bakerstreet | believe in the heart of the cards

1. Why am I sore?
a. Master.
b. A butt plug.
c. Anonymous sex.
d. A nipple clip.

2. What am I not used to?
a. Passing out from the hands on my throat.
b. Mutual masturbation.
c. Looking through the peephole.
d. A tight fitting latex body suit.

3. The perfect end to a day?
a. Using a collar and leash.
b. Being forced to obey.
c. Playing doctor.
d. A belt spanking.

"Hm. I have to say, it was nice of you to volunteer to test my new control spores, Harley." Ivy purred as she regarded the blonde in front of her. The two women were back in their secluded hideout after a quite lovely crime spree. Now Isley decided to test out her latest prize; a pollen that gave her full body control over anyone who came in contact with it.

Guess who was the lucky recipient?

Isley had beckoned Harley close, and blew the yellowish pollen over her skin with a sultry motion. Now the blonde would be unable to move unless Ivy ordered it.

"Tell me, how does it feel, Harl?" Ivy asked, idle curiosity in her voice as she licked her painted lips. "Its such a wondrous feeling...being rendered so helpless by my little baby, isn't it?" Ivy glanced longingly at the plant for a bit, before returning all her attention to Harley.

"It's gonna feel good, right, Pammy?" Not that Harley would have said no if Ivy said it would be unpleasant. It was new, it was different, and completely surrendering her will to the woman she loved most sounded like a fucking blast. After going crazy out there and coming home with sacks and sacks of loot, she couldn't think of any better way to end the day than playing a doll for her.

She bent up close, and when Ivy blew pollen in her face, the effect was immediate. Harley inhaled sharply and stood up straight, blinking her eyes rapidly. Her head felt... hazy, in a good way. Really good. It wasn't even that she was physically incapable of moving, she just didn't want to, not unless Ivy told her. A dreamy smile crossed her face, complete with unfocused eyes as she stood there wobbling gently on her feet.

"Feels real good, Red. Sooo good." Her voice was a little more monotone than usual, but there was some of her trademark exuberance in there still. "It's like I'm floating on a cloud..." Ivy could have told her to run outside and dance naked in traffic and she would have done it. Granted, Harley would have done that without the pollen, but now she was extra happy to do it!

"I'm glad you feel that way, Harl." Ivy purred, looking a bit devious as well as sultry. "Because it's quite possible the effects are permanent." She declared. Then she shrugged. "Or it might be that the effect of this particular batch of pollen will be over in a few hours. Or days. It's hard to tell, honestly." Ivy wasn't sure; but that's what this experiment was for, to test the limits of the substance. And...other things.

"To begin, take off your boots. We'll be entering my 'special place' to put you through your paces." Ivy glanced lovingly at a nearby shrub. "And my babies hate it when you trudge through with those sharp heels of yours."

"Permanent?" That should have concerned her, Harley's logical mind said, but it really didn't. She mulled over everything Ivy said, then responded to it with a little shrug. It didn't matter to her in the least if this wore off or not, being Ivy's obedient girl was a good thing. The pollen making her obedient and Harley's natural affection made her putty in her hands.

"You got it, Red." Off they went, tossed haphazardly to the side, leaving Harley in just her mismatched red and blue socks. She wiggled her toes and awaited further orders, whether it was to strip down more or get marching. The rush of following directions was sweet beyond words, she needed more.

Ivy watched with satisfaction as the boots were tossed. The red-headed villainess also noticed the little toe wiggle Harley performed in her socks. "While we're at it, you can lose the socks, too. Frankly, this is good opportunity for you to appreciate the wonder of mother nature as I do. The earth beneath your bare feet is just a *divine* sensation, Harley."

"Then follow me. But carefully." Ivy warned. "I have another surprise I've been putting together with the help of my green little friends."

After that order, Ivy moved into the Greenhouse section of the hideaway, a large section of building covered in plant life of all stripes. Normally, Ivy kept Harley away from that area, but today was different, it seemed.

The words weren't even completely out of Ivy's mouth before Harley started pulling her socks off and tossing them to join her boots. Stepping on thorns and brambles always sucked, but she didn't even consider disobeying her. Heck, she'd probably never wear any footwear again in the lair unless she was told to, that was how effective the pollen was at getting into her head.

"Ready when you are!" she giggled as she stepped at Ivy's heels, "Ooh, a surprise just for me? Ya really shouldn't have, Pammy." What oh what could it be, she wondered, but she knew she'd be finding out soon enough.

Into the Greenhouse! Harley didn't go in there much, only when Ivy told her she had to for a new injection to keep the poison in the place from affecting her or something. Plants didn't do anything for her, so she didn't have much reason to want to go in there, but she was excited as could be to be crossing that threshold today.

Harley might be relieved to find that the Greenhouse was covered not with sharp points but soft leaves; crunching underneath the bare feet of the women. Ivy herself silently made her way to the center of the chamber, stopping occasionally to pat a flowering vine or complement a blooming rose. Ivy didn't spare much of a glance to Harley, knowing she'd follow behind no matter what.

Eventually, Ivy announced her little 'surprise'. "Hm. We're here. Now you get to see the little toy I've been brewing for the past couple of weeks." She purred.

Looking past Ivy as she commanded some foliage to part, Harley could see what looked like a golden pool of earthen clay. All around the pit, giant sweet-smelling flowers were situated. The plants shuttered occasionally, and the contents of their pollen seemed to fall and settle into the pit itself.

Not bleeding at all when she went into the Greenhouse was a plus, she had to say, but the way she was, Harley would have walked through broken glass if Ivy told her to, and it would have felt like heaven the whole time. This pollen was some potent stuff, no two ways about it, Harley was completely enraptured as she watched Ivy's ass sway in front of her on their way.

"Lemme see it, I wanna see!" She peeked around Ivy and looked at her surprise, and what she saw left her only wondering more. "Did you set me up a mud bath, Pammy?" she asked aloud while she looked more at it, smelling the sweet perfume coming off those flowers. Try as she might, Harley couldn't figure out that pit's mysteries, but she was sure the answer was on its way.

"An eager little thing, aren't we?" Ivy teased, fixing Harley with a sultry look as she stood aside so the blonde could see the pit in all it's glory. Ivy worked hard to bring it to fruition, after all. "I wouldn't call it something as simple as a 'mud bath', Harley." Ivy interjected. "More like...a full-body blow job." She declared.

"The pollen from those giant lovelies expel a powerful aphrodisiac. They mix with the mud, and turn the clay into a sticky, sensual love-pit that just *kisses* the skin. Hmmmm~." Ivy ran her hands down her green, slender body. It made her purr just thinking about it. "It's the perfect trap, you realize. One you don't wish to escape from. But we needn't take my word for it, now do we?" Ivy suggested, devious.

"Why don't you be a dear and step into it for me? I want to see if my creation is as inescapable as I believe it is." Ivy ordered. The golden substance comprising the pit was sticker than super-glue, and deeper than quicksand.

"Only for you, baby." Harley couldn't resist draping herself over Ivy's back, affectionately wrapping her hands around her waist while she cuddled her head up against her neck. "I've never been on the receiving end of a BJ before. You think of everything, don'tcha, Red?"

Harley wouldn't want to escape from it, she was sure. If Ivy told her she didn't want to, that made it doubly so. The thought of slipping into that pit was already getting her all wet, she couldn't wait to get in there and get filthy with her favorite gal. After a kiss to Ivy's cheek, she let go of her again, stepped on over, and dipped a toe in it the goo. After a little coo from how it made her feel all tingly, she almost stepped in it, but paused.

"Do ya want me to get naked first, Pammy?" It didn't make a difference to Harley, not really, but she thought she'd look pretty hot with sticky mud glistening all over her nude body.

Ivy felt her nipples harden beneath her leaf-bikini as Harley brushed up against her; anticipating her blonde lover stepping right into this sticky, gluey 'death trap'. The red-head's painted lips curved upward in pleasure at the very thought.

The adhesive nature of the goo would be obvious to Harley almost immediately; the golden ooze would cling tenaciously to the soft skin of her bare toe, stretching like elastic as she pulled her toe away.

When Harley asked about the rest of her clothes, Ivy simple stated, "Hm. No. Not yet. My little sap pool is quite thick, so they'll be plenty of time for you to discard all your clothing in the future." Ivy decided. "For right now, I want to focus on watching you sink and struggle against my lovely little bottomless sand trap."

Somewhere inside Harley's mind, alarm bells were ringing. If she got into this, something told her she wouldn't be getting back out. Now, even if she wasn't being mind controlled, that might still not have deterred her from getting in, she loved defying death like that, but it was still concerning... and not nearly enough to get her not to go for it. As soon as Ivy told her to dive in clothed, she gave her one more shrug and dipped her entire foot in.

"Heh heh, tickles." Feeling the ooze around her was a pleasant sensation, and she didn't hesitate in stepping further in. Soon enough, she was in up to her knees and struggling to keep moving.

"Stuff's thick, ain't it, Pammy? Might have to... work it a little."

The green-skinned plant woman watched her lover step into the sap filled with anticipation. She had yet to admit it outloud, but Pam was feeling a bit of a 'rush' putting Harley into a potentially deadly situation with a heaping helping of sexual energy on top of it.

"Hm. I honestly hope my little concoction does more than 'tickle' you, Harley." Pamela purred, watching said creation swallow up more and more of her blonde companion.

"You know, that stuff is so sticky I wonder if it's possible for you to escape." Ivy mused, bringing a long finger to her full lips. "I mean, it's certainly probable you will. But it won't be easy, I imagine."

With some effort, Harley managed to keep moving, though her motions were growing jerky. The mind control she'd been hit with was still working full force, she was trying her best to sink in deeper, and as the aphrodisiac effect of the pit's contents hit her, she began to giggle to herself.

"Definitely not gonna get out easy," she agreed, still sounding quite a bit high. She was up to her thighs now and still trying to move, slow going as it was. "Mmm... kinda tingly now. Making my pussy get all wet. What's gonna happen when I get it in there?"

Only one way to find out. Well, two, Ivy could just tell her, but Harley was more interested in struggling forward and finding out firsthand just how it felt.

1. What brings me to climax?
a. Going out with no underwear.
b. Wearing crotchless panties.
c. Having cocks at each end.
d. Consensual nonconsent.

2. What left me satisfied?
a. Gagging.
b. A cumshot.
c. An anal vibrator.
d. A bare bottom spanking.

3. I need this now?
a. Being whipped to submission.
b. Twisting my nipples until my ears curl.
c. A seductive massage.
d. A cock ring.

1. I need this now?
a. A bare bottom spanking.
b. A Femdom with a strapon.
c. Sensory deprivation.
d. A theater mask.

2. What do the best orgies include?
a. My Sir.
b. A bare bottom spanking.
c. Having hickies all over my body.
d. Sexy lingerie.

3. I need this now?
a. Being whipped to submission.
b. Twisting my nipples until my ears curl.
c. A seductive massage.
d. A cock ring.

The best way to wake up?
-Sadism
-Masturbation
-Being forced against my will
-An asshole

I need this now?
-Rope burn
-Play rape
-A knot
-An anal vibrator

What gave me an earth shattering orgasm?
- Talkimg dirty
- Having a random hookup
- Sex in public
- Biting

[They had talked about this a lot, or rather, Noctis suggested it one evening and Ignis wanted to do this special request for his lover, but felt highly awkward about it. There was no denying it was what Noctis wanted, but the subject of his fantasy was something Ignis had no experience in or never previously entertained doing, even in a consenting environment.

However, Ignis loved his Highness, his soul mate, without question and, upon further consideration, decided to try it. If Noctis changed his mind at any moment, Ignis would stop.

That is why, one morning, Ignis prepared himself mentally before tenderly stroking Noctis' cheek, a last moment of adoration between himself and his Majesty, before straddling the young man.]

Noctis.

[The adviser did not further his advancements, waiting until Noctis could react before taking things further. Even if it had been discussed previously, Ignis needed to know his lover still wanted this.]

They had talked about it, and Noct had made it perfectly clear that he was willing to let Iggy take total control, and that if he was really desperate to stop for whatever reason, that he would use his safe word immediately. It was a pleasant surprise, therefore, to be woken up by his advisor above him, an unusual predatory look in his eyes. And it was incredibly arousing to know Iggy was willing to indulge his fantasies like this.

“Ah...w-what do you want with me?”

Even the surprised sound to his voice made Ignis question himself and his decision to pursue this, but nevertheless, he continued. His voice lowered, losing its kindly consideration he had, especially for Noctis, and his green glare was an effort to maintain.

All for Noct, Ignis told himself. I'm doing this all for Noct.

Remaining firmly straddled on his rudely awakened Highness, Ignis pinned the Lucian son down by the shoulders, securing him and limiting movement.

"My, what do we have here? His Highness, alone..." Ignis took a deep breath, his heart racing at the strength to keep his aggressive persona.

"...and all mine."

Oh that was hot.

He licked his lips, eyes wide as he stared up at Ignis.

“What are you doing? Get off me!”

The prince made a pretense of struggling. He wanted to see how forceful Iggy would actually get.

That brief moment of shared eye contact before Noctis began to struggle gave Ignis a glimpse of the desire his beloved shared for this fantasy, for the other man. The relief was short lived as Ignis continued to play along with this dark game.

He seized Noctis' wrists, pinning them down over his head against the bed, which allowed Ignis to closen the gap between them, hovering mere inches from his face.

"So rebellious," Ignis growled, all the while watching for signs that the other man was done. "Perhaps you need some discipline pounded into you. You will be wholly submissive by the time I am through."

Another pause before the adviser leaned in to whisper, praying at every moment he wasn't taking things too far. "And even if you are not, well, what's wrong with a little struggling?"

Noct had to bite back a moan, arching up underneath Ignis. It was incredibly arousing, so sexy to have Ignis become so dominating and aggressive.

“N-no...please...”

His pathetic attempts to ‘struggle’ were no match for his lover.

Still holding Noctis down, Ignis became aware of what the reality of this fantasy coming to life did for his lover. As their bodies connected closely, the adviser - playing a role unusual for him - shifted slightly.

And moaned.

"Oh, come now. You're hard. You want this too, really."

“N-no I don’t..please..stop...get off me!”

Despite his words it was obvious that Noct was aroused, skin flushing and his eyes dilated, lips parting and he squirmed.

“I can’t,,,”

That knowledge, at least, reassured Ignis that Noctis still wanted this, even if it was a strange new experience for the both of them. Still, the ever loyal adviser wanted to satisfy the man he loved, even willing to try something he had never entertained before.

Because Noctis was his everything.

Permitting one hand to slide up the bottom of Noctis' night shirt, Ignis continued to tease him, hoping he did not take things too far. "Yes, you will. I came for one thing only. You know what that is."

A brief hesitation before Ignis pressed his knee between his lover's legs.

Noct’s breath hitched and he shivered, aroused beyond measure by Ignis’ actions, so unlike his lover’s usual gentle and considerate self.

“Please, no...I’ve never...”

Much to his shame, Noctis' words awakened a pool of pleasure inside of him. He hesitated, holding off long enough to gaze deeply into his lover's eyes, a flicker of doubt lingering there.

"I know," Ignis whispered, unable to hide the affection in his voice. Even if this was a fantasy for Noctis, it was impossible for Ignis to subdue the true depths of his adoration for the other man.

Still, he wanted to try and cater to his Highness' needs.

"Meaning I shall be your first, to take you..." Emphasising his point, Ignis permitted his fingers to trail across Noctis' chest, tantalisingly close to a sensitive nipple. "Make you mine. How does that sound?"

1. What do I need to be forced to try?
a. Blood
b. A slut.
c. Finger fucking.
d. Taking saucy photos at the grocery store.

2. The best way to wake up?
a. Being sore from rough sex
b. Wearing a rope bra.
c. Begging for cock.
d. A swift kick in the nuts.

3. This makes the adventure?
a. Orgasm control.
b. Being hogtied.
c. Sex in public.
d. A bare handed spanking.

1.What comes with a satisfaction guarantee?
a. A virgin.
b. Blood.
c. Rug burn.
d. A red hand print.

2.This is a great idea?
a. Spanking.
b. A knot.
c. Making home movies.
d. A butt plug.

3.Sometimes I like this rough?
a. An orgy.
b. Two fingers in the ass.
c. Sucking on Daddy's cock.
d. Being blindfolded and gangbanged.

1. What is better than chocolate?
a. Taking saucy photos at the grocery store.
b. Making you cum on the dance floor.
c. A tongue piercing hitting the right spot.
d. A strapon.

2. This makes the adventure?
a. Showing off my body.
b. Trying out a new toy.
c. Pretending to be strangers.
d. Going out with no underwear.

[ ooc: info and prefs on journal. can use body mods to alter appearance and function, and partner can use whatever pronouns they are most comfortable with. mix-and-match prompts as you like. ]

1. My favorite fetish?
A. A piercing.
B. Using a collar and leash.
C. Living out a forced fantasy.
D. Rope burn.

2. What makes me scream?
A. Trying out a new toy.
B. Being gagged with Mistress' panties.
C. A strapon.
D. Rimming.

3. What is a bad idea we should do anyway?
A. Facesitting.
B. A belt spanking.
C. Age play.
D. A cat o’ nine tails.

Edited 2018-07-27 13:05 (UTC)

1. Why couldn’t I focus at work today?
a. A dildo.
b. A chastity device.
c. Fisting.
d. Wearing a rope bra.

2. I'm cautiously optimistic about this?
a. A boob.
b. Blacking out from so many orgasms.
c. Dressing like a superhero.
d. Getting punished because I am right.

believe in the heart of the cards

Harley Quinn | DCEU | f/f

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Richard Swift | DC Comics | OTA

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | M/M

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4 | OTA

Noctis | Final Fantasy XV | m/m

1c + 2b?

Yay ^_^

This Adviser knows you all too well ;)

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gentaro yumeno / hypnosis microphone. ( m/m )

Rey | Star Wars | OTA

Shadusha | OC | F*/F

Anna | Frozen | F/F

Amanda Ramirez | nWoD OC | OTA