#my skin is too senstive for that shit

[ablogofsapphicpanic]

I need tiktok to stop showing me hot women with the double nose piercing with the chain between them bc it’s making me want one

[hirukochan]

I’d love to request something if you don’t mind I think your writing would be perfect for an interrogation type dynamic the reader has some type of information that snape needs and he essentially edges, teases and all that good stuff too the reader until they give in.

I don’t know if that’s too much but i absolutely love your work and think you’d transform it in to something soooooo good

Took me a bit - I've written something similar during spy training in Your tears are of no relevance to me and wanted to mix it up a bit - I'm not sure I achieved that but I like it anyway xD.

I hope you like it too!

Ministry Documents

Severus SnapexReader

Words: 3415

Warnings: Um....non-con. Because it's an interrogation (duh)...Dark!Snape, reader has a vagina, edging (duh²), rough sex....yeah, I guess that is it.

Summary: You are the Senior Undersecretary to Minister Scrimgeour and Snape a Death Eater who wants senstive information from you.

“You won’t get away with this you bastard!” You shout and tug at the restraints around your wrists behind your back. You put your entire weight into it, but all it archives is the chair you’re tied to scooting over the ground with a sharp screech that makes the insides of your ears contract.

“And who’s going to stop me?” He laughs, glowering, deep and taunting.

“You always were one nasty piece of shit, Snape!”

“Ohhh noo…the woman I drugged and tied to her chair in her own fucking office is mean to me!” He says in a whiny mock voice. “How will I ever recover?” Snape appears in your line of sight and braces his hands against the backrest of your chair, just above your shoulders. 

He is grinning, bearing his yellow, crooked teeth. An evil glimmer shines in his dark eyes, half obscured by curtains of greasy black hair.

“You won’t get away with this! I am the senior undersecretary to Minister Rufus Scrimgeour! If you think you can just-”

“I repeat my question: Who’s going to stop me? You didn’t even notice the sedative in your tea, sweetheart.” He straightens back up and slowly undoes the buttons on his sleeves to roll them up. “This is how it will go. I will ask you questions and you will answer them. We don’t need to make this ugly - after all we don’t want anybody knowing you’ve betrayed the Ministry, right? How nonsensical to use you for information once and only once.” He shakes his head and moves on to his left sleeve. “If you are a good girl and answer my question I will reward you.”

“And if not?” You scoff. “I won’t talk, Snape! I work directly under the Minister - we are trained for these things!”

“I am certain you think you are trained to withstand interrogation…”

“Go ahead and kill me - don’t waste your time. I won’t talk.”

“That’s what they always say.” Snape hums. He folds his sleeve over one more time and twists his arm. The flickering light from the candles strewn around the room hits his inner underarm and you clench your teeth, glaring at the jet black mark blemishing Snape’s pale skin.

You knew it. You knew it back in school and you knew it when you were just a small, faceless employee keeping track of paperwork at his trial after You-Know-Who’s fall.

Severus Snape is a Death Eater.

You don’t care for Dumbledore’s talks of repentance and character growth or whatever the fuck he said at that trial.

Snape is not a changed man.

You clench your jaw and inhale sharply through your nose, preparing yourself for the torture that is no doubt going to follow.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. Be a good girl and tell me where the documents are.”

“I won’t tell you no matter what torture you show up with! You people will fail! You’ll lose because you are hateful, small minded, disgusting terrorists!”

“Torture? Oh sweetheart, He would not have send me here to torture you. I told you. We want to continue using your intel. Nobody will know we ever spoke.” He catches a strand of your hair between his fingers, brushing his knuckle over your cheek on purpose. You try to pull away, to escape his touch, but you are only reminded of the ropes digging into your skin. “Mhh..you always were a pretty thing.” He hums and leans down closer. The tips of his hair tickle your face. “And I always did wonder how you’d taste.” You can’t breathe. Your mind is racing. From fear to confusion, to trying to decipher his words back to searching for a way out. 

You scream. It’s late, whatever vile concoction Snape dumped into your tea it made you fall asleep at your desk and since the workload recently has been insane it’s not the first time that happens to you so your assistant would not suspect anything of it.

Snape just chuckles. 

“Nobody will hear you. Nobody will come to save you either. Where are the documents?”

You don’t respond. You’re fighting tears and the bitter taste in your mouth that comes from considering to just give Snape the documents and save your own skin.

You could.

Nobody would know.

No. No you won’t. This is bigger than you. This is about the kind of world you’ll be living in in the future and you don’t want to see a world in which You-Know-Who rules!

“I’ll tell you nothing!” Snape looks like he got exactly the answer he was looking for. Like a little child on Christmas morning.

He gips the leg of your chair and pulls it over the floor, turning it to face away from your desk and the door. You let out a surprised shriek.

“I was hoping you’d say that. How boring to just get what I came here without playing a little first, hm?”

“Play-” Your pathetic stuttering is cut short by Snape straddling your thighs. His weight is crushing, his proximity uncomfortable. His hand closes around your throat and Snape smashes his lips against yours. You squeak and struggle against him. His grip around your throat tightens. Tears burn in your eyes.

Snape hums, a sound full of dark satisfaction and pleasure. His tongue flicks over your lips and you press them together harder. He spreads his saliva over your lips, slimy and warm. With his free hand he grabs your face and forces your jaw open to shove his tongue into your mouth.

You can’t breathe. Between his hard kiss and pressure on your throat you are trapped in an empty space between living and dying.

“I knew you’d taste sweet.” He coos as he pulls back, but he doesn’t let go of your face. You struggle and try to close your mouth but Snape is entirely unbothered by it or your unintelligible protest. He pulls out a small vial from his robes and unstoppers it with his mouth before pouring its contents into your mouth and pressing his hand over it, pinching your nose at the same time.

“Be a good girl and swallow for daddy, yes?” He says mockingly. You want to scream, but that would only cause the liquid to slip down your throat, but keeping it in your mouth would surely make your body absorb its active ingredients as well, right?

Shit, you were never good in potions, but you know that Snape is a bloody genius.

Your breath runs out. You tear at the restraints but Snape just laughs. Tears run over your cheek. You close your eyes and swallow.

“There you go.” He chuckles and removes his hands. You gasp and greedily fill your lungs with sweet sweet air - so much so you even forget to think about what that stuff was that he made you swallow.

You are not left wondering for long.

Heat grows in your lower abdomen like a wild beast woken from its hibernation by a stupid knight wanting to kill it, thinking in his immeasurable arrogance that he’d have a chance.

“Aww, are we having trouble, sweetheart?” Snape taunts. That evil glimmer in his eyes flares. 

You are fucked.

You know you are fucked, but you are also stubborn. 

You bite your lip and ignore what’s happening to your body. The heat, the burning, undying, deafening need tearing through your cunt with the force of an unforgivable.

Snape laughs again, clearly enjoying the expression of realisation and horror in your eyes.

“So, sweetheart. Be a good girl and I’ll give you precisely what it is you’re craving.”

You shake your head.

“No?” He pouts and somehow even that looks sadistic on his face. He licks his lips, his eyes darting over your body. He snaps his fingers. You scream, but Snape quickly covers your mouth with his hand. 

“None of that.” He says. “How silly. I’ve already told you nobody will hear you. You’ll only piss me off and that should be the last thing you want to do right now. Let’s see…” He scoots backwards on your thighs ever so slightly to have a better look at your body. Your naked body. You groan with the pain of his weight crushing your much smaller form. The wool of his clothes scrapes over your skin and sends shivers and prickles straight to your core.

“Mhhh…what a nice body you’ve kept hidden under these robes.”

“Stop-” You croak, staring at him through your cloudy eyes. 

“Stop? I haven’t even started yet, but if you tell me where those documents are I will.” You clench your teeth and shake your head. Snape hums thoughtfully. He cups your breast and you give a small jerk, more at the tingling sensation of his touch, than your horror at him touching you.

A simple touch should not feel so good-

You rip your eyes open and stare at Snape. A pleased expression breaks through the mocking sneer.

“Yes, sweetheart. The potion I gave you enhances all sensations. Pleasure…” He presses his thumb against your nipple, squeezing your breast gently, almost tender. “And pain.” He pinches your nipple and the pain of it explodes in your body and turns to an all consuming inferno of misery and you scream, throwing your head back with the force of it.

As soon as it started it stops. Snape rubs the assaulted nub and makes an apologetic tsk sound.

“If you’re a good girl I won’t have to do that again. If you decide to be a haughty little bitch I will.”

You take deep breaths, each one rattling with fear. You wet your lips and consider Snape’s face. This man is nothing like the greasy, neglected, insecure boy you’d see in the corridors from far away. His mere presence commands respect and deference.

“I can’t tell you.” You whisper. “I’d be fucked if I tell you.”

Snape clicks his tongue. “That’s the problem, sweetheart. You won’t be if you don’t.” He doesn’t give you time to process those words. His hand leaves your breast and drops between your legs, spread slightly due to the way he tied your feet to the legs of your chair. 

You can’t press your lips closed fast enough to suppress the utterly pathetic whimper that escapes you as soon as his calloused digit rubs over your clit.

Snape didn’t lie. The potion enhances all sensation.

Within seconds you feel like dying. Snape expertly guides you towards the edge, whispering promises of wonderful pleasure, of highs made up of pure ecstasy and lows made of thundering release. He shows you the way, presents the abyss as though you were a tourist in your own body and he the native.

You cry from horror and pleasure and thrash in your bounds and wish for it to end but also never stop.

You take a step forward, one testing motion, the abyss calls out to you, angels part the clouds and show their heavenly faces and sing their harmonies and you scream because yesyesyes-

Snape yanks you back.

You open your tear-clouded eyes and it takes a second for them to be able to focus on Snape. He is grinning.

“Where are the documents?”

“I hate you.” You pant. He shrugs and closes his lips around his glistening fingers. He hums. “Your cunt tastes even sweeter.”

“You disgust me!”

“Oh keep going, sweetheart. Toss your venom at me like I care.” Snape lets out a grading, cruel chuckle. “Though you might want to put some more heart in it. After all - I am used to people hating me.”

“Is that what this is about? Fuck! Snape, school’s over. Get the fuck over it!” Anger flashes over his face. He grabs your throat and pulls you as close as the bounds allow, causing the ropes to dig into your skin harshly and your shoulders to strain against the unnatural angle.

“The documents.”

“Go to hell.”

“Wrong answer.” He cups your sex roughly, pushing two fingers inside you with no warning and presses the heel of his palm against your clit. He keeps masterfully bringing you as close to the edge as humanly possible. He keeps pushing and pulling, forcing your body to submit to him - all the while watching you with perverse satisfaction. Like he is enjoying making you accept the pleasure he can bring you. Everytime he brings you closer to your orgasm and every time your stupid little brain thinks that maybe, maybe he’ll make you cum this time and every single time he doesn’t.

He raises you up and up and up towards bliss and release and ecstasy and every time he lets go of you and you plummet down into deep dark nothing. 

You shiver and tremble, cry and thrash against the restraints and Snape laughs. Everytime he denies you your release he’ll ask “Where are the documents?” in that soft, almost apologetic tone of voice. And every time you will not tell him, but your resistance shrivels further.

Your biting venom trickles out to a displeased rainfall until it’s a sobbing, heaving, pathetic mess.

You are limp in your restraints. The muscles in your thighs tremble from exertion and your tears have run dry, leaving only the messed up, dark residue of your mascara on your cheeks.

You take a shuddering breath, that is cut short by a sob. Snape is thrusting his fingers lazily into your sore, twitching cunt.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“N-no-” You whimper.

“Is this job worth it? Come one…you are suffering…let me relieve you.”

“I’m- i’m not keeping you- you are-” You bite your lip in hopes it’ll stop you from further embarrassing you.

“But you are.” He says softly and brushes a sweat soaked strand of hair out of your face. “My master would not be very happy with me if I were to return without the documents, hm? I want to help you. I want to let you cum. Be a good girl and I can.”

“No-”

“Such potential. Truly wasted on the Ministry. Does the Minister even know about all the work you put in, hm? Does he even appreciate it?”

“Nnhh- mh- please-” Did you just- 

The corners of Snape’s mouth curl and it breaks through his mask of care of sympathy with ugly self-satisfaction and sadistic gratification.

“Yes?”

“Please- please I need-”

“Where are the documents?”

“No-”

Snape thrusts his fingers harder into you, curling them at the same time and pushing up and he hits that sweet sweet spot with expert skill and you cry out and shake your head, squirming underneath him.

Snape leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against your sweat-soaked temple.

“Tell me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll let you cum all over my cock like a good little cocksleeve. I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, even the memory charm I’ll use on you won’t be enough to make you forget how hard you came for me.”

“-no…”

“Face it, your colleagues would not fight as hard for you. The Ministry has been doomed to fall and crumble to ashes for a while. We are everywhere, sweetheart. We have already infiltrated the Ministry. We are in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We’re in every position of power that matters. The Ministry will fall, the Minister will die. It’s your choice whether you die with them.”

“Please-”

“I know, I know.” He purrs and strokes your hair. “You need to cum, don’t you? You’ve been doing so well…You’ve been withstanding me beautifully. But you’re tired, aren’t you? Nobody will ever know you’ve told me. Let me make you cum, make it so I can allow you to rest, hm?” You inch towards your orgasm again and Snape stops his torturous attention.

“Behind the painting.” You whimper. Your voice uneven and croaky.

“Behind the painting?” Snape repeats in such an oddly soft and caring voice and you actually believe him that he doesn’t like doing this to you. You nod. He gets up and your legs scream in relief. The chair under you is wet with your arousal and sweat and your thighs are chafed from the friction of Snape moving on top of you.

Snape goes to the painting and taps it a couple of times with his wand. It swings open and reveals a hidden safe. 

“Only you can open it, I assume?” You nod, weak and tired, exhausted and yet painfully on edge. Snape flicks his wand at you and the restraints disappear. He motions for you to come to him. You do, but your legs feel like jelly and protest against movement after being confined for so long.

You place your hand against the safe. It recognises your magic and the internal mechanisms start working, rattling and clicking before the door finally pops open. Snape rummages through it, while you hold onto the file cabinet to not fall.

“Very good.” He says as he flips through a folder. He shrinks it with his wand and stuffs it into his pocket. “What a good girl.” Snape seizes you by your upper arms and you slump against him. He catches your lips in a feral, claiming kiss that you are too tired and weak to either fight - or worse - reciprocate. He turns you both around and slams your back against the wall, putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you. You can’t wrap your legs around him or hold onto him. His weight against yours is the only thing keeping you pinned to the wall and your mind is too far gone to be afraid of falling.

Snape makes quick work of his belt and even quicker of shoving his cock into you. He groans and slams his hips into yours with brutal force. You squeak and limply put your hands on his shoulders.

“A good girl that has earned herself some cock, what do you say?” He grunts. “Isn’t this much better?”

“Snape-” You moan and drop your head against the wall. You can’t even shudder under the force of your orgasm that finally finally is allowed to take your body over, spreading through your entire being, burning hot like molten lava. 

Snape pounds into you, grunting and groaning and whispering filthy praise and you whimper and whine with what little life you have left in you.

He makes you cum two more times on his cock, but by the second your eyes keep falling shut against your will and your hands slide down from his shoulders, over his chest.

“We’ll get along just grand won’t we, sweetheart? Yes, you might not remember any of this, but I will come back and when you see me it all will come back to you.” His thrusts falter and he pulls out of you, letting you slip down the wall until you’re a trembling, boneless mess to his feet.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back, pumping his cock, his cockehead pressed against your lips. You force your eyes open and look up, meeting the dark, stormy gaze of Snape. He is smirking.

“We’ll have a lot of fun.” He says and then he cums, smearing his cum all over your lips and cheek and then the world goes black.

You wake up in your bed, sitting up straight. You feel weird. Like you had a nightmare you can’t quite remember, but the bad feeling lingers, following you back into the waking world. You run your hands over your face and groan.

Your assistant is right. You are working too much. All this stress isn’t good for you. You still have vacation days left…perhaps you should take them. You never wanted to out of fear of letting down your colleagues but they don’t share that opinion, do they? Why should you work yourself to death while they don’t….

You scribble a note on a piece of parchment and whistle. Your owl flutters into your bedroom. You tie the letter to her leg and she flutters through the window.

You’ve earned a vacation. 

You lie back down, wondering what you did to feel sore? Your knickers feel damp too and you have a weird taste in your mouth.

Maybe you’re coming down with a fever. You always have weirdly erotic dreams when you get sick….yes that must be it.

You close your eyes and let exhaustion and tiredness take you.

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Fire and blood (The fanfic) Chapter 19: Queen of the hive. Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon x oc

Concept: Once you were tasked with teaching Aegon high valyrian, now you are their bedmate and they do anything in their power to keep it that way. You are also lord beesbury's daughter.

Warnings: Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon, mentions of sex toys, candle play, wax play, pain play, mc getting burned by wax, pleasure play, pain play, dob-con, non-con, dom-sub themes especially with the one-eyed criminal, them being assholes, fingering, pussy torture, spankings of senstive areas, p in v stuff, p in a stuff, ball licking-Just a lot of smutty stuff and shit. I hope everyone likes the candle scene, its the reason why my browser history is now fucked up.

Aemond opens a small drawer in the dresser that is in your room. He takes out several items, for example, a candle, chains, a collar, and a wooden big stick.

A wooden toy. Aegon takes it, smirking at your frowns and worry that is plastered on your face. "This is a fun toy. It goes up inside you and I'll fuck you with it." You assumed it would. It looks like just a cock but only more sturdy and painful.

But it is Aemond that makes you terrified. The toy seems familair and yet exciting. You can't wait to try it. But Aemond is not holding a toy. He holds a candle and is lighting it, being careful to not burn his fingers. "What are you doing with the candle? Are you afraid of the dark?" You jest lighthearted but it falls flat.

Aegon and Aemond share a glance before Aegon grabs your shoulders, holding you down for his brother. Aemond approaches with the candle, the flame licks the edges dangerously. "Why am I am being held?" You demand an anwser but only silence follows.

"There is one thing you must understand about us Targaryens. We enjoy fire." Aegon kisses your throat again when Aemond shows you the harmless small flame that radiats with warmth and heath. You nod, but you feel yourself snuggle up to Aegon's arms for protection. You are confused.

Aemond leans in and brings his own fingers to the candle, watching as the wax swirls around in the glass candle holder. "And you will enjoy it as well." He announces, before slightly tilting the candle so he can pour the wax on your skin.

You scream, before he has even poured a drop on you. "No, no I'm scared!" You let out a little whimper and tear up.

Aegon kisses your tears away, rubbing your back when holding you still for his brother. "It'll sting a bit. You'll like this. I promise, little bee. Be brave for us." He mutters in your ear.

You scream. "I don't want to be burned!"

Aemond pours the hot wax on your naked legs, making a pattern of symbols on your tighs. The wax drips down between your legs, but it does not reach your entrance. "Ow..." the pouring hurts. The wax is too hot for you and you are aware that this will leave a mark. It bites your skin. Your core is slowly teased. You enjoy it.

The prince leans in with his silver haired head and blows a gush of air over your recently poured area. You hiss as the wax starts to clot on your skin. There is a brief silence between the three of you. Aemond simply lights the candle once the flame dies and pours over your legs. This time, he brings the candle to the space between your legs.

They need to hold you down. Two men are needed to make sure you do not run. With a spoon, Aemond scoops up a bit of hot wax before placing it on your already sensitive and aching pussy. He uses the back of the spoon to rub it out over your skin when you scream and twist in Aegon's arms. "It hurts!"

"Is that why you are so wet? You are such a shameful lady. What would your father say if he saw you like this? You enjoy our company, but you love our torture." You tear up. Your father would be ashamed. They named him traitor and killed him after all. That dog of a King's guard did.

The wax bites your skin, yet you enjoy the pain. It makes your cunt ache for more. Aemond forces you to lay down, before climbing on top of you. You spread your legs for him out of habit. Instead of fucking you like a owner takes his slave, the candle is brought to your breasts. With great precision, he pours the hot wax over your breasts, setting your skin alight in a pleasant way. You hiss and whimper and twist. You moan even.

"Our little bee loves her wax. Who could have guessed?" He mocks you. Aegon snickers in the irony of that sentence. His face softens when he sees your stained tears.

Your clench your muscles. Both men take notice of this and you bring your fingers to your entrance. Aegon slams you down on the matres, peeling off the wax by your cunt. You whimper as he sometimes hurts your skin.

You glance down at his red swollen cock. You eagerly lick off your lips.

Aegon speaks sudden and full of determination in a way you never heard before. "I wish to have my fun with her, for now."

Despite his words, Aemond glares. "I can not withhold you from her. Go ahead. She is yours if she knows what is good for her." You know that Aemond hates it whenever he is reminded that anyone holds more power than him. It is why he stripped you of any. That his brother uses his crown to bed you hurts him.

You feel sympathy for both of them. If only they would stop fighting over you. They should be a strong united front. Not divided.

Aegon puts you on your knees. Aemond hands him a familiar toy. Your collar. He puts it around your neck and hands Aegon the chains so he can push and pull you wherever he likes you to be.

You turn away from him, shoving your cunt to his front so he can fuck you as Aemond fucks you many times. In a shameful painful matter befitting a girl no longer free. "You are my subject, little Bee. You are my one and my only. You hear me?" You don't dare to agree with Aemond so close to you.

There is a light chuckle coming from Aegon. He forces his cock into your ass. You moan quietly but accept him. He makes himself at home in your behind before starting to cruelly buck his hips, taking you. Your gasps and moans betray how used you have gotten to this savagery. You need your dripping cunt to receive the same treatment.

Aegon's cock takes you cruelly when he moans in pleasure, clearly enjoying himself. You missed the feel of his size and shape inside of you. As a obedient little whore, you beg him. "M-my cunny next. Please." Aemond would make you beg more for it but Aegon is a simple minded man.

He grabs your throat and lightly chokes you before working his way down to your throat, licking it. You shudder weak in his arms. Aemond watches as you get taken from behind this time in your dropping wet eager cunt. You nearly whimper when the king shoves himself back inside with generous, big trusts. You moan.

"What is on your mind, little bee?' Aegon asks, when he is atop of you, fucking you as a man takes his lady wife. You aren't just fucked. You are kissed, touched, admired and loved.

But your body needs Aegon. It missed him dearly and your heart wants to wrap your arms around him and to never let him go again. You roll your hips to his own, begging for his cock to go deeper inside of you. "I missed you. I missed you so much. Finish me. Gods..." you beg.

Aemond smirks and Aegon smiles at your begging. He rolls his hips to reward you for your begging with a good throughly done fucking that leaves you gasping for air. The bed makes dangerous sounds and you wonder if Aegon plans to fuck you to the ground. "Now now, little bee. Do not bring the Gods into this. They can't help it that you are a little slut." He grins teasing you before forcing his length up your leg, leaving a trial of cum. You softly gulp, watching the erected cock.

You need that inside of you. It needs to fuck you. You need Aegon like you never had before. "Nhn?" You moan.

"Yes. Our little slut." Aemond agrees and you glare at him. You are insulted."Do not glare at me, I only trained you a bit. You are a perfect fit for my brother now. You can finally take him at his full length, you last longer and you are still as tight as ever, little bee.''

"You might hated the cage, but your cunny loved it. Do I need to remind you how wet you were the times I fucked you against the bars, spreading your legs with a chain to keep them spread, bending you, choking you when I taunted you with my cock?" You think back of the first few times Aemond fucked you in your cage.

He chuckles when you blush. "You came so fast, little bee. So fast. I was so angry with you about it. I wanted you to suffer. You only deserve pleasure when we allow you to." You see Aegon nod.

Aegon groans a command in your ear, breaking up your conversation with Aemond. He groans one setance but thanks to his hands rubbing your cunt you are set afire and burning with desire once more when you shudder. "Come for us."

You try your best to force yourself to come for them, but you need something else. You need help.

You know plenty about your own body by now. You will likely learn much more. You ignore them. They will hate that more than anything. And indeed.

It takes about a whole two blinks of your eye before both men are confused with you. "Brienne. Do you not wish for us to touch you?' You do. More than they will ever know.

You just need something else from them first to help you get there fast. You need what you fear. You need what you desire. "I do. I just need a little...help." You whisper it softly a bit ashamed.

You need punishment. "In what way, my sweet?" Aegon asks, caressing your face in a lovely matter. He leans in close.

You need it. "I... you know." You are ashamed to even say it out loud.

Aemond smirk betrays that he knows what you want very well. "She wants punishment, brother." He speaks in High valyrian. You always found his way of speaking very attractive. Aegon's as well. Valyrian is an elegant language. One befitting the two royals.

Aegon hesitates, looking at you for your consent. You give a soft nod before grabbing his hands, kissing his knuckles. "I need my dragons." You say.

He mutters an apology in your ear after hearing your consent. He whispers that he is very sorry for what he will do with you. Your anticipation is killing you. You nod; eager. "Aemond, how do you usually punish her?" Aegon wonders.

Aemond brings a familiar wooden little ruler out of your drawer. "I have a ruler. I would spank her ass with it." He would make sure that every area of your ass would be red and burning by the times he was finished with you. He fucked you afterwards, always. Sometimes in your extra painful ass to taunt you.

You watch fascinated as Aegon takes the ruler. You obediently roll on your back for him, exposing yourself. You brace yourself and await the first smack.

The smack comes soft and almost gentle, not hurting you enough to give you pleasure. You keep your eyes on the ground. Aegon spanks you once more, unsure of this. "That is what gets you wet?"

You nod.

He sighs. "It is a little boring, isn't it?" "You know what you need, you ungrateful slut?"

He rolls you on your back, spreading your legs and brings the ruler to your wet cunt. The ruler is first rubbing you gently before he lifts it, cruelly smacking down on your sensitive wet cunt.

"A-ah!"

Aegon chuckles by the sound of your moans of pain and pleasure. He brings the ruler near your cunt again. His fingers first poke and touch your cunt, scooping up your wet spoils. He brings his fingers to his own mouth and with one movements sucks it off, tasting you. He groans.

The ruler is smacked down once more, this time harder know that Aegon knows you enjoy it. You are close. You need them. Now. "No, no please..." You beg, out of habit.

The king taunts you with a finger pushing it inside of you. You are so smoothly and wet for them, that he hisses when the finger nearly slides down, inside of you cloaked by the wetness. A cock won't be a issue for you. He knows so. They both do.

Aegon keeps up the act of being displeased and forces your mouth open to force you to taste yourself. You obediently suck off his fingers for him. Aemond watches the exchange but does nothing aside from sitting in the chair waiting his turn. "You ungrateful slut. Your king gave you a order. You will come. One way, or another." Aegon smacks you once more. You release a cry unlike your own. You buck your hips needy, tears threatening to fall.

Aegon forces your hands around his cock and you rub him obediently. Your breath is fast and you know you are near. You are preparing Aegon for the fucking that will likely shatter you. "Her mouth is protesting but her body wants this." He boasts, to his brother.

Aemond smirks deviously. "Bring the ruler closer to her skin, smack it down harder. She'll like it. Don't be afraid to give her what she craves."

Aegon takes his advise and the spankings become harsh and almost torture. You enjoy it and cry when tears run down your face of pure pain. Your body likes it too much. Aegon takes notice of your tears and gently kisses your wet cheeks, muttering that he will stop the moment you ask him to. You shake your head, pretending to be brave.

You clench your muscles. You give Aegon a needy begging look and he understands. Your hands are now both wrapped around his cock erecting him fast and steadily. You lick his balls for him, causing him to cuss.

Your hair is yanked, so are you. You are yanked and shoved onto your knees. Your knees are parted and your head is pushed down. Aegon sits behind you and forces his hands on your hips, pushing you closer. You are then fucked and owned, your wet needy cunny receiving the fucking you wanted. You moan soft and breakable when Aegon forces himself all the way in. He is thick and tall you must admit that it can be intimidating to have him and Aemond inside of you. Valyrian men are not from this world, is what Aemond told you.

Your moans become intense as Aegon stretching you out, slowly rolling his hips, teasing you with soft and slow fucks. "Harder, Aegon. Let me have it." You whisper, in high valyrian.

He just chuckles and repeats what he did. Just teasing. You whimper softly. "My-My king. Please. This is torture. I need you."

Aegon only chuckles. You are shoved with your face in a pillow to silence your screams and you are dragged to his front, leaving a trial of wetness on the sheets. You eagerly cry confused and full of curtisory. The cock slams deep now, fully filling you. You let out a roar of approval as he starts to take you deep and fast. His grip on your hips is steady and experienced. He won't let you go. You don't want him to.

Your obediently roll your hips to his front, causing him pleasure as well as adding to your own. The two of you moan and gasp when the cock dives into your freshly coated pussy again, making it all the way to your pleasure spot. He moves and you close your eyes.

You grunt weakly when Aegon fucks faster and faster, holding you tighter digging his nails into your skin. His cock is stiff and erected by now and you hear him pant, ready to release himself inside of you. You lower your head in servitude and humbleness before whispering. "Have me, my King. Make me yours."

Aegon releases a grunt before his cock fucks you a few dozen of fast rounds, forcing you to cry out every time by the brute force of it. Your cunt takes him so well and you wish he could live inside of you forever. You wish he would take you with him, your legs wrapped around him and just fuck him until the end of the world came.

With a powerful grunt, a hiss and a cuss the king of the seven kingdoms comes inside of you, delivering you your reward for your services in a big amount of deliciously sticky fresh cum straight from his cock. You cry out, screaming his name when coming as well, your cunny releasing more and more wetness to help Aegon during this conquest. He roars in approval and smirks when you are done screaming and only soft whimpers and moans remain. He buries himself as deep as he can and braces himself, giving it his all.

You wish to taste a bit so you suck off his cock for him once he has finished. Your lips also kiss both his balls, licking the two things to tease him.

He pats your head, adoring your loyalty. "Good girl. Gods, you learned a lot." You love his praise. You are still needy. You still need to come. You had Aegon....

That leaves Aemond. Your cunt arches for the mean son of a bitch. He smirks from across the room taking you in. You know you must compliment him first before getting what you need. "All thanks to Aemond. He taught me all I know."

Aemond is humble for a change. "A teacher is only as good as his student is. You sell yourself short, little bee. You were meant to take cocks." That last bit is insulting you. Aemond comes over to take in the damage. "Such a wet little cunny. And I see that there is the good sticky cum as well. You deserve a good reward for letting yourself get fucked like that."

"I do? I thought you didn't like rewarding me. No punishment is its own reward." You gasp when his tallest finger goes inside of you, testing how wet you still are.

He makes disapproving little grunts. "O, o, little bee..." You must be so dirty for him.

You lower your head in shame. "I am sorry, my prince."

He pushes his fingers out of you and into your face. "Clean my fingers for me."

"Yes, my Prince." You say, sucking his fingers off for him. Aegon watches fascinated.

Aemond ignores him. "Do you wish for my cock?" You do. You wish it so bad.

"Y-yes, my prince. I wish for your cock."

He is not done torturing you. "How do you wish for my cock?"

You aren't either and describe the dirtiest thing you can, hoping to arouse him so bad that he takes you here and now, fucking that wet cunt of yours bloody. "I wish it inside of me, sturdy as a ancient tree that can't be moved. I wish to be owned and taken as your slave, as your pathetic brainless bitch. I want you to take me as if we are enemies and you finally conquered me. I want you to fuck and owne me as if i was the one who took your eye."

He hisses, clearly aroused. "Yes, to all of that but the the last. You deserve no ire for that. You would never hurt me. I know you wouldn't." You are touched and surprised but he finally enters.

You moan before he has even moved a inch. "Aemond..." "My prince."

He bucks soft, teasing. "Nhn..O..." You moan pathetically.

Aemond chuckles. "I love how wet you are. You are always so soaked when you have two men. You crave for two, little bee."

You do. You agree with everything he says now. You need him. "O, o yes..."

Aemond's cock trusts a little deeper causing you to see little spots of dark on your vision as you softly pant as a dog being fucked by another dog. "Did you know that there is one female in a hive of bees? She is called the queen. She lies with the rest of all other men, granting them children. They do her biding. They let themselves get owned as little slaves." You like that idea. You being passed around as a queen, serving both Aemond and Aegon, granting them children left and right...

"Y-Yes." You say, eager for that fantasy. You'd love nothing less but the old days how this once all started.

Aemond chuckles souless. "We will never do that with you. You are our little slave. Not the other way around." The cock bucks and you are quick to agree by nodding.

He is so dark and groans. You know he will have one final request and you best behave if you want his cock. "Tell us. Say it."

You nod saying these words that damage your self respect. "I am your little slave." Aemond's cock sinks deeper, but is pushed up last second as if he accidently slipped.

"Tell my brother too."

You look at Aegon who watches the two of you fascinated. You tell him the same word as you told Aemond. 'I am your little slave."

"Good. Now, slaves? Slaves get fucked so brutally. They don't enjoy themselves when they are fucked. They hate every moment of their servitude to their masters." He describes rape. You know it in your heart. This isn't rape. You enjoy yourself. You love them. A slave never would love her master. A slave would never enjoy rape. You know it is too complicated for this to be simple slave and master things. You love them both.

"B-but I love serving. I love being fucked." You blush the moment you confessed it.

Aemond chuckles delighted by your stupidity. "I know, my little bee. You are a special kind of slave. You are a whore. A wonderful whore who me and Aegon saved from ruin." You realize he is right but you don't mind.

"You owne us everything. Your cunt, your breasts, your ass, your pathetic useless life..." The cock slides deeper and you moan.

"O, o yes I do. I do." You quickly mutter eager to get fucked. "My prince, I am...I am nearing. Please consider..."

Aemond is nearing as well. His voice is deeper and darker. "You will refer to me as your master from now on."

You cry out. "My master. I need you, I need to be owned as the pathetic whore I am. I wish to feel your cock inside of me and I want you to fill me with cum until there is nothing left."

Aemond grabs your throat, spreading your legs wrapping them around his waist. You are entered and pentered once more by a good big valyrian cock. The head pushes in, taking you, exploring your depths. You buck helplessly against Aemonds front, slowly feeling your will and power disappear.

Aemond waits until you are drained of will and only lay there helpless as a whore. Your hands are kissed before he brings his cock deeper inside of you causing you to cry. It only becomes harder and deeper and your cries become louder and harder as well.

"You belong to us. This belongs to us." He fucks you brutally and you can only cry and tear up. You enjoy yourself. You need him. You submit fully to him.

"I am yours, Aemond of house Targaryen. Do with me as you please."

He does not let you tell him twice. He dives on top of you, nailing you down from behind. Your legs are spread and cruelly bended and you are owned as a whore. You have little say in the matter and can only gasp and moan in pain and pleasure as Aemond does most of the work.

He grunts groans and finally he comes, filling you with a good fresh load of warm delicious seed. You are stuffed up as a pea and you love every moment of it. You pant happily and catch your breath.

Aemond drops himself next to you and brings his fingers to your cunt, shoving one inside of you. He is tired but he never would consider sleeping with you....

Would he?

Aegon watches with jealousy as you snuggle up to Aemonds chest, placing your head on his chest. He joins the other side of the bed and also pushes a finger inside of you.

Aemond starts to push and pull, causing you to softly gasp. Aegon does the exact same and you are caught in the crossfire of their jealously. You are fucked by their fingers, just two of them but the thought that this mere ownership and pathetic jealously that is what causes you to finish a tirth time that night. You are finally stafsfied. "Thank you both, masters. Good night."

"Goodnight, little bee." Aemond says a bit grumpy. He forces his finger back inside of you. You gasp as Aegon does the same thing once more.

"Masters, I can't sleep..." with something inside of you.

Aemond growls. "You will. You will sleep with this inside of you. You will sleep. Do you hear me?" You nod weakly.

Aemond turns on his side and is off to sleep not much later. You notice his finger has slipped out, so you obediently push one back inside of you. You pick his tallest finger.

"Goodnight, my little slut." Aegon chuckles after much consideration. You wonder if he was going to call you something else.

"Goodnight my King." You mutter before leaving a kiss on his chest. You watch him blush before he turns away very quickly, turning on his right side. You sigh with both their backs turned to you. You push the fingers a little deeper and fall asleep with their fingers gently fucking your spend little cunny.

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a/n

i never saw three people that need therapy more than they do-

I hope you enjoyed i wasnt going to eat anything before i made this so now i can eat:) (its not as bad as it sounds im not very hungry)

[totallynotbat]

28 - Massage 

Prompt: Phil’s back is really hurting, mainly due to accidental back posture. Tommy and Wilbur decide to help. (IRL!)

Phil was sitting on his desk chair in his office, squirming around in his place a bit, followed by him putting his hand on his back.

“Phil, are you okay?” Tommy asked, sitting on the bed.

“Yeah, I’m good mate.” Phil brushed it off, slightly more tense than usual.

“Are you sure?” Tommy asked again, looking at Wilbur who had a concerned look on his face. 

“Yes.” Phil spoke, slightly annoyed, followed by Wilbur spinning the chair so that way Phil was facing him and Tommy. 

“Okay stop, what’s up with you?” Wilbur asked, quickly squeezing Phil’s back. “You are all tensed up.” 

“Ugh, back has been sore the past few days, could be from the way I’m streaming.” Phil explained, rubbing the area Wilbur touched. 

“Could be from your posture.” Wilbur spoke. “Let us help you, if you allow us too.” Wilbur looked at Tommy, who nodded.

Phil just silently nodded in response. 

Wilbur moved Phil down to the floor, Phil sitting with legs out, gently being placed near Wilbur’s chest, Wilbur placing his hands on his shoulders. Tommy putting his hand on Phil’s wrist for support. 

“Alright, here we go.” Wilbur stated, gently rubbing firmly against Phil’s back with his fist. Phil gasped, as he relaxed to the touch, he needed that, clearly. 

“Is this okay?” Wilbur asked, rubbing his thumbs into the upper area of his back, right near his spine, feeling the muscles relax. 

“Yeah…” Phil smiled, eyes closed shut a bit, he could’ve fallen asleep right then and there. 

Wilbur moved his hand up to gently rub where the middle of his spine was, making the older flinch with a squeak.

Wilbur and Tommy paused looking at Philza, who looked right back at them, ah shit.

“What was that?” Wilbur stated with an eyebrow raise. 

“Nothing…it was nothHIHING!” Phil’s words were cut off by another squeal, Wilbur tracing his hand lightly at the same area. 

“Oh my gods! You have a ticklish back?!” Tommy asked with a laugh. “That’s adorable!” 

“No, I don’t…!” Phil squirmed, smiling.

“Oh I think he does. Let’s test that shall we?” Wilbur smirked, and before Phil could do anything, Tommy already sat on his legs, preventing him from moving.

Wilbur started doing light traces on his back, and Phil just broke into giggles immediately, crumbling like a sack of bricks. Wilbur and Tommy cooing made the older go red a bit, attempting to hide his face into his hands.

“Nope! No hiding giggles!” Tommy grabbed Phil’s wrists holding them away. Phil seeing Tommy’s grinning face. 

“Hiii!” Tommy grinned.

“Hehehe! Hiii!” Phil giggled back from the gentle scribbles on his back. 

Wilbur fluttered his fingers against Phil’s back, down to the back of his ribs making the older giggle, Wilbur wiggling his fingers near the area again, making Phil squirm. 

"This is why you need to sit properly, Phil. Now look what you got yourself into~" Wilbur teased, softly scratching his back.

“Shuhuhut up!” Phil whined.

“Shut up? Oh you’re so in for it mister!” 

Wilbur wiggled his fingers on Phil’s ribs, scratching between Phil’s senstive bones. Phil cackled loudly, squirming left and right, attempting to get away was failing.

“HAHAHA! WIL-TOMMY! NAHAHAT THERE!” Phil screamed, wiggling around as Tommy moved his fingers against Phil’s stomach. 

“Oooh! Found some good spots!” Tommy smirked, wiggling his nails against the skin, making the older squeal. 

“I cannot believe the Philza Minecraft is ticklish! Can you believe it Tommy?” Wilbur teased.

“No I cannot! Especially rightttt here!” Tommy scribbled at his stomach, making the older cackle and giggle loudly. 

“Nooooo!” Phil giggled with a small whine.

“Oh? You’re not ticklish?” Tommy smirked. “Then why are you laughing?” He poked at Phil’s belly, Phil squeaked and flinched away right into Wilbur’s hold.

Wilbur lifted Phil’s arms above his head, Tommy sitting in front of Phil, wiggling his fingers near Phil’s stomach, making Phil flinch with a slight yelp, looking back and noticing Tommy barley touched him, just wiggling his fingers above his stomach. 

“You little shihihit…” Phil giggled. Tommy smiling down at the older.

“Alright Alright, I’ll stop the teasing.” Tommy smiled, resting his hands on Phil’s stomach, ready to pounce. “Ready?” 

“Mhm…” Phil said with a wobbly smile. 

“Alright, here we go.” Tommy spoke, then immediately began tickling Phil’s underarms! 

“PFFT-HAHA! TOMMY! HAHAHAHA!” Phil couldn’t even respond through his loud happy cackles, squirming around in Wilbur’s hold. 

“Jesus Christ Phil, you’re like a bull!” Wilbur chuckled, struggling a bit to hold the squirming man.

“ITIT TICKLES!” Phil cackled, wheezing, there’s his genuine laugh.

“Well, duh, it’s supposed to tickle.” Tommy teased, scribbling at his sides. “Kitchy kitchy coo!”

Phil laughed, cackling up a storm. Managing to break free from Wilbur’s hold, attempting to push Tommy away, his hands on Tommys shoulders. “PLEASE-STOP-!” 

Tommy smiled, gently pulling Phil close in a small hug, Wilbur rubbing his back, to Phil it felt like a bird getting their wings preened, Phil attempted to hide his face, with Tommy smiling at him. 

“Phil, it’s okay, not gonna hurt you.” Tommy spoke, reaching his hand down to scratch his midriff. Phil giggled softly, Tommy scribbling at the back of his neck with one hand while the other tickled his lower belly, which in response, Phil lifted his head up, resting his chin on Tommy’s left shoulder, attempting to contain his laugh. 

Wilbur sat in front of Phil. “He’s holding his laugh in, we need to crack him open.” 

Tommy smirked, reaching a hand to tickle the side of his neck. And immediately broke Phil, within two seconds he was giggling. 

“Nahahat neheheck tickles!” Phil giggled. 

“Yesss neck tickles!” Tommy teased, blowing a small raspberry onto his neck.

“Hehehehehehe! Nohoho!” Phil smiled as he leaned into Tommy, resting his head on his shoulder. 

“I wanna try something, for a grand finale.” Wilbur smiled, Tommy leaning Phil back, lifting his shirt up, showing his stomach. 

“Ready?” Wilbur asked, Phil nodding with a slight grin.

Wilbur and Tommy both moved their hands to flutter their fingers on the olders stomach, making small traces near his bellybutton.

“PFFT-! HAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!” Phil laughed wildly.

Wilbur cooed, wiggling a finger into his bellybutton, making the older cackle, giggling as Tommy continued tickling near the area. Once Wilbur removed his finger, Tommy wiggled his finger in, his being more faster than the other, Phil was practically wheezing at this point.

“Alright, one more thing.” Wilbur spoke, looking at Tommy before speaking. “One…two…three!” 

At the same time, Wilbur and Tommy blew rassberries on Phil’s bellybutton. Phil screamed, tears of mirth at the corner of his eyes, cackling. 

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! BOYS! IHIHI CAHAHANT! PLEASE! STOHOHOP!” Phil wheezed, pounding a fist on the floor. 

Wilbur and Tommy chuckled before stopping, rubbing away the ghost tickles. 

“There you go, you’re okay.” Tommy cooed.

“Hehehehe…!” Phil giggled as the tingling faded from his body. Wilbur and Tommy grinned, helping Phil stand up. 

“Feeling better?” Wilbur asked.

“Yeah…thank you…” Phil mumbled. “Love you guys.”

“Love you too Dadza.”

[julyzaa]

I love seeing characters with port wine stains (red flat birthmarks) as i have them thanks to something called Sturge-Weber Syndrome.

But i need y'all to do your research on that because often (in my case and those who i know also have them) its just more than just a red mark on your skin you give your character to do the uwu i am so unattractive and not like other girls bullshit

The ones on your face and head are usually caused by Sturge-Weber Syndrome and come with more than just the marks.

Basic Shit you need to know

Some shrink with age(some of mine have)

Some don't

When you are feeling too hot they turn redder

Also when you cry and sometimes when you get mad

Any cuts or zits will have you bleeding more than a normal amount on account of it being caused by inflamed blood vessels

Sometimes they are not flat and are swollen (those tend to be more sensitive)

They can also come in purple and blue( called Mongolian spots)

Almost always they come with senstive skin (i am super picky about anything i put on my skin because anything triggers uncomfortable peeling and acne)

There are procedures to shrink them faster with laser therapy (I've done it because texas medicaid covers it, its like being pressed with hot thorns and you need an ice pack afterwards)

On the more mild cases when they are near your brain and eyes you can have eye sight problems(specifically glaucoma)and migrains(i have that)

More severe cases have parálisis, blindness and even death (i was misdiagnosed with that as a kid because i appear to show signs for it)

No one really knows what causes them but can be genetic and be on different places (one of my nephews has one on his lower back another had it on the top of his head)

Most babies have them but it goes away

Tans can hide some of it, as they are more prominent on fair skin(my skin tone is a light tan, but i tan easily and you can hardly see the ones on my arms and legs)

Your face will never tan evenly

Green primer is a must-have in your makeup kit

Stop making your caharcters who have them have the uwu i have a birthmark on my face and i think i am unattractive, its not helping us at all and half the time you're actually being ableist and also an ignorant bitch

If you have them too feel free to add something i missed, i only put what i know and personally have

[wakandamama]

I crave to cause more ebony violence.

WASH N' GOS ARE FUCKIN TRASH

EVERY AFRICAN BLACK SOAP SOLD IN AMERICA IS A FUCKING SCAM AND WE NEED TO STOP PUSHING FOR IT OVER SOME REGULAR ASS DOVE SENSTIVE SKIN

THE CHOKE HOLD OPRAH AND TYLER PERRY GOT ON YALL IS FUCKIN ATROCIOUS

USING COCONUT OIL OR TEA TREE OIL FOR EVEYTHING AT EVERYTIME AINT THE FUCKING MOVE

VASELINE DOES AINT SHIT IF YOU AINT PROPERLY ADDING WATER BASED MOISTURE UNDERNEATH

Some of yall and by some of yall I mean atleast 85% of yall AINT BUILT FOR ANY KINDA LOCS BUT ESPECIALLY WICKS/FREEFORUM LOCS

Idris Elba is Mid.

MARTIN WAS MID. ALL THE BLACK SITCOMS OF THE TIME AND YALL WANNA BASS BOOSTED MARTIN???

LETTING CIS BLACK MEN GET AHOLD OF WIGS FOR THE PURPOSE OF COMEDY WAS A FUCKING MISTAKE,

STOP ADDING OLD BAY ON TOP OF SHIT YOUVE ALREADY SEASONED WITH EVERYTHING ELSE!!! LIKE ALL TH3 SHIT IN OLD BAY IS ALREADY ON THE FOOD, WHY WE OVER REACHING WITH IT?!?!

We need to stop putting Black men into positions of leadership in activism. Yall mfs let too many things slip in, and cave too quick for my liking. Plus taking advantage of the work, dedication and turmoil of Black women is still yall favorite past time and I cant fucks wit it.

WE GAS UP SPORTS TOO MUCH IN OUR OWN COMMUNITY ANR CULTURE THATS WHY THESE WHITE SPORT ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRIES KEEP TAKING ADVANTAGE OF BLACK FOLKS WITH NO COMMUNITY RETURNS

Let me stop my sniper outside 🤭

Also if you baking soda colored DNI

[nanakasaa]

everything between them - eren x mikasa

pairing: eren x mikasa

words count: 1.4k

summary: eren and mikasa arrive earlier than everyone to jaeger’s camp house and they just happen to know how to spend their time the best way possible.

cw: nsfw, oral sex (m receiving), slight dumbification, unestablished relationship

note: so guys it was super spontaneous and I wrote it in notes on my phone in like 30 minutes or so. and I might write a longer and more detailed version of this or a part two. i would also appreciate your feedback! thanks for reading!

it was mikasa who started it.

of course it was her. always needy and desperate for eren. for his touches. for his affection that never failed to drive her crazy; to make her drunk. to make her think that in a whole world it was only eren for her. and in a way it was.

they arrived at jaeger’s camp house earlier than anyone else. armin had some unfinished assignments for some smart ass class he was taking this year. he said he needed to submit it before they all go up in the mountains and he would be torn between enjoying his time with his two best friends and his family or being locked up in the house. but eren knew him better than this and the slight pink shade of armin’s cheeks when he promised he would be there, just two days later, didn't really help him. the true reason probably was a blonde girl who happened to rent an apartment in the same building as eren and armin did. but as a good friend, eren just nodded, pretending he didn’t know shit and asked him not to be too late or he would miss all the fun.

eren’s family,  levi and armin’s grandpa unfortunately couldn’t make it on time too. since the road to the camp village had to be blocked due to heavy snowfall. with no overpass they all had to stay at some road motel and mikasa joked about how filthy levi must be feeling.

so it left only the two of them alone in the house they spent half of their lives.

but as it always happened in mikasa’s presence all those things suddenly became meaningless to eren. the second she got on her knees in front of him, he completely…

“oh shit...mikasa...fuck!” he spits out almost harshly as his legs tremble when she swirls her hot tongue around his tip.

he is almost afraid to look down at her. afraid he would just come undone if he meets her innocent gray eyes. if he sees her cute mouth stuffed with his cock.

holy fucking hell.

the things she does to him.

eren didn’t even remember when they moved from best friends to lovers. or were they just friends with benefits since they never established whatever relationship they had between them now? he stopped seeing other girls when they first kissed and he was sure mikasa wasn’t really going out with anyone before. at least she never told him.

and without much conversation they somehow decided to keep it all secret. not telling anyone of what they were really doing in mikasa’s apartment every other day besides quick study sesh. and this mutual concealment they both shared brought them impossible closer to each other. intimacy and fondness, as well as thousands of other feelings,

but eren wishes he knew what was all this between them. if he could really call mikasa his.

until then…

“just like that, miks,” he can’t bring himself to say her full name now and when he hears her moaning, voice muffled, at his praise, he blindly reaches his hand out grabbing at her silky hair firmly.

mikasa started off with long, slow licks from top to bottom, her tongue giving particular attention to that prominent vein on the right side of his dick. just how she knew he liked it. slow and nice. she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her mouth already, but she didn’t want to rush. not now when they got this precious extra time alone together.

and that’s how after teasing, licking and sloppy wet kisses she pressed all along his cock, she got eren hot and trembling. by now his only desire was probably just to grab her head and fuck her. slam himself into her mouth. she would let him. just a little bit later. for now she wanted him to herself.

she soothes him, kissing his tanned skin of his inner thighs, her hand reaching out to grab him. eren groans at the contact and mikasa looks up just to see him looking down at her this time.

it is intoxicating.

his pretty green eyes.

heavy breaths he lets out through his parted mouth.

but more it’s the aura around him.

dark and twisted.

filled with lust.

trailing wet sloppy kisses across his thighs mikasa slowly pumps him. her hand smeared with a mix of his precum and her saliva from her short-cutted intercourse before . it helps her move her hand effortlessly against him until her mouth reaches his length again and she presses kisses to its tip, finally taking him between her lips once again.

she likes to watch him in a moment like this. so aroused and so senstive. but it is the thought that he is like that because of her that makes her take his cock deeper in her mouth. and as much as his body reacts to it, hers is doing exactly the same. cause for mikasa sucking him off is not only for his pleasure. it’s for hers too. so it’s to no one’s surprise when she feels a burning need that goes straight between her legs. aching to be touched, filled, licked… anything.

anything would do now.

so she takes it further, putting her left arm on his thigh for support as she welcomes his cock as deep as she can take him. her right hand jerking around what she can’t welcome into her mouth.

and suddenly it gets too much for eren, but not really enough.

he wants more. he craves more of her.

eren shudders. and then the next moment he is shaking both of his hands stretching out to grab a fistful of mikasa’s dark hair. and before he pulls her off of him, eren pushes her all the way down. and she is choking and gagging and her whole body is trembling. she tries to say something and maybe to pull him away because her hands are in the air and her scream is indistinct, but eren is quick to react.

“fucking hell! fuck!” he still holds her hair in his hands as he speaks in low thick with arousal voice.

after some seconds and heavy breaths his gaze travels to her hunching figure next to his legs. her breath is unsteady and as much as he can see her her chin is glistening with saliva. it’s fucking messy and he loves it.

he loves her.

the overwhelming feeling makes him soft and he moves his hands to hold her face. his thumbs gently rubbing circles around her cheeks, soothing her. and when mikasa is almost calm, eren brings himself closer to her. his full lips hovering over hers which are terribly pink and plump.

“you are gorgeous. so so gorgeous.” eren doesn’t really think that this an appropriate thing to say right now. not after he forcefully slammed his cock into her throat.

mikasa lets out a small giggle. she probably doesn’t consider his little praise a suitable thing to say either. not when the insides of her neck hurt from his sudden move a minute ago. not when she can still feel him on her mouth. but maybe she’s already too fucked out to even understand this.

“i want you, mikasa.” eren mumbles, running his hands through her hair on the either side of her head. “i want to make you feel good. will you let me?”

“yeah.” mikasa says in a hushed voice and this is all he needs to hear. “yeah. please. i need…”

but she doesn’t finish the sentence. and the unspoken words burn his tongue when he kisses her.

they could save all those talks for later.

for now he wants nothing more than to feel her on his cock.

to make her his again.

to fill her tight cunt with his seed.

to hear her whines and moans. to hear his broken name coming out from her lips.

to have her in his arms after they are done.

to watch her fall asleep.

they can talk later about their relationship.

well, they have all the time in the world plus a week in jaeger’s camp house, don’t they?

who knows what can happen in a week?

[chokemeanakin]

Okay so I was thinking maybe something along the lines of fluffy Anakin coming home from a long mission and just wanting to be held and loved on by his significant other? I was thinking of stuff like running fingers through hair, forehead kisses, gentle caresses and the like please! Thank you love!

Thank you for the request! I had such a good time writing it 🥰 (also I totally wasn’t scream-crying to Miley Cyrus’s ‘Look at You’ the whole time🥴🤫)

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Loving on You - Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader

You had been waiting for Anakin’s arrival all day, excited to see your secret lover after he had been deployed on a mission for two whole weeks. You were in the middle of volunteering to guard the Jedi archives when he returned, and every second you weren’t running toward the star-fighter hangar was a second more that your patience was stretching thin. Jocasta Nu ended up setting you free early, noting the way you were antsily fidgeting and looking towards the windows.

An hour had passed since he arrived, and you were just leaving the archives. He must be finishing up his report to the Council, so you headed that way. Coincidentally, you ran into his master on your way over, almost smacking straight into him.

“Obi-Wan!” you exclaimed, out of breath. “I saw you and Anakin just got back from your mission. Do you know where he is?”

Something was off. The lines in Obi-Wan’s face looked deeper, eyebags more prominent, and the light wasn’t really reaching his eyes. He tilted his head behind him, gesturing to the dorm rooms.

“Unfortunately, you just missed him,” he sighed, “I believe he went looking for you in your room.”

“Are… are you alright?”

Obi-Wan forced a smile onto his face, although you could tell it took effort. “I’m just fine. Although I don’t think I can say the same for Anakin.”

Your blood immediately ran cold. “What happened? Did he get hurt?”

“No, no, he’s not injured. The mission was just… upsetting for him. I’m sure he’ll want to tell you about it.”

You blew out a breath of relief and then put a comforting hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I’ll let you get some rest then. See you tomorrow.”

He bowed his head at you and you went your separate ways. As soon as you turned the corner, you bounded down the hallways to your room. Closing the door behind you, excitement grew in your veins as you saw the soft glow of a light on in the living room. He was home.

You walked into the living room, not seeing anyone except for a metal ball floating a couple inches above the couch. Peering over the back, you saw Anakin lying down, floating the decoration around with a hard look on his face. He was still dressed in all of his Jedi gear, not even bothering to take off his boots.

“Hi,” you hugged the back of the couch, smiling down at Anakin with your chin on your hands.

As always, the feeling of seeing his face after so long sent warmth down your spine. There was always that fear, no matter how many times he assured you otherwise, that one of these days he would not come back from a mission. It kept you up on the nights he was too busy to send you a hologram message letting you know he was okay, and you found you had to throw yourself into miscellaneous projects to keep your mind off of worst-case scenarios while he was gone. Staying busy was your only way to cope with the fear... But oh, how sweet it was to know he was here now.

Anakin’s lips twitched into a tiny smile of acknowledgement before it disappeared. “Hi, my love.”

Your face fell. Yeah… Obi-Wan was right. Anakin was upset, and you were gaging that it was a sad kind of upset this time. You were used to his anger and frustration, but you’d be lying if you said his sorrow scared you the most. He could fall to such extreme lows, it was almost impossible for even you to pull him back. It really didn’t help that you were shit at dealing with emotions either.

You bit your lip, looking at the ball he was floating around in the air. “I heard the mission was tough.”

“We were successful,” Anakin huffed lightly and caught the ball in his hand, placing it on the table beside him. “Or at least, the Council seems to think so.”

“What happened?”

He began to pick at thread from the sleeve of his Jedi robe. “We took back the alliance with Lim’Shor. Drove the Separatists away. Dooku escaped before we could intercept his ship… which is typical.”

“So…” you tilted your head. You still weren’t sure what had him in such a forlorn mood.

Anakin played with his hands in his lap, twisting and pulling at the sleeves of his robe. He was frowning, not the usual boy who was usually so full of life and excitement after completing a mission.

“Lim’Shor is in the outer rims. A lawless planet where slavery is common. Even with this alliance… it’s not under Republic rule.” He paused, jaw clenching. “While we could help keep the Separatist’s oppression at bay, there was nothing we could do to help themselves.”

Oh. Fuck.

Anakin was very senstive toward the topic of slavery-- rightfully so. With his troubled past, and what happened to his mother… you couldn’t even imagine the pain and anger it had caused him, and still plagues him to this day. The nightmares, the grief, the unbridled rage. You had seen it all, those terrible side effects of living through such a horrendous practice. It was no small miracle he had turned out to be the kind, golden-hearted man he was today-- and no wonder why he was so upset right now.

You made your way to the front of the couch, pushing the table away so that you could sit on the floor before Anakin. Although he wouldn’t look at you, the guilt swimming in his eyes broke your heart.

“They’re right. There’s nothing you can do-- not yet, at least,” you offered quietly. “With the war going on, you can see why the Council needed you here. But once it’s all over, we can go back. We can free all the slaves, everywhere, just like you’ve always dreamed of doing.”

Anakin finally turned to look at you. There was a sparkle in his eye, and you were afraid it was a tear, but he was also smiling. It was a tiny, weak smile, but it was there.

“I would love nothing more,” he whispered, caressing your cheek with his finger. “Come here.”

He scoot over on the couch-- which was actually quite big to begin with-- so that you had room to slide on beside him. You were hesitant to touch him, seeing as how you liked your distance when you were hurting, but Anakin was the one that pulled you into him. He ducked his head and buried himself into your neck, breathing you in.

“We’re going to do it, I swear we will,” Anakin mumbled into your skin. “Every slave out there… we’re going to free them all someday.”

You couldn’t help but tighten your arms around his back, crushing him to your body. You wanted to take his past away, all the hurt he’s experienced, all his tormented memories, and the anguish of losing his mother. Your heart ached for the man in your arms, who always pretended to be so strong for others, but who you knew was secretly crumbling inside. He felt too much, too strongly, all the time. If only you could even take a fraction of that pain away…

“We will,” you vowed, rubbing your hand up and down the space between his shoulder blades. You didn’t think you could say anything else without your voice giving away the emotion building up in your eyes, so you settled for kissing his forehead, long and warm and lingering -- a promise.

You counted Anakin’s breaths as you felt them on your collarbone. Each one, you cherished with your whole being. He was here, he was safe, and he was broken but healing. He was in your arms, and you would do everything in your power to make sure he always made it back there.

You’re pretty sure Anakin fell asleep around breath number 102 or 103. Somewhere along the way, your hand had drifted to play with the soft curls at the base of his neck. He had shivered at the feeling, burying his head deeper into you. Now, his breathing was deep and even, and you thanked whatever Maker was out there that you were lucky enough to have this beautiful man, safe and sleeping in your arms.

*******************************************************

You stayed awake for hours, letting Anakin nap in your embrace before he slowly blinked his eyes opened and peered up at you blearily.

“How long have we been here? You must be so uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m perfect,” you ran your hands through his hair, messing up his curls so that they’d stick out at odd angles.

“Still, I should get off of you and take a shower.”

You didn’t want to let him go, but you got off the couch per his request and accepted the kiss he left on your hand before he left to wash up. You immediately felt cold without his body pressed against yours, already missing his presence.

While you waited for him to get out of the shower, you prepared some tea and jelly toast for him, almost certain he had had nothing to eat in the last week but those little nutrient balls he carried in the compact in his belt. You still didn’t understand how he could stand them.

You walked into your room where Anakin was shirtless, sporting nothing but his loose fitting sleep pants that now hung low on his hips. You tried to stop yourself from staring at his v-line as he ran the towel through his hair, drying it messily before throwing the towel in the hamper. He looked surprised when you handed him the food.

“For me?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I thought you’d be hungry.”

Anakin set the plate of toast on the bedside table so he had a free hand to pull you close to him by your waist. He leaned down so he could kiss you, his lips pillowy and soft and heavenly after not feeling them against yours for so long. It was only meant to be a thank you kiss, but, well, you’ll take the blame this time for getting carried away.

You sighed in relief, melting into his figure as you traced the hard planes of his body with your fingertips. His bare skin was warm under your touch, muscles quivering with each pass of your hand. One day, you would spend hours mapping him out with your mouth. For now, you ran your hands down his chest, exploring the crevices between his abs, dipping into his v-line. He shivered at the feeling, setting the mug of tea down as well before sitting back onto the bed and pulling you with him.

You had no qualms about it. Kissing him was something you would never get tired of. When he pulled back so he could breathe, you continued planting kisses all over his face-- his forehead, cheekbones, nose, chin, jaw. He scrunched his face up and laughed, cupping your face between his hands and pushing you back.

“Miss me much?”

“You have no idea,” you weren’t even ashamed, pushing forward to kiss him again. You decided to deepen the kiss, tongue darting out to tease Anakin’s bottom lip, slipping into his mouth and tasting him for the first time in weeks. Oh God, you were in love. The warmth of him, the smell of him, the taste of him-- your head was filled with him, you were drowning in him. Him, him, him.

You traced his jawline with your fingertips as you slotted your lips with his, smoothing his eyebrow down with your thumb. Even the littlest touches had him turn to jelly in your hands.

Jelly…

You pulled back begrudgingly, his panting breaths on your lips testing your self-control by the second. “As much as I’m enjoying this, you need to eat.”

“I’ll be fast,” Anakin promised, and then got to work. He tried to cheat by giving you half a slice of toast, but you pushed it back and gave him a pointed look.

“Okay, all done,” he finished off the tea and tossed the dishes onto the bedside table again. Then he shifted closer to you, tilting your chin up so he could reach your lips. “Now, where were we?”

[king-finnigan]

Play With Fire - part 2

People really seemed to want a sequel to the Geraskier Prison AU drabble I wrote yesterday, and I actually really loved the idea. So I did it, I wrote a sequel. And I will definitely write more cause I’m already loving this.

Title from Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz.

(FYI, if you want to be tagged in the next parts so you get a notification when they come out, let me know! Leave a comment or DM me or send me an ask, or something like that)

***

He stands there, frozen in the middle of his bedroom, hand still ghosting the place where his badge should’ve been. He’s not sure what to do - should he go back to the prison immediately and corner Jaskier, demanding his badge back? Or should he wait until the morning? Who knows what the little shit could do in the meantime, though, but if Geralt returns to the prison now, he’s sure to attract attention from the higher-ups, and he’ll have to explain the situation, certainly costing him his job.

He startles out of his thoughts when his phone rings, and something sinks in the pit of his stomach when he sees that it’s his boss. With trembling hands, he picks up, raising the phone to his ear.

“Mr. Palmer, how can I h-”

“One of the inmates has escaped.” Geralt closes his eyes, silently cursing himself as panic and horror wash over him. His boss continues: “And we know he used your badge to escape, since it’s been used after you left.”

“Sir, I-”

“You have five minutes to explain yourself, Rivia.”

Geralt wipes a hand over his face, swallowing thickly. Of course he can’t just say what happened - that would surely get him arrested. After all, getting into sexual situations with inmates is highly illegal, for good reason - cause shit like this might happen. He blinks, trying to come up with a credible story, when he remembers - hazily - the few minutes before... well...

“He was looking for a pencil. A yellow one, he said. He refused to leave, so I made a compromise that if we found the pencil, he would go to the dining room. He must’ve nicked my badge when we were looking for it.”

It’s quiet for a few moments on the other end of the line, and Geralt feels his heartbeat in his throat, hard and fast. 

“Look, sir, I am so sorry,” he continues, when the silence becomes unbearable, “I know I screwed up and I take full responsibility, I-”

“Oh, rest assured, Mr. Rivia,” his boss interrupts him, voice cold, “there will be consequences. Later. For now, get your ass back here. We’ve got a prisoner to catch.”

Mr. Palmer hangs up. Geralt sinks down on his bed, head in his hands, as the weight of the situation hits him. Not only is he certainly going to lose his job, and he probably won’t ever find another one after a screw-up of this magnitude, but now there’s also a murderer on the loose in the outside world, and any casualties that may come from that are his responsibility, his fault.

He curses himself for being so stupid, for being so careless. Not only did he fall for the tricks Jaskier played on him, but he also didn’t notice his badge missing until it was way too late. He sighs again, getting up, getting ready to go back to the prison and face what he’s done.

---

Four days later, the police find a dead man in a bar, stabbed in the neck with a broken beer bottle. The witnesses describe the murderer as a lean, young man, with brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a wicked grin.

Sure enough, they find Jaskier’s fingerprints on the neck of the bottle.

---

Two days after that, Geralt is sitting in an armchair, looking out of the window into the black night, lost in his thoughts.

Though the manhunt has been going on for six days now, they still haven’t found a trace of the prisoner - except for the dead body he left behind. No one seems to have seen him, and it’s almost like he just disappeared into thin air.

And it’s all Geralt’s fault, he knows. He’s sure to face some grave consequences the minute they capture Jaskier - if they capture Jaskier.

He frowns, pulled out of his thoughts when his phone rings. The caller ID simply says ‘unknown number’ and he blinks for a second, unsure of who it could be, before he picks up.

“Geralt Rivia,” he says.

“Good evening, sir.” He freezes, hands going numb, face slack, as he recognizes the voice that drawls into his ear.

“You,” he hisses. “Why are you calling me?”

“Oh, my, I thought you would be happy to hear from me.”

Geralt snarls. “Why the hell would I be happy?”

He can practically hear Jaskier shrug, before he hears a sigh on the other end of the phone. “It gets so lonely out here, you know that?” Another sigh. “I can’t stop thinking about the last time we saw each other.”

“When you stole my fucking badge and ruined my life?” He can’t keep the bite out of his voice. Rationally, he knows that if he sweet-talks Jaskier, he might get a hint about the young man’s whereabouts, but he’s too angry to take that into consideration, right now.

Jaskier sighs again, almost wistfully. “No, when you rutted against me like a wild animal. Too bad we were interrupted, I really would’ve liked to see what would’ve happened if we hadn’t been.”

Geralt closes his eyes, grinding his teeth as he tries to push away the memories of that evening, to suppress the slight arousal that stirs in him. He decides to change the subject.

“That man at the bar. Why’d you do it? Did he recognize you?”

Jaskier chuckles, low and deep. “No, he didn’t. As a matter of fact, I could’ve walked out of there and no one would’ve known that I was there that evening.”

“Then why?”

“He and his friends were talking about my wonderful little escape, and he said that the guard who’d let that happen was a moron. I couldn’t let that slide, of course.”

Geralt frowns, as the words start sinking in. “You killed him because he insulted me?”

“Why, yes,” he can practically hear the grin Jaskier must be wearing right now, “I knew you’d understand.”

“I- No, I don’t ‘understand’. You killed someone.”

“Yes, yes,” Jaskier sounds impatient, as if he doesn’t know what the fuss is about, “I killed someone. But I did it for you.”

Geralt sits there, frozen in his armchair, mind racing yet completely standing still at the same time. “Why? Why for me?”

“Because I love you.” Jaskier says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and Geralt frowns, wiping a hand over his face.

“No, you don’t. Killing for someone is not love. You barely even know me.”

“Don’t I?” Jaskier laughs again, softly, sincerely, voice like smooth silk against Geralt’s skin. “I know you only drink one cup of coffee in the morning because your stomach can’t handle more. I know you take said coffee with a lot of milk and three sugars, because you don’t like the bitter taste. You don’t like spice, either, you have a sensitive tongue. I know you wish you could get a dog, but the days at the prison are too long, and you don’t have the money. I know you’re senstive about the colour of your hair and eyes. I know your favourite colour is blue. I know you like my eyes because of that. I know you’re attracted to me, at the very least, and maybe you love me as well, but I’m not sure of that just yet-”

“Stop it,” Geralt says, face in one hand, the other trembling as he holds the phone to his ear, elbows on his knees.

Jaskier continues, unbothered. “I know you’d fuck me into next week if you had the chance-”

“Enough!” Geralt barks, taking deep, labored breaths. “Enough,” he says again, voice weak.

“Do you believe me now?” Jaskier asks, voice soft, sincere.

“Yes,” Geralt lies. “I believe you.”

“You’re a terrible liar, love.”

“Please,” Geralt whispers, voice laced with the pain and uncertainty he feels in his chest, “please just surrender. Go to the nearest police station, give yourself up. Please.”

Jaskier chuckles again. “I don’t think I will, love. I’m enjoying the outside world too much, and I just don’t feel like being stuck in a prison for the rest of my life.”

“It’s not for the rest of your life.”

“Oh, love, we both know it is. I’ve killed two people now, soon to be three, and we both know they’re never going to let me out, if I give myself up.”

Geralt frowns, lowering his hand from his eyes. “Wait. Soon to be three?”

Jaskier sighs, almost mournfully. “I have to go now, love. Until soon.”

“Wait!” Geralt shouts, panic building in his stomach. “What do you mean, soon to be three? Jaskier!” The phone clicks, and starts beeping incessantly into Geralt’s ear. Jaskier’s hung up. 

He resists the urge to throw his phone across the room, laying it on the table next to him, putting his head in his hands. 

Soon to be three. The words echo around his mind. Soon to be three.

---

Well enough, two days later, the cops find the body of Mr. Palmer, Geralt’s boss, sitting on the couch in his own living room, throat cut, eyes open and unseeing, staring ahead. 

They find a little note next to the body, Jaskier’s fingerprints all over it. ‘He won’t be bothering you anymore,’ it says. One of the cops asks Geralt if he knows what it means.

Geralt lies and says that he doesn’t.

He later finds out that Mr. Palmer never told anyone that Jaskier used Geralt’s badge to escape. Though, he knows it won’t be long until someone else finds out, knows he’ll get fired and probably arrested at some point, now that there are two people dead because of his inattention.

Someone else will figure out what happened, he knows, and Geralt dreads the day Jaskier finds out who it is.

[thenamesseven]

A/N: So this is the first request I wrote after a looong time, it is smut but this time our Jackson is not the one in control! This is my first time writing him as submissive so I hope it turned out well!

Genre: Smuuuuuut!

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: This is smut without a plot so if you’re not into that stuff better not read it!

Hope you like this anon!

Licking your lips you looked down at Jackson’s figure, shivering underneath you.

This situation was rare between the both of you, Jackson was usually the one in control when it came to sex but there were unique occasions when he would be either too tired or too needy to be the dominant one and oh, you so loved it to have him shivering and begging on those nights.

Specially tonight, Jackson had spent too much time at the studio thanks to the nearby comeback and that left little to no time for him to spend with you. Spending night after night by yourself, all you had to please your needs was your own hands and some toys that without Jackson being there with you were no to fun to use.

But when he showed up tonight, saying he had around a free week before all the performances and programs he would have to be in were scheduled, you knew the two of you needed to celebrate this and what was better than having sex with Jackson? Dominating him.

“Baby please” His voice came out weak, hoarse and in such a whiny tone that your wet pussy clenched around nothing making you bite down onto your lower lip harder to keep yourself quiet. “Please give me some release”

You had spent almost an entire hour teasing him, just messing around while the two of you undressed and tied him down onto the bed but Jackson was incredibly turned on. Let’s be honest, no matter how many times he could have jerked off this few days thinking about you, having you was always better than using his own hand.

“But baby, I haven’t even started yet” You pouted teasingly, slowly rubbing your wet entrance against his strong thigh, the one you were currently straddling. Jackson felt himself losing it when your wetness stained his skin, he loved it when you got dirty, it was one of his biggest kinks.

“Have some mercy on me, won’t you? You know I would have fucked you every single night of this week if I hadn’t had that much work” You knew what he was doing, he was teasing you back, making you lose your cool so you would give him what he wanted already.

Smiling, you leaned down, slightly pressing your chest against his, making he hiss when your nipples touched his. “Mhmm, but you didn’t” You whined in a playful tone, lips coming down to his ear right before you started nibbling on his earlobe “I was all alone and lonely here” You kept talking, lips descending down his neck while your tongue came out sometimes to caress and taste his skin “Pleasuring myself in this bed” Jackson shivered at your words, biting onto his lower lip when your mouth reached his chest moving towards his abs “Wishing my boyfriend was here...To fuck me aaaaall night long” You made small pauses between each word, tongue licking his hard abs.

“Baby girl, you don’t know how bad I’ve wanted you all this time” He whispered, looking down at you, eyes glued to your tongue as it kept licking down to his lower stomach “I’ve jacked off so many time thinking about that wet and tight pussy of yours”

You couldn’t help but moan at Jackson’s words, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted though, no matter how much he turned you on. “Well, you’ll get my mouth for now”

Before Jackson could complain about your decision, you took his shaft into your hand and guided it into your mouth while making eye contact with your boyfriend. The moan that he let out would surely have the neighbors complaining later but you honestly couldn’t care less about it right now, you loved when he was loud, god the sounds he made was your biggest kink.

“Fuck (Y/N)” He said in an even huskier voice, arms tensing up since he couldn’t reach down to run his fingers through your smooth hair.

You only hummed in response, keeping your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking so hard that your cheeks became hollow, stealing more moans from the back of his throat. Jackson let out a trail of breathless swearings, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you moved your head down to suck him a little deeper and your boyfriend defintely lost it.

Looking up to meet his eyes you couldn’t help but smile slyly when you realized his head had fallen back onto the pillow, the muscles of his arms were still tense since he kept trying to reach down and grip your hair like he always did when you two found yourselves in this situation. No matter how much Jackson kept begging, you kept sucking him, moving your head slowly and keeping your eyes on his face. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with only the view of your boyfriend, sweating and panting on the bed thanks to what you were doing to him. 

Taking a deep breath you lowered your head as much as you could, deep throating Jackson. God, you almost came hearing him moan your name. “Please” He begged again, using the last bit of strength he had in his body to look up at you.

Releasing the head of his cock with a pop, you looked back at him, a smirk on your face as you kept stroking him “Please what baby?” You asked smiling when you felt some pre cum bathing his tip. Jackson was starting to lose it and you loved it

“Fuck me babe” The way he said those words had you clenching once again, making you bite your lower lip harder in order to not moan “Let me touch you, I need it...I want it so so bad babygirl”

With a small smile, you moved closer to him, straddling Jackson’s body once again. He groaned when your wet pussy landed on his hard stomach, his chest moving up and down breathlessly as you reached over to undo the silk knot that had his hands glued to the headboard. Jackson licked his lips at the view of your breasts being so close to his face, he knew you were doing all of this on purpose and he loved how big of a tease you could be when you wanted.

As soon as you freed his hands they moved down onto your ass, forcing your hips to rock back and forth on his body, staining his lower stomach even more with your sexual juices.

“Come on baby, please” His whiny voice made you chuckle, he was so desperate and yet he looked so fucking hot, you should do this more often, watching Jackson lose his shit was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

Not willing to make the poor boy wait anymore, you slid yourself lower until you could feel the tip of his cock poking your wet entrance. The both of you inevitably gasped at the contact, hearts pounding against both of your chests as you finally got to the most awaited moment. You’ve missed having him inside of you so much that you probably were as desperate as Jackson to get fucked...Good thing you were better at hiding it than he was.

Positioning yourself, you close your eyes, slowly sliding yourself down onto his cock. You felt Jackson’s body tensing up underneath yours, his strong and big hands gripping your soft thighs in a warning to slow down. Releasing a shaky sigh, you opened your eyes to look at him, the sight turning you on even more.

Jackson laid there all sweaty and frustrated, you knew he was struggling not to cum already by the feel of your tight walls around him. His eyes opened to meet yours and you felt your heart stopping, you still didn’t believe how you were so lucky to have somebody as handsome as he was.

Not waiting for his approval, you started moving your hips back and forward with him still inside of you, drowning in the sound of the moans that escaped both of your lips. You weren’t even trying to hide it anymore, you probably were as happy as he was to have him inside of you. Jackson’s hands had made their way to your waist, gripping your flesh gently as he not so subtly attempted to guide your movements. However, you were still in control of the situation and despite him willing to make you move a little faster, you kept your pace slow and sensual, making sure to enjoy the moment.

It wasn’t until you started clenching around him that you decided to pick up your pace. Jackson became another moaning mess when your body started bouncing onto his lap and you found yourself moaning along with him when he started reaching deeper and most senstive spots inside of you, before you could stop him, Jackson sat up on the bed keeping your chests as close as he could and without breaking eye contact he started blatantly moaning, talking dirty to you.

Even when you were in control he could be such a tease too.

“Fuck me babygirl” He whispered, hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat that was starting to bath both of your skin “Harder (Y/N), come on, get rough with me” He leaned up, smashing his lips against yours hard as you started to get rougher, faster on him.

The neighbors were going to complain for sure.

Jackson’s breathing started becoming more shaky when you reached down and started playing with your clit, by the way you were squeezing him in each thrust he knew you were about to reach your ecstasy and he wanted to do it with you.

“Jackson” You whispered, your arms coming around him as you gripped some hair from the back of his head, Jackson moaned satisfied with the small amount of pain, guiding your movements with much more strength this time so you would cum.

“Break down babygirl, come on love” He muttered back, mouth too busy trying to lick and suck on your breasts to keep talking.

Listening to his words, you let yourself go, feeling the strong wave of the orgasm shaking your body. Jackson held you close, seeing white when you squeezed him so hard that you literally forced the cum out of him. His body slightly shook with yours, strong arms keeping your delicate body against his frame as the both of you waited to come down from your high.

You kept your head on the crook of his neck, taking deep breath as you felt his nose nuzzle your cheek, he was still needy for attention, Jackson just loved to be spoiled with your attention.

“Remind me to misbehave more often, that was so god damn hot” He whispered, kissing your jaw multiple times until he saw the post-sex-tired smiled he so loved.

“Careful though, next time I might not be that good”

[makbarnes]

Number 12

WARNINGS: KNIFE PLAY, BIT OF CUTTING

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSTIVE TO THIS MATERIAL!

Bucky’s eyes were shut tightly as he rode the quinjet back to the compound, His mind was focused on one thing. You. He needed you, the tension that was built in his mind was fueling his anger and he was ready to have you begging for him. Letting him know he was the only one who could make you feel that way. He checked his watch and growled deeply in his throat as the bright numbers flashed. 3:07AM Unknowingly to Bucky you were asleep, flying in your dreams as your mind replayed the night Bucky left for you.

You had lost the amount of times you had finished on his tongue but he was aching for more.

“Buck, please, I need you, can’t take anymore.”

“Aw please baby? You taste so sweet I don’t wanna stop.” You huffed as your coil tightened again against his tongue and you knew your thighs were already red and scratched from his scruff. Your fingers attached to his hair as his tongue slid through your spent folds, your clit ached for a break and your voice had become sore from your moaning. Bucky pushed a hand up your stomach to attach to your throat. You held his wrist tightly when his fingers curled into your sore core. “One more Doll. You can give me one more, can’t ya pretty girl?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s my good girl.” Bucky’s lips attached to your clit and your legs twitched at the feeling. Wet sounds filled your ears and you felt his teeth gently hovering your sensitive bud.

“Ah shit!” Your back arched as your eyes saw stars for a moment. Bucky didn’t falter his movements as he quickly pushed his begging tip into you. Bucky pulled you up to straddle his hips and your arms linked around his neck.

You squeezed the pillow in your sleep as you were lazily bucking your hips slightly. Bucky gripped his duffel tightly as he slipped his knife from its case. He brushed back his hair before peeking into the room to see your body writhing under the sheets.

“Yes Bucky.” Your breath was coated in sleep and you adjusted to open your legs in your sheets. Bucky smirked while his eyes fell over your body, upset. He slipped into the room silently and kicked off his boots. Bucky hovered over your sleeping figure and watched you react to your dreams. He moved the sheet from your body and found your naked top facing him, his lips curled tightly before he sucked his lip between his teeth. “Please, yes.” Your head twisted to face the edge of the bed and Bucky couldn’t help but gently run the tip of the blade down your center. Leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Your heart accelerated and an urge jolted you up in bed. Your eyes drifted over to Bucky standing at the edge of the bed watching you in hunger. You could hardly see his eyes as his hair hung in front of them and the bottom half of his face was covered by his mask.

“Welcome home baby.” You rubbed your eye while your free hand came up to grab his wrist. Bucky easily pushed your shoulder back down against the mattress before he straddled your thighs. He pressed the knife between your breasts as he pulled the slip of paper from his calf pocket. You could hear his heavy breath as he watched you pull the coupon tight in the air. “Wanna help me here?” You smirked up at him and gasped as Bucky quickly moved the knife to cut the paper, letting it fall onto the mattress. Bucky held the knife against your throat loosely as he moved himself to grind his trapped eager bulge against your soaking underwear. You chewed your lip while he worked the knife’s tip over the rise of your breasts, he grazed the flat edge against your nipples letting them react to the cold. Bucky smiled behind his mask and you could see the crinkle around his eyes. You reached up to hold his arm but he quickly moved back to holding the knife still at your throat.

“Nu o mișca pe prințesă.” (Don’t Move, Princess.) His voice was low behind his mask and you knew to listen when he spoke in Romanian. Your breath hitched as he moved to turn you over and prop you up to your knees. His hard uniform pressed against your back as he slid the knife gently across your throat and down your spine. You closed your eyes as you followed the chill with your mind, Bucky brought a hard slap to your cheek and you gasped at the sting, You heard his muffled cursing at your reaction as he pulled your cheeks flush against his clothed hips. His metal hand came up to hold the back of your neck down and press your face into the pillows. “Stau.” (Stay) Bucky shuffled away for a moment and pulled his uniform off.

“Mask off?” Bucky stayed silent to your question as he leaned over your back and twisted his lips against your skin. You pressed your hips against his own before he jerked you back and gave your ass another smack.

“You just don’t wanna listen tonight, Do you?” You felt his knife trailing over your underwear and gently sliding over the curve of your cheeks. Bucky pressed the hilt of his knife against your core and you bit into the pillow to keep still. Bucky leaned down to suck a mark against your thigh before he settled himself between your thighs. He looked up at your soaked underwear and smiled to himself as he moved the knife to pull your underwear over the blade. Your breath hitched as he cut the fabric free from your sticky slick. Bucky held the knife in his mouth as he pushed your hands together and wrapped them together with your cut underwear. He held the knife over your needy lips and carefully pushed down a bit before moving the hilt to press into you.

“Mmph fuck Bucky. Feels so good.”

“Like that Doll?”

“Yes.” Bucky moved the knife away and let it relax against his abs. He lowered your body down to hover right over his mouth as his tongue darted out to drag through your folds. Your body arched as you sat up straight and held your eyes to lock with his own. Bucky urged you to grind your hips over his mouth. You held your balance with your hands placed above his head as you kept a slow but pleasurable pace. Bucky grabbed the knife from his abs and trailed it down your spine when his tongue teased your entrance. Your eyes willed shut while the pressure grew with every stroke of his tongue. “Love your fucking tongue Bucky. Oh God yes!” Your fingers pulled on his short hair before he stopped and easily moved you to lay back against the mattress. You whined loudly at the loss as tears started to brim your eyes from the pleasure leaving your system. Bucky balled your hair up in his hand before he pulled you up to your knees. His front was pressed tightly against you and you could feel his hard cock lining up with your wet core. Bucky easily pushed into you as his hand wrapped around your waist, His mouth was resting against your neck and you could feel his lips twirl again as the knife came to rest over your clavicle. You gasped when his fingers twirled your clit and your tight walls clenched with every new push. You rested your head back against him and let Bucky control your motions, You could tell he was drawing close with every new push the knife tightened against your skin.

“God I love you. My good girl, always so keen to please, so wanting for me, hmm?” You didn’t answer Bucky as his teeth dug into your shoulder. Your coil squeezed tightly in your stomach when Bucky moved you easily and flipped you to your back, He kept the knife in place as he rutted quickly against you. Your nails scratched over his strong shoulder muscles as your orgasm began falling.

“Cut me.”

“W-what?”

“Cut me, knick me, make me bleed please?” Bucky’s hips faltered a bit at your ask but he easily felt your walls close around him as the blade cut into your skin a bit at your neck. Bucky watched your face pinch and lowered the knife to the top of your hip, He poked the tip into your skin and you gripped him against your chest tightly. “Shit, Yes.” Bucky pushed his full length into you as he coated your walls. You brought his hand up that was holding the blade and licked the tip clean with your tongue. Bucky’s eyes were wide and he was in shock at your actions. “What?”

“Fuck that was hot.” Bucky switched you on top of him but remained in you and guided your fingers to wrap around the hilt of his knife. He guided you to carefully hold the knife against his throat when you started to move your hips. You leaned down to intertwine your lips with his own, that put more pressure on your twitching clit. “God you’re so tight Doll.” Bucky’s hands held your love handles tightly while you worked up another finish. You let go of his knife and kept it resting on his throat while your hands held your balance on his shoulders. He sat up to pull your chest to his face and controlled his tongue twirl over your nipples. Your head fell back and he felt your nails dig into his skin when he moved the knife’s hilt to rest over your clit. Your motion changed a bit each time you felt the gentle prick of the blade against your skin. Bucky’s thumb ran over the nick by your neck and he kissed under the skin.

“So close, Fuck I love you.”

“Cum for me baby, I love you too, Love to watch you come apart on me.” Bucky easily moved the knife and let it fall to the floor as he pushed your hips flush against his own. You chewed into his shoulder as you came apart quickly again. Bucky’s hot breath fanned between your bodies and he moved for you to lay down. He started to move to pull out but you pulled him back down.

“Stay please. Love the way you fill me baby.” You kissed him passionately and tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth before resting against the pillow.

MASTERLIST

[starkerdayss]

something featuring a gag ball

Tied up and pretty. 

Peter wanted his master’s approval. He wanted to be tied up and look pretty for him. He wanted to offer himself willingly and make Tony take him, claim him, possess him the way he’s been possessing him ever since they met. 

The elements and toys they had were endless. Dildos, stockings, butt-plugs, vibrators, everything you could imagine. But Peter’s and Tony’s favorite was the small, pink gag ball with a black leash. It suited Peter’s little mouth perfectly, and it made him look so… quiet. 

Tony loved being obeyed. In fact, he demanded for Peter to be obedient and to beg when he had to. Peter never needed to be told twice. He behaved and put on everything his master told him to put on, even made himself wait for hours with the gag ball inside his mouth, lingerie stimulating his small cock, a butt-plut stopping the come from the other night to drip and some rope keeping him in place. 

That situation made Tony happy, and there was nothing in the world Peter wanted more than Tony being happy. Happy equaled sex, and Peter liked sex. 

So, when one day he got a message from Tony saying he wanted him ready when he got home, Peter knew something was up. Maybe he had had a rough day, or maybe he had seen or read something he didn’t like, maybe someone was disrespectful. But, whatever it was, Peter had one chance at doing everything right. 

He bounced off the couch and went to their room, undressing immediately and giving his cock a few strokes (Tony liked it almost leaking pre-cum, so he could overstimulate him into bliss), then went to grab the gag ball, trying not to think too much about the fact that it was full of dried saliva and tying it around his head, opening his trained mouth to make it perfect, like the cherry on top of the cake. He placed himself on the bed, ass up, face to the mattress but in a way you could see the gag ball, and with one hand, he took off the butt-plug, so cum slowly started to drip down his hole and onto his thighs, tickling him. 

Peter didn’t even have time to wait, because as soon as the butt-plug as out, the front door opened and then slammed, making Peter shiver. Tony Stark was really mad, and Peter was going to be the relaxing method. 

The bedroom door opened this time, and Peter could hear the smirk on Tony’s face when a dark laughter left those beautiful and devilish lips. 

“You want me to fuck you, dear? Want to be my little cumslut?” 

Peter nodded, making an affirmative sound, his ass wiggling in order for Tony to watch it, want it, squeeze it, take it. The man slowly walked to the bed and undid his tie, throwing it to the floor before slowly and painfully unbottoning his shirt. “You want me to wreck you so bad the only things you remember are my name and that dirty little gag ball?” 

Once again, an affirmative sound, Peter’s eyes wandering around, trying to catch a glimpse of his master as he heard the belt get loose. His heart already stammering with need. Utter desperation and need. 

“Oh, I’m gonna slide right in. Take you like the animal you are already full of my seed” 

The man positioned himself behind Peter, not even bothering on taking his pants off, his mind too focused on the scene he had on display. God, he was gorgeous. So kissable and breakable. Vulnerable little shit. Entilted little asshole. Needy as a twink. Desperate like a cocksucker. 

A small questioning sound left Peter’s throat as he realized his master was taking so long, not even one hand on top of him, not even one hand enjoying him, something that was so utterly his. 

His doubts didn’t last long, though, because bruising hands took him by the hips, and with a husky growl, the man was once again, bottoming out, so deep inside that pink little asshole that his balls were touching the senstive skin under it. 

“You want it, Peter? You want it bad?” 

The words sounded almost threatening when they came from him, but Peter was so lost into the feeling, trying not to break only by bitting on the gag ball, that he nodded once again, some tears falling down his eyes as he felt his master’s unlobed cock brush against his sweet spot. 

The man reached forward and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling it back, not caring if the boy could breathe. He needed him, and he knew Peter would give up breathing to please him. “Oh, I bet you would like it if I fucked you into a coma” 

The tears were rolling down recklessly now, mixing with the dripping saliva from the boy’s mouth. His cock was so hard it was swollen, and the thrusting Tony did was accidentaly making Peter rub his cock on the mattress. The boy wasn’t gonna last. 

His hand went to touch Tony. Whatever piece of him he could find to try and warn him, but the minute he did, the man gave him a particularly hard thrust, and it all went blurry, his orgasm hitting him like a wave, his back so arched he was worried he wouldn’t be able to stand straight again. His hole clenching around that monstrosity. 

But, after a second, a wolfish laughter emanated from behind him, and Peter knew exactly what that meant. 

“Oh, honey, I’m not even close” 

[humanitys-shortest]

It wasn’t long until Jack figured out that Bruce was going out as Batman. 

He followed him secretly one day - in his tiny, little fairy form.

Of course, that didn’t go well.

Bruce was in a fight - hand to hand combat with a criminal, who was using anything he could find as a weapon if he got close enough to grab something. But with arms frailing at a pace Jack couldn’t quite keep up with, the crinimal accidently backhanded him at one point - sending Jack flying across the room and crashing into a pile of old cardboard boxes and rubbish in the corner of the warehouse. It was only when Bruce had stopped the threat and handcuffed the unconcious man, that he noticed a smal, glimmering, dim glow in said corner.  He had never moved faster in his life.

With Jack safely in his gloved hands, Bruce couldn’t stop his panicking as he set the Batmobile on autopilot to the Manor, needing the vehicle to get to the cave as quickly as possible - whispering, “P-please be o-okay, p-please don’t l-leave me-’ over and over again as he spoke to an unconcious Jack.

Of course, Bruce was experiencing an entire tidal wave of guilt; blaming himself completely for this having happened. It was his fault. Jack had found out and had followed him and had got himself hurt - but it was Bruce’s fault because... He did something he never wanted to do ever again. He kept secrets from Jack.

But - this was different. He  - he didn’t want to bring Jack into this mess. He didn’t want Jack to have anything to do with Batman because of this exact reason - his life would be in danger. He was keeping this secret for Jack’s safety. Gotham was too dangerous for Jack to be in. He didn’t know life outside of the Manor and it’s gardens.

When Jack woke up... He found himself lying in Bruce’s hands. He was in the cave, in the medbay, with Bruce holding him over one of the medical beds - but he wasn’t aware of that just yet, too dazed and in pain to understand his surroundings. He didn’t look himself at all. The colour of his skin was all faded and pale, his makeup washed away by the rain. His clothes were all muddy and disheaveled, and his wings... They weren’t useable, to say the least. Jack rubbed his face, slowly trying to push himself up on one painful arm - hissing at the pain that inevitably hit when he realised his wings were badly damaged. Shit...

Bruce would have not wanted to put him down for even a single second, even with Jack being unconcious. He couldn’t put him down. But he had to wait for Jack to wake up because... There wasn’t much he could do with Jack in his tiny form. But Jack... He didn’t care about himself at first. Infact, the very first thing he whispered in his frail, quiet voice was- “Please... Take that cowl off.” Refering to the Batman mask, looking up at his best friend with a wince. Before anything else... He needed to see his Bruce, and not just some cowl he didn’t recognise. Bruce wouldn’t be in any place to deny this request. Taking off the cowl on command as he simply just nodded his acknowledgement, breathing shakily as he set Jack down on the medical bed’s pillow to do so, and reaching up to remove the heavy piece of armor that concealed his true identity off of his head. 

He’d set it to the side, but in it’s wake, would reveal a Bruce with big, red eyes - that were puffy and swollen, accompanied by tear stained, tan cheeks. He hadn’t been able to quite stop himself from crying the entire time Jack had been unconciousness... Blaming himself, over and over and over again. But Bruce hadn’t cried infront of Jack for a very long time... Not since around the time that Bruce’s parents had died.

Jack let out a small sigh of relief when Bruce took off his cowl - seeing his Bruce again, even if the man looked wrecked.

“P-Please change s-size so I can h-help y-you...” Bruce picked Jack up again in shaking hands that were cupped together. In which, Jack instantly leaned back a little to rest his head on Bruce’s thumb, laid across his scarred palm comfortably/ At least as comfortable as he could be with a practically broken body... It was so warm... He wanted to sleep here again if he was honest... He was so comfortable... “Don’t cry... You shouldn’t be sad.” Jack whispered, in such a drained voice. He really wanted Bruce to be okay- he’d ignore the request to change his size in favour of it. “It’s okay... Doesn’t hurt too bad... On the bright side, you saved me, right...?” “J-Jack... Please...” Bruce begged, having just waited and waited and waited and hoped to God Jack would have woken up, for all this time, so he’d change his size and Bruce could finally help him. 

Jack just smiled tiredly, slowly rolling over. “Put me down somewhere...” 

And once he was rested on the medical bed itself, laid in the middle of the comfortable mattress - a small blot of colour against pure white - he’d take a few seconds, building up his strength, before he slowly started getting sized up. Gradually and painfully, struggling, but eventually he’d be fully sized once more; curled up on his side. His arm was at an unnatural angle, bruised on one side, with his wings visibly crumpled and mangled. 

“Who’s ‘Batman’ supposed to be, Bruce...?” Jack softed asked, eyes slowly opening.

“...N-Now is not the t-time to be h-having that conversation-” Bruce responded, as nicely as he could, needing to be dismissive because right now... As he fought through tears... Jack’s brusied and twisted body was causing a whole new tidal wave of guilt to wash right over him. Bruce needed to help and that was all he could think about.

“Well, when are we gonna talk about it?” The frown on Jack’s face - it crushed Bruce. It only added more guilt. But he needed to stay focused on making sure Jack was going to be okay.

Bruce immediately retrieved a med kit, stored closely by the med bed itself so he didn’t have to leave Jack, and he’d already start on what he had been wanting to do for hours - patching Jack up. Stitching up any cuts, soothing any bruises with special creams, wrap up Jack’s twisted arm and create a sling for the injured limb after determining exactly what was wrong with it... He’d make sure Jack’s wings were lying straight too, not wanting Jack to curl them up and hurt them further. They needed time to heal... 

Jack couldn’t stop wincing and shifting the entire time, in a substantial amount of pain when his wings were manipulated, needless to say. They were so incredibly senstive just normally being touched - so now... Yeah. It went without saying how excruciating the feeling was. But they needed to heal properly... Jack knew that. Ending up laid on his back, brow sweating.

“T-This is all m-my f-fault...” Bruce whispered, sounding the most broken he had in a very, very long time.

immediately shaking his head at what Bruce had said, Jack responded breathlessly. “N-No... I followed you, didn’t I? I...I saw you saving people. I-Is that... What Batman is...?”

“B-Batman is... A symbol of h-hope...” Bruce had to tell him, knowing Jack had been right at the beginning - this was a conversation they needed to have. Communication with eachother was something they both needed to get better at; more so Bruce then Jack. Jack deserved an explanation, however... And that one Bruce gave, was the best, most simplest once he could give. 

Batman was needed in a place like Gotham... So no one had to go through what he did ever again. At least... That was the plan. Hopefully... 

“J-Just try and keep your wings s-straight... I k-know it hurts, Jack.. I know..” Bruce gently ran his fingers - no longer with his gauntlets covering his hands  - over and through Jack’s hair, carefully and softly. Brushing the curling strands away and out of Jack’s pale face. He had always handled the fairy with care, no matter what and no matter Jack’s size.

Hope... Ah. “Hope is good...” Jack breathed, leaning into the touch of Bruce’s gentle hand. Bruce’s hands always felt so nice, especially in his hair... “I’ll be fine, don’t worry...” Jack added, winching as he turned his head to look at Bruce. “I’ve got you, don’t I...?” Jack gave Bruce this goofy smile - traces of pain in said smile - but it would be a honest, genuine smile none the less... Because how could he not smile, when he had Bruce...? 

Things...

Things were gonna be okay. 

Bruce’s Pose by @a-radioactive-mess ♥ Jack’s Pose by @a-radioactive-mess ♥ (two different pose packs by the same creator! If you only want one, make sure you open the right link. ◠‿◠)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

[artificialqueens]

The Devil Named Sharon Chapter 3 {shalaska} - imafuckinglibra

Greetings humans. I forgot to mention the previous chapter was part 2 so woops, I’m only … well I’m not human but even the undead makes mistakes lets leave it at that. This chapter is basically just smut. Pure let me fuck my frustrations out by using you smut. Sorry. It wasn’t originally but according to an anon I cut you gays short last chapter so hope this makes up for it. K bye.

“I love my job…“

As soon as the words left her lips Sharon gave her ass a forceful smack and let go of the nipple in her mouth with a soft pop.

“What part of. Shut. The fuck. Up. Did you. Not. Understand?” She asked in a low voice drawing the question out by placing a small bite on her chest between each part. Leaving a trail of dark lipstick smudges from one nipple to the other.

She looked up at the blonde to look her in the eyes, cocking a brow in question as she barely let her tongue flick over the very tip of the bud. 

Alaska made a closing zipper motion across her lips which made Sharon smile at how idiotic it was, a smile which Alaska hadn’t seen up until then and it quite frankly made her feel like a 13 year old girl getting butterflies from looking at her crush.

It could also have been because Sharon was being an enourmous tease and slowly pulling with her teeth on her nipple but who could tell.

All her mind could focus on was the amazing mixture of pain and pleasure washing over her body as Sharon gently licked around her nipple between bites while her long black nails dug into the soft flesh of her ass. Through it all their eyes staying locked onto one another as if Sharon was testing her ability to follow orders.

One of Sharon’s hands let go of her cheek and scratched at her thigh as it made it’s way round to her taught stomach, the other hand finding it’s way up to the breast not getting any attention. Her fingers mimicking what her tongue was doing causing Alaska to bite down on her lip, afraid of any sound coutning as a violation of Sharon’s one rule, the older woman noticing the effort and deciding she deserved a reward. 

“Now you’re behaving.” She soflty purred sitting back so she could admire her young body again. The hand on Alaska’s abdomen slowly moved down so she could glide two fingers between her puffy pink lips, her fingertips slowly sliding over her clit. Just that simple second of contact making Alaska throw her head back.

“So wet already? Attagirl.” She praised taking her time when she reached her entrance, applying some pressure in small circular motions around the hole but not entering her before pulling her fingers back. Continuing the sliding motion between her lips. 

She felt Alaska trying to grind down on her fingers, desperate for any sort of contact but being the tease she was she pulled her hand out from under her, making the younger woman whine in a childish, nasally way.

Sharon quickly silenced her by pushing the two fingers, now slick from Alaska’s wetness, into her mouth.

She grabbed onto Sharon’s wrist with both hands eagerly lapping at the long fingers trying to show off what her tongue could do and clearly succeeding by the impressed and some what proud look on her face.

While she was busy putting on her show Sharon reached over to the bedside table, bringing out an oddly shaped blue object and raising a smug brow at Alaska’s confused staring.

“Vibrator. Oh…“ Alaska thought out loud without meaning to. 

"Unless you want to get Freddy Kruegered?” Sharon joked waving her unnecessarily long nails in front of Alaska’s flustered face making the girl giggle as she shook her head.

“Now, be good for me.” She instructed her voice quieter this time. She twisted the blue head a few times looking for the perfect setting, Alaska fully intrigued by this strange, softly humming device.

She’d never really felt the need to get one of her own despite walking in on Willam using one many a time before, I mean not any like this but they all do the same right?

While she was too distracted in her own mind Sharon brought one arm up, holding her in place close to her body as she brushed the tip of the vibrating toy against Alaska’s clit instantly pulling it back again, testing her response.

“Shit!“ Alaska gasped when the strong vibrations hit the senstive bundle of nerves, even just for that split second.

Sharon chuckled under her breath at the reaction, pulling her in tighter to keep her stable when she pressed the toy against her once more but this time holding it there and feeling Alaska’s legs tremble ever so slightly.

She kicked Alaska’s legs open with her knee and slid the head of the vibrator up and down from her clit to her entrance, making sure she was slick all over.

What came over her, she had no idea. Wether it was the strategic way Sharon was using the toy, applying pressure just where she needed it most or just the woman’s mysterious way of putting her under her spell, something was causing the coil in her stomach to tighten dangerously fast.

"Don’t.” Sharon snapped at her and pulling the device off of her when she saw Alaksa’s chest grow red and her breathing becoming strained. “Don’t, Alaska.” Sharon repeated this time pressing the tip very nearly inside her, enough that Alaska felt her hole stretching a little and the strong vibrations till deep in her core. 

This teasing or torture, who knows which it was at that point, was repeated a few times. As soon as Sharon noticed Alaska’s breathing change or her legs get shakier she pulled the object away and gave her a smaller and smaller breather before continuing, seeing the struggle grow more intense every time the toy reassumed it’s place either against her clit or deeper and deeper inside her. 

Alaska knew restraining herself for much longer would be nearly impossibe, she brought her hands up to lean on the older woman for support, physically and…well, physically.

Her features contorting into a silent scream before she quickly bit down on her lip feeling that coil nearly snapping but managing to centre herself by reminding herself she has to do good for Sharon.

“Sharon…" 

"No.” The older woman snapped again, pulling the toy out once more. The whiney begging coming from Alaska’s throat nearly a cry, her eyes even welling up from being rejected her orgasm so many times.

Sharon sighed as she turned the toy off, Alaska unable to read if it was dissapointment or frustration on her face but suddenly feeling very anxious as if she’s let her down some how.

Sharon stood up lifting her easily with the one arm still around her, she turned them around so Alaska could now be the one on the bed. Pushing her forcefully down with one hand while she took hold of Alaska’s scrawny wrist with the other and rested her hand right above her now red and very exposed clit.

“You can play but don’t finish.” Her eyes dark when she gave her order, sending a chill through the young woman’s body.

And with that Sharon walked away to the door between the mirror and the closet, disappearing into the bathroom.

When she came back out naked a few minutes later Alaska was on her back just as she left her except with her knees on her chest giving Sharon a perfect view of her fingers sliding in and out of herself at a steady pace.

“Good girl.” Sharon grinned walking over to the bed, slapping Alaska’s legs down and straddling her face. 

Alaska felt her already flustered face grow warmer between the woman’s thick thighs around her head clad in a soft sheer fabric. Sharon had left her garter belt and stockings on but removed every other item of clothing.

She was truly a sight like no other, pale porcelian skin, a small waist, curvy thighs, perky round tits and an ass to die for.

Her hands wandered from Sharon’s hips up to her breasts, carressing each in her hands and feeling just how soft every curve of her body was.

Sharon allowed her hands to wander a second longer but grabbed them, pulling them away surprising the girl.

“No touching.” She growled out yanking Alaska’s hair up so she could position herself perfectly over her salivating mouth.

Alaska opened her mouth so the older woman could lower herself onto her waiting tongue, she wasted no time and began rolling her hips against the girl staring wide eyed up at her.

With her fingers twisted tightly in her hair she was in complete control, using Alaska any way she pleased and knowing the girl was fully under her spell.

“…shit, baby…” She breathed out when Alaska’s tongue starting moving inside of her encouraging her to grind her hips down harder on her warm mouth, trying to get as much pleasure out of her new pet as possible. 

She felt the bed shaking underneath them as her hips’ movements became more frantic, the fire in her abdomen growing rapidly.

The view from Alaska’s perspective driving her wild as she tried desperately to squeeze her thighs together, wiggling them around in an attempt to control her arousal at the erotic sight.

Sharon leaning back with her tits bouncing off her heaving chest with every quick thrust, pulling Alaska’s face deep inside her as she rode her faster and faster.

“…oh…fu…” The grip in her hair tightened becoming almost painful as Sharon broke her own rhythm and her body erratically bucked a few times, Alaska feeling the walls around her tongue contracting.

Alaska made quick work of lapping up the warm, sweet liquid coating her tongue and dripping down her chin, smiling up at the panting woman looking down at her…sweetly? Is this how to get the great scary Sharon Needles to be nice to you? 

Sharon took her time coming down from her orgasmic high as Alaska gave a few final licks, placing a kiss above her clit with a proud giggle making Sharon roll her eyes.

She never liked her assistants, in fairness she didn’t like most people, but especially not her assistants - worthless idiots. They all seemed to want something from her, using her as if she was just a stepping stone for their pathetic ‘careers’.

They were vain and self obsessed but Alaska was different, she genuinly made an effort to try and improve whenever she was critiqued and she had a drive unlike most. Sharon definitely saw way too many similarities in her from when she was that age.

 ’And she’s cute, god she’s cute.’ Sharon thought letting go of her head to run her fingers leisurely through the messy hair, looking down into those big bright eyes.

She climbed down from Alaska’s face so she could place a well deserved kiss on those lips that were so addictive. Tasting her own cum on her tongue, making her eager to taste Alaska too.

But not today, the younger woman would have to earn being pleasured. She let go of her lips and gripped Alaska’s face with such strength her nails dug into her cheeks. “Mine. My pet. You do what I say. Understood?”

Alaska nodded too terrified of the older woman to say no, not that she wanted say no even if she gave her a choice. She wanted to be possessed by her.

Something about Sharon made her eager to please her in any way possible even if that meant relinquishing the rights to her body.

Positioning herself against Alaska with their legs tangled over one another she made sure she could still lean forward and kiss her if she desired.

Alaska’s anticipation driving her slowly insane when Sharon finally started rocking her hips. Grinding herself against Alaska causing the girl to throw her head back and grip the pillow behind her when she felt their clits pressing into each other. 

“Not until I tell you.” She growled under her breath and twisted her fingers around her neck to silence her when a loud moan erupted from her throat but also as a warning to not disobey.

Alaska’s already strained breathing became more difficult from the pressure around her jugular, squeezing tighter as Sharon’s movements got deeper. Sharon reached around to pick up the vibrator she previously used on the younger woman and with one hand managed to find a setting to her liking once again.

She placed it between them making sure their bodies kept it the right spot, even she now unable to contain her own moaning as the vibrations pressed between them sent waves through them both.

“Please…” Alaska begged.

Sharon leaned forward to rest her head by Alaska’s face and placed soft bites on her jaw to keep her own volume in check, the vibrator firmly held in place between them as they thrusted onto it.

Alaska was too lost in another world, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open gasping for air with all of her senses being too overwhelmed.

“…please…”

The hand on her throat, Sharon’s body tightly on top of her own and the toy buzzing on her clit being pressed harder against her with every move Sharon made, all of it growing too much to bare and becoming clearer in her deseprate cries for release.

“Sharon, please…please…”

As Alaska’s begging continued Sharon bit onto her earlobe, “Cum…cum for me, baby.” She whispered in her ear with her voice raspy and low as her second orgasm overtook her. Biting down hard onto her lip but failing to control her own volume.

Her grip on the girl’s neck growing dangerously tight while her hips frantically bucked against the toy between them, trying to press it as close to herself as possible.

Alaska tried sucking in a deep breath but found it impossible, a hand coming up to grasp Sharon’s wrist as her body convulsed, feeling the delicious pain and pleasure turning into pure ecstacy crashing over her. 

Alaska coughed grateful that she could breath again when Sharon removed her hand and the toy between them.

They stayed in each others arms for a few moments, enjoying the high of their orgasms with Sharon between her legs, snuggling up to her with her head on her heaving chest. Gently trailing a finger over the light bruising around her neck from where she squeezed too hard.

Forgetting who they were or where they were Alaska savoured this intimate moment with the older woman.

The tender, affectionate kisses and touches easing her still foggy and honestly semi drunk mind and making her feel, weirdly enough - peaceful. 

“Now leave.” Sharon ordered bringing Alaska back down to earth and placing a final soft kiss on her chest before rolling off the bed.

“Wait, what?” Alaska shot up resting on her elbows so she could look at the older woman digging through her enormous closet. “But…”

��Do not disobey or I won’t be so nice to let you finish next time.” Next time… shit she didn’t mean to say that. Alaska didn’t respond though?

She quickly looked up to see the naked girl’s confused expression, the corners of her mouth switching into a proud smirk at the sight of bruises and lipstick smears decorating her body.

“Chad may come back and your roommates will be wondering where you are if you don’t go home. Here.” She sighed, sitting down on the bed and slapping her leg.

Alaska quickly obliged scooting over so she could straddle the thick thighs. “Fine…whatever. You’re the boss lady.”

“That I am.” She added trailing her long nails over Alaska’s swollen bottom lip before leaning in to kiss her again.

“You did good, baby.” She whispered cupping her face with her hands, wiping the tear stains from her cheeks.

“So tiny.” She joked taking the small breasts in her hands and giving them each a squeeze making the younger girl blush.

They sat there for a few minutes longer just making out, neither of them ready for their little rendezvous to end. She wrapped her arms around her delicate frame, pulling her in for a hug with her head resting on the small chest.

“Thank you…” She whispered barely audible and closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth against her and the soothing rhythmic way Alaska’s chest rose and fell. “I needed this.”

Alaska was so surprised by the comment she had no idea how to respond. What did Sharon have to thank her for?

This woman just physically ravished her body, she even had the evidence smeared all over her body and wobbly legs to prove it, yet she was thanking her?

She had to admit though, the intimacy of Sharon clinging tightly onto her was almost better than the sex. Sitting here in her lavish bedroom behind closed doors where they could both escape the harsh outside world make both women feel at ease.

“We made you guys cocoa! Come replenish those sneaky little booties!” They heard Raja yelling outside the door knocking them both out of their trance.

Alaska quickly looked down in fear at Sharon for guidance but the older woman just sighed and stood up, lifting the small blonde in the process.

‘Holy shit, for someone behind a desk all day she’s strong as hell?’ Alaska thought, still surprised by how easily the woman lifted her.

“You’re just the smallest human alive.” Sharon added as if she read her mind. She gave the young girl an apologetic smile and leaned in to kiss her again, drawing it out longer than it needed to be.

In the tight embrace with their lips pressed together Alaska felt like the wife of some sailor in the 40’s kissing her lover goodbye one last time before he went off to the war.

In all fairness it might as well have been just that, after that goodbye Sharon made her get dressed and ushered her out of the building before Jinkx could stop them to call them into the kitchen.

‘Now I’m just some hooker?’ Alaska defeatedly thought on the ride home, partly due to the fact that her drunk brain wanted cocoa. More due to the uneasiness she felt over the way Sharon face looked sombre almost broken when she pushed her out the door.

She went through numerous scenarios in her head that night when she couldn’t sleep over why Sharon would act that way, probably because she’s the actual devil seemed to come up a lot when her mind wandered to the soreness in her lower body.

“Alaska! Here!” Sharon ordered the girl to her office the next day, Alaska being fairly hungover the next morning didn’t even remember how or when she got to work.

After a few cups of coffee she eased out of her zombie state, or so she thought. Maybe thats why Sharon wanted to see her? She screwed up again, didn’t she?

She took a deep breath to calm herself and walked confidently into the office as if she wasn’t slowly losing her shit.

“There’s been a cancellation with one of my meetings, correct?” She asked cocking a brow but not looking up at her. When Alaska confirmed it she stood up, walking past the bewildered girl out into the hall.

“Come along.” She yelled from down the hallway making Alaska nervously sprint after her.

She lead her to the wardrobe department past Raja’s cluttered office and into what seemed like a never ending room filled with accessories, shoes, gowns, hats, suits - basically everything you could ever think of when the word clothes game to mind.

Sharon easily navigated the maze of items and found Bianca hunched over a table with some dress sketches.

She ordered the tan woman to get out, getting some resistance at first but after staring her down she finally left angrily mumbling something to herself. Sharon locked the door behind her and turned in her heels to face Alaska.

“Alright.” She clapped her hands together before pulling out a few clear plastic drawers from from one of the stacked racks.

“Time to fix the issue.” She smirked at the now down right terrified Alaska.

Fix the issue? What issue?

Sharon lifted her hand, Alaska’s eyes darting to the raised open palm. “Is this where you kill me?” Alaska blurted out and caused the hand to stop mid air.

“Not if you’re a good little girl.” She whispered in a sultry voice as her hand gripped Alaska’s throat tightly to remind her who was in charge. “Off. Now.”

“I’m…what?” Alaska stuttered unsure if she should try and run.

“Off.” Sharon repeated hooking her finger into Alaska’s shirt, her sharp nail causing a small rip in the thin fabric.

Alaska quickly obeyed, being both extremely turned on and terrified at the same time. Did her boss really want a quickie right here? At work!?

Sharon sat down to hungrily stare at the young girl undressing, restraining the urge to scold her for doing it so fast but she knew better.

As soon as Alaska was in just her underwear Sharon indicated with a curled finger for her to step closer, seeing Alaska’s anxiety physically build in front of her.

She hooked her fingers into the thin white cotton panties and just as effortlessly as before ripped them in half.

“Disgusting.” She snarled examining the cheap fabric in her hands, noticing a small wet spot that had built up on the crotch.

“Bad girl.” She purred showing it to Alaska before repeating the action with her bra.

She explained why they were there and that her little pet was in desperate need of proper under garments. She let her dig through the drawers of expensive lingerie, picking whatever she liked and had her try each on as she watched.

Shifting slightly in her seat every time she put something on that actually fit and proudly showed it off to the older woman.

It started with a elegant red bra, the bottom being very lacy and hanging a bit over her ribs, patterns trimmed out in a lighter shade of red and a pink bow in the middle decorating it.

The matching bottom half similar in design but more high waisted than Alaska was used to, almost coming up to her navel. She wasn’t going to take it but by the look in Sharon’s eyes she knew she had to.

After about half an hour of going through everything Alaska had a few new sets that satisfied both.

The last pair she decided to just keep on seeing as Sharon had so rudely discarded hers. It was a simple black lace bra with small frills decorating the edges and a matching smaller than average black sheer panty with an almost floral leafy design.

“I have a similar set.” Sharon casually informed her, spreading her long legs to show the black lace peeking out from under her skirt.

Alaska decided to seize the moment, lunging at the older woman before she could cross her legs again.

“No.” Sharon objected when the younger woman came to stand in front of her, keeping her legs open by standing defiantly between them.

Alaska ignored her order despite the harsh tone and the possibility of being punished for it later and spread her legs pushing Sharon’s knees further apart.

“Uh uh.” She shook her head, biting her tongue to hide her smile as her hand found its way under Sharon’s skirt.

Sharon’s annoyed expression dimmed when Alaska’s fingers brushed against her panties.

“No. Not here.” She pulled herself back, grabbing onto Alaska’s petite ass to pull her closer, her actions clearly contradicting her words.

She placed a small kiss on the soft skin of Alaska’s taught stomach, grazing her teeth along the bruise she had left during their torturous foreplay.

“Jinkx and I were invited to a friend of her’s show. She wanted to invite you too…we wanted to invite you.” She added softly against the flesh surprising Alaska. Looking up at the girl for an answer.

“Is this business or pleasure?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah…” Alaska sighed, dropping her head. “I have to support a friend’s thing, I kind of promised I would.”

“Alright then. I’ll find another plus one.” Sharon nonchalantly said standing up and adjusting her clothes, Alaska just staring in confusion gasping like a fish out of water looking for a way to recover. Kicking herself for saying no to this woman when she watched her walk out of the room.

The rest of the day Sharon went back to being her old self and ignoring Alaska. The young woman’s regret for turning her down growing by the hour.

She even stayed much later than normal to try and get back on her good side, clearly a futile attempt as Sharon barely even acknowledged her when she walked past her out the door.

“The things I fucking do for you hoes.” She sighed walking into the small Brooklyn gallery, it was filled with side show inspired gowns and garments. All of them expertly hand stitched and created with the utmost attention to detail.

“Lasky!” Dustin yelled hugging his friend when he heard her behind him. They exchanged some pleasantries and she congratulated him for finally getting to display his work. She even started relaxing and forgetting all about Sharon Needles after her first glass of champagne.

“Wait, let me introduce you the the amazing lady that made this all possible.” He enthusiastically smiled leading her by the arm in the direction of a redhead admiring a gown made of trash bags. Her hair a shade of red that looked eerily familiar.

Oh no. Oh, fucking no.

“Fuck me.” She gasped when the redhead turned to take a drink from a very tall blonde Vampira, a very tall blonde Vampira she knew too all too well. Undeniably confirming Alaska’s fear over who she was.

“Alaska Thunder this is my friend from Seattle and the miracle worker herself Ji…”

“Alaska!” Jinkx threw her arms around the blonde and interrupting her friend when she turned around seeing who he was introducing.

“Hi.” She dropped her head to avoid her baffled boss’s stare.

“Lasky! Dustin!” Courtney yelled in her obnoxiously loud voice. “There you…oh!” She threw her hand over her mouth to hide her snickering when she and Willam spotted who their friends were talking to.

“Oh my fucking god!” Willam next to her burst into laughter at Alaska’s mortified expression. “Well this is awkward…”l

[odetolove]

the frustration that had built up across the torturous minutes he’d been in bed finally gets the best of him. his eyes follow her hands, fixated where she tries her best to untie him; cursing when he notices her trembling, silent tears dropping on her cheeks.

it’s hard to ignore her cries when she gives up, bouncing up and down his cock, his body desperate to care and give her what she needed. this wasn’t it. as soon as she’s out of the way his right hand moves up and around the rope that was tied to his wrist. grasping at it, his jaw clenches when he pulls, feeling the tension creaking the headboard again. he tugs harder, muscles flexing, dragging the weight of both their bodies slightly up the bed with the force of it. it strains for a moment, he grunts and with a final pull it snaps.

there’s silence then, and he feels it. her pussy constricting around him, dripping down even more than before.

there’s no time to try and untie the other side, he didn’t give a shit. — wakatoshi sits up only far enough to wrap his arm around her waist, bringing her along with him, flipping them over and laying her flat on the bed. he pulls her legs up, pressing them on her chest, maneuvering her small frame like he was used to.

he pulls out entirely, watching as her cunt fought to keep him in. he murmurs at her to hold onto her knees, too preoccupied with holding at this shaft and tapping the head of his cock against her clit to do it himself. he stops when he feels his breathing pick up again. looking down at her, he slides back in, bringing his hand to swipe his fingers across her bottom lip, thumb and index pressing around her jaw to hold it tightly and keep her eyes on him.

princess. take it.

— ushijima.

my eyes can’t leave his face, looking at him, barely able to spit out a cry when he flips us- feeling my heartbeat loud against his chest for the small second i’m pressed to him. the act of him tugging the rope, snapping himself free has my body senstive to his touch, eagerly listening to his word.

i look up at him, my own fingers digging harshly into the skin of my legs as i wait, squirming my hips around with every slap of his cock against me. breath nearly stopping in my throat the moment he slides in fully, mouth popping open- simmering down onto the mattress, going dumb with just the one stroke.

my head tips forward eagerly when he grabs me, lettinf him move my face however he wants.

i-i’ll take it- promise.

i respond, voice even more whiny than usual- unable to stop from giving in wholly.

‘m sorry- c-couldnt get it off.

i whisper, trying to speak agaisnt the hold on my face, looking down at the rope still hanging off his wrist, hoping he wasn’t hurt from it. clenching down on his length, wanting to be good- show him that there was no other way i’d wanna be fucked by him, dripping arousal down my ass- thighs jumping with every clench, too excited- too aroused at finally being taken by him this way, how i’m used to.

[spockothy]

hi friends! long time no talk! i’m making this post in hoping that...maybe i can help some of my stuff find a loving home! i am specifically hoping that some hockey/check please fans still follow this blog because i’m moving and trying to get rid of a lot of my clothes and stuff that i have lying around and! i’d love for someone to get to love something that i don’t have the space in my new place/heart for.  

as you may remember from the past, i’m poor as all hell, so if you want to help but don’t want any of this stuff, please reblog this post as it helps a lot! 💘💘💘

stuff under the cut (pens/stars/cbj/omgcp):

hover to get the picture links :)

(sorry these photos are so bad. i have a very shitty iphone)

malkin shirsey - youth XL (adult s/m). originally paid $35 USD - asking $15 USD  SOLD

crosby shirsey - adult L. originally $40 USD - asking $15 USD SOLD

stars/pens 2015 home opener t-shirt - adult M. originally $40 USD - asking $15 USD SOLD

stars practice long sleeve - adult M. originally $35 USD - asking $15 USD SOLD

pens dry-fit practice t-shirt - adult L. originally $55 USD - asking $20 USD

pens retro-brand sweatpants - adult M. originally $80 USD - asking $25 USD SOLD

cbj ryan johansen shirsey - adult L. originally $30 USD - asking $10 USD

cbj brandon saad shirsey - youth XL (adult s/m). originally paid $35 USD. there’s a small nick in the fabric by the nhl logo but it’s still soft and beautiful like its namesake - asking $10 USD. SOLD

jack zimmermann falconers shirsey - adult M/L. originally $20 USD+ship - asking $10 USD  SOLD

kent parson aces shirsey adult M/L. originally $20 USD+ship - asking $10 USD SOLD

dallas stars beanie. originally $20 USD - asking $5 USD.   SOLD

the check please pins x2  (+2 stickers)- have all the YEAR ONE ‘cast.’ they’re in the original packing from my kickstarter pack; sticker and pins prices negotiable depending on if you want to take all of this stuff or just a pin pack/just sitckers etc. pins will not be sold individually.  SOLD

samwell hockey t-shirt - adult M. this was a part of the YEAR ONE kick starter pack. the letters are cracking a little but it is SUPER soft. sad to part with this one but i’d rather it have a loving home. asking $10 USD.    SOLD

depending on where you are, we can negotiate shipping costs etc - if you want more than one thing, we can discuss a discount, too :) please help me buy a  couch by buying my shit ! tell your friends! (my paypal is @cdecinq if you wanna help that way, but that’s 100% not necessary)

all of the nhl merch is official - most of it was bought in texas proper but some of it was bought from nhl.com. i have really senstive skin so this stuff has always been washed with all natural, sensitive detergent. msg me if you’re interested <3 everything helps!