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Day 12

send me some asks 🔧

ask me questions

tell me a story

submit something

ask for advice

what time is it and what are you thinking about right now?

how would you propose? do you want to get married?

what was the last thing someone said to you that really impacted you or changed your perspective?

what are your favourite film(s)?

what shocked you recently?

or literally send in anything!

Freeform Why....

Aren’t you playing Casper meets Wendy? :( 

This was an request from delicateeyetdeadly

Day 7

Hi! I saw your taking prompts, so could I suggest Striker spanking Moxxie?

Maybe with his belt or hand?

If you're okay with spanking of course, I know not everyone is!

Oh well now I haveta both write a little blurb and open this open for others to write if they are so inclined. Under the cut for Explicit content. 

"You dumb fucks lost the upperhand fast, huh.” Striker hefted his rifle up and slashed out with the butt of it to knock Blitzo out, leaving Moxxie crushed beneath him. 

“Sir!” Moxxie gasped, trying to scramble out from under the dead weight.

“That should teach him, but you, I’ve got a better idea.” He snaked his tail around Moxxie’s wrists, and pulled him out from under the Goetia-fucker. “Got a feeling you’ll learn better this way.” Striker rattled as he hoisted Moxxie up and pinned him against the bed.

“What are you going to do?” Moxxie hissed, wriggling to get loose.  Striker chuckled, softly and then gently cupped the smaller Imp’s rear. His breath hitched and he froze as a red hot flush filled his cheeks. With an angry spit, he looked over his shoulder,  “You going to fuck me?”

“No, only because I know how much you want me too.” Striker grinned against Moxxie’s neck as he set his rifle aside and yanked Moxxie’s trousers down.

Moxxie shivered from the cooler air meeting his exposed back. 

“Then wha-” Moxxie’s voice cut off with a moan as Striker’s palm smacked against his cheek. It was light, but heavy enough to promise more. “Oh...oh.” Moxxie moaned again when spank came. Striker chuckled against his ear and licked along his jaw. “Wai-” Moxxie shivered as another came, his whole back stiff as he braced for another quickly after but there was no rhythm, not yet.

Striker watched the little vermin. The longer he waited between each spank the more Moxxie squirmed, anticipating. Time to make it a bit more fun.

“What have ya learned?” Striker asked with a rattle and his palm flew against Moxxie‘s ass, but didn’t pause. He pulled back and smacked again and again, until the red flesh darkened into a burgundy and the skin pulsed with heat. ‘Well?”

“Do-don’t let you get the upperhand?” Moxxie panted, his back arching to try and seek out Striker’s touch.

“That’s right little vermin.” He pressed a kiss to Moxxie’s temple.