#kink prompt fill

[im-his-druidess]

As I mentioned in this post here Thomas is insatiable for you so sleepy sex/cuddlefucking is a constant thing.

GIF by godzillawillsaveus

But because of this you are often left exhausted and he does, in his own twisted way, care deeply for his pretty little flower, so he tries his best to take care of you and leaves you alone throughout the day if he's been especially handsy the days previous.

At night, however, he just can't help himself.

You are so soft and sweet looking. Pliable and warm. Thomas will cuddle up closer to your back, nuzzling into your hair with happy sleepy grunts as he's dragged from his dreams as whatever woke him up fell to the back of his mind, and he's pawing at your body as if by instinct. He's more gentle as he guides the blunt swollen head of his cock into your small cunt, the tight squeeze forcing you awake with a whine, and he's huffing into your ear like an animal as he rocks against your body in an almost soothing motion that soon relaxes you.

You are eventually lulled back into a state of in-between sleep and awake. Everything blissfully fuzzy as pleasure slips down your spine just like a warm Texas breeze that you've grown to love before simmering low in your pelvis and Thomas cups your breasts with another happy sound in the back of his throat before settling into a slower rhythm that had you sinking even further against him and falling back asleep.

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[wreckedandpolemic]

6,98,99. Sorry for the multiple numbers, they just work so well together.

Also love your work!💜

my kink is karma - matty healy

(mdni) in which your ex wants to give you a birthday treat. too bad for your boyfriend. 2099 words.

warnings: cheating, semi-public sex, daddy kink

Firstly, you’d like to say that you’re not a spiteful person, thank you very much. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good to run into your ex drinking alone while celebrating your birthday with your friends and your shiny, new boyfriend. Matty salutes you with his glass when you spot him, and you ignore him pointedly. He won’t fucking leave it alone, though — that’s always been his problem.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine,” says Matty, low in your ear as you go to order yourself another drink at the bar. You hope he doesn’t notice the shudder that runs through you at the sound of his voice. “Whatever she’s having on my tab, yeah?” he adds smoothly, and you roll your eyes. 

“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll have a bottle of the most expensive champagne you’ve got,” you grin. What? He’s got the money for it, and you aren’t going to turn down a free drink on your birthday, of all days. Matty shrugs when the bartender looks at him to confirm, and she hands you the bottle in a cooler.

You turn to leave, go back to your friends, but Matty takes hold of your wrist, gentle enough that you could break out of it. Something stops you, though. “Happy birthday,” he mutters. “Thought about callin’, but…” he blows out a breath. “The way we left things, I didn’t know if you’d wanna hear from me.”

Feigning casualness, you shrug, pretending like the reminder of your heart-wrenching breakup doesn’t tear at you all over again. “Yeah… Well, you’re here now,” you say matter-of-factly. “How’ve you been?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. Over the last six months, you’ve taken some kind of twisted pleasure in keeping tabs on him, in watching his life fall apart.

The two of you split in April, leaving you forced to move out of the apartment you loved that was in his name, nine days after you’d paid your half of the rent. June, he got arrested in a drunken bar fight; July crashed his car, the car he loved more than almost anything, leaving it completely written off; August, the girl he’d been seeing since suspiciously soon after your breakup left him with no warning. Meanwhile, you’ve had a promotion, gotten into the perfect relationship and everything is falling neatly into place.

Your reaction to him being around is involuntary, you tell yourself, fucking Pavlovian. You were together for three fucking years, of course your body still responds to him. It’s still learning what it’s like to live without him. Matty sighs, and you jolt out of your reverie as you remember you asked him a question. “Not great,” he admits. “Drinkin’ alone on a Friday night not tip you off?” he says, bitterness tracing his tone. “And yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been great,” you say blithely. “I’m making great money, I’m in love, properly this time,” you can’t resist adding. “And you just bought me a bottle of champagne and told me everything sucks for you! What more could a girl want on her birthday?”

Matty scoffs. “You’re still the same,” he says coolly. “Bratty when you’re not getting fucked right, huh?” he adds, your stomach swooping at his words.

You don’t know what makes you admit it, some heady combination of mixed drinks and Matty’s presence for the first time in months overcoming all sense, but you murmur, “M’not. He’s not as good as you. S’the only thing I miss.” You try to weaken the admission.

Matty’s eyes light up, and you groan internally. “Is that so?” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stumble towards him when he tugs on it, a sickening pulse of arousal dripping down your spine. “Got everything you want, huh? Even down to your perfect little boyfriend. But you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” he breathes, something hard and dangerous in his tone, your heart thudding traitorously as he leans closer. 

“I… That’s not true.” you say, but the wavering of your voice betrays you, and he smirks wickedly.

“You can’t lie to me, baby. I know you too well.” The statement lodges in your throat like you’ve dry-swallowed a pill, the truth ringing disgustingly clear. “What do you say? You want one last good fuck, for old times’ sake?”

You should pull away. You need to pull away. You have to pull away. But you can’t. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you say. Matty’s eyes darken, but you know he took note of the most crucial element first: it wasn’t a refusal.

“I never cheated on you,” Matty says seriously. “I did a lot of other shit, I know I did, but not that. Never that.”

You swallow hard. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“One more time. One more fuck. I need you out of my system,” you breathe, and you could almost cum from the filthy look on his face. Guiltily, you slink to the bathroom, casting furtive glances around and praying nobody spots you trailing after Matty and slipping behind a locked door.

Matty slams you against the door the second it shuts, devouring you in a harsh kiss, teeth and tongue sliding together almost violently. Having his hands on you again feels horrifyingly good, nauseatingly familiar. He’s hard, you can feel as he presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically into his mouth. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Matty groans, like he can’t help himself. “Makes me sick. Been fuckin’ dying for you, baby.”

“So hurry up,” you snap. “I know you’re here alone, but I have people who care, and not much time before one of them notices I’m missing.”

“Such a brat,” Matty teases. “Need a good fuck to shut you up, yeah? S’alright, baby. Daddy’s here now. Gonna give you what you need.” The bottom falls out of your stomach and his words, a helpless, strangled moan escaping you. “Oh, missed your Daddy, have you, darling? Not given your little boyfriend my name, right?”

“N-no,” you stammer. “He… he wouldn’t understand. You’re my Daddy, couldn’t replace you.” Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your mind dizzy with desire, the words spilling from your lips without permission.

You’d forgotten how it feels with him, how Matty gets you sick with lust, thick and palpable in the air of the small room. “Good girl,” he croons. “Bend over for Daddy, yeah? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

You obey, the sight of your reflection sickening. You look fucked-out already, flushed red and panting. Matty’s hands come to rest on your hips, stroking appreciatively over the curve of your ass and pushing your too-short dress up around your hips. Torturously slow, he pulls your panties off, motioning for you to step out of them when they hit the floor. “I’m keeping these,” he says, slipping the scrap of lace into his pocket. “Something to remember you by, yeah?”

Wrapped up in his touch as you were, the reminder that this is a one-time thing shocks you like you’ve been doused with ice water. Right now, you don’t have a fucking clue why you even broke up, not when his fingers are so achingly close to your dripping core. “God, Matty, please!” you choke out, widening your legs desperately. 

“Give me a minute, baby. Missed this pretty cunt so much. Gotta make sure I don’t forget a thing, if this is the last time m’gonna get to have you.” He brushes his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the barest touch over your swollen clit. Meeting your gaze in the dingy mirror, Matty wraps his lips around his wet fingers, moaning exaggeratedly as he sucks them clean. “God, missed the way you taste, darling. Sweetest fucking girl I’ve ever had,” he promises, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You squirm, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. You hear the sound of a foil wrapper tearing open, and before you can process, Matty slides into you, your knees buckling at the sudden fullness. “F-fuck,” you whimper, the feeling of being wholly surrounded by him familiar as he thrusts deep into you, pleasure cascading over your bones.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name,” Matty promises, shushing you soothingly as you whimper. His hips slam against yours, ecstasy flooding your veins as your thighs bash against the sink. He fists a hand in your hair, dragging you up to meet your own gaze in the mirror. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how gorgeous you are, falling apart on my dick. Right where you should be, hm?” he murmurs, heat flooding your belly as you watch yourself take his cock over and over. “He could never fuck you like this, huh? Whose girl are you, really?”

“M’yours, Daddy. Yours, still yours, all yours,” you babble, cunt clenching wantonly around him as his smirk grows and his pace speeds. You moan horrifyingly loud when he hits that spot inside of you, too dizzy with desire to control your noises.

“Shh, baby, shh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah? Can’t let anyone know what we’re doin’ in here, that this lying fucking bastard has you split open and begging on his cock.” He throws your words from your final fight back in your face, pinching your clit meanly and fucking you deep. You can’t hold back another whimpering scream, and he scoffs. “Needy little whore can’t keep quiet, huh?” he murmurs, sliding two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you suck on them, your moans muffled as saliva pools under your tongue.

Heat scorches through you, every thrust of Matty’s hips and grunt that falls from his lips sending an illicit spark of pure pleasure racing up your spine. You can’t think, can barely breathe, choked in desperate lust that drips out of you and soaks him. He’s right, you can’t remember anything but him, his name circling your head, denting your brain out of shape. Nothing but Matty, Matty, Matty. “This fuckin’ pussy drives me insane, baby. Always so wet for me, so wet for your Daddy. Could have this all the time, if you wanted.”

His words cut through the fog in your mind as Matty slides his fingers free from your mouth to let you answer. “What do you mean?” you stammer, your disloyal heart skipping a beat.

“We had issues, yeah. But we were good together,” Matty murmurs, rubbing distracting circles into your clit, training you into giving the right response. “I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last six months. About us.” He slams his hips against yours on the final word, pleasure roiling in your stomach, every muscle in your body stringing taut. “I want another try. I know it would be better this time. I’d be better,” he promises, nails digging possessively into your hips.

“Matty, I–” You’re at a loss for words. His face crumples almost imperceptibly; if you weren’t so attuned to him, you wouldn’t have known.

“S’okay, baby. Fucked you too dumb to answer, I get it. You wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” You nod wildly, his circles over your clit getting tighter and faster and you whimper helplessly, but you don’t miss how he’s stopped meeting your eyes.

Ecstasy winds around your veins, sticky, hot desire pinning you still as Matty fucks into you. “Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp out, the tension in your body finally breaking, stars going supernova behind your eyelids. Your legs tremble, your entire body going limp as waves of pleasure swirl in your stomach and buffet your organs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Matty murmurs soothingly. “Daddy’s got you. Whenever you want, I’ll be here,” he promises, and a split-second later you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the feeling of his cum spilling in your cunt sorely missing.

It takes a few moments before your legs have stopped shaking enough for you to stand, Matty supporting your waist as you clutch your abused muscles. “We should… I should get back out there,” you say, raking your fingers through your hair in an effort to tame it. You both look well-fucked, the question of how you’re going to explain your absence rattling around your mind. Matty meets your eyes one last time, looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door.

“When you get bored of him, call me. I’ll be waiting.”

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[jokeringcutio]

Menstruation Kink – Grabber x Captured!Reader (Explicit SMUT, Read ALL WARNINGS)

@susiesterling-17 I wasn't sure if you wanted a sweet fic with Grabber taking good care of Reader, or if you wanted perverted smut. I wrote the latter. But if you meant the first, let me know and I'll write you a more innocent and sweet comfort fic as well ;)

Menstruation Kink – Grabber x Captured!Reader

You awoke with a start, the cold air in the basement chilling your bones as you shivered uncontrollably. A sharp pain tore through your lower abdomen, making you wince. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you tried to make sense of the situation. But then, realization dawned on you as you felt the wetness cold and sticky between your legs.

You had gotten your period while being held captive by the Grabber.

"Oh no," you muttered under your breath, fear creeping up your spine. Blood stained the dirty mattress beneath you, creating an unsettling sight. You’d completely missed the start of it, had awoken only when it was already too late.

Panic set in as you attempted to clean up the mess with what little resources you had at your disposal. You scooped with your hands, then tried to flip the dingy old mattress over, but your cramps prevented you from doing that.

"Please, not now," you whispered, desperation tinging your voice.

Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the dirt and grime that clung to your skin. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly powerless in this dank prison. The heavy flow showed no signs of stopping, and you could feel the blood soaking through your clothes.

"Fuck... what do I do?" you muttered, your mind racing with possibilities and outcomes.

Your breathing quickened, each inhale and exhale echoing through the cold, dark space. Time seemed to slow down as you fought to maintain some semblance of control over your body and the situation. But deep down, you knew that it was a losing battle.

"God, please help me," you prayed, your voice barely audible.

You couldn't escape the feeling of dread that gripped your heart, squeezing it tighter and tighter until you felt like you couldn't breathe. The blood-stained mattress was a grim reminder of your captivity, and your thoughts wandered to the mysterious man who kept you here - the Grabber. He wouldn’t be happy, you thought, having seen how easily he was angered.

The basement seemed to close in on you, the darkness pressing against your skin like a suffocating blanket. You shuddered, the air in the basement cold and damp. The pain in your lower abdomen grew more insistent, a cruel reminder of your body's betrayal. You had to do something to clean up this mess.

Dragging yourself from the bloodied mattress, you made your way toward the corner of the room and looked behind it, where you spotted the toilet paper next to the grimy old toilet. It was a small mercy, but one you'd cling to.

"It’s not enough," you whispered, as your fingers trembled while unraveling a length of toilet paper.

Taking deep breaths, you began wiping away the blood, trying not to gag at the scent of copper and mildew that filled the air. Your eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for anything you could use to help your predicament. That's when they landed on the old rugs, dirty and frayed.

"Better than nothing," you muttered, as you grabbed a rug and instantly flinched and doubled over. The pain in your stomach was too bad, and for a moment you feared you’d start to vomit too. But luckily, you managed to keep the bile down that rose within your throat, and you took a few deep breaths before you decided you were in no condition to move the heavy rug right now.

“Damn it all,” you muttered, limping your way back to the mattress to lie down for a moment. Standing there, bleeding all over the floor, would not help your cause. And as you lay upon the bed you moved your hands to press against your abdomen, wishing the pain away.

With tears in your eyes, you grunted. “Please, please, please,” you silently begged. You longed for escape, for freedom, but deep down, you knew that it was all in vain. You gave in, if only for a moment, and closed your eyes.

You would try and flip the mattress as soon as the pain became less. It would have to do.

The sound of footsteps descending the stairs echoed through the basement, making your heart pound with terror. You knew it was him. The Grabber. The man who had taken away your freedom and tormented you for his pleasure. Albert had cleverly kept his name hidden from you, so you knew this man by no other name than the one the media had given him.

"Please... don't let him come down here now," you begged, knowing that there was no one to hear your pleas. The door opened to reveal your captor. His mask covered his face, showing only his chilling blue eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"Fuck," he growled, eyes widening at the sight of the bloody room. He looked around, confusion and anger fighting for dominance in his gaze. "What the hell happened here?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

He must think you’d been trying to murder yourself, you realized with a start,

"Please," your voice cracked, "it's not what it looks like." You could feel your legs trembling beneath you, fear making your words shaky and weak. You bravely tried to sit up, but the cramps made it ten times harder.

His eyes narrowed, searching for any hint of deception. Then, realization dawned on him, and the fury in his gaze softened, if only slightly. "You're on your period, aren't you?" he asked, his tone holding a mix of disgust and pity.

"Y-yes," you stammered, tears threatening to spill over as you lowered your gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

Fear clawed at your insides as you watched Albert's reaction shift, his eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and sadistic pleasure, and you knew that something much worse than his anger was brewing.

"Please," you whispered, your voice shaking with terror, "please, don't..."

"Quiet," he commanded, stalking towards you like a predator closing in on its prey. The way his gaze roved over the gruesome scene with that twisted arousal only heightened your fear, lending an edge of desperation to your words.

"Please, I...I'll do anything," you stammered, tears streaming down your face as he loomed over you, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers grazed your trembling arm, sending sparks of panic racing through you.

"Anything?" he murmured, his voice dangerously low and laced with menace. "You'll do anything to make up for this filthy mess, won't you? Because you know the consequences if you don't."

"Y-yes," you choked out, barely able to breathe under the weight of his oppressive presence. "Please, just...just tell me what to do."

Albert leaned in close, the lips of the mask brushing against your ear as he whispered his demands. Your heart hammered in your chest, each word sinking into you like a knife, shredding any hope that you might have clung to.

"Good girl," he breathed, stepping back and eyeing you with that chilling mix of lust and cruelty. "Now, let's see just how far you're willing to go to earn my mercy."

"Strip," Albert commanded, the single word slicing through the air like a blade. Your heart raced, blood pounding in your ears as you hesitated, frozen by the cruel order.

"Please... don't make me..." you whispered, pleading once more for mercy that you knew wouldn't come. In response, he merely chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a sadistic desire that left you trembling.

"All right then," he murmured, stepping closer until his body towered over yours, casting a menacing shadow. You shuddered under his gaze, feeling both terrified and strangely captivated by the dominant figure before you. His rough hands gripped your clothes, ripping them away with swift, forceful movements, leaving your vulnerable form exposed to his hungry eyes.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice a guttural purr that sent chills down your spine. "So fucking pathetic, so desperate for my approval. It's almost endearing." As he spoke, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal stirring within you, mingling with a fear that threatened to consume you whole.

You wanted to scream, to cry out for someone to save you from this nightmare, but you knew it was pointless. There was no one to hear you, no one to rescue you from the monster who held your very life in his hands. And as much as you hated to admit it, there was a part of you that didn't want to be saved, that craved the twisted dance of pain and pleasure that Albert inflicted upon you.

"Please," you whimpered, unable to look away from those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul. The conflicting emotions swirled within you, a hurricane of fear and desire that left you breathless and aching for the touch you dreaded.

"Quiet," he snapped, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced your body to bend to his will. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll be grateful for it." The harshness of his words only served to heighten the storm raging inside you, a perverse mix of dread and longing that threatened to tear you apart.

"Please," you repeated, your voice barely audible as tears streamed down your cheeks. You knew that there would be no mercy, no reprieve from the torment he inflicted, but still, you couldn't help but beg for some semblance of compassion in his brutal touch.

"Pathetic," he sneered, his grip tightening as he continued to strip away the last remnants of your clothes. And as you stood there, naked and trembling beneath his cruel gaze, you couldn't help but wonder how you had come to this point, how you had become so entwined with the very man who should have been your worst nightmare.

The moment you were exposed to his gaze, your heart raced with a mixture of fear and strange excitement. Albert's fingers trailed down your body, a shiver following each touch, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The sheer intensity of his stare weighed on you, yet something within you longed for his touch.

"Get on the bed," he commanded, and you obeyed without hesitation, lying back on the blood-stained mattress. The cold, damp fabric pressed against your bare skin, heightening your vulnerability. Your eyes darted around the dimly lit basement, seeking an escape that didn't exist.

"Spread your legs," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a tremor through your core. You hesitated, but ultimately complied, feeling the fear mingling with a shameful arousal as you bared yourself to him.

"Good girl," he praised, and those words made your stomach twist with both repulsion and an odd sense of gratification. He approached the edge of the mattress, unzipping his pants and releasing his throbbing erection. His eyes darkened, locked onto yours with a predatory hunger.

He positioned himself between your quivering thighs, gripping your hips with bruising force. "Ready or not," he warned, a sinister smirk playing on his lips behind the mask. He didn’t need to remove it for you to know it was there. The glint in his eyes betrayed it all. And then, without further ado, he thrust into you, a guttural groan escaping his throat as he filled you completely.

Your walls stretched with a quelch. Blood coated his cock as he slowly pulled out again, glancing down to admire the mess you had made of him. “Hmm, looks good,” you heard him say, a low but pleased grunt. And then he was inside of you again, stretching you without mercy.

"Ah, please!" you cried out, the initial pain quickly giving way to a searing pleasure that threatened to consume you as he shallowly thrust inside of you. Then deeper and harder, slowly picking up a pace. You tried to claw at him, tried to breathe, as his thrusts became more forceful. Each powerful stroke sent shivers down your spine and left you gasping for breath, your entire being focused on the sensation of Albert inside you.

"Look at me," he demanded, his grip tightening on your hips as he continued to pound into you with relentless ferocity. You met his gaze, your eyes brimming with tears, but unable to look away from the man who held your life in his hands.

"Such a good, obedient girl," he whispered, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. Your heart clenched at the praise, even as your mind screamed at you to resist, to fight back against the twisted pleasure that coursed through your veins.

"Please... I can't..." you whimpered, your body trembling from the overwhelming sensations, both physical and emotional. But Albert merely chuckled.

"Too bad," he murmured behind the mask. Without a warning, he pulled back. You gasped, stared up at him, and waited for what was to come next. And as you expected, he thrust inside of you hard, hitting you deep, bruising the entrance to your womb with his hard cock. The force of the impact sent stars dancing across your vision, and you couldn't help but moan, your body surrendering to the brutal rhythm he set.

"Take it all," he growled, and something within you snapped, leaving you utterly at his mercy, embracing the pain and pleasure that threatened to engulf you whole.

Your body ached. Albert's thrusts slowed and his grip on you tightened possessively. He was going to come, you realized with a shock. And so were you.

Warmth flooded your insides as Albert came with a groan. Your walls pulsed around him as you cried out. The moment seemed to last forever, with him resting his head against you, his hips still against your own, his cock pulsing and your pussy milking. Once he was done he slipped out, cock leaving a trace of mixed juices down your thigh. You didn’t care about it much. You knew there’d be blood, and the mattress was already stained beyond repair.

"Grabber..." you whispered, though you couldn't be sure why. Were you pleading for mercy? Begging for understanding? Or was it simply an acknowledgment of the twisted bond that had formed between you and this man who held you captive?

"Shh," he murmured, nuzzling against your neck as if to soothe your frayed nerves. But his touch only served to heighten your inner turmoil, your heart clenching with a mixture of fear, desire, and shame.

"Please... let me go," you managed to say, the words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. You knew they were futile, nothing more but a desperate plea for a freedom that seemed further out of reach with each passing moment.

"Never," Albert growled, the possessiveness in his tone sending a shiver down your spine. "You're mine now, my sweet little captive."

The thought sent a sickening jolt of arousal through you, even as your mind screamed in denial. How could you crave such darkness? How could you find comfort in the very thing that brought you so much pain?

"Please... I don't want this," you whimpered, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. But Albert only chuckled, his mask cold against your ear.

"Your body says otherwise," he taunted, fingers tracing a path up your trembling thigh, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "Such a good girl, always so responsive to my touch."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay. You refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you completely broken, even as your body betrayed you time and time again.

"Please," you whispered, desperation lacing your voice. "Have mercy."

"Mercy?" Albert mused, his grip on you not relenting as he considered the word. "You don't understand, do you? I'm showing you mercy right now. I could have ended your life so many times, but I chose to keep you here instead. To possess you in every way possible."

His words sent a fresh wave of terror through you, even as some dark part of your soul clung desperately to the fragile connection that existed between you. You wanted to hate him, to loathe every fiber of his being. And yet, there was an undeniable allure to the power he wielded over you.

"Please..." you breathed, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill over. He paused for a moment, his eyes studying your face with unnerving intensity.

"Rest," he said finally, his tone softening ever so slightly. "We'll talk more later."

And so, with no other choice, you lay spent and exhausted in Albert's arms. As your eyelids grew heavy and sleep began to claim you, your mind swirled with a mix of pleasure, shame, and a growing sense of entrapment. Were you ever going to get out of here? ~ Fin ~

#submission #anon answered #prompt fill #grabber x reader #grabber x you #menstruation kink #kidnapped reader #slasher x reader #albert shaw x reader #reader x albert shaw

[satancopilotsmytardis]

20-Fake it until you make it?

But instead of it being faking that you are orgasm, be faking that you’re not having one? 👀 Take that as you will LMAO.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Shigadabi

Content: Porn Star AU, Daddy kink, CNC/Rape roleplay, face-fucking/rough oral sex, cum eating, humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole spanking, forced feminization, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, facial

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Dabi has been a porn star for six years. Ever since he turned eighteen and his father wanted him to go off to school somewhere and stop bringing any further disgrace on the Todoroki name after how much bad press they caught in the wake of the Sekoto Peak incident. Dabi, of course, immediately started to look for the worst thing he could do that wasn't illegal and he had signed himself up to lose his virginity on camera for Japan's premiere queer porn site. 'Dabi' was technically his stage name, but he wasn't hiding anything else plus his burns are so distinctive, and after years of the Todoroki's being in the public eye, he was damn certain that everyone would know exactly who he was. He went to his first shoot, didn't get off, got paid, and waited. It only took a week for the scandal to break and his father was livid, but when he'd threatened to kick him out of the family home, Shoto and Natsuo had shot back that they would be the first ones to head over to the tabloids and tell them he was homophobic, and so his father just had to silently seethe that he had, over the past six years, secured himself as the best switch on the site. He was making more than enough to move out, but he didn't give his father the satisfaction of finding out that he does have an apartment that he stays at every night he's not home. 

He's a hot commodity because he's got a pierced dick, a fire quirk perfect for temperature and wax play, and he's 'exotic-looking' for people who want more of a bad boy type. And he's been doing this for six years, and hasn't ever once actually cum on camera. He's not sure if it's because of his burns and fucked up nerves, or because he's too focused on this being a job, or what. But in professional circles, he's made a name for himself because of that too. The plus side is he can stay hard for ages and get his scene partners off as many times as they want him to. He also doesn't have any issues with cock rings, plugs, or chastity cages on him in a scene, and he's gotten absolutely masterful at faking his orgasms. There are already methods employed to make ejaculation look more excessive for the cameras, and he's fine with using those methods on camera. Because the thing is, as soon as he gets off-camera, even if he decides to actually fuck one of his previous scene partners in his free time, he doesn't have an issue orgasming then. He used some of his significant pay to try to see a few different therapists about that, but none of them had a real explanation for it, and given he was constantly getting tested and ensuring his sexual health was perfect with his doctors, and didn't show any other performance issues, he just shrugged it off. He doesn't get off on camera, but he's a perfect performer otherwise, and the directors that will work with him have absolutely made their money back a hundred fold, so they aren't complaining either. 

Giran does look like he's going to burst a blood vessel in his forehead as he finds out that Muscular's STI test is out of date and they'll have to reschedule the shoot until tomorrow while he goes and gets tested today. That's really no skin off his nose. He doesn't like doing scenes with Muscular, the guy is just gross in a way that has him just waiting for something to come out about how he's treated his fans, or an ex, or someone else. But Dabi gets paid big, no pun intended, for doing shoots that show off how much of a size queen he can be and Muscular has a quirk that can literally make his dick get bigger while it's inside of him, so they've been paired together for a few shoots. He's just glad that he found this out before he got all into makeup because if he's suddenly got the afternoon free, he's gonna hop over to Natsuo's university and take his little bro out for lunch and to make a nice public scene of the porn star Todoroki corrupting the med student who might actually make something of himself. 

They wrap it up for the day and he heads out. His brother is more than happy to go have a bite between classes and his father is furious to see the pictures of him in his sheer shirt and leather pants, wearing a cockring on a necklace, plastered across the front page of every gossip site by that evening. 

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"What the fuck do you mean he's got--" Giran's face goes red and Dabi thinks that he's in serious danger of bursting two veins today. "That's why he was trying to dodge it yesterday? Fuck that. Take him off our actor list. If he starts a fuss, remind him that his failure to show up with a valid test yesterday means that he was in breach of contract and he's lucky I'm not suing his ass." Giran hangs up and does something Dabi hasn't ever seen him do on set, he pulls out his cigs and lights up. "Pack it in. We don't have a second star." 

Fuck. He was really looking forward to the paycheck for this one. He'll get paid for the couple of hours he sat around the past two days, but he's not gonna get anywhere near the payout that this shoot was supposed to get him. "You know I'm down for a solo scene." Dabi offers. It's such a waste to have rented the space for this, to have everything set up, and not even use it. "We can switch the script to the 'villains' having dosed me with an aphrodisiac quirk and I can use one of the oversized toys?" 

"I appreciate that, Dabi, but the contract was for a two person shoot." 

"Magne?" He offers. They don't normally film together, and he doesn't know if she'll want to take on this role as someone who's supposed to be 'assaulting' him, but she's got a big dick and they have worked together before. Though they have more fun drinking and clubbing together than they do working together. 

"She's booked up for the next two days. Called her last night when shit seemed suspect with Muscular." 

"Shit." 

"Shit." Giran agrees. 

"Um," They both look up when Iguchi speaks, blushing so hotly that Dabi can see it through his scales. 

"Oh? Dude, are you packing something bigger than your boom mic?" He teases lightly. Iguchi has worked sound on every job he's ever taken with Giran and that's been at least fifty over the past couple of years, he's pretty sure joking about what's in his pants isn't going to get him in trouble in this context. 

"Er, not me, um, but I have a friend?" 

"An actor?" 

"Not exactly? He's the owner of La Vénus. He's a professional Dom." 

"Shigaraki." Giran says, which is a name Dabi doesn't recognize, but LV is something he does. A very high-end sex club that he has always steered clear of to avoid any possibility of stalking or harassment, or possible contamination. "We can't wait for an amateur to get tested and teach him the ropes." 

"He's... not a total amateur? He puts on private parties and hires crews so he and his guests can make their own movies if they want to. He makes sure that everyone, including himself, has a current, clean test before they're let in." He scratches the back of his neck, as if that will hide the blush that has creeped there too. "...He had a party last night, so the test is as current as it can be, unless he found someone else after we'd packed up all our equipment." 

"That's something, but we are looking for someone well-endowed. If we just wanted anyone--" 

"He's ten inches soft." 

"Call him." 

///

Iguchi is on the phone for about fifteen minutes before he comes back and assures the group that Shigaraki is on the way. In the hopes that this works, Giran goes to get a fresh contract written up and printed and Dabi starts to get into makeup. He was particularly excited about this shoot because he's supposed to be playing himself. Or more specifically, he's supposed to be the kidnapped kid of a hero who's about to get 'assaulted' so that the kidnappers can leave him broken to be found later. He likes a CNC scene anyway, and one where he was getting fucked by a monster of a cock was definitely appealing to him, even if he wouldn't be getting off to it until he got to watch back the footage on his own. But that means his makeup gets to be a little rougher, and a mascara and eyeliner gets put on that is sure to run when he cries. He had actually used some of the early money to get his tear ducts repaired fully so that he wasn't bleeding on set and freaking people out, and his eyes are way more sensitive now. His siblings tease him for being a crybaby, but the money shot of his big blue eyes all shiny with tears and cum dripping down his face has won him three awards over the years, so he's fine with that. 

They're an hour behind their shoot schedule when Shigaraki shows up. Dabi immediately gets out of his chair so that he can see what this guy looks like and he's a little startled to find a man about his height with long stark white hair. His hair hasn't been that color in eight years. He hasn't seen his mother in ten. But he shakes that disjointed melancholy and tries to take in the rest of him. He's wearing a long-sleeved gray sweater and tight black pants that Dabi is really doubting could hide the monster cock they've been promised, and black leather gloves with the middle finger and index finger cut out of the cloth. The long, wavy white hair falls across his face that's a little longer, a little more oval than Dabi's own, with a birthmark to one side of his mouth, a scar splitting his lips on the opposite side, and another going over one of his ruby-red eyes. And there's... a weird scaly-looking cracked-skin texture all over his mouth and around his eyes that immediately sends Dabi's warning bells ringing. Being clean of STIs isn't the only thing he needs to be worried about, and a rash or other skin condition means this is absolutely not happening. 

Giran converges on him and Shigaraki shakes his hand. "Nice to see you again, Tomura." 

"You as well. I didn't expect it to be like this, I will say." 

"Well we're desperate and according to Iguchi you can fill the role?" 

"I can try." 

They all move over to one of the side areas set up around the rest of the room so that they can discuss the scene, and over the course of the next hour, Dabi finds out that La Vénus has been used as a filming set a few times before, which is how Shigaraki met Giran and Iguchi, and why he's familiar with the general setup even if he's never been an actor on set before. Dabi also learns that the shattered texture is an effect of his apparently, extremely dangerous quirk, that the weird gloves mitigate. They go through the whole contract, what they're looking for in the shots. The plan was only to have two days of filming, one for the bulk of the shots and then a second to do extra material or reshoots if they needed it. Now they only have this location for the rest of the day, and that means they've got to get this done in that amount of time unless Giran can stretch their budget. So after Shigaraki has been fully briefed on how they want things to get set up, what positions, how hard he can go, he gets a glance at the script, but there really isn't much there. The roles were written for him and Muscular, and they've worked together enough that Dabi had more than expected to know what he was in for, but he and Shigaraki do get acquainted as he learns what Dabi's pain threshold is. 

They just move off to the side and he bends over, ass up, and lets Shigaraki bring his hand across the backs of his thighs, over his scars so that the camera won't pick up that he's been roughed up before they get rolling. The other man seems vaguely amused, but he's professional enough, clearly used to this kind of thing in his own professional experiences. 

"What level are you wanting to stay around?" 

"I've got another shoot in a few days, so I'd like to keep it at a five, but you can go up to a seven when the scene calls for it." 

"I can do that." And he levels a blow against the backs of his thighs that makes Dabi's skin tingle and sting from the impact, but it's a good thuddy hit instead of stingy and he considers. 

"Three." 

Shigaraki gives him a few more hits until they're reliably at a five, and one seven so that he knows exactly how high his cap is for this scene. Then they start to get him into makeup and Dabi sits to chat him up for a bit, trying to figure out how to work with him, the same way he normally does when it's his first time filming with someone new. 

"Anything I should stay away from while we're going?" 

"Hmm, not really, I'm fine with everything in the script. What about you?" 

"I like it when my hair gets pulled, and when you're going in for the face fucking thing, go as hard as you can. If a staple doesn't pop out, then it's not hard enough." He wishes he could smoke, but he settles for fiddling with one of the staples on the back of his hand instead. "And I know what the scene is about, but if you can avoid name-dropping Endeavor, I'd appreciate it." 

"I can do that." 

"Good, ‘cause if you don't and I go soft, then that's on you, newbie." 

"What about the--" 

"That's fine. I have never once called that bastard that. It's not gonna take me out of the scene." And then he hesitates but mutters, "And you have a nondisclosure agreement that you had to sign before filming with me, did you read the whole thing?" 

Shigaraki doesn't blink. "I did," pretty sure he did it while he and Giran were going over what to change on set to do this whole thing in one continuous shot. "Every one of your orgasms is faked? That's surprising." 

"You watch my videos?" He deflects, batting his eyelashes.

"More often than I should, is that a problem?" 

"No, I worked with a nineteen year old last month who told me I was his sexual awakening." 

"So how does that work?" 

"You're gonna fuck me through the scenes until you finish, we can take breaks between scenes if you need them, and when we've gotten through the material, at the very end, I'll essentially be cock warming you while our makeup artists fake the final shot with some tubes and some clever angles. Depending on how much you cum, they might also squirt me here and there with a little more of the fake stuff to make it pop on camera." 

"Alright." 

"You're very chill about all of this." 

"I run a sex club, this isn't anything new, though more sterilized than what I usually get up to." Jin comes over to get his measurements for their meager on-set wardrobe and Shigaraki lets him without blinking. "Have you ever been to La Vénus?" 

"Not yet, but maybe someday. What's your security like?" 

"We have a private entrance and exit for high profile guests, and we can assign someone to act as a bodyguard for you if you're worried about harassment. We've also hosted a few meet-and-greets for other actors if that's something you'd be interested in." 

"Really?" Dabi perks up a little at that. Meet-and-greets and cons are great ways of getting some extra cash and keeping his fans happy, but there's only two Adult Entertainment conventions in Japan a year and he hasn't taken off enough internationally to get invited to any other ones. "Sounds like fun." 

"I'll give you my card when you have pockets." He teases lightly, and yeah, the robe he's wearing over his black boxer briefs doesn't exactly have any storage. 

They chit-chat for another half an hour and Dabi is pleased to note when Shigaraki does get changed into the tight leather pants and the body harness that they have to fit him, he's way more cut under the sweater and definitely has a bulge in his pants that he's looking forward to getting very up-close and personal with. With everything set, Dabi loses the robe and gets on set. The bare mattress on the ground looks absolutely disgusting, and it is actually kind of gross because the fake blood and dirt that got rubbed into it to make it dirty is kind of stiff and scratchy in areas, Dabi tilts his head up to get the last little bits of make-up applied, a bit of fake blood around his hairline and dripping down his forehead like he's been knocked out, then the quirk dampening cuffs are locked in place, and the black bag goes over his head. And Dabi forgets about the cameras. 

///

Even footsteps move across the concrete floor towards him and Dabi tenses, reaching for his quirk, and when that doesn't work, he curls in a little tighter on himself, trying to protect himself as the cold air bites against his skin. He doesn't know what this is, where he is, and his voice trembles slightly when he tries to growl, 

"People are going to look for me." 

It's a man's voice that hums out softly as the footsteps stop in front of him, "Oh I'm sure they will. I'm just not sure that they'll find you." His hair is grabbed through the bag and his head is forced up roughly. The pain spikes out sharply enough across his scalp, and Dabi cries out as he does it, and that only makes the man give a low, cruel laugh. "Your heroes are coming to find you. But not before I make sure they see that you're nothing more than a filthy whore who isn't worth saving." He pulls the bag off of his head and Dabi squints, the light here is still pretty dim and diffused, but it's still more than he could see through the dark fabric. "And maybe, if you're a good enough one, you'll still be breathing by the time they get here." 

He whimpers as he looks up at his captor, at how he's already only half-dressed, his cock already stirring as he catches him by the chin to pull his head up. The other man forces him to meet his eyes as his thumb runs across the line of staples in his chin, going up to his lower lip and pulling on it slightly. Just enough to make it part and Dabi squeezes his eyes shut as he trembles. "Don't, please." His voice is small and terrified and his captor is unmoved. "Please, I--I have money, I can make this all go away, no one needs to know--" 

The other man laughs and it's even crueler than the one before. "Never heard a whore beg not to be fucked, but I think you're going to change your tune." The grip on his face goes harder and Dabi cries out as he's forced closer, practically falling into his legs with his limbs bound. "Because if you don't put on a good show for me," he hooks a finger under the edge of one of the staples in his cheek and Dabi gasps as pain starts to tingle out from the punctures. "Then I may get bored and find a different way to pass my time." He pulls a bit harder and Dabi cries out, 

"Stop! Don't, please! I--I'll be good, sir!" He tries desperately. He pulls a little harder and Dabi tries anything else. He knows what sadists like him like. Knows they want to have him be beneath them, "Master," harder still, the staple is barely in place and he has so many. If he tears them all out-- "Daddy!" 

The pressure lessens and the other man looks at him, his eyes shining with his mirth. "He's not going to save you from me." 

Dabi can't move enough to rear back from the implication, and he feels sick to his stomach as he tries to pivot from the violence this man so clearly wants an excuse to use against him. But he makes himself speak anyway, leaning into his touch instead of trying to move away the way he so desperately wants to. "Please, Daddy, I'll be good." He tries to flutter his lashes. "Let me make you feel good, Daddy." 

The grip loosens a bit and he tries to swallow his nerves as he leans forward until he can run his tongue along the leather of his pants, over the half-hard cock beneath like this is all he wants, and not just a desperate attempt to survive. He licks and sucks at the fabric as he tries to settle the roiling in his gut enough to be able to do this without vomiting. His hands, even cuffed together, can move up his thighs as he brings his mouth to his zipper and catches it between his teeth, pulling it down inch by inch, as he looks up at his captor. He smells the familiar musk of arousal even as the other man catches his chin hard again, making his staples bite deeper into his skin and bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. 

"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy, or I'm going to pull out your teeth and then we're going to try this again." 

Dabi whimpers, any fleeting thought of trying to hurt him a million miles from his mind now. "I'll be good, Daddy." He promises again. 

"Prove it, whore." 

He trembles slightly as he undoes his belt and button too, opening his pants completely and... reaching inside to wrap his fingers around him. He's still only half hard as he pulls him free, and he's already huge. Big enough to make his jaw ache, for certain. His cock is thick as well as long, the head flushing, and veins winding beneath the velvet skin of him. It's a big cock, a pretty one too, and if he were anywhere else, if this was any other time, it would make his mouth water. But right now he just feels a little sicker as his own cock starts to stir a bit. He looks up at the white-haired man through his lashes as he presses his lips to his head in a fluttery little kiss, then he really starts to work his mouth the ways he knows feel good. He licks his lips, and presses more kisses around his head and along his shaft as he grows harder and Dabi gets him wetter. He'll need him wet if he wants to get him all the way into his throat without too much discomfort. 

His skin tastes clean, and that hot smell of arousal rolls through him like a thunderstorm. One of his favorite things to do in a shoot is give head, and against the haze of fear still trying to settle over his mind, he finds himself slipping into that space. The place where it feels so good to have the weight of a cock on his tongue and stretching open his lips. And oh, does his cock stretch him now. He's so big that Dabi has to pull off a few times, licking his palms and working his hand along his length as he breathes deep and relaxes his jaw a little more. He needs to do more than that, but the next time he opens his mouth, a hard grip is catching him by his hair and yanking him forward. Dabi's jaw is forced wide, the seam through his lower lip tearing and sending another sharp point of pain through him. And his cock is at the back of his mouth so quickly that he's gagging, even though he can normally fight that reflex. 

The man above him laughs, and the sound is so cruel that Dabi squeezes his eyes shut against it. "You can't even manage this? Those movies must really fake a lot." He says it like he knows all of the times he's failed to get off during a scene and it fills him with a dizzying humiliation. Humiliation that pulses straight through his veins to his cock, that he knows must be hardening visibly in his thin boxer briefs. He rests his cuffed hands against his thighs and does his best to swallow around the massive intrusion in his mouth, running his tongue along a vein he feels pressing against him in the hope of distracting him. "That's better. Show me what a good fuck you can be from this hole and maybe I'll be nicer when I get to the other one, princess." 

Dabi can't help the tears that finally spill over his cheeks as his captor grips his hair harder to hold him in place before he brings his hips back and snaps them forward with enough force that the head of his cock pushes past the tight ring of his throat and into his esophagus without letting him warm up the muscles for the intrusion. It's a sharp agony that steals his breath away, and he doesn't get even a second of reprieve because he's doing it again. He fucks hard into his throat two more times before Dabi manages to follow the brutal rhythm and actually start to swallow around him. 

It hurts, and he hates it, and he's certain that he's bleeding from his lip, positive that if he isn't a little more gentle, then his staples will pull. He's not a whore. He's not a girl. But he's achingly hard as he barely manages to breathe. As he's turned into nothing but a hole for this monster to fuck. Drool spills down his chin and stings the split seam, but he doesn't have a chance to swallow. He must look like a mess, blood, and spit, and tears mingling on his face as he's used, as the world ceases to exist beyond the hard fucking his mouth is being used for. And every time he thinks that he can't take any more, that he can't possibly be this big, he fucks him a little harder, a little deeper, and his throat is a little fuller than it ever has been before without someone using a quirk to fill him. 

And the sounds of it as it happens. God, the sounds are even more filthy, even more humiliating. Every hard thrust has his balls slapping his sloppy chin, and that crack of skin against skin as he makes the most pathetic gulping and gurgles as he's ruined, is enough that Dabi doesn't think he'll ever be able to shed the shame that comes over him. And he's hard. That keeps coming to him, reminding him with every rough movement that makes him shift where he's kneeling. His body doesn't care that this is wrong, that this is humiliating, that he's disgusted by what's happening to him. His filthy whorish body loves having such a big cock in his mouth. It makes pleasure tingle under his skin as the man's breaths grow rougher, as he growls and groans as his fingers knot hard enough into his hair that his scalp aches. 

"That's it, fuck, that's much better. Really can be such a good slut when you're given the right motivation, can't you?" He pushes in harder, but slows down a little. It still hurts, but now he's lingering deep in his throat, and Dabi grows frantic, swallowing around him convulsively in the hopes of getting him out so that he can take a breath. "That's it, baby. Mm, just like that. Fuck, you're so hungry for it, aren't you, princess?" 

He doesn't pull back until Dabi's vision is going black around the edges, and even then he keeps his mouth stretched wide as Dabi tries his best to suck in the air he's starving for while his head leaks all over his tongue. His pre is bitter and salty and the taste of him shouldn't make his undergarments get wetter too as he leaks as well. The man pulls all the way out, his head smearing his saliva and beads of pre over his lips as he loosens his grip on his hair and strokes through it instead, forcing him to look up at him again. "You want it so badly, don't you, baby girl?" 

Dabi squeezes his eyes shut, fresh tears slipping over his cheeks as he sobs weakly. But then the fingers tighten in his hair again and he opens them again, sucking in a breath to plead, "I want it." His voice is scratchy and weak from how raw his throat is from the abuse. "Please, Daddy, I want it. Your cock is so big, it feels so good fucking my slutty throat. I wanna taste your cum, Daddy, please--" He knows all the things he's supposed to say, they come out of him automatically, and he's grateful they do because his mind feels like it’s a million miles away. He can't tell if he's floating or not, but it doesn't matter if he can just be good for Daddy. 

"That's a good girl." A little flicker of pleasure goes through him again at the praise and he opens his mouth wide, relaxing as much as he can. "Such a pretty little whore, so eager to be used even after all that fuss." And Daddy sounds amused as he feeds his cock back into his mouth. He lets him suck and lick at him for a few seconds before he's tightening his grip in his hair. That's all the warning he's given before he's fucking back into his throat, but Dabi puts that warning to good use this time. He's ready to swallow around him now, ready for the roughness that comes and gets more frantic as he tastes more and more pre. 

It only takes another few minutes before Daddy is pulling out of his mouth as his balls draw tight and his cum pulses out of him in thick spurts. The first lands across his lips and his open mouth, filling his mouth with the heat and taste of him, but the next splatters his cheek, his chin, and soon his face is dripping with it as he remembers what other people, partners, directors, performers have wanted from him. He opens wide so the other can see his cum on his tongue and then he swallows it, licking his lips and catching all of it there too. He doesn't like how that part is tinged copper with his blood, but it doesn't matter. Daddy is looking at him with hot red eyes, and he's not hurting him. He thinks that means he's being good. 

"Thank you, Daddy." He slurs. 

"You're welcome, princess. Do you like having Daddy's cum in your mouth?" 

He barely manages to nod weakly. The grip on his hair goes tighter again and he pushes his head down. It pulls his neck sharply, and nearly makes him lose his balance and topple face-first into the concrete. He yelps. 

"Then you'll enjoy cleaning that up, won't you, baby girl?" 

His face burns as he finds that he is looking at a small puddle of the white liquid that had dripped off of his face onto the ground. It's disgusting and Dabi's entire mind twists in revulsion, but his treacherous body doesn't care. His cock is so hard that he's soaking his underwear. He sobs a little harder, but manages a tiny nod. 

"Well then?" 

Dabi leans down and starts to lick up the little puddle and Daddy laughs at him before he starts to move. He doesn't dare look up to find out where he's going, instead forcing himself to lick at the floor, the rough texture of concrete against his tongue as he eats the pooled cum. 

It's not until he feels the thin mattress beneath his knees dip that he realizes exactly where he's moved to and what he's certain is coming next. His suspicions are confirmed when leather clad fingers catch the fabric of his boxer briefs and he tugs them down, exposing him. Dabi starts to lift his head, he wants to beg for the other to stop-- but the air around the room cracks sharply as a preemptive slap comes down over his ass hard enough he cries out instead of speaking. 

The handprint is still stinging on his ass as Daddy takes a hold of that cheek as he spreads him open. "Look at that pretty pink pussy, baby girl. Can't even tell how many filthy cocks you've already had inside of you." 

He flinches, "I-it's not-- I'm not a girl!" The protest gets him another hard slap, but this one comes down between his cheeks, directly against his hole, and Dabi squeals as the pain shoots through him and makes him sob harder. 

"You are whatever I say you are, whore." His voice is a growl laced with menace and Dabi cries harder as he starts to shake so much, sure he's going to be hit again or torn open on his cock. 

"I-I'm s-sorry, Daddy," he sobs. 

"You will be if you keep misbehaving. Clean up that mess." 

He doesn't hesitate this time, licking at the drying cum on the floor like he's starving for it. He's crying hard enough that he must not hear it when the other man tears open a packet of lube. But his fingers are definitely wet with it and so cool when they touch his stinging hole again. Dabi whimpers, the chill of his fingers feeling good against him in spite of himself. He shouldn't like that, it shouldn't feel good when he knows what is coming next, just the way he shouldn't still be so hard from having his throat fucked, but he is. It's a miracle Daddy hasn't noticed yet and even after he's finished cleaning up his cum, Dabi keeps his head down, his teeth biting into his lower lip and making the split worse because those fingers circle and tease his hole. They make him so wet that there's lube rolling down his taint and dripping along his balls like-- like he's got a gushing cunt before he even starts to press the first long finger inside of him. 

Dabi sobs instead of moaning, and he thinks that's the best he can hope for. He doesn't know how long he's going to be able to hold out on that because Daddy starts to move his fingers inside of him, around him, stretching him open and making the nerves inside tingle and start to whine with pleasure as he prepares him for his cock. He whimpers, his thighs starting to shake as he's fucked open. His breaths hitch as Daddy murmurs, 

"That's it, princess, fuck you're so hot here. All that fire under your skin and yet here you are, helpless and desperate for any scrap of mercy I give you." 

He can't find his words before the other crooks his fingers and finds his prostate, and despite everything, he's still so turned on that just the barest touch there has a loud, wanton moan tearing out of his throat. The fingers inside of him stop abruptly and Dabi's whole body goes tight with terror. 

The next second the man's other hand is knotting into his hair again and Dabi is being yanked back, pulled further on the mattress, his torso twisted onto his side, and his pelvis at an angle too, one leg pushed up so that hungry red eyes can see his hole and his flushed, leaking cock. 

"Naughty little slut," the words are purred with the other man's pleasure. "Look at that, your pretty clit is just as desperate to be fucked as your throat and your pussy." Dabi shakes his head weakly, his insides boiling with his shame at his body being talked about like that, but he doesn't dare to protest verbally. He can't say anything at all when Daddy fucks his fingers back into him roughly, adding a third and stretching him wide. 

Moans spill out from his ruined lips as Dabi clutches onto the dirty mattress with his bound hands. He cries harder because he's right. It all feels so good in a way sex hasn't felt for a long, long time. Better than any partner he's been with outside of work, better than his shoot partners for it. It feels good to be degraded and violated by this awful, cruel, handsome man with a cock he's dreamt about having all his life, and Dabi doesn't know how to handle it at all. He just knows he's so sharply overwhelmed that he's terrified that even the cuffs won't keep his quirk at bay and he'll set the bed on fire if Daddy keeps fucking his fingers against his prostate. 

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" 

"So desperate for something else in your pretty cunt, princess? Alright, just ask nicely." His fingers pull out of his hole, but it's the other hand that catches his chin and makes him look out towards something else in the room. Dabi can't see far, his eyes blurred with tears and too much light from that direction making the other end of the room seem like a haze. "Tell the heroes how badly you want Daddy's cock in your pussy and you'll get it, baby girl." 

He shakes his head again weakly. No, he's not a girl, he's not-- Daddy spanks his hole again and Dabi screams from the pain. "No, no, stop, Daddy, don't--" His protests earn him another hit right there and Dabi sobs as he gushes pre against his stomach. 

"Your cunt is getting so puffy, princess." He hums. "Going to hurt even more if I spank you until this skin is the same color as your scars before I fuck you." And he gives him another slap. 

Dabi shatters. "Daddy, please! Please, Daddy, please fuck my pussy! Please, I need your cock, Daddy," he sobs. "It felt so good with your fingers inside. Please, I need my cunt full of your cum! M-my clit is so hard, Daddy, please, please, please!" 

Daddy groans and pulls him up by his hair again so he can lick the filthy words and the traces of his own cum out of Dabi's mouth as he hooks one of Dabi's legs over his shoulder. He barely has time to surrender to the tongue invading his mouth with a whine before Daddy's cock is rubbing against his puffy, aching pussy. He's cool from the lube and that contrast soothes some of the sting while still making the press of his head as he starts to sink in, feel even more intense than it ever has before. Dabi is sobbing again, this time from how good he feels, as he kisses Daddy back messily. His cock feels even bigger stretching open his pussy and he's moaning and whimpering, his whole body shaking, from his pleasure as he sinks inside. 

Daddy pants against his lips, "That's it, baby girl, let me hear how much you like having your pussy raped." 

It's a sharp reminder that he shouldn't like it. That he should be scared, that he shouldn't want more. But he does. He wants it as Daddy bottoms out inside of him. He barely gets a chance to catch his breath, to adjust, before Daddy is pulling almost all the way out and then snapping his hips forward again with the same brutality as he fucked his throat with. He moans and screams, his head thrown back as he's fucked, every movement putting such an enormous pleasure beneath his skin he thinks he may burst around it. 

His throat is raw by the time he's gasping, "Daddy! Daddy! Please!" 

"'Please' what, princess?" Doesn't stop moving so hard into his body even as he speaks. "Good whores ask for what they want. And you want to be Daddy's good whore, don't you?" 

He wants it almost as sharply as he wants, "Touch my clit, please, Daddy! Close, please, need you--" 

"Oh, my sweet little girl," Dabi mewls because the condescending words are only making him need it more. He's so close. "No." 

Dabi whines, fresh tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Because good girls can cum just from having Daddy's cock in their tight little pussies." And he's bound and determined to prove that, because the grip against his body tightens as Daddy angles his hips up a little more, pulls back nearly entirely out of is hole, and thrusts back in hard, making sure that the entire length of is cock moves over his prostate as he fucks him so heard Dabi's insides feel like they're being stirred up. 

He barely hangs on for two thrusts at that new, perfect angle before he's screaming, "Daddy!", as his balls tighten and his clit kicks hard as his orgasm swells through his skin. He paints his release up his chest, splattering his own chin, and tightens even more around Daddy's cock as every cell in his body hums with pleasure. 

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cum, baby. Did such a good job--" Daddy keeps moving inside of him as Dabi writhes as his pleasure goes sharper and sharper on each subsequent thrust until it trips over the edge into pain and Dabi is whining again. Thankfully, it doesn't take much longer after that for Daddy to drive his cock in deep one more time before Dabi is drenched with his cum all over again. 

He is beyond dazed when he realizes that Daddy's pulled out, but there's still something inside of him. Moving around in the mess that is beginning to leak out of his swollen cunt. 

"Open your mouth, princess." 

Dabi follows the command immediately and the fingers pull out of his pussy and move to his mouth instead, dripping with more of Daddy's cum. He doesn't have to be asked, he latches onto the soiled leather as soon as they touch his lips, sucking on his fingers and licking them clean as Daddy smiles at him softly and strokes his hair. 

"You did such a good job, little girl. Such a good girl for Daddy. Showed the entire world how ruined you already are." His head is too full of cotton candy fluff for him to make sense of what he's being told. "Seems like such a waste to kill you now." Daddy's voice lingers for a second and he hums. "I'm sure I can find use for such an obedient whore, so I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?" 

Dabi nods weakly with his fingers still in his mouth. Daddy takes them out and he barely slurs, "Yes, Daddy." 

"Good girl. Let's get going before the heroes come and find your best performance yet, sweetheart." Daddy picks him up and Dabi curls up against his chest, too exhausted to know anything past how good it feels to be held after something so intense. 

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Dabi is fucking boneless when he sort of starts to come out of it enough to realize that someone's wiping the cum from his face, and has wrapped him in his robe. He blinks as he realizes he's just sort of staring at the cables running across the floor to the lights. The cloth touches the edge of a sore staple and he whimpers softly, that little bit of pain making him wince. 

"Sorry," the touch lightens immediately and Dabi looks up to find the voice. Shigaraki tries to be even more gentle as he finishes up. "Here, Giran said you like to have this after you're finished?" He reaches over for the smoothie that he'd brought for the shoot. He hits the button to flip out the straw and brings it to Dabi's lips and he manages to stay coherent enough to take a few sips. The sharp sugary sweetness and coldness of the drink against his tongue has him moaning hazily, taking the cup and trying to get more into his parched throat. "Not too fast, baby." Shigaraki murmurs, stroking his hair softly. Dabi forces himself to slow down. 

It still takes about half of the smoothie for him to fully register that other people are moving around. Lighting people, sound people, people breaking down the set because they must have gotten the shots they needed. Shigaraki is still sitting with him, one hand rubbing along his back, and the other tapping at some game on his phone. 

"Holy fuck," He croaks. 

Before Shigaraki can get a word in, Giran is right in front of him, looking ecstatic. "'Holy fuck'!" He agrees, possibly on the verge of vibrating. "You came! On camera! And the chemistry, you two played off each other perfectly." 

Dabi is still a little too hazy to fully match his excitement. But yeah, yeah that was perfect. He can't remember the last time he was able to slip into the headspace of a scene on camera and not have little bubbles of work break through. But even though Shigaraki had mostly stuck to using Muscular's dialogue, he hadn't felt like cringing out of his skin, and the things he's added-- "I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?"-- he hadn't squirmed to try and get to a better angle for the cameras, hadn't given a thought to if his makeup was running the way it was supposed to or not. He had just been in the scene like this was for fun and not for work and he'd cum on camera. 

"Did we get the shots?" He's pretty sure they must have, or Giran would definitely look more stressed out than happy. 

"We got everything, kid. And you," He rounds on Shigaraki who's hand falls away from Dabi's back. "You should let me get you an agent. Once this debut airs, you're going to be in high demand." 

Shigaraki looks amused, "I don't think I'll have time to do this professionally, but I'm glad that my performance was satisfactory." 

"'Satisfactory'," Giran sounds disbelieving as he shakes his head. "Fucking Christ, you have no idea." He really doesn't. It's a good thing that he's already got a sex club, and Dabi wonders how many more people will be looking to contract him as their dom once this goes live. "Dabi, you good?" 

He gives a weak thumbs up. "Ibuprofen?" 

"I'll check with Mai." He goes away and Shigaraki gives him his full attention. 

"Was anything too much?" 

"You made me cum on camera, I literally don't think that you could have done any better, Shigaraki." 

That gets the other man giving him a small, bemused smile. "You put on quite a show as well. I may be biased, but I think that might have been your best performance." 

He's absolutely biased, but he's also right, and Dabi hasn't even seen the tape yet. "Best one I've ever put on in public, definitely." He hints very lightly as he takes another sip of his smoothie. Oh, he absolutely needs a real shower when he gets home and then he's gonna order a million things to eat before he soaks in the tub until it all arrives. Is that aftercare as good as when he has someone else seeing to his needs after an intense scene? No, but he knows how to make due after all this time. 

Shigaraki reaches into his jacket pocket and Dabi realizes that he's dressed already. "I have to get back to V to start getting things set up for tonight," He explains. But he takes out a card and a pen and scrawls something across the back. "If you decide that you want to put on a meet-and-greet or another live event, you can reach me at the number on the front." He hands over the matte charcoal gray card embossed with red foil that has his name, number and email on the front. Dabi flips it over to the back and finds that he's written another number on the back in red ink.

"And this one?"

"My personal line, if you ever want to have a more private party or dinner sometime?"

Dabi hums. He gets asked out a lot, he gets propositioned a thousand times more often than that. He knows how to play it cool. Shigaraki doesn't need to know that he's committing the digits to memory. "I'll keep that in mind," he says lazily. "Thanks for your work today, Shigaraki." 

"You can use my first name, Dabi." 

"Tomura," he corrects, and pretends he doesn't like how that tastes on his tongue. It earns him one of those slow, approving smiles that makes Dabi want to get right back on his knees for him even though his lips are so sore already. 

"I hope I hear from you soon." And that's all he leaves him with. Dabi watches him head out, stopping to exchange a few words with a blushing Iguchi and a slightly manic Giran before he's leaving the set. Mai brings him the pain meds he'd asked for and he finishes his smoothie before he gets dressed and he arranges his ride. 

If he puts Tomura's personal number into his phone while he waits, then that's not anyone else's business but his own. 

#ask #asks #shigadabi #my writing #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #101 kink prompts #prompt response #prompt fill #shigaraki tomura smut #dabi smut

[izzyrarepairkinkmeme]

[CJ/IZZY+ fake dating] In a last ditch attempt to get Ed to notice/forgive him, Izzy gets Calico Jack to pretend they’re dating. Don’t want: pre-canon, Young!Izzy and Ed

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#prompt #round 1 #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #calico jack #cjizzy #jackhands #kink meme #filled

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

my fandom hot take of the day is that “whump” and “whumpee” are the stupidest terms I’ve ever heard in my life if you’re going to indulge in a little fictional sadism or whatever is going on over there can you not find something that doesn’t sound like the name of a mascot in a PBS kids show?

#Yes I am just being a little hater #but tumblr just throws random posts to my recommended for some reason #and every time I see it I am filled with disdain #how do those prompts even do whatever they’re supposed to do for you #if mid-sentence about graphic gore and psychological torture #you have the character call the person ‘Whumpee’ like a proper noun #Does that not pull you out of it #do you not get anything removed from your weird possibly kink possibly not sadism thing when you have to read ‘whumpee’

[zadrkinkmeme23]

Full 2023 ZADR Kinkmeme Fill Masterlist

We received 22 fills in total for the 2023 Kinkmeme, which are all listed beneath the cut. If you haven't read them already, we'd greatly appreciate if you'd leave kudos or perhaps even a comment on these wonderful fics! Doing so greatly helps our event to thrive.

Please remember that all characters in these NSFW fics are depicted as 18+.

'You, And Me, and Keef.' - After finding out that Zim has asked Keef of all people out on a date, Dib decides to tail them in order to figure out just what Zim's diabolical scheme is.

AKA - Dib's jealous, and has a wank about it.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Keef/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Masturbation, Obliviousness, Jealousy, Unrequited Crush, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Dates, Car Sex, Stalking]

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'Post Blue' - "Dib wanted to tell Zim how nothing had felt right since he left, but he couldn't. The words withered in the back of his throat before they could even fully bloom. But he had to do something to let Zim know, something to convey the depths of the maelstrom that threatened to consume him. Swallowing down all of his common sense, he surged forwards, and pressed his lips to his ex-husband’s."

[Tags: Ex Sex, Closet Sex, Drunk Sex, Post Divorce, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Unresolved Emotional Tension]

An Extended Cut of this fic can also be found here

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'Only Because I Love You' - by Wipmoy

"Oh no! Zim and Dib have been abducted by alien pornographers, who really want some footage of them fucking. And they can’t leave, or else they explode.

Well, that’d probably suck way worse, if they weren’t already secretly into each other. Zim’s pride cannot be vanquished so easily."

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Aliens Made Them Do It, Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Tentacle Dick, Zim Has A Penis And Vagina, Oral Sex, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Unsafe Sex, Swearing]

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'Slightly Less Boring' - by Wipmoy

"Turns out, intergalactic space travel isn't that exciting. Dib thinks he can fix that, though."

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oral Sex, Blowjobs In Car, Blow Jobs, In SPACE!, Road Head, Established Relationship, Choking, Coughing, Flirting, Oral Fixation, Tentacle Dick]

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'Trip My Wire' - After getting stood up on one of their scheduled fights, Zim discovers that Dib blew off their plans to go and hang out with some other hideous human instead.

This won't do. This won't do at all.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Interns & Internships, College AU, Zim is Bad at Feelings, Dib is Bad at Feelings, Frenemies Dib & Zim, Dib is So Done, Jealousy, Stalking, Masturbation, Sexual Awakening, Sloppy Makeouts, Grinding, Coming In Pants, Flirtatious Bullying, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Lovers]

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'Let Him Bite Your Fingers' - A tiny alien flew into Dib’s room and now he’s keeping him.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Micro/Macro, Captivity, Eventual Smut, Eye Trauma, Praise Kink, Dubious Consent, Torture, Blood Loss, Forced Orgasm, Stabbing, Object Insertion, Dib Being Creepy, Come Eating, Mild Gore, Intoxication]

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'Closer' - A fight between Dib and Zim takes a decidedly more lustful turn, forcing Zim to get creative in order to fully conquer his nemesis.

AKA - Zim uses his own slick as lubricant to fuck Dib.

[Tags: Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Alien Biology, Zim Has a Penis & Vagina, Intersex Zim, Slick As Lube, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Edging, Biting, Light Breathplay, Power Play, ZADE]

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'Balderdash!' by SlimySlugJuice - Dib and Zim attend a Victorian costume party. Also, they're idiots.

[Tags: Dib/Zim General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Victorian, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bad Flirting, Aged-Up Characters, No Sexual Content]

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'Twisted Transistor' - Frustrated by his inability to catch and expose Zim, Dib makes a poppet doll of his life-long rival. Now, all he has to do it test it.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Rape/Non-Con, Explicit, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Vibrators, Dib makes a spirit doll of Zim uses it for sexual purposes, Masturbation, Starts off non-con but ends consensual, Aged-Up Characters, Dib Being Creepy, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Public Humiliation, Public Masturbation, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Bathing/Washing, Light Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Cock Rings, Begging, Light Dom/sub]

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'Dwarf Star' - by bachmanroad - Dib wasn't cut out for this.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Unplanned Pregnancy, Complicated Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, (That tag is for Dib btw not their unplanned smeet), Aged Up Characters]

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'Putting My Foot Down' - SlimySlugJuice

'Zim is forced to dip his toes into uncharted waters.'

[Tags - Dib/Zim Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Aged-Up Characters, Foot Fetish, Foot Jobs, Mind Control, Power Play, Dib Being Creepy, Spit As Lube, Verbal Humiliation, Come Shot, Come Eating (Implied), Starts off as non-con but Zim gets into it]

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'Strict Machine' - Fed up with his lab drone's bratty attitude, Taller Dib sends Zim in for "treatment".

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dubious Consent, Fantastical Hysteria, Alien Cultural Differences, Fucking Machines, Vibrators, Irkens Are Terrible, Medical Kink, Public Humiliation, Light Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Forced Ejaculation, Masturbation, Power Play, Irken Dib, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism]

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'Fairground Freak' - Dib is a university student who came to London from the Americas with a not-so-hidden interest in the supernatural and bizarre. He then learns of a new and fascinating creature of unknown origin, and simply must know more.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, Dib/Zim, Alternative Universe - Victorian, Carnival, Nonbinary Zim, Victorian Attitudes, PAKless Zim, Drug Addiction, Strip Tease, Dib Being Creepy]

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'Diet Stripe' - “You will finish this comically large beverage - yes, all of it - and we will wait. Even once you have reached capacity, you are not allowed to void liquid waste until Zim is touching your sossidgemeet.”

“Can you quit calling my dick that?”

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Mature, Urination, Omorashi, No Sex, Desperation Play, Don't Like Don't Read, Submissive Dib, Aged Up Characters]

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'Dib's Game' - After Dib falls asleep in a compromising position, Zim is left trapped in something of a predicament.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Fight Sex, Hate Sex, Light Bondage, Handcuffs, Cock Warming, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Somnophilia, Technically Consensual Somnophilia but Dib falls asleep by accident, Praise Kink, Affectionate Insults, Subspace, Sleep Sex, Ambiguous Relationship, Whether this is ZADR or ZADE with benefits it up to the reader, Predicament Bondage, Aged-Up Characters, ZADRKinkmeme23fill]

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'Straight To Video' - Back on Earth, Dib wouldn’t ever have imagined himself falling into this line of work, but out here, with the opportunity to become anyone and anything he desired, he found it oddly fitting that now he was the one being filmed and spoken of like one of the cryptids he’d spent his whole life chasing back home. 

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Porn Star AU, Sex Work, Aged-Up Characters, Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Desk Sex, Plugs, Alien Biology, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Older Dib, Xenophiliac Dib, Sexual Roleplay, Porn Video, Porn Tropes, Literally Porn With Plot, In SPACE!, Wet & Messy, Squirting, Now with Dib's traumatic backstory, Oral Sex, Riding, Topping from the Bottom, Come Swallowing]

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'What is love?' - “Aliens can't orgasm can they? I can't do anything for you?” Dib asked as Zim crawled onto the couch. He awkwardly shoved his softening cock back into his pants, too tired and lazy to properly clean up. “Considering Irkens have no genitalia, no.” Zim laid his head in Dib’s lap. “Will I ever be able to see whatever 'nothing’ you have down there?” “Maybe one day I’ll deem your puny human eyes worthy.” Dib sighed.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Awkward First Times, Alien Cultural Differences, Queer Themes, Aged Up Characters]

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'Horny Dib, What Will He Do?' - Dib is drunk on some mysterious off-planet sex pollen, what will he do?

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Creampie, Sex Pollen, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis And A Vagina, Mildly Dubious Consent, Smut, Aged-Up Dib]

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'Howl' - Irritated by Dib’s recent strange and cagey behaviour, Zim decides to follow him to a strange house in the woods.

Unbeknownst to him, Dib is a werewolf. And unfortunately for them both, it’s rutting season.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Dib/Zim, Werewolf Dib, Dubious Consent, Werewolf Sex, Accidental Knotting, Knotting, Rutting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Master/Pet, Bottom Zim, Top Dib, No smut in ch1, Eventual Smut]

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'The Exchange' - Zim finds a rare supernatural item that Dib is willing to do *anything* to get his hands on.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dom/Sub, Dom Drop, Top Drop, Unintentional Dom/Sub Dynamic, Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Boot Worship, Spanking, Bondage, Vivisection, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Throat Fucking, Zim Is Bad At Feelings, Bless These Idiots, Denial of Feelings, Pre-Relationship, Adult Dib, Adult Zim]

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'Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand' by SlimySlugJuice

'A rather large Zim winds up in Dib's timeline. Naturally, Dib has some questions regarding the anatomy of his musclebound nemesis.'

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Aged Up Characters, Alternate Timelines, Non-Canon Compliant, Post-Zimvoid Arc, Size Difference, Muscles, Large Cock, Hand Jobs, Come Shot, Come Eating, Grinding, Praise Kink, Coming In Pants, Post-Coital Cuddling, Some canon-typical grossness]

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'Proper Discipline' - All his life, Dib had dreamt of being the one down on his knees. Thanks to The Club, he can finally act out his wildest, naughtiest fantasy.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Irken Dib, Irken Empire, Irkens Are Terrible, Sex Work, Sex Club, Dom/sub, Fantastical Kink, Role Reversal, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Implied Non-con Sex Work, Zim Used To Be A Breeding Drone, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Top Zim, Bottom Dib]

#zadr #zadrkmeme #18+ only #kink meme #prompt meme #fill #masterlist

[luna-baby01]

You had been dreaming of pregnancy for as long as you could remember. Not mere pregnancy. That was too basic for you. No, you desired more than just pregnancy. You wanted to be absolutely stuffed with new life, growing huge, beyond reason if that was what it took. You wanted to waddle, to turn heads in public, to soil shirts with your leaking nipples, to feel the loving kicks and squirms of your brood from within you. To calm them with gentle belly rubs... It was the thing you wanted more than anything. However, you knew that dream would probably never come true, at least not like that.

You woke up one day feeling a little ill, but you thought nothing of it. You hadn't had sex in months and it was probably just nerves. Then came the late period, then another, followed by a gentle swell in your lower abdomen that began to balloon out considerably after only 2 months. Several tests and a doctor's appointment later, you discover the truth: somehow, seemingly overnight, your dream had come true. You were miraculously pregnant! And you weren't just carrying one. Oh no, your doctor was shocked to announce that you were carrying SEXTUPLETS! Your doctor was shocked, but internally you were screaming, not from fear but from pure ecstasy.

It seems dreams really can come true after all...

God if only it was that easyyyy!😩😩😩

#send me prompts #inbox prompts #fill my inbox #huge pregnant belly #gigantic pregnant belly #hyper pregnancy #ready to pop #ready to burst #ready to explode #multiples #multiples pregnancy #sextuplets #octuplets #decuplets #big pregnant belly #pregnant #pregnancy #pregnantbelly #sexy pregnant #pregnancy kink #massive #round belly

[im-his-druidess]

Hope you like it! 😊💙

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#6 Fully Clothed Sex - Would be a pretty frequent occurrence actually. Would often find you puttering around the farm doing chores or whatnot and take you right then and there. Too needy and desperate to even bother taking off your clothes. He would just hike up your dress to reveal your cunt and your breasts and undo his pants just enough to get his cock out. Of course, he likes when you are fully naked because he loves seeing you completely bare, but any chance he gets to be inside you he will take it.

#10 Mutual Masturbation - I have this personal headcanon that he would be obsessed with touching and playing with your cunt. So he would love to watch you pleasure yourself or, on some occasions, pleasure you while you pleasure him, and it's definitely reserved for nights where you know no one will be banging on the door for some reason or another.

#11 Middle of the Night Sex - Another common occurrence. You will often wake up to Thomas either bullying his way inside you or pawing at your hips and grunting in your ear. Sometimes you might even wake up to him already inside you, happily having you warming his cock while he sleeps, and you are too exhausted to do anything about it. Then there are nights where he will shake you awake, make sure you are staring at him, before sliding into you.

#12 Morning Sex - His mornings are fairly busy because he likes to to do most of the brunt of his chores before the Texas heat gets to be too much, so morning sex is a rare treat. If anything he like to pull you down and frantically fuck your throat while grabbing your face like a basketball. Making strangled cooing sounds in the back of his throat the entire time before he comes deep down your throat.

#13 Quickies - Thomas is insatiable with you so quickies is something that he loves. If he needs a break from his chores? He's seeking you out. If he's frustrated by ruthless teasing from Hoyt? he's hunting you down. If he's giddy about something random? He's going to find you and fuck you until you are a limping mess.

And then I pick...

#14 Size Kink - Thomas absolutely has a size kink, from just randomly picking you up just to hear you squeal, from full on putting you in a mating press to watch the way your tiny cunt is being bullied by his thick cock. He loves to watch you struggle to take him, no matter how many times he fucks you, and he loves curling his much bigger body around you to fuck you deep and hard as you paw weakly at him. It secretly makes him feel like he can protect you from anything and that he can take care of you and it sends a rush straight to his head every single time.

#Thomas Hewitt #Thomas Hewitt x Reader #Thomas Hewitt headcanons #texas chainsaw massacre #Texas Chainsaw Massacre headcanons #Texas Chainsaw Massacre x Reader #slasher smut #Thomas Hewitt smut #Slasher x Reader #Slasher headcanons #slashers #kink prompt fill #prompt fill #slasher fandom #the cryptid answers

[daughterofhecata]

Kaj's Kink January #3

So. Gestern bin ich nicht dazu gekommen, weil der Tag unerwartet stressig wurde, aber jetzt gibt es die offizielle Liste der Prompts für Januar, wie gehabt erstmal ohne Pairings, die bleiben vorerst ein Geheimnis, auch wenn sich einige davon sicherlich durch einen Blick ins Dokument ermitteln lassen, falls sich jemand die Mühe machen will 😄

soft & healthy + watching s/o masturbate

voyeurism

punishment & aftercare + safewording

(semi) public

smoking

shibari

filmed + deep throating

praise + cockwarming

roleplay

D/s + in public + phone sex + needy

mile high club

first time + thigh fucking

jealousy + smoking

edging & aftercare + size kink

mirror + parallels

scratches + belated realization

size difference + car sex

subspace + overstimulation

seconds

familiar face

lingerie

blindfolded + collar

dub con + burnplay

praise + facial

watching

daddy kink + body worship

harness + quiet + power bottom

body worship

threesome + sex pollen

sex tape + somnophilia

vampire AU

Bonus:

[redacted] -> Cotta/Reynolds

[redacted] -> Jeffrey/Finnley/Peter

[redacted] -> Donatelli/Morales | Cotta/Goodween

[redacted] -> Reynolds/Jeffrey

[redacted] -> Cotta/Goodween | Caroline/Monique

#kink january #kaj rambles #i hope you're all excited #i'm mostly having fun #sorry @ everyone whose prompts i decided not to fill #there were a lot of prompts this year and i'm just one me and also currently clawing my way back out of a depressive episode #i did however deliberately omit the 'kink/boundary negotiation' prompt because uuuuh i have a wip of almost 7k about that #and hopefully it will actually get finished some time early next year #anyway #i'll go back to writing now

[beatleskinkmeme]

McLennon

John and Paul are having sex, John being John jokes with the "get me pregnant" kink and Paul instead of laughing gets very, very turned on by John's comments

(Optional: this is set in the context of a divorced Paul who already had most of his kids)

Filled Here

#prompts #mclennon #john and paul #john #paul #pregnancy kink #filled

[oscarpiastriwdc]

#I’m not saying I got tipsy last night and filled a kink meme prompt…. #but I’m also. not not saying that. #this stupid fucking prosecutor always sends me plea offers the night before court at like 2 in the morning I had to keep myself busy somehow

[izzyrarepairkinkmeme]

[FRENCHIE/IZZY +confused/jealous Ed +bitchy Stede +murderous Izzy]

Ed and Stede return to the Revenge (reason up to author) and find Izzy in a relationship with his new captain.

Ed is put out and oddly jealous, Stede being a good boyfriend and world class bitch points out Izzy's obviously just making do with (not even) second best.

Izzy overhearing this decides the best way to defend his lovers honour is to run them both through this time.

♠

#prompt #round 1 #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #frenchie #frenchie ofmd #ouizzy #frenchizzy #kink meme #filled