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dumb-puppy-whore · 2 years

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being punished while desperate

laid over my domme's lap as she spanks me

her chastising me for whatever bratty thing crossed the line this time

my noises slowly shifting from cries of pain to whimpers of desperation

"m-miss please," I cry as my hand shoots out to hold my crotch

my domme misinterpreting the movement as a way to shield myself from the punishment and pinning the arm behind my back

"what did I tell you about trying to shield yourself from punishment," she growls, stopping just enough to grab a different toy

"n-no miss I wasn't trying to-"

I gasp as a large dildo is pressed against my tdick before slowly trailing up towards my boycunt

"please tell me what you were trying to do then" she sharply says

"I-i was trying to keep myself from leaking," I say as my face flushes red

"ah," she says as if she's just realizing, "you're desperate"

she emphasizes the words by thrusting the dildo completely inside me and holding it there

"yes ma'am," I moan

"aww, here's what we're going to do baby; I'm going to fuck you with this dildo and you have two options: 1) cum and I will let you use the potty right after or 2) pee and we finish your punishment and you don't cum for a week. do you understand?"

"yes ma'am"

she grins evilly as she adjusts my body on her lap, putting both my hands behind my back and positioning her knee to be right in my bladder so that if she pressed down with the hand holding my wrists it would apply pressure on my bladder

all that's heard for some time are my moans and the sound of my domme railing me with her strap

eventually when my moans start picking up and raising in pitch, my domme breaks the relative silence

"fuck baby, you look so fucking good like this, my little bratty slut," she says while pressing on my wrists

I barely notice the new pressure from being so fucked out but I do notice as her voice gets increasingly sadistic and predatory

"fuck youre just a little whore aren't you? youre such a nasty pervert, you should be thanking me for even putting up with you. go on, Thank Me."

"Hng th-thank y-you mommy, for putting up with a dirty pervert like me"

as I cry out the words, my domme pushes on my back even harder, causing me to lose control over my bladder and pee all over her and myself and I immediately start crying as the relief flows through my body

my mommy stops as soon as she feels the wetness hit her leg.

"Are you fucking peeing on me?" she asks, an incredulous tone in her voice. "God you really are a disgusting whore aren't you, I don't even think you tried to hold it."

she continues berating me as i sob before gagging me to muffle my cries as she continues on to the second portion of the punishment

#mine #ftm bottom #ftm nsft #nblw nsft #nb sub #puppy sub #ftm ns/fw #this originally was Not Going to be that #not my best work but eh #bestie should i delete this yes or no #didnt know i needed to write a vent fic #omorashi #wow guys i finally stopped beating around the bush #that ending? terrible #should i announce when im doing a hold so yall can bully me yes or no #if youve read all these tags just know that im fighting sleep and explains most of this #mommy

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foxesfantasys · 5 months

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Just a quick phone doodle of Danny

Not great but I had some free time between lessons

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanart #quick doodle #not my best work but eh

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icedtoastt · 4 months

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A little drawing of @daily-bucket-girl’s Pythia greenblings designs from hello rio which I fell in love with

#your turn to die #kimi ga shine #greenblings #shin tsukimi #kanna kizuchi #hello rio #my art #not my best work but eh

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phrogggslayer · 1 year

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An old drawing of the Daycare Attendant Sun and Moon.

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fancymeatcomputers · 8 months

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I played ddlc again and they should kiss on the mouth methinks

#not my best work but eh #the ref i used was kinda weird sooo #ddlc #my art

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localdealmaker · 8 months

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I lov him,,,,,

#my artwork #my art #endacopia #endacopia clockey #endacopia fanart #not my best work but eh

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its-tortle · 1 year

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wrapped game!!!! stucky (obvi) & number 23 my love xx

hi teesha! this one was slightly tough -- to me, this is a song about the religious iconization of technology and capitalism in our modern society -- but i think i made it work? it's a bit weird, but i hope you like it anyway!

You're gonna get yourself killed

Before you can run

Just 'cause you've got your own theme song

(Fastest gun in the solar system)

Don't think you're alone

Don't think you're whole, love

Don't mean that you're holy

Don't mean you're the only one

To save us all

The moments after returning to base camp are chaotic. There are so many soldiers at once, most of the celebratory, many of them exhausted. The troops from the base camp gather and mingle with the rescued soldiers, and for moment Bucky is lost in a sea of back-claps and cheers and a number of relieved and tearful hugs.

The whole thing is overwhelming, honestly, after the dank dark rooms of the Hydra base and the ache he still feels down to his tired bones. He slinks away the first moment he can.

He walks through the camp a little bit aimlessly, thinking he’ll find Steve’s tent or maybe just pass out in the first empty one he finds that isn’t too mothbitten. His eyes scan the sea of tarp and then the long lines of the barracks. There’s what looks to be stage beside it all, and while it has the desolate look about it that everything here does, it’s adorned with bright flags and banners in red, white, and blue.

Bucky vaguely registers himself walk to it, not sure if it’s the colors that draw him to it -- brighter than he feels he’s seen in years -- or the peculiarity of the show stage amidst the hellscape they’re all living in.

As he steps closer, his eyes hone in on the set of posters stapled to the structure. They’re nearly as garish in color as the banners.

Captain America! they read. The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan.

The subtitles go on about the USO girls and the show to win the war. It all looks like a blur of patriotic bullshit that Bucky doesn't know he ever really believed, but certainly doesn't after what he’s seen here. He almost wants to rip the paper off of the wood.

But then, in the middle of all the pop up writing and star-spangled banners, is Steve’s face. It’s not a perfect likeness -- the nose is too straight and the eyes not green enough, and they didn’t get the freckle on his cheek -- but it’s Steve all the same. It’s his smile and his brow, and that familiar determined set to his jaw that is so familiar to Bucky, even if the jaw is a bit squarer than he’s used to.

Staring at the poster, there’s a twist of something in Bucky’s gut, something indefinable. There’s some pride in it, sure, and whole lot of love, but intwined with it is a sting of resentment and bitterness. Bucky almost hates the man on the poster. He loves Steve.

“There you are.”

Bucky jumps at the sudden voice behind him, immediately calmed by the familiar cadence. He turns to find Steve looking at him, his eyes the right shade of turquoise and his nose crooked from that fight with Tommy K. in fifth grade. The twisted something in Bucky’s chest warms.

“Hey,” he says a little dumbly. “I was- I needed some air.”

Steve just nods. His gaze on Bucky is heavy, and Bucky would be squirming beneath it if he didn’t know he was leveling the same one back at Steve.

After a moment, or maybe four, Steve gestures at the stage behind Bucky. “You missed the show,” he says, and his little self-deprecating smile is so familiar is makes Bucky want to cry.

“Was it any good?” he asks instead.

Steve shakes his head with a little snort. “Absolutely not. They threw stuff at me.”

“Can’t blame them,” Bucky says before he can tell himself not to. “I mighta done the same if it didn’t know it was you.”

Steve swallows, but then just nods again. He looks at Bucky like he knows there’s more coming. He’s always been able to read him like a book.

“I just-” He loosely gestures at the posters behind his shoulder. “What is this? Did you ask for this?”

Steve shakes his head quickly. “No. I didn’t. You know me, Buck.”

“Then why?”

“I wanted to fight,” Steve says, with such quick determination it almost cuts Bucky off. “I wanted to fight, and you were in Europe, and I kept getting kicked out of every enlistment center because I was 5’1’’ and couldn’t breathe right. So, when they gave me a chance, I took it. I didn’t know they were gonna put me in tights.”

Despite himself, Bucky can feel his lips quirk at the corners. “It’s not the tights I have a problem with.”

Steve snorts. Bucky’s lucky he can’t tell what flirting is, really.

“And anyway,” Steve continues, “I can’t be mad about it at the end of the day, cause it got me here. I- I got you back, and now I get to do what I set out to.”

Bucky is almost surprised, then wonders how he ever could have been. “You’re gonna fight.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. And then he must tell that Bucky is getting angry, because he lets out an exasperated huff and gestures to his body, the one that’s still so unfamiliar. “C’mon Buck, that’s what this was made for.”

“This?” Bucky repeats. Steve’s early retort had done nothing to soothe his anger. “What do you mean, this. Steve, it’s you. I don’t care that the serum is a weapon, not when it’s become your body.”

Steve’s shoulders square. “I’m not some fragile little kid anymore, Buck-”

“And yet you still have something to prove!”

That shuts Steve up. Bucky watches his stony expression and feels his anger give way to desperation.

“I just-” He takes a deep breath. “I know you, and I know you want to- need to fight. And I will have your back, but I don’t want you to mistake your Captian America schtick for invincibility. Just because you’ve got big muscles and your own theme song doesn’t make you the sole holy hero that’s gonna win this war. You’re gonna get yourself killed, going into it alone.”

A muscle is Steve’s jaw twitches, and Bucky thinks he’s already learning how to read Steve through the changes in his body. After a moment, the blond nods.

“You’re right,” he says. “And I don’t- I didn’t ask to be the icon, really. I just wanted to keep you safe.”

Bucky laughs a little, despite that ever-twisting something in his gut. “Well, you better believe that goes both ways.”

Steve smiles then, and it’s one of those wide, pretty ones that set Bucky alight. He opens his arms, and Bucky steps in between them like he’s been doing it for years. His cheek fits perfectly in the crook of Steve’s shoulder.

“Thanks for calling me out on my bullshit, Buck,” Steve mumbles into the side of Bucky’s head.

Bucky laughs into Steve’s skin. “That’s what I’m here for, punk.”

send me a number and a ship and i'll write a ficlet to match the song on my wrapped playlist!

#oh my god what is this #i was gonna sit down for 20 mins and write 500 words #and now its an hour later and heres 1k #fuck i need to do my readings #anyway #idk how i feel about this??#but here you go i guess #not my best work but eh #stucky #stucky ficlet #tortle writes #prompts

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argoselfship · 6 months

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@kits-ships selfship-vember day 1: good morning/warm drinks! i combined the two prompts into one for this :) n is a tea-drinker and i'm a coffee drinker, it's been fun introducing him to new teas!

#kits selfshipvember #selfshipvember #self ship #self shipping #self shipper #self ship blog #self shipping community #f/o #f/o community #fictional other #argo art #ship: treasure every moment #s/i: alexandre xavier vinet #not my best work but eh

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pixiedustandpetrichor · 1 year

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For the @sapphicmarauding prompt, fireside

“Men.” Lily sighed, staring into the flickering light of the gilded fireplace. The orange glow turned her red hair to flame.

“Men.” Narcissa agreed, a dark tilt to her tone.

“I just…” Lily trailed off. She was always hesitant to speak badly about James. “I feel like I’m never enough for him.”

“Tell me about it. I’m never pretty enough, loving enough, or quiet enough for Lucius.”

“Somedays I want to leave him.” Lily murmured. Narcissa almost rolled her eyes; it shouldn’t be such a surprise, given that they were sitting on the couch together, their legs and hands intertwined and their husband and boyfriend, respectively, away.

“Then leave him.” The fire crackled like the blood in her veins.

There was silence.

“I’m pregnant.” Lily whispered.

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed.”

“Does he know?” She shouldn’t have cared so much about the answer.

“No. But I’ll have to tell him soon.”

“No-”

“My child needs a stable home. If that means relying on the support of their father, then so be it.” There was a dare in her green eyes, something she couldn’t quite voice yet.

Don’t marry him. Narcissa wanted to say. Don’t become a trophy wife like me. Lily was too vivid, too bright, too joyful for such a life.

“I can support you.” Is what she blurted out instead. Oh well. Might as well go all in. “I have my own vault at Gringotts; enough to buy a house, and support us long enough for me to find a job.”

“You’d really leave him?” For me?

“You’re everything, Lily.”

Lily shook her head, and Narcissa’s breath caught.

“You’re everything. And I’d follow you anywhere.”

Narcissa’s mouth dropped open, and she probably looked like an idiot, but she didn’t care. Because Lily was right there and Lily was hers and Lily was grinning and Lily was catching her mouth with her own and letting out a low, sweet moan.

The flames rose up behind them, and Narcissa felt like a phoenix, rising up to new heights as she left her old life behind in ashes.

#not my best work but eh #narlily #lily evans #narcissa black #hp microfic

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lazysailor · 4 months

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TW: emetophobia and violence

This is a short intro like story to my two Jujutsu Kaisen ocs I've been obsessed with lately and there's a good 50/50 chance I'll use these ocs more in the future. So enjoy :D

Word count: 1,760

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How did this even happen?

This was a common question Akira asked herself lately. She was just an ordinary highschool girl, she had normal friends, she had a family. But all that changed for her when he came into her life.

Akira was hanging out after school with her friends, her friends weren't exactly rule followers but they weren't rebels either, just people getting through life. They were sitting at what they would call “The Hill” which was a place located over behind their school a ways away. Akira was watching her friends mess around and poke fun at each other while she was working on some late assignments since the semester was nearly ending.

Akira decided to take a break and lay in the grass for a bit, unbeknownst to her something had found her and crawled its way up her sleeve. The thing then found a cozy place on the back of her neck and bit into it.

“Ow!” Akira yells as she sits up in the grass.

“What happened?” One of her friends asks.

“Something bit me!” She yells.

“It was probably just nothing.” One of her other friends comments.

“Lemme see if something actually did bite you.” The friend who asked her says as they walk up to her.

“Where is it.?” They ask.

“On the back of my neck.” She says.

The caring friend then moves her hair away from the back of her neck and inspects it..But there was nothing there.

“Yeah I’d say it was just in your head.” The friend says as they move her hair back to where it was before.

“Told ya.” The other friend says.

Her friends then go back to messing with each other as she touches the back of her neck. She swears she can feel some kind of pain or bump there..

Later that night Akira wakes up in a cold sweat and she suddenly feels nauseous. She bolts out of her bed and storms into the bathroom, she then throws up into the toilet and the color of the sick is a shade of black.

“W-What the fuck.” She says as her voice quivers, she then throws up again but it's a normal color.

The sound of her throwing up surprisingly doesn't wake up her parents..Well they've both been out of the house lately..

“Wow, I didn't expect you to throw up so soon.” A voice suddenly says out of nowhere with a chuckle following it.

Akira looked around the bathroom in a panic trying to see who was talking to her, but it was only her in there.

“I’m in your head! Humans always look so funny when this happens.” The voice comments.

“Who the fuck are you!” Akira asks as she stands up.

“Ohoho I have a feisty human this time!” The voice says.

“Answer!” She yells.

She looks at herself in the mirror and sees a small insect-like creature sitting on her shoulder.

“You said you were in my-” She tries to say but she gets cut off.

“I’m making you hallucinate, my child, but my name is Parohs.” The insect-like creature introduces himself.

“That's a stupid name.” She tells it.

“Shut up.” He says.

“What are you.?” She asks Parohs.

“Wow I have a feisty and curious human, I’ll probably stick to you for a while!” The curse says.

“I'm a cursed spirit, a spirit made from negative emotions from humans. And I chose to live within you for now..” Parohs explains to her.

“What..Why me.?” Akira asks him.

“I won't tell you why..But let's say you're in for a ride now.” The curse ominously says to her as it begins to laugh.

After a few days from the throwing up incident she's walking home from school and she see’s someone from her school leaning against a building. She decides to ignore him and continues walking home..But the person had other ideas.

She suddenly felt a pocket knife against her neck.

“Give me all of your money or I swear I’ll slit your throat!” The classmate yells, his eyes were red so he was probably on some kind of illegal drug.

Akira looked at the guy with a panicked look, but she felt heard the curse, Parohs, tell her something.

“Trying looking into his eyes directly, it’ll be useful to you.” The curse says as it Snickers under its breath.

She hesitates but follows the curse’s words, Akira looks directly into his eyes and visions something she didn't expect. The vision was of the guy being covered in spiders while they were wrapping him in their webs, but the vision shortly ends.

Out of some kind of impulse she suddenly touches the guy's forehead, the guy gives her a confused look but he shortly moves the knife away from her neck and starts to scream. He falls onto the ground and panics while still screaming like there was something on him. That's when she realizes she caused this and it wasn't just something random. Akira runs away from the hysterical man and makes it all the way home.

Her house was empty and quiet as she slammed the door behind her and locked it.

“What the hell just happened..” She says while she breathed heavily.

“That was a display of our power little Akira..You should be thankful you didn't die back there.” Parohs says to her.

“But what will happen to him?” She asks him.

“It all depends on what's in his hallucination.” He answers.

“Hallucination.?” Akira says as she sounded confused.

“Yes hallucination, the moment you saw that vision and touched his forehead you were able to make him hallucinate his worst fear!” Parohs explains with excitement in his voice.

Akira takes this information in for a few moments.

“So this is your power?” She asks.

“Oh no, no, no! Our power Akira!” He tells her, if he had a mouth he definitely would've been smiling at that moment.

“We have the power to make people see their worst fears and go insane.” Parohs says.

“But I don't want this power.!” Akira says as she starts to get mad.

“Too bad you'll have to get used to it, Akira.” The bug-like curse says in a cold tone.

After a week Akira woke up in a panic, but nothing seemed off around her at first. She got out of bed and walked downstairs only to hear her parents arguing over something in the kitchen..

“What the fuck do you mean she's missing?!” Her father yells.

“I tried to wake her up this morning since it was late, but she was gone!” Her mother yells while she seemed to be crying.

“Ooh, someone's parents are arguing!” Parohs says.

“Shut up..What's even happening?” She asks him.

Parohs lets out a deep chuckle before answering her.

“Well curses tend to be invisible to people who don't have that much cursed energy. And since you have me now you basically disappeared from anyone who lacks cursed energy.” Parohs explains to her before chuckling some more.

“W-What?” She says but she gets cut off by her dad's yelling.

“How could she possibly just disappear over the night?!” Her dad yells.

“I don't know!” Her mother says as she starts to cry more.

Her dad then slapped her mom hard making her fall onto the ground..

There was silence between all three of them until it was broken by her dad once again.

“You know what! Since you're such a bad mom, I may as well just leave you!” Her father says leaving her mom shocked.

“What?! You can't just do that!” Her mother yells.

“Where do you even plan on going?!” Her mother asks.

Her dad seems to hesitate before answering her.

“Your best friend's house, I've actually been sleeping with her for a couple months now!” Her dad tells her.

Akira stands in the doorway to the kitchen in shock for a few moments. But some kind of feeling comes over her telling her that her dad can't just get away with it, she had to do something about it. She starts to walk over to her parents who were still arguing with each other.

She stops in front of her dad and stares into his dad's eyes, the vision he saw was of him being attacked by a dog which like her past one ended quickly. Akira touches her dad's forehead and uses more cursed energy than last time against her dad in a fit of anger. Her dad almost immediately starts to freak out and starts yelling at her mom for her to get away, while her mom stands there confused.

The situation quickly starts to escalate as her dad puts his hands around her mom's neck, Akira looks away from the scene as Parohs seems to watch it unfold.

After who knows how long the house is dead silent and Parohs looks at Akira.

“Good job Akira! My past hosts have never been able to get this far with their power!” He congratulates her.

She didn't look at the scene In Front of her.

“I ended up killing both of them didn't I.?” She asks him while knowing she probably did.

“Yup!” Parohs says as he looks at the messed up scene In Front and goes into a small laughing fit.

She stays quiet for a few minutes before she walks away from the kitchen and back up to her room.

“What exactly are you?” Akira asks Parohs.

“Hehe you may as well know! I'm Parohs the curse of chaos, I was formed from you little humans fear of chaos!” He tells her.

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Akira now sits in a subway train in Japan, it has been a few months since that whole incident and now she doesn't really question anymore. She has accepted the chaos within her life and chooses to even cause it every once in a while.

The train is quiet like normal but unusually empty, probably because it was the middle of the day and lots of people were either at school or working. As the train stops to pick up more people, a girl around Akira’s age steps onto the train. The girl makes her way over to her and stops in front of her, which wasn't normal for Akira since most people couldn't see her.

“Is it okay if I sit here.?” The girl asks with a shy tone.

Akira stays silent for a moment taking in her presence since she seemed different.

“Of course.” Akira says with a small grin.

#not my best work but eh #These two have been stuck in my head lately #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen oc #jjk oc #jjk ocs

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