#sarfire

[horny-deepspace]

PLEASURE

synopsis: The walls of the bedroom echo with the click of handcuffs being fastened, followed by silence… warnings: light bdsm, dom/sub wc: 2,2k

Chapter 1.

He will never refuse to crush your foundations and suppress your moral principles; squeeze your will into a fist and command it as he pleases - without any effort.

It is impossible to resist his magnetic, sexually arousing timbre of voice. Outwardly, he remains invariably serene, with flawless facial features. It is hard to believe that he is real, only his sarfir-red eyes make him alive.

You appear, prove your - correct point of view, read moralizing lectures. This is more like expressive attacks on your part, and from him - complete calm. He does not raise his voice. He expresses himself in a suggestible and convincing way, forcing you to surrender in the end. It is unclear how he manages to influence others. There is a high probability that the reason is Evol deadly force. You need to try to find him a worthy opponent. The head of Onychinus is respected and feared - according to the timeless classic.

He takes verbal attacks for irony, considering your past professional activity. Six months ago, he bought you out of the brothel. Since then, he has become your only Master. In fact, life has changed significantly, because everything is learned in comparison. With him, you do not need to be afraid of unfamiliar clients, guess what is on their minds. Sylus immediately made it clear what he expects from you. He told you about his preferences.

Nothing that happened between you was a revelation. You came across different clients ready to order exotic services for an additional fee.

The thread of trust with Sylus grew stronger day by day. Over time, you began to look forward to intimacy with him more and more often, while feeling even more completely safe. You know: he will cover you, will not let anyone hurt you. Even if it is about retribution, the price he paid for you, and his protection is just a pretense.

The bathroom door opens, releasing hot clouds of steam. You close your eyes. In advance, you mentally outline the silhouette of a strong, male body, with transparent droplets of water flowing down the muscles.

Any discussions are left far behind when unbridled passion flares up between you. So strong that nothing and no one can stop you. You are powerless against each other. It is akin to addiction. You are completely different, but the craving is irresistible - is it only on a physical level?

Or is it not just that?

When he is away for too long, you begin to yearn. Almost howl from helplessness and the desire to run wherever your eyes look, just to calm your heart again. Self-hypnosis almost never works: neither promises to break up with him, that their new meeting is definitely now the last; not confessions that you bite your fist until it marks, holding back desperate moans through the pain.

You need him.

Needed. More than air.

Life without it has long ceased to seem significant…

It is dusk outside. The weather in Zone N109 is consistently gloomy. The path for travelers is illuminated by a bloody moon, high in the sky in a fog of clouds, through which the warm rays caressing the skin do not penetrate.

Once a bustling technology center, this is now, after the catastrophe that occurred, one of the most dangerous areas. Surrounded by other forbidden zones, this "island" has turned into a lawless land where danger and opportunity coexist. The Zone is rife with violence and crime. Due to illegal trade and dangerous research, many of its activities are associated with protocors and Wanderers.

But everything seems very far away when you are in his arms.

He approaches you from behind, barely touching, drawing abstract patterns along your spine until he reaches your lower back. You want to step back, press yourself against his chest and stand there until dawn, which will not come. Today you don’t really want to swear, because it’s a useless exercise. The worst thing is to try to remake a person to your own rules, to deprive him of his own “I”.

- You won.

- I know, - he only says in a whisper. There is no mockery in his intonation.

Long fingers, exciting the imagination, climb under the unbuttoned shirt, under which you are wearing only panties and a leather harness on your chest. You like to wear men's shirts, sweaters and accessories: to remember his warmth, the smell of perfume. At least this way you can not part, keeping the memories.

With a slight movement, Sylus turns you to face him. You slip your finger under the belt of the towel, hinting at an extra piece of clothing, to which Sylus raises an eyebrow questioningly. Finally, his lips twist into a smug grin. There is no need to rush, you have the whole night at your disposal, except for those days when the man is present at important meetings and negotiations.

Humility will pay off in full.

The costs of the profession do not disappear without a trace. In the brothel, the owner expected productive work from the prostitutes: the more clients, the more income. The slaves themselves received just enough to keep from starving to death.

You are incredibly lucky to be freed, when hundreds of the same weak-willed slaves are still languishing in the brothel. Asking for a big favor is a thankless task. You have already received everything: the best lover who can provide for your life exactly until the end of the term of need. If he wants, it seems that he has the power to close the brothel, only in place of one establishment another will appear. This is an endless struggle between evil and evil.

Those same fingers that you can’t stop dreaming about, grasp your thin wrist with traces of abrasions and bruises that have not yet disappeared.

- Put it behind your back.

Your breath catches from the realization of what will happen next. Sylus goes to the chest of drawers with clothes. The top drawer contains his special toys. The cold metal of the handcuffs gleams in the dim light of the lamps. Breathe, just breathe. You obediently move your hands back and clasp them in a lock. The tall, blond figure walks past you, then stops behind you, out of sight.

The click of cuffs echoes off the bedroom walls, and then there's silence. Sylus walks around you, coming back to face you. His dark lashes flutter. Without realizing it, you're staring at him, taking in every inch of him: the smooth curves of his brows, the thick lashes, the neat nose, the sensual lips.

The man's gaze lifts, and his eyebrows rise, giving him an innocent look. A minute passes, maybe two. It's hard to tell. Reality swirls around you as you fall into his eyes. Your thoughts are naked. You have no intention of hiding your desires.

You watch with agonizing anticipation as he takes the metal chain attached to your choker at the other end and threads the carabiner through the ring on his collar, symbolizing a single bond.

Sylus advances on you until he collides with the wall. Your shoulders shake. Your heart starts pounding, but you don't panic. Thanks to his mercy, you're probably still alive. With that - the past lifestyle, girls don't grow old, especially in Zone N109.

This debt is indefinite. Never to be repaid.

- Sweetheart, if you don't want to...

- I remembered the past at the wrong time, - you brush away the rapidly running tears on your cheeks. - I owe you all...

He puts a finger to your lips, urging you to shut up, to which you nod in agreement and throw your leg over his waist. There should be no reason for sadness today or tomorrow. With ease, the man grabs you by the armpits and lifts you off the ground, allowing you to wrap both legs around him, because there is nothing else to hold on to.

Sylus is your support. A gift from fate.

- Forgive me.

This time he silences you with a kiss, punishing you by pressing your lips together and depriving you of the rest of your air. His hand pulls the chain down, bringing your chest closer to his.

- Think of us.

Sylus's deep, low voice makes you smile tenderly. His rough tongue licks the salty tracks of tears. You will only cry from the highest degree of pleasure, because he swore: "I'll be damned if I don't get my way."

[indusfera]

Character design commission for MarshyBunny! They requested me to blend dragon features with their pretty dark elf character Sarfir ;D

I'm very happy with this piece ❤️

My commissions are open! Feel free to DM me for details or check my ko-fi page ;D

[tomepact]

hymnal talk about your uncle

there is a moment of quiet hesitation over the fire as hymnal stops mid-bite of food, his eyes darting to the side almost instinctively before he sets the spoon down once more. the fire casts reflective, dancing lights across the scars on his face and neck, particularly on the one that narrowly misses his eye and aligns with the broken horn on his brow.

" my uncle? oh. um. he's a paladin back at the temple. "

for someone who can be so confident in the face of true danger, there is something weighty in his voice when he speaks. the words sound practiced, perhaps, or parroted.

" his name is sarfir. sarfir galanodel. he's -- a paladin, high ranking, and he raised me when my father left me in his care. he trained me in how to fight. if you met him, you'd -- we look a bit alike. he says i look like my father. dark hair, the same nose, that sort of thing. just minus the whole. . .tiefling. . .thing. "

he makes a gesture to himself before settling a little closer to the fire.

" he still lives at the temple, but he's not as active in services anymore. not since i was old enough to be out on my own. he's getting on in years nowadays. "

he picks the spoon back up, refusing to meet any gazes.

" why? weird for you to ask about him after all this time. "

talk about--

[pink-bird-30]

RobStar Week 2020- Rescue

How is everyone doing?!  Welcome back to RobStar Week 2020 day 5!!!!  Are we ready for today’s post?!  I know I am!

As always, my stories are connect for this RobStar week.  I do encourage you to go read the last 4 days works before reading this one.

Here is my link to my FF.net if you’d like to read the collection here:

(https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13635654/1/RobStar-Week-2020-All-Works)

Warning, I made a really bad pun in here.  and for my comic book Batfam readers, there’s an easter egg in here for you.  Let me know if you find it!

Happy Reading!

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The party was in full swing by the time Kori and Dick made their way down the main stairs of Wayne Manor.  Bruce was throwing one of his annual galas to raise money for the GCPD.  But Dick was unaware that this would be happening while he and Kori were visiting before their wedding.

Over the past year there had been arrangements made for Robin and Starfire to get married.  But due to being heroes, and everyone scattered around the world, they thought it’d be best to have the ceremony in Gotham.

Starfire and Robin thought it’d be best to go to Gotham to get everything settled for the ceremony.  A simple task to make sure everything they wanted was perfect.

Quick and easy, right?

Wrong.

Really wrong.

Ever since news spread that Bruce Wayne’s son was engaged, the media had been in a frenzy.  Naturally, Bruce took this as an opportunity to make it known the couple would be attending his annual gala.

This was not ideal for both Kori and Dick.

The moment the two stepped down into the ballroom of Wayne Manor, the entire room erupted in applause and congratulations.  Kori buried her face in Dick’s neck trying to hide from the constant flashes from the media.  His arm came up to comfort her, resting on her bare back.

The dress she wore was definitely one of his favorites.  A dark blue halter dress with a low back; it was an inside joke as to why she chose that color.  Unknown to the world, after Dick and Kori get back from their honeymoon, Dick was going to step down as Robin and hand the mantel over to his little brother Jason.  He’d been working hard and Dick knew his time as Robin was coming to an end.

“Dick, Kori, over here.”  Bruce waved them over and passed each of them a glass of champagne.

Brice tapped the side of his glass gathering the attention of everyone in the room, “Excuse me, I’d like to make a toast. To my son Dick, and my future daughter-in-law Kori on their engagement.  I think I speak for everyone here and wish you two a happy marriage.  To Dick and Kori!”

The room cheered for the couple before they all continued their conversations.

Dick and Kori did their best to keep away from other people and stick together.  As long as they stayed together, they wouldn’t have any issues.  Dick was mostly concerned with Kori getting lost with all these people.  

He knew these types, upper class snobs who think they’re better than everyone.  Most of the time they show up to these charity events to get a tax break.  Or get into the Gotham Gazette as the ‘Best Dressed’ of the week.

After an hour of roaming the party, Dick tried his best to keep up the good son charade but it was weighing on his nerves.  He kissed Kori on the cheek and quietly whispered to her, “Hey, wannah get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

They said their goodbyes to the couple they were talking to and did their best to make their way back to the library.  But before they got too far Kori was pulled away by a group of young women Dick recognized as his former classmates from Gotham Academy, and Dick was pulled away by Wally West.

“My my, you’re a hard man to find, Grayson.”  The two men hugged each other.

“Wally, how you’ve been?”  They walked over to the bar, each asking the bartender for a beer.

Wally leaned against the bar, taking a large swing of his beer, “Could be better, Jinx and I split up again.  I think this time for good.”

Dick patted his friend on the shoulder, “I’m sorry, man.  Maybe it’s for the best.”  Dick takes a drink from his beer and settles it back down on the bar.  “Kori told me that Artemis talks about you a lot.”

Wally seemed to brighten a bit at the news, “Really, and is Ms. Crock in attendance tonight?”

Dick let out a hearty laugh, “I don’t think so, I heard she was helping out at the Hall Of Justice today since Bruce was throwing this gala.”

Wally hummed before chugging his beer, belched, which caught the attention of an older blonde woman from across the room, and tipped an invisible hat to Dick.

“Til next time, Grayson.  I got a lady to woo.” And then Wally was gone in a flash.

Dick took one final sip of his beer and glanced around the ballroom trying to see where Kori had gone off to.

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Kori wasn’t sure how she ended up with this group of girls, but she wished someone would come and rescue her.

“So, you’re the lucky woman who tied down Grayson.” The tall brunet woman said.

“Is it true you’ll inherit the Wayne fortune with this marriage, no prenup?” said the short red headed woman.

“I heard he’s amazing in bed.” Was the comment from the blonde leaning against the wall.

Kori’s eyes widened at the questions being pelted at her, she tried her best to stay at Dick’s side, but somehow they ended up separated a few moments ago.

“Well, umm…” Kori didn’t know what to say.  To be completely honest she didn’t even understand half the things these women were saying to her.

X’hal, where did Richard go…

The women started laughing, “Oh you poor dear, out of your element are we?”

The redhead turned to the blonde and snickered, “Look at her, I doubt she is from wealth herself.”

“A mere peasant if anything.”  The Brunette turned back to Kori to glare at her, “So which is it, were you some random tramp he found or are you pregnant with his bastard child?”

Kori’s jaw dropped and was close to slapping the smirk off the woman’s face before an arm settled around her shoulders, unfamiliar to her.

The face of the three snobbish women gaped at the man that was standing next to Kori.

“Ladies,” Bruce said casually.  “I couldn’t but overhear that you were speaking poorly to my daughter.  Now what were you saying about her being a tramp?”

Kori knew that tone, it was his ‘I’m Batman’ voice.

“Well umm…”

“Mr. Wayne, we can explain.”

“Aren’t you so handsome up close.”

Bruce hummed and snapped his fingers at two guards walking through the crowd of people.

“Ah, gentlemen.  Please remove these women from the manor and make sure they never come back.  Enjoy the rest of your evening ladies.”

And with that, Bruce escorted Kori away from the group of women who were crying out their apologies to the bachelor.  He walked Kori down a hidden hallway away from the party and pushed on a false wall before they both walked inside.

Bruce let Kori go and pushed the button in the hidden elevator, bringing them down to the Batcave.  Kori awed in surprise, not realizing the Batcave was located underneath Wayne Manor.  After stepping off the elevator, she slowly walked around looking at all the different weapons on the walls, the various vehicles that were stationed near a long dark opening, and the ops area that held a single chair and a round table behind it.

“How glorious, Richard did not mentioned the cave of bat was beneath your home.”  Bruce could see the awe across the young woman’s face and gestured for her to take a seat at the ops table.

The Bruce that helped her out of her predicament was gone, replaced with the man she knew from Richard’s stories.

“I’m not surprised…Dick did leave here in a hurry.”

Kori looked up to Bruce, seeing that carful façade slipping for a moment.  She got up from the chair and walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“From what he has told me, it was not the easy decision for him.”

Bruce smiled slightly and draped a blanket over Kori’s shoulder before ushering her back to the chair.

“I’ll locate Dick for you.”

Kori nodded and swiveled back to face the array of computer screens taking up the largest portion of the cave wall.

“And Kori,”  She turned to face him.  “I’m glad he has you.”

He turns to step back into the elevator, letting it shut behind him.

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No longer than ten minutes passed before Dick rushed out of the elevator and made his way to Kori.

“Kor!  I tried looking everywhere for you.  What happened?  Bruce only told me a little bit of what the women said.”

Kori got up from the chair and took Dick’s suit jacket from him, draping it on the back of the chair before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Slowly, they pulled apart.  Kori rubbed her nose against his and places a gentle kiss on his cheek before stepping back.

“It does not matter.  Bruce did the rescuing of me from those…” Kori scowls. “…unpleasant women, they do the reminding of Kitten.”

Dick groans, “I remember those girls from the academy.  They’re really just a bunch of leached trying to find their way into the upper class.”

Kori nodded, knowing the type.

“I am the grateful Bruce was there, I was close to hitting the blonde one.”

Dick laughs before pulling Kori close again, resting his forehead on her’s as they slowly sway together.

“That, I would have loved to see.  These galas were always so boring as a kid.”

Kori giggles and presses a soft kiss to his lips.  They stayed like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company away from the world above them.

“Richard?” Kori looked past Dick’s shoulder to the corner of the cave.

“Yeah, Kor?”  Dick wrapped his arms tighter around her and started to trail his lips down her neck.

“Why does the cave of bats have a dinosaur?”

[farsight-the-char]

So in “I am not Starfire”, Starfire is legit trying to be a good mom, but Maddy is just an awful self-insert.

....

Bleh.

[paupaufg]

[dc-and-damirae]

starfire: damian is missing. can you find him?

dick: what do you think I have him micro chipped or something?

sarfire: do you?

dick: no of course not what tipe of brother do you think I am!

raven, from the other side of house: BULSHIT!

dick: ok yeah he's at Lex Corp

starfire: WHAT!

[axibaximillion]

Here is a fan doodle of the DC Super Heroine Sarfire, here sexy posing. I had the idea of the hair drawing the eye around her silhouette,

hope you enjoy :) 

[karanempire9968]

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[varoun-r]

क्या किया फिर Sunday ko ? Humne apne kuch sarfire dosto k sath choti road trip maari, kyunki subah se barish ho rahi hai aur Bhopal aapko pata hi hai kisi hill station se kam hai kya ? Vaise road trips bohot sari gadiyon men kiya hai, par pata nahi apni alto me kuch alag feel ata hai. The compactness of the car works as a binder to bring people mote closer. So close that they often fall over each other at turns 😂😂😂. But ek baar aiye mere sath is car me road trip karen, jeevan ki sabse behtareen road trip hogi aapki. #roadtrip #cartrip #carinterior #lifeofadventure #madhyapradesh #bhopalinfo #apnabhopal #bhopal #monsoontrip #rainy #wetroads #varoun_r #justlikevaroun_r #thetravelerfrombhopal #quietinthewild #moodynature #roadstotravel #beautifulday #iamtraveler #behindthewheel #steeringwheel #thrillophilia #tripotocommunity #carlife #travelontheroad #ipulledoverforthis #marutisuzukialto #alto @update_bus_bhopal @ig.bhopal @bhopaldiaries @apna_bhopal @hellobhopal @bhopallovers @cntravellerindia @msarenaofficial @marutisuzukialtok10 @roadtrip.diaries @travelrealindia @streets.of.india @shutterhub.india @india @discoverindia.magazine @indian.photo @photographers_of_india @budding_photographers_of_india @photographers.hub.of.india @thewanderedworld @mptourism @pranshu_dubey @_vivek_04 @praddhumna https://www.instagram.com/p/B2J2h25gG7x/?igshid=cxkmsqymlrhq

[incorrectpineapplepartyquotes]

If you aren't constantly in danger of obliterating everything you know, you aren't really doing magic.

The Sarfir twins, probably

[ridershq]

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