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joshithekitsune · 2 months

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Cacktasma expecting headcanons (pt. 2)

TW: There will be depictions of childbirth

Here ya go, @itsavee4117 and @aliencatwafers!

We're going to review some things that we just discussed.

• Cackletta has been 8 months in. They didn't expect this at all. Antasma and Fawful become wary of her condition. Antasma is pretty neutral while Fawful is just fidgeting around in circles thinking of the horrendous consequences. Do you blame them?

• She certainly didn't plan on being full term at all, (VERY rare for a beanish to be full term). But alas, her stubborn unborn hybrid kid needs more development than an average beanish baby.

• Okay, an average beanish gestation is 5-6 months total. For her, she'd be 40 weeks in a human gestation. (I've done some research, trust me when I say this).

• Beanish share a few traits from humans, in fact, (flexibility that is). This gives Cackletta a better chance into having a normal birth. Good for her I guess.

• It's midnight and the couple are soundly asleep. The baby is getting fussy and she groggily gets out of bed with a nightgown draping over her bulge. She hobbles through the hallway rocking her belly to sleep. She feels a slight cramp along her lower back, she winced. At first she thought it was a false alarm but it's gotten worse every few minutes... til she felt something flowing. Her water just broke.

Shocked, she looked down seeing an amniotic puddle soaked on the carpet. What a mess. She mumbled: "Decided to come out, eh?" She patted her belly and sighed in relief. But it wasn't long til another contraction struck, she groaned from the affliction. She hurriedly waddled back into the bedroom to wake up her husband who was in a deep slumber.

She nudges him on the broad shoulder, telling him it's time. Antasma begins to panic, screeching in realization. He rushes to wake up Fawful and he begins to freak out as well. The boys frantically gather all the equipment for the sunroom while Cackletta awkwardly sits on the bed, waiting for them to be finished.

After they were done with the preparations, Antasma bridal styles his wife to the sunroom filled with plants and a foldable bed. He gently places her down on it. Hours have passed, she felt like utter shit, contractions were getting way worse than they did while back. The big one strikes, she screams. LITERALLY. Clenching into Antasma's paw, she screams "I NEED EPIDURAL!!! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!" Fawful rummages through his medical kit, and injects it into her spine. She sighs in relief after the epidural kicked in. He looks down at her... you-know-what and announces that she's fully dilated.

The last contraction hits and she begins to PUSH! She wailed like a banshee as she pushed. What felt like days, the baby finally slips, squawking from the moment it came out. Dewy-eyed from all the exhaustion, Cackletta weeps: "...Oh... my babyyy...!" She reaches out for her newborn. Her whole body trembling, she got to hold her little girl in her arms for a couple of seconds before giving her back. The baby does need some preppin' after all!

The couple finally got to see their little bundle of joy, they named her Callia. ❤

• Fawful this whole time was VERY embarrassed yet felt uncomfortable while seeing his master's... pussy this whole time. Especially her birthing. He desperately wanted to puke after seeing all that imagery. Do you blame him?!

• They're DEFINITELY not having kids again after what happened. They might change their minds after their daughter moves out, who knows!? 👀

#m&l rpgs #superstar saga #headcanons #callia #mario oc #fanchild #mario fanchild #cacktasma #antasma #cackletta #fawful #dream team #suggestive

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voreinthehouse · 23 days

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HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2024: YEAR OF THE DRAGON

Ming Lee locked the door to the main bedroom of her home. It'd been a busy night for the whole family - her mother, aunts and cousins alongs their spouses and children had all come to celebrate the Chinese New Year at the temple. Jin, Meimei and Ming had all been busy cooking several elaborated dishes, hoping to impress their relatives with a hearty meal and deliciously hot gossip.

Once everyone had arrived and the usual gifts of expensive skincare products, rare candies and the tips on panda management had been exchanged, the family sat at the table set in the temple's garden to admire the moon and enjoy each others' company.

Hours upon hours were spent gossiping, eating, drinking, and having fun, and by the time everyone realized how late it truly was most of their bellies had bloated twice their size from that night alone.

Despite how impossibly full Ming felt - her belly was dangerously close from ripping her dress at the seams - she couldn't shake the warmth that all the baijiu had injected in her veins through the night. It'd ran through her body and rooted itself right between her legs, growing hotter with every little glass she drank, making her pussy pulse to life in drunker hunger.

She and Jin already had a potently ardent sexual life that led them to fucking every night when they were sure Mei had gone to bed, but tonight they hadn't had the chance to sneak off to take care of themselves like usual.

Her growing desire and increasingly drunken state of mind eventually led Ming to sticking a hand under her dress and stroking her feverish cunt over her leggings. It was almost painful keeping them on; everything in her told her to just rip them open and finger herself, but by what was surely a miracle she managed to keep the rest of her self control. And her dignity, since everyone was too drunk to notice her misbehavior.

Well, mostly everyone.

A single look shared with her husband told her everything she wanted to hear and more.

With everyone passed out in their own rooms it was finally time for her to get her much needed due. She stripped off her strained dress, liberating a long belch in the process, and donned on a cute little red with golden trimming lingerie she'd gotten a long time ago that felt incredibly appropriate for the occasion.

It was after all, the new year of the Dragon, and she would make sure to start it with a most powerful bang.

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SUPER LATE I KNOW BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT

fun fact! baijiu is a traditional chinese liquor! i wanted to include some small details of chinese culture, mostly in the food, and while i knew that sake is traditional japanese liquor, and soju is traditional korean liquor, i had no idea what the chinese one was named. apparently, baijiu (also known as shaojiu), is considered to be the chinese equivalent of vodka!

never thought being a nsfw furry artist would lead me to learn more about different cultures like this but honestly, reading about chinese liquors was fun!

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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Hear me out, Yume! (This is for Epel'e bday)

Epel and a very unreactive darling? She's almost emotionless! Everything he does to try and impress her is only brushed off by her saying a simple 'good job' with a blank face. He hates it so much! All he wants, all he craves, is for one reaction, even if it's a negative one! If he can just gouge one reaction from her, he swears, that'll be the highlight of his life! But if he can't get anything out of her with tasks and hard work, so maybe he'll coax one out of her with something a little more...sensual. If he tries hard enough, if he's rough enough, maybe he'll even get a pained whimper from her as he rips her lace panties apart, shoving his fingers inside of her no matter how much MC tells him to stop with such bored eyes and a monotone voice, or how dry she is.

- 🍑

!!! Σ੧(❛□❛✿) Sexually frustrated Epel is best Epel no i am right do not argue with me

I can see him drugging your drink if you pissed him off enough, that juice you were drinking in his party? Yeah, you probably should’ve thought something was really off when it was sweeter than you expected, but instead, you chugged it down like it’s no one’s business. You’ll feel dizzy, nauseous as if the whole world is spinning around without you in it. You asked to be excused, wanting nothing more to collapse onto the comfort of your bed but you have a feeling that this sense of intense lethargy in you would probably take over your body before you can actually get there. The party wasn’t over, you’d be such a wet blanket if you asked Grim or anyone else to accompany you home so, you’re in a bit of a pinch.

But that’s where Epel comes in, smiling as innocently as ever as he offers his own room for you, claiming how his roommates are not present at the moment. You didn’t think too much about it, you were too dazed and irritated at your sleepy self to actually protest back and just followed Epel as he guides you.

You didn’t know what happened after that, or if you even reached his room as everything just turned black. The next thing you knew, your sight wasn’t working well and you couldn’t move, something that seems to be a rope was tied around your wrist like some kind of animal. The rope burns through your skin and the cause for your unstable eyesight was indeed a blindfold after much deliberation. A gag was preventing you from speaking up as well, it was accumulating saliva inside your mouth that they just began to drip down your jaw. You struggled for a while, flinching as you try find a way to escape.

Then, you heard his voice in the corner of your ear, clicking his tongue in irritation. To your surprise, it was sweet ‘ol Epel, but judging from the tone of his voice, you knew instantly that this was not just some kind of gimmick he made up right on the blue. He was clearly dissatisfied with the way you are right now, with how you’re acting, something that you couldn’t understand yourself, what does he want from you? You can’t see him, but you can pretty much imagine the expression that he’s wearing on his face, something tells you how its not a very good one.

There’s a large chance he’ll actually go to the full BDSM route, tying you up in unimaginably lewd poses that would’ve otherwise destroy a normal human being’s dignity. Your legs unable to close with the leg-spreader tied underneath your thighs, sweat covering your whole entire body. But even if he gropes you roughly by your bare breast or play with your folds until your wet as you can be, you don’t let out anything but simple grunts and shallow breathing. It absolutely gets on Epel’s nerves for such reaction wasn’t enough to satisfy him at all, he starts to think if he should really step up his game. You were in discomfort, unsettled but he wanted to hear you cry and sob, to beg him to stop and release you...

He wanted to break that annoying façade of yours.

After a little bit of experimenting with your vulnerable body in a single night, there’s no way Epel could just let go of you just like that the next day. He’ll kept you locked away somewhere, a place where he can fully play with you without any interruptions from the outside. Whatever weak spots you have, he’s determined to find all of it, both inside and outside. He won’t let you have a moment of relief too until you beg him for it, act like the submissive whore that you are and he’ll finally let you cum after a long, long time. You don’t get to escape when he’s out at school either, he’ll force you to drink an aphrodisiac and leave you locked with nothing to relieve yourself off but your fiery body alone.

If you’ve been bad or if Epel is just in a bad mood, he’ll even tie your hands up to make sure you won’t even have that liberty to yourself. When he comes back, you’d be so desperate and learn your lesson to keep him happy at all times or else you wouldn’t be rewarded with the pleasure of his dick. Your friends wonder where you’ve gone, looking for you whenever they could but as long as Epel is included in that search party, they might as well be searching for physical traces of the wind. His top-tier acting has pretty much convinced anyone at this point, never suspecting where he hid you or even if he’s involved in your disappearance. When in truth, he regularly visits you to take care of your daily necessities like food, hygiene, and another dose of aphrodisiac injected into your system.

You could’ve just been more honest with yourself, maybe then he wouldn’t have to resort into such an extreme method. He just wanted to see you smile with light in your eyes, you know? It wasn’t that hard!

...Well, regardless if you’re actually capable of doing that isn’t his problem anymore. I mean, look at yourself now! All tied up with his marks all over your body, legs spread wide to position himself in as his cock pounds deep into your soaking pussy. It took a while but he finally got you expressing some kind of emotion, although the potions did help him turn you into a drooling bitch in heat instead...Hm, maybe he overdid it a little bit too much...But it’s a step! You’ll get used to it soon, he’ll make sure of it.

Your eyes would roll up at the back of your head every time he would thrust in harsher than usual, a shaky gasp accompanying each action. Epel can’t help but be amused by it, licking his lips at your lewd demeanor. It feels like the fruits of his hard work is finally paying off, you’re finally becoming the bitch that he wanted you to be, desperate for his every touch. With how obedient you’ve become, he could take you back to the outside if he so wanted it and show everyone how you are...But that’s not enough, he wouldn’t stop just yet.

Not until the pleasure finally breaks your mind.

Oop- too dark? Nah...YOU'RE FINE.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere #epel felmier #yandere epel felmier #Birthday Crumbs (Epel)

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years

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Your weapon

Word count: 2,087

Pairing: Zeldris x fem!goddess!reader x Meliodas

Warnings: threesome, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (both receiving), slight dubcon

A/N: I don´t know how it ended up like this, this whole thing is a mess

Purgatory was the last place one would think about when being on the quest to find love.

Well, you weren´t really on a quest, you just wanted to prove your mother wrong who told you you couldn´t be loved. You doubted you yourself could love.

But here you were, running away from ´home´ and escaping the tortures your mother did to you.

You weren´t a goddess anymore, your mother modified you into a monster.

Her intent was to produce the perfect weapon to obliterate the demon race, so naturally she used her own daughter to experiment on.

She used all sorts of magic to make your emotions disappear, she injected you with demon blood and did other horrible things to you so that you would satisfy her need for war, destruction and despair.

You experienced the first sign of happiness when you let yourself get caught by one of the princes of purgatory, Zeldris.

He had a proud smile on his face as he chained you up in the dungeon prison, he thought he caught the weapon, not the broken girl.

You couldn´t really blame him, instead you felt a wave of relief coming over you as you stood a midst the cold brick walls.

“Thank you” you tried to smile at him, if felt weird, you never smiled before but it felt like an instinct, if felt right to do when you were happy.

Zeldris frowned.

“If you try to pull anything, me and my family will kill you” he stated without any emotion.

“Thank you” you said again, leaving him confused and infuriated.

It was finally over, you were free, and should you fall into your mother´s hands again, they would end you.

Everything was going to be alright, you could rest assured.

Soon another prince was getting you out of the cell to bring you to the demon king, he wanted to be sure of your intent.

You knelt down in front of him and waited until he told you to speak.

“My mother sent me to exterminate your race, however that is not my intention. I want to thank you for saving me. I don´t wish to ever return to her, she´s a cruel woman” you told him, you didn´t know how you could speak so freely. Your mother would never let you, you were scared that she would hear you now somehow and scold you, but she didn´t come, everything was silent.

Peace.

It was the first time you experienced inner peace.

“I understand. You are allowed to walk freely” the demon king told you, making you bow your head in gratitude.

The castle was huge, but you didn´t realize you got lost, everything was so great and impressive.

You opened a door and hot steam hit your face, blinking a few times you realized you just stumbled into the bathroom where Meliodas was taking a bath.

He didn´t notice you at first, you stood silently in the doorway, not knowing what to do.

Should you just close the door and leave? But it was so nice and warm, you wondered how the water felt.

“Do you want to get in?” Meliodas asked you as he noticed you.

You nodded, slowly closing the door and entering the bathroom.

Fumbling with your clothing, you allowed yourself into the warm water. Usually you only splashed yourself with cold water to get clean, the thought of taking a bath to relax never once crossed your mind.

As you sunk into the water, a sigh of relief left your mouth as you closed your eyes, just enjoying the moment.

Meliodas´ eyes scanned your body, hunger blurring his thoughts. You were beautiful, he found it hard to control himself around you.

The demon inside of him told him to kill you at sight, but the bigger part of him told him to make you his.

“Thank you” you said, meeting his gaze and letting your arms rest beside you, you were on full display for him now.

Meliodas didn´t even try to cover up the fact that he was staring at your tits, he was so fixated on them that it was hard to hold back from touching them.

“For allowing me shelter...I don´t know if you realize this, but your family saved me” you explained after a little silence.

“And what do you have to offer as a sign of your gratitude?” he husked, his demonic aura taking over and darkening his eyes.

“I could become your solider and fight my clan with you” you stated, pledging your loyalty to the demon clan.

Meliodas smirked and put a wet strand of your hair behind your ear, the water droplets form his body fell down on yours and pearled down your flesh, he followed them intensely with his hungry eyes.

“Didn´t my father make it clear already that you fighting days are over? You´re gonna have to come up with a better way to show your gratitude” he purred, his eyes resting on your tits.

You thought about his words for a while in silence, the air around you was hot, the steam from the water rising up and making you dizzy.

“I have nothing to offer you… I only exist to fight, it´s the only thing I´ve ever known” you answered after a while, it frustrated you, suddenly you became hyper aware of yourself. You wanted to be your own person.

“I think you´re offering me quite a bit right now” he darkly smirked at you and you tilted your head in confusion.

“I...I don´t understand” you quietly admitted, furrowing your brows and helplessly looking at him.

His smirk widened, you were such an innocent one… he´d love to corrupt you.

Meliodas got awfully close to you and still wore that lustful smirk as he whispered in your ear how gorgeous your body was.

“You think so? I never put much thought into it… the only thing I needed this body for was to fight” you reckoned.

“You missed a lot of fun things you could do with it then. Do you want me to show you?” he husked into your ear to which you subconsciously nodded.

You had to admit you were quite curious.

Your breath hitched when Meliodas got even closer to you, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, wet strands of his hair fell in his face and droplets of water glistened on your skin.

A moan escaped your lips when his lips met the skin of your neck, it wasn´t soft.

No, Meliodas violently sucked on your neck, growling and leaving marks.

Though you didn´t mind, pain was a foreign concept to you and you felt something new with this… something exciting.

At the same time his hands found your boobs, squishing them rather roughly, enjoying the feel of hot skin.

His mouth wandered from your neck to your throat, then below to your collarbones and finally he had your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and gently nibbling on it. Meanwhile with his other hand he pinched your other nipple between two fingers and circled it between them.

The feeling was overwhelming and you couldn´t quite control your body as you let out a rather loud moan.

Meliodas´ demonic aura was evident as Zeldris entered the bathroom, having heard your moan even downstairs.

“What the hell are you doing, brother? You´re hurting her” he called out and glared at him, trying his hardest not to stare at your beautiful bare form in front of him.

“She can´t feel pain anymore, it doesn´t matter. Besides, she´s not complaining. Why don´t you join us?” his tone was bitter, but he could see how badly his little brother wanted to have you as well.

Zeldris hesitantly undressed and let himself sink into the warm water next to you.

His eyes gazed over your skin, taking in the bruises his brother left.

Hesitantly he came closer to softly kiss each and every one of them, pulling you closer to him, his arm resting around your waist.

He pulled away for an instance and locked eyes with you before locking lips.

His gaze was so full of emotion you couldn´t read but would understand eventually.

And his kiss… it made you feel things you never did before, it was like the rush of going into battle, but so much more intense. And so much more… safe.

When his tongue touched yours, you felt a rush going to your middle and held on tighter to him.

While Zeldris was making out with you, Meliodas came up behind you to leave more marks on your neck and to caress your ass.

You felt yourself subconsciously grinding against his length as you flung your arms around Zeldris neck to deepen your kiss.

Soon Zeldris scooped you up to sit you down on the brink of the bath, his hands resting on your legs, softly tracing them over your skin.

“I´m sorry for the way I treated you before, I´m gonna make up for it now” he gently said and looked up at you before spreading your legs.

Somehow his words left an anticipating feeling in your stomach and you watched in awe as he started licking up your entrance.

Zeldris was so concentrated, sucking on your clit gently and awakening new sensations in your body.

He had to hold your legs down because they started shaking so much.

But that didn´t stop him from continuing his work as he dove his tongue into your pussy, immediately pressing it against your g-spot.

You felt your hips buck against his face, craving more.

The friction already drove you crazy and you didn´t quite know how to react to all these new feelings and sensations, however your body reacted on its own and you couldn´t hold back your moans and mewls.

You never wanted this feeling to stop and it got even better once he added his fingers, moving them in and out of you at a rapid pace.

Meanwhile he came up again and kissed you passionately, you returning it in the same way.

“I-I want to please you too...” you breathed out after you separated for air.

Zeldris blushed deeply at your boldness but couldn´t deny you, so he now took your place and sat down on the brink of the bath.

“I´m also not done with you yet” Meliodas called out and made you bend over, placing a knee between your legs and spreading you open.

You felt a rush of excitement go through you as you felt his length press up against you, entering you in one swift move.

A cry of pleasure left your lips and you leaned down over Zeldris´ cock to circle your tongue around his tip.

He sucked in his breath at that and gripped your hair, whimpering as you continued and now put it in your mouth to suck on it.

Meliodas meanwhile slammed his hips into yours unapologetic roughly and that way you were forced to take Zeldris deeper into your mouth.

Saliva was dripping down his cock, coating it and he moaned loudly, your own moans only adding to his pleasure.

You could hear Meliodas´ low growls and grunts from behind you, the way he gripped your ass tightly and used you to his own pleasure was exciting beyond belief.

And then there was Zeldris who looked at you with such emotion in his eyes, something so pure and warm, it was like a flame that wouldn´t burn you. Something you never experienced before. The way he ignited said flame inside of you, in such a different way than his brother did.

Meliodas made you dizzy with pleasure but Zeldris made you fuzzy with feelings.

And as the realization hit you that what you were feeling could possibly be love, you let a wave of pleasure overcome you.

Meliodas still pushed in and out of you throughout your orgasm until he came inside of you, his cum leaking and dripping out of you while Zeldris came in your mouth, you tried to swallow it all, but it was too much and so some of it drizzled down your chin.

Meliodas pulled out of you and you also let go of Zeldris to catch a breath.

“You did well” Meliodas smirked and left you two alone.

Zeldris held your collapsed form and cradled your back while you gazed up at him with tired eyes.

He proceeded to wash your body gently, cleansing it and kissing your marks again.

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sardonicallys · 3 years

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𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 | 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Hyunjin + Jisung + Female!Reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: Street Racing AU, Love Triangle, Angst

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Illegal Activity (street racing, importing cars and modifications, actively avoiding authorities, ellicit drug use, underage drinking), Violence (car wrecks, physical altercations and battery), Cursing, Terminal Illness

𝗦𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: The beauty of weighing a whole more than the sum of its part is that everything always looks perfect from far away, but when the details finally manifest, the margin for error escalates exponentially. If thrill was a sport, Jisung would be the poster child; there isn't anything he wouldn't do to taste the acrid essence of adrenaline and his own blood. But not everyone admired his desire to take every block like a trip, especially not Hyunjin. It takes nothing short of a car wreck, a police raid, and a lot of coincidental magic to mend a bad impression — but it doesn't last.

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𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: Recently had a burst of inspiration from multiple facets (namely, God's Menu visuals, Initial D rewatches, and some wonderful authors here on Tumblr) to attempt a street racing AU for Hyunjin and Jisung. I'm super excited to get this series going!

Please message me if you’d like to be included in the taglist.

He's fifteen when he first gets a slice of what it really means to have full control.

What that even entails, he's not sure, as he's been a calculated implantation who was molded by the hands of others, carefully crafted to have strings inserted in the crevices of his joints, along the planes of his bones, and deep within the grooves and valleys within the chamber of his skull. There is nothing of him that belongs solely to himself, so when he tasted the power of petrol through direct injection, it made all the difference because it was all for him. It was all he ever wanted, and he was sure that the high he chased was all he ever needed.

"Just start it, it won't bite," Adam jeered, jamming his elbow into his friend's ribs before receiving an image of disgust, eyes satellite revolving behind his wired glasses.

"I don't have my license yet, you know that."

"...Oh yeah, late birthday. Right," sighing, he leaned a hip into his new — or as new as a used car could get — CP1 in defeat.

"Don't be a pussy Peter, you don't need a license just to start the damn car," this time, it was Ismail's mocking tone that filled his ears, "The police aren't gonna ride up just cause you started a car."

And he knew that. But something acrid developed in the back of his throat the moment his eyes caught glimpse of his own reflection in the window tint, there was an unspoken and ominous looming apprehension that settled in the acid of his stomach, and it didn't feel right. It especially didn't feel right when Adam snatched the back of his head with his palm, deftly shoving him into the driver's seat as Ismail threw the passenger door open, their delighted howls of amusement loading the perimeter of the tiny coupe. Having gripped the steering wheel for balance, Peter attempted to settle as a clairvoyant pitched click simmered from his hands. Flinching, he released the circumference as the two boys looked at one another, matching cheshire grins before directing them at their timid friend.

"...Did you lock the steering wheel?" Adam dropped the passenger seat as he climbed into the back, elbows slung on Peter and Ismail's chair shoulders, hands hung into the valley above the console while Ismail wound his seatbelt in.

"Was that the noise?"

"Hell yeah it was."

"...So?" Peter deadpanned, rolling his eyes as Adam reached over and buckled him into the driver seat.

"Really gotta start the car now so you can unlock it."

"What?"

"Yeah, you heard him, start the car," Ismail chided as Adam tossed the keys into Peter's lap, interested gazes boring holes into his forehead.

"You both are fucking with me, unlock the steering wheel on your own," sulking, he unclipped his belt while reaching for the door's handle. Ismail gripped the crook of his elbow before sighing, "Come on, Peter, it's not that deep just start the car."

"If it's not that deep, why do you guys want me to start the car so bad?"

The two had sheepishly muddled expressions, each different but radiating a similar emotion. Adam was the first to shrug, attempting to compose himself, "...You know, cause friends do everything together, and all that shit."

"It's fun, really, and once you get your license you're going to do it anyways so we thought it'd be fun to like...Teach you?"

"To be honest Peter, sometimes you're a fucking know-it-all and for once, we knew something you didn't so we wanted to rub it in a little. But we really do wanna get you to drive with us, you know," despite the insult, Adam looked the most sincere he had been, the purest expression of honesty Peter had ever seen. It almost made him shiver he was so repulsed, but, it also gave light to the trio's friendship that he hadn't necessarily understood before. Left to simmer in his thoughts, he reached into his lap without another word and shoved the key into the ignition before pulling and rotating his wrist forward, the engine purring to life.

"Happy?"

The volume of cacophony only increased as a final smile developed on Peter's mouth, all three satisfied. But what he had not noticed the moment the engine woke as he had been refraining from breathing, it somehow took the swelling and containment from his lungs, stole it away and replaced it with something addictive.

He's fifteen when he feels like he's losing everything.

There isn't anything in particular that Hyunjin wanted out of life, no desires outside of maybe getting a PlayStation 4 for his birthday and to pass math because he was tired of sitting in the hallway on his knees every week, hands hung in the air as punishment for having the lowest scores in his class — thankfully not in the school because he couldn't imagine what that punishment was like. In his heart, he knew he studied. Whatever he actually retained? That was a different story.

This was the beginning and end of it all, and he didn't think he was especially good or bad, whatever that implied. But the day he came home, the door to his parents' restaurant out front locked with a shoddy scrawled sign taped to the glass that read there was an emergency and they were closed for the next couple days, the house following their absence, he started to wonder that perhaps there was more to life than a PlayStation 4 and passing math. Despite being raised Catholic, baptized, and studying through Sunday school, he never really saw himself as religious. Most of the sermons felt more like mindless chants memorized through repetition than deliveries of profound messages but when his mother lie almost breathless, lips tainted blue as she clutched his hand as tightly as she could, whispering how much she loved him, Hyunjin suddenly wanted to believe in God.

"Don't tell anyone, especially not your mother," in his palm were the keys to the Tiburon in the garage, Hyunjin's father wrapping his hand around his son's, offering comfort through the touch but stern firmness that married with his words, "No one."

"...Okay."

"Be careful."

"Yes, dad."

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filthfichunter · 3 years

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A/B/O plus lots

There's a brief brief space of time between the Trials and when an Omega Witcher is fully sterile that omega Witchers can be bred. So, they get bred and knotted by every Alpha they can be. If they're lucky, they'll have a pup with a higher chance to survive the trials, or maybe even a full blooded Witcher pup.

Lucky for them, they're easy easy easy to trigger into heat and spend nearly the whole time in the throes of heat. Maybe up to two years, so two pups, if they're very very lucky

Alphas are always fertile, but only with their own "kind" which is omega Witchers but there's only that tiny gap to breed.

Ruts and heats still happen but they're not seeding fertile ground anymore.

Trial age is up to you, just wreck me some witcher boys. Breeding benches, Stuffed full, plugged up, fucked over and over and over. Screaming on massive cocks and knots and begging for more.

I tried to hit all the elements of the prompt Anon!! Plenty of A/B/O, breeding benches, and fucking 😉

You can find the full fic here on my AO3

Kaer Morhen's Puppy Mill

CW: Gangbang, Breeding, Overstimulation, Come Inflation, Boypussy, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Dubious Consent, Pregnancy Kink, Size Kink, Size Difference, Bondage, Hole/Pussy Spanking, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Knotting, Butt Plugs, Oral Sex, Frottage...like I fit the full kitchen sink in there. Marked as Underage, but no specific age is given. 🕊️💀 DeadDoveDoNotEat 💀🕊️

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Geralt came back to alertness when the knot locked behind the puffy lips of his tired cunt tried to pull free, still half full. His skinny thighs were shaking with the effort of holding himself up, even proped up as he was on the breeding bench. The Alpha just kept tugging free no matter how he whimpered around clentched teeth and asked for the other man to, "wait, please! Please!"

The knot pulled free with a sucking plop, the girthy cock slapping sloppily across pale pert cheeks, accompaning Geralt's keening wail.

There were similar noises from all around him as the few other Witcher initiates, young like him, omega like him, yet to face their first trials like him, were fucked and seeded.

None of them had taken a knot before, they'd been treated just the same as their Alpha and Beta fellow trainees until they had entered their breeding season.

Training and running and learning together, all things equal. He hadn't been concerned about things like kissing, or sex, or breeding.

That had changed when the Sorcerers came to prepare them for the season. Geralt and his fellow Omega's had been pulled from their regular lessons and made to sit through the most embarrassing workshops to get ready for their duty.

There were diagrams, playmating and the dissected reproductive system of what Geralt though must be a pig, but that Eskel had insisted was human.

It had taken almost a full fortnite for him to work up to wearing the medium sized plug. Eskel had been his heat week partner, both boys taking turns working through the stretches and calisthenics that were supposed to prepare them for their duty.

They'd shared sweet kisses as they frot against each other in their shared bunk, whispering about the Alaphs that had suddenly started trickling back in to Kaer Morhen early. Who they thought might sire a strong new brother for them. Who to avoid.

The potions they were injected with caused a fire to rise in their blood. They had to constantly help each other to alleviate the swelling. Horny pups, mouthing and licking, curled up together whenever they got the chance. Their bed sheets were starched stiff with their watery spend within the first few days.

The Sorcerers had staged a dress rehearsal for their breeding after they finished their special class. Calling it a dress rehearsal was generous since they'd all been naked for it. One by one with each Omega getting a turn they had been strapped bare onto a bench to get the fitting of their bindings correct, Eskel had held his hand the entire time. He hadn't pinched his butt, or rudely stuck a finger in him like some of the others had.

He could see across to where his brother Eskel was dwarfed by the largest man he'd ever seen, a Bear Witcher, visiting the keep for the two week peak each season that omega Witcherlings (that still might be able to fall pregnant) were benched, and fucked by any Witcher able to spare the time to properly bitch them.

The bear's knot must be absolutely huge, Geralt hoped if both he and Eskel did quicken with pups that they wouldn't have to carry such a large man's cub.

It would be a big cub as hairy as it's sire, more beast than man in size and bulk.

The potions they would take later in their training would render their wombs too toxic for a full breed Witcher pup to survive, for much of anything of humankind like themselves to survive gestation.

Other things would grow within his womb, but after his trials those things would only be the stuff of nightmares, a distant duty he wasn't prepared to think about yet.

He only had this small chance to fall pregnant with his own kind. To see them grow up alongside the other fosters and orphans of Kaer Morhen.

All be it with a better chance of survival.

Omega Witcherlings were rare, successful breedings of their young little wombs was rarer still, but the dwindling numbers in their ranks meant that the Brotherhood of Sorcerers needed to swell their pool of potential Witcher candidates any way they could.

Successful Witcher/Witcher full bred pups were, baring a physical injury, almost completely likely to survive their trials and transition into becoming a Witcher. Fewer changes were required of their bodies, immunity to the toxicity of the pure mutagens gifted to them by their Witcher bitch and sires.

He still had a full day and night left to get pupped with a new litter for his first cycle, and knew that even as full and tired and aching as his pussy and little omega cocklet were, there were still at least a dozen more knots in his immediate future.

Including the large bear Witcher.

Geralt hiccuped and tried to clench his tired muscles down, but both his holes quivered and stayed open.

His pussy was over full with the loads he had already taken.

His little ass didn't escape attention, fucked full with a regular deposit of nututrient rich magical slurries, pumped and plugged by those assisting in the breeding. Mostly that consisted of Omegas too far along in their training with wombs too poisonous to carry, or Betas curious or mean, intent on injecting themselves into helping out.

Every Alpha would have their turn to try. Their mutagen Alpha seed only able to catch in another Witcher, totally sterile in any other womb. The price they paid for their augmented mutant abilities.

He didn't like the potions.

They smelled earthy and dank, and no two large syringes of the stuff ever looked the same to him. His guts would cramp for an entire hour after each dose. But the mixture was a reliable way to hydrate the omegas, keep their bodies in a state of fertile heat, and it solved the problem of trying to feed their passed out bodies. They would stay bound to the breeding apparatus in the great hall untill they were pregnant, or the cycle ended.

The room felt like it was spinning, but the sudden clank and jolt was just the special hinge on the bench engaging, tilting the platform he was on forward and down. All he could see now was the floor immediately infront of him, and what little he could glimpse from his peripheral vision, bound tight as he was.

Mostly it was flashes of movement he caught, muscular buttocks flexing and thrusting against wailing writhing omegas, tender bellies being pet and coaxed to hold a little more. There were a few other omegas in the 'resting' position like him too, their little pussies and cocklets pulsing and quivering in the open air, Witcher seed drawn down into their heat ready fertile wombs.

Blood started rushing to his head as his weight was shifted against the straps holding him. Head shoulders and torso flipped forward nearly upside down. His hips and more importantly his womb would stay elevated to ensure the newest deposit of seed could have it's best chance of quickening in the depths of his womb. Gravity helping things along.

It was the only break he would get between knots. Once he was assessed by his current stud and his platform tilted back into the 'free use' position he would be back in service.

"Please, can I have a drink, please, just a small sip?” the boy whispered, voice breathy mouth dry after having spent the morning crying and moaning. The Witcher behind him, he didn't even know who had just come in him, fucked and knotted him, only seemed half interested in what he had to say.

"I-I just need water?" Geralt sounded scared and timid to his own ears, and he knew with their superior hearing that every Witcher in the room heard his childish pleading.

The hydrating suppository in his ass was no replacement for a cool sip of water on parched lips.

The last time he had made the request an older Omega had mounted his face, their cock had been like his own, small, only a mouthful, but it hasn't been what he needed. He had ended up with a cummy salty mouth and not the crisp refreshment he wanted.

He was ignored. The Alpha already surveying the other available omegas for his next fuck.

Geralt's red-rimmed puffy hole opened up a little bit, a small gurggling glug of white seed oozing out.

"Tighten up that loose hole, slut!” the man said spanking one of Geralt's quivering thighs with a sharp hit, eliciting a cry.

"Yes sir!" Geralt was mortified at his own squeak, but the sudden scare and flare of pain helped him tighten back up again, his head flopping back down against the platform, cheeks blotchy from the rebuke and the inversion.

Another quick series of spanks across his butt, caused him to tense up even more, his pert ass jiggling as each blow landed, pinking up his skin.

Geralt nodded quickly again, or at least tried to. “P-Please, I'll be good” he sniffled, knowing the faster there was another load in him, the faster this would be over. It’s not like he didn’t like being bred. But sometimes the men who fucked him were rough and Geralt so desperately wanted to be good. Well to be good, and to have something other than a cock in his mouth.

“Please Alpha, I feel so full...”

“Not nearly full enough little bitch,” a new voice growled, leaning down over him. He knew they could see everything with how he was bound, even his little belly, it's soft swelling a visual testament to how many loads had already been fucked into his pliant small body.

The new Alpha extended one finger, scooping up the wasted drop of cum that had slipped out of the little omega earlier and brought it back up to rub over the quivering muscle of his rim. Geralt yelled, pulling against his restraints with real desperation, “No! No, no, no! I can’t hold it in, please no!"

He thought the man would listen to him, would stop playing with his pussy, he was wrong. The rubbing became more insistent against the flushed oversensitive fluttering muscle.

Geralt wailed again, his lithe sweat slicked body wrecked with shivers, overstimulated, his little cocklet stiffening up against his will as he desperately tried to keep all of the virile seed inside.

He didn't want to be punished for losing any, not again.

Three broad fingers were plunged into his mouth, stretching his lips at the corners, stealing the moisture that was left, chaffing his tongue.

Three broad spit slick fingers thwapped down in quick heavy succession, three, four, then five times on Geralt's quivering hole.

The omega cried.

The Alpha Witcher smirked down at where fat tears were running down the pup's face.

"Don't you want to have your soft little belly full? Don't you want to be good for us, behave and you'll have a new little brother to play with."

"Yes, Alpha, please."

The boy's face was cherry red, all the blood having rushed to his head, out of sorts and overwhelmed from the heavy spanks to such a sensitive spot. The tears running down the pup’s face, were soaking his hairline, snot and tears and drool matting it, the poor little thing, but his little omega cocklet was still hard and he still wasn't trying to wriggle in his bondage.

"Such a sluty messy little puppy."

The Witcher considered playing with the boy there, tugging on his little cocklet and squeezing his balls until the boy begged for him to stop, or he got him to climax.

But that wasn't what this breeding was for.

Geralt hid his teary face down onto the platform as he felt it being tilted back and locked into position. He spread his knobby knees wider, light headed after having been upside down, ready to get filled again.

Wishing his rest had been longer between knots.

Still thirsty.

Across the way he could saw where Eskel was still knotted with the big Bear Witcher. From where he was Geralt could see where the other Witcher was punch fucking the full width of his still full knot into and out of Eskel's ruined pussy, all the packed up come being churned out of his belly, puddling on the floor beneath the bench.

Strong hands massaged his slick thighs evidence that Geralt hadn't been lucky earlier either in keeping all of the Witcher seed inside. "When I'm done, I'll fit you with a nice long plug pup, we'll make sure you don't spill a drop, does that sound good?"

The boy gave a wordless shrug of acceptance, what he wanted didn't really matter, but at least a plug would make keeping it all in easier for him.

Everything around him was heat and friction and fullness. He could hear the other omega's begging and moaning around him as his latest stud hilted deep into his over full pussy.

Was that Eskel moaning in pleasure?

This cock was maybe larger than the last, long enough that it was pummeling the walls of his insides. Occasionally it would hit his pleasure button inside and that was almost worse than the stretch of a knot pulled out too soon.

After a grueling series of rabbit fast thrusts, Geralt let out another yelp and tried to clentch down, tried to be tighter, to make the man come quicker so he could have a rest.

"Such a slut, that's right fuck your little cunt back onto my dick you greedy little thing."

Geral was rewarded eventually with a knot, and soft petting from the Witcher. Large hands moved down to cup his swollen abdomen, the skin heating up more, distending more from the newest load.

"Do you want to come bitchling? Should I rub your little cocklet for you?"

The omega shook his head, fingers clentching into fists where they were bound. "It hurts, I just want to rest, Alpha, Please, Alpha."

"You can rest once you catch. Do you think you are nice and pupped this time?'

"Yes Alpha"

"Good cub, the sorcerers will check you in an exam tonight, stretch your little pussy out with their magical tools and speculums and look up inside that cum dump of yours to see if you've been good."

The Witcher pushed down against the sloshing give of Geralt's belly, slipping a hand underneath where he rested against the bench to tweak a soft pink nipple.

"If you haven't caught, we'll just do this again and again, we'll keep you bound and stuffed here for the season, can't let your little womb lay fallow and empty pup!"

Geralt shook his head snuffling back new tears.

He could feel it all throughout his body when the large Witcher hummed, pleased, thrusting and tugging at Geralt's rim with his knot.

"Good bitch.”

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Thanks for reading! And thanks for the prompt!

#dead dove do not eat #witcher prompts #cw fh writing #a/b/o dynamics #avengers a/b/o #kink bingo #cw witcher training

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hhawkeye · 3 years

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would love to hear more abt your trans hawkeye thots if you’re in the mood to share...

OH BOY AM I im always in the mood to share trans hawkeye thoughts lmao ok SO. so.

he was born in like the 20s? in smalltown maine and his dad is The town doctor so. it would probably have been easy(ish) for daniel to change hawkeyes records?

testosterone injections were first used in the 30s in europe and i mean. it probably involves a little hand waving but i dont think its completely out of the bounds of possibility to be like. well hawkeye got it. like he stays up to date on medicine! his dad’s a doctor! a doctor who probably, when hawkeye came out, started to gain a vested interest in this and was keeping an eye out specifically for anything that would help his kid! in the same vein, the first known top surgery was performed around the same time (again in europe) and again while handwaving is needed i dont think it would be that far fetched for hawkeye to know someone who knows someone who was willing to do him a favour, esp if he himself is a doctor by this point?

(medical info mainly from this dude’s life: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Dillon who was one of if not the first trans man to go through all this medical stuff, i haven’t read too much about him yet but i do want to read his book)

ANYWAY. so anyway this being established, that he was able to get his legal records changed and could have been on testosterone and had top surgery and possibly bottom surgery (although that interferes with my evil fucked up au so in my world he does not get bottom surgery. hawkeye pussy indulgence) hes like living his best life yknow whatever THENNNNN he gets drafted :( and its like. im pretty sure you have to have a physical before ur allowed in the army but they Needed doctors and i mean, fucking look at hawkeye he’s basically pre-serum steve rogers theres no way he’d pass a physical even if he was cis so i think they were just like youre in :) and he has this like. extremely horrible realisation that he could so easily get out of this if he just Told them he was trans. but also it would ruin his life completely. so he’s stuck between ruining his life by going to korea or ruining his life by not being A Man anymore. haha. fun

anyway he ends up in korea and i think everything there is the same except he doesnt shower with other people i guess. and ok Canonically he is “very thorough” when he sleeps w nurses so i can def see that as like, yknow, he gives the women what they want and maybe he has a strap on i guess but maybe not. who knows.

ANYWAY. ALL THAT BEING SAID here are some fun trans hawkeye things :)

hawkeye has been his nickname even before he came out, and that has always been his Name. one time when hes still figuring shit out he asks his dad what he’d have been called if he was Born A Boy and his dad says benjamin franklin as a joke and hawkeyes like. well alright then. and then later when he comes out and his dad says he’ll change his paperwork etc hawkeyes like ok my names benjamin franklin now :) and daniels like. what the fuck is wrong with you.

his mom died before he came out :( sad. he has a lot of weird complicated dead parent feelings about it but daniel assures him she would have accepted him and been proud of him no matter what

sometimes when he and margaret have arguments about 1. misogyny and 2. being who everyone expects you to be, not being able to be anyone except your authentically true self, etc, hawkeye desperately wants to Tell Her but he knows he cant because hello. but i think eventually he does tell her? and also she is a little 😨 about it, not because she doesnt accept him (though i think it would take a while bc hello. the fifties) but because she Understands in a way that she absolutely does not want to examine

oh he cant get testosterone in korea and thats a whole ass thing. evil hormones </3

evil fucked up au takes place in the trans hawkeye cinematic universe and it is bad but also very good

ummmmmmm what else. idk. i think a lot of the uh less great moments of misogyny and skirt chasing etc are genuine but i also think he plays them up a little just because well. it keeps people from asking too many questions yknow.

i think possibly post war he keeps up with the latest in trans medicine and does develop a reputation for being the doctor you go to who either can provide you with the meds you need or knows someone who will do so but i think he would be extremely careful about it since obviously he has more to risk by doing that than cis doctors would? but also he Gets It and will do what he can to help people (UNRELATED but i def think he provides Illegal abortions for ppl like. come on. he has to right.)

#IM SURE I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS BUT ITS 5AM SO IDK

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Irritated 9

Short but hey at least I'm writing again.

WARNINGS: 18+ AU, Dark Adult themes, proceed with caution.

"Moving onto the most crucial point of this meeting. Due to the heavy rumors of the reappearance of the league of villains and high end nomus I need the two of you to be in..." But the rest of the conversation is drowned out by the rushing blood in the ash blonde's ears.

Teetering on the back two legs of his chair as his eyes burn holes into that damn emerald mop head who is ever present in his life.

The same dumb ass who asks questions about this meeting.

But he isn't asking the right ones.

Hell everyone seems to be avoiding the elephant in the room as they carry on normal conversation all the while the hot head grows even hotter.

The swirling rage demanding his undivided attention while his ribs echo his heart beat.

Finally he snaps, slamming down the two front legs of his chair, palms hissing as explosions ring out stunning the other two in the room.

The wood at his seat is forever charred, while yours was always neat, easy to forget as they seem to have now.

Hell even Izuku was sitting in your normal seat.

"Oi, how much longer are you two gonna act like nothing is fucking wrong?" He growls, Izuku looks away with flamed cheeks proving Bakugou's theory right.

Izuku was worried too, he was just too scared to ask.

"I don't follow."

"You lying fucker. You *do* follow. When was the last you heard form Y/N?!" He slams his phone on the table when no one answers, "Since she quit right?"

"So that makes it a whole fucking month. No one has seen her, no one has heard from her and her insta is dead." He shoves the phone in their faces. The last picture you posted was of Bakugou and Deku standing next to All Might's cut out.

"She could be on vacation." Yami counters to which Bakugou snorts.

"And she wouldn't want any dumbass pictures of the beach with an even shittier caption?" He hisses, "No paparazzi has seen her?"

"I'm sure she's been spotted."

"Where? All the tabloids question her where abouts."

"Staycation. No one knows where she lives. She was always good at that." Yami counters, nervously sipping at his coffee causing the blonde to grind his teeth.

"How is she eating if I still have her fucking card?" He slams the plastic on the table that clatters with it's own dramatic flare.

Director Yami gulps desperate for an excuse as Deku's eyes widen.

"New card." Yami shrugs making his way back to the bulletin points behind him.

"Its still active." The room is enveloped in that sweet burning sugary smell as his temper rises. He is no longer playing Mr. Nice guy.

"Activate her tracker." Its a threat and a promise all in one. Do as I say or become fuel for my explosions is everything his eyes say.

"S...she threw her bracelet at me when she resigned." Yami tries to sound direct as Izuku subconsciously fingers the metal on his own wrist.

"Yea but I doubt she did that with the one that's implanted. Pull it up Yami."

The director is stunned into silence before a burning blush creeps onto his face.

"I..." He clears his throat no longer able to hold eye contact with either party, "I don't think it will work."

"What?!" A snarl and a shocked retort echo in the room.

"What do you mean?" Another set of polar opposite tones ring out in the small stuffy place of the meeting room. Yami fishes for his phone in his pocket, pulling up the neglected app swallowing thickly as he is proved right.

The map shows no red dots. Only the hundreds of blue caused by the bracelets. He pushes the phone to the center of the table, the proximity is close enough to reactivate the trackers in the two men. Slowly two red dots flicker to life beside blue.

The third never makes an appearance.

"Why isn't hers showing?" Izuku asks, a glare beginning to weigh heavy in his jade eyes.

"If it's not checked monthly then it deactivates on it's own." He pinches the bridge of his nose, "In my defense I had seen the three of you everyday for the last few months. You guys are a PR nightmare!"

Bakugou's glare narrows in on the ignorant man who was in charge of the safety of hundreds of heroes.

He was going to be pay for his ignorance.

Izuku watches the hot head's toned arm lift, palm spread wide, realizing just in time Bakugou's intentions. He lunges for his old friend, knocking him off balance as the two of them fight. The two men struggling for dominance before the blonde comes out on top.

Literally, pinning the emerald haired man, as he raises a fist, sure to make contact with his stupid, freckled face.

He always hated this face, but you, you didn't seem to mind it.

And yet, in a sense, Deku had let you down too.

But no one let you down as much as Bakugou had. Or so he thinks, he keeps telling himself something isn't right, that he should have followed you.

Maybe even apologized.

"And fuck you too Useless Deku! Too much of a pussy to ask about your fucking friends!" He brings his fist down, aided by the power of his quirk.

Deku shuts his eyes and hope he doesn't lose too many teeth.

The punch makes contact but not with Izuku's face. Instead Bakugou's forearm is half swallowed by carpet, concrete and steel biting into his flesh. He ignores it with a growl. He rises with a growl, scarlet eyes set in determination as he blasts the door from its hinges.

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The smell of damp Earth and harsh chemicals assault your nostrils as your vision rapidly fades in and out.

As if it watching an old film, images flickering by just fast enough to give it the effect of motion.

But this felt like a horror film.

And one you are staring in. Your breath comes rapid and hitched as you try to fight the silent fingers that slowly caress against your brain. Each nail numbing a part of your thought process as motion catches your eye from beneath a side door to your right.

The door open illuminating the shadow as a hiss of your bracelets pierce into your skin, injecting you with something that pulls you under faster than the figure can appear before you.

"I think I need to lower the dosage doll. I want those pretty eyes to see their new home I've built." His voice echos in the darkness before all thought is lost to you.

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In Bakugou's moment of rage a thought occured to him. One that has floated through his mind for longer than he can remember.

If he wanted something to be done right then he ought to just do it his damnself.

His strong legs carry him down the stairs and winding halls to the records room. Like clockwork the attendant had left for his smoke break at exactly six o clock.

Something Bakugou had noticed years ago and filed away as possibly important.

Just in case he needed to borrow a file without having to check it out.

And he definitely doesn't anyone to know that he may or may not be looking for you.

Because they were more than likely going to try to stop him.

The hot head knew he had a least fifteen minutes, especially since the evening receptionist smoked at this time as the quiet record keeper. The basement dwelling attendant hoping to mac on the handsome receptionist in that short time.

Bakugou was thankful for the stupidity of others for once as he slipped into the records room with the spare key that was tapped beneath the desk.

The room is vast, reeking of mildew and damage paper mixed in with stained ink. He never understood why cases and records were filed manually instead of digitally but today he was grateful for the current CEO's laziness and the former CEO's aversion to both change and technology.

Older records are kept on steel shelves stacked in brown boxes that had to date back to the seventies or eighties while the more recent files were tucked away in half rusted filing cabinets, lining the musty brick walls.

There was no method to the company's madness, the records seemed to be filed haphazardly and more or less half assed over the years by someone whose dreams of being a hero hadn't fully flickered out.

But clearly they had settled for protecting rotting paper in favor of the public.

Bakugou growls as his eyes drag along each paper plaquer none in the exact order he needs. Some even slid into the metal casing upside down.

At least that's how he finds the one labeled "new hires 20XX". His cheeks hurt from his devilish grin before he yanks one of the doors open.

Again organization is thrown to the wind as files sit out of alphabetical order.

Chaotically mingling with one another having Bakugou grind his teeth.

Finally he finds your file, tattered and coffee stained as if someone revisited it quite often. He opens the Manila folder, more than ready to commit your address and whatever other information he could gain from the thick folder before an idea strikes him.

Would anyone even notice a missing file in this mess?

Hell it had taken him almost ten minutes to find and it wasn't as if the director was concerned with your well being.

His eyes narrow at your address, wondering why you chose to live in such a run down part of town before he slips the folder into the front of his pants swiftly covering it with his shirt.

He returns to the front of the record room, quietly shutting the cage door before he takes his gloved hand to the tape.

The door to the left stairwell clangs open. Two male voices echoing in the hall.

"I...I mean that's if...if you want to meet for drinks when you g..get off."

Bakugou rolls his eyes, deft fingers adhering the key back to its home just before the other make answers.

Delight in his voice that twists Bakugou's stomach in whole, green jealousy.

"I'd love to see you later. Until then." What could be a peck on the cheek follows as Bakugou slips into the opposite stairwell.

Wondering why the hell it seemed blossoming relationships came so easily to everyone around him.

His ribs throb as a reminder that that was something he would never have the privilege to experience as your voice echos in his head.

"We were never friends."

The mineola folder suddenly feels too hot against his skin, burning even. For a second he wonders why he is even doing this.

Why he's bothering himself with finding someone that clearly doesn't care for his company. He thinks to himself that he will just place the folder in his desk, that he'll abandon the notion of being a sleuth and return to his hot headed no fucks given ways.

But you whisper in his head once more with a weak, sleepy tone.

"Please stay, Katsuki."

Strengthening his resolve to find you once more.

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mrslangdon666 · 3 years

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“Other Uses for the Nun” Fire & Rein Michael x reader smut.

Warnings: Human sacrificial murder (breif), virgin nun corruption, breeding kink, pure filth.

Summary: When it’s time for Black Mass, Michael decided to spare you, a virgin nun for his own use.

YOUR POV

All you saw was blackness from the blindfold that was wrapped around my head. You had been kidnapped from the monastery by strangers, and were now kneeling on the hard floor beneath me. You felt footsteps approach and someone say

“They’re all yours my lord.” All his? What did that even mean? Surely the sisters would come looking for you since you were missing from the monastery. You say a prayer in your head before hearing the man next to me let out a choking noise as you feel something wet and warm deep into the floor touching my knees. My God! They killed him, and now they were going to kill you too. Except they didn’t.

“My lord? Aren’t you going to sacrifice the girl?”

“No. She comes with me. I have other uses for her. Put her in the car.” The man spoke authoritatively. Uses for me? Lord preserve me...that didn’t sound good. Someone threw you over their shoulder before you could register what was happening and you let out a sharp yelp.

“L-let me go! Help! Hel—“ Before you could continue screaming you feel a needle being injected into your neck, and then you were out.

*Time Skip*

You awoke after God knows how long to find yourself no longer blindfolded, but strapped down to a chair...naked.

“Ah good, you’re awake.” A man with the same voice as earlier spoke. He was...handsome you had to admit. Strawberry blonde hair, striking electric blue eyes, plump lips...what are you thinking. The man smirked as if he could read your thoughts and began speaking.

“You shall be ever grateful to me, accept me as your new lord and savior. I spared your pathetic nun life.” He said cockily.

“T-the only Lord I serve is Jesus Christ himself.” You said so quietly you weren’t sure he had heard you. But alas, he did.

*SLAP*

His hand came down on your cheek before you could even register what was happening. He grabbed your chin with his hand forcefully and spat in your mouth.

“What did I just say? I am your lord and savior now. I’m going to breed that virgin cunt of yours so that you become swollen and heavy with my offspring. Do you understand me? I’m going to ruin you, whore.” After he said that you started sobbing.

“There there. It’s not so bad! You’re one of the lucky ones. Now, spread your legs. Don’t make me repeat myself or you’ll be sorry.” He said with fake kindness. You hesitantly spread your legs and he pried them open forcefully with his large hands. He looked down at your glistening core and smirked.

“Virgins always get wet so easily, especially virgin nuns. Soon, you’re going to be worshipping my cock after your realize what you’ve been missing out on your whole pathetic life.” He took two of his long fingers and without warning shoved them inside of you, hitting your cervix painfully. He twisted them and curled them precisely, making you scream out in pain yes, but now a cloud of pleasure was beinning to wash over you.

“If you make any noises at all other than thanking me, I’m going to shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to talk for a week.” He said angrily as he continued fucking you with his apparently skilled fingers. He pulled them out and showed you the thick spots of blood that now covered his fingers, before licking them with his long tongue. He began to unbuckle his expensive looking pants as he pulled them and his boxers down, revealing a very large, hard, and veiny cock.

“Time to have a revelation, whore.” He said before plunging his cock into your virgin hole. You screamed and in response he shoved two of his fingers down your throat, making you gag.

“That’s right, take my giant cock. I’m going to fill your little pussy with my hot cum. I’m going to make you a mother to the antichrists offspring. Breed you like an animal in heat.” He said. Antichrist? You thought. Your eyes opened with shock and he simply laughed evilly at you. His pumps sped up, and as much as you tried not to you felt a warm wave of pleasure rush over you and your cunt clenched around his cock. It must have triggered his orgasm as well because he grunted before spilling his hot seed inside you, coating your quivering walls. He stayed inside you for a minute before pulling out his now half soft cock.

“Who’s your god now?” He questioned, giving you a dangerous look.

“Y-you are m-my lord.” You said as you looked down shamefully. He patted your cheek as you laid there in defeat. He untied your bondages and slapped your sensitive cunt, smirking at your recoil.

“Rest now, my little whore.” He spoke softly before leaving you in the now dark room, all alone. You were going to be mother to the offspring of the antichrist in nine months...

This was for you @kitty4860 Hope you enjoyed! 🖤

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 97

Jared's POV

‘Today's outing was fun,’ I think as I watch my extended family enter into the rental. The kids enjoyed the boat ride and seeing my oldest son get excited when he spotted the manta ray made my heart soar.

The kids were all excited even after we disembarked from the boat, wanting to try and see everything. Even while we were eating, their eyes were taking as much in as they could.

It didn't take much persuasion to get them changed and bedded down so when Drea suggested we test out the hot tub, who was I to refuse? But there was only one problem.

"Pregnant women are advised not to get in one," I tell her but she just smiles that gorgeous smile of hers.

"So," she shrugs. "I won't submerge my whole body. Just me feet…..doesn't stop you all from enjoying it."

I swear the woman has an answer for everything! My heart swells at knowing the mother of my third child is so smart, so knowledgeable and can resolve any problems.

I watch as Gen strips from her clothes and walks across the room in her birthday suit and I have to admit, my wife is sexy as hell! She is exactly who I dreamed of when I thought of who I would marry and spend my life with.

She has given me two handsome sons and I couldn't be more grateful. After Shep was born though and she developed the bleeding disorder, I know she was scared I would leave her, that she was inferior as a woman because part of her was missing.

But that was the furthest thing from the truth. She is the love of my life and I don't think any less of her. We had two sons, who said we needed more?

But of course, after Danneel gave birth to her and Jay's daughter and then Drea gave birth to Jackson, that baby fever bug bit into Genevieve.

Many nights I comforted her cries as she sobbed for another chance, another shot at being a mother.

When Gen had first brought up the idea of asking Drea to be a surrogate for us, I was against it. Yes, we'd have another child but she wouldn't be the one carrying it and nurturing it as he or she grew.

But my wife assured me she didn't have a problem of missing out on those aspects. "Padaleckis are big babies and I really am not going to miss pushing another out of my vagina." She told me.

So we decided to broach the subject with Drea and Jensen. Of course at first he was totally abhorred at the idea until once again, my beautiful wife explained the more clinical side of the procedures of in vitro fertilization.

At that original meeting, none of us were wise to the fact that the injections would fail and now here we are almost a year later, with Drea impregnated by me and the four of us are what is considered swingers.

My, how life can throw curve balls out of nowhere. But I wouldn't change a single thing. I have my gorgeous wife, my best friend and his...well, she might as well be his wife if he'd just man up and ask her, are all in a committed, sexual relationship.

"You ready?" Gen breaks into my train of thought. She dons the same yellow string bikini from a few days ago; the one that makes my dick twitch at the sight. A towel lays over her arm as she opens the bedroom door and sashays out.

"Down boy," I chastise my responsive cock as I watch her hips swing. "Later, we'll pound that pussy good."

The situation in my trunks isn't helped any when we get outside and Drea is sitting there, kicking her feet through the water while talking to Jay.

Have her boobs grown overnight? They look to be almost overflowing the cups of her swimsuit. And that bump! Her one-piece fits snug against it, making evident that she is pregnant. She is carrying my child.

Gen and I both slip into the jacuzzi opposite her and Jay.

"Oh my god." I say as the jets begin drumming against my muscles. "Wow, this is amazing. We need to look into getting one."

Silence follows as we all enjoy the reverberations against our tired and sore bodies.

I lift my head and smirk at Jensen. "So 'cheeseburger'?"

I can tell by his smirk in response that he knows exactly what I'm referring to.

“Like I don’t know where ‘salad’ came from? Yea, that’s right. I know what your safe word is too. Got some Sammy Winchester vibes going on in the bedroom huh?”

“So do you Dean. I can’t believe you picked cheeseburger as a safe word,” Jared shakes his head at the absurdity of the subject.

We all take a moment to laugh and then I remember something I'd been meaning to bring up to my co-star since we filmed the final episode.

“Speaking of the Winchesters, I've been thinking. How are they going to explain that Dean actually killed Death? Death is death, you know." I slide away from Gen and closer to Jay.

We discuss the show for a while when something catches my attention. I look from my friend across the water to see the girls caught up in a sensual kiss.

“Holy shit. Looks like we’re going to get a show.” I say, smacking my hand on Jay's chest.

But before it goes any further, Gen pulls away and turns to stare at me. There is an agitation in her glare.

She turns back to Drea and speaks, “Sorry Drea. Just not in the mood tonight. I’m tired.”

I watch in shock as she climbs out of the water, wraps a towel around her and walks into the bungalow.

“What the fuck was that about? Man, what did you do?” Jay asks, looking at me. “If looks could kill….”

“Nothing that I know of,” I shrug but then it dawns on me. “Shit, what date is it?”

Drea tells me and I nod. “I think it would be almost time for Aunt Flo. She always gets bitchy around then.”

“I’ll go talk to her. Woman to woman," Drea says as she stands up and follows her inside.

"Dude, if I didn't know better, I'd think Gen despised you. Man, the fire in her eyes," Jay says as he shakes his head and chuckles. "I'm just glad I wasn't on the receiving end of that."

"Yea. Since she had Shep and all that happened, her periods are harder on her. Just give her some space for a little while is what I've learned."

"Are we seriously sitting here talking about menstrual cycles?" Jay laughs out. "Want a beer?"

"Sure."

Gen is sitting up in bed when I walk into the room. She's changed into her pjs but still looking sexy and beautiful.

Her dark hair is loose around her shoulders and is just a picture of perfection in my eyes.

I, as well as the monster in my shorts, am really hoping she doesn't refuse me like she did Drea.

"Hey baby," I say as I pull my swim trunks off, my hard cock slapping against my belly. I've always slept in the nude so I climb into bed and go to cuddle against her.

Gen moves and slips out of bed before I can get a good grip on her lithe body.

Ok, surprising but maybe she's cramping. But when she turns toward me I can tell something is bothering her.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you just go kick Jensen out of bed and fuck Drea? She's who you want!"

"What?!" I am dazed. Where is this coming from? "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb Jared Tristan!" She yells. "I'm not stupid. You want Drea! You've always wanted Drea. Man, I should've seen it. You were so willing to fuck a kid into her. Maybe I am the idiot. I played right into it.

"Oh I bet you just loved that threesome we had. You had her and me there willing to let you fuck us both."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I yelled, pissed that she was not only belittling herself but making what we were doing into some torrid affair. "YOU WANTED DREA TOO ! I take a breathe and lower my voice, although I'm still radiating with anger. “If anyone should be upset, it’s me! You fucking Drea isn’t a means to an end! No, that is just for your pleasure!

"You wanted another baby and you were the one to choose Drea, not me. When we started this, it was the only way to get her pregnant Nothing else was working so I fucked a baby into her, FOR YOU!

“Sex with Drea was just to give you what you wanted, what you desired. IT had to happen to get a baby. But you and her fucking didn’t have to happen. Rubbing your pussies together isn’t going to put a baby in her. Not that was for your gratification.This-" I point to my now flaccid dick. "-was needed. "

She opens her mouth to respond but there is a knock on the door. Gen moves to open the door and I jump into the ensuite to pull on a pair of shorts. Sure Drea has seen me naked and I'm positive Jensen has but right now didn't call for that.

Zipping them up over my now completely flaccid member, I can hear Jay's voice. "It is her business, he said. "You guys are fighting and her name was brought up so I think it the fuck is her-our- business.

"Now what the hell is going on?" The tone of his voice tells me there is no getting out of this. What was once an argument between two people now involves four.

I walk back into the room and step up behind Gen.

"Let's take it outside so we don't wake the kids."

I follow as Drea, Jensen then Gen head toward the back patio. I can't help but stare at the back of Gen's head, trying to figure out how in the world I'd want Drea over her.

As soon as everyone is settled around the table, Jay runs his hands through his hair.

"So this isn't going to work. I thought we were all in agreement; no one would feel betrayed or left out. What happened?"

All eyes turn toward me and I shrug. I glance Gen's way and she is sitting there silently scowling at the whole situation.

"We each said that feelings wouldn't get hurt and no one would feel betrayed and left out when we starting fucking each other separately. So, I don't understand what happened. Can someone please explain it?" Drea pleads.

That's all it takes for Gen to explode. She is practically vibrating as she sneers. "What happened?! Like you don't fucking know!"

Drea looks taken aback and hurt by Gen's accusation. "What are you talking about?" I ask, honestly confused. "What did I do?"

But what Gen accuses of happening leaves me speechless. And when she pulls out her phone and shows us the social media post, I am appalled.

Gen knows that the media and some fans like to stir up conflict and we've always known not to take anything that is put online to heart. No one knows our lives, they can only speculate and guess.

It is Jensen who speaks and reminds her not to pay attention to the shit put on the internet. He reminds her that he himself has hugged on her in public.

He also gives his point of view on how I acted today, treating Drea with kid gloves.

I take her hand and thankfully she doesn't pull away.

"He's right babe," I tell her, gently squeezing her hand. "I love you so much. I would never do anything to ruin what we've worked so hard for. You are my wife and I love that you are the one I get to grow old with."

Gen looks around the table at each of us and the sighs. "I just think we all need to consider everyone's feelings when we're out in public. But I'm done with this. I'm going to bed."

Once again I watch as my wife leaves me behind with our friends as I try to figure out what she means by being 'done with this'.

Is she calling the whole swinging relationship off? Are we supposed to go back to just being friends? What about the baby in Drea's womb?

Jay and Drea head off to bed not long after and leave me on the back patio, contemplating how life got so fucked up.

END JARED'S POV

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lambvein · 4 years

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Cheerful Host-part 9 (Reupload)

The past months have been hell on earth. A nightmare come true. These dumb fucking bimbos have been training me to reply to their every command whether it be to finger my pussy or fondle my nipples or bounce up and down to make my massive knockers bounce in public…but I wont give in to their orders!…unfortunately I have a bad feeling my decision to disobey will prove fruitless and harmful to me and my assets.

“Where are you taking me? Why are we going back to the mall, havent you embaressed me enough in that victoria’s secret earlier? What else could you sluts possibly want?” I spoke to the hive of bimbos in an annoyed tone.

Juggs responded “well a perfect bimbo needs a perfect makeover isnt that right ladies? And what better place to start than getting those already fat lips pumped up even more hehe!”.

“What?!?! No, please I already have ridiculously fake, plastic jugs and booty please I cant handle any more implants!” I begged the bimbos.

“Thats exactly the point silly billy! We, like already pumped up your tits and ass so now we need to top off this bimbo cake with some big, fat, fake dick sucking lips!” ariana spoke in a mocking voice.

I began to tear up at the thought of how goofy I would look with massive fake lips and how hard it would be to speak or communicate

“Please ladies, dont do this to me I will do anything…anything at all!”.

“Awe mega mountains thats cute, if we want something from you we will make you do it…speaking of which…play with us right now! Hands on your tits and pussy, girl!” Juggs demanded.

“WHAT!?!? Were in the middle of a fucking mall are you crazy?!?!” I whispered into my cleavage as to not seem crazy infront of the crowd of mall-goers bustling the crowded building.

“EXACTLY!” The bimbos all shouted at once.

I then began to feel the all too familiar feeling of my pussy and nipples swelling up…it felt…AMAZING.

“wont you play with us now, mountains…come on you know you want too” nicki spoke in a seducing, childish tone.

“Hurry up bitch, were not letting you go anywhere until you obey us!” Jugs shouted in the back of my mind.

I gave in to the feelings and dove my hands into my tight top and shorts and began to play with myself. My attempts to stifle my moans proved to be no help as every passing pedestrian either looked at me disgusted, whistled at me or copped a feel themselves.

“Hmmmm these horny guys grabbing a feel gives me an idea, mountains present your huge jugs to the next chick that walks by and beg her to feel you up hahahaha!” Juggs suggested, the other 59 bimbos controlling me all laughed at my situation and decided to pump up the sensitivity in my delicate areas.

The slightest brush from my tight clothes was enough to bring up an accidental squeal in ecstasy. Without hesitation I hefted my titties up to an approaching goth high schooler who had just exited the mall’s hot topic.

“Please, please play with my tits! I need release so bad!” I shouted at the young lady as my knees were shaking and my arms were swiftly giving out from attempting to carry my enormous knockers.

“What the fuck!?!? No way you dumb bimbo!” The goth hissed at me before storming off, dissapearing into the dense crowd of shoppers.

“Girls, please make this end. My shorts are soaking wet and im so tired from hefting my boobs around in everyones faces amd playing with myself for the past hour” I begged the bimbos.

Juggs replied “Okay fine mountains…we will save this for later when your makeover is done!”.

The bimbos all squealed at my suffering as they swiftly brought me back to my feet out of my puddle of pleasure and strutted me over to the mall’s lip injection clinic. The sluts strapped me down to a leather chair in the back of the store as a curvy nurse holding several needles appeared.

“Oh my god can we please talk abou…” my speech was cut off by the nurse pumping the needles into my face all at once.

The sensation of my lips filling to the brim with silicone felt terrible. It took several minutes to finish her injections and by the time she finished half of my view was obstructed by my now cartoonishly large top lip.

“Mmpppff mmppff mmpppfff!” I lost the ability to open my mouth enough to create words.

My lips have become too fat and heavy to be able to open my mouth. “Perfect! I have never done silicone injections that large before but I made a special case for you so you better enjoy it!” The nurse said to me in a cheerul tone as she grabbed a handful of my bottom lip to test its thickness.

“This is perfect! No more backtalk from miss mega mountains!” Nicki interjected.

The sluts all cackled at my inability to speak as I was lifted up off the leather seat and out of the nurse’s office.

“Next stop, a new wardrobe!” Jugs announced.

“Mmmmmppppfff!” I attempted to plead to the sluts.

“Silly mountains theres no point in rebelling. We just took away your one way of communicating with the outside world. You are all ours now” juggs said with a triumphant jiggle of my colossal titties.

“Now play with us…or else…” Nicki demanded.

I didnt hesitate and quickly stuffed my hands down my bra and worked my nipples as best as I could to satisfy the bimbos. Several people passing by either gave me a dirty look, blushed, looked away or hollered at me like some kind of dog. After several minutes and many awkward interactions we approached a lingerie shop I had never noticed in the mall before.

“Alright ladies GO WILD!” Juggs announced to her hive of sluts as I was forced to sprint into the sex shop as my big boobs hit me in the face several times.

The sluts selected several outfits: a christmas themed bikini, a sexy nun costume, a leopard print bodysuit, an obviously too small tracksuit, a latex devil outfit and a tiny pair of panties with an equally miniature bra to go with it. I was practically pushed into the change rooms by my swarm of sluts to the confusion of the clerk at the store and got a look in the mirror at my current situation. I felt like breaking down crying.

I looked like a cartoon character, I barely fit in the change room with my enormous caboose and fat melons attached to me and to top it off I now sported the biggest pair of fake lips I have ever seen, they reached past my chin and rested just below my eyes “MMMMMPPPPFFF!”.

“Like what you see, mega mountains?” Juggs taunted.

“MMMMMMPPPPPFFF!”.

“Yeah, we are all pretty sexy together arent we, I suppose you should be thanking us that there is no reverse spell to separate us…yeah…were one big bimbo together forever.” Juggs mocked as I stared in utter shock at what I had become.

“Ummm excuse me if you are done, like, pouting we have some outifts to try on” kim said in a spiteful tone.

The girls then reached for their first outfit…the santa bikini. All the outfit consisted of was a red mini bikini with a santa hat. The bimbos finished dressing me up and proceeded to put me in as many lusty poses as they could think of, it was so degrating watching my now ruined body being paraded around like this. Every single one of my private bits were on full display…my large and in charge nipples are easily distinguished from the tiny fabric of the bikini top, the bottom of the bikini served as nothing other than a string of cloth rammed up my ass and served no other use other than to split my fat pussy lips. After several minutes the bimbos decided to move on to my next outfit…a sexy nun outfit…compared to my last get up this outfit was actually quite conservative. The costume consisted of a regular nun’s cap and robe with the main draw being the large frame in which the purpose is to display as much cleavage as humanly possible and of course the sluts spared no time as they adjusted my boobs until as much titflesh was spilling out as possible. They became bored of the maid outfit rather quickly probably due to how much skin it covered. The next suit the bimbos decided to stuff me into was a leopard print bodysuit, after zipping up the suit my breath was sucked away as the suit hugged and pushed up all of my curves.

“MMMMPPPPFPFF!” I tried as best as I could to communicate to the bimbos that I couldnt breathe under all my titflesh but my begs were of to no avail as the sluts continued to pose me in any way they pleased without a hitch.

“Damn girls look at our tits! This cleavage goes on forever and ever!” Ariana spoke in a lustful tone to her fellow sluts.

My next outfit was an extremely tight tracksuit. My enormous junk in the trunk was tucked into the extra small tights resulting in a brought up squeal from the cameltoe being firmly set in whilst the tights run deeply into my own ass crack, next the track jacket was zipped all the way up resulting in my titties looking like beanbag chairs stuck in a suit.

“Ooooohh I like this outfit! And it seems like mountains is enjoying it as well. Look how much shes blushing!” Kim pointed out.

“I know what will really get mountains going” juggs said as she took over my whole body.

I felt my lips open as I was forced to speak into the mirror…wait how was she making me talk with my fat, fake lips?!?!

“Hey samantha…enjoying the ride? I sure hope you are because its going to get so much sweeter…we will never stop recruiting sluts to join our hive and you will never escape being the host of our hive. You will never be rid of your massive knockers, your big fat booty or us…so get used to it bitch because you are under new management. The bimbos management” Juggs finished her speech and returned to her respective consiousness in my jugs.

I felt like crying but my big fake lips only allowed me to hold a ridiculous duck face as I stared full view at my figure. Whilst I was distracted the sluts undressed me from the tracksuit and quickly suited me up into a hot red latex bodysuit and attachable devil horns. The slut squad stuffed my extreme assets into the bodysuit to the point of deriving severe discomfort from within the suit. “Perfect!” Jugs announced as she assessed the fruits of her labour by fondling my tight implants and injections.

“Yes, a million times yes! Lets roll girls!” Juggs announced to her fellow bimbos as I strutted out of the sex shop.

“Mmmmppppfff mmmpppff!” I tried conveying to the sluts my terrible discomfort due to the constraints of the bodysuit but my begs and moans fell on deaf ears as they kept bouncing me along like some kind of pornstar preparing for a shoot.

I looked absolutely ridiculous, I looked like jessica rabbit going to a bdsm convention.

“*ahem* we need some attention down here mountains, come on dont you know how to be a good guest?” Jugs spoke in a sharp, snarky tone.

I stuffed my hands down the front of my suit which only made my discomfort more extreme and began working my nipples to please the bimbo hive.

“Now don't you dare take your hands off your tits until we say so or you will feel the wrath of the bimbos” juggs hissed.

I continued playing with my mountains as I was forced to walk through the entire mall as if to display to everyone what I had become, this is so fucking humiliating. My face was burning red by this point which only further put my heavy makeup job front and centre. It took several minutes to exit the mall and by the time we had my pussy was ready to burst but the sluts refused to supply me release. With my new outfit pushing up my knockers and booty combined with my new fat lips I now felt even more embarressed to be seen in public. The people only see me as a bimbo now and now with my massive lips I cant even talk back…I am now a passenger to my own body at the horny hands of 60 bimbos, sluts, whores and strippers….wait why are we going back to the strip club!?!?!…

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velvetv0nblack · 4 years

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An open letter;

(Possible trigger warning)

I’m not even sure why I’m writing this, maybe because this theme of abuse has be something I’ve been experiencing as a third party, the person removing the victim this time, you know the role many of my friends filled within our tumultuous relationship... maybe it’s because my friends abuser is now threatening and harassing me for helpingher leave... maybe it’s because I’ve finally found my therapeutic dosage of lithium, am in a clear mind and are therefore able to reflect properly for the first time in my life... or maybe it’s because this is not an apology, I mean maybe it is if you had only been a serial cheat, but the truth is you fractured my skull and cut me open with a knife, so this is not a fucking apology. Also I’d rather rip my own eyes out of my skull, smash them with a hammer, and then inject the liquid into my ass than actually engage you in any kind of conversation, so knowing that this is the one platform you can still check for me on, I’m going to post this here... Its about time I had my say without putting myself in physical danger.

You would think I wouldn’t have an essay to correct your 3 lines of a nothing apology, but here we are I guess.

This kind of self deprecating “I wasn’t good enough for you” narrative is truly infuriating, and not because you were actually good enough for me but because of the very reasons you proved yourself not be “not good enough”. You weren’t undeserving of me because you didn’t work, I am physically incapable of doing so myself and I didn’t fall in love with you because you came across mad motivated. You weren’t undeserving of me because you took drugs, drank like a fish or smoked like a chimney, we were both purposefully killing our selves in the same way. You weren’t undeserving of me at all, until you fucked my best friend in the bathroom and collectively gaslit me into wondering if I was imagining the whole thing, and slowly but systematically broke down my confidence and support network away from me. I want this to be very clear; the reason you do not deserve me or any other decent human being is because, you are an abuser, you abuse people.

I was barely a whole person when I met you. I was barely an adult. I had lived through so much already, and had been abused in every area of my existence. I was easy pickings to you. The issue was you were not a pawn to me, a player in any game, or any of that. To me you were this fascinating, beautiful soul, to me you were someone who needed my love who needed someone to support you and I couldn’t believe that you chose me to fill that role. I was freshly 18 that month, and I had just had a flat mate steal £3k and kill my kitten.

I weighed all of 63lbs that night you lost the plot on me because I didn’t want to go to Big Red to watch that actual cunt of a waitress smile at me as she gave you lap dances, it’s not even a dance joint it was a fucking bar. You allowed other people to emotionally abuse me with you for months up until this point and I just didn’t want to go, all I wanted was the keys and I would of gone home alone and gone to bed. Why you feel the need to publicly humiliate me again instead of just leaving it? You couldn’t just go be adulterous without me watching and hurting, so you followed me home, screaming at me the whole time. You told me I was pathetic, you hated me, I should just kill myself- on a bus on a Saturday night, from the bar I worked in, in soho, back to our place near Caledonian Road. I was so unstable anyway, undiagnosed autism, misdiagnosed mental health issues, on the wrong if any medication, deep within the throws of an addiction and eating disorder... you. I couldn’t take you verbally ripping my heart out anymore when I decided that throwing myself from our 3rd story window would hurt less. The fact I could of died isn’t what made you grab me and stop me jumping, no in fact you told me you don’t care if I kill my self as long as it’s not in the flat, you were much more concerned with the amount of drugs in the flat and the prison opposite our window. At that point you threw me full pelt across the other side of the room, all 63lbs of me flew through the air like a paper aeroplane and smashed directly into your guitar. You know your beloved custom Les Paul? The headstock came off, and at that very moment despite the fact you were the one who threw me, my life was the one in danger. You started strangling me and threatening to have men come down to London to gang rape my then 14 year old sister. It gets a little fuzzy, that’s what your brain does when you experience potentially life ending trauma. I do know I ended up with stitches in my lips and hands, that you fractured my right eye socket- that I still suffer issues with to this day- and had black bruising covering my entire body like a bus had hit me.

For a couple of years there my brain completely blocked out important details of that night, and a lot of our relationship. Don’t worry though periodically I have the real type of flashback where I relive these events and I come back to reality remembering more than I ever wanted to. I’m yet to even touch on the fact that whilst I may of been able to escape you in waking life, my dreams are perpetually stuck in this horrific PTSD dream land, a town that is a mash up of all the places I’ve been traumatised in my life, the place you eternally reside inside my head to traumatise me whilst I desperately need to rest. You haven’t really left my life despite the efforts I have made to avoid you (I think I’ve seen you once, from a distance once at Download 2 years ago, my heart fell out my ass, and I dragged Camilla in another direction) I have only 2 dreams in 6 years that haven’t included you chasing me down to finish what you started and kill me or keep me captive. But that’s what trauma does, and oh how you traumatised me.

I really loved you though, that’s why I stayed, and those couple times I tried to leave before I came back. I loved you so unconditionally that it took me realising that everyone else around us was so complicit that they’d help you hide by body. To this very day I cannot believe a man, a male roommate, walked in on you pinning me into a sofa by my neck, with both your planted knees on top of my chest, full weight suffocating me, biting the end of my nose until it was blackened and he had the audacity me I needed to calm down. I have to label the guy the world biggest pussy in my head so I don’t get wound up about it.

I wasn’t perfect, I can never be perfect, I have more imperfections than most. I am severely mentally and physically unwell- I sure as hell am a pain in the ass to love- however I cannot actually think of a damn thing I did to deserve constant unending emotional abuse, threatens and follow through of physical abuse and then after I left stalking and harassment. I am difficult but I am not deserving of abuse and that’s all you gave me in the end... unless of course you “needed your baby girl to suck your dick” - that was the only time you were ever nice to me, and I know because I recently read back a bunch of our texts and you flipped between “I hate you, I’m gonna kill you/kill your self” to “I need my beautiful girl to come and suck my dick I love you so much” is actually fucking insane. - Should I bring up the fact you would bang pathetic girls on the scene and then dicknotise them into stalking and harassing me with you? Because... what I had the audacity to leave a man, of over 6ft tall, who would become violent to my 5ft 63lbs self?

So yeah, you didn’t deserve me, but not because of any self deprecating attention seeking reason but because you’re a sociopath, who seems to take pleasure in fucking with vulnerable women.

Am I happy? Now that’s a fucking difficult one to answer.

I ended up homeless on and off for a year. Despite the homelessness I had suffered before this was worse because of the place I was in mentally.

You caused me to develop complex PTSD.

You caused me to have a 3 year long psychotic break.

You caused me to live in secure supported housing, where I was prayed upon by other residents.

You caused me to fall victim to abuse within the system

Not sure if you know this but our mental health services sucks ass, after leaving you I had a delightful therapist that would text me telling to kill my self and would tell me you were right to abuse me.

But I got one thing from our relationship, I fine tuned my “four Fs” ...I no longer freeze or fight in the face of difficulty... I developed an ability to fawn.

Dead ends are no longer in my eyeline, I will metaphorically straight on walk through someone else’s house to get where I need to be, I will jump the fence, break the locks and out run any guard dog. I may fall down but I’m never out.

When I was diagnosed with multiple chronic illnesses and essentially lived in hospital for 3 years, even when I thought to end my life it was weighed out by the thought of “how do I get to a place we’re I can do even 5% of what I want? What do I have to change, manifest?”.

You see if you could only temporarily break me but not stop me then why the hell would I let my own mind and body do that? That ability to fawn came with an ability to find a middle path, to be diplomatic. That ability to fawn gave me the patience to understand medical text and use that to access the right care. ~ I am actually thinking of starting a medical degree just to prove I can ~ I am now 98lbs and healthy for my size and stature, I now have a home with a housing association who like me so much they have me a lifetime partner agreement, meaning I will never be homeless again. I have been clean 7 whole goddamn years and 2 months. I have the most beautiful empathic cat, 2 foster dogs and an incredibly patient partner, who has known me before you had ever entered my life. I am as healthy as someone in my position can be, I still struggle with the anorexic thoughts but I eat everyday of the fucking week now.

I am not “happy” as happy is an emotion and emotions are fleeting but I am content in living for the simple life I have fought ever so hard for. I am strong, and determined and constantly fucking working on making more for myself. I’m proud of myself.

All I have to say is get therapy. If you’re really sorry work on yourself enough to be able to apologise properly before you fuck my day up by rising your head again for this weakness. I can’t say I don’t have morbid curiosity, because that’s me all over, however I’m much more determined to keep all that I have work for mentally, emotionally, and physically safe. For that reason I would never in my right medicated mind talk it out with you, email you back or seek you out. I’m sorry, it is what it is.

You can not damage someone irreparably both mentally and physically and think “I’m sorry for being a cunt” even close to cuts it. You are mentally unbalanced, in a way not even I can relate to.

#what was the point #open letter to my abuser #its not 2014 anymore buddy

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iluvsexyvoltageguys · 5 years

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Bad Romance - Part 7

Fandom: Scandal in the Spotlight (Love 365)

Pairing: Iori x Reader

In the days following your post-concert hook up with Iori you felt… surprisingly good. Maybe it was the little mantra you adopted or an extra dose of wishful thinking, but you felt you had a good handle on yours and Iori’s relationship. Using the term ‘relationship’ very loosely, of course.

You felt so good, in fact, that you didn’t even bat an eye when Kyohei asked you to go out to dinner with him, his girlfriend, and Iori. You were more than happy to oblige, paying no mind to Iori being in attendance.

When you arrived at the restaurant, the hostess informed you part of your party was already there. You were excited to join Kyohei and his girlfriend, but that was not who you found waiting at the table.

“Oh, it’s you,” Iori frowned as you sat down across from him.

“Nice to see you too,” you grumbled, checking the time.

You had been running late yourself, so Kyohei was extra late. Kyohei was never late. Left to his own devices he’s been known to stroll in well beyond the agreed upon time. An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you waited for your friends to arrive. “God I hope they come soon.” You thought to yourself.

Like clockwork, both of your phones went off. It was a message from Kyohei. ‘Hey guys so sorry. Something came up, we are going to have to cancel’

You let out a groan. You traveled all the way across town to get to this restaurant and you hadn’t bothered picking up any food for tonight since you planned on eating out. Trekking all the way back to your place just to be met by an empty fridge was not ideal. You and Iori looked up at each as if to say, ‘now what?’

“Fuck it,” Iori said finally, picking up a menu, “I’m hungry and I’m staying. Stay if you want.”

You picked up the menu, telling him, “I’m staying for the food, not the company.”

Iori half grunted, before you both buried your heads into the menus. That made it easy, you had something to shield yourself from him. You were able to occupy yourself with reading the selection of food, making the silence slightly less awkward. However, the waitress eventually came, taking your orders and the menus along with them.

With no barrier between the two of you, you were forced to look at each other.

You decided you weren’t about to sit uncomfortably for an entire meal, but you had no idea what to say. Did you and Iori even have anything in common? You really didn’t know. You guessed that would be a good start…

“You know I really don’t know anything about you,” you said, settling back into your seat. You had a feeling it was going to be an interesting night.

“I think you made a point to not know anything about me,” Iori replied, raising a brow at you. Fair point.

“Maybe so,” you replied, “But now I am making a point to know.”

“And where is this sudden interest coming from?” he questioned, taking a sip of his water.

Of course he wasn’t going to make this easy. “I don’t know, figure I should know more than just the name of the person I’m hooking up with.”

“Didn’t seem to care that much about anything else in that closet,” Iori smirked. You rolled your eyes, wondering if it was too late to get your food to go.

“Maybe I don’t wanna just sit here in silence the whole night,” you snapped, “But if you’re gonna be a dick about it…”

“Alright, alright,” Iori put his hands up, “Just having some fun.”

Clearly the two of you had very different definitions of fun.

“What do you wanna know?”

You shrugged, “Whatever you think is important.”

“Hmm, well I went to the University-”

“No,” you shook your head, “That I know.”

“A man can’t be proud of his accomplishments?” he questioned.

“He can, but this isn’t about what you’re proud of, it’s about you,” you reminded him, “What about your family?”

You were still a little curious about him and his father. You knew Kyohei said it was like that a lot, but you were wondering just how bad it was. If he would even tell you.

“Well you met my dad,” he replied simply.

You sensed he was guarded, which didn’t really surprise you. It seemed like a touchy subject and you weren’t exactly someone he had a history of confiding in. “I wouldn’t exactly say met,” you said, “More like he grunted in my direction and then completely ignored me.”

“That’s as good as meeting him,” Iori sighed, “Better off keeping your distance from him. I wish I could.” Iori paused, almost like he surprised himself with his own words. “That probably sounds really shitty.”

“No I get it,” you shook your head, “I wouldn’t put my dad up for father of the year award either.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well my parents divorced,” you began, “Shortly after he started a new family and had more kids. I guess he was so busy being a father to them he forgot about his first child.”

It felt kind of weird to be so personal with Iori, but it was also kind of natural. Maybe it was because he would understand the crappy dad struggle, but it was easy to open up to him about it, even if it was something you didn’t talk to most about.

“Sounds like an asshole,” Iori replied.

From anyone else you would have thought it was just a half-assed response because they didn’t know what to say, but from Iori… it was comforting. It was sincere, you knew he understood.

“You got that right,” you sighed, reaching for your glass, “Here’s to surviving shitty dads.” Iori laughed, picking up his glass and clinking it against yours.

From there, the conversation flowed a lot more naturally. Who knew all it took was bad father figures to bring people together? You learned Iori had a younger brother and their mom left when he was younger. The only thing he knew how to cook in any fashion was scrambled eggs.

“Okay maybe I’m using the term cook loosely,” he chuckled at himself.

You were also laughing a lot more than you thought you would. Iori was funny when he wasn’t being an ass. It was pretty easy to bounce off him, your sense of humor jiving really well. You even found your walls coming down a bit as you told him more about yourself. You think this was the longest you’ve ever talked to him without someone making a snide comment or an argument starting.

“Hope you enjoyed your date,” your waitress smiled, placing the check down.

“It’s not a date,” you both replied immediately.

Your faces flushed red, the waitress laughing lightly and apologizing. An innocent comment, but it made the energy shift, injecting an awkwardness between the two of you that had finally dissipated.

“Let’s go,” Iori huffed, tossing down money on the table. You both jumped up, making a beeline for the door. Once outside, you both turned to each other, hovering on the sidewalk. Not even the din of the city street could eat through the tense silence.

It sort of did feel like a date, at least right now it did. It was like he had walked you to your door after a night out and now you were both waiting for someone to make a move. You could practically feel the pull towards him, wondering how bad a kiss could be.

“Kyohei would be proud we didn’t kill each other,” you blurted out suddenly, trying to banish that thought from your mind.

“Your hand got close to that knife a few times, honestly it had me sweating,” Iori joked, though there was a hint of tenseness in his voice.

“Not to worry, if I was gonna kill you it wouldn’t be in public like that.” God what were you saying? He probably thought you sounded crazy… and since when did you care about how you sounded to Iori.

“So it would be a bad idea to ask you to come back to my place?” Iori asked. You eye him suspiciously. That was a trap, right? He wanted to see if you were interested in coming back with him so he could tease you about wanting to fuck him or something.

“But the other guys…” your voice trailed off. It was the safest thing to say until you knew if he was for real.

“The guys are not there and Kyohei got a hotel room this time,” Iori told you, “Something about wanting some privacy from an annoying roommate?” A crooked smile played at his lips as he spoke.

“I know the struggle,” you chuckled. It got quiet again and you realized he was waiting for an answer. “Sure I’ll go back to your place… I’ve got nothing better to do.” You added the last part to not seem too eager.

“Pfft, I’m the best thing you could do,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him, “We’ll see about that.”

Iori followed behind you and you were happy to not have to make conversation. What did two people who didn’t like each other talk about on their way to have sex with each other? You certainly didn’t know.

No feelings, just sex. No feelings, just sex.

You reminded yourself as you walked up to the house. It was weird, you’d never planned to have sex before, it had always just happened. You were entering uncharted territory and you wondered if it would be different.

Your mind wasn’t able to wander too long, the second you were through the door Iori was pulling you on to him. Your lips crashed together, tripping over each other as you made your way to the bedroom. You fell to the bed on top of each other, hands slipping under each other’s shirts. The clothes came off quickly, piling up on the floor. His hand slid between your legs, rubbing at your still-clothed pussy. You could tell by the smirk on his face you were soaked through them.

“Been a while since I made you cum on my fingers,” he mused, sliding your underwear down your legs, “I seem to recall you enjoying that.”

“It was okay,” you voice strained as he ran a finger up your slit. He slipped a finger into you, relishing how your back arched at his touch. He pumped his fingers into you as you writhed beneath him.

“That’s it baby, fuck my fingers,” Iori coaxed as you rolled your hips. It almost got past you that he called you baby. Almost. You decided to compartmentalize that and address it later - the pressure building between your legs making it too difficult to think of anything else anyway.

Your orgasm hit you seconds after his thumb found your clit. “Fuck,” you cried out, not expecting the pleasure that was suddenly lighting up every nerve ending in your body.

“As good as I remember,” Iori smirked, stepping back to rid himself of his own clothing. You rubbed your thighs together as you watched him strip down to his boxers, antsy to have him inside you.

Iori’s eyes locked on to yours, making your stomach do a flip. A sudden wave of anxiety rushed over you. God the way he was looking at you, it was different. It felt weird, but right, yet also so wrong. His fingertips ghosting across your thighs was just too… intimate. Like yes sex was an intimate act in general, but it was just… too much. You weren’t like that with Iori. You couldn’t be like that with Iori.

You flipped yourself over, getting on your hands and knees. “Take me like this,” you demanded, wiggling your ass at him. You wanted the least romance as possible.

Iori didn’t seem to mind. “Oh- fuck - yeah okay.” You heard him say before you felt the bed sink under the weight of his body. The head of his cock teased at your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.

“Don’t fucking tease,” you hissed as the throbbing between your legs grew to be near unbearable.

“Needy one tonight,” he replied, his hands finding your hips.

“Oh,” you let out a low gasp as Iori pushed inside you. The new angle allowed him to press deeper into you, making your eyes roll back even after just a few strokes.

“God you feel so fucking good right now,” Iori groaned between the slaps of your hips meeting.

“Harder,” you told him, ignoring that sort of compliment from Iori. That was a rarity from him and you didn’t want to play into it too much. A compliment was too close to intimate.

Suddenly there was a hand in your hair, yanking your head back. You let out a sharp moan as Iori followed your instructions, pounding into you. “You like when I fuck you like this? You want me to be rough with you?” he growled nipping at your ear. That’s definitely not romantic and it’s perfect.

“Yeah - fuck- give it to me Iori,” you moaned, pressing back on him further. He gripped your hips tighter and you could practically feel the bruises forming. The two of you fell silent, the sound of your wetness as Iori fucked you filling the room. It was borderline pornographic sounding but it was so hot.

You were close, but you needed more. You reached down, rubbing fast circles over your clit.

“Are you touching yourself? Fuck that’s so hot,” Iori said breathlessly.

You couldn’t even get a response out, hit with a second orgasm. All your muscles tensed before relaxing in a euphoric release. You gripped his sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked you through your high. Iori was right there with you, his cock twitching inside you as he came.

Iori slid out of you when you both finished and you let out a soft gasp from the loss of contact. He got up and you began to shift through the clothes on the floor, looking for yours. Iori pulled on sweats and a shirt, flopping down on the bed as you got redressed.

“Stay,” his voice was so soft you almost didn’t hear it. You turned around, finding a very sleepy Iori batting his eyes at you. Did he really just… That was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

Yet there you were, pulling your jeans back off, leaving you in just your underwear and the shirt you came in. You crawled into bed next to him, the warmth of his body slightly putting your nerves at ease. This is wrong, you thought, but god it feels right.

“_____?” Iori murmured from behind you. He scooted closer to you, becoming your big spoon.

“Yeah?” you replied, not looking back at him.

“I..” his voice trailed off and for a second you thought he had fallen asleep, “I hate you still.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly as your stomach filled with butterflies. It was stupid, but the way he said it, the pure fondness in the tone of his voice told you that isn’t what he meant.

“I hate you too,” you repeated the contrary sentiment clear in your voice.

Iori’s arms tightened around you as you both drifted to sleep without another word.

SITS Masterlist

#scandal in the spotlight smut #sits smut #iori enjo smut #voltage inc fanfiction #voltage inc smut #scandal in the spotlight #sits #iori enjo

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novaimpactgenerator-blog · 5 years

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NSFW Fem!Human Headcanons Request

For ASimpleArchivist on AO3

Request: General NSFW headcanons with Ratchet, Rodimus, Drift, Megatron and Minimus for a fem!human SO pretty please? Maybe with a list of their kinks, too? I love what you have so far and I can't wait to see what you add next!

Before we start I would like to point out that since it was not stated otherwise, the reader and bots below were already in relationships when this stuff happened.

Ratchet:

-The first time he ever saw you naked was for a physical in his hab suite. And boy did he get physical. That was also your first sexual experience with him. Though, there was no penetration due to size difference. That didn't stop you two from having a great time. And Ratchet learned that he really, really likes boobs.

-He implanted a mass displacement generator just to frag you. Though he still likes to be a little bigger than you when you two have sex. He's fascinated by the way your body can stretch to fit around him.

-Would rather overload inside of you so he can see you stretch and overflow with his transfluid.

-Can and will hold off overload for a long time just to watch you writhe under him or struggle when you try to ride him to overload. Doesn't really like to go through more than two overloads himself.

-Loves to fuck your boobs. Would be perfectly fine with you only allowing him to shove his spike between your tits for the rest of his life. "Cybertronians have nothing close to it, so they're new. Not to mention soft like the rest of you."

-Has fucked you in the medibay exactly twice. The first time wasn't planned, but so much fun you two decided to try again. The second time First Aid walked in, screamed, and immediately ran out. (No one has ever brought it up and no one ever will.) You two refused to do that again (much to First Aid's relief).

-(Poor traumatized First Aid)

-He loves to explore your body for new, sensitive places to play with while he thrusts into you or you ride him. If he can't find any after a while he defaults to assaulting your clit and nipples.

-If he's in a patient mood he will stimulate you for close to an hour to see just how wet you can get. If you are a virgin this is how he was for your actual first time. He literally made you cum so many times you cried and begged for his spike.

-Teases you with both his hands and mouth, but his hands are more precise so he uses them the most. Though he was very reluctant to even touch you after the whole Pharma incident.

-You dressed up as a slutty nurse once on a dare. "I'm not sure I got the right injection, Doctor." At first, you thought he was upset because of how quiet and still he was. Then a dark and sexy smirk spread across his faceplates. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?" (That was the first time he fucked you in the medibay.) It's a miracle no one came in or heard that. (And if someone did they spoke of it to no one.)

-He doesn't really like to leave marks on you. The fact that he can't just fix you makes him distraught and nervous. He was taught that most organics were fragile. ESPECIALLY humans.

-Will sometimes use his holomatter form to fuck you. Not very often though.

-He's very quiet but pretty expressive.

-Slow and hard.

-KINKS:

-Size difference

-Slight sadism

-Overstimulation

-Inflation? Inflation.

-Body worship

-Tit fucking

-Exploration??? (Is that a thing)

-Roleplay

-Public sex (for a whole 5 seconds) (thanks a lot First Aid)

Rodimus:

-His first time seeing you naked was because he didn't knock before he let himself into your hab suite. Was frozen on the spot. RODDY.EXE has stopped working. His first time ever seeing a human naked and he wasn't expecting it to be so... fucking hot. "Um... Can you leave?" "Uh huh..." "Now?" "Right."

-Went straight to First Aid after that to get a mass displacement generator. "Mass displacement generator. Now." "Why do you want one so suddenl-" "Won't fit." "... Won't... fit... where???" Rodimus was clearly still out of it.

-He's too impatient for foreplay that lasts longer than ten minutes. But if you're a virgin he tries his best to last as long as he can.

-Can hold off overload for a long time, but chooses not to. (Impatient remember?) Will instantly be hard again after overloading. Could literally fuck for hours. His frame was made for stamina and he doesn't exactly overheat. Has fucked you so many times you cried. Has fucked you so many time you passed out.

-Loves to leave marks. You're his woman, damn it! Everyone needs to know that. He's very possessive. Loves to bite the most. Everywhere. His favorite places to bite are shoulders, neck, hips, and thighs. Has accidentally left scars on your neck and thighs. He felt really bad about that. But he made up for it in kisses.

-Prefers overloading on you rather than in you. Mainly on your face. He really likes to make a mess out of you with his transfluid.

-LOVES to tease you. Mostly with his mouth. Could eat you out all day while self-servicing. You passed out the first day he learned how. Really loves it when you tease him too. His favorite thing is for you to suck his spike while you finger his valve. Drives him insane. Also loves when you trace his transformation seams and use your small hands to find hidden sensitive wires.

-THIGHS! If he isn't fucking your mouth or your pussy, then he's fucking your thighs.

-Has a thing for interfacing with you in places he can get caught. Like his office. Or an empty hallway. Minimus Ambus caught you two doing the latter. Rodimus overloaded instantly. Ultra Magnus arrested the two of you later for public indecency. He didn't learn his lesson. (Megatron walked into Rodimus' office while he was driving you into the desk from behind and quietly walked out. To this day neither of you know that.)

-(Poor traumatized Minimus)

-Will overload twice as fast when you give him compliments. He is a slut for verbal praise. Has begged for it before.

-Enjoys pet play. Both ways. But he prefers to be Master. (It makes him feel like he's in charge of something.) Also loves bondage and pain play. But only if he's receiving. He's too worried he'll hurt you to enjoy it.

-Will fuck you with his holomatter regularly but says it feels better with his real body.

-He is VERY loud (unless his mouth is preoccupied) and VERY expressive.

-Fast and hard.

-KINKS:

-Biting

-Thigh fucking

-Praise

-Overstimulation (Kinda. He just keeps going.)

-Public sex/Exhibitionism

-Marking

-Pet play

-Bondage

-Slight Dom/sub

-Masochism/Pain play

Drift:

-The first time he saw you naked was because he asked if he could touch you without your clothes on. All you two did that night was explore each other's bodies.

-Had a mass displacement generator installed before that. He knew that because of the difference in sizes that any kind of physical intimacy would be difficult without it. He went to Ratchet and explained. "Because I want to be able to be intimate with her, which is kinda hard when I'm three times her size." "I suppose it's better safe than sorry. Lay down."

-The first time you two fucked was VERY passionate. He lost all control. Went at you very fast and very rough with his head thrown back, optics rolled, and glossa out. "H-How could any-y one want hum-mans dead!? Frag! FragfragfragfrAGFRAG!!!" If you were a virgin, don't worry there was lots of foreplay before that so you were more than ready.

-Does enjoy biting you, but usually not very hard. Will occasionally leaving marks if he goes wild. Prefers to keep biting sensual rather than sexual.

-Would rather overload inside of you so he can watch his transfluid spill out of you, but he will often overload on you. If he does overload on you, then it's mainly on your stomach or tits.

-Loves to fondle you. In every sense of the word. Your boobs are the easiest target, (and he really enjoys that) but he will also grope your ass, your thighs, and your hips. The last three he'll subtly do in public if he's bored or just wants to tease you. Though this is the most he'll do in public.

-Is into knife play. But only running it along your skin and never breaking it. He cut you ONCE. He kept all sharp objects away from you for a whole month. The most pressure he'll put on the blade is just enough to leave a red line. His favorite places to tease you with a blade are your boobs, shoulders, hips, and thighs. If he really gets into it, he'll go over your neck, forearms, stomach, and the front of your groin.

-Is super into foreplay. Could go at you slowly for hours. His favorite kind of foreplay is just kissing, groping, and rubbing himself on you slowly. He will not allow you to cum until the main event though.

-Actually fucking you is MUCH different. He wants there to be satisfaction. Unbelievable amounts of satisfaction. And he wants it now.

-Is very careful when fraging you. He killed organics when he was Deadlock and knows how easy it would be to hurt you.

-You got angry with him once and insulted him (you can't remember what you said, but you do know it was something small). You thought it was odd that his face went from mad to nervous as it turned pink. As it turns out, he likes to be called names. Especially being called a slut while you tease his valve.

-Loves eating you out. Mainly when he's full size. He likes stretching you out with his tongue. You make the cutest faces and sounds.

-Doesn't like to interface with his holomatter. Says that it doesn't feel real. Something about his aura.

-He's not quiet, but he's not loud either. Very Expressive.

-Fast and soft

-KINKS:

-Knife play

-Masochism/Negging

-Orgasm denial

-Oral

-Body worship

-Teasing/Foreplay

-Biting

-Marking

Megatron:

-The first time he saw you naked was after you two talked about it for a while (two whole months). "You're... beautiful... I can't believe I ever wanted to eradicate organics."

-He already had a mass displacement generator, but even with it he's still a pretty big boy.

-Found out that he does, in fact, like the difference in size. You're so wet after foreplay that you stretch so nicely around his spike. He secretly loves that clearly see the outline of his spike while he's buried deep inside of you.

-Boobs are nice. Very nice. He can do so many things with boobs. Though he wasn't exactly sure what they were at first or what to do with them. But don't worry he's a fast learner. Very fast.

-He is very careful when interfacing with you. He's destroyed and helped destroy entire civilizations of organics. He wants to leave that life behind and would rather die before harming you. If you were a virgin he was extra careful and extra touchy.

-Could kiss you all night long. He has. You both intended to have sex but just fell asleep cuddling after making out for an hour.

-The most he'll do in public is frag you in his office. Mainly because he knows that no one besides Minimus/Magnus, Rodimus, or Ravage would come in unless the ship was on fire and he was the last one they could go to for help. But he always locks the doors so there no chance of being walked in on.

-On that note! Ravage. He was peacefully sleeping in Megatron's office with his stealth protocols on when you two casually walked in and started going at it. 'I don't wanna see this. I don't want to see thi-!' LOCKED. "Let me oooOOOOUUUUUT!!!"

-(Poor traumatized Ravage.)

-Likes to be restrained in the berth. It reassures him that he can't hurt you and it's kinda exciting. He was never been okay with being the one bound up before. Will occasionally like to try new things like this, but he still thinks he's too old to do some of the things he's heard Rodimus likes.

-Loves to be praised. His favorite is when you call him a good person. He also likes your more teasing and dominant side when you praise him. "You're such a good Autobot, Megs."

-Loves overloading inside of you. Seeing you swell and stretch with his transfluid is the best. Though he's careful not to hurt you.

-Doesn't like to mark you. While it would please his possessive side immensely, it just reminds him how fragile you are.

-Does NOT like to use his holomatter form. It's so unnatural and unusual to him that he can't enjoy it at all.

-Mostly quiet and moderately expressive

-Slow and soft

-KINKS:

-Size difference

-Inflation

-Bondage

-Oral/Kissing

-Office sex

-Praise

-Mock praise

Minimus:

-The first time he saw you naked was because you got tired of waiting for him to ask, so you changed in front of him. "W-Wait! What a-are yo-... Primus..." "Something the matter, Minimus?" "No... Not at all." He really likes your body but is shy about touching you most of the time.

-He doesn't need a mass displacement generator because in his true form he's only a few feet taller than you.

-Prefers to be sensual over sexual. Would be fine with just lovingly caressing each other all night. Though he is nowhere near with being against more.

-He hadn't exactly interfaced very many times before he met you, (you were actually his first, but his seals were medically removed for the Magnus armor and he's been alive for over 5 million years. There's no way in hell he's telling anyone that he was a virgin all this time. The crew barely respects him as it is) so your first time together was slow and you rode him. Perfect for if you were a virgin (too).

-He does like the fact that he's taller than you given how rare that is for him. He also likes that he can see the outline of his spike when he thrusts into you. He sometimes puts his hand over your abdomen so he can fell it slide in and out of you. It makes him overload a lot quicker.

-He isn't used to interface and rarely self-serviced so he's EXTREMELY sensitive. It doesn't take very much at all to pleasure him. And he can't exactly hold back his sounds or expressions. Not to mention having sex with him is more like instinctual humping than actual thrusting. Almost 95% of the time when you aren't riding him he'll just wrap his arm around your waist and go to town on you while burying his faceplates in your boobs.

-Primus, your mouth. It feels almost as good as your pussy to him. Almost overloaded instantly when first you wrapped your lips around his spike and sucked. That was one of the best overloads of his entire life.

-He will sometimes tie your hands behind your back, but overall nothing too kinky.

-The most public thing he's ever done was when you blew him in his office. He didn't understand why you were crawling under his desk until you started licking at his interface panels. "What are you doing down thER-!? W-Wait! Not h-hERE!" At first, he tried to pull back, but when you grabbed his thighs and started tracing his interface seams his panels popped open on their own. When you instantly latched onto him all he could process was the pleasure. That was the most embarrassing overload of his life.

-Likes it when you play with his valve, but will instantly overload if you even touch his spike while you're doing that. It's too much stimulating for him.

-Loves loves LOVES praise. He's hardly gotten any in his life so it feels great when he hears it from you in that loving and sincere voice.

-Can't physically hold out and can't go for more than two rounds. (Forgive him, he's trying his best.)

-He has zero experience with interface so he can't pull out at all. Besides, it feels more natural to overload inside of you, and he doesn't see the appeal of making a mess of you.

-Using his holomatter is just... No. That was his friend. A really good friend too. No.

-Surprisingly loud and expressive

-Fast and soft

-KINKS:

-Size difference

-PRAISE

-Oral

-Slight bondage

-(He's a simple mech.)

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