shut, but quickly snapped back open, still alert to her surroundings. As much as she wanted Madeline’s dexterity directly on her clit, being pants down in an office room was too big of a risk, so this would have to do.
She let her legs spread wider, straining and stretching against the smooth fabric of her pants.
Maddie A.
so good for me smart girl
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More photos, please.
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beg for it
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Helen’s vision blurred slightly, the pressure growing in her core building rapidly.
Maddie A.
Please, Mad.
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I’m so close.
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Helen opened the photo, her mouth immediately watering at the site. Madeline had propped the phone up on Helen’s desk, one leg up on the mahogany wood as the hand still attached to her body, pulled the gossip of her lingerie aside to reveal her perfectly plump pussy.
She let out a whine, imagining her lips upon Madeleine skin, the blonde looking down at her and praising her.
Helen’s phone started vibrating incessantly, the incoming call screen flashing with Madeline’s profile picture. Helen fumbled for the button, smashing her thumb against the green answer selection.
“Mad, ba—baby please.” Helen pleaded softly, reclining further back into the couch, feeling the cool white leather squeak underneath her. She heard a sultry chuckle on the other line, no doubt Madeline was enjoying herself.
“But we just started,” Madeline’s voice was all breathy and light, faux disappointment lacing them.
At a particularly good press of the fingers beneath her, Helen slapped her free hand, not holding the phone over her mouth, she went at the sting it left. “Mmph.”
“Look at you, a mess in public. That’s not my Helen.” Helen heard the familiar squeak of her desk, chair, moving, then she heard a quiet, wet squelch, the rational part of her brain came to the conclusion that Madeline was touching herself as well in time with her hand working over Helen’s pussy.
Helen‘s eyes were wide, trying to prevent themselves from shutting, and watching the door to where her publicist was eating lunch just a room over, how embarrassing would that be if he walked in on his best-selling author like this?
She groaned at the thought.
The gusset of her dress pants was sodden with need, she could feel the cool wet fabric against her inner thighs as Madeline’s torturous fingers slowed rapidly.
“N—nononono, please, I'll be so good.” she gasped out, her speech muffled by her hand. Helen could practically hear Madeline smiling through the phone.
“Really? Good for me?” Madeline cooed into the speaker.
“Yes, just let me come.” Her tone was hushed, she could hear the shuffling behind the wooden doors.
Madeline was quiet for a minute, but then her hand between Helen’s thighs sped up once more, it was a surprise at how her fingers hadn’t cramped up yet. Helen bit her palm, tasting old flesh and paint.
“Stay quiet, my smart girl, and come for me.” Her voice was patronizing and honey-sweet. Helen immediately fell over the edge.
Her body jerked, knees knocking him together and trapping Madeline‘s hand below as her orgasm washed over her in gentle little waves. Madeline talked Helen through it over the phone, whispering little praises into her ear, as if she were really there beside her.`
Helen brought the hand up to her lips and kissed each individual finger, the digits turned gently to cup her face as Madeline hummed happily through the phone.
“Ms. Sharp! I thought I knew you were coming.”
The two wooden doors leading to her publicist’s office opened, and he paused to stretch his back. Helen took her chance and shoved Madeline’s hand back inside her purse, standing on wobbly legs and brushing lint off of her pants.
“I’ll see you when I get home.” Madeline's smile bled into her words, and she hung up the phone. Helen cleared her throat, feeling filthy as she walked over to her publicist and shook his hand firmly.
“Why don’t you come in and we can discuss your launch and possibly tour?”

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chapter one: ‘all tied up with a pretty bow’
madhel — dom!helen x rope bunny!madeline
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Her body twitched, restrained she still lay untouched. She's been like this for almost a half an hour now, wrists bound behind her back with beautiful silk ties and a bow.
Madeline fantasized about being in a situation like this. Stripped completely bare, except for a pair of baby pink stilettos, and a simple ribbon collar, while Helen across the room remained fully dressed as if she had just come home from the office.
She had confessed this fantasy to Helen one night, extremely drunk and on her wits’ end. She had been sure Helen would have forgotten, or would simply not care and move along.
Oh, how wrong she had been.
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About a week before, Madeline had come home from a particularly long day on set, Helen had greeted her at the moment she walked through the door with a glass of Pinot Grigio and a warm kiss.
”This is new,” Madeline’s hand reached up and cupped Helen’s jaw softly.
”I have a surprise for you.” Helen whispered, urging Madeline in the direction of their shared bed room.
Adrenaline had coursed through her, brain rattling around with dozens of ideas of what her cunning partner could’ve come up with. Upstairs, Madeline found a strange sight laid out on the bed.
There were two boxes, both black and adorned with a single pink bow, she opened the first box slowly, moving the lid aside and reaching in to grab the pair of stiletto heels.
”Oh, baby. Thank you!” Madeline turned to show Helen the heels, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.
”There’s one more.” Helen barely contained the smile plastered on her face.
Madeline opened the second box, at first she was confused. Inside lay about 3 feet of pink silk rope in five separate bundles. She set the shoes down, picked up one of the bundles of rope, and faced Helen again.
”Rememer last week when you were drunk out of your mind,”
”I was just a little tipsy—“
”Tipsy, drunk. Tomato tomato.” Helen shrugged.
”Anways, you always said you had a thing about, you know..” Helen was sure if she was still alive her face would be red with embarrassment. Madeline raised her brows, feeling a familiar warmth form between her legs.
”Helen Sharp! You want to tie me up? You kinky freak.” Madeline’s voice reached a higher pitch than she intended to.
This was going to be fun.
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“Look at how pretty you are.” Helen crossed one leg over the other, the material of her long skirt straining. Currently, she was situated at the vanity bench, watching, just out of the blondes reach.
Madeline whimpered quietly, the feeling of being so exposed causing her own arousal to drip down her leg onto the floor below.
”So perfect.” Helen stretched out a hand, right in front of Madeline‘s cheek, but not close enough to touch. She tried moving her head to feel Helen‘s palm against her face, but the author pulled back.
”No, not yet. I still want to admire you, bunny.”
Madeline stared up at Helen, pupils blown to the deep blue of her eyes were almost completely covered. “What to do,” Helen tapped her chin with faux confusion. Her hand reached out to grab Madeline’s jaw tightly, yet with enough caution to prevent discomfort.
”Open.” It was a simple command that Madeline immediately followed, Helen’s hands fit snuggly in the hollows of Madeline’s cheeks as she dropped her jaw, sticking out her tongue for extra emphasis.
Helen stood, looming over Madeline. She spit into her mouth. “Swallow.”
The blonde did exactly what she was told to. Swallowing, Helen’s saliva was mixed with her own. Helen let the grip on her jaw soften, releasing completely after a minute to gently pat her cheek. Madeline almost purred into the sensation. ”Such a good girl, aren't you?”
”Yours, all yours.” She moaned out in response, thighs trembling as they tried to hold her body up into Helen’s touch. A needy, submissive Madeline was rare, this moment was to be savored.
”Does my good little bunny want to be touched?” Helen pulled her hand away. Madeline nodded vigorously, eyes wide. “Words.”
”Yes, please.” Madeline whined, hips shifting in the air. “Use me, make me come.” Helen tilted her chin down at Madeline, a look of mock disappointment at the lack of a familiar name following the plea.
“Who are you speaking too?” Helen cocked her brow with the question.
“Yes please, Mommy.” Madeline fixed the reply. This seemed to satisfy Helen.
”Up we go.” Helen stepped around Madeline, bending down to quickly untie the loose knot at her ankles before helping her up and to the bed. “Do you remember the safe word, bunny?” Madeline heard the way Helen’s voice softened around the edges, just for a minute to check in.
”Redlight.” Madeline whispered back. Helen squeezed her shoulder three times in an ‘I-love-you’ before placing her face down on the mattress. After making sure there was a pillow under her face and that she was comfortable, Helen re-tied her ankles together so they were folded up against her thighs.
“Good?” Helen made sure the knots were loose enough to allow some shift in movement. Madeline wiggled her legs, testing the comfort before agreeing. “It’s good.” Madeline sighed, feeling the pleasant strain of her dead muscles against the bindings.
Helen stood, just inside Madeline’s peripheral view she tapped her foot, admiring the swell of Madeline’s rear end as it was held high in the air. Madeline saw the shift in her face, her posture. Slipping back into the more domineering role, Helen softly caressed the pale skin of Madeline’s ass, then worked up to scratch down her spine.
”Please, Mommy.” Helen gripped one of the blonde’s asscheeks firmly, causing Madeline to whimper. “You weren’t being spoken to, Maddie.”
Madeline shifted on her knees. “But—“
Smack.
Helen’s hand connected with Madeline’s cheek, she cried out into the pillow below her. “My good girl knows not to be out of turn.” Helen rubbed the sensitive skin tenderly, a sharp contrast. “Right, slut?” Madeline was stunned into silence for a second, weighing the pros and cons of how agreeable she could be this evening.
Smack.
”Answer me.” Helen’s voice was full of authority with a slight rasp. It made Madeline drip.
”Yes! Yes, Mommy—I’m sorry.” She groaned out into the room. “I’ll be good.” Madeline pushed her glutes farther back into Helen’s grip.
“My dumb little girl can’t even remember her manners.” Helen chided, shaking her head in the negative. Madeline tried grinding into Helen‘s touch, subtly, pushing our hips forward and hoping to catch the bedsheet below her and rutting back and forth. Helen saw this, of course, and swiftly popped Madeline’s clit lightly, the actress sucked in a gasp. “Now you’re trying to come without me, maybe I should just leave you..” Helen slowly pulled her hand away.
“No! No, Mommy, please.” She begged.“You want to make up for it?” Helen squeezed each cheek roughly, pinching at the supple flesh and feeling her way up Madeline’s back only to rake her nails back down, paint curling in small ribbons. Madeline’s knees walked out further, spreading herself, presenting herself out to Helen. “Yes, yes Mommy I do.”
”Then take it.”
Smack.
Madeline keened, eyes screwing shut and jaw clenched tight as Helen worked in waves. First a lighting fast slap that cracked across each of her asscheeks, followed by soothing circles made by her hands.
Over and over this moment lasted, each time unable to be timed by the blonde, it kept her on edge. “Oh, harder..” Madeline moaned into the pillow.
“Still no manners.” Helen sighed, but gave the blonde what she asked for with a particularly hard slap. Madeline felt her hips jerk, trying to sooth her needy clit. Each slap sent an electric shock through her body, every sound of Helen’s palm upon her hide was exactly what her body craved.
“Do you think you can just come,” smack, “like,” smack, “this?” smack. Helen’s voice took on a teasing tone, equal parts patronizing in full of adoration.
“Yesfuckplease—“ Madeline blurted out a barely coherent string of words, her wrists straining behind her back against the silk ropes that held her in place. “Hm,” Helen hummed, watching Madeline come undone just from spanking her would be a sight for her, but she had other plans.
Helen pulled her hand away, stopping the punishment. Madeline groaned in protest, beginning to grow antsy. “Mommy, I was so close—“
“I know baby, but Mommy wants to hold you a little longer, okay?” It was a rhetorical question, still Madeline nodded along enthusiastically.
Helen stepped away from the blonde, making her way over to the box the rope was stored in with she pulled out a vibrating wand, specifically Madeline’s favorite model in the most egregious shade of bubblegum pink there was.
She stalked back over to Madeline, and rolled up her blazer sleeves. The lengths of rope that had remained untouched was finally put to good use.
“Helen, could you flip me over?” Madeline’s voice was raspy, a touch of her submissive tone gone. “I’m a little cramped up.” Helen immediately was at her side, undoing the ties that bound her legs and wrists up and behind her back, letting them stretch out as Helen massaged them. “Thank you.” She whispered as Helen kissed her lips softly.
Madeline flipped herself over, wincing at the dull ache as her ass touched the mattress. She let her arms and legs spread in an ‘X’ shape, one near each bed post.
“Good girl, letting Mommy tie you up like this.” Helen took each rope with love between her nimble hands, loosely knotting them around the bedposts and restraining Madeline’s wrists and ankles along with them. “You will let me know if it’s too much?”
Madeline’s eyes sparkled, all playful and sweet, “Yes, Mommy.” Helen rewarded her with some stimulation, punching both of her nipples before suckling and pulling them softly, causing her back to arch up.
Releasing one from her fingers, Helen reached for the vibrator and gently ran it along Madeline’s lower abdomen, causing the muscles there to tense reflexively.
She rested it just above where she needed her, against the velvety skin of her mound, and pressed the small button to bring the toy to life. A soft hum filled the room, along with this was a string of small gaps from the blonde as she strained against the ropes. “Oh, fffuck—“
Helen switched off the toy, eliciting grown of annoyance from the blonde, but a stern look shut her up. Helen took a free piece of rope, winding it around Madeline‘s inner thighs to create tension, then looped it back on the other one.
Taking the vibrator, she secured it to the rope with a knot, nestling it between the blondes thighs. After making sure it was snug, she flipped it back on again this time pressed directly onto Madeline’s clit. The blonde blurted out a string of curses, her eyelashes fluttering and eyes threatening to close. Helen stood up straight, resting one arm on her hip while the other gently brushed Madeline’s face lovingly.
“Look at you,” Helen sighed dreamily, fingers slowly skating down Madeline’s cheek to gently trace her jaw, “pathetic.” The word was drawn out and ended on a hiss.
Madeline moaned, loud and unfiltered as Helen clicked the button again, the sound of the buzzing increased. “Ah—Mo—mommy m’gonna come.” Her eyes rolled back until they shut.
“No, you’re not aloud.” Helen‘s tone was too chipper, Madeline let out wanton cry, filled with frustration. But she knew better, and held in her orgasm.
“Sweet girl,” Helen’s voice was honeyed and dripping with sex, “look at me, pretty baby.”
“Fuck! Mommy, right there.” Madeline’s eyes slowly opened, her jaw flapping, but no words came out, only strangled sounds it seemed to claw their way from her throat. Helen pressed the wand tighter against Madeline’s ruined cunt. “There she is,” Helen traced her entrance before sticking a finger in knuckle deep, followed by another.
Helen sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together tightly, feeling the way her cotton panties stuck with the amount of wetness that had gathered between her legs. Helen knew seeing Madelineall held up like this really did something to her. “Beg for it.” Her fingers moved slowly, a stark contrast of the quick vibrations of the toy.
Madeline croaked out, “Please please pleaseplease—ohmygod,” she felt a tear roll down her cheek as her head lulled to the side.
The author kissed her forehead tenderly, the pulled her hair sharply to expose more of her neck. After another torturous minute of keeping her on the edge, finally, finally Helen decided to let Madeline finish.
“Come for me.”
Almost immediately, Madeline let her orgasm tear loose, a keening cry that broke off into something deeper, something more guttural tore out from her chest.
Madeline’s body fought against the rope, the friction of it against her skin was like fire. Her legs tried closing, tried scooting away from the intense pleasure, but she was prevented from doing so.
“So good for me, bunny.” Helen cood while bending down to suck bruises onto Madeline’s breasts, drawing in her pebbled nipple to bite and chew. “Mommy, fuckmeplease,” Madeline spewed garbled little sentences as Helen watched.
“I know, I know.” If it wasn’t for the immense pleasure it brought her, the noises Madeline made would have been embarrassing her. Loud wails and groans echoed off the walls and tall ceilings bounced back to her ears. Helen saw the way her face was contorted with bliss, her muscles tensed. “My little whore looks so good coming for me.”
Without even looking for permission, Madeline came again, longer, more drawn out. This one was almost completely silent, except for the fluttering of her pussy as it dripped, her come splashing out of her and falling against the bedsheet below her. Quickly, overstimulation began to set in.
Her voice was thick with exhortation, “R—redlight.. Helen—“ Madeline‘s body convulsed again. Helen immediately reached for the vibrator and turned it off, cupping Madeline‘s face and brushing away the tear track that was left. She pulled out her fingers slowly.
“Hey, hey. I’ve got you.” Helen’s voice was devoid of anything but care, her face filled with genuine concern. Madeline was silent for a bit, catching her breath before languidly smiling through closed eyelids. “I’m okay.” She whispered.
Helen tenderly undead every knot, starting with the vibrator and tossing it aside to wash. After each rope was removed from the bed post and Madeline appendage, Helen massaged her body slowly, working out any soreness.
Madeline watched, boneless and lying on the bed as her lover tended to her body. It brought a warm warmth to her cold heart.
“Thank you for making my dream come true.” Madeline said, words ending on a yawn. Helen reached her ankles and quickly took off the baby pink stilettos that were still on, then her ribbon choker.
“Of course, I just hope you’re not sore in the morning.”
Madeline smirked. “Oh, you think we’re done?” Madeline set up halfway, reaching for a still completely dressed Helen, and pushing the blazer off of her shoulders.
“Oh, Helen.. the night is still young”
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w.i.p mood boards for an upcoming madhel (and eventual madhelest) fic(s)!!
chap. 1) dom!hel x rope-bunny/sub!mad
chap. two) dom/detached limb!mad x sub!hel
chap. three) dom!helx dom/DR!ern x bratty!mad
a new sarah/harry company fic!
rating: explicit
word count: 3k
status: complete
summary: Sarah struggles with her self image and weight, her husband, Harry, sets out to help bring her comfort.
link below!
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Jenn and Chris as Sarah and Harry doing a patty-cake
madhel bar fic is up!
rating: explicit
word count: 5k+
status: complete
summary:
Unable to find rest in death, they had to move fast to keep up with the flow of life to stay afloat, success was trying to drown them. They need just one night off before they boil over. OR MadHel Bar date-night.
link below!
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weird question, but does anyone have the 2016 noises off bootleg that had megan hilty in it?
currently scouring the internet yet i have no luck, would anyone be willing to send a link over to me? i’d be happy to trade for the 2024 OBC of death becomes her and its earliest recorded preview run!