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demxnicprxncess · 1 year

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50 shades of grey with sub kit walker and dom female reader please? 🥺

This going to have two parts because I can only to 2 before losing motivation.

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie lmk if you would like to be added or removed my dears.

50 Shades of the Walkers.

I turned down my music in my car, still humming the tune of "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel. I pulled into the little gas station that looked slightly abandoned. I had noticed a brown-haired man with the cutest little face. He looked like he was a little bit of a softie. I smiled as I got out of my car and walked into the shop part. "Hi, do ya think you could help me with the gas?" He smiled and nodded walking down to my car with me. I handed him the cash and watched as he pumped the gas for me. "You're kinda cute." He smiled at me. "Thanks." "I can pick you up after work and we can hang out at my house..." He flashed me a smile again making me return it. After a couple of hours, I came back and seen the same man waiting.

That's how it all started. I met Kit and we were so attached. He'd began sleeping at my house randomly and always questioned what was in my secret room and today would be the day I'd show him. "Now Kit, you can't get scared and try to leave me... I swear to every God there is I would never hurt you." His face looked purely scared for his little life as I twisted the doorknob before opening the door. The room filled with red padded walls a huge bed in the middle, ropes, whips, chains, and even an assortment of hand cuffs are on the walls. I listen to hear any noise, but I don't, it's dead silent. "Kit..." He looked at me eyes wide. I was afraid I had scared away the one man in my life I would trade this whole life for. "Can we use everything in here?" I looked at him slightly taken aback. "Well, uhm sure but not now Kit." I saw him frown a little bit and give me the best doe eyed look he could muster up. "Momma, I just wanna use that bed... and maybe the handcuffs." I sighed getting ready to tell him no again but felt him come behind me and grind against me slightly. "Kit..." He kept whimpering into my ear before moving to place kisses on my neck. "C'mon momma, I'll be a real good boy... you can even peg me.." I looked at him stunned. He had been quite literally so against the idea of me pegging him. "Dear god Kit, you don't mean that. Hush." He kissed me and slowly walked me to the bed. "Well, since we're already here..." I glared at him. "You sneaky little brat." I layed him down straddling him. "Guess I get to peg you." His eyes widened in horror. "Be gentle momma.."

cliffhanger cs im evil like that

#evan peters x reader #evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters imagine #ahs fandom #ahs asylum #sub kit walker #mommy kink #kit walker smut #kit walker x reader #kit walker #demxnicPrxncess #50 shades of gray #american horror story

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violetclarity · 1 year

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The problem with my coworkers having seen me absolutely Going Through It while reading The Golden Enclaves is that now they all want to read the Scholomance trilogy, which would be fine (great, even) except if my coworker starts calling it a girl power story while completely ignoring the social commentary and deep morality of it steam will come out of my ears

#the scholomance #the scholomance trilogy #yeah I loved that every important character except for orion was female but I also have more advanced analytical abilities than this woman #this is the coworker who thinks that twilight is feminist because 'bella gets super powerful at the end'#who (by the same token) told me this week that she didn't like mockingjay because katniss had been so powerful and then got so weak #mockingjay wasn't my fave either but at least I'm able to recognize that katniss didn't 'get weak'#she was UNDERSTANDABLY TRAUMATIZED and dealing with A FUCKTON OF GRIEF AND TRAUMA which impacted her character #also this woman is 50. FIFTY.#which I say only bc one would HOPE that being FIFTY and having a MASTER'S DEGREE and WORKING IN A LIBRARY #that at some point in your life you would have picked up more complicated literary analysis skills #but no. twilight is feminist because bella becomes really powerful at the end.#sure. yeah. why not. I mean like no shade if you like twilight but it can't by any stretch of the imagination be called feminist ANYWAY #she liked spinning silver so I think she'll probably like it but I am gonna have to Brace Myself for those conversations #which is ironic bc all I want to do is discuss these books

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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Books and covers

3 Year Masterlist

Prompt: professional Bdsm/50 shade au Loki x Female!Reader

Loki didn’t exactly make it a secret that he liked to be on top,he always wanted to be the king but everyone always paid attention to his brother. So you weren’t that surprised by how he acted in bed,but somehow you managed to get him to switch. Even though everything was going great,you still hadn’t told him about the secret room in your house.

You were just having your usual movie night. Loki got up to use the bathroom.

“Do you want me to pause it?”

“No,keep going” A few minutes later he came back but didn’t sit down. You paused the movie before turning to face him.

“What’s wrong?” You walked up to him,he grabbed your arm and led you through the house until you reached the bookshelf. You saw that a book had been moved and the secret door behind it was still locked.

“What is this? Why do you even have a secret door?”

“I can show you but I don’t think you’re ready for that room yet. I’ll let you in,if that’s what you really want” He nodded. You pulled out the key from your pocket and unlocked the door,taking a deep breath before backing away. He stepped in front of you and opened the door. He wandered around the room with you watching him.

“Were you going to tell me about this?”

“Yeah,but it was too soon. I figured it might scare you a bit” He laughed.

“You could never scare me,darling. I should’ve know”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover” You joked.

“So what now,do you wanna tie me up or should I tie you up?”

“You could started by” You moved closer to him “Kneeling”

“What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself”

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki #loki smut #loki fanfic #loki imagine #50 shades au #marvel x reader

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bookwyrminspiration · 10 months

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for some reason whenever I read 50 shades I get a mild headache

#50 shades trilogy #it might be my 'reading too long' headache #but anyway. i will be doing nothing with this information and continuing onward #2 books left...I can...I can imagine the light at the end of the tunnel...

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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Genuine question: would you ever want to write a book? I mean to be published? Because I totally think you could

i haven't considered it seriously tbh

i've been told so before, but idk. who knows !

if suddenly Safe Haven is in stores as a book, y'all would keep my secret, right???

#imagine i publish a book and people find out it was originally kpop fanfiction #a la 50 shades #makes me laugh thinking about it #anon #ask

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baluciarz · 1 year

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gerita 365 days AU but it's actually good because it's not a cringe self insert and would be rewritten to make sense plot wise but I'd keep the huge ass portrait the mafia boss made that was funny

#it's not an attack on anyone's AU #it's an attack on that polish bootleg of 50 shades of grey book #gerita would make it work #imagine italy just having a like 50x100 portrait of germany in his house #gerita #hetalia #hetalia au

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jdms-flat-ass · 22 days

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And I’d make sure that man gets taken care of every damn day. I be cancelling my takeout order for his sausage and cheese charcuterie board 😮‍💨🤤 (unless you lick around the hood on the inside don’t talk to me)

#no context comments #negan #peepaw supremacy #50 shades of peepaw #the peepaw tummy #pathetic old man #old man hottie #i love peepaw #negan the walking dead #the walking dead negan #negan imagine #negan fanfiction #negan twd #negan x oc #negan smith #twd negan #negan x reader #negan x you #negan smut

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aclii · 2 years

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when the version of characters that lives in your head is so ooc they barely resemble the source material you can really just write fanfic and then select all on the character names and change them and boom you wrote an original story

I'm so good at writing you don't even know

#your mileage may vary #on one hand that's what 50 shades did #not that it's a shining example of great literature #on the other hand #imagine reading a published book and it slowly becomes increasingly obvious that it's like #fluttershy x discord au fanfic with the names changed

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temis-de-leon · 3 months

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Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 2

Characters: Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, one of these girls is actually really stupid, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), nightmares, implied death, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, still ooc but i had even more fun

Satan

Your boyfriend looked more offended than you ever had the chance to feel.

The cashier at the bookstore barely had the time to say anything about her supposed romance with the demon before he appeared in his signature pose: a hand in his hip and the other one over his chest.

He had been a regular for years and you didn't know if the girl had been delusional enough to believe she had something with him or if she was just jealous and wanted to make you feel bad.

You weren't sure which one was sadder.

"Am I hearing this correctly?" he said with spite, distracting you from your own thoughts "Are you so daft you were considering me reciprocating your feelings?"

The girl lowered her gaze, clearly embarrassed, and for a moment you felt guilty. Maybe she really thought she had something mutual going on with Satan; a crush that went too far in her own imagination.

She proved you wrong, however, when not only did she give you a side eye, but also said the most stupidest thing one could ever muster.

"Well, obviously you are so daft you chose them over me"

You couldn't waste time on feeling hurt; not when Satan was showing his fangs, letting his tail scratch the floor as it lashed behind him. As hot as he looked like this, it was not the moment nor the place to show his demon form in a fit of rage.

The stupid cashier seemed proud of getting a reaction out of him, finally catching his attention. Maybe she was a demon of wrath too? Maybe that's how she flirted with other demons?

The poor thing would be lucky if she ever lived to see another day.

Let her discover that fact on her own.

"She's not worth it, Satan" you urged, pushing him to the door "Let's go to that cat cafe you mentioned earlier. You said they had new kittens, right?"

That seemed to do the trick.

He looked at you with love, still mixed with anger and bewilderment, but not enough for you not to hold his hand and lean against him.

"I'm sorry, my dear" he murmured, then he spoke louder "Do not believe a word she said"

"I would never"

"Good"

He nodded to himself, like the idea of you believing the cashier was too stupid to even consider it, but neither of you could ignore how his hand stiffened in yours for a second.

"Let's go see some kittens" you said in a singing voice, leading him in the street towards your destination.

You failed to see the adoration in his eyes.

Asmo

This succubus dated Asmo long before you were even an idea in your parents' minds and she wanted you to keep that in mind.

She wanted you to know that everything you knew, she knew better (a blatant lie) and that Asmo preferred experience over novelty (ew).

"I remember the times we went to the sauna and... Oh, sorry, does he take you to the sauna?"

"He invited me a couple of times, yes" but I had to say no or else I would've boiled alive.

"And does he...?"

Does he. Does he. Does he.

He does. HE DOES. HE DEFINITELY DOES.

In which moment did you think going to The Fall was a better plan than doing each other's skincare routine while making fun of 50 shades of Grey?

The both of you could be criticizing that poor excuse of BDSM right now (before recreating the correct version), but, instead, Asmo was ordering the girliest cocktail ever made while this Camila Cabello wannabe harassed you.

"...that was a little joke between us"

Lord Diavolo she just kept going.

"I'm so happy you remember so well your past relationship with him" you intervened with a strain in your voice, "but maybe it's time for you to stop and leave"

The succubus smirked with a smugness that made your innards burn from the inside out.

"Don't get jealous! I'm sure he loves you too"

Oh my Lord.

The lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch.

"Hon', look at this!"

There he came, your savior, dressed in a skimpy dress with hands full of shimmery drinks and a glint in his very beautiful loving eyes.

"They didn't have human beverages, but I swear the taste is impeccable, you'll love it! Just let me take a picture for Devilgram first"

Camila Cabello, as you had finally decided to call her, cleared her throat in search of the demon's attention. Asmodeus looked in her direction, obviously trying to remember who she was.

"Asmo, baby!" she was nothing but a smile full teeth and a mission. Her gaze a little desperate "Remember me?"

Her determination died, however, when Asmo's expression turned shocked after studying her. He grasped his chest in sorrow as he asked the funniest question you could hear at the moment.

"What are you wearing?"

Camila Cabello was finally at a loss of words and you briefly wondered if this had ever happened to her.

"If you're gonna meddle in my relationship with MC at least take effort in looking decent"

His expression was sweet, saccharine, but there was an underlying seriousness in his voice.

He was so beautiful. And he was all yours.

Beel

She was one of the boys, apparently. Beel had definitely never mentioned her, but the girl only laughed when you told her that.

"Wow, controlling much? Does he have to tell you about every friend?"

Well, no, Beel didn't have to inform you about everyone he's ever met, but your boyfriend was sweet enough to want you in every aspect of his life, thus introducing you to his friends, his teammates and even his gym bros.

Definitely not to this girl.

You looked at her in disbelief, licking your teeth with a calculating glance. How much would Beel care if you hit this airhead with a dumbbell?

"We hang out together almost every day" she boasted, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger "It's not even weird for me to be in the boys locker room"

Were you strong enough to throw a dumbbell?

Surely she'd rather be with them instead of you if she was 'one of the boys', no? Why would she be in the bleachers with you, waiting for the team to finish their training, when she could be in any other part of the field doing exercise or playing for another sport?

"I'm not making you insecure, am I?" asked the girl in poorly faked innocence "If he loves you so much you should have nothing to worry about"

"Oh, I trust him" you assured her, but you didn't sound as confident as you wanted to. Although Beel never gave you any reasons to doubt him, it was difficult to defend your relationship when this girl was so convinced everyone was in love with her.

"That's so cool"

You decided to ignore her and her mocking tone, hoping to end the conversation right there, but she just kept talking. It was obvious she wanted to get under your skin.

For what? you wondered. Did she expect Beel to leave you if she batted her lashes fast enough? Did she know Beel at all??

"Oh, Beely!"

You cringed with a scowl visible to everyone around you. Some of Beel's teammates laughed at your missfortune, while the others, the ones you liked best, turned around in horror and left without a second glance.

Wether he was oblivious or just didn't care, Beel wasted no time in running towards you with a smile on his face.

"Did you see me?" he asked, looking up to you with a boyish grin and brightened eyes.

"I'm always looking at you"

Beel blushed, his smile still obvious in his face, but he couldn't get another word in before the girl talked again.

"I was looking at you too"

You rolled your eyes and Beel immediately stared at you with a curious glance. He hummed in response, ignoring her once again as he reached out for your hand to caress your knuckles.

"There's a new limited edition menu in a restaurant near RAD"

No questions added nor needed. You smiled at him and nodded, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss it. A promise for later.

"Noo, we used to go there so much..."

"Can you stop?" Beel interrupted her with a deadpan expression "You're making MC uncomfortable"

The girl looked at him in surprise, mouth wide open, clearly not expecting to be snapped at.

She didn't dare to look at you after that.

Belphie

It wasn't the first time you dreamt about this girl and it wasn't the first time you dreamt about her stealing your sloth of a boyfriend.

She wasn't some mystery girl, but rather Belphie's old seatmate, the one he had before you were kidnapped admitted in RAD. A quiet doe-eyed succubus that looked at him like he was the best thing that ever happened to both human and demon mankind.

She'd tried to sit next to him a couple of times with no avail, always getting rejected in your favor. Then, Belphie and you started dating and she stopped trying. You'd innocently thought she'd surrendered.

But not only did she search for him the very few times you guys weren't next to each other, she also ignored you completely when you were there.

Ignoring her back was easier said than done.

And this time, the oniric version of her wasn't just stealing your boyfriend. This time, he was willingly going to her, making your heart hurt so much it made you wake up with what felt like broken ribs.

It took you a couple of minutes to pull yourself together and not push Belphie away when he brought you back to his chest. The image of him kissing her while looking at you was engraved in your mind.

So, although sweating and hurting both from your heart and your confidence, you forced yourself to sleep.

You didn't notice just how awake Belphie was.

Back when you were still friends, you had allowed him to introduce himself into your slumber each time you had a nightmare. Images of you dying under the jaws and claws of faceless demons disappeared faster when the real Belphie was there. Ironic, isn't it?

He tried to stop every single one of them, but sometimes he was so deep in his own dreams it was proved to be impossible.

You thought this was one of those occasions, but, alas, you were wrong.

Days passed without any new event and Belphie mentioned nothing about your initial irrational coldness towards him, which made you feel a tiny bit better. Eventually you'd get so embarrassed about the situation that you had no other option but to dote on him like the brat he was, leading to a whole weekend sprawled over his bed in the attic.

The girl was still there, although not as persistent with Belphie, and she avoided you like the plague, with fright in her eyes.

So he did something about her, didn't he? But how did he know? And what did he do? You wanted to ask, curious as ever, but as time went by and the eyebags under her eyes started to occupy her entire face, you decided against it.

Barely a month later she disappeared without leaving trace. And since Belphie didn't even acknowledge her at all, why would you?

Tagging a little more: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae

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headspace-hotel · 2 years

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The day before yesterday I got to try a ripe pawpaw for the first time.

Someone else was supposed to come in at the center, but I was in the mood to be alone, so I fucked off into the woods at the earliest available opportunity, looking to collect more hickory nuts.

I hiked about two miles down the trail, seeking to find a little-used path as far from the center as I could reasonably make it. I was five or ten minutes down a fork in the path heading down a valley when I unexpectedly smelled something familiar: the scent of ripe pawpaws. I only knew that scent from having come upon a rotten one several days back on the trail.

I had seen pawpaw trees on the way up, but I looked around and saw nothing. I indulged a beast-like impulse: I sniffed. I turned until I was facing the direction of the scent and moved towards it. And I saw, about 50 feet away down the hillside below...a pawpaw grove

Some interesting facts about pawpaws:

The pawpaw is the largest fruit native to North America, known for its "tropical" flavor. Despite being reputed to be delicious, it is not found in grocery stores due to the fruits being far too delicate to ship without spoiling. A few people farm them, but otherwise the only way to get one is to come upon one growing wild, which is rare, because the opossums love them.

Pawpaw trees are hard to grow and take 10-15 years to produce fruit, but you can see wild ones in mature and well managed woods of Kentucky. They are small, barely trees, only about 15-20 feet tall, with trunks only a bit bigger around than a circle you can make with your index finger and thumb. They almost always grow in clonal colonies, groups of many trees that are all clones of each other due to being propagated from the roots of existing trees. They are also strictly understory trees, growing in the shade of much larger trees.

Now, an interesting fact about Eastern Kentucky: At the fringe of Appalachia, and even into parts of the Outer Bluegrass, the terrain frequently turns into very steep rolling hills.

It's hard to notice if you are in more cultivated areas that have been leveled out more, but in wilder parts you can seldom just casually walk in a straight line through the woods. Unless you are following the contour of the hills, you are either sliding and gripping saplings to slow your descent or you are climbing on all fours.

Such was the hill below me, descending at roughly a fifty-degree angle into the pawpaw grove.

I was going to get me some fucking pawpaws.

I climb down the hill by a combination of scooting, sliding, and scrabbling. After a few minutes of struggle I am standing in the pawpaw grove, alone, scanning the branches with my eyes.

The ground is littered everywhere with pawpaws, some very rotten. I see only two or three fruits remaining in the trees, and I walk around giving each tree a good shake, thinking to myself about how this is certainly an experience shared by millions of years' worth of primate ancestors before me.

After nearly ten minutes of (literally) fruitless tree-shaking, I start to eye the fallen pawpaws on the ground around me.

Some of them are perfectly fine-looking. The skin hasn't even been broken into. I pick one up.

It is very soft, but not squishy like something rotten. It is about as long as my index finger (my hands are small) and oblong. Its smooth skin is pale green and spotted with brown like a very ripe banana. I tear the skin back and give the creamy orange insides a test lick.

Friends.

It was transcendent.

Imagine the most perfect ripe mango, but with a flavor that is more banana-like, mellow and creamy and mild instead of tangy. The texture is perfectly smooth and soft unlike any other fruit. You can lick it and it will just melt in your mouth.

I am autistic and a very picky eater due to the difficult textures of many foods, and this fruit has the perfect texture. Mangos are already one of my favorite foods and this is somehow even better. I remember, deliriously, that farmers are seeking to improve pawpaws for possible commercial production, and it seems like the height of foolishness there in the pawpaw grove. There is no possible way wild pawpaws could be improved. All of creation is tainted by the Fall of Man, except for fucking pawpaws, because they are beyond the earthly tier of fruits.

I lick it like a dog going crazy on a Kong full of peanut butter until it falls apart in my hands and start scanning the ground for another.

They are all perfectly ripe and mostly untouched by bugs or creatures. I start just squishing them in my hands and licking the creamy insides. I am just planting my face in these fruits like some kind of animal. My face and hands are covered in pawpaw squish.

I go through like ten of them before returning to my senses. I've been thoughtlessly wiping my hands on my pants, and they are now more soiled than the clothes of the messiest toddler. I feel primal and connected to my ancestors. I have truly earned my Primate Card.

My mom said in the car that I smelled very strongly of something (pawpaws) so it's safe to say that literally every person I passed on the way back down the trail got a good whiff too, and likely connected it to the Pawpaw Squish that was basically all over me.

Regrets: None

#nature #fruits #pawpaw

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