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crybaby-bkg · 10 months

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ohhh my god I’m looking at all these sex toys for this fic and saw this like pleasure tape that you can use for a lotta stuff and????? thinking about being a brat to gojo and acting like nothing he does is enough for you and he gets a little fed up about being sooo under appreciated!!!

so he lays you out on the bed and goes to work with the tape. tapes your mouth shut and your wrists together. tapes your tits so they sit up nice and perky for him to nip and lick at whenever he damn so pleases. then moves down between your legs, shushes you with condescending coos when you wiggle and plead through the tape for him to let you up, even though you’re wetter than he thinks he’s ever seen you.

and he tapes your cunt from top to bottom, despite your little hiccuping moans about how mean he is to you. at least, that’s what it sounds like, but for that, he still flips you over to tape your asshole too, biting at the flesh when you groan.

and then he leaves you there, wiggling and moaning and looking so pretty for him like this. tied up and teary eyed, and when you beg through the tape to be freed, only then does he feel a little more appreciated because you need him. that’s all he’s ever wanted from you.

#DOES THIS MAKE SENSE #I hope so #it made sense in my head #but as I was writing it I was like hmmmmmm what.#but yeah that pleasure tape had me barking at my phone #never been a fan of being tied up/down and such #but it’s something like so demeaning yet hot about using the tape to cover you #oh you don’t wanna appreciate me? wanna be a brat? complain that I don’t give you enough bc I’m so busy?#fine. you get nothing then.#ohhh I’m weak in the knees #him making you wear it all day when he’s out to ensure you can’t touch yourself 😵‍💫#he can always tell when the tape has been taken off and reapplied #and he punishes you for it 😵‍💫#I need. t lay down.#I wont him so bad #okay gn I don’t need to come up w ANOTHA damn fic idea #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#gojo treats! 🍬

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digital-domain · 5 months

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hypothetically…

A fucked up mahito drabble (is there any other kind?)

Word Count: 1300

Synopsis: after you witness him killing for the first time, mahito reassures you in a way that makes you feel much, much worse.

“If I was gonna kill you…it wouldn’t be like that. It would be much more personal.”

Content Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. DARK CONTENT. noncon. description of gore/dead body, blood, dacryphillia, hypothetical description of reader being murdered during sex (does not actually happen), fear kink, reader is scared out of her damn mind, biting (accompanied by more blood!), mahito implies that he would be down to fuck a corpse

When you see him kill for the first time, you break down into tears. You’re not sure what pushes you over the edge: the explosion of flesh and blood that spatters the floor of the sewer as you peer around the corner, or the gleeful smile that spreads wide across his face as he looks down at the remains of his work. When you follow his gaze, you can see chunks of skin, bone, sinew - the limbs are still intact, their tattered edges dripping with fresh blood, but the entire torso is blown to bits. You heard the screams moments ago…now, you regret following them.

It takes him a minute to notice you standing there. You know that you should take the opportunity to run back to the place where he left you, to pretend that you didn’t see, but your sheer horror pins you in place. When he does see you, he rushes to your side, and smushes your face between his hands to kiss you. His palms are wet - you don’t want to think about why. “Aww. You came to watch! How sweet.” When he notices your expression, he cocks his head. “There’s nothin’ to cry about, cutie. I’m just having fun.”

You sniff, and do your best to wipe your tears away. “Most people wouldn’t call that fun.”

“Not a person, sweetheart,” he reminds you. He hasn’t stopped smiling for a second, and his grin broadens as he stares down at your face. “You’ve got fear in your eyes…it’s lovely. And so strong that I can smell it on you, too.” He inhales deeply, and his tongue darts over his lips. “You really that scared?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” His eyes stretch unnaturally wide, glowing in the dim light. “Why?”

Your hands shake, a black haze encroaching on the corners of your vision. “I don’t know…”

“That’s a lie!” He jabs a finger between your eyes, and pouts. “I don’t like it when you lie to me. You know that.”

There’s a good reason for you to keep your thoughts to yourself. He’ll find them entertaining…and that’s never a good thing. But if he already knows that you’re not being honest, it’s safer to tell him now. Before he decides that he needs to force the truth out of you. “I’m scared because…if you did that to them…” You shudder, and choke back a sob. “How do I know you won’t do it to me?”

“Ohhh.” He laughs, and slings his arm around your waist, kissing you gently on the top of your head. “Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You know better than to feel completely relieved. But for the moment, you think you’re safe - until he opens his mouth again.

“If I was gonna kill you…” he muses. “It wouldn’t be like that. It would be much more personal.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. You feel weak at the knees - he follows you as you sink to the ground and takes a seat against the wall, spreading his legs and dragging you between them, pressing your back against his chest. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, and rests his head on your shoulder. “You’re such a pretty, pretty thing…” he murmurs. “You deserve a very special death.” His tongue slides up your neck, breath hot and dank against your bare skin. “I like you alive, for now. But hypothetically…if I did decide to kill you…” He squeezes you, hard, forcing the air from your lungs. “Yeah. I know exactly what I’d do.”

You stiffen in his arms, every one of your senses painfully sharp. Almost as sharp as the fingernails digging into your sides.

“I’d fuck you before I did it,” he declares, his voice bristling with excitement. “I’d put you on your back so I could see your face. I’d put my hand around your neck, and at the moment you came…” He pauses. “Hmm. Would you prefer me to strangle you, or slit your throat?”

Fuck. You knew he was deranged…but this is worse than anything he’s said to you before. Magnitudes worse. An unintelligible whimper is the only response you can manage.

“If you don’t have a preference, I think I’d prefer slicing you open. I like blood.” He grabs your jaw, wrenches your face towards him, stares intently into your fear-stricken eyes. “Not too much blood, though. I’d be gentle with you. Much gentler than I was with him.”

You follow the line of his hand to the mutilated corpse lying just feet away. You can smell it, the stink of blood and guts and death worming its way into your throat, churning the bile in the depths of your stomach.

“I’d be so sweet…I’d only rip you as much as I had to.” He turns you around and pulls you close, smiling as a fresh wave of tears streams down your face. “So pretty,” he hums. “I’d want you to still be pretty when you died, so I’d be very careful.” You try to hide your face, but his hand latches onto your jaw, freezing you in place as he kisses you roughly on the lips. His other hand plunges between your legs, and clamps down on your inner thigh. “Don’t worry,” he assures you. “I’m not gonna do it now. Maybe not ever.”

Maybe. He’s so casual about it - about holding your life in his hands.

Without warning, he shoves you onto your back, wriggling on top of you and trapping you against the floor before you can push him away. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, and sinks his teeth into your neck, only pulling back once he breaks your skin - after watching your blood trickle out for a few seconds, he darts forward and laps it up, sticking out his tongue to show you the red stain before he kisses you again, leaving a rancid, metallic taste in your mouth.

He guides your hand under his body, pressing it between his legs. He’s hard. As desperately as you try to escape, he won’t let go of your wrist - he makes you touch him, grinding shamelessly against your unwilling hand.

His face hovers over yours, so close that you’re compelled to cross your eyes. “I learned something interesting the other day,” he whispers. “Can I tell it to you?”

He wants you to say yes - but you can’t bring yourself to speak. It’s all you can do to nod your head. You can feel your pulse thudding desperately in your ears, and in your palm.

“I learned,” he says, “that bodies stay nice and warm for at least ten minutes after they die. Especially on the inside.” He giggles. “I guess it takes a long time for all those squishy guts to dry out.”

You squirm instinctively, repulsed by the image that flashes through your head.

“You know what that means, right?”

“No…”

He grins terribly, and presses his lips to you ear. “It means,” he whispers, “that even if I did kill you…even after you went limp in my arms…I’d still have a little more time.”

Your mouth falls open, emitting a gasp that only makes him press harder into your hand.

“Shhh.” He presses his nose into your shoulder, his cheek rubbing against the fresh wound still leaking blood down your neck. “I told you…I’m not gonna do it today.” He raises his face as you thrash beneath him, watching your eyelids flicker, your face contorted with fear. “If I did…I wouldn’t get to hear all the pretty sounds you’re about to make.”

#dead dove do not eat #tw dark content #tw noncon #jjk x reader #mahito x you #mahito x reader #mahito #jjk mahito

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bunnie-online · 2 months

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ohhh fuck imagine being academic rivals with anakin.

warnings: 18+ interaction only. modernAU, rots!anakin

the tension would be insane bc you know he competitive as fuck.

you score a 99% on the exam, he scores a 100% you make it onto the dean’s list, you swear he’s on it the next week.

you two are always one step ahead of each other. constantly neck and neck. you have been since high school. you thought graduating would save you from the absolute menace that is Anakin Skywalker, but when you were valedictorian it drove him into academic madness. he applied and got into the same university as you just to keep this competition alive. just to spite you. he couldn’t let you win.

you two couldn’t stand each other. people often joked if you both were in the same room for too long it would implode. every little thing he did got under your skin.

how he tapped his pen on his lips while thinking, how he ran his hand through his hair when he encountered a difficult question, the way his mouth formed the most beautifully torturous smirk when he beat you. he drove you insane.

and you thought he despised you too until one day you were in the library studying for a chemistry exam. you needed to grab another volume of the textbook you were taking notes from, you were just about to grab the book when a large figure trapped you in your place. you let out a rightfully stunned gasp.

strong arms were on either side of you and a firm chest pressed into your back keeping you cemented against the bookshelf. you try turning around to see who’s trapped you. “stay put.” you know that mesmerizing voice anywhere, and now that’s it’s right up against your ear in such a harsh but hushed tone, you find yourself weak in the knees.

“i’ve had enough of you. you wont let me win naturally so i guess i’m gonna have to turn that pretty little brain off myself.”

fuck… were you attracted to this?? to him??

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imagine him in glasses—

~bunnie

#bunnie online!#bunnie? online~!#smut writing #smut #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #hayden christensen #anakin smut

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blackelysian · 2 months

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Attention

Duke Dennis as Himself x Black! Fem! Reader!

Word Count: 648

Warnings: NO MINORS!, Female masturbation, oral sex

Summary: Duke had been on the game with his friends for too long you come up with an idea to get his attention.

Taglist: @catxo @livebythelovediebythelove @flydotty @novaniskye

Call of Duty showed on the screen as your boyfriend Duke sat on the couch playing with his headset on. You laid back on the other side of the sectional aimlessly scrolling through your phone. Duke had been on the game for well over an hour and you were starting to get bored.

“Baby can you get off now?” you ask, annoyingly.

“Hold on hold on after this game mama” He replies, completely locked in. You roll your eyes at him. He said that shit 10 games ago.

“Duuuke come on I’m tired of watching you play this shit let's cuddle and watch a movie or something” You whine.

“This nigga just fuckin sniped me” He says into the headset, not even listening to what you said. You smack your teeth and roll your eyes at him again.

“Oh shit what you say baby?” He asks you, sliding his headset off slightly turning your way.

You groan and stand up making your way into the bedroom and plopping yourself down on the bed. You reach over into your nightstand drawer and pull out your vibrator. A smile grows on your face instantly getting an idea. You get up and make your way into the living room. Duke is still locked into the game.. Of course. Not for long. You thought. You make your way over to the couch, reaching under Duke’s favorite shirt he loved to see you in and gently slide your panties down. Making sure to bend over enough for you enough womanhood to be exposed. Duke looks over at you just as you find a seat on the couch only catching a glimpse of your exposed parts. He looks back to the screen and continues playing. You get comfortable as you lay back on the couch, spreading your legs wide. You click on the vibrator as the sound makes Duke flick his eyes back to you. You gently place the vibrator on your clit, jolting slightly from the sensation. You let out a soft moan as you begin to draw circles on your clit. “Ohh shit” You say, your head falling back against the pillows.

“Shit” Duke groans lowly, trying to focus on you and the game at the same time as you start to pick up speed. Your juices begin to run down your ass creating a huge wet spot on the couch. The sounds of your soaking wet womanhood and sweet moans echoed through the living room. You continue to drag the toy up and down your slit. “Damn baby” He says, lustfully. Duke was rock hard right now.

“Nah she w-was blocking the tv” He stutters in the headset, trying to downplay what was really going on.

“Duuuke” You cry out, moaning his name. He instantly unplugs the headset and sets the controller down. “Wait baby, don't cum yet. Lemme taste it” He says hungrily, getting down on his knees. He moves your hand out of the way, latching his lips onto your clit. “Ohh fuck” You moan, grabbing the back of his head. He sucked on your clit, shaking his head from side to side. “Sexy ass was teasing me. Why didn’t you just tell daddy you wanted some attention?” He says looking into your eyes as he goes back to devouring you. His hands find the back of your thighs pushing your legs wider, his tongue finding your entrance drawing circles around it. Your mouth fell wide when you felt his slide his tongue inside of you, fucking you with it.

“Ohhh, i’m gonna–” Your orgasm ripped through you leaving you shaky and weak. He continues to place open mouth kisses up and down your slit as you try to calm down. You lay there now ready to take a little nap until he's done. He stands up unbuckling his belt. “Get up baby you gotta finish what you started”...

For all my Duke Dennis lovers!

#black stories #black reader #black smut #black fanfiction #black reader smut #duke dennis x black!reader #black writers #fanfiction #duke dennis

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cozage · 1 year

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Would you write HCs for Sanji, Zoro and Ace (separate) with a dominant s/o who always manages to leave them all flustered and shy even if the s/o barely does a thing?

A/N: God Sanji was so painfully easy but the others were SO hard. I loved the challenge and I hope I served them justice. They got really dirty really fast- i hope that was okay 😭

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Ace

Cw: NSFW!!! Some kinkiness in this one. Flirting, edging, bondage (kind of), a little bit of humiliation

Word Count: 1.5k

Hey Minors- DNI with this post! I have so much more content for you to check out! If i find any minors interacting with this post, I’ll block you! (and then you won’t be able to read any of my work, so just skip this one!)

Flustered

Sanji

Quickest way to get him flustered? Corner him in the kitchen. Anything in the kitchen. Anything at all. This man gets flustered over anything and everything.

Your favorite thing to do is to come up behind him while he’s chopping up ingredients, peek over his shoulder, and ask if you can have some. If it’s a fruit or vegetable, you just reach over him and grab it off the cutting board, pop it in your mouth, give him a kiss on the cheek, and continue on your way. At first you didn’t even realize it made him flustered, but now that you know? Oh you do it all the time. Sometimes you even lean in on him and grind against him a little bit, just for extra fun.

The first time it happened he almost fainted. He’s gotten better about it, but his knees still get weak every time you come up behind him like that and whisper in his ear.

Another thing that absolutely flusters him is the way you eat fruit. Not just the obvious banana, but cherries, strawberries, oranges, everything. If you catch his eye while you’re snacking, you just hold his gaze and slowly nibble away at whatever is in his hand. You’ll swirl your tongue around it, pucker your lips out, anything you can think of in the moment.

Most of the time he’s captivated by the way you sensually bite down on each morsel, excruciatingly slow, while you only watch him. When there are other people present though, his eyes nervously flit around the room, trying to make sure that nobody notices your seductive moves (not that you’d care even if you were caught)

Ohhh but your absolute favorite thing! to! DO!!! And damnnnn, does it get him worked!!!! Up!!!!! You love to see something weird or adventurous or just totally random and nudge Sanji to point it out to him. “Wanna try that in the bedroom?” you purr in his ear.

Sometimes it’s obvious, like handcuffs or food, but other times it’s less obvious, like candles or obscure clothing accessories. His eyes practically jump out of his skull every time you whisper those words to him. He ALWAYS nods enthusiastically, to which your response is always “Wanna go there now?”

This poor man is so in love with you he practically races back to the bedroom with you in his arms, eager to see what you’ll do to him next.

Zoro

Zoro started out as the dom in your all's relationship until one very fateful, life changing day.

You walk into his weight room, seeing him bench press an ungodly amount of weight. You saunter right over to him and straddle his stomach right in the middle of his bench press.

“What are you doing, woman? Get off me!” Zoro pushes the barbell up with some difficulty and holds it in a locked position. “I’m trying to train!”

“You’re always training,” you pout. Your finger starts at his collar bone and traces down his chest until it reaches his belly warmer. “You never pay any attention to me.”

“Don’t be a brat! I’ll get to you when I’m done!” He struggles under you, trying to shake you off, but you squeeze your legs together to keep yourself on him. You sit back slightly, your weight now against his cock, and he gives you a baffled look, surprised at your boldness.

“You just stay right there,” you murmur. You bend down to kiss the nape of his neck and begin working your way down his chest, mimicking the trail you just make with your finger. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

And you certainly do take care of the rest. Zoro stays in his locked position, the weight of the barbell trapping him in his current stance. After that, Zoro only ever wanted you to take the reins in the relationship.

Anytime you walk into his workout room after that, he drops whatever weight he’s currently holding. His arms hurt for DAYS after that first encounter, and he does not want to be trapped in that position again. Sometimes you just wink at him and relay the information you went to tell him, sometimes you tease him about it. On a rare occasion-the occasion he always hopes it will be-you’ll command him to pick whatever he dropped up again, and you’ll get to work on him.

Sometimes you’ll just suck him off, sometimes you’ll do a quickie, sometimes you’ll sit on his face, but the most glorious moments are when you have him hold a stance while you slowly work on him. Edging him close and then stopping right before he cums, hearing him curse at you while you moan his name. Oh, those are your favorite moments. And they’re his too.

You guys made a code word for “I’m horny and want to fuck”, which is “I don’t know, Zoro, what do you think?” and GOD it is so hilarious to watch his face grow red in public when you seemingly ask him an innocent question. The crew always makes fun of him because they think it’s funny to watch him get worked up over having to be a part of a conversation, but you know better.

Honestly even just the little things like winks or little kisses on the cheek as you pass him makes him unsettled. PDA in general makes him so awkward and tongue-tied, and you love watching him get flustered over the littlest of things.

Ace

People always think that Ace is the dominant one in your relationship, but they just aren’t paying enough attention. And neither of you ever care to correct them.

Sometimes you joke about it when people make jabs at your alls sex life. “Oh Ace, you want this rope for later?” some crewmate will jest. “He won’t need it, but I might,” you respond. Ace always goes beet red when you make lewd jokes like that, but everyone just laughs it off.

This man will do anything you tell him to, without ever needing incentive to. Sometimes you like to put the promise of a reward in place, just to see how quickly he can get a task done. Little rewards like kisses are usually enough to get him moving, but sometimes you like to offer extra special rewards in the bedroom to see just how fast he’ll work.

You love to sneak up behind him and trace the outline of his back tattoo. The second he feels you, he tenses, but he quickly relaxes into your touch when he realizes it’s you. He’ll even lean his head back to see you, silently begging for a kiss from you. Of course you always give him what he needs.

Sitting on his lap always gets him flustered too. He’ll just be sitting, casually talking to his friends, and you’ll just sit down on his lap, like it’s the most normal thing. If he’s eating, you’ll take a bite of whatever he’s having. When you’re feeling really devious, you’ll just straddle him and wrap your legs around his back and your arms around his neck, completely demanding his attention until he gives you a kiss.

Oh and you also LOVE to take his hat from him. Just as you walk by him, you’ll take it off his head and swiftly place it on your own without saying a word. If he starts to protest, you just look back at him and wink, and that shuts him up real fast.

He gets a little bratty occasionally, trying to act dominant in front of his friends. You’ll grab the tassel hanging from his hat and pull him down to your level. “What was that now?” You taunt him so only he can hear you, daring him to defy you now that he was eye level with you. He will instantly start stumbling over his words, embarrassed. You always give him a kiss on the lips and let him go off. As long as he knows who is in charge, that’s all that matters (and honestly, it kind of turns him on, you acting like that).

In the bedroom, Ace loves letting you take control. He is such a pillow princess if you let him be. He’ll just lie back and watch you act on your own volition, letting you ride him all the way to both of your orgasms together.

Of course, he loves to love you. He’ll do literally anything you tell him to, and he loves to try new things and experiment with new ideas, and he’s always very vocal about how he feels about those ideas. He loves making you feel good and hearing you moan out for him, and he loves seeing all of your ideas and fantasies come into play by his motions.

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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hiii I wanted to ask for a scenario or reaction for lilia vanrouge when looks, lilia decides to scare reader (bc we know how much the old man likes to surprise or scare people) but well, when he does, reader gets VERY scared so much that she ends up giving a TREMENDOUS PUNCH IN THE FACE TO LILIA THAT WAS HEARD BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL XD (she reset lilia's Windows) haha then reader realizes what he did and tries to help him at the same time scolds him for scaring her like that ;3; idk Thank yuu<3

Ohhh! This is a cool idea-

Gods knows how much I want to deck some people in twst *ahem*

I Hope You don’t mind I Made the reader gender neutral.

Lilia JUMPSCARE not clickbait (gone wrong)

Lilia x Reader

With sprawling campus grounds, as well as a variety of facilities available for the students…

The word “big” would not be able to cover the sheer amount of space that was considered part of the school.

Night Raven College was huge.

Halls that seem to go on forever, stairs that curl towards the sky and beyond. Even mirrors that bent time and space to propel students to wherever they needed to go. Navigation was never easy. It took a month for you to be able to find classrooms. Another month to reach those classrooms on time.

Finding one mere student in this empire of a college? Near impossible.

Yet you were never one to turn down a request. Afraid that he would fall asleep in his pursuits, Silver had beseeched you to pass a letter of sorts to his upperclassman , Lilia. Clutched in your hands, you had to remark at its antique qualities. Rolled up into a scroll, stamped with a ebony black seal of wax.

Hello? Technology exists? You did suggest a phone call. However, Silver took that chance to pass out cold on the floor. Last you checked, he was still snoring peacefully in the gardens.

Lucky him.

You’ve searched the main campus, peering in windows for a glimpse of your elusive upperclass man. Running around Night Raven College like a madman, scanning every nook and cranny for tufts of neon pink hair layered with black.

Your search yielded nothing. Not hide, nor hair of Lilia Vanrouge.

At this point, you were hot, weary, and exhausted. Dragging your feet to the mirror hall, you resolved to throw this letter into his room, and be done with it.

“Accursed Upperclassman. A million curses upon his name…”

A tap on your shoulder. You whip around, mouth half open, a retort already on your lips.

No one.

Nerves, perhaps, Diasonmia was not a place for the weak hearted.

Another touch, this time, trailing down the nape of your neck. Cold, nails scrapping at your skin. A warm breath, caressing your earlobe

“Why, hello there, Little one.” A deep voice, partially purring into your ear.

Your shoulders stiffen. You’ve been in this world long enough to know your ranking among the people of this universe. A magic-less prefect.

Prefect prey.

So you’ve picked up a move or two. Spinning around, you launch yourself forward, swinging your fist at your assailant. A sickening crack, as your fist connected with bone.

A grunt, before your assailant crashed onto the floor. A flash of recognition flashed across a pair of red eyes. Staring at your attacker, it finally started to kick in.

The prankster of Diasonmia, himself. Lilia Vanrouge. You just punched the vice-housewarden of Diasonmia. Scrambling to your knees, you grab his face in between your hands. Tilting it slightly to the side, you wince at the bruise swelling on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry Lilia, are you alright?”

Barking out a laugh, Lilia cups your hands in his, holding them in place.

“I’m fine. I was hit with worse, training Sebek and Silver. You do pack a punch though, prefect.”

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as you allow your shoulders to fall. Thank goodness he isn’t… too injured. Lilia’s eyes narrow slightly, his lips curling up in a dastardly smirk.

His hands creep down to your wrists, holding them together. Lilia leans forward, nose brushing against yours.

“However, you did mar my adorable face.”

He presses his cheek against yours for good measure, arms snaking around your shoulders.

“I hope you’re ready for the consequences of your actions, my beloved little prefect.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lucky potion🔹#lilia Vanrouge #lilia x reader #twst lilia #Lilia Vanrouge x Reader #this was a nice break from the Octavinelle stuff #just a silly old man doing what he does best #terrorising nrc

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thecuriousquest · 2 months

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I’m just thinking about little submissives who like to goad their Yan!Doms into punishing them. These are the Doms who have so much patience, waaaay too much patience actually.

You could say things like:

“Do you even really care about me?”

“You little bitch!”

“Don’t fucking touch me there…”

“Fuck off, loser.”

AND THEY STILL WONT SPANK YOU.

However, you use that one little line on them that gets on **that** singular nerve of theirs, and it’s game over.

“I’ll never love a weak man like you.”

Ohhh, that’ll do it. That will get you the spanking you’ve been pushing for all damn day. Your bratty ass will be bared, you will be put over his knee, and you will be spanked to tears.

You’ll be lucky if you only get his hand. Argue with him while you’re over his knee, and he might just get out a paddle or take off his belt.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes

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anystalker707 · 6 months

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Outdoors

Pairing: [ftm] Portgas D. Ace x [male, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Outdoors Tags: pussy eating / riding / ace is a good boy

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

The crew had left for the island, leaving you to watch the ship while they were away. It didn’t bother you; you actually appreciated it, taking up the opportunity to rest a little from all the training you’d been doing recently. You’d been sitting there on a shadowed part of the deck. Well, mostly lying on the ground, only with the upper part of your back against the wall, eyes closed as you tried not to nap.

Something suddenly dropped on your face before there was pressure on your lap, and it wasn’t that hard to identify it was Ace’s hat, followed by Ace himself.

“I thought you were going to stay with the others.” You pulled the hat off your face, looked at it, and carefully set it down beside you.

“I was,” Ace hummed, hands on your lower stomach as he straddled your lap. “But I remembered we can have the ship to ourselves now, so I just did everything I needed quickly and returned to you.” He grinned, tilting his head. “Did you miss me?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, sighing softly. “What do you want, Ace?”

Ace gasped. “Oh, so that’s what you think of me? That I just come after you when I need something?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head, cupping your cheeks to make you look up at him to see his disdain and disappointment. Dramatic idiot. “I just love my boyfriend.”

“As you should.” You chuckled at how he rolled his eyes a little.

Ace let go of your cheeks with a soft sigh and scooted closer, straddling your hips instead. “You’re lucky for that, either way.” He shifted again. “If I didn’t love you,” he continued speaking despite the way your gaze fell to his hips, observing them grind against yours, “you would’ve been kicked out, called delusional, and put down like a—”

“Ace.” You cleared your throat with a small smirk on your face, observing his clueless expression—a pretend one, at least. “I’m not going back to our cabin right now, Ace, sorry.”

No answer came from Ace for a moment, and then he slowly grinned. “I’m not saying we need to go back there!” He didn’t let you answer, grinding his hips more against yours, enough to replace your words with a gasp. “Come on,” he whispered, hands slipping under your shirt as he didn’t stop moving your hips, “it’ll be quick. The others aren’t anywhere near done out there… We deserve a little fun.”

Of course, Ace knew your weak spots. It was easy thinking with the head of your cock when he was grinding against you so nicely. He bit his lip as he felt the bulge growing in your pants.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

You took a deep breath, patting his thigh gently. “Go on, Ace, you win.”

Ace chuckled proudly as he just stood up, a foot by each of your thighs as he unbuckled his belt, momentarily stepping aside to take off his shorts and his underwear. You raised your eyebrows at the sight of his pussy, all slick. It’d been a while since he last shaved, but the hair was neatly trimmed. From between his lips, his swollen clit was practically begging you to suck it.

“Hold on,” you said, sitting up properly so that you could push yourself up to your knees. Ace raised an eyebrow, about to step away when you placed your hands on his thighs, pulling him closer until his pussy was inches away from your face. “Mm, good boy,” you whispered.

You pulled one of Ace’s folds to the side with your thumb, exposing his throbbing pussy, and he whimpered just at the feeling of your breath fanning against him, gasping when your mouth pressed to his pussy, drinking his slick with fat licks along his entrance. His moans were breathy, thighs quivering as he sought support by pressing his forearms against the wall behind you. It felt so good to finally have the friction he craved so much.

“Ohhh, babe—” Ace cut himself off with another moan, his hips bucking forward once your lips clasped around his clit, sucking and tonguing at it. He whimpered as a hand flew to your hair, keeping your head in place at the same time he pushed his hips forward, becoming more of a mess at how you mouthed at his pussy, eating it as if you were starving. Your teeth sometimes tugged on his fat lips. He went weak at that, struggling to keep himself up so that he could feel that for a while longer.

A shiver ran down his spine, making him let out a broken moan before he stepped back. “Okay, okay, enough of this, I— I still want you inside me,” he said breathlessly, legs still wobbly.

A chuckle escaped your lips, and you nodded with a hum, sitting properly again. “As you wish, dear.” You licked your lips clean and rushed to undo your belt and lower your pants and underwear—they were just a little down his thighs when he lowered himself on your lap.

“Mmm, so good,” Ace breathed. He sat with your cock right between your folds as it rested back against your lower stomach; your breath hitched as your hands flew to his thighs. He was so warm, rocking his hips gently to cover you with his juices, his throbbing pussy making you hiss softly as you ached more and more to be inside him.

“Damn it,” you whispered, watching his pussy. “Let me be inside you, sweetheart.”

“Now we’re talking.” Ace smiled and bit his lip. With a hand on your shoulder for support, he used the free one to guide your cock to his entrance, rubbing your tip along his slit before finally pressing it to his entrance. “Mmm, fuck,” he gasped at the nice burning feeling of your cock stretching him, breath hitching in his throat a couple of times as he slowly lowered himself on you. He was so hot around you, wet walls clasping down around your cock so tightly, so deliciously while they accommodated it.

One of your hands went up his torso, caressing his waist, tracing the scars under his pecs, and then cupping his face; Ace leaned into your touch and kissed your palm gently. “Such a pretty boy,” you whispered, feeling him get tighter just with the words. Your thumb traced his soft lips, which earned it a few kisses, a few licks… “Ace,” you groaned.

“Okay,” he chuckled quietly, giving the pad of your thumb a last kiss before finally starting to move his hips. His hands took yours to hold, interlacing your fingers, as he used them for leverage.

It wasn’t that comfortable. The wall was digging into your shoulder blades, and your back hurt a little, but you didn’t want to stop Ace, not when his pussy was so hot and tight around you like that. You set your feet on the ground to at least gain a little more support.

“You feel so good,” Ace gasped, letting the moans escape his lips freely. He really had no fear of getting caught, but just the thought of someone walking in you two—or even the memory of Deuce catching you that time—made your cock throb more. “Nnngh, deep,” he whispered and rolled his hips, which made a broken moan escape his lips at the same time he clenched more around you, feeling your tip caress his sweet spot so nicely. His thigh muscles flexed with the way he tensed up, arching his back while doing his best to keep riding you, rolling his hips that way that made a shiver run down your spine, your cock throbbing more inside him.

“That’s it, baby… Your pussy is so tight around me, so hot…” Your words made Ace squeeze your cock again, drawing a groan from you as you tried to keep your hands firm for him.

Ace was holding your hands tightly. Sometimes, his nails would sink into the back of your hand, but what was it compared to his pussy milking you so good like that? Your eyes trailed down to his pussy, watching it sink on your cock repeatedly, abused and neglected clit peeking out between his parted folds. He was so wet, accumulating a creamy ring of pre-cum around the base of your cock, which soaked down to your balls. Also, the squelching sound of his pussy…

“Mmph, love your cock so much,” Ace gasped, thighs quivering. His hips were starting to stutter, sometimes lingering for a little more than usual, but he did his best to try to keep the rhythm even after you freed one of your hands so that you’d stroke his clit. It made Ace squeeze your cock more, practically milking it as he moved his hips faster.

“Fuck, Ace, Ace,” you chanted through moans as the knot in your lower stomach tightened, your orgasm marching closer and closer until you were finally coming, balls clenching to spill your seed all inside him. A deep groan escaped your lips as you came while Ace kept riding you, letting your cum spread all over his gummy walls until he was coming as well, not caring whether he was driving you into overstimulation or not. He needed to finish, so he would, even if you were whining and gasping while squeezing his thigh. He rode you through his high, eventually stopping as the throbbing between his legs grew more sporadic, spasming around you.

Ace’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He was a mess, eyeing you through the strands that covered his eyes, glued to his face and to his neck due to a thin layer of sweat. He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your lips messily. “Fuck, I need more of you…”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #op #portgas d ace #x male reader #portgas d ace x male reader #ace x reader #ace x male reader #one piece x reader #imagine #oneshot #scenario #fan fic #fan fiction #kinktober 23

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ultram0th · 1 year

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“Hey there, Brad!” Antoine Valliant called as he saw fellow bodybuilder, Brad Rowe, walk into the locker room.

He cocked his eyebrow when it became clear to him that Brad wasn’t so much as walking as he was sauntering in an almost seductive way. The blond bodybuilder swished his hips back and forth, his large bubble butt swaying behind him like he was trying to use it to attract attention. There was even a noticeable arch to his back, causing the muscle man to stick his large pecs out further in front of him as he moved. Antoine knew that Brad didn’t mind whenever people looked at him, but to walk like a giant billboard was definitely out of the ordinary for him.

Brad Rowe perked up and his large smile formed on his face, but it seemed to contradict his panicked eyes which had an almost pleading look to them.

“Oh heeyyyy, Antoine!” Brad gushed in an odd voice. There was a much higher pitch to it than normal and it seemed as if it was almost exaggeratedly ditzy. He even waved his hand at his friend, his wrist a little limp as he did so.

“Uh,” Antoine wondered aloud as he scratched the back of his head, his large bicep flexing, “you okay?” He looked his friend up and down, confused as to why Brad was behaving so weirdly. Brad was usually the more quiet and reserved type, so it was awkward seeing him showing off his ass and chest while behaving like the stereotypical gay himbo.

Brad giggled. “I’m great!” he chirped. “Especially now that I’m, like, next to you, Big Guy.” His eyes traveled up and down Antoine’s vast form, and he licked in his lips in an obvious manner as his eyes honed in on his friend’s bulge.

Something about the way his friend was eyeing him and licking his lips sent an odd jolt of electricity down Antoine’s back. Never before had he ever entertained the thought of doing anything with another male, yet for some unknown reason, the more Brad hungrily stared at his crotch, the more he could feel himself getting turned on.

A small blush formed on Antoine’s face as his cock hardened to full rigidity, tenting out his gym shorts. He couldn’t believe that he was hard in front of another man, or that it was another man who’d made his cock hard in the first place. Yet there was his caricature of a friend who was licking his plump lips while shoving his chiseled pecs out in front of him.

“I can take care of that for ya,” Brad cooed, dropping to his knees in a flash.

Before Antoine could say anything, the other bodybuilder had fished his hard cock out of his shorts and had began sucking it like his life depended on it. Antoine’s head rolled back and he felt his legs go weak as Brad delivered expert head, running his tongue up and down the shaft with pausing to lap at the slit a couple times.

“Fuuuck,” Antoine bellowed in his deep voice as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

All the while, Brad happily sucked away, moaning like a bitch in heat as he did so. He continued to suck in his cheeks as he blew the other bodybuilder, the expert act causing a tingling sensation to waft over Antoine.

“Ohhh,” Antoine bellowed again, moaning loudly. It was out of character for the normally silent guy to be so vocal as he got off, but he ignored it as Brad worked his magic. Another moan echoed out of the bodybuilder, this one sounding a little higher pitch than the last one.

Little by little, Brad’s technique started to falter as he coughed a little bit as he deep-throated the seven inch cock in his mouth, his own moans starting to grow sparser each moment until he was ultimately silent.

“OOooohh!” Antoine squealed as he grew closer and closer to climax. The high octave of his usually bass-filled voice made his eyes pop open in shock. “Like, what the hell was that?” He slapped a hand over his mouth at the ditzy words that left his lips and the odd inflection that he put on his words that made him sound like a valley girl out shopping at the mall.

Brad started to gag as he tried to finish off his friend, the tingling radiating like fire through Antoine. The shocked bodybuilder started to realize that, even though he was on his knees, Brad no longer had an arch to his back. Instead, Antoine was surprised when he himself didn’t feel the cool metal of the lockers resting on his lower back anymore. His eyes wondered over towards the posing mirror at the other end of the locker room and his stomach fell when he saw himself thrusting his large pecs out into the air like he was trying to show them off.

The tingling grew and Antoine’s knees buckled as he tried to piece together what was happening. A deep pressure grew at his cock and he knew he was close to release.

“Brad!” he squealed in his preppy voice, twittering his hands in front of him frantically. “Something is, like, totes wrong!”

He winced at the words that left his mouth, but that and all thoughts were lost when he felt what seemed like a bubble popping inside of him.

“OOOooohhh!” he cried out, his high voice echoing throughout the locker room as he came, a cool wave washing over him and making his hairs stick up off his limbs. Antoine fell back against the lockers, trying to catch his breath as he struggled to focus after blowing what felt like the largest load in his life. Never before had he ever climaxed like that and it almost took his concentration away from his and Brad’s weird behavior.

“Finally!” Brad roared in his normal-sounding, deep voice. A deep blush formed on his face and he jumped to his feet, his normal stance and walk back as he stepped away from his panting friend.

Antoine’s heart raced in his thrusted out chest as he took a shaky step away from the lockers, his own ass swaying back and forth in an exaggerated fashion as he moved. His buff arms were tucked at his sides and pursed his lips unconsciously as he stared at his reflection, his nipples growing hard and poking through his shirt. He turned and faced Brad, putting a hand on his jutted out hip while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Like, what did you just do to me?” he whined in a ditzy voice. Antoine cleared his throat over and over, but couldn’t help his newly acquired vernacular. “Like, why the hell am I speaking like this? And why can’t I stop showing off my ass and my muscle tits?”

His blush deepened at how he referred to his pecs.

He cleared his throat again and tried another time. “I meant to say my ‘muscle tits’.” He grit his teeth and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I totally don’t have muscle tits, I have p-pe— I have huge muscle tits!” As if being punished by whatever force was making him act this way, Antoine felt his both of his hands grab a strong hold of his hard nipples and give them a rough tug, making him moan loudly. “Ooohhh!”

Brad continued to back away from his altered friend, his normal posture and walk sparking rage inside of Antoine. “Sorry, Man!” he hurriedly said as he held his hands up in front of him. “Look, long story short, I messed with the wrong person, and it’s a curse that causes people to lose their masculinity when they get sucked off by an afflicted person.”

Antoine’s cock begrudgingly shot straight to attention, bobbing in front of his as he thought of how Brad had sucked him off and had also drained him of his masculinity, causing him to carry himself with his pecs and ass thrusted out.

“So fix it!” he whined, even stomping his foot childishly. The movement caused his ass to jiggle, which made his cock twitch.

Brad’s eyebrows knit together. “You gotta pass it along,” he apologetically said as he turned and ran out of the locker room.

Antoine was left alone in the locker room. “Shit!” he cried as he tried hard to focus on walking like he normally did, but he couldn’t help but shove his pecs out in front of himself nor could get himself to stop from wagging his ass back and forth behind him. Panic and humiliation over how he was going to manage to convince some guy to let him suck him off just so he could pass on whatever curse this was filtered through him when he overheard a deep voice.

“Yeah— No, I’m just gettin’ to the gym, so I’ll call you back.— Bye.” A familiar bodybuilder, an older man by the name of Hank, walked into the locker room. He noticed the red-faced Antoine and nodded his way. “Hey Antoine.”

Antoine blushed as his cock seemed to throb with intense want and need the more he stared at the hair that covered the older bodybuilder’s chiseled pecs, and he started to feel guilty as he imagined Hank sauntering through the gym twittering like a ditzy power bottom while thrusting his hairy pecs out in front of him and shaking his ass with every step.

But it was either him or Hank.

“Like, heeeyyyy there, Daddy,” Antoine cooed as he waddled over towards the older man, his bubble butt swishing behind him and his hard nipples poking out in front of him as moved. “C’mere a sec.”

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[Photo from dPhenix]

#Brad Rowe #muscle #Musclegrowth #antoine vaillant #straight-to-gay #Bodybuilder #Curse #Femme #Ditzy #Himbo #Himboification

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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Ohhh, requests are open! How about the reader's first time kiss headcanons with Ingo and Emmet?

Of course! ^^ I’m happy to.

Ingo

- ingo has prepared for this moment since you two became serious. He started applying chapstick more frequently, and eating more mints regularly, just to be ready for when it does happen. He’s so nervous, and just wants it to be perfect.

- The issue is Ingo himself, he’s so worried about making you uncomfortable, that he will ask you a thousand times if you are, even when you tell him you’re fine.

- There are two likely scenarios where the kiss will occur, either in the middle of a date, with the sunset giving you such a heavenly glow. You turn to him with a smile, and it just happens. He can’t help but lean in, and you get closer in return. His body is on fire, heart racing, and sweating as your lips touch. The soft sigh he lets out, as if he’s been complete. He knew then he wanted to be serious, for there to be more, and to want more.

- Scenario two, he’s walking you home from a date, both of you chatting and laughing after such a wonderful night, it’s a shame it has to end. He walks you up to your home, holding your hand which you’re gleefully swinging back and forth. Both of you stop at your door, looking at each other, not wanting it all to end just yet.

“I had fun! I can’t wait for next week.”

“Like wise. The walk home will be lonely without you.”

You’re both nearly chest to chest, slowly getting closer. His hand coming up and cupping your cheek.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes..please.”

He asks again, and again, and again, until you’re fed up with him asking. Grabbing him by his collar, you pull him towards you, slamming your lips against his. Ingo let’s out a muffled squeak, his face bright red as he melts into the kiss.

His knees growing weaker as the kiss goes on. By the time you let go of him, he’s trembling, and not even sure he can walk straight.

But it was worth it.

Emmet

- Emmet knows he needs to wait, but he’s very impatient. He adores you, and wants to show you as much affection as possible! But your comfort means everything to him. So he waits until the right moment, maybe a few months into officially dating does it happen.

- Emmet maybe a strong trainer, but he’s entirely too weak for you, especially when you’re comfortable with him, comfortable enough to laugh loud and true.

- the way you slap your legs, the table, and even leaning into him as you laugh yourself to tears, has him smitten. He’s nearly blindsided by the love he feels, how his heart is pounding at just the delightful sound.

- Once you’ve settled down to just breathless giggles, he makes his move.

- Hand holding yours, and his other reaching over to cup your face, making you look at him. A soft smile on his lips.

- “Can I kiss you?” Hope in his eyes, more so when you chuckle again and rest a hand over his “you can.”

- The kiss is playful, muffling each other giggles. His lips are a tad chapped and rough feeling, but he tastes like the cupcake he ate earlier. The kiss itself is a long one, like he’ll never see you again, even though you two have a date planned next week.

- By the time Emmet pulls away, both of you are out of breath. But he looks so lovestruck, like he’s drunk off of you.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #submas #submas x reader #submas ingo #submas ingo x reader #submas emmet #submas emmet x reader #pokemon headcanons

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live-laugh-lenney · 10 days

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What do you think Chris would be like in bed bc icl my head can’t decide so I’m curious what you think?? 🩷🩷

ohhh, this one had me racking my brain.

i definitely think he's a talker. given how he waffles in his videos, i feel like he brings that to the bedroom, in the form of of trying to fill the silences (afterwards, when they're both in a post-sex state) as well as dirty talk throughout. and, oh boy, does he love to talk dirty to his partner...

he loves to praise, as well. never shies away from telling his partner what he likes through guttural groans and moans, encouraging her to carry on with something, telling her how he feels afterwards.

he's usually always the one to initiate but there are moments when he loves to his partner to initiate first and that makes his weak at the knees, to a point where he can barely control himself. loves the feel the first touch rather than give the first touch. but the whole time, it's pretty shared out with who does what.

he loves to lay for a while afterwards. whether that be with his partner on top of him or snuggled into his side. either way, as long as they're close to one another, he likes to wind down with them in a comforting silence.

and he's a sucker for aftercare. without a doubt. where he turns into a ravenous animal during, he's soft and sweet after and it's the one thing he takes pride in - knowing his partner is happy and content and looked after. he'll opt for a bath, rather than a shower, so they weren't standing for long. he'll continue the washing and the cleaning if his partner is tired but he'll almost always let them lead the way in that department. xx

#chrismd #chrismd headcannons #chrismd fics #chrismd imagines #chris md blurbs

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hyunsvngs · 6 months

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UGH SOMEONE SAID THOR CHAN AND MY PUSSY WENT CRAZYAISDBDISIKSKSM

like just imagine being ONE OF his royal servants and whenever he’s angry or horny or just board in general he called u into his room just for you to come out knees weak arms heavy moms spaghetti.

and if you refuse… well he has other, better, cuter, sluttier little servants to ruin

god i’m such a bitch for him

-cunty anon🩷

Ohhh friend THOR CHAN IN THE FUCKING OUTFIT TOO… like arms and abs showing…….. and he has u ride him on a throne IM GONNA DIE also im gonna talk about dubcon and cnc so please mind under the cut

and ur his favourite ever servant and maybe…. maybe ur not allowed to refuse. maybe u’ve allowed him free use over your body from the start, and he just can’t help himself but fuck into you with his big cock everytime he sees you. bends you over the counter when you’re making food, drags you into his room when the other servants aren’t looking……. fucks you with the handle of his hammer..

i said what i fucking said

#juno’s asks ♡#cunty anon 💌#asks: channie

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆 (ma colombe)

valentine's day masterlist - grinchmas

summary - bucky invites you for dinner, wanting to treat you to a homecooked meal.

warning - mentions of cock.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Bucky grumbled as he lit the candles, wondering why he had invited you for dinner. Ever since that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, hating that Ari had managed to steal you away before he could. He felt his tiny heartbeat when he received confirmation that you had accepted his invitation to dinner.

Bucky walks over to his closet, taking out a nice tight shirt with black slacks. He puts them on and heads to his mirror. “Ohhh” He changes position, posing. “Ahhh.” He leans over, placing his hands on his knees. “Hmmmmm”, He growls, throwing his hands up in the air. “If I can’t find anything to wear, this dinner isn’t happening!” He changes into an entirely black suit, his hand glistening as the moon comes through the window.

Bucky checked his outfit before walking out of his room and ensuring that the dinner he cooked for you was going well. His bluish-yellow eyes flicker to the clock, seeing that you should be here any minute now. He’s startled as the doorbell goes off, grumbling to himself why he even planned this dinner. He can’t stand the thought of being around a person for too long. Bucky strides over to the door and swings it open, and his breath hitches as you stand across from him with a sweet smile and a pretty thigh-length dress.

“Hi, Bucky! I brought some wine. I hope that’s alright.” He gulps, feeling his cock stir at the sight of you. He steps to the side to let you in, his large hand falling to your lower back, guiding you to the table. Your eyes light up as you take in the nicely set table, feeling joy at the lit candles and the pretty rose. “Oh, Bucky! This is all so beautiful! And the food smells wonderful!” You look up at him with big, wide eyes.

Bucky clears his throat, feeling a blush desperately trying to creep up his neck to his cheeks. But he forces it back down, not wanting to be seen as weak. “Sit… P–” He chokes, struggling to get the word out. His lip curls as he forces it past his lips. “Please…” Bucky pulls the chair out for you, waiting till you have comfortably taken a seat before he pushes it in. “I’ll check on the food, wine?” You nod, smiling as he pours the liquid into two glasses before walking off to the kitchen.

You sip the drink, and your eyes focus on him, smiling as you take him in. “So, Bucky. How has your life been up here? Don’t you get lonely?” You watch as he turns, a sneer on his lips. He stalks back over to the table and takes a seat. He glares at you over the glass, sipping the bitter liquid. Your eyes follow his tongue as he puts the glass down and licks his lips.

“Fine, why do you want to know? Why would I get lonely?” His glare hardens, wondering why you are still smiling at him. “What?”

You shake your head, laughing lightly. “Nothing. I’m glad you're happy. So… Why’d you ask me over for dinner? I thought you don’t like people?”

He stares at you for a while before abruptly standing. “I’m going to get the food.” You can hear him muttering as he takes the food and places it onto some plates. He turns and begins his way back to you, gently placing the food in front of you before taking his seat. “I hope… You like it. I don’t usually cook for anyone….”

You smile, grabbing your fork and softly stabbing the food with it. The moment the food enters your mouth, you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan. When your eyes open, you are met with Bucky’s shocked face, his hand in midair with food on his fork, darkened eyes focused on you as his mouth hangs open. “Sorry… This is really good.” Your cheeks turn a cherry pink, covering your mouth as you chew.

Bucky takes a few seconds before he places the food in his mouth and chews, swallowing the meal. “Thank… You. Especially for accepting.”

You lean over and place a hand on his, smiling softly. “Of course, thank you for inviting me. This is wonderful, Bucky.”

thank you for reading!

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puffpasstea · 1 year

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Can we get some spanking blurb?

sure! Here’s a little something before 7 fucking am. —

“What’s the matter with you? Hmm?” Harry’s eyes fixed her in place. Her determination already wavering with every passing moment. She dared not look back at him. His tone, alone, was enough to awaken the submissive within her.

He stepped closer towards her, closing the distance between them and making her weak in the knees. She felt paralyzed as he reached out, cupping the side of her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Been actin’ crazy all day.” He noted, watching her squirm under his touch.

“I- uh- I…” her mind raced with a million thoughts. None of them coherent. “Anxious.” She finally squeaked. “Just…need to turn my brain off.” She blushed, feeling silly at her confession.

“And you couldn’t use your words to tell me how you’re feeling? Ask for help? You had to act like a brat?”

He was right. She knew she’d been crossing lines all day, picking a fight out of the dumbest reasons, but she couldn’t help herself. It was like she’d been possessed by some external force. She wasn’t herself at all. And Harry had been patient. As always. He was typically a forgiving person. It took a lot to upset him, which is why, whenever it did happen, his anger melted her into mush. Simply knowing that she had driven him to anger and frustration made her lose her mind. He’d barely done anything at all yet and she was already feeling like she could sink to her knees and beg for forgiveness.

“S-sorry.” She managed to mumble.

“Hmm.” He acknowledged her apology by simply kissing her cheek and walked past her to the couch, plopping down. “Y’not sorry yet. But you will be when I’m done with you.” Harry patted his leg. She knew what he meant and she didn’t dare object. Sheepishly, she made her way over to him and prepared to be pulled across his lap.

“You know your safeword?” Harry ran his hands across her legs, squeezing her hips to prepare her for the pain he had planned on delivering. The firm tone of his voice, the tenderness of his question, the coldness of his touch had already rendered her a mess. If she had any self-awareness left in her, she’d feel the dampness pool in her underwear, but she was already too far gone for that. “Y-yes, sir. It’s ‘Red,’ sir.” “good.”

As always, Harry upped the pain gradually, making sure to keep an eye on her the whole time. No matter how angry he felt, he was always careful and precise, delivering the first few spanks with her leggings still on, to give her body time to adjust, and to keep track of her body language, make sure she felt safe. The first few spanks were delivered in total silence, the only sounds in the room were those of the contact between his palm and her ass, and the occasional grunt she couldn’t hold in. Eventually, though, Harry pulled down her leggings, and a moment later, her underwear.

“tsk…look at this.” He was speaking mostly to himself. “Can still see the bruises my rings left on you last time….looks like that wasn’t enough to teach you a lesson.”

He slapped her hard, causing her whole body to jolt in his lap. “Bad girl.”

She whined, his reprimand felt more painful to her than the physical pain he was inflicting on her.

“I’m sorry, sir.” “you said that last time.”

He sparked her, harder this time, and her body jumped again, tears running down her face. She couldn’t bare him rejecting her apology, so she spoke again, louder this time, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir! I- ow! I’m- ohhh fuck-“

“shut your mouth, will you? Don’t wanna hear it.”

she fell quiet instantly, biting on her lip to keep her sniffles from getting loud.

“Every fucking time. This happens. You say you’re sorry. Say you won’t do it again. And, sure enough, for a few days, it seems like you may have learned your lesson, but before the week is even over, here we are. Back at square one. Every. Fucking. Time.” Harry continued to scold her, punctuating his words with particularly harsh slaps. With every word he spoke, she fell deeper into submission, until the pain was hardly noticeable anymore. He might as well have been holding her head down, shoving her deeper into sub space. “you can’t be that sorry, look how wet you are. You’re enjoying this.” He snarked, running his fingers between her wet folds before bringing them to her clit. she shook and moaned reflexively.

Harry spanked her again, with both hands this time. “I said shut the fuck up. Only good girls get to make noises. You’re a bad girl.”

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SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF TUA

Warnings: Drinking and references to smut but no actual smut.

Enjoy please

- N <3

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Why you had been invited to Luther’s bachelor party when you should’ve been hanging with the girls, you have no idea.

But you weren’t complaining because it means you get to spend whatever time you have left close to five.

“Can’t believe Luther is the first one of us that get hitched” says Diego, intently watching the horrible performance going on in front of you. You couldn’t blame him though, he was getting married.

Wow, Luther was getting married and you were still sitting here, hiding your feelings from the boy you wished to call your own.

Good for him

“I can, I caught him marrying action figures in ,like, third grade” Viktor adds on to his brother.

“Did not” Klaus whines.

You snuck a glance at five as he took another sip of his drink. If he kept up his pace he would be wasted by the end of the night.

But then again, he deserved it. He’s been working himself to the bone for the past 27 days.

It was when Five met your gaze that you looked away, focusing on the conversation happening around you.

“This isn’t how I pictured our bachelors party, you know?” Diego spoke again, gesturing with his hands.

Klaus added his two cents in “well, the world’s running a little short on strippers and tea cakes right now”

“Just surprised you didn’t invite daddy dearest to come join us” Five spoke up. Gosh, his voice was enough to make your knees weak.

“Oh come on. He’s such a kind and thoughtful soul He’s not like our hargreeves.” You loved Klaus don’t get me wrong but he was too trusting. He thought a man like your father could change.

You scoffed “As if, dad? Being kind?” You shook your head at that. Even if the world was ending you would never trust that man.

“Let me finish” Klaus raised his glass at you, a silent plea “but I’ll admit I needed a break from the old dog”.

Nothing I can say, total eclipse of the heart

Luther finished singing his solo, dropping the microphone on the floor as he made his way off the stage.

“What are you SOBs so down in the mouth about? This is a party” Luther takes a seat next to Viktor.

“I’m so glad we got to go out with a big ol bang while we still can” Klaus say’s. “Hey, here’s to us” he stands so abruptly you almost drop your glass.

Everybody stood from their seats to join the toast “we’ve had a hell of a run.”

A series of small “ cheers” sounded followed by the clicking of the glasses.

“Who's next?” Diego asked after he sipped his drink.

“Oh, that’d be me” Five was the last person you’d expect to take up a karaoke offer. “Cause I have finally come to a decision.”

“So what’s it going to be, maestro?”

“It’s going to be a duet my friend” You take your seat again as five and Klaus clamber onto the stage, preparing for their duet.

“Now I’ve had the time of my life.” Five began the song.

In the years of knowing him you had never heard him sing, albeit it wasn’t that good considering his (almost) drunk state.

No I’ve never felt this way before, yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you.

“I’m going to do it” you announced the decision that you settled on a while ago.

It was quite enough for Luther, Viktor and Diego to hear.

Viktor gave you a knowing look, Diego gave a small nod. And Luther looks utterly confused.

“Do what?” The man asks, to satisfy his curiosity. But you were already detached from the topic, looking over at five.

“Ohhh” You could tell he came to his senses and finally realized what you meant.

“It’s on her bucket list,” Diego added.

Five ushered Luther onto stage with them, “ Viktor, Viktor don’t be shy, you too Diego” you laughed at the siblings misfortune.

“I see you over there laughing (y/n), get up here” and he wouldn’t really need to ask you twice, he’s practically handing you the perfect opportunity.

This could be love because I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before.

Yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you

Now was perfect

“Everyone I have an announcement to make” you could hear the slur in your words, you didn’t even realize you had drank that much.

The singing stopped as everyone turned their attention to you.

“Recently I have been feeling…well, feelings” Did that even make sense? “and not only is that feeling because of the new found family I have in you all” you gestured to them.

“There was also a feeling of loneliness, but that feeling went away as soon as I met this lil psychopath” you made eye contact with five and you could see the small smile gracing his features.

“You showed me a world I never thought existed and you were there when I needed you most, and now I’m seeing the world dissolve into oblivion and I’m realizing that this is the only chance I have, even if it doesn’t go my way”

You pull up your pant leg and go down on one knee, you might be making a fool of yourself but you don’t seem to care.

“Five hargreeves, I love you”

The smile fell from his face and you knew you messed up. Why would you do something so stupid?

The handler warned you that five never loved anyone but himself but you chose not to listen to her.

You stopped your little show and got off your knee and balanced yourself on both legs again. “I’m sorry that was stupid, I just didn’t want to have this burden on my heart”

“At least I could say I try” you were already planning out the rest of the night, Holed up in your designated room berating yourself for your actions.

You turned to begin the walk of shame to your room.

You were startled when five blinked in front of you. With barely anytime for you to react he pulled you in, smashing his lips onto yours.

There was no way you could describe it other than fireworks, like you two were just made for each other, made to be with each other.

The kiss was soft yet fierce at the same time, it portrayed the emotions you knew he was too afraid to show.

When he pulled away, you missed the warmth. You barely registered the siblings cheering from behind you.

“Then what are we waiting for, let’s spend whatever time we have left with each other” and with that he blinked you both out of the lounge.

You landed gracefully onto the mattress below, face up, gaining a clear view of five unknotting his tie.

Whilst his fingers worked in his tie he slotted himself between your open legs and bent to plant another kiss to your lips.

“I love you too”

This was the best way to spend your last night on earth.

💍

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