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shutit-haha · 7 months

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"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #college au #aphrodisiac #afab reader #smut #reader insert #unprotected sex

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ghouljams · 2 months

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I KNOW WHAT THAT „Ov-„ IN THE TAGS MEAN

GHOUL

GHOUL PLEEEAAASSSEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Yeah 4 asks is enough to pressure me into being a freak, but y'all should not be encouraging my depravity. The shame I feel, so I'm keeping this tamer than- no actually I'm gonna be a freak about this. Once again I am not going to heaven.

You're filled with hot, viscous, come as you orgasm on Threat's cock. The warmth of it seeps into you, tingles through your muscles, and makes your head spin. Your eyes roll, your back arches, you feel like you've been pushed to the edge again with no idea how you got there.

Threat sighs over you, their head dropping against their chest as they rock their hard cock into your pussy. They're muttering something, mumbling to themselves like they didn't just come in you. Their cock twitches, and they give a hard jerking thrust into you, bumping that aching soft spot deep inside you. There's a sharp tight feeling, something giving way to them, and you whimper, clawing at their shoulders for purchase as they keep pushing into you. You're just starting to blink the tears out of your eyes when their hand settles around your throat, their claws tearing into the sheets under you. They give a testing thrust and you grab their wrist.

Their cock drags against something entirely alien to you, hot and painful but somehow numb and tingling. You feel something thick against your entrance when they pull back, never leaving you clenching cunt. It bumps against you, stretching your hole, just a little more with each grind of Threat's cock. You try to breathe through it but that strange aching warmth won't let you do more than gasp. The bump pops into your pussy and you almost come right there, feeling it nestle against your g-spot and just press, press, press. The tightness of it zips through you, twisting the knot in your stomach as you feel it moving against your gummy walls.

You moan and Threat chuckles over you, grinds their cock against you again so you feel a second bump nudging your entrance. You whine, you can't get your brain to spark with anything but pleasure. You don't know what's happening, don't know if you want to, but you know you want more of it. Threat's teeth are sharp and dripping when you look up at them, their tongue darts out to drag along their lip before they smile, cooing down at you, "Feel good?" You nod, pout when their grip on your neck tightens, as if you'd go anywhere. "Eggs slut," They lean closer, lick their tongue against yours as you pant, feeling the next bump pop inside, "you're always begging us to breed you, so I'm going to fill you full."

Eggs. Your breath hitches, your cunt already stretched around two of them with a third attempting to make room for itself. Threat hums, pityingly, as your brows draw together, your cunt clenching around the eggs the seem perfectly suited to rub against every sensitive nook in your pussy. You jolt as the first one presses against that stinging, achy, spot, and you feel more come release into you, making your stomach tingle before a soft weight settles in you. You can't help the moan that slips past your lips, the soft succor of panic drowned by pleasure. Eggs, plural. The understanding alone makes you come, the egg already settled in your womb just adds to the shaking desperation of it.

Threat holds you down with a firm hand on your neck, hooks their other arm under your knee and holds it up to thrust into you, forcing the third egg in alongside its sibling. Christ. You sob, shivering and shaking with each roll of it against your sweet spot. There's no need to tug on your tethers to make you ride out your orgasm a second time, not with the way Threat's eggs drag against your poor cunt.

You get through two more squirting orgasms on four more eggs, each one sliding into your abused cunt easier than the last. You shudder at each added weight in your stomach. It's not much, but it's noticeable, and your stomach clenches, your cunt fluttering with excitement at each one added to the clutch. Fuck, you- shit- your eyes roll back as the last one slips into you with another burst of that warm fluid. Goosebumps rush over your skin, and Threat's hand leaves your throat to tease their claws against your clit.

You swallow, your hips bucking to follow the rub of their fingers as the claws melt into something a little softer. You tilt your head forwards to look at yourself. Your stomach is bigger, not by much, but enough for you to notice. You can almost feel your partner smiling over you, they're certainly quick to pull you up to settle on your knees, the shift in your posture also shifting the eggs cradled inside you. You moan at the feeling, your breath hitching as you look at your full tummy.

"Look at that," Threat's hand rubs over your stomach, "they'll feel even better coming out, granted we keep Soap away from you." You meet their gaze with a look of confusion, and their smile turns mirthful. "Wouldn't want him to fertilize the clutch, and keep us from doing this again, would we?"

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merakiui · 1 year

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‘Lying in apocalypse AU that you can’t have children but being caught and forced to bear the compound leader’s kids.’

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE YOU CANT TELL ME RIDDLE WOULDNT DO THIS. PLEASE IM BEGGING DO YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS ON THIS WITH HIM.

OMG HE WOULD……. It’s a fitting punishment for you. You’ll never be able to use that lie again or continue breaking the rules so brazenly if you’re heavily pregnant in a few months. Riddle may not have a petty streak, but when it comes to the rules he’s carefully crafted for the compound he can be just a little spiteful towards you. And that means that not only are you having his children you have to be his bride now. There’s nothing in the rules that says he has to participate in the tradition, considering he’s leader and can choose in whichever way he pleases. So technically he’s not breaking any rules, and he’ll still honor all of the other traditions that come with making you his.

You’ll likely be given an aphrodisiac or even a drug that makes you sleepy so you’ll be more compliant for him. Even if you try to protest against it or bargain with him, his resolve is firmly made up. Riddle could lecture you for hours about the importance of following the rules and how when one rule is broken more follow and it can lead to chaos and disarray. But he can save the lecture for later. As frustrated as he is with you, he won’t be abhorrently cruel. Besides, you’re being punished enough. Why should he overdo it? And you’re his bride now! He has to treat you sweetly if this partnership is ever going to work, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be in your ear telling you to learn from this while he’s fucking you from behind :)

He knocks you up with twins (or maybe triplets) after a few days of trying hehe. <3 maybe the world is just against you because Riddle is immensely proud and you are immensely miserable. But from now on he’ll do his duty to be a very good father and husband. After all, pleasant things can come from punishments. You’ll learn that this is best for you, and even if you don’t realize that right away pregnancy hormones will surely soften you.

#twisted chit chat #twst apocalypse au #tw: pregnancy #tw: drugging #tw: aphrodisiac #tw: dubcon

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evillillad · 6 months

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idk the logistics of tattooing on fur but just hear me out

#welcome home #welcome home oc #doodle #nina noon #punk mob au my beloved #love me some good crust punks <3 #shes very mean but she has a big heart for her fambily #especially her ‘pet’ wink ;o)#its molly mollys the pet shes very golden retriever energy in punk mob #less sad more goofs but still kinda sad #i also need to dive into her venom too cuz she has it in every version but the effects and potency depends on the version #this one def got some deadly shit goin on #regular mob got more….aphrodisiac/zombie affect #and normal kinda just tingles lol #ok anyway im going to bed honk shoo mimimi

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therealmofamorus · 3 months

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Prompt (Original crossover au): "Lewd Valentines Day Card" for Jaune from Makoto (Sailor Jupiter)

"Happy Beloved Day Jaune-Kun~!" Makoto/Sailor Jupiter cheered as she gave Jaune her Beloved's Day card and some homemade chocolate.

"Happy Beloved's Day to you Makoto," Jaune replied back to the tall athletic brunette as he took a bite of the chocolate as he read the card in his hand.

From Makoto

Your strength of character had captured this fair maiden

Your goofy charm made this fair maiden giggle and swoon.

In the Name of the Moon, I'll Fuck You Until You Drop~

P.S. The chocolate contains some heavy-duty aphrodisiac

"Wait a second her-"Jaune all of the sudden felt his entire body go hot-pipping hat and begin to tremble as he collasped to his knees as his soft manhood hardened into steel-like firmness as the beautiful tombody giggled lewdly as she begin to strip out of her clothes in preperation.

#rwby #rwby smut #sailor moon series #sailor moon series smut #sailor jupiter #makoto kino #jupiter knight #jaakoto #original male stud au #original male stud au prompt #crossover au #crossover au prompt #meme post #meme prompt #valentine's day card #valentine's day card meme #imminent sex #tw: drugs #aphrodisiac

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solmints-messyocdiary · 2 months

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I know no one is interested but... random horny Wysteria stuff I just came up with...

The two kinks I meant for Wysteria are... tentacles and aphrodisiacs.

Like, she has a weird intrigue towards them. I see her being the type of chick that would summon an ancient eldritch being to just rock her world. But considering she tends to have a resting bitch face at times, you think she's just glaring at anything that has tendrils. Don't mention tendrils/tentacles around her.

The aphrodisiac one is kinda dumb because the image I have of her is her taking one completely alone, sitting down with the most serious face while silently just scribbling how they make her feel. She doesn't touch herself. Doesn't do anything but sweat and awkwardly sit and write. And when the effects wear off she just takes a bath and goes on with her day like the freak she is.

Also she reads smut with the most intense glare but if you talk to her about anything remotely romantic/sexual she's combusting and blushing like a sweet maiden.

#I just want to make her a weird critter #she's fun #oc: wysteria charybdis #dnd au #nsft #tw tentacles #tw aphrodisiacs #<- just in case!!!!

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vroomian · 10 months

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Bitter water in regards to the teenager thing you couldn’t hand wave YRZ in order to Not Fuck A Child in A Fuck or Die situation comes up with the Just Die technique in which he (briefly) kills you then resuscitates you! Still traumatizing but no genitalia involved!

I mean that would probably work for some very fast acting types but I pictured being papa planted more like being poisoned. You don’t stop being poisoned just because you’re dead. The poisons still in the corpse, it’s just not affecting it anymore because it’s a corpse.

Plus Yrz, morally speaking, shifts with the general societys morals. Living in a world where there’s so much fuck or die means that sex and the taboos around it simply aren’t the same as regular earth. Yrz dual culvating with a teenager to save their life would absolutely not be seen as weird! But outside of life saving it’d be seen as improper. It’s like the difference between kissing someone without consent and giving them life saving mouth to mouth.

Yrz would feel a little skeeved out but he’s a professional before anything else. If there was no choice Yrz would simply do it.

Fortunately, A lot of the papaplants don’t hit younger people as hard, so they can simply be carefully knocked out while they process it out of their systems!

#like i get it’s a little ew but I’m I treated in the way the world of pidw should have developed thanks to all the aphrodisiacs #like. oh my god #by our standards it’d be a nightmare world but to people living in it #it’s normal #Im taking this thought to its logical conclusion!#bfiasc aus #you've got questions we've got answers #bitter water au

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heyhopperart · 7 months

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The silliest little side story concocted by @moonlightchild358 and I.

Kaldek's dear old aunty came to visit the Ger. Long story short, she believes Kaldek is married with kids and he doesn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.

Lots of Hun shenanigans

Amari is kind enough to help with the charade ~❤️

Aunt Odval proceeds to gift the Ger 'healthy herbal tea'... Very potent healthy herbal tea 😩.

Now everyone is weary of what they drink for a while..

"its worse than being poisoned" - Chagatai

"it was funny" - Mi

#The tea has ginseng and ginko and all that good stuff #Its an aphrodisiac 😩#Hun shenanigans #Collab mini AU #mulan 1998 #shan yu #disney villain #the huns #shan yu x mulan #disney fanart #disney villains #Kaldek #Chagatai #heyhopperart

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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When Daemon goes to pick up little emerald to visit dragonstone, he will purposefully move his hips so that the pommel of the saddle rubs on her pussy

He keeps doing it even when she begs him that she could ride behind him because "u-uncle the saddle feels...gods!!"

When they arrive to dragonstone, she is slumped,sobbing and shaking so bad she can't get down on her own.

Once they get her down there is a visible puddle on the saddle and her dress has some...spots

Daemon is ruthless..Aemond so has to come and get her because the rogue Prince isn't giving her back.

Rhaenyra is there to sooth away her soaked, raw pussy and she hides into the Princess' neck. A pout on her face before her lips are taken by him

#aphrodisiac au

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lottiecrabie · 2 months

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i reread tdab2 yesterday and it occurred to me that they could never take an aphrodisiac in linecook au bc that girl would have a fucking heart attack

do u mean that she is already so supremely horny that if she took an aphrodisiac she might drop and die from the levels of dicking down she would suddenly require from him

#now i’m thinking of him cooking the aphrodisiac in their food Wait #linecook!au #ask

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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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OKAY OKAY FINE (its ecto smiley face)

Maybe Garden Care horror/smut Tea OR

L/Light fluff sweets bc im a sucker for that

@ectoplasmicsoda YEESSS *rubs my grubby lil paws together*

Decided to go with Garden Care because I've never written them before 👀 HISTORICAL AU ✨ SORTA ✨ Warnings in the tags!

Garden Care/Horror-Smut/Tea

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There's a leaf in Morgana's tea.

Normally, they wouldn't find this particularly odd, given that tea is generally made of leaves, but this is not a tea leaf. It's a whole leaf, bright red with lingering bits of green along the veins, and it's big enough that it nearly covers the entire surface of their tea cup.

Again, Morgana would not usually find this strange; they have tracked in many a stray leaf throughout their life, attached to their sweaters or stuck to the bottom of their boots. It's hard not to find leaves and petals in odd places when Morgana shares their mother's love for plants and keeps a few in almost every room of the house.

But they find this one—this particular leaf—odd for a couple of reasons. The first being that this is not the first time, or even the third time that a leaf like this has ended up in their tea cup. Whenever Morgana makes tea, they always make sure the cup is clean first, and yet somehow for the past few months they've always found a stray leaf (bright red with lacey green veins) floating in their cup a few sips in. The second thing is that, despite how much Morgana wishes it was, it is not autumn. A clearly autumnal leaf in their tea when all the trees around them are lush and green is yet another oddity.

The third thing—and the most damning of all—is that this leaf is not from any plant that Morgana recognizes.

Morgana knows plants. They know the name of every flower under the sun, and even some that thrive in shadow. The fact that they don't recognize what tree this leaf is from bothers them. Their mother loves botany—they live in the damn woods. They have books upon books upon books on every plant known to man, and—due to Sam Manson's hidden witchcraft tomes—even some that aren't.

They are more irked by the fact that these leaves are unidentifiable to them than the fact that the leaves are appearing at all. Which, Morgana supposes, is a rather backwards list of priorities. But still! They can't stand not knowing.

Morgana asks their mom first, but she also has no idea what it could be either. And when Morgana takes it to their neighbor, Desiree (who is like a second mother to them, considering how often she's over at the Manson house and how close she and Morgana's mom are), she stares at it for a long, long moment before smiling and telling Morgana that she has absolutely no idea where it could've come from.

It's an obvious lie, and Morgana is all the more suspicious for it—as well as hurt, too. Desiree treats Morgana as her own child; she's never lied to them before.

The only option left is for Morgana to figure it out on their own.

Sneaking out one of their mom's spellbooks from beneath the floorboards of their home, Morgana grabs the leaf that had appeared in their tea cup this morning (crimson as blood, split with green) and ventures out of the house and further into the woods. Only when they're out of sight of both their own home and Desiree's do they settle down at the base of a tree. Morgana flips through the spellbook, searching for a certain page, and smiles when they find the one they're looking for.

A tracking spell.

Closing their eyes, Morgana cups their hands around the leaf and whispers out the spell. Their voice is soft, but the wind picks up around them, swirling through their oddly colored hair and whistling between the trees surrounding them. Morgana feels magic spark in their palms, a small flush of energy leaving them, and they open their eyes again to see a thin, wispy trail of blue light spiraling off into the woods.

Shock jolts through Morgana—some part of them was still convinced they were simply being paranoid—and then a bolt of excitement mixed with fear. Because this means they were right. Something is putting mysterious leaves in their tea on purpose.

Scrambling to their feet, Morgana takes off after the trail before it fades. They follow the blue mist through the forest at a run, easily leaping over stray tree roots and rocks; Morgana knows these woods well. But even then, their mother only ever let them stray so far. Soon, the amount of trees they recognize trickles down...and runs out.

Morgana knows they're not headed in the direction of the village proper—they're headed further from it, if anything. The trees begin to clump closer together the farther they go, trunks thickening and foliage beginning to blot out the mottled sunlight. The smell of wet peat and soil, moss and herbs, grows stronger with every step. Morgana runs, but the ist of their spell is starting to fade. With a curdle of dread in their stomach, they realize that they won't be able to follow it back home. Morgana shakes their head, sucking in a sharp, painful breath as their lungs burn and their legs ache. They have to keep going. Their curiosity will drive them mad if they don't.

Then, just before the mist fades completely, Morgana finds its end.

The trees are so close together now that Morgana has to go slower in order not to run into them. It's quiet here. Near silent. They stumble into a small gap in the trees, and blink.

There, amongst the gritty tree bark and thick brown coat of dead leaves, a small table sits in the center of the trees, which—now that Morgana is looking, they're uneasy to find form a perfect circle around it. It's a nice table, ornate, white marble and silver, but it's weathered and dulled, bits of moss scattered all across it. There's a single matching velvet chair in a similar state, pulled slightly back from the table, like someone stood up in a hurry and left. But the dirt and leaves around it are void of footprints, and the grime covering both pieces of furniture is untouched. No one has been here in a very long time.

The worst part, however, is the innocuous little tea cup sitting in the center of the table.

The saucer and the cup are deep blue china with gold glimmering on the rims, pristine and shining in a way that contrasts the furniture around it. Morgana swallows and takes a step forward to see that the tea cup isn't empty. A pale pink liquid sits inside, like rose tea with too much milk. As Morgana stares down at it, the familiar smell of their favorite tea floats to their nose, beckoning them forward.

'There is something...wrong here,' Morgana thinks as they take another, slow step forward. 'Very wrong...'

Sam has told them stories before, of children getting stolen away by fairies and crones and many other hungry creatures—but Morgana isn't a child anymore. They should be wary, yes, but it's...so hard to think of those stories when the sight, the smell, the mystery before them...is so enrapturing.

Then, from above, a deep crimson leaf drifts down from the canopy and lands neatly—suspiciously precisely—in the tea cup. The warm, decadent smell grows stronger.

In a trance, Morgana takes that last step forward and reaches for the tea, curling their hands around it and lifting it to their mouth. They know, vaguely, to be alarmed. They should put it down. Morgana has never finished their tea once they discovered the leaf inside. This is an unknown. This is dangerous.

Morgana blinks, hesitates—and yet still drinks.

Their eyes flutter shut, sweet ambrosia washing over their tongue that sets their every nerve alight, a sensation like wind and static racing through them. Morgana moans appreciatively into the gold rim, tipping their head back further. It feels, simultaneously, like drinking ice cold water on a summer's day and sipping from a mug of spiced chocolate as they watch the snow fall. It feels like running their hands along the softest flower petals, like basking under the sun, like admiring the stars. It feels like bathing outside in the spring, every flower turned to face Morgana as they run their palms over their skin, slick and warm with the sun.

Morgana empties the cup and whines when the sensation stops. The pretty leaf butts up against their lips, and the draw it in, desperate for more. It dissolves like lacewing in their mouth, cinnamon on their tongue.

Heat bolts through Morgana in a sudden wave. It's so strong that it makes their knees weak, and they nearly collapse where they stand, one hand shooting out to balance themself on the mossy marble table.

Around them, the forest darkens.

Morgana heaves in a breath, vision swimming, as the sunlight blots out completely. They gasp as the ground beneath them begins to shake, like the roots of the trees surrounding them are writhing underneath the dirt. The beautiful tea cup gets jostled from their hand and is promptly swallowed by the jittering mass of leaves and dirt beneath Morgana's feet.

With a sound like cracking thunder, a thick green vine shoots up out of the ground, whipping towards Morgana at such speeds that they don't have time to dodge. Several more follow, ripping up out of the forest floor to lash around Morgana's arms, legs, waist, lifting them abruptly into the air. They yelp, stomach twisting, but their struggles are weak. Their head is... They're so dizzy...

And, Morgana realizes with mounting horror as the vines around them grow thorns, tearing through their clothes until they're nothing but tatters—so wet.

Morgana is ungodly, inconceivably aroused.

A hand strikes up through the dirt, followed by a shoulder and the massive torso of something fibrous and herbal, thorned flowers growing down what looks to be thick vines of hair. Glowing sea green eyes fix on Morgana, and a long, green tongue slithers out of a grinning, fanged mouth. Morgana's head falls back, eyes wide and jaw dropped, as that tongue slicks up their bared thigh and licks right up their core, dragging up their stomach and chest and ending at their throat.

A soft, unearthly rumble of pleasure vibrates through the air. "My lovely Morning Glory, you've returned to me."

"Wh—wh-at...?" Morgana shudders out, pupils blown. Their glasses are askew on their face, more naked than not, terrified and trembling and so wet it's dripping down their leg. "What are—who—?"

They're cut off by the hulking monster slicking its tongue up against them again, this time focusing solely on the space between their legs. Morgana bites their lip so hard it bleeds, cheeks bleeding red as they muffle their moan into a deep grunt.

"Oh, you've grown into yourself so beautifully, darling," the thing purrs as it pulls back. Morgana shakes, hands fisting and toes curling as a separate vine slithers up their leg and begins to rub at them in place of the monster's tongue. Morgana gasps as the tapered tip pushes in, wriggling its way into their cunt and coating itself in their slick. It burns, it almost hurts, but its also the best thing Morgana's ever felt. They rock their hips into the intrusion, unable to help themself as their head tips back, wild eyes hazily glimpsing the reddened, black canopy above. Above Morgana, the monster purrs. "Look at you, taking it so well. I knew you would be perfect—I knew you would be mine."

Morgana can't—they can't think beyond the pleasure coursing through their body right now, every little twitch and shift making a new part of them light up with ecstasy. The creature's words are nothing but nonsense to their ears, the buzzing feeling of those glowing eyes hungrily roving over their body only serving to send Morgana that much closer to the edge.

Deep green vines slide over bronze skin, touching and stroking and thrusting, all while Morgana moans and pants into the humid air between them. They can feel the pressure—the pleasure—building in their gut, a tingly sensation sparking up in their feet and the backs of their thighs as it mounts higher and higher. Through the heavy fog, Morgana feels trepidation. There's the vague, alarmed thought that this feels too big, that this will kill them, that this will swallow them whole—

And then it crashes over them, striking lightning through their veins and making their whole body seize in place, a strangled shriek ripping out of their mouth as involuntary tears bead at the corner of their eyes. Morgana's vision goes white, the nirvana of this one, singular feeling razing through their bones and buzzing in their teeth. And through it all, the vines' movements don't cease, stringing Morgana along through the strongest orgasm they've ever had in their life.

A heavy clawed hand pushes through their hair, petting them gently as they whine and twitch with aftershocks. "Easy, darling. Wasn't that a warm welcome?"

Morgana can't see, their vision still dotted with spots of white. But their head....their head is clearing. Morgana lifts their head with a great amount of effort, managing to stammer out a weak, "W-who...are you?"

'What are you?' Morgana wants to ask, but they bite their tongue.

The monster smirks, rising up to its full height and taking Morgana with it (him...?). The flowers blooming from its draping locs wither and twist before blossoming into lavender roses and rainflowers.

"I am Undergrowth, little Morning Glory, Fae King of the Woods," it—he, responds. He presses a hand over his chest, bowing until his face hovers just above Morgana, sealing them in a curtain of vines. "And you are mine."

The vines around Morgana tighten then, possessive and warning. Morgana swallows hard, too weak right then to even struggle.

They were foolish. They should've listened when Desiree told them to leave it alone. Because now?

Now they don't have a choice.

#garden care #morgana manson #undergrowth #smut #nff #horror #spooky prompts #my writing #asks #ectoplasmicsoda #tw dubcon #danny phantom #tw aphrodisiacs #CONTEXT THAT I DIDN'T ADD BC THIS IS ALREADY LATE: in this au desiree fell in love with sam and knew that sam wanted to have a child but #couldnt. the nearby village was also getting suspicious of her being a single woman that lived in the woods. so desiree made a deal with #undergrowth for a seedling that she could plant in sam's body. morgana was the result! they are biologically sam and desiree's child .#BUT unfortunately deals with forest kings tend to have fine print and that fine print was that morgana belongs to undergrowth :'3 forever #sam and desiree were doing too good a job at keeping morgana wary of and away from the depper parts of the forest though so—#undergrowth had to get creative lmao oops #long post

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sparkie96 · 10 months

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Kinktober Day 16: Aphrodisiacs

Where Leon and Rebecca both get captured, Rebecca is creepily hit on but rejects Arias, and Leon gets nabbed by Arias’s men during the highway chase scene and drugged up once they find out he’s an Omega.

Arias decides to take out his frustrations on the agent…as well as deal with his case of blue balls at Rebecca’s rejection.

Leon is only partially into it because it’s been a while since he’s gotten laid.

Rated M to E for Suggestive Themes, Language and Canon Typical Violence.

(I decided to make Prompt 16 the Aphrodisiacs one because I couldn’t for the life of me think of anything for the previous ones there so I decided to move and change those. Enjoy.)

#ao3feed #Kinktober #Prompts #aphrodisiac #ish #Leon x Arias #Eventual Chreon #Leon S. Kennedy #Glenn Arias #Chris Redfield #Rebecca Chambers #PWP #ABO Dynamics #Resident Evil Vendetta AU #Resident Evil Vendetta #Resident Evil #Whump

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thatmexisaurusrex · 1 year

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This is for the @sambuckylibrary's TFATWS Anniversary Event for the prompt "Best Friend's Best Friend". This is a Modern AU where Steve Rogers owns Nomad Products and has convinced his two best friends Sam and Bucky, both perfumers, to collab on a perfume collection. It would be a frenemies/rivals to lovers spiel. Enjoy! 🥰

#tfatwsanniversaryevent2023 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky edit #modern au #perfumer sam wilson #perfumer bucky barnes #make up mogul steve rogers #frenemies to lovers #rivals to lovers #my edit #Falcon + Wolf Aphrodisiac Collection

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dnfao3tags · 1 year

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DNF Reclist - Aphrodisiacs

this includes sex pollen, amortentia, love spells, etc

— Tribulus Terrestris by orphan_account (expl. | comp. | 7k)

“Can we just please know what flowers I can avoid so we can just move on?!” George cried, standing up and sticking his hands on his hips. Dream, who was in the middle of giving Sapnap a violent noogie, stopped instantly. Both of them looked at George, then each other, before peeling apart. “Oh, yeah. Totally.” Dream said. He snatched his phone out of Sapnap’s hand and nudged him away. “Okay, uh…Green flowers. Green flowers are the big red flag.”

— melting like fairy floss on my tongue by ExtraSteps (expl. | comp. | 8k)

A potion explosion at the local nightclub on a rare night out leads to Dream getting all he ever wanted and more.

— Gonna Be Around by undermycoat (teen | comp. | 4k)

In which Dream and George do not listen to Sapnap, a run-in with a witch goes wrong, and what the heck is ree-tuh-velo? (Or is it reh-too-velo?)

— Precarious by pinklanterns (expl. | comp. | 3k)

George, a typically spot-on potions maker, somehow made a terrible mistake. His friend, down bad for him, was willing to do anything to help his troubles.

— Add Honeywater For Sweetness by miraculousmultifan (teen | comp. | 5k)

When Sapnap and George ransack a witch's hut, she throws a splash potion at George. When he comes to, he's staring into Dream's beautiful eyes, and he can't help but feel like his feelings were expanding in his chest until they would burst.

— hush-hush by orphan_account (teen | comp. | 7k)

An unlikely pairing to the students at Hogwarts, George and Dream navigate the hardships of being proclaimed enemies while hiding a scandalized secret.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dnfao3tags recs #aphrodisiacs #minecraft irl au #a couple of them #send me smt !!!#am very bored

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grimmsinn13 · 2 years

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Aphrodisiac—Chapter 5

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Series Pairings: Dark!Natasha x Fem!Reader, Dark!Wanda x Fem!Reader, Dark?Yelena x Fem!Reader, Dark?Kate x Fem!Reader

A/N: Beware, there is a small time skip with flashbacks! I’m very sorry for how long this takes me to update the series. I truly hope it’s worth it for you guys to read despite my terrible punctuality with these chapters.

Summary: Natasha kidnaps her target, but what happens when Nat decides she has better ideas planned than killing her? Her girlfriend Wanda will have no problem with it, but will the target’s girlfriends, Kate and Yelena, take kindly to seeing her missing?

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, sexual implications, dark themes, probably more but idk just tell me what I missed if there is

Word Count: 2.1k

You spent the next two weeks at your, Lena’s, and Kate’s apartment, never leaving since the second after they managed to get you home. You couldn’t tell what reason it was that Wanda and Natasha allowed you to walk out of there with your girlfriends. Your only assumption was that they liked the chase. You knew they’d come back for you, they made that clear. It wasn’t in their blood to just let you go.

“Looks like we finally broke her, Nat,” Wanda cooed softly, clearly pleased with herself.

You huddled further into Kate and clung to her shirt when Wanda spoke. You just wanted to get back and make sure that both of your girlfriends were okay after what Wanda put them through. You glanced in Yelena’s direction, and the Russian was on her feet. Even if she seemed relatively fine physically, you knew what they just did to you had left her fueled with rage.

Kate stroked your hair, trying to calm you down from your embarrassment and shame at having to admit that you didn’t even belong to your girlfriends anymore. You knew it had to hurt them more than they let show to Natasha and Wanda—and even you. They were staying strong for you, and you knew it.

You rubbed your head, trying to clear the memory. You were so focused on your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear Yelena open the door to your room and peak inside.

“We have a snack for you if you are hungry, детка,” her thick Russian accent sounded like music to your ears, gently roping your mind back to your present reality.

“Not right now, Lena…” you mumbled. As grateful as you were to her, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen—if they would come looking for you any time soon.

“Y/N,” Yelena’s voice was more firm this time. “You have barely eaten since we got you back. You did not even want my macaroni! You always want my macaroni.”

You only whined softly in response. Sighing, your girlfriend walked over to you and swooped you up in her arms, then carried you into the kitchen. You rested your head on her chest and closed your eyes, enjoying her strong embrace. When she got to the kitchen counter, she sat you on the edge gently so your legs were dangling. You swayed them back and forth softly, still distant from the real world. You were constantly teetering back and forth on the edge of reality and your memories.

“There you are, Princess,” Kate smiled softly. “Are you feeling okay?”

The gentle tone in her voice made you relax instantly, and you nodded. She handed you a plate of cheese and crackers and you tried to eat a little, attempting to seem less worried than you actually were. Not like they both didn’t know exactly what was going on with you anyway, but you didn’t need them concerned about you. They had to think that you were okay. As you ate, however, your mind started fading again.

“Leave us, if that’s what you desire,” Natasha’s voice was like ice. A sly smirk ignited her features to look more dangerous than usual.

“You know we’ll come back for you,” Wanda smiled as you were ushered out the doors as quickly as possible by Yelena and Kate.

“Y/N/N?” Kate’s voice came again, even gentler, like she was scared to startle you. “Are you sure you’re okay…? You’re safe now. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

You didn’t respond. There was no way you wanted to admit to them that there was truly nothing they could really do in the end, that your two kidnappers would always find a way to get to you if they really wanted. You just ate a few more bites and set the plate down on the counter next to you. What you hated more than the worrying was your internal feelings. Something felt missing, making you feel empty inside. You weren’t entirely sure what it was—that, or you were too scared to admit it. Deep down, you knew a part of you somehow missed the cold assassin and the faux-kind witch.

It’s not like you were okay with them kidnapping you or almost killing you, but at the same time, a part of you felt different when you were with them. It felt like they cared about you, too. Even if they only kept you around as entertainment. You huffed at yourself. When you thought about it like that, maybe they truly didn’t care about you. Or they just did in their own way. After all, Wanda saved you, in a sense, from Natasha killing you the second time. And something stopped Natasha from killing you in the first place, right? So obviously there must be something that’s good enough about you for them. Even if your purpose is just to be a toy for them.

Kate sighed and took care of your plate when you didn’t respond, then began to clean up in the kitchen while Yelena helped. When you heard a soft buzz from your phone, you checked it.

Unknown: Meet us at the nearest park bench to your apartment, дорогая.

You froze, and your blood ran cold. You knew who it was, but how did they not expect you to just tell Yelena and Kate? Why would they think you’d just comply? Your mind slowed to a halt when you remembered what Wanda said. They finally broke me. They knew you would listen. They knew you’d do whatever they wanted because they broke you. You admitted that you belonged to them.

Hopping down from the counter, you kissed Yelena on the cheek and hugged Kate. Telling them you were just going for a short walk, the two refused to let you leave without taking one of Yelena’s knives.

When you finally agreed, they told you to keep your phone on you at all times, then both stole another hug from you before you left. Making your way out of the apartment and down the stairs, you reached the sidewalk and looked around. If you were being honest, you weren’t exactly sure where the nearest park bench was. You picked a direction you were relatively sure you thought it was, and made your way to the small park in your neighborhood.

When you reached a bench, you figured it was the nearest one to you and sat down. It was empty. You figured there would at least be someone already sitting there, but it was completely vacated. You sighed and checked your phone again, but there were no new messages. Should you respond and say that you made it? That you were here and waiting? You didn’t know if you should tell anyone where you were. You knew better than to tell Yelena or Kate at least, you didn’t want them to get killed because Wanda and Natasha got upset at you for saying something to them. You refused to put them in harm’s way again. With nothing to do but wait, that’s what you did—you waited.

At least ten minutes passed before you saw both women, hand in hand, walking towards you. Their cool confidence was radiating from their postures, and for a moment, you were dumbstruck. They truly were a power couple. If you hadn’t known them, you probably would’ve wished to be them.

“At least she still remembers how to follow orders,” Wanda smiled softly.

They sat on ether side of you, and Natasha instantly rested her hand on your thigh, squeezing it possessively.

“My little toy learns fast. We’ve established this, Wands.”

“What did you want from me?” The question came out softer and weaker than you had intended it to, but it still bluntly got its point across.

“You’ll be coming back with us now. You’ve been dreadfully cooped up in that apartment for weeks, дорогая,” Wanda took your hand in hers. It was gentle and warm, and for a moment you almost made the mistake of thinking she cared again.

“Because I didn’t want to come across you two again,” you mumbled lowly, almost instantly regretting saying it out loud. Had you forgotten to watch your mouth around these two?

“Oh but that’s not true, is it?” Natasha grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at her. This was something you were all too familiar with, and a part of you relaxed into her firm and commanding hold, almost comforted by the familiarity of it. It nearly sent you back into subspace. “On the contrary. You missed us, didn’t you? I bet you did, my little pet.”

You wouldn’t normally be one to admit she was right, but when she lightened her grip on your jaw and slid her hand down to firmly grasp your throat, you obediently nodded in response to her question.

“Good girl. Now come with us,” Nat’s voice sent a shiver up your spine.

All three of you stood up, Nat releasing your throat, and you felt yourself being forced to follow them. You soon realized Wanda’s magic was controlling your movements, and you almost felt a twinge of offense that she figured you wouldn’t stay with them on your own. It’s not like you were stupid enough to act out or anything. You were there’s. Completely. You had surrendered to them already. So why didn’t they trust you?

Wanda’s magic seemed to completely vanish, and you noticed the way she looked at you. She must’ve read your mind. Unsure of whether to be satisfied or concerned, you kept walking with them until you reached a sleek black SUV. Nat got in the driver’s seat, while Wanda opened the back door for you. You got in, and she shut the door before getting in the passenger’s seat herself. Nat started driving, and you looked out the window.

Maybe you could find where they lived.

“Don’t make me wipe your memory, baby,” Wanda condescendingly cooed in fake-sadness. “I don’t want to have to mess with that pretty little mind of yours too much. Be a good girl for us and just look down, okay? Save us all the trouble.”

You instantly looked down, finding it hard to resist her commands, and stared at the floor. Admittedly, it wasn’t something you were proud of—still, you had to obey. There was just something about them, the power they held over you was inexplicable.

It felt like twenty minutes had passed, and your neck was beginning to really hurt for looking down this long. Finally, though, the car stopped, and you all got out. Natasha didn’t seem to wait for you two, leaving Wanda to pick you up and take you inside.

You looked around, although you weren’t entirely sure if you were even supposed to do that. You were inside the building before you even had a chance to look at the outside of it anyway, and a small part of you felt at home again. Feelings came flooding you all of a sudden, and you felt your eyes water. Was this really your life? Was this really the situation you’re in? Why wouldn’t they just let you go? Why couldn’t have Natasha just let you go all that time ago instead of kidnapping you?

“Why are you doing this?” You whimpered. “Why did you take me again?”

“Why?” Natasha snorted, half amused, half insulted. “I don’t give up that easily.”

Tears began to leak down your face and Wanda shushed you quietly, stroking your hair. She set you down and pulled you close.

“It’s all right, darling, it’s all right,” she murdered comfortingly. You hated yourself, hated them. But mostly you hated how a part of you, as always, felt safer with Wanda than you have with anyone else.

“No, I don’t understand,” you sobbed. “This isn’t fair! Let me go!”

Natasha walked up to you and pried you from Wanda’s grasp. She grabbed your hair and tilted your head back, examining you. Then, she brought her face nearer to yours and slowly licked up a trail of your tears from your face.

“You don’t understand? Then let me explain it to you,” she smirked. “You’re like an aphrodisiac. There’s something about you…and I just can’t get enough.”

Your breath caught in your throat and all you could do was lock your eyes with her forest green ones.

“Nothing will ever stop me from finding you. I will hunt you down day in and day out. Do you want to know why? Because you’re ours,” Natasha purred in a sultry, low voice. She leaned down to whisper huskily in your ear, “You always will be.”

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! I have another fanfic in mind and a few one-shots or blurbs I want to do yet, so those might be coming out next before another chapter of this will be released. I’ll probably start a masterlist soon so you guys can reach all of my work easier. Don’t forget to like/comment/reblog to show your appreciation and support for the series, it truly gives me motivation to keep going and release other chapters. Sorry this one was a bit short, but I really wanted to give you guys something after all this time. I’ve also been sick this past week so my head hurts, and I was a lot slower writing and getting this chapter out. It had been sitting in my drafts for a while. Have a good day, loves🖤😈💜

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