wrap around belt

of course kara and maggie will get there in time, but not before she passes out in that tank. so alex is gonna have to come to terms with the fact that she’s going to die. maybe the water is at her waist and she’s still sure they’ll come in time. she’s talking to them through the video feed and trying to keep kara from going off the rails. passing along any helpful information for j'onn. and then the water is at her neck and her feet barely touch the ground and she’s telling maggie she’s okay. her heart is racing a little faster and she’s trying to use her pants to slow the flow of water. but then it’s rising above her head and she has to tread to stay afloat. she realizes there’s only a few inches of air left and no one is on the other side of the video feed. they’re searching for her she knows, but now she doesn’t think they’ll make it. she double, triple checks to make sure there’s nothing else she can do. she wraps her belt around her hand and takes a deep breath the moment the water reaches the ceiling. she pounds on the glass, a last ditch effort fueled by anger and fear of the inevitable. she feels herself getting lightheaded, and thinks of kara. she feels guilty because kara has already lost so much, and alex promised she would always be there. she knows this could break her, that she’ll never be able to forgive herself for not getting to alex in time. but alex doesn’t blame her, she just hopes she’ll move on one day. the water is still, her chest aches and a darkness is clouding her vision. so she closes her eyes, and sees maggie’s face. she hopes maggie isn’t the one to find her, hopes she doesn’t have to see her like that. and she regrets the words she left unsaid between them. she knows she’s fading, can feel her lungs giving out, but she feels calm. maybe this will break kara, maybe maggie will never move on. but she knows they’ll take care of each other. they’re safe, and they’ll remember her.

Vague Reckoning

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3467

Warnings: Angst to Fluff to Smut. NSFW gifs.

@kazekagegirl​ asked “Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader is hard on herself every time she’s messes up or does something the wrong way, she thinks she has to perfect, she thinks she screws up a lot when in actuality she don’t. Well one day her and Bucky get into it and she becomes emotional and he tells her she is not a screw up, she more than what she gives herself credit for, they argue and he storms off they make up and possibly smut. It’s different but if you can please and thank you.”

A/N: So I finally have time for all the requests! Request away people :) I changed the request a tinsy bit. Hope you don’t mind. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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A Little Death - Warren Worthington III

words - 1,659

pairing - warren worthington iii x fem!reader

warnings - pure smut, daddy kink, bondage, oral (fr), thigh riding, edging

a/n - this is the kinkiest thing i’ve ever written (inspired by a little death by the neighborhood) and now i need to bath myself in holy water :))))))

@kurtwxgners , @shayara , @rax-writes , @v-writings , @phoenixejean  

hope ya’ll don’t mind me taggin you!

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Your breath came out in short gasps, goosebumps raising on your skin as you squirmed, pulling your arms against the pieces of pink silk holding your wrists to the bedpost. Warren’s fingers trailed themselves up your thigh, avoiding the area that craved them most, and worked his way up to your lips. His thumb stopped on your lip, parting your lips slightly, your tongue darting out quickly, before taking the tip of his finger into your mouth.

He groaned, tilting his head to the side a fraction, before he pulled the finger away from your mouth, the warmth of his body leaving yours. He laid on his stomach between your legs, which were tied to the other side of the bed, the same pink ribbons adorning your ankles. He dragged a knuckle from your knee up to your core, lightly brushing against the neglected bundle of nerves at the top. Your breathing hitched as your fingers wrapped tightly around the soft ribbons, pulling slightly.

A low chuckle left his mouth, his breath fanning across your thighs, sending yet another shudder up your spine. You whimpered, jaw clenched tight as his thumb hovered slightly over your clit, but never put the slightest bit of pressure. “Warren, please.”

“‘Please’ what babydoll?” He said, a smirk gracing his angelic features. “You’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that.”

“Please, touch me. You’re being such a tease.” You drew in a sharp breath as his hand rested on your inner thigh.

“Touch you like…this? Is this what you want?” He ran his hand up and down your thigh, the side of his thumb barely brushing your aching core, but not enough to give you any relief. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your shaky voice. “Please, touch me. I-I want you to make me feel good, daddy.”

His eyes darkened as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand stopped on your upper thigh, before traveling down to your sex. His thumb pressed down on your clit, before making small, slow circles around the sensitive nub. He grinned at you before ducking his head down, lips trailing over your inner thigh to where his thumb was currently working. He slowly slid his index finger down your lips, before circling your entrance.

You moaned, legs already shaking and straining against the smooth ties. His mouth devoured your core as his finger slowly slipped in, pumping in and out a few times before curling it in a ‘come-here’ motion.

The feeling of his fingers and oh-so-sinful mouth of his working you at the same time sent you spiraling. He felt your walls clench as you teetered on the edge of euphoria, before pulling away quickly, leaving you dangling on the edge. You whimpered, hips bucking in a futile attempt to gain some friction. “Uh huh, little girl. You’re not coming that easily. You gotta work for it.”

He climbed off the bed, walking around to the end of it, before gently untying your ankles. He stood at your feet, rubbing slow, soothing circles into the skin of your ankles before moving up to your head and repeating the same actions with your wrists. He carefully pulled you up into a sitting position, thumbs rubbing small circles on the back of your hands. He sat at the edge of the bed before gently lifting you up and placing you on his thigh, the denim rough against the smooth skin of your inner thighs. He placed his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly, as he pressed you firm against the muscle of his thigh. “Fuck yourself on my thigh.”

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes immediately locked with his.

“You heard me right, kitten,” he chuckled, fingertips digging into the skin on the side of your hips. He used his hands to move them back and forth on his thigh, causing you to gasp at the friction. He stopped, but his hands stayed where they were. “Fuck yourself on my thigh.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, gaining leverage before you began to drag your core along his thigh, breathing hard and ragged. You started out slow, but you gradually gained speed, leaving a line of wetness along Warren’s jeans. He groaned as your hips stuttered against his thigh, legs shaking, the wetness practically dripping from your core seeping through the fabric. Your body began to heat up as you neared your peak, the knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. A few more drags along the ridges of his thigh and You broke, back arching, pressing your chest against his, as your body trembled, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He grunted as he hauled you up and placed you back on the bed before stepping away from it once more. The bulge in his jeans prominent as he undid the belt, taking his sweet, sweet time while giving you a little show. He draped the belt over the end of the bed before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. He smirked as he saw your eyes dart to that little patch of skin peeking out from under his briefs.

Youn one slow, yet fluid motion he began to pull down his jeans, his wings lightly brushing the wall behind him, his briefs lowering with his pants. His member stood at attention, tip red and dripping. A small moan left the back of your throat as he motioned for you to go to him. You got up and took a couple steps towards him. He grabbed your forearms, turning your back to him, before pushing me face first on the plush bed. He kept your arms behind your back as he shuffled around behind you.

You soon felt the cold leather of his black belt wrap around your wrists a few times, before he secured it tightly. He gripped his cock, brushing it against your folds, before prodding your entrance. A choked-off whimper left your throat, as your fingers tried to grab onto him despite knowing he was out of reach. “Warren p-”

A resounding smack landed on your ass, a moan erupting from your half-open mouth, your body already shaking. “What was that, princess?”

You took a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of your composure and dignity, before speaking. “Daddy, please, daddy. I need you.”

“I told you before, babygirl, you gotta use your words. What is it you want?”

“I-” You paused, clenching your jaw as he shifted his hips, hard member rubbing against your wet core. “I-I need you to fuck me, daddy. Please, daddy.”

He let out a shaky breath, the grip his hands had on your hips tightening.”As you wish, princess.”

He buried himself in you in a single, plunging stroke. He stilled, groaning as your walls clenched and constricted his cock, the sound causing another aching wave to travel straight to your core. He slowly began to thrust, in and out, making sure you could accommodate his size. As he felt you loosen slightly, your body more relaxed, he began to piston his hips against yours vigorously. You moaned loudly as his hand made contact with your ass once more before grabbing a handful of it and using it to pull you closer to him.

“No coming until I tell you, right babygirl?” He ground out between gritted teeth.

“Y-yes, daddy.”

You felt that familiar heat travel to your lower stomach, your grip on your fingers tightening, as you let out a choked-off moan. He thrusted hard, then stopped, grinding his hips against your ass. He pulled out and quickly undid the belt before flipping you over and plunging into you once more. He fucked in and out of you, your colliding hips causing the obscene skin-to-skin sound to reverberate through the room. He trailed his hand up your chest, finger flicking quickly over your nipple, before wrapping around your throat, tightening slightly.

His hips stuttered against yours as he tilted his head back. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the combined pressure of his cock moving in and out and his hand around your throat sending endorphins to every inch of your body. He released your neck, allowing you to draw in a breath, as you desperately tried to postpone your orgasm.

“Daddy, I-I can’t-”

He growled, hand landing hard on your ass once more. “Go ahead, princess. I’m right behind you.”

You cried his name as your orgasm hit you hard, body convulsing and back arching off the bed. He leaned down, burying his face in your shoulder as he growled. He quickly pulled out and jerked himself, his come landing across your abdomen and breasts. His wings stretched out behind him, longest feathers barely brushing the floor, and he worked himself through his orgasm. You laid on the bed, chest heaving, body tired and spent. You heard his groan before everything was still, the only sound in the room being your combined pants.

You felt the bed dip and him kiss your forehead before he padded out of the room, feet thudding along the wood flooring. He came back with a wet washcloth and slowly and carefully wiped away the mess on your torso, before making his way down to your core.

When he was done he threw the washcloth in the wash basket, opened your drawer and grabbed a pair of panties and one of his old band shirts. He slipped the pink lace up your legs and over your hips, before helping you sit up and slipping the shirt over your head. He put on a pair of sweats and climbed in the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist while pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“You alright, princess?”

You nodded, turning around to face him in his arms and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before burying your face in his chest, your breathing evening out.

anonymous asked:

You got any headcanons about the Shimada Bro's s/o meeting or playing with their noodle dragons?

~I love the noodle dragons so much. They’re so derpy.


Genji

  • The first time he showed them to you, you were expecting the giant dragons he always used in battle. You were a little nervous about it because you knew how important it was that they accepted you. These little noodle creatures are not what you were expecting.
  • The moment Genji finally introduces you to them, they love you completely. You don’t know that the dragons are an extension of their master’s true self and Genji doesn’t tell you because he’s embarrassed by how clingy the dragons are with you. They love to wrap around your waist like belts and just move around the house with you. When you do find out that they’re an extension of his love for you, you couldn’t be happier. 
  • They’re so affectionate with you, Genji starts getting a little jealous. You get caught in the middle of a Dragon vs. Ninja Cyborg affection triangle. They’re fighting over you constantly and you’re just trying to keep up. As much as you love all the attention, you eventually have to sit them both down and tell them to stop.
  • When Genji goes on really long missions, he leaves a dragon with you. It keeps you company until he gets back. Its like having a part of him with you always. It makes you happy. 

Hanzo

  • The first time you met the dragons had been a total accident. Hanzo had been otherwise preoccupied and let the dragons roam free when suddenly he remembered that you were also in the house. He looked for you and found you, arm out reaching to touch them. He was just about to stop you when the dragons rested their heads against your hand and curled around you. He was shocked.
  • When you learn that the dragons are an extension of their master’s true self, you realize just how touch starved Hanzo is. The dragons are constantly around you hugging you, begging to be touched. You just can’t say no to them. Some nights, you wake up with them curled on your chest and you just hold them closer. You get into the habit of holding Hanzo more too. He doesn’t say much about the change but you can tell he’s happier.
  • “They’re cats.” “They’re not cats. They’re majestic beasts that should be feared.” “If they knock over glasses like cats, if they hiss like cats, if they wake up in the middle of the night to go running around the house for no reason like cats, They’re cats.” “My dragons are not cats.”
  • He gets upset when you pull out a laser pointer. The first time you’d done it had been as a joke but when the dragons actually started chasing it, it made your day. You started buying all kinds of cat toys for them to play with.
Daddy Kink (Ash’s Writing Challenge)

I know I’m a day late so it’s okay if I’m disqualified I just wanted to get this out either way! Also can we just talk about this gif fffuuuuuUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!! okay i need help 

Warnings: SMUT AFFFF, Daddy Kink, Overall Negan’s sexiness, cussing

Word Count: 1397

Originally posted by marythenurse


The sound of a washer machine hummed through the room, making the only noise to fill the void. Cleaning the saviors’ clothing had been the job you were assigned since Negan demolished your group and took you captive. You had lost track of the time since you arrived and faded into the routine. Weeks? Months? The answer was unknown and irrelevant. Lacking any social interaction, you could be found hiding in the laundry room or in your dorm. Avoiding Negan had been a speciality you developed. You were the kind of person to tend to hide away from your ‘crushes’. The amount of fantasies you had of him was quite embarrassing but it made a fun pastime during quiet evenings like today. The laundry room was tucked away in the basement, lacking light and people. You were pretty sure the only person who knew of this place was Negan. And even that assumption was debatable, until he had shown up that evening. You were daydreaming about him again, all outside sounds being drowned out by the cleaning machines. When he snuck in without warning, you hadn’t even noticed he entered until he spoke.

“Hey there darlin’” His husky voice sent a chill through your body and caused you to jump into reality. You gave a shy, weary smile in response. His eyes scanned the room as if he were seeing it for the first time.

“I nearly forgot about this fucking place. That is, until I thought of you.” He walked around slowly. His tall body making the room feel a lot smaller than usual.

“Believe it or not I’ve been fucking looking for you. I had almost given up hope until I was reminded of your duties. You haven’t been avoiding me have you sweetheart?” Negan held your gaze and he spoke those last words. Feeling your cheeks heat up you decided to continue your job to ease your anxiety.

Quit being a fucking pussy! You’ve dreamt of this man for the past few months and now you’re alone with him! Fucking do something!

You looked around the room and noticed a new box of dryer sheets on the top of the shelf behind Negan. Not only would that make you move instead of standing there like a deer in headlights, but it would bring you closer to his lean body.. Forcing your legs into action, you awkwardly moved past Negan.

Jesus Christ did you forget how to fucking walk? God I look like such a fucking dumb ass.

“No answer? That’s fine.” He chuckled to himself and leaned against the table in the middle of the room. Turning to face you as you attempted to reach for the dryer sheets. You went onto the tip of your toes to reach the box, but failed. After multiple tries of stretching your arms as far as the could go and nearly giving yourself a foot cramp with all that straining, you were about to give up.

Great. Now you can’t even reach the box. Now you look even more-

“Need some help? I’ve got to admit watching you struggle might have just made my day.” Negan laughed at your misery as he pushed himself off of the table and moved beside you. With his height, reaching for the box would take little to no effort. Your eyes roamed his body as he was about to assist you, but he stopped. You blushed as your eyes met his after thoroughly checking him out, a smirk spread across his face.

“What’s the magic word?” He teased.

“Please.” You spoke quietly making it so he could barely hear. He leaned down to your face and spoke low.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Without even thinking you took your chance, after all, you had desired this man for a long time and you weren’t about to miss your opportunity.

“Please, Daddy.” His eyebrows raised at your response as he smiled wickedly. His fingers lightly tapped beneath your chin and his eyes grew dark.

“Say it again.” He demanded softly, staring at your mouth. But you didn’t follow his order, instead you took it one step further. Lowering your eyes you dipped your chin, taking his middle and index finger into your mouth. He hummed in delight and your eyes met his, making sure not to break eye contact. Your mouth moved down his fingers, swirling your tongue around them, before slowly moving back up. When you pulled away, a trail of spit followed the two of you before breaking away.

“Please, Daddy.” You repeated yourself. But this time, you desired something other than the dryer sheets. To show him, you grabbed the same hand and moved it to your throat. Grasping the outside of his hand and tightening it around you, gazing up at him as he stared down at you with lust. His hand gripped your neck in response as he quickly moved against you, causing your body to press against the wall. The opposite set of fingers trailed beneath your skirt. You tugged on the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. It started off slow, before the two of your tongues entered the others’ mouth and moved rhythmically. His fingers roamed your body before sliding into your panties. Gasping into his mouth when he found your clitorius. Negan started to massage it before he decided he wanted more. He removed your underwear with one finger before moving both hands behind your thighs, he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his body. You yearned for him in every way. His kisses trailed from your mouth to you jawline, and then your neck. He then sucked on the soft spot just beneath your jaw. You lifted your head to give him full access as he took your skin with his teeth and tugged.  Moaning in response, you could feel him smirk against your skin in satisfaction. You could hear him unbuckle his pants hastily with one hand, and when hearing the belt fall to the floor you could help but grow more excited. You pulled him closer to you with your legs and he laughed lowly in response.

“Easy baby girl.” He whispered into your ear. Before you could react his thrusted into you, causing a gasp to erupt from your lips. He gave you a chance to adjust to his size, as if it were possible. When he felt you were comfortable he started to move, fast and hard. Moving your hands to his hair, you gripped onto him not knowing what else to do with this pleasure. You bounced against him as your back was pressed against the wall. Nibbling on your ear, he moaned huskily into you. You replied with a muffled moan as you pressed your face into his neck. You slid your hands into the top of shirt and dug your nails into his back. Negan wasn’t the only one marking his territory. You attempted to catch your breath but the only thing that occurred was a pleasure filled wince. A wave of pleasure started to rise within you and you squeezed your eyes shut in response. Unable to comprehend, it overtook your entire body as Negan moved faster into you. You cried out loud and dug your nails deeper into him, he rode out your orgasm and continued for his own. Your walls tightened around him causing Negan to shudder against you as you felt him throb inside of you. He attempted to hold in his noises but failed as he released a low moan, cumming into you.

“Ah, fuck!” His head pressed into your chest as he tried to contain himself. After he finished he pulled out slowly and allowed you to finally touch the ground and fix yourself up the best you could.

“Fuck sweetheart, I should help you out with laundry more often.” He smiled evilly as he pulled his pants back up and wrapped his belt around him.

“Of course Daddy, you know where to find me.” You winked and turned away to tend to your duties, swaying your hips as a tease. Feeling him watch you, you bent over to open the washer, giving him a clear view up your skirt.

“Or we can just fucking continue now.” He gripped onto your waist and pulled you into him for round 2.


@negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

Sir

Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook

Words: 978

Genre: Full on smut, do not read if you are pure, dom!Jungkook, teacher!Jungkook, student!reader

Summary: Y/N gets caught talking in class

Request: anonymous

A/N: The 2nd smut I’ve written that was requested rather than me just adding it in because I felt like it! I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to tell me if I need to fix anything! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by purelyjimin

“Why is he so attractive?” I turn to look at my best friend who was looking at our college professor. Now he wasn’t the typical, old professor. He’s working part time with the school while he goes through grad school, so he’s very close to our age. So it’s not weird that she’s ogling him.

“Why aren’t you paying attention in class?” I ask her. “Is your plan to fail this class so you have to take it again next semester?”

“Yes.” She says, no hint of a joke on her face.

“What if he’s not teaching this class next semester?”

“Ms. Y/L/N! Why are you talking during my class?” I look up and meet Mr. Jeon’s gaze. “Well, according to the clock, it’s time for you guys to go anyway. Ms. Y/L/N, if you could stay after class so I can speak with you.”

I took my time putting my books away as my classmates rushed to leave. “You are so lucky to get to stay after with him. I’m so envious.” My best friend says as she left the room.

“Care to explain why you were talking during my class?” Mr. Jeon asks as I walked up to his desk.

“I was answering y/bf/n’s question, sir.” I answer as I lean against the wooden surface.

“And may I ask what was so important that you had to answer it right then?”

“She wanted to know why you were so attractive.” I say, not bothering to lie or beat around the bush.

“And what did you tell her?” He asks while smirking at me, leaning closer.

“Well I definitely didn’t tell her why I find you attractive.” I look up at him innocently.

He smirks again and walks over to the door. “It’s a very good thing neither you nor I have a class right now.”

“And why is that?” I ask just as he turns the lock.

“Because I believe a punishment is in order.” That’s right, I’m fucking my professor.

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Hades and Persephone (harry au)

I’m a sucker for Greek Mythology lmao. This isn’t the same exact story probably but I wanted to put it in my perspective and how I like to imagine it. Especially imagining Harry as god of the underworld because that boy is a total cupcake. We’re just gonna call Hades as Harry’s name lmao. I’ve been fantasizing this for a while now so I hope this kills you as much as it kills me! Haha xx M

Contains mature content

The underworld is a very dark and dreary place. The blood curdling screams from the spirits of the dead could be heard from miles away beneath the earth’s ground. The souls being punished severely for the countless sins they’ve committed. As soon as one enters the underworld, there’s this depressing aura that surrounds a person. A very frightening one too. There is literal smell of death that fills the air of the gloomy place. 

Moans and groans could be heard from where Harry was sat in his palace, on his large throne that was made of dark steel meaning to look intimidating with it’s size and the bronze gemstones dispersed into the strong metal.

It was his job to rule the underworld. To control the deaths and punishments of those souls who deserved it. The sound of terrified screams coming from the outside of his palace did not phase him at all. He has learned to not sympathize any of the souls who are being punished. It isn’t exactly an easy job to rule death.The worse the sins are, the more unfortunate a soul was. He has learned to avoid them.

Harry is a man who is void of emotions. Or he was a man who was void emotions. It had all changed when the light of his life, his love, his beautiful goddess Persephone entered his life. Her job was to control springtime and vegetation. She was literally the physical representation of warmth and life thus, being the polar opposite of Harry who was cold and only took lives. She was the reason why he has become less harsh and more warm. His cold, black heart would melt every time he saw. 

Persephone literally glowed and out shined the dark world of death. Her warmth and caring persona was the only life down in the underworld. She was able to counteract Harry’s darkness with her power of changing the seasons and growing the plants for people to survive with food. 

Her beauty was something Harry still wasn’t use to. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful goddess was all his. His, his, his. This beauty was all his and he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they were married. That he was married to someone who was the polar opposite of him. He couldn’t believe that a beautiful, caring woman like her loved a cold hearted man like him. She was the only person who would make him feel emotions. She was the only person that Harry cared about. The only person Harry has ever felt loved for.

The first time he saw her, he was so sure he fell in love with her right then and there. She was stood far away from him, picking flowers from a field when he saw her. Her aura radiated innocence and warmth. He wanted her as his wife so he had abducted her and took her into the depths of Earth into his realm. She hated him at first. She hated what he did and she hated how he acted. She had thought that he was a selfish man for abducting her. But slowly, she fell in love with the man who had a black heart. She was the cause of his heart turning one shade lighter from black. She had learned to love him with everything she had despite who he was. She accepted him into her life. She accepted his job as the ruler of death and stood by his side as goddess of the Underworld when they got married.

Persephone was Harry’s weakness. They both knew that. She was the woman who was able to control him. She was the only person who was able to slightly melt his ice cold heart. She was the woman who lit up his life and brought a smile to his usual stoic face. 

Harry is sat in his throne room with a fluttery heart and butterflies bursting in his stomach as he watches his beautiful wife walk down the aisle. The only woman who could cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach. The large stone doors shut loudly behind her, leaving both of them privacy from their servants. His raspberry lips lift up into a smile as he stands up and allows his long legs to carry him to his glowing goddess. He felt his cold heart lodge in his throat when he sees her smiling at him, her demeanor radiating happiness when she sees him. He couldn’t believe that he was the reason for that wide smile. A ruthless man like him.

Persephone walks towards him in a white gown that contrasts against the dark room and Harry, who was dressed in a thick black robe. The upper half of the dress, clung to her chest. Her breasts slightly swelled up due to the golden belt wrapped around the waist and she knew it was going to bring a reaction out of her husband. The sleeves were off the shoulders, revealing her soft gleaming skin. Her hands were clasped together in front of her body and she looked down at the ground shyly when she saw Harry’s green eyes staring at her with adoration.

The both of them meet in the middle, his arms immediately going around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he can. Persephone’s hands rest against his broad chest and she leans her face closer to his as he bends his neck down slightly. She feels his breath wash over her face, cushioned lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the moment of the muscle that is puckered against her head for a few minutes.

Harry puckers his lips against her forehead a few more times before leaning down to press a kiss against the tip of her nose. She scrunches her nose up cutely at the tickling sensation and Harry chuckles at how adorable she looked, pressing his forehead against hers. 

“How did yeh sleep m’love?” He asks her, cupping her left cheek with his right hand. She leans into his palm, kissing it and he smiles at the action, rubbing his thumb under her eye.

“Very well,” She tells him, her fingers playing with the collar of his robe. She slightly opens the top apart to run her hand across his clavicle. Harry’s stomach tightens at the action, his hand moving behind to her hold the back of her neck. “Although, I was not happy when I saw that my husband wasn’t laying beside me,” She slightly pouts, causing him to chuckle.

He leans down to capture her rosy red lips in his, the hairs on his arms immediately raising at the feeling of her lips on his. The connection of their lips was felt throughout his body, electrifying and shocking every nerve. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the moment with his wife. Her arms latch around his neck, pulling him down even closer, harshly pressing her lips to his. Their lips move in sync and at the same rushed pace. Persephone bites down on her husband’s bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him as he tightly grips her hips with his large hands.

They let go after a few moments and breath across each other’s face. Harry’s hands run up and down her sides before grabbing her hips and squeezing them before pulling her close again.

“’M sorry, my angel,” He apologizes, giving another quick peck to her lips. “‘ve got a job t’do don’t I?”

“Mhm,” She hums, grabbing his collar to pull him down and latch her lips against his in another chaste kiss. She was addicted to the feeling of his lips on hers as was he. “As do I, but I wanted to spend time with my handsome man before I had to leave.” She mutters against his lips. 

Harry sticks out his bottom lip into a pout and Persephone chuckles, kissing it. “D’yeh have t’go today?” She nods, running her fingers through his brown locks. “Can’t yeh just miss a day?” He asks.

She shakes her head and he sighs, “If I don’t go, how will the plants grow? People need them for food, Harry. Or they might end up here.” She gives him a stern look and Harry grumbles, pulling her to his chest. She rests her head into the crook of his neck, pecking it a few times while he runs his hands up and down her back.

There are days where Persephone has to leave the Underworld because after all, she is the goddess of spring and vegetation. Just because she lives in the Underworld with her husband, it doesn’t mean her role above the Earth’s ground was over. It was her job to grow plants in the season.

Harry lets out a dramatic sigh, “Alright but…” He slides his hand down to her bum, grabbing each cheek with both hands and she gasps in surprise, nuzzling her nose into his neck even closer, “Can we at least spend some time together befo’ yeh leave,” He whispers hotly in her ear, biting down on her earlobe and squeezing her bum harder. She moans against his neck, tugging at his hair. 

No matter how many times they do this, he always takes her by surprise. She’s still his innocent girl. She still shies away at sex or when he mentions it. She’ll still blush whenever he finishes eating her out with her arousal on his face or when she has his cock in her mouth. But Harry loved it. He loves how red she gets and how she doesn’t meet his eyes when she finishes wiping her face after sucking him off.

“Yes, yes, yes,” She throws her head back when he starts kissing her neck, giving him more access to suck on her skin. He bites down on the skin beneath her ear, running his tongue over the soar spot before giving it a kiss. He does it a few more times on other places on her neck before she stops him, worried that her companions might see.

Harry growls, pulling her back by the waist and stares down at her breasts that are pushed up from her dress. He squeezes them harshly, emitting a loud moan from his goddess. His nose nuzzles between the area of her breasts, his hands moving up to her sleeves that rest just below her shoulders. He pushes down the sleeves more, revealing more of her cleavage; her skin looking as smooth as silk. He pushes down the front of the dress off her upper chest, releasing both of her breasts. His green eyes darken in lust at the sight, his lips immediately latching on to her hardened pink nipple. He bites down on the peaked bud, causing her to let another loud moan and her hands involuntarily move up to his hair, tugging at it harshly. His hands move down to her arse, giving it another hard squeeze, surely leaving marks. 

He swirls his tongue around her pink nipple a few times before kissing and biting at it. Persephone’s legs shake at his actions, shutting her eyes in pleasure while he moves on to her other breast. She feels one of his hands move to the front of the body, cupping her crotch and rubbing her through her gown. 

“H-Harry,” Persephone calls.

“Hm,” He hums, spitting down onto her sternum and watching his saliva slide down the bone. 

“Don’t wanna do it here,” She gasps when he pinches her nipple between his forefinger and thumb harshly. “Please.” She begs him. “Someone might come!” She says, watching him wrap his left arm around her torso and tugging her dress up to run his hand over the skin over her legs. 

“The only one whose goin’ t’come is yeh,” He whispers hotly against her lips before kissing her hungrily. Harry pushes his tongue against Persephone’s lips and she opens her mouth to grant access. Their tongues touch, swirling in motion. She bites down on his bottom lip while she trails her hands down the front of his body to his groin, squeezing it. Harry groans, kissing her roughly while he grabs her hair at the back of her head.

“Let’s go upstairs. Please,” She pleads, tilting her neck to the side as he kisses down her throat. “To the bedchamber.”

Harry growls, complying with her wishes. He moves one arm beneath her back and the other beneath her knee, picking her up off the ground. She squeals in surprise and Harry chuckles, kissing at her lips again as he carries them towards the doors. 

“Open the doors!” Harry commands to his servants who stood on the other side of his throne room. They follow his orders, pulling open the doors, not daring to look at him or Persephone. Her cheeks tint red when she notices her breasts are still hanging out of her dress. She moves her hands from around his neck to try and fix it but Harry stops her. “Don’t worry, darling. They wouldn’ dare to look at yeh ‘cos they know wha’ would happen ‘f they do.” He assures her, giving a hard glare to his servants who look down at the ground.

Persephone grabs his cheek to turn his head towards her again and away from his servants. She presses her lips against his, running her tongue along his lower lip. She tightens her grip around his neck again, unlatching her lips from his and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck as he carries her towards their bedchamber. She sucks on the skin beneath his ear, leaving her marks. 

When they reach their bedchamber, the servants who stood on either side of their door immediately open them without looking. Harry carries her towards the bed, gently laying her down from the foot of the large bed. They hold eye contact with each other the whole time, their eyes filled with lust and love for each other. 

Harry roughly and hungrily presses his lips against Persephone’s while he tugs the sleeves of her dress down her arms, revealing more of her chest. Her hands move to the front of his black robe, untying the small knot and pulling the cloth apart. She runs her hands down his strong, tan chest. Her hands push his robe of his shoulders and it immediately reveals his bare body. She scratches at the back of his shoulders as he tries to tug her dress off from the top.

He grunts in frustration when the gown gets stuck at the waist and she chuckles at his annoyance. He’s hunched over her body, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he looks down at her with challenging eyes, a smirk on his bruised lips.

“’S this yeh’re favorite dress darlin’?” He asks her and Persephone looks at him in confusion, shaking her head no. “So yeh wouldn’ mind ‘f I did this?” And before she can even reply, he rips the front of the dress, the gemstones falling off the fabric and onto the floor with a clatter. The rest of the dress is pulled off of her legs and onto the ground without a care. She gasps at him in surprise, getting ready to scold him but before she could say anything, she feels him pulling her down by the ankles to the edge of the bed. 

She leans her weight on her elbows that rest on the mattress, watching him kiss inside her thighs. He pulls her legs over his shoulder as he kisses her inner thighs. He moans at the sight of her dripping pink core, ready to devour her sweet taste. 

Persephone’s chest heaves up and down as she gulped, her body shaking and her legs starting to quiver around Harry’s face. Harry dips his head down to attach his mouth to her clit and she instantly whines, throwing her head back as Harry kisses her cunt. He closes his eyes in a bliss, groaning against her heat, sticking his tongue into her wet hole, almost making her scream as her hands pull at his hair because he was driving her mad with his tongue that she loved so much. She was a screaming mess as Harry devoured her, fucking his tongue into her at a fast pace while he rubs at her clit. Her legs tighten around his head as they cross each other at his back but Harry didn’t mind. He pumps his fingers in and out her entrance, replacing it with his tongue, repeating the process. He moans against her, shooting waves of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to arch her back and let out pleasurable moans that causes Harry to become more aroused, his leaking cock slapping against his abdomen.

“’M so close,” Persephone whines, pulling at his hair again that emits another groan from Harry. 

“Come on my tongue, my love, c’mon,” He tells her, tongue still deep inside her, swirling, flicking, and thrusting while he still rubs her clit with his fingers. She whimpers, one hand coming up to squeeze her breast as the other tugs at her hair. She throws head back in pleasure as she approaches her orgasm, moaning loudly. Her hips thrust up into his mouth, screaming his name while he sucks up her juices. Her head falls back onto her mattress as she sighs in contentment, her body relaxing.

She feels her husband’s body climb on top of her, pinning her back down beneath his body. She opens her eyes to see him staring down at her with a smirk on his lips, his hair falling over his forehead, eyes two shades darker from their normal color filled with lust. She moves her hand up to push his hair off his sweaty forehead. 

She giggles, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him, tasting herself on him as she sucks on his lower lip. He holds her waist, squeezing it when she bites down on his bottom lip.

“How was it?” He asks her, laughing when she hides her face in his neck with red tinting her cheeks. 

She nods her head, not saying a word and Harry smiles, knowing she doesn’t want to say it out loud. “C’mon, I dunno wha’ yeh mean, darlin’” He teases, kissing the side of her face while he runs his hands through her hair. “Did yeh like it?” She nods. “Did yeh like m’tongue fuckin’ yeh’re cunt?” 

Persephone gasps at his vulgar words, pulling her head back to look at him with pink cheeks, hitting his chest. “Shut up.”

Harry laughs, shaking his head before leaning down to kiss her nose. He stares into her eyes with adoration, his love for her being indescribable. He didn’t know how he could explain how much he cared about his girl. She was the most precious person to him and he still couldn’t believe that they were married together. He snaps out of his trance when he feels her hand on his cock, running over the head. He groans, digging his face into her neck and biting at her neck.

“Want yeh on yeh’re knees darlin’“ He whispers in her ear and she nods, letting go of his cock to get on her knees. 

Persephone obliges to his command and got on all fours, hands pressed against the mattress as her knees dug into the cushion. Harry narrows his eyes at her when she slightly wiggle her hips, wondering why she’s teasing him. He grabs both of her arse cheeks in his hand, sitting on his knees behind her. He pulls her hips back more, the head of his cock knocking against her entrance causing her to moan in desperation. He holds his thick girth in his hand, running the head up and down her folds with his pre-cum leaking from the top. 

He pulls her cheeks apart as he pushes himself deeply into her tight cunt, making her moan loudly and shut her eyes. Harry groans loudly at the feeling of her wet walls clenching around his cock. He doesn’t move yet, making Persephone impatient and causes her to push her arse back, making him sink all the way into her as she arches her back. Harry digs his fingers into his hips, bruising her skin with his fingers but her not minding at all.

Her body jolts forward when he pulls out all the way before thrusting back into her in one quick motion, instantly hitting a spot inside of her that causes her to scream out loud. He fucks into her slowly, putting his hand on the middle of her back and pushing her chest flat to the bed as her arse sticks up at the perfect angle. He bucks his hips forward, moving her arse back to slap against his bottom half as he grunts in pleasure and hears her moans. 

“S’good, my love. Feel s’good around my cock” Harry moans, grabbing her arse again and fucking into her sharply. The sound of their flesh slapping together rapidly and the bed hitting the wall bounced across the walls of their bedchamber and Persephone was so sure their servants can hear from outside the door. 

“Harry,” She moans, his pace becoming faster. 

“C’mon, love. Help me out here hm,” He says, lifting her up so she could hold herself up with her hands, her head hanging low between her shoulders. She complies to his wishes, slamming backwards as he thrusts forward. He pulls her cheeks up apart to stare at where they connect, his cock pulling back before slamming back in each time. 

He slows down, swiveling his hips, going deeper each time before pounding harder, making her gasp and moan loudly, her hands clenching the sheets in her fists. He takes a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pulls her head back, her body arching as they both pant loudly. Harry brings his face down to hers, his body hunching over hers as he kisses her ear, his hand coming from behind to turn her face to his and kiss her. He sticks his tongue into her mouth, allowing it to glide across hers. He growls, slowing his hips as he releases her lips. 

He sighs deeply through his nose, moving back to grab her wrists and pull her body backwards so her back was to his chest and her head laid back on his shoulder. Persephone swallows thickly, looking into her husband’s dark green eyes, still not use to each time he fucks her in different positions.

She lifts left hand and holds the back of his neck. “I love you so much,” She whispers against his lips, kissing him again as he pushed himself back in. His left hand gripping her waist to keep her in place as the other palms and squeezes her breast. He grunts into her mouth, moaning louder as he continues to snap his hips up and fuck her her. 

“Like it? Hm?” He asks and she nods, moaning as she brings her hand up to squeeze her other breast as he thrusts into her deep and hard at a fast pace. She mewls, kissing at his neck, licking the salty skin from his sweat. 

“I-I’m gonna…gonna come,” She whimpers, feeling a spark in her lower abdomen. 

Before she knew it, he turns her over and pushes her down to the mattress, placing his chest against hers and slamming back into her as soon as he can. Her breasts press against his chest and she felt like she was losing her breath from his hips connecting with hers, thrusting into her far too fast. Harry presses his forehead against hers, both of them breathing on each other’s faces. Persephone keeps her eyes closed as Harry’s slowly start to droop. The heels of her feet dig into his lower back as her lips part to whimper his name. 

Harry places his hand his hands underneath her, on her arse, and pounds harder, causing a small tear to escape her eye. He kisses it away, puckering his lips against her skin a few more times. Persephone could feel him deep in her stomach and she moans loudly when he hits her spot again. 

“Like that yeah? Can feel me in yeh’re stomach hm?” He says, licking his bottom lip. 

Persephone nods, not having the strength to mutter any words when he’s thrusting into her hard. The grip on her arse becomes harder, his cock pushing deeper. She claws on his back, surely to leave marks and she could’ve sworn that he was bleeding.

“Yeh close?” He asks and she nods again, swallowing thickly. He leans his head to her breasts, kissing her sternum. He spits on each of her breasts, biting, sucking and swirling his skillful tongue against her pink nub. 

Persephone brings one of her hands between them to rub at her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. She tugs at his hair again, pushing his face against her cleavage, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her chest. 

“Wanna go on top,” She mutters breathlessly, not even sure if he heard her but to her surprise, he does and flips them both over, growling, so she could take control. 

“C’mon then,” Harry says, staring at his beautiful wife who is sat on top of him. Her chest and face red, skin glistening of sweat but still glowing like always. He grabs her hips, lifting her up so she can grab his cock, leveling it to her entrance but not before sliding it against her folds, making Harry roll his eyes back in pleasure. She sinks down on to him, balancing herself on him by placing both of her hands on his muscular chest. Harry thrusts up into her as she bounces down onto him. 

He grunts, enjoying the sound of loud desperate moans as she fucks him into a bliss. Harry’s eyes close as his orgasm approaches, hands squeezing her arse roughly. Persephone gasps when his hand starts rubbing at her clit again, helping her approach her orgasm quicker. She moans loudly when she feels herself come around his cock, clenching her walls around him as her juices slide down. 

“Fuck,” Harry groans loudly in pleasure. “Tha’s it. Jus’ like tha’, my angel.” He praises, dragging out another groan when he releases his cum deep insider her as her arousal washes over him. He lets go of her arse, letting his arms fall beside him on the mattress, calming his breathing as she does the same. The both of them panting loudly and coming off their high. He opens his eyes to look at her, seeing her body almost fall back from how weak and tired she felt but he quickly catches her with his arm. 

Harry chuckles, moving her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear as he leans up. “Yeh okay there darlin? Wore yeh out didn’ I? Hm?” He says, kissing her lips. 

“Don’t feel like going anymore,” She tells him, wincing when he pulls out of her heat slowly. He watches their arousal drip down her inner thighs and his cock covered in her wetness. 

He chuckles, pulling her down to lie beside him, stroking her hair as she rests her head on his shoulder. She kisses his shoulder, resting her hands against his sweaty chest as her thigh hooks over waist. He leans down to kiss her forehead, lips pressing there for five or six seconds.

“Told yeh not t’go but yeh said yeh had to,” He says innocently. 

Persephone rolls her eyes, enjoying a few more moments in her husband’s arms before she had to leave. 

“I love yeh too, by the way,” he tells her, remembering when she said it to him earlier when he was fucking her with his chest against her back. Persephone grins, kissing his chest again.


I’ll see y’all in hell lmao. I’ve never written so filthy before. Please let me know what you think. Requests are open as well so don’t hesitate to send them in :) Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading xx M 

hit me baby, one more time?

word count: 2.5k

summary: dan calls himself daddy, and phil finds out dan has a pain kink

warnings: blood, degradation, pain kink, ddlb, swearing just general kinky shit

a/n: this is probably shit but oh well
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“yes! daddy wins! daddy’s the best!” dan giggled as that round ended.

“stop calling yourself daddy it’s weird!” phil said jokingly as they continued the game. after the game ended, and they shut off the camera, phil turned to dan with a soft smirk on his face.

“really dan? daddy? a little bit of a stretch for you, don’t you think?” he asked as he settled a hand on dans thigh, squeezing gently.

“yeah i was just immersed in the game phil it was nothing!” dan replied nervously, his cock twitching from phil’s hand on his leg.

phil nodded. “good, because we both know who’s daddy here, don’t we baby boy?”

dan whimpered and bit his lip, trying to contain himself. phil stood up and placed his hands on each of dans armrests, looking at dan sharply. “ i asked you a question, so answer me properly.”

“well, i don’t know, i think that i could probably dom you,” dan mused.

“oh really? that’s a good joke, dan,” phil scoffed.

“i mean, you’re not even that good of a dom anyways, you barely even make me hard sometimes,” dan stated.

phil furrowed his brows. “i know you like it. stop lying.”

“oh i’m not lying. maybe i just need to find someone else. someone who can actually dom me well. you can barely even control me.” dan examined his nails nonchalantly. “i mean, you’re a bit of a wimp.”

phil growled low in his throat, bringing his hand back and slapping dan across the face, the contact creating a loud sound that reverberated throughout their office.

phil widened his eyes in horror. “oh god dan i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to, it was an accident!”

dan groaned at the impact, a harsh red already blooming on his cheek. “more,” he said breathily.

phil gasped. “jesus, dan, you kinky shit.”

“please, phil, just hit me again,” dan asked.

“um, okay,” phil complied and brought his hand down again, creating the same result as last time: a loud, low moan from dan.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” phil asked, his mind beginning to become more and more dominant. “you just wanted to get a rise out of me so i would hit you didn’t you?”

dan nodded. “i’ve wanted you to hit me for so long, slap me, punch me, whip me, please!”

phil found it almost scarily easy to become so dominant, so aggressive. he just couldn’t help it. dan was looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes of his, and all phil wanted to do was fucking ruin his innocent demeanor.

“oh my god dan you’re such a little slut. you’re already hard,” phil trailed his hand up his thigh and brushed his fingers lightly against dan’s bulge, making his breath hitch. “i barely even hit you, but all you want is more.”

“hit me, daddy. please mark me up, make me bleed,” dan whined. there was nothing that he loved more than phil hitting him. he wanted phil to find his dom headspace, where all of his energy was focused on using and abusing dan. he couldn’t get enough of it; the pain felt so, so good. the crack of the belt against his skin, the sting of the paddle, the pull of the clamps, all of it. he had gotten off in the shower many times to the thought of phil hitting him til bruises bloomed on his flesh and blood speckled his skin.

“oh baby, you’re going to love what’s coming.” phil trailed his finger down the milky expanse of dan’s neck, down over his collarbone, chest, and stomach, imagining how beautifully the dark bruises and scarlet blood would contrast against his pale skin.

dan whimpered. “sir please. i know you want to hit me, leave marks everywhere. abuse me. please?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes at phil, trying to convince him. he needed this so badly. he and phil had lovely sex all the time, but lately it was just sweet, vanilla stuff with whispered “i love you’s” and soft sounds, and dan was craving more. he wanted, no, needed, this, needed to be put in his place by phil, by his master.

phil stood up. “downstairs. my room. clothes off, against the wall. now.”

dan nodded excitedly and lifted himself out of his chair, but phil put his hand around dans neck and squeezed roughly and pushed him back down. “i swear to fucking god, if you touch yourself, i will flog you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

dan made a soft sound in his throat and choked out a “yes sir” with what little breath he had left.

“good boy. now go.”

dan immediately shot up and scampered downstairs, phil’s eyes following his sweet little baby’s ass as he left the room.

dan raced downstairs and entered phils room, quickly stripping and standing with his front towards the wall, his legs spread apart and his hands on the wall above his head, his chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation. a few minutes later he heard footsteps entering the room along with the sound of something else, possibly metallic.

“wow you finally managed to be a good little whore, i’m surprised,” phil said.

dan nodded, and turned his head to the side in hopes of seeing what phil had brought in, but he instead received and harsh slap on his ass, making dan rock forward and then push back for more.

“princess, be patient or ill just leave you like this, hard and pathetic,” phil growled in dan’s ear, turning him around away from the wall. dan looked slightly confused, as phil had told him to be at the wall, but didn’t have much time to think as phil’s fist came sailing towards his jaw. the impact made dan’s teeth clack together and he stumbled onto the ground from the surprise.

“yes sir, sorry sir,” dan replied, bringing his hand up to cup his jaw.

“get the fuck up, you stupid whore,” phil growled, pushing his hand into dan’s hair and yanking him up by his brown locks.

dan winced as phil pulled his hair, and scrambled to his feet.

“get in position you bitch, now.”

dan turned around and spread his legs again, straightening his posture and breathing in deep.

then he opened his mouth in a scream as he felt a sharp metal object hit the skin of his back.

“you answer me loud and clear or else i’ll gag you okay? here are the rules. since i am such a nice master, i’m giving you the pain you so desperately hope for. i will be using two objects to hit you, the first the leather part of the belt, the second is the buckle of the belt. i will be giving you twenty of the first and five of the second, and then fuck you if i feel like you deserve it. you will stay in this position until i say so. if you fall or move, i’ll not let you come for a month, got it?” phil asked.

“yes daddy,” dan answered, biting his lip in anticipation.

“color, baby?” phil inquired, suddenly turning soft and loving, making sure he did in fact have the okay from dan.

“green, daddy, please just get on with it!” dan whined, arching his back.

phil answered with a sharp slap to dan’s ass, jumping back into his dominant headspace, and slammed dan’s head into the wall. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

dan groaned and then smiled as he felt blood start to drip from his nose and down onto his chest. he was so hard already it hurt and his cock was blurting precome onto the floor.

“now, i’m going to fit you with a ball gag so the neighbors won’t hear your slutty moans okay?” phil growled.

“yes daddy.”

phil went over to his pile of toys and picked out the gag, which had a nice black strap and a bright red ball in the middle, and brought it over to dan. “look at me.”

dan turned his head towards phil, meeting his bright blue eyes that were filled with lust. phil leaned in and pressed his mouth to dan’s, kissing him roughly right from the start. their mouths melded together, teeth clacking and lips bruising. phil swiped his tongue on dan’s soft bottom lip and dan immediately opened, a soft whine erupting low in his throat. suddenly, phil pulled back and slapped him roughly again, making dan pant even harder. phil pushed the ball in between dan’s pretty pink lips and pulled the strap around his head, pulling it tight.

“good?”

dan nodded, and phil pressed a soft kiss to dans nose, then turned away and grabbed the brown leather belt from his dresser.

“you ready, whore?” phil asked dan, as he took his place behind him.

dan nodded and moaned low in his throat, trying to say ‘please’ but only managed to let out a garbled plea.

phil smirked and wrapped the belt around his hand for a better grip, then pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, the leather hitting dan’s pale back, forcing a shriek from dans mouth. phil grinned sadistically at the bright pink mark that was already forming on dan’s back.

every hit that phil delivered made dan’s muscles tighten up and a small moan leave his mouth, but not once did he move from his position. phil was on the last hit with the leather, and this one was the hardest, the sound of the belt hitting skin was deliciously loud and dan’s muffled moans were even better.

phil stepped back and looked at his handiwork, dan’s back scored with red marks, some had purple bruises beginning to form on the outside. dan’s breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was constantly dripping precome now.

dan could feel his hot breath bounce off the wall and the pain dancing up and down his back was warm and stinging.

the belt buckle was a relatively new torture weapon to dan, and completely new to phil. back then, with dan’s previous partner, he was scared of the metal, the blood it pulled out, the way it stung for days afterwards. but now? now he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything, besides of course phil’s cock.

dan turned his head to the side and tried to say something, but his effort was unsuccessful.

“what was that, slut?” phil asked, walking to dan and facing him. dan tried once again to speak, but it came out muffled and incoherent. phil tugged the ball gag down and gripped dan’s chin. “what is it, whore?”

“d-daddy,” dan stammered, his voice shaky, “feels so good, want to bruise, want to bleed, please daddy more, more, want your cock too, i’m so hard, please!”

phil chuckled. “so impatient, so greedy. beg for it, you fucking cockslut.”

“daddy oh god please hit me more twenty isn’t enough! i want more, please. ruin me, mark me, abuse me, i need it! i want it, please sir,” dan begged, his voice dripping with desperation, his only thought was the metal glinting at the end of the belt still wrapped around phil’s hand.

phil sighed. “disappointing, thought you could do better. guess you just are a dumb whore.”

he stepped back and flipped the belt around so that the metal was dragging on the ground. phil had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking at his little cockslut in front of him, wrecked. but not wrecked enough, phil thought.

dan didn’t feel or hear anything for a feel seconds and was concerned that phil had left, when he felt the metal connecting with his skin. his mouth opened in a scream, the cold buckle pulling away before he could catch his breath. the pain shot through his body and his knees buckled, his head dipping low between his shoulders.

“ah, ah, remember whore, if you don’t stay in position you will get a punishment, and not one that your slutty little body will enjoy.” phil reprimanded, pulling the buckle back to him to prepare for another shot.

the buckle hit dan’s back again and another moan/scream ripped from his throat. he felt the warm blood from the harsh hit run down his back and he moaned again loudly despite the gag.

phil once again approached dan and pulled down the gag, whispering in his ear. “i want to hear your loud, whorish moans as i hit you, okay?”

“yes sir,” dan groaned, finally able to talk.

“good boy, such a good, slutty, princess for me.”

dan whined at the praise and arched his back, asking phil silently to hit him again.

phil grinned and complied, making the metal kiss dan’s skin again, and dan tipped his head back and screamed, the pain feeling better than any vibrator or other toy he had ever felt.

again and again the metal hit dans skin, and again and again dan screamed and moaned until his voice was hoarse. the last hit again was the worst, phil bringing down the buckle harder than ever before, opening up a bright red gash on dans back, blood pressing to the surface instantly. dan came instantly as the metal hit, unable to hold it in any longer, the pain just felt so overwhelmingly good.

phil looked at dan, his back painted with bright reds and purples and cum dripping slowly down his leg, and phil had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. it was his first time abusing dan like that, and phil loved it more than he cared to admit.

phil’s study was broken by a low whine from dan who was still in position and phil rushed to his side.

“don’t worry baby, it’s okay you did so good, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” phil asked gently, turning dan to face him.

dan’s face was a mess of tears and a bit of blood from his nose, and he looked absolutely exhausted. he still was breathing heavily and he looked up at phil with half-lidded eyes. “hurts,” he said softly.

“c'mere, love, can you make it to the bathroom?” phil asked gently, placing his hands on both sides of dans face.

dan nodded sleepily, his eyes drifting close as phil wraps his arm around his waist.

“i’m sorry baby, you have to stay awake just a bit more so we can get you taken care of, okay?” phil said, looking at dan to make sure he opened his eyes.

dan simply nodded again and they made their way slowly to the bathroom. when they got there, phil sat dan on the closed toilet seat while he began to fill the tub with water, not adding any bath bombs or bubbles as it might sting dan’s back. every so often he would turn around to make sure dan stayed awake, and to his credit, dan was trying.

phil stood from his position kneeling by the tub and went to leave, but he heard dan whine and turned around to see him making grabby hands at phil.

“i’ll be right back love. i have to go get some stuff for your back okay?” phil asked him.

“okay,” dan replied, all his energy spent.

phil smiles and kisses his curly hair before turning again and exiting the room.

he came back with some pain medication, salve, and gel to sterilize and soothe the marks. he set them on the counter and went over to dan to pick him up and help him to the bath. as dan sunk into the steamy water, he winced at the burn.

“do you want me to stay out here, princess?”

“yes daddy,” dan said quietly, but reached his hand out to phil, who grabbed it and began stroking his arm lightly.

“daddy?” dans soft voice carried to phil.

“yes, darling?”

“can we do that again?”
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this is a lot longer than i thought it would be? also constructive criticism is always welcome as i’m new to writing

😊Truth Detector (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:Can I request an Ethan x Reader where the reader is best friends with Ethan and Grayson and they’re doing the lie detector test and somehow the reader ends up hooked up the machine and it comes out that she like Ethan (sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing tho 💖💖)

Warnings: Too cute ❤️❤️

A/N: Okay I thought this sounded so cute so I decided to write it but I hope you guys enjoy it and thanks for the requests! I have finals coming up so requests are still OPEN but I may not post them till after the first week of May! :)

Originally posted by thedolangifs


“Hey guys what’s up?” The boys introduced their channel as I sit on the sidelines waiting to be introduced. I didn’t have plans to be in this video at all, but the boys were using my dad’s lie detector and my dad would kill me if they broke it or anything so I decided to be here and make sure they don’t do anything stupid.

“We have our lovely friend Y/N here today. This is her dad’s lie detector so she has to make sure we don’t break it or anything with how these results come out.” Grayson laughs as he stands to help Ethan hook up to the machine. “Yo Y/N how do you work this thing?” Grayson asks as he attempts to wrap the belt around Ethan. When they lifted up Ethan’s shirt I could see his abs and his smile which drove me crazy. He had such a cute smile which made my insides flutter. His abs looked so good against his charcoal sweatshirt. He was looking down fiddling with the belt between his fingers. I would have to wrap my arm around him to lock the belt into place against his belly button. “Earth to Y/N.” I heard Grayson say and I shake my head and look to him.

“Huh?” I asked and the boys laughed.

“Y/N you can’t keep daydreaming about us like that. We need help.” Ethan says chuckling. My heart melts as I feel my face begin to heat up. Was I that obvious? I didn’t mean to stare, but I can’t help it sometimes. “We need your help.” Ethan says and I walk over to the boys. Ethan had the belt on completely backwards. I started laughing as my fingers turn the belt around and I tighten the leather against his stomach. I look up to him and he was smiling down at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Thanks.” He says and I smile back nodding.

“No problem.” I walked back to my seat as the boys did their video. I just scrolled on twitter while I heard the boys bicker back and forth over the questions.

“Y/N get over here we need help to end this argument.” Ethan hollers at me. I look up at the boys from my phone when they call me over. I walk over to them confused. “Who do you think is more attractive? Gray or me?” Ethan asks as I feel my stomach twist in knots again. I didn’t want to play this game.

“I mean you’re both attractive.” I said as I could feel my cheeks turning red again. Hopefully the boys don’t notice my cheeks changing colors.

“Well yeah we know that but who is more attractive? Ethan or me?” Grayson asks and Ethan turns his body around to face me. Both their dark eyes on me send chills throughout my body.

“Yeah Y/N who is more attractive? Me, a sexy stud muffin or Gray, an awkward golden potato?” He asks which sent me into a fit of laughter.

“I’m not an awkward potato. Remember when you peed your pants at our meet and greet?” Gray retorts sending me laughing harder. “Okay enough bickering. Y/N you’re the tie breaker! Who is it?” Grayson asks and I shrugged. I liked them both they were both fantastic. However, Ethan was the one I was more drawn to. He was always making me laugh and we just clicked. I couldn’t explain it. That skunk stripe in his fluffy hair, his black Ramones shirt, his thick pink lips with that gorgeous white smile, and his arms. The way they would wrap around me whenever he would be leaving for a trip or whenever he just missed me. He was always so warm and he always smelled of Giorgio Armani cologne.

“Wait I have an idea!” Ethan shouts as he attempts to rip the belt off of him. “Let’s ask Y/N who is more attractive with this on!” Ethan then pushes me down in his seat while he sits on my lap straddling me.

“Ethan!” I shrieked as he pulled my shirt up and wrapped the belt around my waist. I blushed but I tried to act like I hated him. I knew how this test worked. The test checks for changes from normal body functions so I just had to distract myself by chewing on my cheek or digging my nails into my skin.

“Okay let’s have some fun with this. Let’s ask some good questions now. Y/N am I more attractive than Ethan?” Grayson asks and I blushed hard.

“You’re both attractive. Please–”

“Grayson asked a question Y/N. Do you think he’s more attractive than me?” Ethan asked me looking me dead in the eyes.

“Yeah I think you’re more attractive than Ethan.” I said and Grayson’s grin grows while Ethan has a smirk spreading across his face.

“Yes okay! Did you ever have a crush on one of us?” Grayson asks biting his knuckle while watching me. Ethan decides to sit in the seat next to him.

“No I already answered my question.” I said as I tried to take the belt off but Ethan stopped me.

“Answer this one.” He says so calmly. For some reason it’s as if I was under his spell.

“Yes.” I said and they both smile at each other.

“Was it me?” Ethan asks as he pulls out a stick of gum and chews on it.

“No.” I said smirking and he stops chewing and his mouth hangs open.

“Was it me?” Grayson asks smiling.

“Nope.” I said leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. The boys both looked at me and smirked.

“Well if you won’t tell us then your results will.” Grayson says and he scooched over to the computer and my eyes widen. Ethan notices and he smiles a cheeky grin across his face. “Okay for the first result on if I was more attractive than Ethan you said yes and that was…” Grayson stops and looks between Ethan and I. “A lie.” He says and Ethan’s grin grows and so do his eyes. “Okay I’ll pretend that didn’t sting. Next one, Ethan asked if you ever had a crush on him and you said no and your results show…” I looked down to my feet while Grayson scrolled for the results in complete and utter shyness. I was too embarrassed for Grayson to say anything but I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me.

“A lie.” Ethan says and looks at me again. “Do you still like me?” He asks and I looked up at him.

“What?”

“Grayson go outside.” Ethan says not breaking eye contact with me.

“Fine. We’ll do the outro later I guess.” He says as he pushes out his chair and walks up the stairs leaving Ethan and I alone.

“Do you still like me Y/N?” He asks again. I felt my heart racing like it was going to jump out of my chest.

“Yeah.” I said not looking up at him. He looks at the screen and smiles.

“The results show you are telling the truth.” He says and I smile still looking down at my feet. I hear Ethan scoot his chair out from the table which causes me to look up. He’s now standing in front of me leaning against the table. “This is the last question then we can take the detector off.” I nod as I look back down to my feet. He lifts my chin up to look in his dark eyes which glow to me for some reason. “Do you want to kiss me?” I look up at him confused.

“What?” I asked again even though I know exactly what he said. He started to chuckle again.

“You heard me.” He says taking my hand in his. My stomach was doing somersaults now. “Do you want to kiss me? Because I kinda wanna really kiss you.” I swallowed hard at Ethan’s comment. I looked up at him and muttered the only word I knew at that moment.

“Yes.” And with that Ethan grabbed my hands and pulled me up to meet him. We looked each other in the eyes as his hands rest on my hips and my arms lock around his neck. He leans back and looks at the screen then to me. He smiles and then presses his lips gently to mine. His kiss had a faint taste of mint to them. They were soft and cool as I pulled him closer to me. Our heads moved in sync and so did our bodies. He lightly gripped my hips and pushed me closer into him. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. We then pulled apart and panted lightly.

“That was better than I’ve ever thought.” He says which causes us both to laugh.

“Agreed.” We then heard Grayson walking down the stairs as he saw us all tangled together.

“Woah did not expect to see this.” He says laughing. “Come on E we gotta finish off the video.” He says and Ethan kisses my nose.

“Wait for me?” He asks and I nodded.

“Of course. I’ll be over there.” I said pointing to my seat. I unravel myself from his arms and I go to my seat as I wait for the boys to wrap up their video so Grayson could tease Ethan and I and ask us 20 questions. 


Xx Thanks for the request :)

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Originally posted by hawkwoman

Pairing: Captain Boomerang (Digger Harkness) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Smut and swears, rough sex

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I got two requests from anons and I thought they would be good together: “Anon: Captain boomerang having a tiny s/o who is very fiesty and won’t put up with his bullshit” and “Anon: Digger Harkness begging the reader for sex after him being away for longer than expected but she’s pouting, but finally gives in after him charming her” Also, don’t kill me, I can’t write accents 😂 so just ignore it. Also, this is literally the LAMEST title ever, I’m sorry. @speedypan wanted to be tagged!


You heard the front door open and then he was on you in seconds. He littered your neck in hot, sloppy kisses, his beard slightly scratching your neck. “I’ve missed ya so much love,” he purred in your ear. You punched him lightly in the stomach and pushed him off you. “What the hell was that for?” Digger asked, pouting. You stood up.

“Digger you were gone for over three months! You said that you would be gone for two weeks!” He shrugged his wide shoulders, the faded grey leather trench coat squeaking. Almost reluctantly, he smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the light from the ceiling fan light above him.

“The score was good.” He reached forward and pulled your hips to him. With a low groan, he pulled up your shirt to be above your hips and started kissing your hips. His hands slipped around and grabbed your ass. “I need ya. Now.” You pushed him off you, glaring at him.

“No Digger. You are getting no sex.” Digger mouthed wordlessly at you.

“W-what!? You can’t do that!” He yelled, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and pulling you hard enough that you fell into his lap.

“I can, and I will.” You got up and walked away. Digger got up and literally ran after you. He caught up, pulling roughly on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

“Baby girl I have missed you.” You fought out of his arms.

“Yeah? Then spend time talking to me and stop trying to get me naked.” Digger groaned loudly. He let you go but sunk to his knees, rubbing his face against your stomach.

“Please baby girl,” he begged. You could not believe it. The ‘terrifying’ Captain Boomerang was literally on his knees, begging you for sex.

“No,” you say, disentangling yourself from him. “Stop begging.”

“Y/n! Please! I need ya. I miss ya and that body.”

“You have two hands,” you snap.

“But those aren’t the same!” He whines loudly, it almost sounded like he was going to cry. You looked down at him, shaking your head and laughing. There was an actual tear rolling down his cheek.

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Daddy Negan {Part 3}

Word count: 3.8k
**Rated MA for mature audiences only!**
Notes: I AM SORRY for such a long wait! Enjoy <3
Gifs are not mine.
Summary: You break a rule and you do it on purpose.
KNIFEPLAY, CHOKING, DADDY KINK, SPANKING, BOUNDED, GAGGED.
{Part One} {Part Two}

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Lately Negan has been very busy running things at the Sanctuary, and being the wife of a big badass leader meant there would be night’s where he would not have time for any of the wives or you. This was one of those weeks but the very first time you were experiencing his long absence since joining the group. Negan did not know if he would be back in a day or two, or a week. Not knowing was the worst. “He’s fine, just busy making sure we’re all okay.” Sherry reassured you and you nodded, grabbing the glass of wine she offered you to relax. But no matter how many glasses you were about to drink, nothing would drown out how deeply you missed Daddy.

“I’m going to bed.” You said out loud, lifting from the group of couches where the rest of the wives sat. You had heard them all whisper amongst one another when you started to leave, you knew none of them felt as strongly for Negan as you did. They were all just a little too happy that he was gone. You didn’t like it. 

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THE MONGOL WARRIOR DURING THE REIGN OF GENGHIS KHAN, ARMAMENTS AND  TACTICS

This is an expert from my post “THE MONGOLS AND THE RISE OF GENGHIS KHAN”. 

It is an army after the fashion of peasantry, being liable to all manner of contributions and rendering it without complaint whatever is enjoined upon it… It is also a peasantry in the guise of an army, all of them, great or small, noble or base, in time of battle becoming swordsmen. Archers and lancers and advancing in whatever manner the occasion requires.” – Ala-ad-Din Ata-Malik Juvaini, Persian historian and governor of Baghdad.

Mongols began their journey into maturity at a young age; around the age of three their mothers taught them to ride horses, being able to ride alongside their parents at the age of four and able to race at the age of six. At the age four or five they were given their first bow and by the age of fourteen or fifteen they were old enough to be enlisted into the army – possibly acting simply as herdsmen or members of the baggage train. 

“-their children begin as soon as they are two or three years old to ride and manage horses and to gallop on them, and they are given bows to suit their stature and are taught to shoot; they are extremely agile and also intrepid. Young girls and women ride and gallop on horseback with agility like men.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

Military training wasn’t as necessary for Mongol recruits as by this time they had already spent years herding and hunting on horseback; learning how to track, pursue, carol, and kill game. In particular they engaged battues, or ‘nerge’; a great hunt in which “beaters” spent a month driving animals into a certain pre-chosen area which would then be encircled and closed off.

^ Kublai Khan on a hunting expedition.

When in a battue we hunt the cunning wild beasts, for you we shall go ahead and round them up. For you we shall drive the beasts of the steppe until their bellies press together; for you we shall drive the beasts of the steep banks until their thighs press together.” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

When ordered to go ahead and round up wild beasts in a battue, for you I would have driven the beasts of the cliffs Until their forelegs pressed together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steep banks until their thighs pressed together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steppe until their bellies pressed together.” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

These Mongolian wolves are big and savage, often attacking the herds, and one alone will pull down a good horse or steer. The people wage more or less unsuccessful war upon them and at times they organize a sort of battue. Men, armed with lassoes, are stationed at strategic points, while others, routing the wolves from their lair, drive them within reach.” – Elizabeth Kendall.

As the circumference of the battue circle closes in, the wild beasts are forced into a confined region, they are then shot down. First to be given an opportunity to hunt choice game were the nobility and royalty who would then open up the hunt to their remaining troops. Wild game hunted consisted of foxes, hares, swans, cranes, deer, gazelles, cattle, wild boars and wild asses, but also included more dangerous animals like wolves, Siberian tigers and bears.

When they want to hunt wild animals they gather together in a great crowd and surround the district in which they know the animals to be, and gradually close in until between them they shut in the animals in a circle and then they shoot them with their arrows.” – William of Rubruck.

During Genghis’ campaign against the Khwarezmian Empire of Greater Iran, he felt that his reserves had spent too much time away from battle and would eventually grow soft and weak. To alleviate this he ordered them to engage in a great battue (the great khan also joined in) which encircled a vast area and killed off all game within. The battue were not only for sport, they also trained the Mongol warriors in cooperation, coordination, discipline, marksmanship, tracking as well as luring the enemy toward a chosen battlefield. 

Other skills these young Mongols attained throughout their lifetime were scouting and knowledge of vegetation, environment, weather and climate. These Mongols would continue campaigning for most of their lives but all the while these warriors weren’t paid, their only form of income came from raiding, looting and from a portion of the war booty. They would then give the Great Khan all of the loot, he would take 10% then distribute the rest to his highest commanders who would then distribute to those below then and so on. Some of the loot was also given to the orphans and widows left behind by fallen Mongol soldiers. 

Appearance:

“… In appearance the Tartars (Mongols) are quite different from all other men, for they are broader than other people between the eyes and across the cheekbones. Their cheeks also are rather prominent above their jaws; they have a flat and small nose, their eyes are little and their eyelids raised up to the eyebrows. For the most part, but with a few exceptions, they are slender about the waist; almost all are medium height. Hardly any of them grow beards, although some have a little hair on the upper lip and chin and this they do not trim … They also have small feet.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine, who traveled as the Pope’s ambassador to the Mongols between 1245 and 1247 CE.

Similar to the hairstyle we usually think of when we think of Christian monks, the Mongols had the tops of their heads shaved. The hairline above the forehead and temples was grown out with hair hanging from the center reaching as far as the eyebrows, sometimes there would be two locks of hair at the hairline’s ends. They also allowed the hair on the back and sides of their heads to grow, with two locks of hair hanging either behind the ears or down the sideburns. Generally, the Mongols were bow legged (from horse riding) and short, their baggy clothing made them look all the more stout and stocky.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate A.

Like most other people whom lived in the frigid and bitter northern regions of the world, the Mongols generally wore many layers of clothing, usually in the form of furs or padded cloths. The Mongols wore long-sleeved shirts under long knee-length robe-like coats made of cotton, wool or leather which had a belt wrapped around the waist. If necessary they would add a coat or two, if both coats were used then the innermost one would have the furred side facing their person and the outer one with the fur facing outward to aid against the weather – rain, winds, snows (according to William of Rubruck). Both their robe’s sleeves and their trousers were wide, with the latter being tucked into their leather or felt high boots. 

As they campaigned against Chinese and Islamic nations, they were increasingly accustomed to finer fabrics and materials such as silk. Silk shirts were supposedly capable of, if worn under leather lamellar armor, causing arrow points that penetrated the armor into twisting and lessening the impact. They wore thick socks made of felt (wool) and wore the traditional ‘Mongolian cap’ which consisted of a conical made of quilted cloth, felt or fur and a brim encircling the sides and back of it which could be folded to further warm the wearer. During warmer seasons and in more humid climates the Mongols wrapped a cloth around their head which was eventually tied in the back in the form of a headband.

The Mongol Warrior

During the kuriltai of 1206 CE a white standard was raised (“They hoisted the white standard with nine tails”), this banner (‘tug’) consisted of a long pole with a circular top with nine white tails (yak or horse) hanging down from it.  White haired tails were used in times of peace, which is why the one was raised when the Mongols were united at the kuriltai of 1206 CE was white. Black haired tails, however, were raised during times of war. In front of the Great Khan’s ger (tent) were the ‘Nine White Banners’: one in the center, which was the tallest, and eight others surrounding this central banner.

As for me, I have consecrated (sprinkled) my standard which is visible from afar; I have beaten my bellowing drum covered with the hide of a black bull; I have mounted my swift black horse; I have put on my armor (‘steel-hard dress’) and grasped my steel spear; I have placed on the bowstring my arrow with its nock of wild peach bark. I am ready, let us start and give battle to the Qa’at Merkit!” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

Then say to them, ‘My long (streamers of horse or yak tails) standard, visible from afar, I have consecrated; I have beaten my deep-sounding drum covered with ox-hide; I have mounted my swift horse, the one with a black stripe along the backbone; I have put on my leather-strapped breastplate, and grasped my hilted sword; I have placed on the bowstring my nocked arrow. I am ready, let us fight to the death against the Uduyit Merkit!’

Genghis Khan (“To those who sided with me when I was establishing our nation, I shall express my appreciation”) assigned eighty-eight of his companions to the rank of commander (despite their ethnicity, religion or social class). Most of these men would lead a single tumen (‘ten-thousand’) each – Jebe (‘the arrow’) and Jelme (‘blood sucker’) were two of them. Each commander was given a great drum (naccara); if this drum was struck once it signaled that it was time to prepare their horses for travel and place their equipment on them. The second beating indicated that it was time to disassemble and organize their tents and the third pounding indicated that it was finally time to move off from camp. All this was done in silence: when moving off from a camp site, during combat and when preparing camp.

Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator). Plate C.

It is like a very tall whistle of bronze or copper and across the top of it there is stretched a large piece of leather… and this is supported by four stakes as high as a man’s waist… and if the chieftain wished to move camp, when midnight is passed he orders the drum to be struck and the man who is allotted this task grasps two wooden maces in his two hands… and strikes as hard as his strength and breath allow him to do.” – Friar David of Ashby.

In their eerie silence these white and black banners would signal the light cavalrymen to attack or retreat while the naccara (war drums) were banged as a signal for a full-on assault including heavy cavalrymen. The silence would be replaced with the maddening howls and yelling of the charging horsemen which would force the enemy into fleeing. One reason for the silence was so the horsemen could keep a low profile, they would draw little attention so the enemy wouldn’t expect their sudden assaults until it was too late for them to react effectively.

The steppe nomads were known to use a decimal system as an organizational structure, the Mongols too utilized it. In this system a commander or officer only needed to communicate with the ten below them – making the passing of orders and intel much easier and faster.

  • Arban – a squad of 10 men. This was the smallest unit size; the oldest person in this squad would usually take on the leadership role.
  • Jagun or zagun – 10 arbans equaling 100.
  • Minghan – 10 jugans equaling 1,000.
  • Tumen – 10 minghans equaling 10,000. Though a tumen didn’t always reach ten thousand, sometimes being bolstered by auxiliaries (5,000) which could make up to half of the Tumen’s full size. Temujin would also make it illegal under penalty of death to change into another unit. This often separated sons from fathers, siblings and cousins so this essentially broke familial loyalties. Now no matter your ethnicity, religion or previous clan and tribal associations, your squad became your new family.

Like most other steppe cultures, the first weapon that comes to mind is the bow. The Mongols typically carried two bows with them, one short and one long, both of which were held within their own individual bow cases. The shorter bow was used for short range attacked while the longer compound reflex bow could reach between a range of 200-300 meters (656-984 ft.) with an account of a man called Yesüngge (Genghis Khan’s nephew) able to shoot “a target at 335 alds (536 m. or 1,758 ft.)“. 

They also brought along two to three quivers, each holding about thirty arrows each. These bows were pulled back by way of the so-called ‘Mongolian Draw/Release’, in this style the index and middle finger are abandoned in favor of the thumb which was then supported by index and middle finger which rested atop the back of the thumb. The Mongols would wear a ring which allowed faster and more powerful shots. These rings could be made of bone, horn, stone, leather, metal and other materials.

Every [Mongol] is ordered to carry into battle sixty arrows, thirty smaller ones for piercing and thirty larger with broad heads for discharging at close quarters. With these latter they wound one another in the face or arms and cut through bowstrings and inflict heavy loses.” – Marco Polo.

Primarily there were two types of arrows used, light arrows with small arrow heads which were used for long range and heavier arrows ones with broader arrow heads that made them powerful armor-piercing missiles (due to the fact that they were heated until red-hot then dipped into salt water) used at close quarters (range of 150 yards and much deadlier at close range). A whetstone was attached to a quiver, this tool was used to file and sharpen arrowheads and blades. The greater majority of the Mongol army consisted of light cavalrymen (six in ten) so most wore little to no armor and used small swords, bows and javelins.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 084 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds (illustrator). Plate B.

Heavy cavalrymen, despite rarely being thought of, were an important and integral part of the Mongol army. Armed with scimitars, axes, and twelve foot long lances with a hook near the tip used to yank men off their horses. These elite warriors wore cuirasses consisting of five segments of leather which were boiled in order to soften them (in effect creating a flexible piece of armor) then they were tied to each other. The leather segments would also, with the help of lacquer, become waterproof. This lamellar-like style of armor was also implemented into the creation of greaves and even horse armors.

One on one side of the horse and one on the other, and these stretched from the tail to the head and are fastened to the saddle and behind the saddle on to its back and also on the neck; another section they put over its hindquarters where the ties of the two parts are fastened and in the last named piece they make a hole for the tail or come through; covering the breast is another section. All these pieces reach down as far as the knees or joints of the leg. On its forehead they put an iron plate which is tied to the aforementioned sections on each side of the neck.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator).

Another form of leather armor worn was scale armor which consisted of thin but long scales of leather (20 lbs.) designed in lamellar-like fashion. According to Friar William of Rubruck, a Flemish (Dutch Flanders) missionary (Franciscan) and explorer who traveled throughout the Mongol Empire, the Mongols attained iron caps and iron plated armors from Persia. They used lassos, swords (scimitars from the Turks), light axes, maces, spears, lances and small round shields. Lances, however, are mentioned as being their primary weapon. These lances featured a hook which was used to pull enemy combatants off from horseback and yank shields so to open the enemy up to an attack.

A common battle tactic used by the Mongols was the Tulughma, or ‘standard sweep’; arranging themselves in a checkerboard-like formation similar to the Roman Republic’s manipular formation. This granted them free space to maneuver so the light horse archers that lay in the back rows to snake through the heavy lancers divisions in the front rows while the light cavalrymen at the wings weave around them to flank the enemy.

Tulughma or “standard sweep. Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by S. R. Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator).

The horse archers would then blot out the sun with flurries of arrow fire and once they were successful in sending the enemy into disarray, the heavy cavalry lancers would stride forward and smite the enemy or force them into routing. If the arrow volleys did not sufficiently stagger the enemy and the light cavalry archers were forced to retreat they would make their way back behind the safety of their core force while letting loose Parthian shots, their place would be recycled by another. The light horse bowmen and heavy cavalry lancers would then engage in a cascade of alternating assaults echoing the actions of the Parthians that obliterated the Romans at the Battle of Carrhae in 53 BCE.

The Mongols tie branches to the tail of their horses to create a blinding storm of dust or sand which could obscure an escape or grant the illusion of a larger Mongol force. Like the Persian Immortals, most of this was done in complete silence from the soldiers. Directions were given by lanterns. the beating of drums, cracking of whips or the waving, raising or lowering of flags. The Mongols would strive to surround and outflank the enemy but they always allowed the enemy an outlet to flee through since cornered rats fought ever fiercer. If the enemy are in dire straits, were given an escape route and followed it then they would be chased and hunted down by the Mongol warriors.

If it happens that the enemy fight well, the Tartars make way of escape for them, then as soon as they begin to take flight and are separated from each other they fall upon them and more are slaughtered in flight than could be killed in battle.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

When you surround an army, leave an outlet free. Do not press a desperate foe too hard.” – Art of War by Sun Tzu.

Back in 1204 CE, two years before he was declared Genghis Khan, he set out against To’oril, Jamuqa and the Naimans. For the most part much of Mongol warfare consisted of unorganized skirmishes and the individual warrior’s skill but in this battle Temujin shows how he successfully employed three different battle formations which overwhelmed the enemy.

“[Temujin] rode against them and, having driven away their patrolmen, he arrayed his troops and together with the army leaders decided to advance in ‘caragana’ marching-order, to stand in ‘lake’ battle-formation and fight a ‘chisel’ combat” – The Secret History of the Mongols, 195.

One such formation was the Caragana (peashrub of Siberia, Mongolia and northern China) also known as the ‘Moving Bush’ or ‘Tumbleweed’ Formation: instead of a full-scale assault on the enemy, the Mongols split up into arbans (squads of ten men each) and peppered the enemy from any and all directions. The Mongol arbans would act almost independently of one another, advancing and retreating. The enemy wouldn’t know where the next attack or wave would come from and which to advance against. Since the skirmish began in the darkness of the early morning the Mongol numbers were obscured. This formation was usually used during dark, cloudy or foggy days and under the cover of darkness (dusk till dawn).

The next phase of the battle was followed by the so-called ‘Lake Formation’ which mimicked the waves hitting the shore. The Mongols would form up in horizontal lines and harass the enemy like a wave. They would then retreat back through the gaps of the new wave of assailants and prepare for their next wave. After performing this formation the enemy formed up into a thin line in order to meet the Mongols. Now forcing the enemy into spreading and thinning their ranks out, the Mongols changed to the next formation in their strategy. 

The next stage was the so-called ‘Chisel Formation’: the Mongols narrowed their vanguard whose ranks behind it widened – like an arrowhead. This formation is similar to the more well-known ‘Wedge’, ‘Draco’, and ‘Boar’s Snout’ formations. This formation would allow the concentrated Mongol vanguard to break through the thinned out enemy line. The enemy was unable to keep up with the shifting tactics of the Mongols; overwhelmed and outmatched, the enemy were no match.

Another popular tactic was the ‘Crow Swarm/Soldiers’, ‘Ocean Waves’ or ‘Falling/Scattered Stars’: this was sort of like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’. Like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’ they utilized small bands which surrounded the enemy, even if the enemy had a larger army. The difference here was that these small bands were at least half the size of the Moving Bush’s. At the beating of a drum, fire signals, crack of a whip or a shout, the small bands all attacked in unison like a massive oceanic wave. This raucous assault was then followed by a silent retreat and repeated if necessary.

KESHIG: THE GREAT KHAN’S SECRETIVE ORDER OF ELITE GUARDS

In Mongol tribal societies, assassinations were common and loyalties shifted like the sands of the great Gobi Desert. Warriors swayed from leader to leader, whichever granted them the most potential profit and fit their immediate needs. Being that these steppe nomads lived in tents it was not that difficult for someone to slip in and kill someone else, because of this Genghis Khan created a band of bodyguards numbering some one hundred and fifty sworn followers (keshig or Keshik, “blessed or favored”); seventy day guards (Torguud) and eighty night guards (khevtuul).

^ Mongol (2007). My snapshot.

“[Genghis Khan] chose and recruited eighty men to serve on roster as nightguards and seventy men to serve as dayguards. He recruited them from the sons and younger brothers of commanders of a thousand and of a hundred, as well as from the sons and younger brothers of mere ordinary people, choosing and recruiting those who were able and of good appearance.” – The Secret History of the Mongols, 191.

Day and night shift:

Chinggis Qa’an further ordered: ‘The quiverbearers, the dayguards, the stewards, the doorkeepers and the grooms are to go on roster duty in daytime. Before the sun sets they shall see to make way for the nightguards; they shall go out to their geldings and spend the night there. At night, the nightguards shall see that those of their men whose duty it is to lie all around Our tent do so, and they shall put on roster those of their men whose duty it is to stand at the door to guard it. The following morning, when We eat soup, the quiverbearers and the dayguards shall report to the nightguards; the quiverbearers, dayguards, stewards and doorkeepers shall all carry out their respective tasks and take their appointed places.” – The Secret History of the Mongols. 192.

^ Marco Polo (Netflix TV series).

This elite bodyguard eventually grew from a group of 150 men into a full tumen (unit of ten-thousand men) and would continue to be used by the Turco-Mongol led Mughal Empire of India (Khishig) and the Turco-Mongol led Il-kanate of Greater Persia (Keshikchi). Even the famed Venetian merchant and traveler Marco Polo is suspected to have been part of this secretive order, his deep knowledge of Mongol society and his closeness to the Khan (Kublai Khan) hints towards some sort of special relationship. The Keshig not only operated as a system of elite bodyguards but also as administrators, overseers and as a military academy that could lead its members into the position of commanders of a tumen (ten-thousand). Many of the Keshig were sons of high ranking Mongol commanders over tumens and minghans (thousand). By allowing their sons into this order the Great Khan was effectively using them as hostages.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate H.


As a whole, under Genghis Khan’s rule steppe armies became far more professionalized. Before commencing march, the commanders and officers had to inspect their men’s gear, equipment and supplies – every piece of armor or weaponry had to be in good condition. The Mongols brought with them needle and thread to keep their clothing and armor in good condition. Only after the inspection had been passed could the Mongols continue on their campaign.

^ Mongol (2007).

While on the march or in battle, any item that was dropped must be picked up by the man behind the owner; be it a bow, sword, sowing needle or whip – failing to do so could result in being executed. There were certain people who searched throughout the deserted camp site for any belongings that may have been accidentally left behind. Other acts that were punishable by death were desertion, fleeing from the field when not given such order, looting the fallen before given permission and guards found sleeping on their watch. Lesser infractions resulted in the penalty of being caned; the number of times struck depended on how many times you’ve stepped out of line.

When they are in battle, if one or two or three or even more out of a group of ten run away, all are put to death; and if a whole group of ten flees, the rest of the group of a hundred are all put to death, if they do not flee too. In a word, unless they retreat in a body, all who take flight are put to death. Likewise if one or two or more go forward boldly to the flight, then the rest of the ten are put to death if they do not follow and, if one or more of the ten are captured, their companions are put to death if they do not rescue them.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

The first failure of a guardsman to appear on duty is to be punished with 30 strokes, a second failure with 70 strokes and a third failure with 37 strokes and expulsion from the guard…” – The Secret History of the Mongols.


  • Head over to my post, “GENGHIS KHAN, THE STALLION WHO MOUNTS THE WORLD”, to read more about how Genghis Khan was pressured into campaigning out of China toward Central Asia (Kara Khitai Khanate), to Greater Iran (Khwarezmian Empire), to the frontier of Eastern Europe (Medieval Russia and Ukraine) and back to China. I also cover Mongol shamanism and their tolerance of foreign religions, the famed ‘Yam’ pony express, their tactical use of captives and their massive deportation policy.
  • To read up on the early history of the Mongols, check out my post ‘THE MONGOLS AND THE RISE OF GENGHIS KHAN’. In this post I speak about the Mongolian transition from seemingly insignificant tribal confederacies into an empire that was four times the size of Alexander’s and twice the size of the Roman’s. I cover their military tactics, some of their battle formations, armaments, their rapid adaptation of foreign technologies, and their secretive order of bodyguards known as the Keshik. During Genghis Khan’s early reign the Mongols warred against themselves and their fellow steppe neighbors as well as Northern China’s Western Xia dynasty (Tanguts: Tibeto-Burmese) and eastern Jinn dynasty (Tungusic Jurchens who were Sinicized).
Friendly Competition (M)

A JackJoon Drabble 

Originally posted by saranghajii

Being a little tease was your thing- you loved making others want you until that was all they could think about. 
But, unfortunately for you- doing the same to these two, would remind you why it’s not nice to be a little tease. 


The moment you entered their shared apartment, the aura felt off- you couldn’t explain it but you could feel that familiar tightness in your tummy you got when something was about to go down. 
As you walked into the living room, both men were sitting there; patiently waiting for you. 

“Yah..” You timidly spoke out as you glanced around the the dimly lit room, “Why is it so dark in here?” 

Jackson slowly stood from his spot next to Namjoon, making his way over to you. “Why are you so nervous, y/n?” He smoothly chuckled, circling you.
All you could do was anxiously gulp, it was as if he could read your mind. 
“Don’t worry baby..” He purred, as his fingertips lightly grazed your lower back. “Just trust us okay?” 

Nodding your head, you pressed your lips together as you felt the electricity in your core practically shoot through your entire body, “What’s going on?..” You still continued to question. “I- I..” You stuttered as Namjoon rose from his seat, calmly strutting over to the two of you. 

“Well y/n..” He began, his voice was calm and smooth- yet the stern undertone he had shook your core, “Jungkookie and Yugyeom told us about your behavior.” Stepping into your personal space, he brought his hand up to your face, “I- Well..” He purred as he glanced over to Jackson, his fingers touched your cheek ever so slightly. “We decided to teach you a lesson..” 

You could hear Jackson slowly undoing his belt, sliding it free from the loops of his jeans, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.” He delicately wrapped his belt around your throat like a makeshift collar and leash. “Joonie and I decided to turn this into a friendly little competition.” 

Namjoon softly giggled as the two men practically began sandwiching you in between them while Jackson tightly held the makeshift leash in his hand, tightening it around your throat. 
“Wh- What do you mean?” You replied, biting you lower lip as you peered up at Namjoon- feeling Jackson press his muscular body against you. 

Leaning down, his lips right beside your ear- Namjoon whispered, “We’re going to tease you the way you tease everyone else, y/n..” 

Jackson’s plush lips gently pressed against the crook of your neck, “And while we do that- we just want to see who can affect you the most..” Softly nipping at your neck and shoulder, a soft airy whine flowed out of you, “Hmm, Joonie I think I might win already. “ He smugly chuckled. 

Shaking his head, his plump lips curled up in a mischievous smile as he took your hand into his- leading the two of you over to the couch. You were still basically trapped between them as the three of you took your seats. 
Namjoon’s hand suddenly ghosted over your breasts, his fingertips only touched them ever so slightly. Pressing his lips against your jaw, licking a broad strip across your jawline; he lowly growled, “I bet you’re already soaking wet, babygirl..” 

Fuck. 

Hearing him call you the sweet pet name made you melt into him completely, “Uh huh..” You sweetly whined, rubbing your thighs together. 

“Not uh, little one..” Jackson suddenly replied, shaking his head as he trailed his hand up and down your thighs- making sure not to touch you were he knew you needed it the most. “Use your words..” He purred as you parted your legs slightly, “Tell us how much you want us already, princess..” 

“I want you both..” You whimpered, biting your lip as Namjoon’s fingertips lightly circled your clothed nipples, “I want you both so fucking badly..”  

“Good girl.” Namjoon hummed against your neck, roughly nipping at it- earning a loud whine out of you. His hands hooked around the bottom hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it up and off you in seconds; exposing the pretty lace bralette that hugged your supple breasts. 

Both men groan the site, “You’re so gorgeous y/n..” Jackson murmured while eagerly tugging on the waistband of your leggings. “Let’s get these off you, little one..” Kneeling down, he slowly pulled them down your voluptuous thighs, groaning at the site of the matching panties perfectly hugging your hips as he flung the light material off to the side. 
“Do you want me to touch you babygirl?” 

“Uh huh-” You quickly whimpered in reply, frantically nodding. “Please touch me- please..” 

Smiles formed on both their faces as they listened to your needy little pleas.
Namjoon took control of the makeshift leash, yanking you closer to him as Jackson parted your legs further. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you princess?” He deeply growled while watching his hyung’s fingers loom over your clothed slit. 

“Yes, Sir..” You meekly replied, licking your lips as your body anticipated his touch. 

The moment Jackson’s fingers finally placed themselves on your soaked heat, a loud wanting moan flowed out of you,

J; “Fuck, y/n.. You’re already so wet for us..” 

N; “We’re gonna fuck you so good babygirl- gimme your hand..” 
“Look how hard I am because of you.” 

Your fave is problematic: Carver
  • He wraps his belt around his tunic. It’s just hanging off his waist, not attached to anything. It certainly isn’t doing anything remotely what a belt is used for.
  • And then, he attaches suspenders to his belt. Suspenders that do not hold up his pants, because his pants are not connected to his belt. His belt is wrapped around his tunic.
  • The real reason he joined the Templars: no pants, no belts, just skirts. He doesn’t have to spend forty minutes every morning trying to figure out his suspenders. Just wraps that shiny piece of tablecloth around his waist and he’s done.
Taekwondo

Originally posted by cheonjaes

Taekwondo
[You pay One a visit at his studio]

You leaned against the doorway watching your boyfriend run-through his forms for the umpteenth time. The children of his class following his every move. He looked so focus as he perfected his stance. His voice strong and loud as he talked his kids through each move.

He’d already gone over his class time by fifteen minutes, he was so focused on teaching he hadn’t noticed that every single one of the kids had their eyes on the clock. He was still teaching his oldest class, most of them in early elementary school. Poor kids were there all night. Maybe it was time you saved them?

You cleared your throat rather loudly to get his attention and laughed seeing the look of annoyance on Jaewon’s face, of anyone who dared to interrupt his class. “J-Jagi?” he blushed seeing you standing there. “What are you doing here?”

“Teacher!!!” the kids cheered, happy to see you, but none of them dared leave their position.

“Hey kids” You laughed walking inside, bowing to his students. “Jaewon-ah you’re over time?” you pointed to your watch, smirking.

He looked rather flustered realizing that and turned to his kids. “Sorry about that. Alright, kids let’s wrap it up!” he tightened his belt, letting out a strong command and lead them through their last forms.

“Dismissed!”

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Good Girl

A Lance Tucker Drabble

Character Pairing: Lance Tucker x Female Reader

Word Count: 653

Warnings: 18+, Dom Lance, swearing, pet name usage.

A/N: I don’t know what this is or where this came from… there might be a part 2…

You watched Lance pace back in front in front of where you were sitting on the couch.

He wasn’t seeing your side of the argument at all. But then again, you didn’t agree with his either. This wasn’t really how you expected date night to go, but here you were.

When he stopped and turned toward you with his arms crossed over his chest, you knew he was hitting his limit.

“Normally you are not the fucking jealous type; why today?” He was looking down at you, jaw clenched. “I knew the minute your attitude changed. Your bitch face made an appearance.”

You were pretty sure your “bitch face” was what you were sporting now too. “She turned and winked at me before the two of you went into your office Lance.” You said, cold and calm. “You gave into her. I don’t care if she’s a reporter or not. We both know that she will do anything for her story.”

“So I would automatically fuck her while you’re standing outside waiting on me?” He threw his arms in the air, “Wow… fuck babe. Glad to know the level of trust you have.”

You stood up, standing your ground. “Do you BLAME ME?” You asked as you took 2 steps forward to stand chest to chest with him, “Look how our relationship started. I was the other woman.”

His eyes and nose crinkled with his scowl, “That was fucking different and yo-“

You put your hand up to stop him, “Doesn’t matter.” You tapped his chest with your finger, “I do trust you. It’s skanky bitches like her that I don’t trust.”

He reached up with a scary calmness and removed your finger from his chest. The smile that slowly spread across his lips was eerie. What was happening here?

He gave your shoulder a gentle push, making you fall back a step. Another push on your shoulder had the back of your legs hitting the couch. The last push had you falling backwards onto the cushion.

“Lance, what th-,“ his hand clamped over your mouth. He was standing close enough that you could see the cracks in the leather of his belt. Which happened to be eye level… and the bulge underneath it.

You looked up. Your eyes connected with his, that smile of his still in place. “Angel, as much as that show of defiance you just displayed there turned me on, I think you owe me for ruining our night.”

You furrowed your brow at him and tried to wrench his hand from your mouth. He didn’t budge. Even through the red of anger you were seeing, that stupid sexy smile and hot intensity in his eyes were doing things to your lady parts.

Wait, he had called you Angel… shit… you were in trouble.

Lance brought his other hand up and started to unbuckle his belt. You watched as the metal and leather were released. He pulled the belt completely off before he dropped his hand from your mouth. You didn’t dare speak, no need to dig yourself any lower in this hole.

He tipped your chin up with his fingers and traced your lips. When you closed your eyes at the tingle his fingers left, he took that opportunity to wrap the belt around your throat. He tightened it to give just the right amount of pressure. When he gave the leather a quick tug, you opened your eyes to meet his.

He leaned down, his face a breath away from yours, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He asked, arousal making his voice rough.

White hot lust rushed through your veins, “Yes, sir.”

He gave you a quick kiss before wrapping the end of the belt around his fist, “My Angel girl, always so fucking good for me.” He murmured. “Now, show me how you are going to make it up to me.”


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I’ll Make Love To You

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Genre: Fluff/Smuttie Smut

A/N: This was requested by @mia98sumi. Thank you so much for requesting, darling. I hope it was what you were looking for and that you enjoy <3 I DO OWN THE PHOTO AT THE BOTTOM. Please do not use and claim as your own.

I’ll make love to you like you want me to

And I’ll hold you tight baby, all through the night

{I’ll Make Love To You by Boyz || Men}

~~~~~~~

“Oh my god, Italy is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined!” 

You fell back onto the large bed with a smile. You’ve always dreamed of going to Italy since you were a child. And that dream came true all because of Baekhyun. Your husband. He knew of your desire to visit the country so he set it up for your honeymoon. Just for you.

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