#subbywings

He adjusts my crown before I hear him unsheath his sword. I know this game. My mouth falls open before he has to tell me.

My guard holds the flat of his sword against my neck his fingers go in my mouth and I hear him laugh. It echos off the walls of the empty audience chamber.

"So eager. My good little Prince."

His fingers stay in my mouth, holding it open, petting my tounge, occasionally choking me. Until right before the big wooden doors are opened again.

Suddenly the sword is gone, my mouth is empty. My guard is by my side. "Wipe your face your highness. Wouldn't want your other guards thinking they could take advantage of you."

So I do, I run the back of my hand over my face just as the doors open. I'm blushing at how much drool I wipe away.

"Four more are seeking audiences with you your highness." The new guard says. I nod my approval and he turns to open the door my Guard turns to me, fixing my crown.

This blog is 21+

Yes I know you can see adult content at 18 but this is for my own comfort. Respect my boundaries. 

I’m Jake. top leaning verse, sub leaning switch. Aro and Ace as well

I am shit at tagging though I do try to tag some of the stuff I don’t have around here a lot and I know is hardly everyone’s cup of tea. “piss” “daddy kink” and very rarely but it’s been known to happen “cnc” 

aside from those which you won’t see much of, puppy play, over stimulation, “generic kink” stuff or whatever, i don’t know, I don’t have a theme or anything. 

my personal post tags are a bit rough at the moment.

DMs are open though I prefer Asks if you’re not trying to be friends. If you are trying to be friends and we’re mutuals you can ask for my discord. 

If you’re going to send asks thank you! I appreciate it. I’m not in loved with established anons. I prefer knowing who I’ve got a back and forth with. I adore one off anons though. 

You hand me a book, it’s the first of a fantasy series I’ve never even heard of. You smile and tell me to get to it and “pay attention.” 

A bit later I come to you, book in hand excited ready to tell you all about how much I liked it. You hold up a finger that smile on your face and you hand me a giant multiple choice test, maybe there are a few short answer questions, an essay. You give me a time limit, it’s way to short but I nod, turned on and get to work. Either I finish it or time runs up and you take the test back go though it and grade it right in front of me, red pen, maybe a frown every time I got something wrong. 

I barely pass the test, maybe you spank me as a punishment. Maybe you’ve got something far more creative in mind. But afterwards, tears running down my face you kiss my cheek handing me the test and the next book. 

“Better do better on the next time, you don’t want to fail the class, and you know I have high expectations for you.” 

I hurry off determined to do better, I open the cover of this book, ready to pay much better attention to the clothes everyone is wearing, when it’s raining, and most importantly, my least favorite part of any fantasy series the battles but there on the title page I see it “Book two of ten.”