Jennie and breath play omg.. just Jennie dominating you and be ruthless omg
when she chokes you until your vision is clouded with little dark spots and when you’re so sure you’ll pass out she stops touching you completely, distancing herself. You think she’s being kind, allowing you some time to breathe and to gather yourself, but in a second she’s all over you once again — lips, hands, everywhere. tears are falling from your face, begging her to stop because she’s now pinching your nipples and it’s all just too much, but as the princess she is, Jennie does as she pleases, delighting herself with your overstimulated pleads. she asks you so many questions, the words making no sense inside your poor, dumb head… so she mocks you for that, naturally. because you’re so stupid, so dumb. truly her little doll, with (once again) no other purpose but to be her favorite form of stress relief <33
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I commissioned @rosenkranz-does-things for art, and they are a literal angel and so good, still sobbing.
The art is of a scene from my Lizard Queen Fairytale AU!
The tears she had bitten back started streaming down her cheeks as she cradled Vastra close. “Please, you have to be okay… I want to hear your laughter again, and I’ll put up with your teasing insults, just please…”
She brought the lizard to her lips and kissed her tiny head lovingly. Tears fell onto Vastra’s scales. “Please, wake up…”
- Lizard Queen, Chapter 4
Now without further ado ✨THEM✨
Roz I am in so much emotions about them, thank you sm! Also, people, go commission Roz pls they make FABULOUS art 😭❤️
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buffy and jenny season six fic prompt? mayhaps?
Alternate Jenny-is-alive s6.
Buffy kicks a stone with her boot, looking anywhere but in front of her, where her friends are debating the best place to stop for takeout to bring back for movie night. They'd planned a whole evening: Scooby patrol, fast food, martial arts movie madness. All in an attempt to make her feel better, to make her think that things are normal and safe and OK.
"What do you want, Buffy?" Willow asks. Buffy glances up just long enough to see Willow's wide-eyed smile, earnest and open and a little bit apprehensive. "We're thinking Chinese, or shawarma?"
"I-I don't know, you guys," Buffy says. She doesn't know. She can't think about this. She can hardly stomach the feeling of the pavement, hard and unforgiving, underneath her feet. "I mean, on one hand you have noodles, and on the other..."
"Big pile o' meat," Xander says with approval. "I know."
Buffy doesn't need to look up to know the way her friends are looking at her: with a mix of concern and hope. No, not hope. Wishfulness. They're wishing she could be the way she was. The way she used to be.
Once they got back it would be another three hours, at least, before she could excuse herself to sleep. It's too much. She can't pretend for that long. She can't--
"You know, I think I saw that last vamp doubling back. I should go check, make sure he doesn't cause trouble."
"Oh... Well, if you think--do you want us to come with?"
Buffy lifts her head slowly, dredging up her last vestiges of energy to force a smile onto her face. Willow's lip has turned downward into a disappointed little frown.
"Nah, I'll be fine." Buffy gives a little shrug. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."
After a few more back-and-forths of persuasion, Buffy watches them go.
It's easier this way.
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Buffy hears the soft rustle of a leather jacket and sighs. "I just want to be left alone."
"I know," a voice that isn't Spike's says.
"Oh--it's you."
Jenny comes to sit on a nearby headstone, using both hands to boost herself up. "You were expecting someone else?"
Buffy points her toes together, looking down at the grass. The grass is much softer under her feet than the paved streets. She feels more at home here. "Not really." They're both quiet for a minute. Buffy breaks it first. "Did Willow ask you to look for me?"
"After six years, I know you well enough to come looking on my own," Jenny says wryly.
"I'm fine," Buffy tells her, more out of habit than anything.
"I didn't ask." Jenny's words have a hint of a smile to them. "I wouldn't. I won't ask you to lie to me, Buffy. You don't need to pretend you're okay."
Buffy doesn't have a rote response to that, so she says nothing. She taps her feet against the headstone. Her mind, never fully present lately, drifts off between the rows of graves.
"Buffy..." Jenny hesitates for a moment, but continues. "You're allowed to not be okay. You don't owe it to anyone to feel okay."
"Don't I?"
Something deep within her twists and turns like a knife. With another kick to the headstone, Buffy turns to look at Jenny for the first time since she'd sat down.
Jenny's eyes are so unlike her friends'. No hope-wish-want-fulness. There is only compassion there.
"My friends brought me back," Buffy says. "They gave me my life back. Don't I owe them something?"
Jenny looks steadily back at her. "Of course not."
Buffy holds her gaze for a long moment, and then--with a shiver--she looks away. This world that was once hers is so much colder than where she's been. She wraps her arms around her, and speaks now to the ground in a quiet voice. "Why couldn't they let me go?"
"They love you very deeply," Jenny says. Her voice is quiet, too. "Sometimes that makes people do impossible things."
"Jenny, I don't think I'm supposed to be here. I feel... wrong." Saying it aloud lets Buffy breathe a little more deeply, a little more easily, just for a moment. "Please don't tell the others."
"I won't."
"I'll tell them when I'm ready."
"I know."
Jenny hops down from her perch and touches Buffy's shoulder, very briefly. Buffy feels a little warmer, somehow. Warm enough to uncross her arms and let her feet come back down to the ground.
"I'm glad you're here," Buffy admits, as they begin their walk back home.
Jenny smiles. "Me, too."
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