#through the bars

[ribcage-fireplace]

[ikuneko]

“Fairy godmother says

some days, your body will feel like a cage. on those days, lace flowers through the bars.” -break your glass slippers

[lurkinghistoric]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mad Max Series (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Furiosa/Max Rockatansky Characters: Furiosa (Mad Max), Max Rockatansky Additional Tags: Muzzle Kink, Dom/sub, Furiosa on top, Aftercare, Cuddling & Snuggling, BDSM, Kink Negotiation Summary:

Max wants to wear the muzzle again.

Inspired by by youkaiyume's awesome NSFW art

I’ve missed writing these two...

[tciddaemina]

a preview from my katakuri POV companion piece to three past the hour

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Brûlée's still rubbing at one eye with the back of her hand as she settles in the armchair, shooting him a disgruntled look. "What is it you want so early anyway?" She asks, voice coming in a disgruntled grumble. "I was still sleeping, you know.”

"Vinsmoke Sanji." Katakuri says, turning the dossier on his desk so that she can glance on it. He has a full report, same as he does for every other notable member of the Germa, but it's become painfully clear now that the actual true information in it is noticeably scant. There's the bare bones, of course, what their spies could learn - Sanji's position as the fourth child, his failure to inherit his sibling's genetic modifications, his disappearance as a child and his debut as one of the Straw Hat pirates, but the space in between is noticeably empty, entire years unaccounted for and empty.

Who taught him to fight? To cook? How has such skill managed to go unobserved, and why did none of their own spies manage to figure out there was something more to see?

"What do you know about him?" Katakuri asks, eyes rising to glance at Brûlée. If anyone has information that hasn't made it in to the reports, its her, and more, she's the only one he can ask without arousing suspicion. If any of his siblings catch wind that there's something of interest happening with the groom, it'll be chaos. Brûlée won't speak a word of it, not even if pressed, and for that she makes the perfect port of call, better even than the palace's own spymaster.

The both know, after all, that Brûlée could have had his position years ago, if she didn't prefer to stay out of the center of attention instead. 

Brûlée's eyes narrow, and she sits up a little, mug of coffee temporarily forgotten in hand. "The groom?" She asks, face twisting as she sits back down, pulling her shawl closer around her and cozying back into the chair as she takes a sip of her coffee. "Fourth child, black sheep of the family - none of the other lot have anything nice to say about him. Very bad relationship with the brothers and father, better with the sister. She covers for him when the others won't notice. There's other stuff too, of course, but why?"

Katakuri weighs the decision for a moment, standing silent, but finally he inclines his head a fraction of an inch, eyes settling back on the image of Sanji in the photo. "He... interests me."

[jtem]

Escape!

[vaquer0s]

Fucking birds

[sweetassswan]

(since you don't have anon on) "I would love to surprise you at the station and throw you into the cell, locking it behind you and teasingly fingering you through the bars until you can't take it anymore. Then I'd enter and strip you until you were completely bare and move the bed against the bars, have you stand on it and cuff you to the bars and then I would eat you until your legs couldn't support you anymore. Then I would sling your legs over my shoulders to support you and eat you some more

// wait what? why didn’t you tell me?

"What are you waiting for?

[meltingtime]

Tiger through the bars

Dubai Zoo, June 2010