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muwapsturniolo · 22 days

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✯CYBER SEX 2✯

THEE MUWAPGUCCI COLLAB

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

Trust me when I meet him, I'm fucking him on sight

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTION OF PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL AND BODY PARTS.

MPT 1, GPT1, GPT2

"Next...Next...Nex-Oh he's cute!" Y/n gives Mika a dirty look. The two girls were currently in Y/n's apartment, going through the submissions for the contest. The contest ended two days ago and the girl had gotten around 1k submissions. She had already gone through 10 submissions alone, now she has her friend with her and they are trying to go through the rest together.

Mika didn't want to go through the submissions with her, but with the promise of free food and one hundred dollars, Mika caved.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you know he's ugly." She points to her laptop which has a picture of a guy. "Come on he's not that bad! Ok let's look at his entry form!" Mika snatches the laptop and starts reading things out. everything about him seems normal until they get to his sexual interests.

"Ok, so it looks like he enjoys bondage, roleplay, sla- WHAT THE FUCK!" Y/n looks at Mika with crossed arms and a raised brow.

"He's into weird shit isn't he?"

"What the hell is a slave kink?! Like does he want you to call him Massa and tell you to take his conservative dick?!" Y/n falls out in laughter at Mika's disturbing words. "Yeah immediate no! I'm deleting this submission, fuck that!" Mika does just as she said, and deletes the entry, closing the laptop right after.

"That's enough for today, let's go get something to eat." Y/n groans and shakes her head, "Mika come on! I have to get this done!"

"And we will! But you promised me food and after that slave shit, I need some food. Let's go to Randy's and get a burger or something!"

The two girls leave the apartment, making their way to Randy's. The diner wasn't that far from her apartment, with it being a college town and all it was easy to travel on foot.

They make it to the diner pretty quick and walk to their usual seat. As they are walking, Y/n gets a phone call from her mom. “Hold on, I have to take this.” She walks back towards the door, completely missing Mika accidentally bumping into someone, "oh shit my-Matt?" Matt smiles awkwardly seeing the girl from the library.

"H-Hey Mika, how are you?" He adjusts his glasses and his backpack, putting more of his weight on his right foot rather than his left. "I'm good! Hey, did you ever send that girl the picture? you never updated me and everyone else on it." He laughs shyly, rubbing his neck.

"I uh yeah I did…I actually sent a video." Mika claps excitedly.

“That’s great! What did she say?! Are you guys going out now!? Did you have sex!?” A few people give them weird looks making Matt’s cheeks burn a bright red. He gives the guests of the diner an apologetic smile before turning back to Mika, “I-umm. Y-yeah she liked it… and no we haven’t gone out yet but s-she did like it.”

He does his best to make his lie believable. It’s not like he could tell the girl that he submitted a video of him drunk and jerking off to a cam girl. She would probably call him a weird loser…or maybe even an incel.

“Well, at least she liked it! Hopefully, you get a girl soon!” She playfully nudges him making him laugh.

“Sorry, it was my mom asking me how school is going.” Y/n walks up attempting to put her phone back in her purse. Matt’s eyes widen seeing the girl approaching them. He feels his body run cold and he quickly looks down, “S-sorry Mika I-I have t-to go!” He rushes past the two, bumping shoulders with Y/n as he darts out of the diner.

"Well, he was weird." Y/n mumbles, eyeing the boy through the windows. She watches as he climbs into a sleek black car. Mika gently hits her arm, "Shut up! He's not weird he's just really shy. He's actually a really nice guy. He's supposed to go out with me and the girls soon." Mika explains as they sit down.

They order their food and it’s soon brought to them.

"What were you talking about with Matt anyway?" Mika finishes chewing before answering the question.

"Sasha had asked him randomly if he ever took a dick pick after Jordan sent her one-Wait Jordan sent her a dick pic? Even after he cheated on her?-Yeah and it was a shitty one too! Made up for nothing! Anyway, Matt said he never took one but he had the opportunity to send one to a girl. So we decided to help him, teach him the best way to take the best picture."

Y/n scrunches her face up, "Wait, you had to help him take a picture of his junk? Is he like a virgin or something?'' Mika shrugs and dips her fry into her shake.

"I'm pretty sure, I mean don't get me wrong, he's cute, but he's super shy and awkward. I'm surprised he even wanted to send a dick pic considering he seemed really interested in his studies." Y/n hums and plays around with her food, her mind stuck on the boy with glasses.

Y/n huffs for what seems like the thousandth time. She's been home for about two hours now since going out with Mika. Her time was spent still going through all the submissions. She found a few people she would choose so she wrote their names down before continuing.

"Why did I do this to myself?" She mutters as she fixes the blue light glasses on her face. She feels her mouth getting dry, so she exits her room to grab a glass of water. When she walks back, she sees her cat walking along the keyboard of her laptop.

“You’re so annoying,” she grumbles walking to her bed. She sets her cup down on her nightstand before moving the brown cat. She goes to close her laptop, wanting to deal with the entries tomorrow, but stops in her tracks seeing a familiar face on her screen.

“There’s no way.” She thinks to herself.

She snatches the laptop and stares at the entry infront of her.

There’s no way that’s him…Right?

She sits down on her bed, analyzing the picture. It looks just like the boy from the diner, glasses and all. Granted she wasn’t able to get a good look at him due to him rushing past her with his head down but she had to admit,

He was attractive.

He had a bit of a beard, not a burly one but one that enhanced his jawline. He had brown hair that looked as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times. His face was adorned by a pair of oval brown glasses, complimenting his facial features well. His eyes were a dull blue, looking as if he was tired when taking the picture.

If Mika’s claims are true with him being into his studies, it was most likely he was studying when taking the picture.

She opens up his application and begins to read his answers.

She finds herself smiling when she reads about his hobbies, finding it interesting that he’s majoring in film. She begins to wonder what his favorite movies are. She reads that he loves Lego sets and looks over to the unopened boxes of Legos on her desk.

Wanting to know more about him, she continues.

“Triplet? Jesus Christ his mom had her hands full.” Her curiosity is peaked and she grabs her phone and opens up Instagram.

She searches for his name and clicks on the first profile. Sure enough, it’s his account.

He only has 100 followers, most of them being family and the few people he met in school. She scrolls through his pictures and comes to the conclusion that he has a simple life.

Lots of pictures of him and his brothers, some of him and his parents, and some with a dog.

She throws her phone down and goes back to his form.

She gets to his sexual interests and to her surprise, she finds that he doesn’t have any, stating that he doesn’t know of his interests but is open to almost anything.

Most guys his age would know their kinks and what they prefer in bed by now.

“Maybe he only has had vanilla sex.” She looks at her cat, waiting for the animal to answer.

When the cat doesn’t answer, she looks back at the screen.

There’s no way he’s a virgin…Right? He watches her streams, he couldn’t be a virgin.

She wants to text Mika and tell her about Matt's entry, but she doesn’t want to put Matt’s business out there, especially if he’s as shy and closed off as Mika makes him out to be.

She reads the rest of his entry before getting to the first video.

She adjusts the way she’s sitting and takes a sip of water before pressing play.

“Take five,” she giggles hearing the annoyance in his voice.

She watches the video and is surprised to hear his words. Most of the entry videos have been people saying that the reason they should win is because they have money, or they will give her the best dick of her life. They were cocky and Y/n found that unattractive.

She didn’t grow up with a lot of money, so people flaunting it and spending it like crazy rubbed her in all the wrong ways.

Matt on the other end was a bit more soft spoken and actually treating her like she was human, admitting that none of the other contenders should be able to take her out due to her being too good for them. He also didn't flaunt his money, granted he was a college student so he was probably broke anyway but,

It was a change of pace that she loved.

She knew what she was getting into when becoming a cam girl, being treated like she was an object rather than a human. His words made her feel,

Good.

The video ends and her heart races when she scrolls down. She was expecting to see a picture of his dick, not a video that’s 10 minutes long.

The thumbnail is of Matt in bed, getting ready to pull his pants down.

She hesitates as she presses play.

The video starts with shuffling being heard before Matt’s body clumsily falls onto the bed.

She notices the only sources of light are purple LED's and a sunlamp casting a warm glow onto the bed.

She finds herself attracted to the setting, it was almost cinematic. The way the lights cast a spotlight on him, an aura of orange, yellow, and purple covering his body.

She watches his tattooed arm pull his laptop closer, noticing an old stream of hers being pulled up. He hooks his fingers into his sweats, before releasing his hard and aching cock.

Y/n’s mouth waters.

He seemed to be about a good 7 inches, having a mushroom top. It wasn’t that girthy, but she knew that it would feel mind-blowing, especially with the thick vein running up the side.

He presses play on the video and begins to jerk himself off, spitting on his own cock.

She feels that familiar ache in between her legs.

His moans and whimpers sound like music to Y/n.

“Fuck Y/n.” She clenches her legs hearing him moan her name, loving the way it rolls off his tongue, piercing her ears and making her slick worse.

She quickly pauses the video and grabs her cat, setting the animal outside of her room and closing the door. She rushes back over to her bed and grabs the vibrator from her nightstand, quickly stripping herself of her clothes.

Usually, she would do a bit of foreplay, but she couldn’t wait. She could feel the slick between her folds, the mound between her legs aching and pleading to be touched.

She lays back on the bed and presses play on the video, immediately pushing her vibrator in between her wet folds.

Her eyes roll back at the relief, letting out a deep sigh.

She looks back at her laptop and sees Matt’s head is thrown back, his hand working hard to chase his impending orgasm.

“F-fuck Matt!” She moans hearing him moan her name once again.

“P-please let me cum m-mommy, I’ll be a good boy!” His submissive pleas do something to Y/n, unlocking a part of her that she didn’t even know was there.

She never found herself interested in guys calling her mommy, thinking they had some type of mommy issues and wanting her to baby them. But for some reason, she loved hearing Matt call her mommy and beg.

She could tell that he was close by the way he sped up his hand and the way his chest moved up and down quickly. She’s close as well, the urge to “pee” only getting stronger as the vibrations go on.

“Fuck fuck fu-“ she watches as his head hangs low biting his lip, his stomach clenching as white ribbons spurt out, some landing on his chest and face.

She yelps and arches her back as she makes a mess on her sheets. She swipes the vibrator back and forth, prolonging the orgasm as her body shakes.

She closes her eyes and swallows harshly as she tries to catch her breath, turning the vibrator off and throwing it to the side.

She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling her mind fuzzy and filled with images of her and Matt and what a night together would look like.

After a few moments she sits up and grabs her laptop, drafting and email.

Y/e/[email protected]: hello Matt, I wanted to email you personally instead of through Chaturbate! This email is letting you know that you are the winner of the competition 💕 If you would no longer like to participate and would like me to choose another winner, please respond to the email stating so. Otherwise, respond to this email with the days you are free, and where you would like to meet for our date.

Can’t wait to see you again, maybe this time you won’t be as shy and you will actually look at me 💕

Xoxo, Y/n

She sends the email and smiles to herself, standing up and throwing on her robe.

She opens the door and sees her cat looking at her, “sorry miss lady, momma had to handle business. Let’s get dinner started.”

She walks into the kitchen and begins cooking dinner, her mind still on Matt.

PT 2 BABYYYYYYY!!!! IM SO SORRY THAT IT'S SHORT BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO WRITE😭 MAKE SURE YOU READ MY POOKIE @guccifrog POSTS AND GET CAUGHT UP CUZ NEXT WEEK IS THE LAST PART OF THE COLLAB!!!

XOXO PEACHES🍑

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mrs--edge · 1 year

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Hi Mrs Edge and Tom. I'm fairly new to your blog but my husband and I are in a similar relationship just for the past year or so. It started after he cheated on me and I didn't feel I could trust him anymore. Long story short he ultimately volunteered to be put in a chastity cage with me as the keyholder, which was very weird to me at first but turns out it was also sort of his fantasy.

Like you and Tom this isn't part of a larger "dom-sub" relationship or other kinks. And I honestly didn't want to do it at first. But it has evolved to an interesting point where I have a lot of control over him bc his cock is permanently (?) locked away and useless to him. Mostly he goes down on me and fingers me now which is how I like it. I do like him occasionally to use a fake cock on me.

At first he tried to treat this as kind of a fetish thing where he would get off on me teasing him etc but I basically just didn't go along with that.

My strategy was to just act like his cock being locked up was a normal and permanent thing. I almost never mention his cock at all, as if it isn't there. And that's honestly the biggest turn on for me. If I want sex his cock never enters the equation. It's just a question of, is he going to go down on me or is he going to strap on his cock? We both know that he won't be cumming. Its almost like he no longer has a cock.

Unlike Tom my hubby still occasionally asks to be unlocked but I always say no. I do it very casually, almost in passing, to make it clear it's out of the question. I make cleaning him a very sanitized, ritual thing that has nothing to do with sex. The cage comes off, he's thoroughly cleaned and then it goes back on. I don't acknowledge his cock as even a sexual organ at all.

I do think this has had a psychological impact on him. He definitely has lost some of his swagger. He doesn't show interest in other women now bc there's nothing he can do about it. If he ever tried to hit on a woman the ultimate result would be her finding out he's locked up.

He's extremely attentive to me now. Maybe it's partly because he cheated on me and broke my heart but I do believe it's at least partly bc he sees that as a way to eventually get unlocked and be inside me again. I honestly don't see that happening and I tell him that bluntly.

Wow. There is so much going on here. On one hand it does seem like you and your husband have a similar lifestyle as we do with your husband permanently locked and the focus being on you and your pleasure. On the other hand it's that you got there from a place of pain and heartbreak, and that you keep him locked as punishment, instead of mutual love and enjoyment.

I've had messages from men claiming that men should be locked up to prevent cheating but from what I can see it just makes them more focused on their dicks than ever. I'm a little surprised that you managed to go along with his fetish as a way to fix things between you, but I'm glad to hear that you have managed to turn this into something that (hopefully!) will bring you to a better place.

My husband has told me a few times that he sometimes fantasizes that I keep him locked because he was "a bad husband" in some way, but honestly I hate even thinking that way. I like to think about him as having made a commitment to honor and serve me out of love and loyalty... like a knight pledging to his Queen. The punishment fantasy turns me right off.

The other thing I see is that your husband may only be attentive because he is enduring his punishment (which is why he keeps asking to be unlocked). How will you know when he is being attentive because he has truly become devoted to you?

I hope that the both of you will consider some kind of counseling to learn how to better communicate with each other. I'm sure you're still in pain and I will pray that you are able to take this and build a stronger marriage from it all.

#chastity question

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mintspider · 7 months

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Ready for some fresh from the oven of my brain, random ass Dating Reiko HC's?

Please keep in mind that this work is written by an Adult and is 1000% meant for the enjoyment of other adults. MINORS DNI 🚫

Warnings ⚠️: Explicit sexual content in the nsfw section/slight mentions of violence/rough handling-sex/ blowjobs/squirting/vaginal sex/weird sexual kinks/explicit language. Please proceed with caution!

SFW:

So, you caught the eye of General Shao's Second-in-command, Reiko..

Believe it or not, he's going to woo you. Not traditionally but it's no less romantic in his unique way...

He'll be chivalrous, inviting you to come spectate on his training sessions so you can have an up close view of his impressive battle etiquette.

Somedays, you'll get flowers. Somedays, you'll get a handful of teeth. Most likely from someone Reiko interpreted as a threat to you..(he protec!)

If you were working out together, you're going to somehow end up becoming his weights. Be it sitting on his back for push-ups. Clinging to the front of him for pull-ups. Getting bench pressed, curled...gahhhh

If it were in a modern setting. He'd absolutely be the type of guy to play that strongman Hi-Striker game at a Carnival where you hit the base of a tower with a mallet sending a puck up to hopefully ring a bell. And honey, he's GOING ring that bell. It's an excuse to show his strength off (it's important) to you and win you that obnoxiously huge stuffed animal you said was so cute.

Reiko is a very hands on kind of man towards his partner, especially in public. Walking through a busy crowd? He's guiding you through it with the palm of his hand pressed firmly against your lower back. Need a seat at the tavern? His lap/knee is where you'll perch with his muscular arm slung snugly around your waist. Simply standing around? His firm body will be glued to your back/ side/ front.. Basically, others WILL know you are HIS and thats an automatic hands off.

NSFW:

Serious in the streets, freak in the sheets.

Marking is a very big turn on for him. Bite marks and hickies are going to litter your (and his) flesh when this man ravishes you.

This one also likes to slap. Specifically, you. Your ass, your tits, your pussy (your face, but nicely if thats your thing) . The sound of his hand smacking against your flesh is like music to his ears. And the visual of his handprint inflamed on your body puts him into absolute werewolf mode. Bonus! Slap him back, he fucking LOVES IT.

He also really likes to stick his fingers in your mouth. When he's sinking into you for that first stroke, the feeling of your tongue and teeth against the digits as he goes inch by inch is just heavenly. Sucking them earns you a devilish laugh and a vow of torturous bliss.

Blow his fucking brains out. Help this man unwind after a hard day of working under Shao ffs!

As stated before,, He's a strong man and strong men love to have their faces sat on. Smother him with your cunt, lean back and stroke his cock while he eats.

Speaking of strength (again), be prepared to be picked up and tossed around to switch positions and boy,, what difficult positions they will be. Bonus! You can flip him and take control?! Bish,expect a proposal of marriage!

He's a rough rider, feral and consuming in his lovemaking but it isn't beyond his capabilities to be a sensuous and even tender. It really just depends on if you're a fuck or someone who wiggled into his heart.

He really loves it when he can make his partner squirt. "Oh I've never.." OH. YOU. WILL. He's a disciplined soldier, he's already accepted the mission and is strategizing the best way to to accomplish the task. Needless to say, you're going to get the ever living fuck edged out of you until you've done it enough to meet his standards. "Your cunt is a prettier than an Edenian fountain"

He has no preference when it comes to where you two hook up. Bed is great! but if the urge strikes him, wherever you two are will suffice which may or may not be a good thing when he's tearing it up and you have to be mildly aware that anyone could catch you in the act in a random hallway. He'll be nice though and quiet your moans of pleasure by covering your mouth with his hand.

#mk reiko #mk smut #reiko #18+ only #mk1 reiko

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olderthannetfic · 20 days

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In re 747048995348758528 (person with offline anti friend): I honestly think how you deal with this, if you want to deal with it, depends on what you mean by "offline." Are they a fannish friend who you happened to meet offline, or are they a friend who generally isn't involved with online fandom and just Enjoys Things?

People tend to call antis chronically online, but honestly I think us proshippers tend to be chronically online too :P For instance (G-d forgive me for using this as an example, it's just literally the only universally recognized thing I can think of), someone who enjoys watching Supernatural but generally doesn't participate in online fandom, might be weirded tf out when finding out that Wincest is a really popular ship and might cast judgment upon shippers and saying it's gross or whatever. Which, yeah, sure, is technically being an "anti", but it's not, like, BEING AN ANTI, you know?

If you do choose to "educate" this person, so to speak, how you do so might depend on what you mean by offline friend. Like I've met some offline friends who are a fan of the things that I enjoy, but generally don't engage with fandom outside of the official accounts for the franchise or maybe the occasional repost of an edit or liking a viral tweet or whatever. With those friends, I generally don't take offense if they make a comment about how certain kink/ship/character is Gross, because honestly, those friends are so non-fandomy that even the most vanilla, tame, SFW fanfiction is a thing they might roll their eyes at. (You might be asking why I keep those friends in my life, and the answer is basically: They're not fandom friends! I'll talk to them about the latest episode or book in a series or movie sequel, sure, but I won't talk about it in the same way I'll talk about it with a fandom friend. They don't mean to be judgmental and don't even realize they are, it's just legit a completely different world for them. Lmao.)

If they're a non-fandomy friend, honestly, I'd try to just avoid the topic or maybe just casually say, "Meh, it's whatever, everyone likes different things." Even lie through your teeth and throw them the bone of "yeah it's kinda weird and nasty, but what can you do?" (If you're like me, weird and nasty is a compliment, so you're not even really insulting yourself! :D) However, if they ARE a fandomy friend, and they know what you would be talking about if you called them an anti, I'd likely treat them the way you'd treat any other anti. Just you know in a slightly more patient way as they ARE your friend, ha.

But ultimately of course they're YOUR friend and I'M an anonymous person giving advice to an anonymous person via another anonymous person's blog (sorry, Older.) But hopefully this advice helps someone else too in a similar position.

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sexyinaratkindaway · 4 months

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Interest Check: Dead Dove Kink Meme

Hello hello, citizens, comrades, and companions of the MCYT fandom variety!

This is an interest check poll.

For what, you might ask? Well, have you ever heard of a Kink Meme?

"Knight, what the Hell is a Kink Meme", I hear you ask.

A Kink Meme, as some of the more ancient among us might remember, is a relic of Ye Olden Fandom Times: a magical congregation of anonymous lovers of fiction to exchange prompts and works, usually on blogging platforms like LiveJournal. Someone asks for a prompt fill, which can be anything! It can be just asking for a ship, or having a very specific plot bunny that you just want someone else to write, and someone else sees that prompts, likes it, and writes it! And I want to organize a Dead Dove stamped Kink Meme all about MCYT, our little cubitos and their little stories.

"Okay, but does it Need to be Dead Dove? That stuff is kinda icky" Well... Kinda, yeah? It being icky is precisely why I want it to be a Dead Dove centered event. There are so many wonderful events all over the internet that focus on wholesome, nice content, but someplace as gruesome as MCYT(and its lore) can be, we all could use a place to write out our darkest fantasies.

"But wait, would that mean, like *that icky kink I don't like* would be allowed?" Yes. I'll tell you more, even *that icky ship you don't like* would be allowed. That is exactly why a Kink Meme stays anonymous, on both the prompter and filler angle: so that anyone can ask for whatever they would like with no fear of backlash, cancellation, or dogpiling. You can ask for and write anything at all: from the sweetest of fluff to the most problematic incest goreporn. That is the beauty of a Kink Meme. The only thing that wouldn't be allowed, and that is more out of a technicality than anything, is RPF. This is about the cubitos, after all!

"Wait, write? What about artists?" That's a bit complicated. I would love to be able to host artists as well, but that greatly undermines the whole "anonymity" thing, because, 1. hosting images on ao3 is hard, and 2. art styles are subject to being much more recognizable than writing styles. If someone has any ideas on how to host images anonymously, please do say so, I would love to let artists in on this!

"Okay, where would it be hosted?" I haven't decided yet! Surely there will be an anonymous collection on Ao3 for writers to post their works to, and a tumblr blog to admin the event and answer any questions users might have.

"When would it be hosted?" Hopefully in 2024.

"That sounds cool! Can I talk about it to my friends?" Eh, slow your horses there, bucko. Reblogging on tumblr? Totally fine! Sharing this in your friends-only discord server? Go for it! But, for the love of God, don't put it anywhere the actual CC's might see it. Don't put it on twitter, and dear God don't @ the creators about it. This isn't about them. It's about us, and the characters, and making weird stuff.

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to leave a comment down here or shoot me an ask!

#knight talks #mcyt #qsmp #hermitcraft #dsmp #empires smp #traffic smp #empiresblr #hermitblr #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #mcc #hermitnsfw #trafficnsfw #empiresnsfw #mccnsfw #qsmpshipping #dsmpshipping

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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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Be My Valentine

Pairing: Bucky x female reader & Partial Bucky POV

Summary: Valentine's Day with Bucky

Warnings: Y/N, 18+, Cursing, Sexual content, Smut, Masturbation (F), Dominance kink, Teasing (F to M), Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 2440

A/Ns:

-I know this Valentine's Day post is a little late...it was hard to think of an original idea without getting too over the top.

-I'd like to hear from the readers; Let me know what direction you would like this storyline to go. Life decisions, break up, kinks, family, etc.? There is no such thing as a bad idea!

-Last but not least, thank you for reading. It truly makes my day to interact with you all!

Previous Part

Master List

The one sided conversation has become indistinct as you keep glancing at your phone. It’s unlike Bucky to leave you on read, and on Valentine’s Day of all days. Your first one together at that. As soon as the phone screen goes dark on your desk, you instantly tap it to see if a notification has gone missed. It hasn’t.

“-I happen to have a date with leftover pizza. Maybe I’ll even treat myself to a pint of ice cream. What about you and Bucky?”

“Hm?” You answer, completely and obviously distracted. “Sorry…” Rubbing your face lightly to try and concentrate on the current moment. Sam sinks back in the couch of your office, laughing as he crosses his arms.

“You… Bucky… Valentine’s Day?” Sam says, trying to catch you up to the conversation with brief cliff notes.

“Oh! Um… no plans.” It’s hard to mask the slight disappointment. Sam’s eyebrow raises, intrigued.

“You mean to tell me… that he hasn’t planned anything?” He asks, slightly offended.

“Maybe it was different a 100 years ago.”

“Man…” Sam scoffs. “I’ll whoop that boys ass. Worst case, you’re always welcome to join me and the other singles in The Compound for pizza.”

You give Sam a polite smile as a ‘thank you’ for the invite. Hopefully you won’t have to take him up on it though. The thought is actually… unnerving.

“Same time next week, y/n?” Sam asks cordially as he stands up from the couch. You nod and smile.

“Enjoy your pizza.” You laugh, watching him walk out of your office.

Originally, ‘James Buchanan Barnes’ (so weird not calling him Bucky) was your initial patient and well… things developed, Tony thought it might be beneficial to do more sessions with Avengers that are veterans as well. Your newest clients are Sam, Rhodey, and even Steve.

As much as you try your best to suppress the emotions deep down inside, it's hard to ignore the feeling of disappointment. Maybe it slipped his mind? There are far more important things to worry about than an overpriced chocolate, expensive flowers that die within a day, strictly commercial, holiday.

And yet... What's wrong with a day to show a little extra love? This relationship is relatively new, maybe Bucky doesn't feel as though it's at that level just yet. Or, what if he thinks it wont ever reach that level at all? Your mind is racing as you hesitantly walk towards your shared apartment.

Standing at the front door, you're afraid to move. If you go inside and there is nothing, it's just another day, what does that mean? Is there even an 'us'? I understood what I was getting into. Maybe he isn't as emotionally available as you both thou-

The door suddenly opens. Bucky is now standing in the doorway, the dimmed lights of the apartment contrasting against his usual all black attire. The only hint of brightness being his pearly white smile.

"Hey..." You say, shyly. The anxiety is still buzzing around your skull like an aggravated beehive.

"Hey Sunshine." He replies, stepping forward and cupping your face with his warm right hand. "Happy Valentine's Day." He breathes, placing his forehead against yours, the smiling never disappearing from his face as he places the most gentle kiss on your lips.

He remembered.

Stepping back and to the side, Bucky places his arm across your lower back to delicately lead you inside. The sight at the end of the entrance way was something only a true romantic could have thought of. The entire apartment is illuminated with the warm glow of candles, too many to even count. On the floor was scattered red rose petals that even Alpine was enjoying swatting around. The delicate aroma of flowers surrounding you with each step that you take.

On the kitchen island where you two spend the majority of your time talking over his perfect pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice in the morning, is an enormous bouquet of sunflowers accented with red roses.

I didn't even realize that they made flower arrangements so big.

One of the most rememberable moments from the beginning of your relationship popped into your head; 'Sunflowers for my sunshine'. You turn to look at Bucky, who is still smiling but with a hint of nervousness as he awaits your reaction. His hands rubbing one another to ease his nerves.

"I...hope you like it." He probes, his voice unsure of the gesture.

"Like it?" Your smile matches the bright one he opened the door with. "I love it..." Standing up on your toes to reach his height, you press your lips to his, trying to show your gratitude through the passionate kiss. Pulling back after a moment, you look into his eyes with a small amount of suppressed tears in them. "Thank you, Bucky. This is...amazing. You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Besides, if I didn't Sam would have dug a six foot hole meant just for me." He laughs. If he only knew that Sam had basically said the same thing himself just a little while ago.

“Ok!” He claps his hands, which doesn’t have the typical sound you would expect; it’s more of a thud. “So…” Bucky excitedly strides over to the granite kitchen table top where the giant flower arrangement sits. He gestures towards two place settings that you had initially missed due to the vibrant bouquet that grabbed your attention. Each one has its own to-go coffee cup, and the plate in front of which you normally sit, has a giant cinnamon roll on it.

“I figured you might want some caffeine after work and well, you know how I feel about the coffee in this place.” Bucky let’s out a nervous laugh. “I asked the red head, at the café, Aly? I think that was her name… for your usual.”

He went out of his way to go back to the coffee shop where you each started opening up to one another. The same place where, unknowingly, you would let each other into the beginning of… this.

“You remembered?” You mumble. It wasn’t supposed to come out as a question, more of an audible astonishment.

“Of course I remember. Nothing has been the same since the day I first walked into your office, and I mean that in the best way possible.”

Is this real life? Is this what they describe in books and try to portray in movies? This… overwhelming feeling of your heart expanding to the point that it might explode? The wondering how you ever lived without this person? How is it possible that you two have lived in the same moment in time and not know that it was going to lead you both to right here? And you suddenly get it. This is it. This is what they mean when it is said that your world would stop spinning without this one. Your person. That instant shift where life as you once knew it was over and you were excited to see whatever was next.

You can feel the ridiculously cheesy smile pulling on your cheeks. The one that is so big, you imagine that you look like a horse. "Thank you. This is seriously the...nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." And it's true. It is apparent here that the feelings are mutual, what else could you possibly ask for?

"And!" Bucky exclaims, taking a few steps back and motioning to the stove, which already has multiple pots steaming from their lids. "I'm cooking you dinner." He smirks, he knows just how much you love anything that he puts out from the kitchen.

“OoOoOo!! Whatcha making?” You sit down at your designated seat, picking up your latte and taking a quick sip. Mmm

“Classic Italian sauce and meatballs over pasta. I think I finally got the right amount of spices, I think that you’re really going to like it.”

Picking a few pieces off of the infamous cinnamon roll, you smile again.

“I can’t wait.”

They always said a way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I don't know if I would necessarily agree. Sure, I'm old fashioned in the sense that I grew up with a stay at home mother and a hardworking father. But the satisfaction of nourishing someone you care about, taking into consideration of what they like and dislike, and the warmth it can bring to them both physically and emotionally? I'm all for it. Food, or in this case, coffee was the first interaction I've had with the real world that wasn't revolved around a mission or thinking of how I could try and get others to see that the Winter Soldier was a part of what I was made into, but not who I am.

It wasn't difficult to try and think of something to do on Valentine's Day for y/n. While she can be an overthinker, she is a simple woman that can find a bright side to almost anything. The light in any darkness. My Sunshine.

Finishing dinner, I cannot help but turn sideways in the chair, leaning against the counter listening to her talk about her day. It's adorable how animated she is, using her hands to emphasize every part like a typical New Yorker. Y/N has the faintest blush in her cheeks that hasn't left from the moment I opened our door. I know I should be paying more attention to what she is saying, but I can't help taking in all of her beauty. She is the most perfect, fascinating woman on this planet. I still don't understand how she has opened her life, and her heart, to me- Probably the least deserving man.

"Earth to Bucky?? You're doing the staring thing again." She says, giggling. It's my second favorite sound of hers.

"Sorry," I say, shaking my head. "Got distracted for a moment."

"Ya' know...that's not very super soldier of you." She's being playful.

"You're right. I'm sorry- How can I make it up to you?"

"Hmm..." Y/N looks around, pretending to be thinking intensely. "I could think of a few ways."

"In that case, there is one last thing for you in the bedroom."

Her eyes instantly widen with anticipation along with an excited smile.

"You don't say?" She keeps glancing over at the bedroom. I can't help but reflect the smile and shared enthusiasm.

"I'll give you a minute. But only one." I don't think that I even fully finished the sentence before she jumped out of her seat and scurried into the bedroom.

Never leaving a moment unwasted, I start to clean up the kitchen. Cleaning, always cleaning. It brings me some sort of...contentment. A routine that I have welcomed with open arms after so many years of chaotic inconsistency. The pathway of petals along the floor is making my eye twitch. Out of my peripheral view, I see Alpine’s white fur starting to become spotted as she rolls around in the red rose petals. Chuckling I shake my head,

“Don’t get too used to it, pretty girl. It will all be gone by the morning.” I lean down, giving her a quick pat on the head with my right hand.

Keeping it in place, she gets up and starts casually coasting to feel my touch along her back. Turning around once I’m at the tip of her tail, Alpine then motions towards my left hand. She presses her cheek into my fingers, purring gently. I know what it should feel like, but due to the arm from hell, I physically cannot feel anything in it's entirety. The only reminder that it is even real is the scar tissue built up around the metal that's always numb, like a hand that's asleep. But that cat has never judged me.

Speaking of the only human that has never judged me... I'm back on my feet, realizing it has been more than one minute since y/n left the room.

"Y/N?" I call, but no response. The trained assassin inside me automatically jumps to the conclusion that there is danger. Breathe. It's safe here. She's safe, with me.

While actively trying to pace myself, I still get into the bedroom faster than I'd like to admit. Only to be met with the most beautiful, perfect sight I have ever seen.

She found the short black satin gown I had laid out for her. Not only did she put it on, but was in the middle of the bed propped up on one elbow- legs wide while she used her free hand to touch herself. I’m frozen in place.

“You’re gawking, Bucky…” Her tone is soft, seductive. Biting softly on her bottom lip, looking dead straight into my eyes- actually my soul- as she inserts her middle finger into herself. The surrounding fingers work collectively together to spread her folds apart, for my viewing pleasure.

“I-“ What do I say? What can I say? I’m in the presence of a fucking goddess.

“Come here…” y/n beckons, her breathing starting to become labored. Like a siren in the sea, I am completely transfixed and willing to follow her into the unknown.

My brain hasn’t even fully registered what she had said before my legs were leading me to the bed. Scooting to the edge, her legs draping off of the side while still remaining completely open, inviting me in as I drop to my knees on the floor before her. Ready to give myself over and follow every command.

I can feel her hands running into my hair, nails gently guiding the motion as she pulls me in close. With a deviant look in her eyes, her tongue flicks once across my lips. Fuck… She knows exactly what she is doing.

The warmth of her hands running down my side obliques give me the chills. I'm excited, anxious even. In one quick, smooth motion, y/n's removed my shirt and straddled herself into my lap on the floor. Her hips grind down against me, leaving me in agony.

"I-"

A pointer finger is now assertively placed on my lips as she coos, "Shhh." My body is fighting it's hardest to not be so fidgety.

"Longing...."

What?

"Rusted...."

I-

"Seventeen...."

What is she-

"Daybreak...."

She knows this won't work

"Furnace..."

Do I stop-

"Nine..."

Should I-

"Benign...."

Do I even want to-

"Homecoming...."

Where is this going?

"One..."

Um-

"Freight car..."

She stops. Smirking as her finger traces along my collar bone.

"Soldier?" Her voice is alluring. It clicks. She wants to roleplay and I am more than happy to jump at that gratification.

"Ready to comply." I sit, smirking, waiting for my full instructions.

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betbeton · 2 years

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𓆸 Enjoy Yourself

Various Haikyuu × Reader

Warnings - Various 'vanilla' kinks

18 + Minors and Ageless accounts DNI

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· A/N - just finished reading attack on titan and i have so many ideas for some works, for now though yet again more haikyuu ·

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Oikawa Tooru

Cum Eating & Cum Play

There is something about seeing your face smeared with his gooey cum that scratches the hard to reach itch at the back of his brain. He enjoys it to the point he will stuff his head between your thighs and absolutely devour your arousal to hopefully entice you into letting him cum all over your cute face. Oikawa will melt inside if you allow him to take his cock and smear the cum around on your face, he will be mindful of your eyes and nose though. After all can't have you revoking his cum play privileges because he got nut up your nose or in an eye. He would never admit it since he doesn't swallow cum if he is the one going down on a partner, he will move up and spit it into their own mouth, but he is an absolute whore for you when you gaze up at his fucked out face and gulp down his cum. He knows it isn't the most pleasant experience despite him having a good diet so he would make sure to have a glass of water within reaching distance if you tell him your plan to indulge his cum eating kink beforehand.

⪧ Iwaizumi Hajime

Manhandling & Body Worship

He is aware to the fact his physical appearance is a turn on for you, after all he is just as needy for your praise over his body as he is for lavishing that same praise onto you. He fell in love with all of you which means if you ever express insecurity over your appearance to him, his go to outside of an intimate setting is to sit you down and lay out everything he adores about you. In an intimate setting though he makes sure to manhandle you while leaving bite marks across your skin to punctuate each praise that leaves his lips. Though he doesn't necessarily have any reoccurring insecurities over his appearance, it does warm his heart and light a fire in his stomach whenever you trail affection across his body while doing down on him. A light kiss to the head of his cock, a harsh nip to his chest, even something as simple as calling him pretty, or handsome can have his innocent thoughts turning raunchy in a matter of seconds. He hands down favourite thing to do during intimate moments though is to manhandle you into odd positions beneath his body while he relentless ruts into your warm hole.

⪧ Tendou Satori

Foot Fetish & Stockings

No matter his partner's gender seeing their legs snuggly encompassed by a pair of sheer stockings is enough to have him on edge and lightly rocking his hips to gain any sort of friction from his underwear. Couple a nice smooth pair of stockings with you pressing your foot against his straining cock and it is almost enough to have him leaking cum like you had edged him for an extended amount of time. He doesn't ask for you to indulge his fetish often since he knows how people perceive it from an outside perspective, but if you are open to it he would be open for it anytime and mostly anyplace semi-public areas included. If you aren't open to the idea, Tendou would make a joke of his question. Stating that he is more of a thigh guy anyways, he just wanted to see your reaction. He won't pursue the matter again unless you bring it up then he would try to dance around the question to gauge if you are testing him in some weird way, or if you're going to poke lighthearted fun at the kink. He would jump at the opportunity to fuck your feet while you're wearing stockings if you offered it though, with not a hint of shame behind his eyes or actions just borderline feral humping as he lavished praise your way.

⪧ Miya Osamu

Food Play & Biting/Oral Fixation

Osamu knew right away the first time you two were intimate that he wanted to eat anything and everything off your body. He would even prepare the food on your body if you allowed him to. His favourite thing to eat off of your body is rice oddly enough, it was a complete accident the first time it had happened. You had dropped the rice scoop while serving dinner and some rice had ended up stuck to your neck and collar bone. Without even thinking Osamu bent down to lick and suck the pieces off of your skin, he only stopped when your laughter at his behaviour reached his ears. Scoffing he turned back to his previous activities to avoid your lighthearted teasing. That moment had sparked something in him though as the next time you two planned an evening to enjoy some light food play during sex he had busted out a bowl of seasoned rice he had made earlier. Gently placing it on your stomach before leaning down to eat it off of your body. It had been humorous the first few times, but somewhere down the line when he had begun involving his oral fixation around bitting you it had become a genuinely shared kink. Now everytime he eats a meal off your body you are sure to include rice and other similar dishes so he has an excuse to nip and suck at your skin.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #Miya Osamu x reader #Osamu x reader #haikyuu drabbles

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wttcsms · 1 year

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✧ wttcsms works in progress;

a look into what's in my drafts because yes, i do write, thank you very much!!! please feel welcome to scream at me in my askbox and make me tell you more about any of the wips here

last updated apr 19 2023

it always leads to you — sae itoshi x f!reader

most likely a mini multipart series (probably around 4-6 parts, each only about ~6-7k words each). nsfw + plot (porn w plot)

current stage: prologue finished, outline needs to be done

current wc: 4k

current tags: exes to fwb/situationship to strangers with a history to awkward co-parents to lovers (relationship status: it's complicated!), pregnancy, child is part of the plot, angst, character study into sae, timeskip, homesickness, nsfw

started off as a one shot (5 times you can't escape the memory of your ex, sae, + the 1 time he comes back) but while writing it, i realized that the reunion between the two of you opened the doors to a lot more possibilities. originally, i just wanted to have it leave off at him on your doorstep whenever he decided to stay in japan bc he heard of blue lock and wanted to stick around & since he was in the area, he would find himself coming back to you. (he breaks up with you before high school graduation when he decides to go to spain). however, that scene spiraled into you & him reconciling, and eventually, there was an open sort of ending where sae decides that maybe the two of you do have a fighting chance of working out.

HOWEVER, i wanted to explore this dynamic even deeper, so the fic kind of spirals away from the canon timeline + i'm introducing a timeskip. you & sae have this weird ass long distance situationship where the distance feels like too much of an obstacle to overcome, the two of you are always on the brink of a "break up", he ends up visiting, the two of you kiss & make up and have renewed hope that this shitshow of a relationship can still work, and it's just an endless, toxic cycle, really. there's genuine love, but he's too in his head & in an entirely different country — world, really — from you, and things are hard and he's shitty at feelings. at this point, sae is 20 & making his debut into the world of professional international football.

on the same day he's about to sign with a great team, he receives a phone call from you.

you're pregnant.

he hangs up without a word. (asshole behavior but seems p in theme with what we're shown so far abt him)

the next part following that is another timeskip. this time, sae is 27 and moving back home to japan. he's in the middle of recovering from an injury, one so bad that he will never be able to play soccer again, especially at the level he was it. now he's back home, licking his wounds, and having to face everything he's spent so hard trying to run away from.

i think this fic is my first attempt at redeeming a character; i know we don't know much abt sae or his internal thoughts + intentions, but i'm having fun with fleshing him out as a flawed person who actually had good intentions. he fucked up, majorly, and reader isn't keen on taking him back. you're colder to him than you ever were, and you barely want anything to do with him. swapping the dynamic on him is also really fun to do as a writer; sae goes from the one who's out of reach and reader is the one chasing after him but now, reader is the person out of reach & sae is the one doing the chasing.

song inspiration: renegade - big red machine ft. taylor swift, cardigan - taylor swift, betty - taylor swift, exile - taylor swift, best - gracie abrams, i know it won't work - gracie abrams, the last time - taylor swift, tis the damn season - taylor swift, right where you left me - taylor swift

married (with benefits) — rin itoshi x f!reader

most likely a loooong one shot (~13k, hopefully not over 20k) nsfw / porn w plot

current stage: outline in progress

current wc: tbd

current tags: fake marriage/marriage of convenience trope, wag culture, single dad!rin, son's teacher!reader, BREEDING KINK, falling in love, mutual pining, oh no there's only one bed!!!!, jealous!rin, protective&possessive!rin, "don't speak to my wife like that" trope

original post talking abt this can be found here

basically reader is FLAT BROKE LMAO and is given the opportunity of a lifetime bc rin itoshi needs to save face and beat his awful ex-wife in their custody battle for his son.

my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue — jean kirstein x f!reader

nsfw / porn w plot one shot (~8k)

current stage: first scene that sets up the mood for the fic is completed

current wc: 1k

current tags: fwb to lovers, toxic relationship (not w jean), college/modern au, praise kink, love confessions, jean is just so sweet & so boyfriend ok, idiots in love, mutual pining, insecure!reader, nsfw

this was a request from a follower <3 basically reader originally likes eren and they're in a toxic situationship and reader is crying over eren at a party, you run into jean, he gives you the best dicking down of your LIFE. essentially, u fall in love w ur situationship but get a happy ending this time around lol

#wttcsms wips

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carrinth · 9 months

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Carrinth's Initial Impressions of DA: Awakening (1/?)

*possible spoilers?*

I was warned that DA:A was buggy and could possibly miss out recruitment/quest completion but my god, I didn't realize it would be a whole laundry list >_>. After some readings and MUCH internal debating, I decided to play at the recommended order. Which makes Justice the last quest :(( Noooo! Now I'm Sad. Wait for me Second Spirit Husband! 😫

Hello obviously temporary party member.

Wow Anders is REALLY different from his DA2 counterpart. I think I understand more why people were so upset. :o It's not just the voice, it's how he talks too. ...Why am I getting serious Alistair vibes from you.

DA2 Anders, you are still my fav First Apostate Husband.

... Marzel and Anders are wearing the same outfit. One of us has to change.

There we go.

Seriously mages have almost NO fashion options in DA 😭

DA:O - The Joining ritual is super secret hush-hush with Special Ingredients and Recipe known only to the Senior Wardens; DA:A - Seneschal dude who isn't even a Grey Warden: free drinks for all~!

Oghren why has your approval reset :(

Nathaniel Howe. Your voice... doesn't match your face. You inherited your dad's erm, striking looks eh? I'm so sorry.

CAT. 🐱

First convo with Anders: "Mages should be FREE." Ohhhh, there you are DA2-ish Anders my beloved. Ok, he's the same guy. Sorta.

Just a bunch of Grey Warden bros.

OMG it's Wade and Hereen! The dialogue!!! Turnip Keep! XD XD XD Hereen why are you so nice to me now? Didn't you kick me out of your shop previously because I enabled your partner's crafting kink?

Decided to go recruit Sigrun! Hopefully I won't break any quests but I'm just gonna go ahead!

Idk but I feel like I like the gameplay of Awakening better? I think since we're all Grey Warden, there's this weird feeling of camaraderie? Like doing Warden things with your Warden bros. Whereas in Origins, it was more people along for the ride temporarily rather than part of your team. Does that make sense??

Could also be because Marzel now has Phenomenal Cosmic Powers and can control the battlefield better resulting in less dying lol. Let's go Storm of the Century baby~!

#the return of marzel #marzel amell #carrinth's continued DA adventures #Dragon Age Stuff

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nightimedreamersworld · 1 year

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag dear @artsyunderstudy your work is lovely as always 🥰

So I've been in that weird limbo where you think a lot about writing, but without doing any actual writing. Oh well.

I've been thinking a lot about Every little helps in particular (and sweating about the fact that I haven't updated it in almost two months 😰) and I have good and bad news about it:

The good: I finally figured out what was troubling me about it

The bad: I scrapped almost everything I had written already. (It's fine, as it was mostly filler that didn't go anywhere. It still hurt tho)

Anyway, here's to hoping a fresh start will rekindle my inspiration...

As for A Charity Case: more bad news on this front. Namely, the massive plot hole I found in the planning of Simon and Baz's date - at this point I'll either have to ditch one of their stops, or I'll have to go back and change a few details on the first chapter, just to make everything fit into one damn night.

Here's an excerpt from when both Simon and I thought this date was going oh soooo smoothly:

So, yeah, I don't mind a bit of reckless spending if it means treating myself to a nice dinner out with the boy I'm trying to woo. And this is the Mage's money, anyway. I'd rather blow through this cursed inheritance as quickly as possible. (I've got enough of it saved to pay rent for several months, and a job lined up to start after the New Year. I'll be fine.)

So I drink the wine. I talk to Baz. And I watch him.

Merlin, he looks gorgeous, all lit up by the warm streetlight coming in through the window. He's looking out, twirling his glass, and I want to devour him.

And last but not least: I've started on my Secret Snowflake fic! This is very draft-y and so might change later, but for now have a snippet that hopefully doesn't give the prompt away:

Somehow, I'd convinced myself we were past that. It's been months since either of us broke down during sex, and even when it happened, we learned quickly how to soothe each other. How to communicate our needs and get to the bottom of the problem. How to overcome whatever it was together.

Now, though, as Simon retreats into a cup of tea, holding himself tightly across from me on the kitchen table, I feel a pinprick of dread.

We've been getting bolder in the bedroom, trying out new things every week. As I wait for Simon to gather his words, I go through my mental list of kinks, wondering what could be setting him off this time.

I feel Simon's foot resting over mine; I'm wearing socks, he isn't. It's the first time he's reached out to me since I got home.

“Don't worry yourself to a strop," Simon says, lowering his mug. He hasn't actually drank the tea. “I'm fine. Just embarrassed, really."

I hum. "I know. I can almost taste the blood on your cheeks."

I'll tag: @bookish-bogwitch (pls give me more RoN) @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @palimpsessed @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @whogaveyoupermission @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @facewithoutheart @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ionlydrinkhotwater @larkral @aristocratic-otter ❤

#simon snow series #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

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justsomeoneunordinary · 2 years

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okay but have y'all ever considered a female gai?

y'know. tall, big, BUFF gai - but a woman?

gai would still be gai obviously but imagine when puberty hits and her breasts start growing and her voice does not deepen as expected and kakashi suddenly has an oh moment.

there are a lot of oh moments during that time in their generation to which rin and kurenai can only shake their heads - boys are so dumb. kakashi is annoyed at himself; he prides himself at being observant but he didn't see that coming. of course he doesn't start treating her differently, but he does need a moment to adjust. his worldview has just been shattered after all.

(turns out he's not as gay as he thought - he's just gai-sexual)

at some point anko befriends gai. after all, girls have to stick together and freaks have to stick together and gai is both. (the latter are just murmurs she picked up but the moment she heard the word "freak" she knew what she had to do.) they're a rather terrifying duo.

during their adolescence anko tries to bring out the more feminine side of gai - to no avail. ("but anko, i can't fight properly if my breasts bounce like that! that's so unpractical!" "huh, why should i pluck my eyebrows?? i don't see how that's going to help my taijutsu?")

on one evening yuago manages to convince her to put on at least some lipstick with a stupid phrase about youth. (anko is so annoyed she didn't think of such a tactic herself.) kakashi almost has a heartattack. he hasn't blushed this much since the first time he picked up an icha icha book when he was 14. yuago is very smug and anko cackling madly. gai remains as oblivious as always.

obviously, she still has a bowl cut. suggesting otherwise would be blasphemy.

she gets mistaken for a man all the time because of her height, the big muscles and the bushy eyebrows. gai doesn't care - she's the great Green Beast of Konoha, that's all that matters. except for the opinion of her hip and cool Eternal Rival, duh.

when she gets a genin team assigned she's very Excited. lee is also very Excited. (when he accidentally calls her mom one time there are a lot of manly tears flooding the floor below them - yes, manly tears. she was raised by dai after all.) tenten is torn between "oh, a strong and competent kunoichi, a real role model!" and "fuck, that woman is weird". neji is just neji.

seeing gai and lee together for the first time raises many questions. mainly: what the fuck?? kakashi knows he's been pretty out of it during his anbu days, but he's sure he would've noticed if gai had been pregnant. right? right???!!! also, she would've been a very young teen, so it's pretty safe to assume lee is not her son. hopefully. but now he wonders if gai is still a virgin? they're adults so there's a good chance she might've had sex already but with whom?? why doesn't kakashi know about that??? and wow, that opens a whole new bag of feelings he rather kept close, so guess who's going on a month-long mission far, far away from the fire country to avoid dealing with said feelings.

madara totally falls in love with her during their fight. that man has a competency and strength kink (and also totally a thing for bowl cuts), of course he's instantly a goner. kakashi isn't a jealous or possessive character, it's just not him. but he really doesn't like the way madara looks at gai at all. even tho he knows gai will have forgotten madara's name tomorrow already. it's what gives him the necessary kick in the ass to finally make his move after the war.

gai is the big spoon, btw.

she also pegs kakashi until he only sees stars and can't move the next day, so there's that.

this post was brought to you by the horny gay part of my brain, you're welcome 💖

#maito gai #kakagai #hatake kakashi #i just. i rlly want a big buff female gai okay #i'm sure kashi wants that too #technically i'm a writer and could just write it myself #but to say it in the very wise words of the naras: ''what a drag''#so i'm just throwing this at y'all in the hopes someone else is going to give me what i want #:)#edit: OHMYGOD I FOUND A FIC!!!!!#AND IT HITS ALL THE SPOTS??????!!!!!!??????!!!!#why's there only one tho i need MOAR

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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one thing i'll never get over is people using therapy as like, a gotcha. Specifically when the thing they're talking about is people sexually enjoying something they think is disgusting. Because a good therapist isn't going to conversion-therapy away your feelings. A good therapist wont work with you to change your desires, they'll work with you to get you to stop repressing your feelings and find out how to express your shit in a harmless way that helps you process it.

And sure, maybe you'll work through your traumas then you'll find you don't really care about the thing you had a kink or a fetish for, but that should never be the goal and trying to make it the goal will NOT work.

it's more likely that you'll just gain a better understanding of yourself and work through actual issues like, idk, PTSD flashbacks and dissociating or something real like that. And in time hopefully you'll stop subscribing to the idea that having bad thoughts or taboo sexual desires makes you a bad person because thoughts and feelings cant hurt anyone except the person trying to repress them!! I feel like that's a pretty important part of therapy, knowing you aren't bad for having a normal reaction to trauma!

ALSO sexual trauma is going to make sex weird!!! You might be disgusted by sex or hypersexual or gain a bunch of taboo kinks and that doesn't hurt anyone!!! You just need to know yourself well enough to know if you're triggering yourself or just enjoying yourself!

"People shouldn't be drawing/writing/making art about X, just go to therapy!" how about YOU go to therapy and learn to ignore stuff you don't like. Why do people assume therapists will somehow how make people Stop Having Trauma?

#nnstuff #rambling #ignore me im havig a fit sfsdf #therapy is not a bludgening tool to throw at people you dont like!!!!!!

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aspiringcockslave · 10 months

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My Kinks

Hello, welcome to my blog. This is probably gonna be super inactive, and I'd rather stay anonymous. I am a switch and moreparts dom in my general life, so I made this blog as a different place to put my submissive thoughts. Apologies if this is rambly, I am very verbose.

I am a virgin trans man interested in someday (hopefully sooner than later) serving (male) cock. I am not into femdom and I'm not into submitting to pussy, so no t4t, sorry. I don't send nudes (yet, but I would like to become comfortable with that eventually). I am 6 years on T and post-op.

I love being obedient and having no control. I can find noncon hot (in fantasy form) but it isn't my preferred form. I love being a mindless slave. I do have a few fantasies of being slowly turned into a mindless slave when once a reluctant fwb, so the two can merge.

The primary focus of my fantasy is how I service others rather than what is done to me (tho there are definitely many things I would LOVE to experience). I love muscular men and I love them reminding me how they are superior to me, and selling it as objective fact. I love worshipping muscular men. That cunts exist to serve cocks. I have some soft limits but my goal is to eventually be willing to do everything outside of my hard limits, thus the name "aspiring cock slave". My submissive dream is to someday be a complete and total slut. Anytime a man asks for sex I say yes. Anytime a man asks me to do anything at all I obey. Eventually, anytime a man wants to do anything to my body he doesn't have to ask, and I will comply and not resist. Even help. Of course, this is a process of slowly leaving my comfort zone.

That being said I do also like the idea of people that know me knowing they can use me this way and keeping me in their home as a slave for a week or two. Having me deep clean their home, having me cook their food, having me keep their cock in my mouth while they work. So, a master/slave dynamic is hot to me as well as the public use.

I mostly fantasize about this in a genderless way, of being treated as a subhuman object that gender doesn't apply, so that's compatible both in a gay ftm way and also in a transphobic "straight" way. I love being degraded so I get definitely be into transphobia, but moreso in an insulting way than a misgendering way, but that can be made hot too. While femininity doesn't turn me on in and of itself, I do like the idea of not having any control, and thus, it not being up to me what gender I present. I will say I kinda hate women's fashion from just an opinion basis so I have never found the idea of dressing like a woman particularly hot, even in a kinky forceful way. But, I try to keep my hard limits list short so it theoretically isn't up to me anyway. Also pregnancy does NOT turn me on. It grosses me out in general (i know i know, the miracle of life its beautiful, but it just weirds me out that someone's body is housing a child), so yeah. Besides, its hotter to me to be public use than domesticity.

HARD LIMITS:

No interest in actually medically detransitioning, no thank you, but if you want to misgender me feel free. I'd find it hotter if you're creative about it tho. I do have fantasies of being forced to detransition or being corrupted into it, but no fantasies i have an interest in experiencing.

Nothing involving people who didn't consent prior (thus nothing "risky" in public, outdoors is fine, but only with no risk of getting caught)

Nothing with feces. I want to eat ass someday but it better be clean.

With all this said, feel free to leave me a message or an ask or a task, or literally anything you want. If it violates my hard limits i'll ignore it, but I guess whatever if you send it. I've never sent someone a nude before, and I'm not theoretically against it, but I just have no experience yet, so its unlikely (at the moment).

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rodentgoth · 11 months

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.X| "Answer Phone" - Ch.1 |X.

Fic Playlist\\Ship Playlist\\ Next Chapter ►

I haven't written a fic in so long it hurts, but these two are pulling me out of my slump!

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

Chixie returned to her hive tired and more furious than ever.

She threw her case of outfits onto the floor.

Another day, another gig taken away by some wannabe highblood performers. She didn't bother crashing their set, all the members were insanely popular purple bloods. To make matters worse, they each had their own set of bodyguards.

Chixie can be brave when she wants to be, but she isn't stupid. She knew when it was a fight she wouldn't win.

She crashed onto her couch sobbing and screaming.

That's when she heard the familiar ping of her palmhusk.

"Oh great…" She said to herself.

Usually, her palmhusk only went off for two reasons, and neither of them was particularly good.

It was either another venue calling to tell her her gig was canceled or that she couldn't perform there anymore.

Or worse, Zebruh calling expecting some form of "reward" for promoting her on his blog.

She begrudgingly got up and took the device out of her case.

To her surprise, it was Chittr dm from an account she didn't recognize.

@R3dSplatter:: Hey! I love your music and your voice! Shame you didn't get to perform tonight :(.

The account icon was of a Burgundy blood, covering his face so only his caste symbol showed. She tapped on the account and scrolled through it. It seemed legit, they were promoting and posting about various underground lowblood performers, kind of like Zebruh. Unlike Zebruh though, they weren't patronizing or self-righteous about it, they seemed to have a genuine love for all these trolls and their craft.

Chixie felt a few tears form in the corners of her eyes. She rarely got any actual compliments for her work. Most of her interactions were from weird bots or desperate trolls trying to get their bulges wet. It felt good to see someone actually enjoy her art. She began to respond:

@Chixie::Thank you! Yeah, it sucks…it's the third time this week my gigs have been pulled, but whatcha gonna do, hehehe… @R3dSplatter:: Awww, do you at least know when and where your next shows are gonna be?" @Chixie::I…don't, sorry. Most of the places I had planned already canceled on me. And the ones that haven't probably will eventually. @R3dSplatter:: Well, I hope you find something soon, you're too bright and beautiful to fade away.

She felt a blush slowly creep across her face at that last comment.

@Chixie::Thank you. Hopefully, something will come up.

Chixie felt her eyes getting heavy and decided now would be a good time to get some rest. Her heart was still fluttering from the conversation, it was just what she needed after a week of being screwed over. It gave her a small bit of hope that things would get better.

#bronze clown ship #bronze clown #fanfic #mine #fanfiction #fic #local gamzee kinnie writes bad fanfic not clickbait #chixie roixmr #marvus xoloto #hiveswap marvus #hiveswap chixie #hiveswap #marvus x chixie #homestuck

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spacecatbowtie · 2 years

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The Chemist - Din/Reader - Chapter 1

I posted this on AO3 a while ago. But figured I'd post it here too.

Rating: EXPLICIT!! 18+

Summary: Din gets injected with some weird chemical, It makes him do things he would never do otherwise. Before he loses control, he tells you to run and hide ;)

Warnings: Dubious consent / Manhandling / swearing

Tags: Glove kink / helmet kink / hunter x prey kink / a lotta kinks / but Mando actually just needs a hug

(feedback is much appreciated <3 )

Chapter 1 - Hide and seek

It is starting to get late. The sky had slowly turned from blue to pink and now to a curious orange. I had been staring at the sky for the past few minutes, done with my tasks on the ship. While the man who let me stay with him for a while is on his mission, it is my job to keep the ship tidy and do some shopping for meals in the nearby city or village.

Hopefully he will be back soon, I don't like being alone in the dark.

I sit at the top of the open boarding ramp, one leg dangling over the side edge. My gaze slides from the darkening sky upon the forest rim, where the trees started to get dense.

There he is. The Mandalorian, back with the catch of today. He walks with a steady stride, pushing the bounty in front of him. A smile crept up my lips. I always enjoyed his company. He does not talk much, but that is what is so soothing about his presence. Even with his helmet, I am mostly able to read him. My hand shoots up to wave at him. In a small gesture he returns the greeting.

I can't stop my smile from widening. But then it falters and my body freezes. When he is around 5 meters away from the ship, I see something in the forest.

I point behind him. 'Mando, look!' But it is too late. He is hit with a heavy laser blast. White-orange light blinds me, and the sound is deafening in the quiet forest. It must have been stronger than a regular blaster because it threw him back on the dirt ground.

The bounty screams, jumps back up and sprints away into the dense woods. 'Shit.' The Mandalorian gets up as well and starts firing back at the threat.

I turn to get one of his other blasters left in the ship. But by the time I manage to have one fire ready, I hear voices and sounds of struggling. Maybe I had not been seen yet. With the gun to my chest, I peek around the corner of one of the storage crates.

A long male Twi’lek with light pink skin, dressed in a black robe looks to be in charge. Four big creatures surround him. They must be at least two meters tall and half as wide.

A few of the same creatures lay motionless and smoking on the ground a little further back. Mando had managed to get a few of them, but it is not enough. Two of the men had managed to grab Mando and push him to the ground.

The tall Twi'lek signs for one of his men to the inside of the ship. Fuck they had seen me. But it walked straight past me to the carbon-freezers. After having found the bounty he was looking for, he de-frosts it and takes the unconscious body to his master. Again, without seeing me.

With the gun now ready to aim I peek around the corner again. The Twi’lek is discussing something with the monstrous man who had stolen the bounty. I am scared and shaking, I had never experienced something like this before. I have to do something.

They seem about to leave, without hurting the Mandalorian. But still they were taking credit prize from him, and they made the one from today escape! He risks his life by catching them. He takes care of me, and now I have to take care of him.

After taking a deep breath, I stand up. Trying to look tough. I fire a warning shot in the air. “Stop right there!”

Shocked, they all turn their head to look up at me. Mando lets out a sound that could be a curse.

“Put the bounty on the ground and leave.” My voice begins to shake. “Before I do something you will regret.”

The figure in the black cloak starts laughing. “Now isn't this fun!” He snorts, turning to Mando. “You got yourself a little plaything here.”

Not having expected this reaction, I reply; “I'm not, we are just travelling together for a while.”

I look at Mando. He is shaking his head. A sign for me to shut up.

The pink man takes a step towards me. Quickly, I take my aim at him. This makes him smile. “I have a better idea.”

He takes a blaster from the belt of one of his men and presses it against the part of Mando’s shoulder that is not covered in armour.

“Now put the gun away and come here.”

Shit. I did not think of that. I do as he says and shoot an apologetic look towards the Mandalorian.

When I'm close enough, the Twi'lek grabs me and shoves me into the last remaining of his men with empty hands.

“Now what to do with you…” He laughs again and looks from me to Mando. “I am no monster, I won't kill you… no… I am a chemist, you see. And I rather enjoy altering the mind. Everything we do and feel is the result of chemical processes in our body. I can make the strongest men and women die of grief, I can turn people against each other in jealousy and let them hunt and hurt each other. The possibilities are endless. Hormones are funny like that.”

I am starting to get more scared. This person is obviously crazy.

From under his cloak, he reveals a thin leather briefcase and clicks it open. It is filled with neatly stored glass vials strapped to the walls of the case.

“Hmm, let me see.” He draws his finger over the small glass containers. “Ah, yes. This will be sufficient. I have seen the effects of it many times, a great way of entertainment for me and my men.” The big creature holding me seems to know what he is talking about and their low laugh rumbles through the air.

The chemist picks up a syringe and draws a dark green liquid from the glass tube. He turns around with a wide smile on his face, but his eyes remain dark.

Mando struggles against his captors. “Don't you dare touch her!” He warns.

“Oh, but I won’t.” He walks past me towards him. “You will do that for me.”

Mando and I share a look again, this time a confused one.

What could he possibly mean by that?

The closer the Twi’lek comes the harder Mando struggles, managing to slip out of the grip of the guard on his left, and with that force he punches the right one in his face. This makes the monster loosen his grip and stumble back. Then he kicks the legs of the left one from under him when it tries to grab hold of him again. He reaches for his blaster. But the creature holding me releases me, jumps in front of him and slaps it out of his hand.

I try to help and get to Mando but the Twi’lek grabs me by my arm. I see what is about to happen and yell out “MANDO BEHIND Y-” I am cut off by the hand on my mouth, he squeezes hard and my cheeks burn.

Mando's head snaps to me. This gives the guards a chance. They jump on him, three of them. Mando grunts and fights, but they force him on his knees. One of them holds his head back with its big hand on the helmet.

I try to kick and punch my apprehender, but he is stronger than he looks and easily holds me against him. He pushes me to my knees too. “Hold her down” he commands to one of the three holding Mando.

With him now secured, the two left can hold him down easily.

“Now let us not stray further and get this done.” Striding over, the chemist holds the needle in his right hand. With his left he pushes the Mandalorian's head even further back in an uncomfortable position, so he has complete access to his neck which is only covered in fabric.

I cry out when the chemist roughly pierces the needle through the fabric in his skin. I see the liquid disappear from the vial into the flesh.

Next he extracts the needle. “I would watch this spectacle if I had the time. But unfortunately, I have a client waiting for this one.” He signs with his head to the now half unconscious bounty.

“Still, I like the thought of what is going to happen. You will not die, but this is even better. I see you both respect each other and care for each other. However, that is soon about to change.”

With an evil grin full of malicious pleasure he looks down at Mando who is not able to keep his head upright anymore and just keeps it down with his chin on his chest. I whimper his name out of worry.

“You will have to live with the guilt of what you are about to do.” Then he turns to me. “And you'll have to live with fear of him, and the trauma you will be exposed to.” The sheer Joy in his eyes is prominent.

I glare at him with hate.

“Now, if you will please excuse me, I have credits to collect.”

Then he walks away in the direction of the city, a few kilometres from here.

His men follow him, letting go of the Mandalorian, who without the support falls forward. But he is able to catch himself with his hands. Immediately after the grip on me is released, I dash to him. “Are you okay? Mando!” I kneel in front of him and try to push him a little more upright on his knees.

His breath is heavy and slow

“Oh, what did he do to you?” I cup my hands on either side of his helmet, trying to make contact with him. His head is heavy in my hands. “Are you okay? How do you feel?!”

He lets out a sound between a moan and a grunt. He still does not move, but he is conscious. Slowly he lifts his head by himself. He seems to be looking straight at me. “I don't know.. I feel.. Odd..” He says slowly with a low and raspy voice.

“Let me look at where he punctured you” with my shaky fingers I start to pull at the fabric around his neck, shoving it aside. A slither of skin gets visible beneath the edge of his helmet. I hook my fingers around the collar of his garment. On the impact of my cold fingers against his heated skin, he flinches and I hear a modulated sound of a sharp intake of breath.

“Sorry!” I say quickly.

Pulling the fabric further down, I start to look for the puncture wound.

“What could he have meant by What you are about to do”? What did he put in you?”

“Whatever it is, it can’t be good” His voice sounds strangled.

Looking closer, my breath touches his neck. “I found it, it does not look too bad, maybe it's harmless. Perhaps he just tried to scare us.”

My fingers move across the skin of the little red spot. He stiffened and one of his hands shoots up to wrap firmly around my wrist. I gasp and look up at his visor. I notice how close we are now.

His grip gets firmer. “Ouch, that kinda hurts, Mando.” I try to pull back and lean away from him.

“I think you better stay away from me He rasps out, his voice heavy with something I cannot make out.

Then he quickly releases me. The sudden lack of his hold makes me fall backwards. I stand up on my feet.

“Why? What is it he did to you?”

Even though he released his grip on me, his gaze makes me feel stuck in place.

“Like he said, he can make anyone lose control. I feel it slipping away, every breath it gets harder to suppress.”

He leans forward on his hands again, looking at the ground beneath him breathing heavy

“Is there anything I can do to help?” stepping closer to him again, wanting to help in any way. I can't bear to see him in any kind of pain.

"No, stop!" The loud panic in his voice makes me stand still again. The moan he lets out next makes me shiver. "Stay away from me" It sounds less convincing now.

"Eh, okay." I take a few steps back. He looks up at me again.

"No. Further. Run and hide." He makes it sound like a command. He pulls his sniper rifle over his head and throws it at my feet. "Do anything you have to do, you know how it works" His voice sounds shallow and in pain.

He turns away from me, still crouched. One knee on the ground and his arm leaning on the other.

"Okay, so – where shall I hide?" My feet shuffle nervously in the dry sand.

His humourless chuckle makes me more on edge. “That is the point darling, you have to hide from me.”

I blush and look away, he never called me that. But I rather like it.

When I look at him again, he is shaking. "Now will you please go, I don't know how longer I can stop myself from having you." The last part comes out as a lustful moan. This is what makes me turn around and run. Not what he said or the way he said it, but the unexpected thrill that shot through my body is what makes me run.

I slip down the hill over the loose sand and rocks. When I think I am out of his sight, I take a sharp turn left. Going through the forest seems like the best way to hide.

With the gun heavy in my hand, I keep running for a few minutes, zigzagging and taking unexpected turns to try to make myself untrackable. After jumping over a beautiful slow flowing creek I am out of breath and decided to hide between a narrow sloth carved in a low cliff. It is not deep, but deep enough to make me unnoticeable for someone walking by.

I am only able to get in there while crouching. With the gun in front of me I try to get my breathing to slow down. I listened. There is no sound other than the small forest creatures moving around and my soft, shallow breaths.

Maybe I should not have left him. Maybe he needed help. Maybe he is there still on the ground, dying, calling out for me.

Guilt washes over me. I am about to get out of my hiding place to go back when I heard something. Slow but deliberate footsteps. Like always, he is good at staying undetected. But the crunching of the dry leaves is unavoidable.

My fight or flight kicks in again. Not knowing what to expect next. Crawling even further back against the cold stone wall, I wait. The crunching of leaves is getting closer.

Then it stops.

I hold my breath, not daring to make a sound. He lets out another short laugh, the same deep, raspy voice. Less humourless now. Then the footsteps start again. But they move away this time.

I release my breath, Harder than I meant to. Quickly clamping a hand to my mouth, as if I could take back the sound I made. With big eyes I wait. He sounded farther away now. I don't move until the sound had disappeared completely.

What would be the plan from this point on, am I to wait here?

For how long?

I might as well get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as possible and wait the night out.

My legs start to tingle from squatting the whole time. I collect a heap of dry leaves to sit on. With a sigh I lean back against the rock with my legs in front of me. Next to me the sniper rifle stands against the rock wall as well. I had enough time to grab it when he decided to come back. The crunchy leaves would give him away.

Deciding to make the best of this situation I admire the tall trees through the opening of my little cave. The stars shine bright between the branches. When my eyes are fully adjusted, I can even make out a few life forms hopping from branch to branch. In one treetop is even an egg-shaped nest. I wonder what kind of animal lives there.

Suddenly I hear shuffling above me. And then something drops itself down from the cliffs edge, landing gracefully on two legs. He is facing me. It is the Mandalorian that had said to stay away from him. "Now I've got you."

"No!" Quickly I grab the sniper, but before I can aim it at him, he has hold of my foot and pulls me towards him, out of the safe hiding spot. My free leg kicks him- but it does nothing against his armour, of course. It only hurts my ankle when it hits the hard surface the wrong way.

'Fuck' I groan under my breath. He pulls me even closer by grabbing both my ankles.

He bends over me. "That is indeed what I'm planning to do to you, my dear."

Again, a shiver runs down my back with how dark his voice feels. His eyes must be just as dark, looking at me. The intensity of that thought makes me whimper. Perhaps the chemist also did something to me, I felt hot and I crave.. Something.

The fingers digging in my thigh makes me come back to my senses. Grabbing the sniper with both hands, I aim it at him. "Stop! I'll shock you!"

His gaze looks up from my thighs to my eyes. He makes a dismissive sound. Crawling further onto me, until his chest meets the front of the taser gun.

"Do it." He sounds commanding again.

I remain still and silent, hoping this situation will disappear somehow if I do not move. I can't stop my quick shallow breaths though.

"See you won't hurt me, you can't bear that." He snickers. "But by not giving into me you hurt me as well, I must have you. Now."

His grip on my thighs tightens even more. His other gloved hand makes his way up my stomach, touching my skin where my top had crept up. I whimper again and close my eyes. I keep getting overwhelmed by this feeling I did not recognize. I had never felt this way with anyone, and it scares me.

"I see you want it too, let me take care of you darling"

That last word makes me think about the first time he called me that. When he ordered me to keep away from him, whatever it took. "I'm sorry Mando." Then with my full strength I shove the tip of the gun between his chest plate and his helmet, hitting his throat. He staggers back, holding his throat, coughing.

"You bitch!" he roars at me.

I yelp and shoot up, running away from him. This time I run straight back to the ship. Maybe if I am fast enough, I could get in and close the boarding ramp behind me. He'd be locked out and I could wait there until he is himself again, if he even could, potentially he stays like this forever. No, I could not think like that. First get somewhere safe. To keep away from him like he wanted me to before he lost all of his control.

I reach the ship and run onboard, without looking behind me I push the button to close the ship. Then with my sniper pointed towards the slowly closing gap, I walk backwards until I feel my back hit the wall. I watch for any kind of movement.

Then two gloved hands grab the edge of the closing ramp. He pulls himself up with no too little struggle and jumps on the metal floor. He stands still, looking at me, the only way out slowly closing behind him. When the ship closes with a hiss and a metallic bang, he starts to walk towards me.

In one last attempt to escape, I turn and try to climb the ladder to the cockpit. But before I could touch my feet to the second step, I am pulled back by an arm around my waist. I shriek. And then again when he pushes my front against the ladder, his body firmly against my back. With one hand, he takes the sniper from my hand. I don't even bother to keep a hold on it. I sigh, letting my forehead lean against one of the steps.

The cold metal from the ladder and his armour all around my body feels soothing in a way. I am still hot and breathing heavily from the running.

I try reasoning with him. "It is that shit he gave you that makes you do this, you wouldn't do this, you wouldn't want this, this isn't you."

When he answers, I can hear the smirk on his lips. "But you see darling, that is the thing." His voice is low through the modulator, making him sound dangerous. "It is me. It is me who wants this. That 'shit' only took away the brakes. It took away the cowardness that stops me normally."

One hand rests on my hip, and the other starts stroking my hair, pulling on it softly. I shiver against him. This man literally made me a shivering mess. He makes a low approving hum. He had definitely felt it. And he likes it.

Suddenly he spins me around by my shoulders and pins me against the ladder again. With my back this time. His head is the slightest bit tilted when he looks at me. He brings his hand up and I flinch. He shocks me by stroking my cheek softly. The affection is so sudden and surprising that I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

He hums again.

His hand then grabs my chin. It is big enough to cover my cheeks too. I look up at him with big eyes filled with fear, confusion, and something else. I search for his eyes in the blackness of his visor. Like a black hole, it sucks me in. His hand's grip gets tighter and his voice is rough when he speaks again.

'Now be a good girl for me, ye' With that the hand on my jaw pushes me down and I stumble to my knees. I almost lost my balance, but he slips his fingers through my hair and grips tightly. Steadying me.

He pulls my hair back, so I am forced to look up at him. My body gets hotter, and my mind runs wild. I tremble with anticipation or fear, or both. I do not know.

With his other hand, he rubs my cheek again, sliding to my chin and then to my lips. With his thumb, he tugs a little on my bottom lip. I know what he wants, but I would not give it to him, I would not open my mouth for him. Keeping my lips tightly together, I shake my head lightly.

He sighs.

The grip on my hair gets tighter, hurting me, I wince and let out a soft moan of pain.

“I like that sound. Now open up.”

He grabs my face and squeezes both sides of my mouth, forcing it open. He takes the opportunity and shoves his thumb inside the warm wetness. “Yes, like that.”

His thumb moves across my tongue, exploring. The leather of his gloves is rough and tastes like dirt and metal.

Apparently, he does not think his thumb can get deep enough, because he changes fingers. Pushing both his index- and middle finger down my throat, which makes me gag.

“Such a good girl for me.” He coos.

Him, calling me that, changes something in me. I want him to call me that again. I close my lips around his gloved fingers and start sucking softly and cautiously, His breath hitches, he speeds up the rhythm in which he finger-fucks my mouth.

"Yes baby." he starts to whisper sweet dirty nothings. “I'm gonna take you so hard, I'm gonna fuc..”

Then I bite down. Hard.

Chapter 2

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