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#some of y’all nasty fucks out there and your kinks kill me
s-4pphics · 1 year
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i fucking love ur ballerina reader series dude ur like my new favorite writer rn ughhhh. can we pls get another part with a strap???
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this is so sweet baby thank u!! and of course y’all can :3 
wc;cw: 1.06k uh oh, MDNI, reader being mean n nasty n a painslut we been knew that tho, her panties make a return slayyyy, some dirty talk, strap sucking, riding, choking, spanking, more breeding n daddy kink omg, spit🤭, ellie being obsessed??, slight dumbification again hehe, uh i think that’s it idk
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you were having a very, very terrible day. 
your dance director had been grilling you about the small errors you made in your port de bras because he hates you(if you want to be the lead, act like it! you look sloppy!), and to put it frankly, you were seething. 
you ended up excusing yourself into the bathroom to calm yourself down so you could finish rehearsals in peace: you were literally about to kill somebody. you checked your phone as you patted the sweat off your forehead and paced, and—much to your delighted surprise—ellie sent you a little kiss emoji. your mood lightened slightly, she is so cute!
she promised that she would pick you up after rehearsals today so you could hang out at her apartment(u can spend the night if u wanna :p, she’d texted right after her first invite, not knowing your overnight bag was packed and waiting by your dorm door!), and you couldn’t wait to suck her dic—
the door pushed open and you jumped before the familiar voice of your roommate blurted out he's lookin' for you, baby, c'mon out! you rolled your eyes as you released a heavy sigh, discarding the damp cloth in the garbage, adjusting your black leotard and heading back into the dance studio to your instructor’s relentless berating. 
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you were fucking pissed and sore as you waited on the curbside of the parking lot next to your dorm building. your instructor did not leave you the fuck alone for the remainder of your class. 
he’d been breathing down your neck the entire two hours, and you’d been this close to ripping the barre off the wall and bashing his head in with it. 
you had some time to run upstairs to you and your roommates shared space after rehearsals to take your ice bath and roll your leg and feet muscles out before ellie came to get you. 
a few minutes passed, and you heard the familiar stutter of ellie’s dented, rusted car pull up to you. she excitedly rolled her windows down with a bright squeal of hiii, baby! before she noticed the blank face on your cute ass face, watching you throw your bag on the floor of her car while you sat in the passenger's seat. 
“hey,” you said simply. 
“hi.. what happened?” she asked, brows pulled down in concern. 
“rehearsals sucked today, don’t wanna talk about it, to be honest.” 
“okay… you ready to go?” 
you only nodded as you turned the radio on, tears glossing your eyes. ellie said nothing, but she grabbed your hand in your lap and gave it a gentle squeeze as she pulled out of the parking lot. 
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ellie held your hand in hers as she led you into her complex and onto the elevator, hitting the number ‘4’ as the doors shut. you leaned back against the wall and thudded your head against it with your eyes shut. you were so tired. 
“are you hungry? we can order whatever you want,” she asked softly as she leaned against the wall with you, pressing soft kisses into your clothed shoulder. 
you only nodded at her as she nuzzled you before a loud ding! rang through the enclosed space, silver doors opening to show the hallway. 
she grabbed your hand again and led you out the elevator, walking two doors down and unlocking her home. 
she pulled you in before she softly closed and locked the door behind you. 
she nodded towards her plush-looking couch with a small smile, “sit down and tell me what you wanna eat.” 
“ellie.” 
“mhm?” 
“where’s your dick?” 
and she damn near choked and died. whatthefuckwhatthefuck—
“where’s my… where’s my dick?” she replied, slurring slightly. 
“yeah.” 
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ellie had your purple, sheer panties stuffed in her mouth as you rode the fuck out of her. 
the minute she guided you to her room and revealed her cleaned, navy blue strap shoved into her bottom drawer, you pounced on her. you’d pushed her onto the bed, tore her clothes off, and shoved your face between her legs without a word and she let you. you made her cum in your mouth with her shaky legs over your shoulders and your fingers inside her and she was losing her mind. after she nutted in your mouth, you silently reached for the dick and passed it to her, wordlessly ushering for her to put it on as you undressed yourself. 
she’d strapped it over her pussy, shuddering slightly whenever it brushed over her clit, before you pushed her down onto the bed, got on your knees, and sucked it into your mouth and ellie knew she was going to die she would die—
she doesn't even remember how the two of you got here, her bed was banging on the wall as you bounced on her, your hands balancing yourself on her knees, your propped up and your feet digging into her bed with your head thrown back. 
“y‘dick feels so fuckin’ good, daddy, fuck!” 
she couldn’t even say anything back to you, and it wasn’t because of your wet underwear in her mouth, but because she forgot how to fucking speak! if she couldn’t remember the alphabet how was she going to talk you through your nut! her eyes were rolled back and her hands were on your hips as her thumbnail dug into your little flower tat that she gave you and she was gonna cum so hard. she’d already came once in your mouth and another time when you first sat on her cock, but she felt this one building in her throat, all the way down to her toes oh shit oh shit—
you tore the panties out of her mouth before you moved to sit on your knees, grabbing her throat with both your hands, squeezing hard, forcing her to hold your intense gaze. 
“gonna cum inside your pussy, daddy? yeah? gonna make a mess in me?” 
she couldn’t speak due to how loud she was, only whining out weak ‘uh huh uh huhs’ as you grinded the strap onto her clit and she couldn’t sit still, so she slapped your ass hard and nodded fast because she was right there and it felt so good—
she barely noticed that her tongue had been sticking out dumbly before she felt you harshly grab her cheeks with your hand and spat a glob right on her tongue, small specks landing on her cheeks and she was cumming she was cumming!—
“fuuuck! fuckfuckfuck—uuggh!”
“yeahyeah, give it t’me, gimmegimmegimme!—“ 
ellie swore she was going to fucking faint. she hasn’t come this hard in her life since… ever! she mindlessly reached up to grab your tits as a grounding, but she accidentally ended up digging her nails into your nipples hard and you came so fast from that alone—
…you felt so much better afterwards!
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demonytekav · 3 years
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My downfall
You know….there is one phrase that usually ends up in me regretting my decisions. It’s kinda 50/50 out of 100 on if it’s a positive outcome or not in normal life situations. In regards to fics? It’s more like 30/70 - the bad outweighing the good….
“I’m curious…”
That single fucking thought gets me into more “oh god what am I reading” situations than I’d prefer to admit.
But alas, I have a tendency to investigate and well….a lot of times I end up feeling the need to scrub my eyes with bleach.
A metric fuck ton of bleach.
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keilemlucent · 4 years
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long days for bad people
(r18+)
hawks | takami keigo x reader
ao3
word count: ~6k
Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.
warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink
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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want? 
there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic. 
i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!
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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.
God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.
But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.
It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days. 
You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours. 
You had two weeks to pay him back.
...
You didn’t make it in time.
You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.
After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.
Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?
They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.
Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.
You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.
“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”
Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.
Hawks.
You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much. 
“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”
Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.
He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”
Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.
“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”
You swallowed, nodding.
The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.
Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.
Hawks appraised you.
You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment. 
Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:
He’s going to drop you and kill you.
When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”
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 Your new existence was certainly better than death.
If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.
But, until then, you worked for the League.
You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk. 
With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog. 
The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.
 Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.
You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.
Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them. 
You felt somewhat untouchable.
A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...
‘Songbird’
As he liked to call you, anyway. 
Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.
Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine. 
Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care. 
You were comfortable and content. 
...
[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes 
[you]: what if i don’t
[bird boss]: do u really want to find out
[you]: ...
[you]: im just curious 
[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird 
[you]: u make me wanna u know
[you]: i know it gets you riled up
[bird boss]: tread lightly kid
[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text
[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?
[bird boss]: use your imagination
[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird
[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3
 You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered. 
You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.
Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too. 
There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes. 
Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion. 
Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by. 
Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.
When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse. 
The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance. 
His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows. 
Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures. 
“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.
And the other one.
And the deadbolt.
You swallowed thickly. 
As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.
Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger. 
He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished. 
Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego. 
Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office. 
And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood. 
“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”
You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk. 
As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”
Oh, so it was one of those moods. 
Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up. 
Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way. 
You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control. 
Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.
“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”
He laughed under his breath. 
You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks. 
You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?
“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”
“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”
“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.
His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on. 
“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.
“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”
“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”
“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.” 
Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.
You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.
“Up and don’t get smart about it.”
Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.
You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”
Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”
Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen. 
You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants. 
You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.
Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.
But, you were feeling bold.
You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.
You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.
All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you. 
You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you. 
Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”
You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”
Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.
You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.
You smirked.
A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.
“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”
Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you. 
Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming. 
You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state. 
Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold. 
Consequences.
“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”
Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.
His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.
His wings stood on end.
You gulped from below him.
Maybe you pushed your luck too far.
Maybe. 
“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”
You were fucked.
Good.
A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.
You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”
You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.
“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”
You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.
“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.
Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.
A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body. 
You wanted more.
A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?” 
His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment. 
Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you. 
Plainly, you spit on him.
The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.
He blinked at you. 
You continued to smile.
His own expression grew strained.
“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”
You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut. 
“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”
“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically. 
Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.
“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back. 
“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.
You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed. 
“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.
It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.
You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him. 
Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”
This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides. 
Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty. 
“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.
“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.
He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?” 
“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock. 
 “Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.” 
He was so right, wasn’t he?
With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best. 
Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him. 
Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded. 
But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way. 
Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.
Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?
You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.
 Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.
“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”
You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.
“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”
You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily. 
His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”
You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”
It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.
“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”
You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit. 
“You’re my good girl.” 
You melted in his arms.
Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his. 
Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably. 
But with the League?
You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god. 
Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.
Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.
Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.
“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.
Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”
He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”
You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.
Your words were willed to be solid.
“I want your cock, daddy.” 
It was just enough.
Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.
Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”
You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.
As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw. 
The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been. 
Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness. 
(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)
“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips. 
Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.
“Uh-huh,” You panted. 
You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.
“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—
“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.
His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings. 
“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.
You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech. 
Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.
It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.
You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue. 
“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”
The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.
“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”
Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right. 
“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”
You nodded, rolling your hips back. 
Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.
He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet. 
“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.
“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.
A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.
“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”
You nodded.
“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”
You gave him words, plenty of them. 
Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.
Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained. 
You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat. 
Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”
You let go.
A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full. 
Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.
You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.
The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”
You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in. 
Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.
“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer. 
You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest. 
“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”
“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”
Your voice broke, parched.
Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”
You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it. 
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Hold it (JJK x Reader) 👽💜☁️🔞
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💚 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
💚 Genre: Alien AU!, friends to lovers, fluff, angst (!), smut
💚 Warnings: (oh boy) soft boi kook, sex talk, angst, miscommunication, small argument, mentions of an animal attack, mentions of blood and a bite wound, aggressive Kookie, you all finally get your nasty time, soft sex, soft!dom Kookster, size kink, strength kink, marking, biting, bruising, manhandling, mentions of attempted masturbation, big dick kook, kook basically has an alien dick what y’all want from me, you wanted this don’t ever forget that, knotting(in a sense, like his dick inflates when he cums lol), lots of cum, transluscent tentacle action, squirting, soft confession, unprotected sex because they can’t reproduce, this is an alien Au pls use condoms in real life thank you, mildly possessive kook, aftercare, messy sex
💚 Summary: The world is literally ending. In a last effort to save earth, the race of Alcor demands humanities planet to be given into their care, as humans have been slowly killing the planet for way too long. But it’s humanity we’re talking about; they never give up without a fight. Even if they should.
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Part of the Alien!JK series!
Catch it | Hold it | Keep it | Save it | ???
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Jungkook's and your relationship slowly became.. more and more intimate you could say.
He'd openly talked about his romantic interest in you several times before, and you've grown quite fond of him as well over the course of time. You've learned that Alcorians had no understanding of sarcasm whatsoever, and typically spoke quite bluntly and openly about what they thought. It was seen as charming if you were able to speak without holding back anything, and it was something your shy self had to get used to first. Jungkook however had studied quite a lot about humans however, so by now, he was a self-proclaimed expert in human behavior. You had to admit though, he did do his homework.
Whenever Namjoon was over to check up on you, (something he had to, since it was a rule made by the alcorian government to check up on humans every month to make sure they're treated well) Jungkook proudly explained to him what he'd learned about your kind, almost like a kid showing a new drawing. He even went out to find cookbooks that described human desserts and treats just to learn how to make some of your favorite thing. It was endearing, really.
You also found out more layers of his personality.
He was incredibly sensitive to smells and fabrics, all of his blankets having a specific soft but not too soft feeling to them. He liked sweet and gentle smells, and always told you that your 'main smell' as he called it, was absolutely his favorite. Alcorians had heightened senses Namjoon had explained to you, which was why Jungkook easily picked up on things that you stayed oblivious to.
He loved if you wore his jackets or sweaters, and he most recently bought you a delicate locket bracelet with his information on it. It was beautifully made and looked great- but you still wore the collar he'd give you most of the time. When he'd asked you once you had explained to him that it was a comfort thing for you- other alcorians could easily spot that you were claimed, and wouldn't look at you funny. He'd smiled at that, and had also made sure to hug you a lot that night.
It took him a while to grow confident enough in his own ability to restrain himself during the night to let you sleep in the same bed as him. He'd been absolutely scared shitless that he'd roll you over in his sleep, but you'd assured him that he didn't move that much, so it would be fine. What he was still completely terrified of, it seemed like, was intimacy.
Now, you both had been getting as far as kissing. He loved the gesture, and loved to kiss you randomly during the day- that wasn't the issue. But whenever you tried to get him to do something more- he found some reason to simply book it before he could let himself be swept away.
And you were growing frustrated.
It wasn't that you couldn't wait for it, or that you were desperate- you could definitely give him time, if he'd finally tell you clearly if he even wanted that with you. If you thought about it, you didn't even know if Alcorians had sex like humans. Maybe they didn't do it like that, maybe they had some odd form of ritual or whatever- you had no idea, and you refused to talk to namjoon about it of all people. You knew that he would probably explain it to you, in quite detail since alcorians were like that, but you somehow wanted Jungkook to explain it to you instead. Yeah, maybe you should ask him about it- or maybe you could be difficult.
So as you laid on the bed that was way too big for you, you simply let your mind wander, having a bit of time for yourself. And as any sex-deprived human being, you decided to let your fantasies take over your mind, uncaring about Jungkook- since he'd been out for a bit, meeting up with a friend he'd said.
You wondered what he'd look like. In a lot of ways, alcorians were very similar to humans- but you somehow had a feeling that there had to be something different about their anatomy if you couldn't reproduce like Namjoon had once mentioned. Judging from his accidental boner a few days ago, you had quite the suspicion that he was.. well packaged, to say the least. He'd been a bit embarrassed about it when you'd shyly pointed it out, and ever since then, he'd made sure to get up earlier than you to avoid you seeing his morning wood, something that you'd told him was completely normal, and not at all something to be ashamed of. He seemed a bit nervous every time you brought that topic up, however, which did make you wonder.
Maybe he just wasn't into you like that? Or maybe he was a rough person in bed. The thought of that made your spine shudder, a spark igniting inside you as your mind came up with images of his hands holding your wrists above your head, those sweet lips of his tracing your skin and leaving prints of invisible fire behind. Your hand slowly wandered lower, fingers pushing against your clothed core as you practically heard him purr into your ear how good you were being for him. Was he possessive? Was he dominant? Or was he gentle and sweet? You couldn't know.
"Y/N I-" He suddenly stood in the door, making you yelp as you quickly pulled the covers over you. A useless action really, since you didn't even get to undress yourself- thankfully. If he would've arrived any later, it would've been so much more awkward. "Are you okay?" He asked, genuine and almost innocent concern in his voice as he looked at you.
This was so fucking awkward.
You could practically feel your cheeks heat up as the embarrassment hit you, realization that you almost masturbated in his bed of all places taking over your mind as you tried to come up with something to talk yourself out of it. "Yeah, yeah! Nothing wrong just eh.. tired." You said, not meeting his gaze as his brows furrowed, now fully taking you in.
You were shy about something, that much he knew. He'd studied your body language by now to a point were he knew that you were okay, but uncomfortable. Your cheeks were tinted a flushed pink, eyes not meeting his as you squeezed the sheets in your hands, legs underneath the covers moving restlessly. His eyes widened as he finally took in every aspect of the situation. Your breath was still a bit quicker than usual, the shyness, and the smell that hung in the air.
"Were you.. pleasuring yourself?" He asked, pupils dilated now that he had connected the dots. You'd been touching yourself in his bedroom, on his bed, while he hadn't been there. Why would you do that? Did you not want him like that? Did he make you uncomfortable?
"I uh.. Oh god this is so awkward." You said, dropping your face into your hands as Jungkook stepped closer, before sitting on the bed, across from you.
"Namjoon had explained to me that humans do that to feel good." He said, gaze never wavering from you as he continued. "But he also said that you only do that when you don't have a partner." He continued, now leaning forwards a bit, voice a bit whiny as he seemed confused. "You have me though? Why would you do that alone if you have me?" He asked, and you just wanted to disappear as you bit your lip, trying to explain it to him without making it sound awkward.
"Jungkook we.. we do that to mainly feel close to, you know, romantic partners." You explained, making his brows furrow even further. "Humans don't, you know, always need to go the full way." You said, as he intently listened. "Touching each other is also a way to feel close." You said, and he suddenly seemed hurt.
"So you don't see me as a romantic partner, is that it?" He said, and you could've sworn, if he had dog ears they would hang low right now with the look he has on his face. "You don't like me enough." He finalized, as you shook your head frantically.
"No Jungkook, I do like you, more than anybody just-" You tried, as his eyes got a bit more hopeful. "Its just hard to explain-" You started, as he cut you off.
"Teach me then. Show me." He said. "I want to know the human way." He almost pleaded, as you sighed.
"Jungkook, its not like I don't want to teach you.." You started, as you looked down. "We humans get uhm.. attached really quickly if we do that with a person. It's like giving away a part of yourself, you know?" You said, and he suddenly grew gentle, now fully realizing what you were on about.
"I-" He began, as he suddenly almost looked shy. "We couldn't do that anyways." He confessed, as you looked at him in question. "I'd hurt you. Thats why I want to, you know, touch you." He explained to you, a finger hesitantly running over the skin on the back of your hand. "I want to be as close to you as I can without having to worry about hurting you.." He murmured, as you took his hand in yours.
"You'd never hurt me Jungkook. I trust you-" You began, but he suddenly shook his head, serious expression on his face as he avoided your gaze.
"No." He said, slowly getting up. "Let's forget this conversation happened, okay?" He said, and you watched helplessly as he left the room. "I'll uhm.. go start dinner." He threw your way before leaving you alone with your thoughts.
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Things were tense between you and jungkook these days.
So tense in fact, that Namjoon noticed it.
"So, I'd say you're quite healthy. Jungkook takes really good care of you I see." He said with a gentle smile, making you reciprocate it in good manner. "However, I kind of have to address the elephant in the room here, as humans would say." He said, and Jungkook furrowed his brows.
"Who or what is an elephant?" He asked, and you giggled at that.
"Doesn't matter. What does however is, that I sense something wrong between you two." Namjoon said, as Jungkook suddenly got very defensive. In all honesty, it shocked you a bit, since you've never seen him like that before.
"That doesn't concern you at all Namjoon." He said, as the elder one suddenly shook his head.
"It does if it affects Y/N's mental health, which it could, in the long run." He stated, making Jungkooks eyes widen.
"Namjoon- I'm fine-" You tried, a hand reaching out for his shoulder as Jungkook dashed forwards, prohibiting you from touching him as he held your hand, a bit too tightly as you whinced, making him snap out of whatever daze he seemed to be in. He however, seemed surprised as well at his outburst.
"That's what I mean." Namjoon said, putting his equipment away. "Have you two had intercourse yet?" He bluntly asked, and you looked at him scandalized, as if he'd just told you your mom was fat. Jungkooks pupils contracted again at that, ready to bark back an angry comment, as Namjoon pushed against the youngers chest. "I assume you didn't, judging by that reaction." He commented, making you want to hide. Why were alcorians so.. blunt. "Jungkook, you either have to find yourself a partner, or I'll have to take her out of your care soon." He stated, and you almost gasped as Jungkook suddenly grew tense as well.
"W-why, you just said I take good care of her-!" He argued, making Namjoon nod.
"You do, but at the same time-" He said, gaze pointing at your now red wrist hidden with your other hand. "-but you're also a danger to her as long as you are as frustrated as you are now." He explained, making jungkook grow serious. "I can't help you with that decision. However, please keep in mind that you're not the only ones that have this form of romantic involvement. What keeps you from involving yourself Jungkook?" He asked the younger, who didn't dare look at you in that moment.
"I'll hurt her Namjoon-" He said, frustrated. "And I honestly really don't want to talk about my sexual involvement with her, thank you very much." He grumbled out between gritted teeth, eyes holding an almost aggressive stare as he looked at the elder one.
"You mean your lack thereof." Namjoon dared to say with a raised eyebrow, as Jungkook suddenly jumped up, grabbing the older one's bag and walking towards the door as he opened it with force, face clearly showing that he'd just crossed a line for him.
"I mean that it's time for you to go, Namjoon." He pressed out, as Namjoon sighed, getting up to walk out, getting no time to say goodbye.
It was probably better that way anyways.
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Things did not get better after this.
Just like Namjoon had worried about, Jungkook slowly became more and more jumpy around you, leaving you alone more and more, as if he needed to distance himself from you. Did he finally grow tired of you? Did he really suffer? Maybe you should just leave him alone for a bit you decided, walking out of the apartment and down the busy streets of the town, aimlessly walking around as you watched other alcorians go after their day. You saw couples, alcorian and mixed, walking hand in hand or simply side by side, an elderly pair watching some young kids running around with a balloon like toy, and a group of friends it seemed, happily chatting away. You spotted some streetfood, sighing internally at forgetting your tiny wallet Jungkook had given you, always containing a bit of money so you could buy yourself a snack whenever you went out. You watched as some uniformed teenagers ran towards the train station- or something that looked quite similar. It worked a bit differently, but Jungkook had once explained that alcorians had been monitoring human inventions for centuries now, taking a lot of inspiration from them.
It all felt a bit sad to you now.
Maybe you were finally growing homesick after your months of living here, or maybe it was the added fuel of Jungkooks slow but steady detachment from you that simply hurt you. But it made you feel almost hollow, and you decided you hated that feeling.
All of this felt so surreal to you.
First you loose your home, then your entire planet, and now you were close to being alone again. Why did that make you so upset though? You'd been living on your own for years now, only having fleeting friendships and a single puppy love back in school. You had no intentions of growing attached to someone, you'd sworn yourself to be independent when your mom had thrown you out years ago- but here you were, almost crying over an alien boy who'd took you in simply because he'd taken pity on you. It all felt like a sick joke.
Something in your pocked buzzed, making you snap out of your thoughts as you fished for the device, Jungkooks face smiling at you as it showed him calling. You wanted to accept the call as if out of habit, but you resisted. Maybe it was better not to.
You put it away again, getting up from the bench you'd been sitting on as you continued walking towards nowhere, suns slowly dipping low as the skies became purple and fiery red, signaling the return of night. You should turn around by now, you knew this. Alcorian nights were not only chilly but downright icy- way too cold for your fragile body, as Jungkook always said before wrapping one of his scarfs around you.
The steady buzz in your pocket was getting annoying, as you took it out, only to see that he didn't call. In fact, he'd been writing messages? Jungkook never texted.
'Where are you little one?'
'Are you mad at me?'
'Did I do something wrong? I swear I didn't mean to!'
'Please, its getting dark, where are you? Are you wearing your coat at least?'
'I'm sorry, whatever I did, please. I'm worried little one!'
You looked at the messaged with increasing guilt as another one rolled in.
'Please come home.'
You sighed, dialing his number as you wrapped your unoccupied arm around yourself, the chill now seeping into your bones slowly. Jungkook almost immediately picked up, voice breathless as if he'd run a marathon. You could faintly hear people talking in the background, and his boots on the ground as he.. ran?
"Finally! Please, where are you, I'm so worried-" He said, and you slowly felt your teeth clatter against each other as you shivered.
"I uh.. I don't know, honestly." You admitted, and Jungkook seemed to stop in his tracks.
"What do you see around you?" He asked, voice serious as you looked around.
"I- a small store, but it seems closed. There's like, a road and uhm.. a lot of plants. Looks like a forest?" You said, before something caught your eye. "There's uhm.. Something looking at me?" You said, and Jungkooks inner alarm bells were immediately ringing.
"Is there a sign that says 'Malvor' on it?" He asked, and you confirmed with a worried voice.
"Yeah uhm and- there's a dog-like thing now walking towards me?" You said, and Jungkook answered instantly.
"Dog..? Dog-! Y/N, get away from it, but dont run." He said seriously, making you swallow as you watched the creature with huge ears stalk towards you, visibly interested. It didn't seem all that harmful. "Little one, answer me. Did you get what I said?" He asked, and you answered.
"Yeah yeah I got it eh.. I'm.." You started, as suddenly, the.. dog? Whatever it was, jumped forwards, making you drop your phone as its teeth latched onto your shirt, quickly loosing interest in the fabric as it decided to take your arm instead- spiky teeth immediately breaking skin as you yelped out, trying to open its mouth with your unoccupied hand. The commotion was loud enough to lure out an alcorian man nearby, who gruffly threw stray pebbles at the animal, scaring it off after a moment.
"Fuck- are you okay?" The stranger asked, bright cateyes looking down at you as he turned around. "Joon! Come down!" He yelled, as you looked into the direction with teary eyes, spotting- Namjoon?
"Oh Y/N- what happened?" He asked, suddenly visibly worried as he looked at you, immediately helping you up and leading you inside the house nearby that seemed to be his apartment. He looked different, now that he didn't wear his work attire. He almost looked domestic. "Set her down there, I'll go get a first aid kit." He said, before you were led to sit on a couch, the person that threw pebbles before sitting down next to you.
"I'm Jin. We'll fix you right up, okay?" He softly said, voice gentle and reminding you of the store owner down on earth who always let you roam around inside the store during winter. "Don't cry, it's gonna be okay. Encounters with Velvens can be scary yeah?" He consoled you, hands holding your arm gently as he waited for Namjoon to get everything he needed. You sniffled, trying not to cry, but it got harder the more you tried not to look down. As soon as you did, you began to feel nauseous as Jin pulled at your chin. "No no no don't look sweetheart." He said, before Namjoon came downstairs.
"These things are getting progressively more daring these days." He mumbled as he took out scissors to cut the sleeve of your shirt. "I tell you, it's because that damn lady feeding those goddamn things!" He complained, as Jin sighed. You looked at him for a second, taking in his appearance. He had broad shoulders, and an absolutely charming face- his bright eyes contrasting his dark hair as he held a gentle smile on his plush lips, trying to calm you down it seemed. "I'll give you a tiny injection okay? Its to numb your arm, or otherwise it'll hurt too bad." Namjoon explained, and you nodded, even though you were internally terrified. "one two- there we go!" He hummed out, Jin steadily running his hand over your back as he watched you.
"You're so brave young lady." He complimented, velvet voice helping a bit to ease your worry. It wasn't just your encounter with whatever that thing was, but also the fact that for the first time, you were somewhere without Jungkook- and it made you extremely anxious to say the least. Thats when you remembered your phone.
"My phone-" You began, before someone knocked at the door- or more like, tried to kick it in, it seemed. The voice that rang through the room through the door however, was familiar to your ears.
"Y/N! Namjoon, Jin, have you seen her?! There's- oh god there's blood out here-" He said worried, as Jin slowly stood up, opening the door as he simply pointed towards your form, sitting on the couch as Namjoon cleaned the bite wound. At the sight of him, all worried and out of breath, the guilt suddenly flooded your mind as you teared up, finally cracking up as the tears ran down your cheek, a sob escaping you as you began to cry. "Oh little one-" He immediately said, running towards you. 
  Jin looked from you to Jungkook worried. "Why is she crying now? Is she scared?" He asked confused, as the second oldest in the room shook his head.
  "Probably the shock. It's normal for humans, they're a bit more sensitive to these things, remember?" He said softly, as Jin nodded.
  Jungkook didn't seem to care about what was said as he squatted down next to Namjoon, hand running over your head before it cupped your cheek, his eyes blown wide open as he looked at you, then at the wound. "She's gonna be okay right?" He asked, and Namjoon nodded.
"It pulled a bit on her arm, which did a good amount of damage, but its only a surface wound, surprisingly." He explained. "I'll stitch the biggest spots, and bandage it." He said, and Jungkook nodded. "You'll be able to do it afterwards if you watch me do it, right?" He asked, and Jungkook nodded, serious, as he held your other hand. He sat down, close to you, as he now took over Jins earlier part of rubbing your back. "And there we go." Namjoon said, as he finished it. "I'd give you pain medicine but I don't have anything for humans. I'll give you some kids medication instead. That should be fine." He explained, as he gave Jungkook a small package. "Please keep an eye on her from now on. She's gotten away this time, and I wont ask why she was so far away from you in the first place. But the next time this happens, I will have to report it Jungkook." He said, making Jungkook lower his head as he nodded.
He took off his jacket as he threw it over your shoulders, picking you up as he said his goodbyes to Jin and Namjoon, walking out with you in his arms.
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"Jungkook?" You carefully asked one night, making him humm as he confirmed that he was listening. "I.. want to know." You said, and it took him a moment until he turned on the light beside the bed, leaning on his arm as he looked at you questioningly. "You said, you're sure you'd hurt me. I wanna know why." You said, and he sighed, before he sat up.
"I uhm.." He started, as he scratched the back of his neck. "I'ts just, not gonna fit." He explained, as you tried to push your shyness to the side.
"But you know.. we haven't tried yet-" You began, as he shook his head.
"I said no." He sternly said, making you visibly deflate as he sighed again.
"I.. we could still, you know.." He began, and you looked at him, as he seemed to struggle a bit with his words. "I know you want to be close to me, and I want that too." He said, and you sat up now as well, looking at him.
"It's okay if you want to be with someone else-" You began, but he groaned, as if he was frustrated.
"No! Now I get why you left that day.." He held your head in his hands as he looked at you with gentle eyes. "I don't want anyone else that's not you little one." He confessed, and you just stared, as he leaned in, connecting his lips with yours.
Usually, his kisses were more like little pecks, small gestures of affection, never to lead to anything else. But this time, he asked for it. It was as if he'd let himself loose, kissing you fully for the first time, not backing away like typically when you leaned in with need. He parted your lips with his tongue, hands lowering themselves as they moved over your arms, resting on your thighs as he closed his eyes, loosing himself in the feeling of you. He finally moved around a bit, laying you down on your back as he towered over you, body shielding you away from the world as his hands finally explored your bare skin underneath the small layer of clothing you wore, chuckling as you whined when his hand softly squeezed one of your breasts, loving the soft feeling of it. "You're so cute." He whispered, making you squirm underneath him as his breathing quickened, holding himself back from absolutely ruining you.
He suddenly took off his shirt, helping you out of yours as he growled at the fact that you didn't wear a bra at all to sleep. It didn't really bug him usually, but now, he wondered how he managed to contain himself next to you for all these nights next to you, the only thing between his and your skin a mere piece of fabric. Your skin was pure sin underneath his fingertips as he felt himself twitch inside his sweats. He needed to get out of them.
He helped you out of your shorts, taking your underwear with them as his gaze got stuck on the small strand of glistening wetness clinging to the fabric of your panties. It was a clear sign how aroused you were, and it was an absolute compliment towards him in his own eyes- the fact that he could rile you up like this so quickly made him feel proud in a way. He growled almost at the sight, hand immediately finding its way downwards as his fingers teasingly running over your folds, his face showing how mesmerized he was by your body's reaction to him.
There was a reason alcorian woman were envious of human ones- and Jungkook finally found some reasoning behind the 'human-kink' going on with the arrival of your race on his homeplanet. Your body just screamed fertility at him, and it made him desperate as he finally got rid of the last pieces of clothing.
You didn't quite know what you were expecting, but your mind was empty as you made eye contact with his painfully erect length.
He was practically oozing precum at this stage, standing proudly as you somehow understood now where his worries came from. To be quite blunt about it, he looked quite normal, a little bigger even for his own body height, apart from the soft looking growth on the base of himself. "It looks odd to you, doesn't it?" He saig as he chuckled a bit hesitantly, having watched your reaction to him. You shook your head however, smiling as you reached for his shoulders, pulling him down again as you kissed his lips. He smiled into it, hands never leaving your skin as you felt him against your inner thigh, growing uneasy that he was so close- but still too far away.
"Hm I told you no little one.." He hummed against your neck as he left open mouthed kisses there, teasingly biting the skin there from time to time as you whined. "But there's other things we can do, don't worry.." He whispered, as he suddenly moved you a bit, careful not to be too rough as he lined your wet center up, the back of your thighs leaning on top of his as he sat on his knees, his cock resting between your lower lips. He almost let out a whine at the feeling of your warmth just underneath him as he simply let his length move over your core as you mewled at the feeling of him rubbing over your clit. He squeezed his eyes shut, summoning all his self control as he dropped down, hands gripping your thighs, yet gentle enough not to seriously hurt you.
He suddenly shifted again, leaning down with his chest first onto the mattress first as he threw your legs over his shoulders, leaking core exposed to him as he licked a stripe up your folds, teasing you as you tried to keep your legs apart. He hummed against you, making you whine out pleadingly as he entered a finger of his, groaning at the feeling of you already clenching around him. "You're so soft little one.." He praised, adding another finger as he began to stretch you out, making you grasp the sheets below you in desperate fists. Digit after digit he tested the waters, stretching you out more and more as you became restless, suddenly tensing up as you felt yourself close. "My little human gonna cum?" He questioned, leaning his head on the inside of your upper thigh as he began to stimulate your most sensitive bundle of nerves, watching in absolute adoration as you suddenly mewled out, core clenching around nothing as he slowed down his movements, letting you ride it out. He smiled down at you as he gently placed your legs back down, giving you a moment to breathe as you looked at him, or his still very uncomfortable looking errection between his legs.
"Please koo.. lets just try-" You began, as he furrowed his brows, gasping as your fingers reached down, barely reaching the sensitive head of his member as he tried to deny your request.
He couldn't.
"I'll.. You have to tell me when its too much, please-" He pleaded, and you nodded frantically, happy to finally have him give you everything you wanted. "Okay, okay.." He chanted, as if to calm himself down, his tensed up thighs a clear sign of his own frustration. He slowly aligned himself with your core, gently pressing his head into your patiently waiting hole, as you closed your eyes, trying to not concentrate on the sting. "Shh.. please relax little one-" He chanted as he took it as slow as possible. "Please relax, I won't get it in if you're too tense baby.." He said, the petname making you melt under his gaze as you took a deep breath, slowly loosening up for him as he was slowly able to push himself inside more and more, watching as he could see himself slightly move inside you just underneath your lower belly.
He didn't know why exactly, but he loved the sight of it.
You looked to absolutely adorable in a way, speared on his length as he rubbed his thumbs over your hipbones, careful as ever not to make it too painful for you. "You're taking me so well, you're so perfect for me.." He hummed out, as you suddenly twitched underneath him when his weird small growth touched your sensitive clit, making him chuckle. "You know.." He suddenly said, voice deep and dark as you felt yourself shiver. "They say human females can cum multiple times.." He explained, making you open your eyes a bit in question. "I wonder if that's just a rumor?" He mused, watching you as you looked a bit confused. "Alcorian girls rarely ever cum.." He explained, as you slowly connected the pieces, somehow understanding what he was saying. You'd heard that before as well, that Alcorians had a hard time really getting pregnant and since woman rarely ever orgasmed, men had to step up their game evolution wise Namjoon had said, but you hadn't really asked what he meant by that. But now that you've noticed it, it did make sense; the weird stimulating.. whatever that was, the amount of precum that seemed almost ridiculous for human standards- it made you wonder what else he was hiding.
"There we go.." He finally said, not fully inside, but knowing that this was as far as he could go with you. There was no way he could fit himself inside you fully, and he knew that. He simply let yourself adjust for a moment, before he moves, a moan leaving him as he bit his lip, trying to keep his pace slow and steady for you as you arched your back enticingly, making him grab at your chest. "You're so- enchanting-" He gasped out between breaths, an almost sobbing sound escaping him without tears as he finally realized how close he was with you. He was connected in the most intimate of ways, and he could finally see why humans found pleasure in an act as basic as this.
You felt like home, warm and comforting.
You became a bit jumpy as something foreign seemed to touch you- warm and gentle, but you couldn't quite make out it's shape or form. It was blurred, as if summer heat was distorting the scene for you, and you wondered immediately if this was just your imagination. But Jungkook noticed your confusion immediately it seemed, smiling a bit shyly at you. "They're uhm.." He tried to think of a good way to explain it while having foggy thoughts, still buried so deep inside you. "we call them ferons.." He hummed, and you reached out, fingers immediately retracting at the weird feeling of them. "They're usually.. not visible-" He gasped out, chuckling at the way you seemed so interested in them. "They're ah-.. they're a remnant of when we uh.. had to survive on our own." He explained, as one of them gently moved over your ribs, a touch similar to warm water- just without the wet feeling. It was more like a red warming lamp shining on your skin. "They must be weird to you, hm?" He asked, head dipping down as you smiled, hand finding its way into his hair as you closed your eyes again, letting yourself go into his care without worry.
"Nothing about you is weird to me, Jungkook." You hummed out, and he kissed your skin in exchange.
As if to thank you silently for accepting him.
His lips parted, face dipped down to mouth at your neck, as he breathlessly pleaded. "Can I mark you?" He chanted, as if he was in a trance. "Please let me mark you.. please little one, let me make you mine.." He said, and you nodded, unknowing to what exactly you'd just agreed to.
You found out quite quickly, as he suddenly took a small bit of skin between his teeth, now biting with much more force until he tasted a slight taste of iron on his tongue, leaving marks all along your neck and collarbone, bruises already blooming to blossom into beautiful shades of purples and greens, his mark staying behind for a long time. He smiled as if he was high, loosing himself in the feeling of your body underneath him as you suddenly quivered, whining out as you pushed your head into the mattress below you, making your back arch as he continued at his pace, going a bit faster as something moved over your clit, something holding your hips in place as you suddenly snapped, orgasm rushing through you as you finally flew over the edge, your thighs trembling as you felt wetness escape you, making him release a sound that sounded awfully like a growl.
Suddenly he came- and you felt like you were splitting into two.
Something was happening inside you, growing in size, as he was suddenly locked in place it seemed, hands carefully running over your head as he started to frantically console you. "It's okay, its okay.." He repeated in a soothing way as you felt him spill inside you to no end it seemed, feeling how he stretched you even more inside. You felt like you'd burst any second. "Ngh.. you're taking it so well, so good, so perfect.." He exhaled, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder as he breathed heavily. "You're okay, you're fine.." He hummed as he slowly felt you calm down as he stayed still, waiting for his cock to soften up again and deflate, as he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your lips in absolute adoration, warm ferons warming up your still shivering legs. "My god you're so sweet-" He murmured. "So absolutely perfect-" He continued. "And mine.. only mine.. my little human.." He sang almost as he kissed the marks he'd left behind.
It felt odd as he finally softened up, cum instantly seeping out of you as he was able to comfortably slip out of you. You whined at the empty feeling and he cooed at you. "I'm so sorry- I originally was planning on pulling out before that happened, but then you... did that and-" He chuckled, as he kissed your nose again, making you giggle. "I love you." He confessed, and you opened your eyes, gaze locking with his.
"I love you too."
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"You could've warned me of your.. weird invisible tentacles and all that-" You started randomly as he threw his head back, cheeks dursted pink as he held his hands over his face in embarrassment.
"Stop-!" He whined, as you laughed your heart out.
"I thought you alcorians didn't feel shame all that much about this stuff?" You teased, as he looked at you, playfully angry stare sent your way, before he got up from his spot, throwing you over his shoulder.
"Oh I'm gonna show you how unashamed we are."
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midoriyas-wifey · 3 years
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All I want is some size kink headcanons with kirishima PLEASE HSHSHSH (I prefer fem)
Ok so this kinda turned into a horneé post about kirishima but it definitely has size kink overtones bc you can’t have kiri without a size kink you just can’t 🤷‍♀️ bone app the teeth @shorkbrian come get y’all juice
This man is built for size kink, everyone in the bnha fandom knows this, it’s canon at this point. Usually people headcanon him as being 6ft something, but not me. I’m built different and so is he. He is Fatgum height, and nearly as broad across with muscles. You heard me. He’s a behemoth of a man. 7’10 or bust babey!! I mean All Might is 7’2 so it’s not implausible in this world that he could get that tall.
The God of Himbos ™ there’s literally no one nicer on this planet, which helps make up for his near-cruel dick game. You’d better say a prayer to whatever god you believe in before he drills up into those guts. And he’s so nice the whole time too (usually).
Has thighs thicker around than your entire body. He’s like a tiger in that his legs are so strong that even if he got killed he could die standing up. He’s a beast. Loves it when you straddle his thigh and grind on him, begging for attention. And when his baby girl begs so sweetly, how can he refuse?
His biceps alone are bigger around than your head, his arms are so massive but are so gentle and careful with you. His hands are huge and rough as well, and he loves to cup your face (really your whole head with the size of his hands) and pepper it with smooches and sharp toothed smiles. 
He loves all of you, but your ass really does him in. And he loves thighs too; but especially your ass. His hands are on those cakes 24/7 in some manner or another. If he could just keep a cheek in hand the whole day to squeeze on he’d die a happy man. Pinching, squeezing, smacking, spanking, biting, eating it. If it involves your ass then you’d best believe he’s into it.
He’s not even a tiny bit discreet about it, will stare and watch that thing wobble in your (and his) favorite sundress. 
And if you can throw it back? Make it wiggle a lil for him? My mans is on one knee already. 
You really are too cute for him to handle. He’s all hard edges, his figure large and intimidating. You just look so sweet and soft while pressed up on his chest, tiny hands grasping at whatever you can, moans and hiccups and girlish ‘ah ah ahs’ pouring out of your mouth while he pummels your juicy pussy. Too cute.
Loves to praise because he knows it makes you clench down and gush around him, which honestly he didn’t even know your pussy could get any tighter than it already was, but now you got him stuck inside your heavenly cunny and he’s not one to pass up an opportunity. 
He’s up in your ear like, “Goddam baby girl, this pussy feels so fucking good around my dick. Whose is it? Huh? Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?” all while pounding you out, never breaking pace.
Near folds you in half when he gets down to business, you have to remind him to not squish you too much.
He might sort of have a thing for squishing you a lil 👀
Maybe more than a lil 
He loves the noises his dick can draw from your sopping pussy and drooling mouth. Your tongue hangs out and he has you panting like a bitch in heat no matter what position.
The sloppier the better, he wants all the naughty noises you and your body can make for him. 
One time he called you ‘Commander in Queef’ and you wouldn’t let him touch you for 3 days after that 💀
He wants to live a life with no regrets and that includes stuffing you silly every chance he gets. Every. Single. Chance. Doesn’t matter what AU he’s written in Kirishima lives and dies for your sweet pussy, it was made for him he just knows it. 
Nothing has ever fit him better than his precious pebble’s pussy, even when you whine it’s too much he knows you can take it; he just has to do a bit of prep work. 
He’s always too much in the beginning, no matter how much prep work goes in, there’s always that overwhelming stretch, that sense of total fullness that follows the whole way through. You learn to love it, and now you know that no other dick could possibly fill you up like his does.
You love his bigness, and even if you’re not petite, even if you’re big, up against him? Leedle girl. Leedle girl he likes to pick up and bounce on his dick til he creams inside your sensitive lil cunny and adds to the tummy bulge already present from his dick.
Speaking of which it’s legit like forearm sized idc idc. The first time he whipped it out you sucked your lips into your mouth in surprise because how the fuck were you gonna take that?? It’s so heavy that even when he’s fully hard it dips down below its own weight. It's much tanner than the rest of him, but ends in an angry reddish-purple head that’s oozing with thick precum. He’s got one thick vein that runs the length of it on the left, and then a smaller one running on the underside.
Suck on those veins and right underneath the head of his dick and Lord have mercy cuz he’s about to bust. 
His cum is thick as hell and it comes out in buckets. He prefers to cum inside you because it satisfies his breeding kink and he loves to see his cum leak in thick rivers out of your destroyed little cunny while he tries to scoop and push the thick cream back inside.
He also likes cumming on your face but rarely gets to do that since it tends to get in your hair and fuck tryna get all that out.
His balls are huge and heavy, like each one are the size of a peach. They’re straight up wrecking balls. And they’re sooooo sensitive no matter how much experience he gets under his belt. He can’t keep his cool. 
Like you could be sucking his dick for hours but the moment when you reach to cup his balls and play with them he’s putty.
Suck. On. Them. This man will go apeshit, rutting his hips up and moaning for more, just please keep playin’ with ‘em, pebble.
He wants to smother your face with them while he fucks your throat, or just smother you with them in general. He’s just a nasty dude that loves rubbing himself all over you, and seeing his huge dick plop down on your surprised face while he has you suck on his balls makes him cum HARD.
So yeah he’s just a big dude that you can use as a horny jungle gym, and all he asks in return is you let him destroy that tight little pussy over and over again.
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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years
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Kinktober day 14
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blood kink w/ Shigiraki
masterlist
Me: I do not have a blood kink
also Me: If shigiraki stabbed me I would simply find it hot, rip to y’all but I’m different.
also this is for @kazooli but like lowkey cus I’m shy 👉👈
warnings: This is not how you do Knife Play safely!! Please don’t be stupid and try this shit irl! it is factually incorrect! knife play, Blood kink, Bondage, gagging, dubcon, CNoncon/ full on NonCon depending on ow you want to read it, degradation, Shigiraki being nasty, Innocence kink if you read between the lines a bit,
word count: 1,100 (About)
Summary: Shigiraki loved nothing more then hurting pretty little innocent flowers like you, despite that fact, he really didn’t mean to make you bleed. but now that you were bleeding... well he can’t not take advantage of good luck.
Shigiraki picked at his neck raked his blood shot eyes over your now exposed body. He really hadn’t meant to cut you, despite the large butcher's knife in his hand. Shigiraki just wanted to cut your clothes off but it seemed like he had knicked you in the process.
He watched the crimson line form just below your ribs, the drop of blood growing heavy before falling down your skin leaving a burgundy trail in its wake.
Shigiraki could smell the stink of iron in the air, the potent smell of blood already so thick after just one scratch. He reached for your body tentatively and caught the dewdrop with his thumb and pressed it flat against your waist smearing the blood against your otherwise unblemished skin.  
Shigiraki often had to remind himself just how delicate and fragile you were, not a hardened killer like him. It took a moment for him to register that he had hurt you and that he had gotten turned on by doing so. Of course Shigiraki was a sadist, but this rush of euphoria was ten times greater than anything a spanking had ever done for him. He grinned to himself, this really would be a fun night.
“I told you to stay still, now look what you’ve done,” he chided, moving back up to the cut and pressing on it with his thumb forcing blood to the surface witch he again caught, but this time he brought it to his own face.
He breathed in the metallic scent and rubbed the warm liquid between his thumb and forefinger. It was your own fault really, for being so pretty when you bled.
“you’re lucky I’m giving you a second chance,” He muttered raising the Knife again. this time to your frilly white panties. The fabric was thin and gave way to the sharp knife effortlessly. They fell to the ground with the rest of your tattered clothes.
You struggled again, but this time the blade didn’t hit you. Your arms were bound above your head with a length of rope and attached to a meat hook, leaving you dangling, only the tips of your toes touching the ground. A gag stuffed in your mouth muffled any verbil protests. the room was a dirty filty place, he wondered if you thought you were too pure to be fucked in a place like this. Too good to be defiled by a man like him. He itched his neck excitedly  as he ate up you naked body. 
Not that your opinion really mattered, you had already submitted to him, so you would do what he wanted weather you fought him or not. His heart hammered in his chest, god he hoped you fought him.
“It’s like you’re trying to get cut,” he muttered then his eyes lit up.
“Is that it? do you want to be cut my little pain slut?” He asked pressing the tip of the blade to your thigh, hard enough for you to feel it but not enough to cut you. you continued wiggling much to his annoyance.
Shigiraki twisted the blade down cutting your thigh. this cut was a little deeper, still not enough to even scar but the blood flowed a little more freely. His mouth watered at the sight.
“You’re beautiful like this bleeding for your master,” He praised, this time he let the blood flow unimpeded. It slipped from your upper thigh in between your legs and down to your knee.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded. You denied him, clamping your thighs together. you were such a brat even when you were so clearly at his mercy. But he couldn’t be too mad, not when it gave him a chance to punish you
He pressed the tip of the knife to your tummy. “Come on be a good girl, let Daddy at that pretty pussy,” he prompted only for you to squirm away from him.
“Naughty girl,” he sighed, with fake disappointment, in reality, he was giddy with the opportunity to cut you again. wich he did. three beautiful cuts, although the first one had already stopped bleeding.
you tensed with the pain of the cut and when your body relaxed, you spread your legs, Showing the Rorschach of dried blood on your inner thighs. and of course your glistening pussy was there for his eyes to devour as well.
“you’re so wet, you really are my little pain slut,” He carefully slid one finger over your slit, collecting your wetness and circling it around your clit making you squirm, tugging against your restraints.
You moaned around the gag rocking your hips against his hand. It was amazing how much you trust you were putting in him, enough to hump the most dangerous part of his body like this, He could kill you, but the danger only seemed to make you more aroused.
He was about to slip two of his fingers inside of your quivering walls when he had a better idea. He flipped the knife around in his hand so he was clutching the blade, and pushed the handle inside of you. you clamped around the handle feeling the ridges of the cold plastic.
“Don’t trash like that Baby girl, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt now would we?” He teased thrusting the knife in and out of you while twisting your clit, pinching the sensitive nub hard enough to make you squirm.
The blade grazed your inner thigh, reminding you that it was still there. He shoved the handle further into you pressing it against your g-spot making you scream against the gag, throwing your head back.
“Cum for me good girl, cum for Master,” he growled pushing your body further the tension in your stoumach snapped and you came, your slick wetness dripping down the handle to the blade of the knife. It almost glittered against the cool metal.
He admired the sticky cum that coated the knife before yanking the gag from your mouth and ordering you to stick your tongue out.
“make me you creep son of a bitch-” you snapped your eyes glinting with rebellion. He squeezed your cheeks with two fingers making your lips pout, then he put down the third finger and saw the childish glee in your eyes turn to fear.
“do you want to be a good girl now?” he asked. You both knew he wouldn’t really kill you- right? you stuck out your tongue before he could even touch another finger to you. he released your face letting your tongue loll out further. He brought the knife up to your face and dragged it along your tongue making you taste your own cum.
“That’s it, baby girl, taste yourself, you taste so good don’t you?” he purred licking his own fingers clean. Shigiraki took the knife from your mouth and trailed the tip down between the valley of your breasts not enough to break the skin as it passed your sternum, but slowly he added pressure digging the knife further in finally cutting your stoumach watching with wrapped attention as the blood swelled to the surface. He dropped the knife and fell to his knees leveling himself with your stoumach. He licked his chapped lips and leaned forward bracing himself carefully against your hips He pressed his lips to the injury, his tongue darting out to snag some of the blood
The warm metallic drop melted in his mouth in an almost sinful way. He groaned against your stomach. He flicked his eyes up to yours watching you pant and quiver. He pulled back and smiled.
“what are you looking at? Do you want praise whore? you want to hear that you’re blood is absoultly delicous?” he asked carressing your thighs with his hands, dirtying the plush skin with his touch. 
“n-no,” you stuttered, tripping over a single word how cute. 
“lair,” he hummed standing again and leaning to hover his mouth over your neck, so he could drool over your warm skin. He reached down and slipped two fingers inside your soaked cunt making you yelp.
“you are going to have to actually start behaving if you want me to call you a good girl, pain slut,”
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uzumaki-rebellion · 3 years
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Curious minds want to know, how old are you? And when did you first get into writing? What made you want to start writing? Were you always this good? 😉
I’m grown grown.  Lol! I just earned my Auntie status! Most women are raised to want a man and kids but all I wanted was to be the cool Auntie who lived a cool life and be that person that everyone always wanted to have around. And I became that chick! Bucket list check!
I’ve been writing since I was a kid. I am a voracious reader. I started writing in journals first, then making my own little comic strips, and making up little plays. A friend introduced me to writing scripts a few years ago, but I  just wanted to be a history teacher and gave that up. I wrote a bunch of Black Western Epics and Black Supernatural books for fun, but never actively tried to publish. I just loved making shit up about people who looked like me. I also started collecting myths/legends/folktales from the Black Diaspora. Just really reading a lot. About 8 years ago I started running with a serious professional sci fi/fantasy writing crowd because I went to a lot of conventions and fucked with fandom heavily. I’m from San Diego so we have the biggest con here, Comic-Con International. Knowing pro writers gives you access, so I started sending stuff out. I’ve been published in books and magazines and I’m slowly getting back into screenwriting. I would like to create a Black supernatural/horror TV show, make a lot of money and go live on an island with a parrot that cusses and eat plantains, peas and rice, and tacos all the time. But now there’s a pandemic and that parrot has to wait. 
3 years ago I hated how Black women were treated/depicted in all media so I started reading Black romance books to see Black women being loved up and just to lift my spirits and embrace my natural freak nasty kinks. But I was kind of bummed because none of the big trade publications were selling the stuff I wanted to read. I discovered indie publishing on Amazon and read a bunch of stuff. I got it in my head that I wanted to write erotic romances for Black women. I went to a Black women’s writing conference down south and found my people! Black women who wrote smut in all genres! God is good. I needed a break from trying to publish sci fi/fantasy.  A lot of my writing friends were getting published and winning big sci fi awards (a lot are Black women too!). However, I just wanted to free write like I did as a kid. Writing for pro publications is a grind, especially working with editors and trying to hustle, and also dealing with rejection. I just really wanted to get back to writing for fun and joy and just telling a story with amazing Black women in it.
And then Black Panther happened.
T’Challa said “Hi” to Nakia.
M’Baku said “We have watched from the mountains...” to Wakanda.
And Killmonger said “I’m just feelin’ it” Then choked a bitch.
I was ready! *cue Elmo on fire with arms raised”
At first, I just wanted to tell N’Jobu’s story because no one had written it in the fanfics, and then I found a great excuse to write the stuff that I love: Black love, Black joy, Black eroticism/smut, Black women being the center of the universe. Bonus: I have no deadlines, I don’t have to line edit or be perfect for an editor or change anything that I don’t want. I can be melodramatic, cheesy, indulgent, give myself fan service, steal Black actors I love and make them the stars when the real world overlooks their beauty and talents. Extra bonus: I have fun again with writing while doing it.
I was always a good writer in my head. I never planned on being a writer, but I had to because no one else was writing what I wanted to read. I am very well-read in fiction and non-fiction, and I got tired of not seeing me. I say this all the time, Octavia E, Butler told us to write ourselves in. So I had to get random stories out of my head and get it on paper.
Writing these fics allows me to write like I did as a kid. I write and just post. I don’t correct anything. Mind you, I have gone back and read some of my stuff and said, “Sheesh, I should do a couple of spelling/grammer/ repeat words/phrases corrections on all this shit!” In my real life writing I do a lot of passes: Spelling checks, grammar checks, dialogue checks, re-writing, re-writing, re-writing...more re-writing. That’s what pros do. This would kill me writing fanfics. I just want to get the story out even though I do cringe when I see mistakes that my regular writing life would never let me allow to see the light of day. But I allow it in my fanfics because I’m tapping into joy and not trying to please an editor.
This is probably the opposite of what many fanfic writers aspire to. I know many springboard writing fanfics into a pro career. I know a few  BNF writers who have done that. I have sat with one literally eating chips as she wrote her next pro book that became a movie and tv series while we were shooting the shit about Comic con. Fanfic writers on this path work really hard to get their words perfect with Beta readers, and re-writing. They are learning the craft and how to write the thing. I love that.
But, me personally, chile I ain’t got time for that, I’m just trying to ease my anxiety. Black Panther was a balm for me. So when y’all read my stuff and see typos/ spelling mistakes and shit and think “Man, she should’ve gone over this to correct stuff, I’m over here doing a shoulder shimmy cuz I refuse to do none of that. I’se free! I can just write without my perfectionism anxiety.
I always give long ass answers during this pandemic. Thank you for your question. It’s more than you asked for probably!
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Hallucinations (part two)
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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/ Fem!reader, Carol Danvers/ Fem!reader
~Warnings:Mommy!kink, Daddy!kink, violence, blood, torture, gun stuff, knife stuff, death, murder, spanking, degradation, rough sex, roughness, dirty talk, strap-ons, rimming, orgasm delay/denial, collaring, face-slapping, anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration, butt plugs, oral sex, oral sex on strap, hand job on a strap, face-fucking, fingering, breath play, Dom/sub, bondage, voyeurism, public!teasing, semi-public!sex sorta, biting/marking, threesome gangbang most likely, reader gets stepped on oof, it’s graphic y’all, I’m pretty sure that’s it hehe.
~Word count: 8,084 (OOF)
~Summary:Your work trip just got more complicated with Nat showing up out of thin air. You really hope things go smoothly. Honestly though when has that ever happened with you.
~Authors note: So sorry this took so long to happen. Life got in the way and I promise to have both parts ready if there is ever another two-parter. I like how this ended up. I hope this turned out good and I hope y'all enjoy some Dark!nat and Dark!carol. Let me know what y'all think! 
~Previous parts to this series are on my Masterlist
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“Get it? It’s from a movie?” Natalia has a small smile on her face. You admit she looks adorable right now even with a knife to that man's throat. Carol rolls her eyes.
“Yeah. We get it.” Carol’s voice is dripping with so much sarcasm it makes you flinch. Nat looks at you with a deadpan manner.
“She’s no fun, kitten. Hopefully she’s better at deciding shit.” The man groans as she digs the knife deeper. You flinch as a drop of blood drips down the blade of the knife.
“Get over here and tie him down, kitten.” You release Carol’s hand and hesitantly make your way to the other side of the desk. She nods to a bag on the edge of the desk. You open it and find some pieces of rope inside. You grab them and tie down his wrist and ankles to the chair. Nat checks over your work and smirked in satisfaction.
“Good girl, kitten. Now hand me the ball gag.” You frown as you reach in to look for the ball and grab the gag. She takes it from your hand and forces it inside the man's mouth. He struggled with her before a crack is heard making him scream in pain. As she secured the gag you see blood dripping out of his mouth making you shake in disgust. After she’s satisfied with her victim she makes her way over to you and pulls you into a rough kiss. You moan as her hands squeeze your ass. Natalia pulls away when Carol clears her throat. She grabs your hand and makes her way over to Carol. She leans against the desk and pulls you to stand between her legs, facing Carol.
“What’s wrong, Carol? Jealous?” Carol huffs and looks at your eyes. You smile at her as you blush from how Natalia is holding you. 
“No. I’ve actually discovered quite a bit about myself.” Nat smirks and brings her hands up to your breasts cupping them in her hands.
“Really now. That’s interesting isn’t it, kitten? We’ll have to come back to that if you don’t die that is.”  Carol glares at Natalia as she continues to grope you. You hear the man groan behind you. Nat pushes you back towards the chair and makes her way back to the man.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll break more of your fingers.” You gasp as you look down at his right hand where his fingers are badly misshapen. How did you miss that? 
“Why are you here?” Nat looks to Carol in mild surprise. 
“If you haven’t noticed by my accent I’m Russian. It makes sense why I’m here.” Carol rolls her eyes at Nat’s answer. The fact that they hate each other is really turning you on and now is not the time for that. Natalia sighs and walks behind the man grabbing onto his shoulders making him flinch. 
“If you must know this institution is why I am who I am. It moonlights as an academy to train young girls into weapons. It’s called the Red Room Academy also known as The Black Widow Program. It’s a top secret Soviet brainwashing facility. A home to create the world's deadliest assassins. Once I graduated I joined the KGB before getting out a few years ago. Turns out I work better alone.” You and Carol both sit with your mouths wide open. You never thought you’d learn so much about her. 
“So this guy was the one in charge?” Carol was the first to compose herself. 
“Yes and now he’s going to pay.” In the blink of an eye she produces two knives from her thigh holsters and sticks them in each of his hands. A muffled blood curdling scream came from behind the ball gag. You briefly wonder if the secretary could hear that. You watch as his hands lay flat and shaking on the chairs arms. You look to Carol to find her oddly calm.
“Carol are you okay?” She looks to you then with glassy eyes.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” You shrug and give her a shaky smile.
“Enough of that, it’s time to decide. How should he die.” She takes her bag and dumps out the contents. There were different kinds of guns, knives and torture devices, not including the ones she already had on her person. Carol hesitates.
“Why not just shoot him?” Nat looks up at Carol like she had lost her mind. Whimpers still being heard from behind the gag.
“Are you mental? Did you not just hear what this place was about? What he has done! He deserves a slow death and that’s what he’ll get. Try again.” Carol slowly gets up and makes her way to the table covered in Nat's supplies. Natalia stands up a little straighter, clearly on edge. Carol looks down and touches a hammer.
“Mommy May I?” Natalia glares at Carol and rolls her eyes at her smirk. She motions for Carol to go ahead as she picks up the hammer and makes her way to Mr. Rusnak. He eyed her warily as she made her way over. You were completely lost as to what the hell Carol was doing. Both you and Natalia’s eyes widen as she lifts the hammer and brings it down on his left kneecap. You release a scream at the shattering of the patella. He barely lets out a pained scream before she brings down the hammer on his other knee. Natalia lets out a sadistic chuckle at this new Carol.
“You are definitely growing on me, Carol. Never knew you had it in you.” Before you could say anything the secretary from before bursts into the room. Natalia pulls out her gun and shoots her down before she could get a word out. You yelp as she falls right next to you.
“What the fuck!” You jump up from your seat as the stench of blood hits your nose. You run over to Carol and push her against the wall.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Carol?!” 
“Is this not what you want?! Is a violent, dominant woman not what you’re attracted to?” Carol drops the hammer and wraps her hands in your hair pulling you into a rough passionate kiss. You moan loudly at the rough treatment. You hear a gunshot and pull away from Carol’s lustful kiss. 
“Break it up you two and get your hands off what is mine” Nat growls as her gun points towards the ceiling and Carol reluctantly releases you from her grip, “come sit on his lap, kitten.” You shake your head before she lowers her gun to point at Carol. Your eyes widen in fear as you reluctantly make your way over to the man, Natalia grabs your arms and situates you to straddle his lap as he groans in agony.
“Good girl, now grind, give him one last thing to look forward to.” You look at her with big eyes.
“Mommy, please.” She raises an eyebrow at you and grips her free hand in your hair pulling back roughly making your back arch.
“Do as I say, slut. Now.” You whimper as she pushes your head towards the man and releases your hair. You slowly start to grind on his lap as he moans in pain. You can feel his broken kneecaps underneath you and it disgusts you. You continue to grind on him as Nat gestures Carol to come over.
“Now since you have this new side to you would you like to finish him off?” Carol hesitates and shakes her head. Natalia scoffs.
“Murder is a whole line I’m not willing to cross.” Carol says while watching you give the dying man a lap dance.
“So pathetic. It’s obvious you’re wanting to impress the little slut. Don’t you think killing him would? She saw me kill two men and she was dripping for me.” Carol having had enough of Natalia’s nasty teasing turns towards her and raises her fist. Before she can strike Natalia has her bent over the desk with her offending arm behind her back. 
“Don’t you look good bent over this desk, like a bitch ready to be fucked. Would you like that, Daddy?” Carol growls and tries to get out of Nat’s hold to no avail.
“You’re disgusting and stop calling me that!” Natalia hums and turns to you.
“Did I tell you to stop, kitten?” You continue your grinding as you look back at what was happening. Nat turns back to Carol.
“No, I think Daddy here wants my little kitten bent over instead, hm? Want to plunge your fingers in her tight wet heat, am I right?” Carol makes a barely audible moan but Nat heard it. She chuckles and lets go of Carol. Carol stands up and faces Natalia.
“Yes, you’re right, I want that. I want all of it though. The whole package. Not just a fuck every once in a while like you.” Natalia smirks as Carol glares at her and places a hand on your shoulder, effectively stopping you.
“Get up, kitten.” You climb off the man and sigh in relief. God that sucked. Natalia wraps her hands around your waist, her hands grabbing your ass. Your head tilts back as her lips attack your neck with nips and deep kisses.
“Fuck, Mommy.” Nat hums against your neck as she squeezes your ass. She pulls away and gives you a big wet kiss on the mouth.
“Good girl, kitten. Why don’t you go distract Daddy while I take care of this fucker, hm? Since she’s such a pussy.” You look at her with wide eyes as Nat smirks at Carol. 
“Better yet, if you kill him I’ll let you have one more night with Y/N.” You gasp as you pull away from Nat. Natalia’s face falters a little as you do before she pulls it together. You look at Carol and are shocked to see contemplation on her face.
“Carol don’t do this. Don’t even think about it! I won’t let you!” Carol turns to you then with a glare.
“You don’t tell me what to do, baby girl.” You pout as Carol looks at Natalia again. You hear the man groan again reminding you of the situation. Natalia holds out her gun for Carol to grab.
“So what’ll it be, Daddy?” You see Carol’s face contort in pain before she takes the gun from Natalia’s hand. You frown deeply as Carol raises the gun towards the man who is now screaming behind the gag. The stench of blood and sweat ever present. In mere seconds Carol points the gun at Nat who quickly slaps it to the right as a fire is shot. Her leg shoots out to sweep Carol off her feet as she grabs the gun. You gasp as she points it at Carol who is now on the ground.
“How fucking predictable. I’m so disappointed. Now you’ll have to die.” Before she could pull the trigger you jump in front of Carol. Nat glares at you.
“Please don’t do it. Don’t kill her, Mommy.” She growls at you.
“Move, kitten. If I don’t kill her now she’ll always be in the way!” Tears form in your eyes as you look pleadingly at Natalia. Your brain goes through many ideas before one stands out.
“Give her one last thing to look forward to!” Natalia looks at you like you’re crazy. 
“What are you on about, kitten?” You hear Carol breath heavily behind you in anticipation.
“I mean let her have one more night with me and then you can kill her, yes? One last thing, just like what I did for that man, let her have one more thing.” Natalia growls as she leans back and drops her gun from pointing at Carol.
“Fine, you little shit but I’m not leaving you two alone. Three’s a party, no? You wanted it too. So that’s how it’ll be. Come tomorrow she dies.” You release a breath of air as you turn around to help Carol up. She wraps her arms around you tight, breathing in your scent. 
“Thank you, baby girl. Although I don’t want to die.” She whispers into your ear as you let some tears escape.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Hopefully we can get you out once she’s asleep.” Carol hums warily and kisses your head. Natalia huffs and stalks closer to the man. She raises the gun and aims it at his heart.
“This is for every little girls world you destroyed.  кровь должна иметь кровь (Blood must have blood.)” With that she pulls the trigger until there are no bullets left. The smell that permeates the room makes your head spin. Natalia holsters her weapon and walks over to you.
“Pack up my bag, kitten. I need to have a little chat with Daddy here,” Nat gestures towards the door for Carol to go first “we’ll be back, little one.” 
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Carol walks a few feet away as Nat closes the door, Carol looks around nervously. Natalia makes her way towards Carol with a fire in her eyes. Carol’s back hits the wall as her eyes widen.
“Listen here, Carol. My kitten cares about you, deeply, which unfortunately means I can’t kill you.” Carol’s head tilts in question.
“Why would that stop you?” Carol’s eyes glisten in fear as Natalia huffs but then sighs in relief as she backs away. Carol sees her hesitation before deciding to answer.
“She would never forgive me.” Carol rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Are you serious? You’re a stone cold assassin why the fuck would you care? You would just take her anyways.” Natalia growls as she slams Carol into the wall. Carol immediately regrets her response. Natalia’s forearm on her clavicle keeps Carol pinned.
“I would never just take her. That’s disgusting. I may be a horrible person who does horrible things but never that.” Carol looks into Natalia’s eyes for anything really and she gasps when she realizes something.
“You love her!” Natalia’s eyes widen and she quickly backs away from Carol. Carol snorts out a laugh.
“You, a heartless assassin, actually has a heart. You don’t show it too well.” Natalia huffs and rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms.
“Here in this building I was taught that love was for children, that it always got in the way so it’s best not to feel. It’s easier to get the job done. It was so easy until I met her.” Carol sighs as she sees the conflict in Natalia’s eyes. 
“Look I don’t like you very much, but Y/N does. I have a feeling she feels the exact same way. I’m pissed it wasn’t me, truly I am. So you better take care of her or I will hurt you.” Nat chuckles at the threat before her laugh gets stuck in her throat at the look on Carol’s face. One of longing and regret but most importantly anger. Natalia knew you could’ve ended up with Carol and she wasn’t going to ruin this moment. Natalia uncrosses her arms and raises a hand. Carol meets her hand in a firm handshake.
“I promise, Carol. I will take care of her and I’ll try my best not to hurt her.” They both unclasp hands after a while both content with the other for the moment. 
“So are you going to tell Y/N you aren’t going to kill me?” Carol sees a gleam in Natalia’s eyes.
“Why would I? I think it would be more passionate if she didn’t. I’m sure if all goes well it will happen again.” Carol gapes at Nat.
“How do you know we’d be that compatible?” Natalia grins and slings an arm around Carol’s shoulders.
“It’s because it’s Y/N. She likes us both for different reasons but with how we fight over her it’s too perfect. Although now you’ve found some of your light it’ll be even better. Now sharing, for one night, I think we can manage, don’t you?” Carol smirks at this new found connection with Natalia.
“Yes, let’s go get our girl.” 
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You’re sitting on the desk with Nat’s bag slung over your shoulders and your briefcases when they walk back in. They both have small smirks on their faces and it confuses you. What happened out there? Carol stays by the door while Natalia makes her way over to you stepping over the receptionist. You hum as she claims your lips in a kiss, her hands resting on your thighs. Your hands tangle in her hair as her tongue licks everywhere inside your mouth. You moan deeply as her hands make their way further up your thighs. You pull away as she nears your covered center. Her eyebrows raised at the action. You smile sheepishly at her.
“Can we not do this here, Mommy.” You look around at the two people in this room who would never know what the light of day looked like again. She nods and steps back helping you off the desk. You grimace as you step over the body before Carol takes your hand. You hum in content at the moment and that Nat didn’t chop her hand off. You cuddle her arm as you all make your way out of the building. You’re absolutely curious as to what all went down in this building. You hope one day she will tell you. Once outside you grab your phone to call a cab when Nat stops you. 
“I have a car, kitten. No need to call a cab.” You nod as she leads you to her car but it wasn’t the mustang you’ve been in before. Carol whistles at the sleek black corvette stingray.
“What a beauty.” You huff as Natalia smirks and nods in agreement. When did these two become okay with the other? Nat grabs the bags from you and places them in the trunk, she then opens her door and turns to Carol before getting in.
“There’s only two seats so kitten will have to sit on your lap.” Oh well you’re not complaining. Carol walks you over to the other side and gets in. She pats her lap as you blush before sitting down on her lap. Nat smirks over at the two of you and lets her eyes linger on your cute red cheeks. She starts the car and you flush at the beautiful purr it makes. 
“So where did they put you two up?” Carol answers her as you squirm on her lap.
This is all too much for you to handle, especially in such a tight space. Carol’s hands wrap around your waist as Nat starts to drive.
“Why so squirmy, baby girl? Are you already wet for us?” You whimper as one of Carol’s hands makes its way between your thighs. You see Nat eye the both of you.
“I think you should check, Carol. If she’s not soaked now she won’t get anything tonight. She’ll just have to watch.” You moan loudly at the thought of watching these two women fuck each other. Oh my god, you’re definitely soaked now. Carol hums in agreement and unbuttons your slacks. She pulls the zipper down as you lift your hips to accommodate her. Your slacks are now on your thighs and her hand cups your panty clad cunt.
“Mm you’re panties are positively ruined, baby girl. Did we do this to you, you little slut?” You whimper as you almost came at the dirty words falling from Carol’s lips. 
“Take her panties off, Carol and tease the whore properly.” Carol pulls your panties down to your thighs.
“Spread your legs, baby. As much as you can.” You whimper as your thighs open and the air conditioning hits your wet pussy making you shiver. 
“Fuck!” Carol’s hand cups your soaked cunt as she trails one finger through your slit. Her finger comes to rest on your clit after gathering your wetness. She slowly starts to circle your clit as you moan loudly. Your hands reach back to grab onto her hair, not knowing what else to do with them. Natalia stops at a stop light and looks over at you in amusement.
“Look at you, kitten. Such a fucking slut. Anyone can look in and see you blissed the fuck out as your filthy little cunt is played with. Do you want someone to see you?” You whine as Carol quickened her pace on your clit.
“Fuck yes, Mommy. I want everyone to know how much of a slut I am for you two.” She hums as a smirk forms on her face.
“Then give them a show, kitten.” Her smirk widens as she lowers the passenger side window. You turn red as you look to your left to see a group of women with their mouths agape. You whine as you look away from them in embarrassment. Nat sees this and slaps your thigh harshly.
“Moan for them you filthy cunt‍.” You moan loudly as the sting from the slap goes straight to your clit. Carol increases her speed once more as your moans become louder. You hear the women cheering you on as you near your orgasm. The light turns green and Carol takes her fingers away from your clit. You whine at that before she shoves her fingers into your mouth. You moan at the taste of yourself as you clean her fingers. She then pulls them out and pulls up your panties and slacks.
“Pretty girl, you’re in for a long night. You haven’t earned the right to cum just yet, baby.” You lean further back into Carol as she holds you close around your waist. You moan as she places kisses up and down your neck. Nat pulls up to the hotel and parks her car. She gets out and grabs a different bag from her trunk. You and Carol get out of the car and follow Nat into the hotel. She doesn’t stop until she gets to the elevator not knowing what floor you two were on. Carol presses the floor number as you stand in between the two women. Your body slightly shaking from the almost orgasm in the car. God if they planned on edging you the whole night you just might die. The entire elevator ride Carol had her hand on your ass squeezing the cheeks every time the floor number changed. She pulls away once the doors open as you make your way to your room. Carol slides the key in and you whimper as you hear the door unlock. You hear Natalia snicker at the sound of your readiness. Once inside the energy changes. Carol makes her way to her luggage as you stand in the middle of the room. Nat drops her bag onto the nearest surface. Carol grabs some clothes from her suitcase and makes her way to the bathroom. Nat makes her way to the king sized bed and sits, crossing her legs. She stares at you as you shift your feet nervously. She doesn’t say a word so you don’t think you should speak just yet. It feels like forever until Carol makes her way back. She changed into more comfortable clothes. A baggy white T-shirt with grey low hanging sweatpants. You lick your lips as her Apollo’s belt peaks out deliciously. Your eyes move further down as she walks towards you and you realize she’s packing. You gasp as she grabs your hair and pulls back so your eyes face the ceiling. She licks a long stripe from the nape of your neck to your cheek.
“What are you looking at, baby girl? I don’t remember giving you permission to stare.” You whimper as she tightens her grip on your hair. Natalia stands up and makes her way towards the two of you. She hums as she removes Carol’s hand from your hair. You drop your eyes to hers as she brings a hand up to cup your cheek.
“Whenever you feel uncomfortable do not hesitate to say red, ok? We’ll stop immediately no matter what. If you can’t speak snap your fingers, okay? What are the traffic light colors, kitten?” You nuzzle into her hand as you answer.
“Green for good, yellow for slow down but don’t stop, red for stop everything and snap fingers if unable to speak.” She hums and brings you into a quick kiss.
“Good girl. Now strip for us.” Both Carol and Natalia step back as their eyes bore into your body. You blush profusely as you start to unbutton your blouse. You feel their hungry eyes devouring the sight of your half naked chest. You unbutton your pants and slip them off throwing them and your shirt away to the side. You were left in matching lace underwear. You slowly slip off your ruined panties, you were about to throw them when Carol puts out her hand. You place your panties in her hand and reach back to unhook your bra. She stuffs them into the pocket of her sweatpants as you remove your bra completely. Once fully naked you stand with your hands behind your back.
“Good girl, kitten. Did you happen to bring your collar with you?” 
“Yes, Mommy.” 
“Good, go grab it.” You walk over to your suitcase as you feel their eyes on you making your skin feel like it was on fire. You pull out the box with the collar and walk back over to Nat. She grabs the box from you and pulls out the collar.
“Knees.” You quickly drop to your knees in front of them. Nat bends down and places the collar around your neck. You’ve never worn one before and you’re surprised at how comfortable it is. 
“The collar looks so good on you, kitten. You ready to have some fun, baby doll.” You nod your head enthusiastically. You see Carol’s foot out of the corner of your eye before she’s pushing you to the ground. You lay back completely as she stands above you. Her foot is placed on your thigh and she lightly steps down. You release a slight whimper at the unusual feeling.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” She steps a little harder on you as your eyes closed briefly. Unhappy with your eyes closed she shifts her full weight on you making you yelp as your eyes pop open. She steps back and moves over to your other thigh stepping lightly on you.
“Answer me, slut. Do you like me stepping on you? Do you like being reduced to nothing but a fucking carpet.” You moan as she presses harder onto your thigh.
“Yes, Daddy. I love having you step on me. Treating me like I’m nothing but an object to be used.” She groans and steps back taking a deep breath. Nat steps over you to get to her bag.
“Sit up, kitten.” You quickly sit up as you watch her move. She takes off her clothes before slipping on a harness. She turns around and your eyes widen at the size of the fake cock. It was long and thick and it made your mouth and pussy gush with wetness. She walks back over to stand next to Carol who got rid of her clothes whilst you were busy watching Nat. Your eyes widen as her strap was just as big as Nat's. Your jaw drops as they both look at you with fire in their eyes.
“Am I hallucinating?” They both smirk at your wide eyed look.
“No kitten, you are not.” 
“Sure fucking feels like it.” Natalia chuckles darkly as Carol smirks at you. You gulp as you start to sweat from your arousal. 
“What are you waiting on, slut. Come get our cocks nice and wet for you.” You quickly scramble to your knees and make your way over to them kneeling at their feet. You take Carol’s cock into your mouth first as you fist Nats, slowly jerking the fake cock. You moan as you take more of Carol’s strap into your mouth. She fists her hands into your hair and slams the rest into your throat. You choke a bit before you adjust to the size. She holds her cock in your throat before pulling out and slamming back in. She thrusts into your mouth roughly as you feel Nat wrap her fingers around yours encouraging you to continue your hand job. Your eyes water as Carol fucks your face. She finally pulls away once tears are running down your face and drool covers your chin. You blink once before turning to face Nat and taking her cock into your mouth with a moan. Carol takes your hand and places it on her strap. You bob your head up and down Nats strap before she decides to take the reigns and fucks your face too. Your hand moves up and down Carol’s cock as Nat holds hers down your throat. She pinches your nose and doesn’t let up until your eyes widen dramatically. You cough once she pulls out as you try to catch your breath. Natalia smacks her cock across your cheek making you moan. 
“What a dirty little slut, such a good cock sucker too, isn’t she Carol?” Carol nods in agreement before slapping her cock on your other cheek. You gasp as your cheeks slightly sting from the slaps. Nat grabs your hair and pulls you up to your feet. You yelp at the rough treatment. She lets you go and pushes you into Carol. 
“You can have her first daddy I need to grab something.” She makes her way back to her bag as Carol pulls you into a rough kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth roughly. You moan into the dirty kiss as her hands grab your ass. She pulls away from the kiss and spins you around and pushes you face first onto the bed. She grabs your legs until your bent properly on the edge of the bed. Your upper torso on the bed as your legs touch the ground. You cry out as her hand comes down harshly on your unsuspecting ass. She rains many spanks down on your ass until your tears completely blur your vision. She stops once she’s satisfied with how red your ass is. You feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. Her hand rubs over the stinging red flesh of your ass before trailing between your ass cheeks lightly rubbing your rosebud before dipping into your wetness.
“Such a slut for a good spanking. You’re absolutely dripping and all you’ve done is suck cock, you whore.” You moan loudly as Carol slips three fingers into your cunt. She roughly fingers you as she leans down to nip at your sore ass. You clench down on her fingers almost at the precipice of pleasure when she pulls out. You whine as she waits for you to come down. She slaps your ass at your whine before thrusting her cock into your soaked cunt. You scream at the sensation of you finally being stuffed full. She leans over you to bite down onto your shoulder as she ruts into you roughly. You cry out as her teeth sink in further. Your eyes notice Natalia sitting in a chair, legs spread, her eyes trained on Carol’s cock thrusting in and out of your pussy. Carol release your shoulder and pushes on the back of your head making your face sink further into the mattress. Her other hand makes its way to your clit rubbing fast circles. You groan as you get closer to orgasm.
“Daddy, please!” She grunts as she thrusts harshly into you.
“What, baby girl? What is it you want from me?” You moan as she pinches your clit.
“Please may I cum, Daddy! Please please. Fuck!” Her hand shoves your face into the mattress so you couldn’t breathe. Your thighs quiver as your orgasm approaches. You start to get slightly light headed at the lack of oxygen before Carol pulls away completely. You pick your head up and take a deep breath as you whine loudly. Your confused body convulsed at the denied orgasm. Nat gets up from her seat and stands behind you. You jump as you feel a cold substance land on your ass cheeks. 
“Shh, kitten. Stay still. Your ass is going to need a warm up for what I have instore for you later.” You moan as she slips one finger into your lubed asshole. She slowly works in two more fingers and fingers your ass for a while before pulling away. You’re about to whine when you feel a metal butt plug enter your ass. You groan as you get used to the feeling, it being much bigger than the last one you had in your ass. 
“Good girl, kitten.” You hum in content as she slips her cock into your pussy. She starts off slow before picking up her pace. Carol crawls onto the bed and kneels in front of you. She picks up your head and slides her wet cock into your mouth. You moan as you taste yourself on her cock. She picks up her hips and thrusts into your mouth. Natalia picks up her pace and slams roughly into your cunt making you scream around Carol’s strap. Both women thrust roughly into your eager holes making your eyes roll back in pleasure. Nat slaps your ass as you moan getting ready to finally orgasm. Before you can they both pull away making you scream in frustration. You hear Nat chuckle as she rubs your ass. 
“Before you can cum, kitten, I think you should make Carol cum. After all this is her last night on earth.” You whimper and close your eyes missing the wink Nat sent to Carol. Carol hums and slips off her strap. She settles down at the top of the bed and spreads her legs. 
“Make me cum, baby girl. Then maybe we’ll let you cum.” You crawl up to her and kiss her thighs before taking her clit into your mouth. She groans and grabs onto your hair pushing your face further into her cunt. You release her clit before moving down to her entrance lapping at the wetness seeping out. You feel Nat behind you, her hand rubbing over the back of your thighs. You move back up to Carol’s clit and enter her with two fingers. You feel Nat take out the butt plug and lick your hole. You groan into Carol’s pussy at the new sensation.
“Want me to lick your asshole, kitten. Hm? Want me to fuck your ass with my tongue, slut?” You pull your mouth away from Carol’s cunt.
“Yes, Mommy please fuck my ass with your tongue!” Natalia hums and returns her tongue to your ass. You feel the tip of her tongue push into your ass making you moan. Carol’s hands in your hair redirect you to pay attention to her clit.
“Lick my pussy, baby girl. Don’t forget what your place is.” You finger Carol faster as your tongue laps at her clit. You feel Nat thrust her tongue further into your ass making your eyes clench shut as you release a loud groan making Carol moan at the vibrations on her clit. You feel her squeeze your fingers tight.
“Cum for me, Daddy.” Carol grunts as she cums all over you fingers. Nat is still slowly fucking your ass with her tongue as you clean Carol up. She pushes you away from her pussy as Nat pulls away from your ass. She gets up from the bed as Carol makes her way to your ass. You gasp as her tongue enters your ass. Nat lays in front of you after taking off her strap and widens her legs showing your her beautiful wet cunt.
“Eat my pussy, kitten, as daddy makes up for last time.” You hum as you dive into Natalia’s wet pussy. You lick through her folds sucking them harshly into your mouth making her groan. Carol’s hands grip onto you thighs as she tongues your ass. You moan at the glorious sensation as you suck Nats clit into your mouth. She pulls on your hair as you suck in earnest.
“Fuck my pussy with your tongue, kitten.” You hum and move your tongue down to her entrance. You thrust in as far as you can as her hips thrust up to make your tongue go deeper. Carol pulls away from your ass making you whine.
“Rub her clit, slut. Make mommy cum.” You bring a hand up to rub at Nats clit as she continues to hump your tongue. Her moans increase as you rub her clit faster. Her legs go rigid as she releases her cum into your mouth. You moan as you clean her up and help her down from her high. She hums and pushes your face away from her quivering cunt. You lick your lips as you kneel on the bed. Carol holds you from behind and cups your breasts in her hands giving them a squeeze before pinching your nipples making you moan loudly.
“Good girl, baby. I think she deserves to cum now. Wouldn’t you agree, mommy?” You moan filthily as you hear those beautiful words. Nat hums as she slowly circles her clit watching Carol grope your breasts.
“I don’t know, daddy. I feel like she could take a few more edges.” You whine loudly at the mere suggestion. Carol kisses your shoulders making her way to your neck leaving kisses as her hands squeeze your breasts. 
“Go grab our straps, baby girl.” She releases you as you scramble to get out of the bed quickly. You find Nats strap on the table and Carol’s on the chair. You walk over to the bed on shaky legs as you hand Carol her strap. She pulls it on as you kneel on the bed next to Nat holding out her strap for her to grab. She stops the touching of her clit to grab her strap and pull it on. Once it’s on she grabs your hair to pull you down into a messy kiss. She moans as she tastes her cum all over your mouth. Her fingers trace the edge of your collar as you moan into her mouth. She jerks her cock as she flicks her tongue along your teeth. You feel Carol come up behind you and start kissing your neck. You pull away from Nat when breathing became an issue. Carol hums as she nibbles on your earlobe.
“Which slutty hole do you want, Carol?” You whimper as Nat pinches your erect nipples. Carol hums in your ear as her tongue flicks over the lobe.
“I think I want her tight little pussy. Wanna stretch it with my big dick and make her beg to cum all over Daddy’s cock.” You moan as Carol moves to lay down at the head of the bed. Once comfortable she starts to jerk off her strap. You stare entranced before Nat grabs your hair roughly making you yelp and pulls you over to straddle Carol’s thighs.
“What are you waiting for, slut. This is Daddy’s last night on earth, make it worthwhile, kitten.” You grunt as your cunt comes into contact with Carol’s strap. You try not to think about what Nat said about it being almost over for Carol. Carol runs the tip of her cock through your moist folds. Your hands find her shoulders as she lines up the head to your entrance. You slowly start to push down on her strap when she stills your hips.
“Do you happen to have any rope, Natalia?” Nat hums and gets off the bed making her way to her bag. She returns with a small bundle of red silken rope. Carol grabs the rope from Nat and begins to place your hands together and bind them tightly. You frown as this limits your movements. Carol smiles and looks at how your breasts now pop out between your arms.
“If I had more time with you, baby girl. I’d tie you up in so many ways.” You moan as her eyes devour your upper torso. You place your hands on her chest as she pushes her cock into you slowly. Once you adjust and start to rock on her strap she grabs a hold of your hips and slams roughly up into you. You groan loudly as she keeps a steady rhythm. You feel kisses being placed on your shoulders as Natalia settles herself behind you.
“How does that feel, kitten. Being fucked so roughly like the fuck toy you are, hm? Just you wait till I get my cock in your ass, kitten. You’ll lose your fucking mind.” You moan throatily at the naughty things Nat's saying. Carol slows her thrusts and you whine before you feel Nat squirt some lube onto your asshole. Once Nat lubes up your hole generously she does the same with her strap. She places her hand on the middle of your back and pushes you down to lean closer to Carol. Carol stops her thrusts completely as Natalia places the tip of her cock at your backdoor. You whimper as she slowly starts to penetrate your asshole. 
“That’s it, kitten. You’re taking Mommy’s cock so well. Just a few more inches, baby doll.” Carol leans up a bit to kiss and suck on your neck as you moan when Nat bottoms out fully.
“Fuck!” Nat moans as she situated herself before slowly starting to thrust. Your mind has become fuzzy at the feeling of being stuffed by both women. You yelp as Carol starts to thrust again matching Nats steady rhythm. 
“How are you feeling, baby girl?” You whine when Carol pulls away from kissing your neck.
“Whine again and you won’t cum, baby girl.” You’re about to whine again when her words hit you. 
“Feel really good, Daddy.” Carol hums as Nat grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you back into her.
“Color?” 
“Green, Mommy.”
“Are you ready to get fucked hard, kitten. Both of your little slutty fuck holes filled and ready to be used, hm?” You gasp as Carol sits up to take your nipple into her mouth, Nats hand twisting your hair painfully.
“Well slut, what do you have to say about that?” Carol switches to your other nipple making you groan.
“I’m ready, Mommy. Please, fuck I wanna get fucked so hard that I can’t remember my name, please. Please, Mommy! Please, Daddy!” Carol bites down on your nipple as Nat releases your hair and brings her hand down to slap your ass hard.
“Mm good girl.” You choke out a moan as both women speed up their thrusts. Carol pulls away from you breasts and leans back grabbing a hold of your waist and slamming her hips up into your willing pussy. Nat places one of her hands on your breast the other going up to wrap around your throat. Their thrusts start to align making your head spin in pleasure. Natalia squeezes down on your neck effectively shortening your air supply. She twists your nipple before moving her hand to your clit. You choke on a moan as she starts to circle your clit. Carol brings her hands back up to your breasts as you get closer to your release.
“You wanna cum, baby girl?” You nod and Nat tightens her hold on your throat in disapproval.
“Use your words, slut.” You’re about to obey Nat when Carol brings one of her hands up to slap your cheek. You gasp at the harsh smack.
“Yes I wanna cum, please!” Carol hums as Natalia chuckles darkly. 
“Why should we let you cum, kitten? I don’t think you’re ready to just yet. What do you think, Carol?” You whimper as Carol smirks at Nat.
“I think she’s going to be in for a long night. Maybe we should let her cum just this once.” Nat huffs at this.
“You’re so whipped, Carol. Fine. This is the only chance you’re going to have to cum tonight, kitten. Only when daddy says you can, you may. Understood?” Nat releases your neck and you nod rapidly.
“Yes, Mommy.” She hums and grabs on to your shoulder rutting into you roughly as she continues to rub your clit. Carol grunts as she thrusts up into you and you’re not sure how much longer you could take this. Your eyes start to cross as your abdominal muscles clench. Carol smirks as she looks you straight in the eyes.
“You wanna cum, baby girl.” You nod.
“Yes, Daddy. Wanna cum so bad!” You feel Nat’s lips on your shoulders.
“Beg me.” Your eyes roll back as you try to hold off your orgasm.
“Please, please Daddy. Please let your baby girl cum. I’ve been so good tonight. Please I wanna cum like the slut I am all over your thick cock! Please, Daddy!” She hums as she smirks widely at you. Her hands squeezing your hips tightly.
“Cum, baby girl. Cum for us.” The second she gives you the okay your eyes close as fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Your abdomen clenched tight as you scream their names. They slowly stop thrusting as you come down from your high.
“Holy shit, baby girl. You fucking squirted! So proud of you.” You hum in content as Nat pulls out of you slowly. She tosses her strap and helps you off of Carol’s. Carol undoes the rope binding your hands together. You lay down as Nat holds you from behind slowing rubbing the red marks left behind from the rope.
“Such a good girl, kitten. You took our cocks so well.” You purr as she kisses the back of your head. Carol quickly discarding her strap to join the both of you, holding you from the front. Carol kisses your forehead as your eyes start to shut.
“It’s okay, baby girl. Get some rest. We’ll finish this later.” The last thing you hear is Nat whispering something to Carol before you drift off.
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You wake up the next day with a start. You groan as your body reminds you of all that happened the night before. After your little nap Nat and Carol continued to make you squirm and cum for hours on end. You’ve never been so happy before. You roll over to see Carol sleeping with the cutest pout on her face. You sit up and frown when you see no sign of Nat. You’re eyes widen when you realize you can get Carol out before she kills her. You’re on high alert when Nat makes her way back into the room, a tray of coffees in her hand.
“Morning, kitten. Got you two coffee. Figured you’d need it after last night.” You tilt your head in confusion.
“Are you not going to kill her?” She frowns as she sets the coffee on the desk.
“Why did you want me too?” You quickly scramble off the bed and over to Nat blushing when you realized you were completely nude besides the collar resting on your neck.
“No I don’t!” She hums and pulls you closer into a warm embrace. You’re confused for all of two seconds before you realize you should accept this level of intimacy whenever you can. Nat kisses the top of your head as she sways the two of you slowly.
“You care for her, kitten. Maybe not in the way she would hope but you care. I couldn’t do that to you, taking away someone you love.” Your heart swells at her uncharacteristic words.
“Thank you, Natalia. I really appreciate that.” She raises her hands to your head cupping your face softly.
“Of course. Anything for you, kitten.” With those words she pulls you into a slow kiss. You moan as she deepens the kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist. She pulls away too soon and you pout. She smirks and gives you little kisses until your pout becomes a smile. 
“I have to go, kitten,” You whine as she slowly sways you back and forth “I’ll see you soon, I promise. Until then I need you to know you’re mine. No sleeping with anybody else. Got it, kitten?” You nod and lean up to kiss her once more.
“Only yours, Natalia.”
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atiny-dazzlinglight · 4 years
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✨💌 self promo time: reply with five of your favorite creations and pass this on to some of your favorite creators! Thank you for making such lovely things 💌
Oh this is different~
5: Helping Hands: Helping hands will always be my baby cause it’s the first one I posted for my page so it always has a place in my heart. Also, it spurred my love for subby, bratty fucked out Woo.
4: Stuffed: This is the moment Yunho became my 4th bias. It fuels my size kink and just a dom daddy Yunho is so sexy to me like *screech sounds* I’m sorry no I’m not but Yunho is so fine.
3: Sweet Tooth: I LOVE the slow burn of this. I love the sexual scenes of this. Sugar baby Wooyoung just sounds nice to me and Sugar Daddy Seonghwa is what kills me. I also really like their sex scene too.
2: Red Strings of Fate: I only have one chapter out the second one is being written now actually but I put so much planning into this story and it’s really my baby. I love how I planned the boy’s stories and I really can’t wait for you all to see
1: Dare Gone Good: Y’all really love this one and I know why y’all love it cause I love it too. As a fellow 99 liner, this stepped on my throat and I love this. All of the scenes, how it flowed, the nasty as sex scenes, I love it. It truly have a place in my heart and ugh it’s really my favorite and I wasn’t expecting the love it gotten.
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thehappyhockeymask · 4 years
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Yay! You’re still doing match-ups! I’m a Pansexual girl, roughly 5’8” with auburn hair and light blue eyes. I have a pretty fiery attitude and anger issues, so I tend to snap a lot and quickly jump to conclusions. I act a lot before thinking and smart off a lot as well. I am an avid knife thrower and enjoy regular hikes. I also love fur children smh.
Sweeney Todd
- Oh boy he has an INSTANT violence boner for you. He isn’t sure whether he wants to cut you or fuck you but he’s leaning towards fucking.
- Watching you with knives is.....an orgasmic experience for him.
- He’s definitely a snake person, but he respects your love of the furrier ones. After all, animals aren’t the ones that typically go blabbing to the police :)
- When you snap he’s right there to egg you on (probably turn it into a fucking duet if you’re not careful). Sweeney RELISHES your beautiful anger, is just waiting for the day you finally make your first kill and truly understand the feeling as he does.
- Hiking....may not be his cup of tea, entirely, but if you compromise by doing it in the dark evenings, or perhaps through some graveyards, I think you can warm him up to it.
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- Definitely masturbates to the thought of you eviscerating some pathetic, lesser sap, maybe even letting Sweeney fuck you in the gore. He’s a nasty man.
- He begs you to try knife-play with him, usually in the form of straight razors, as one does.
- Is down for threesomes as long as the third wheel gets murdered in the process. It’s not jealousy so much as a kink, so don’t worry about the security of your relationship. Y’all are solid.
- Sweeney is deceptively strong for someone so lithe, and is definitely capable of lifting you. All that corpse disposal will have really come in handy when you want him to use his strength against you. Who needs a vibrator when he’s THAT good at fingering?
- He’s a firm believer that anywhere is a private space if no one can see you, so if he gets horny on one of your night walks, he certainly wouldn’t mind getting a little nasty against an alley wall or on top of a remote grave.
- Sweeney has a Thing for watching you hurt people, even with words, and trust me when I say that turning it on him is gonna result in a raging boner.
- Getting dragged off to a back room through the day to fuck is gonna be common in your humble pie shop.
Freddy Krueger
- “Fiery, you say?”
- *stupid snicker*
- You’re sharp banter alone could keep him alive, this man swoons over you on the daily.
- Will still call you bitch but it’ll be in a loving way, he promises.
- His brain is tiny and his meat is huge.
- No thoughts. Head empty. (He has to save space for all his love for you, there’s only so much there)
- Your spunk and the many facets that make up you give Freddy unending amusement, so don’t be too shocked when he pokes and prods just to get rises out of you. He just wants to banter and use more of those filthy lines he’s constantly making up.
- Realistically, you can drag him anywhere you want, yes, even on hikes. He’ll probably even get inspired by it to make a forest dream world for the both of you (obviously with the intention of doing dirty stuff in it but not exclusively).
- You can keep your fur children, Freddy doesn’t particularly crave animal company but he feels no need to bother yours.
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- Is VERY horny to see knives in your hands.
- Also he’s just....always horny, so there’s that. You could pick the most inconvenient time for sex and at worst he’ll get pouty while he pops a boner and drops whatever he’s doing.
- If you can fantasize about it, he’ll satisfy it. There’s nothing too tame or too disgusting for him, he has like, no boundaries. It’s only disturbing if you think too hard on it.
- Don’t think too hard on it.
- His tongue? Endless. His patience? Almost nonexistent. He will whine when things take awhile but he will not quit.
- Freddy has a kink for white dresses, fight me. The idea of ruining purity just does something to him. White lingerie achieves the same effect.
- No matter what his proportions were while he was alive, he can make his dick as big as you want now. Just....be careful what you wish for, because he will readily do anything.
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disasterdeacy · 5 years
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Too Much Love Will Kill You (Series) Prologue Chapter One Charlotte Jones is the niece of the one and only David Bowie. Compared to her uncle she lives a relatively normal life, she’s just received her MA in Astronomy from Imperial College, she’s got friends who love her, and an uncle who would do absolutely anything for her.  She thinks her life couldn’t possibly get any better, until 13 July 1985 and a very insistent uncle happens... Warnings: Infidelity, Smut, Angst, Cursing, Age Gap (17 years), Lots of Fluff amidst a shit ton of angst
Some Day One Day: Present Day Brian May x Young Reader -  (Y/N) has been working as a volunteer at Save Me for almost a year whenever she gets a chance, and she absolutely loves it. Brian May has been overjoyed for the past 6 months, particularly when he gets the opportunity to work with his favorite young volunteer/lawyer (Y/N), the only issue? She’s 50 years younger than him, and he’s married… One night, after a particularly stressful week for the two, Brian decides that he can’t stand being away from his friend anymore, and plans a little excursion for the two, completely platonic of course…  Warnings: Infidelity, Age Gap (50ish years), Angst, Fluff, Drunk Brownies, Smut 
Never In My Wildest Dreams (Series)- Present Day Brian May x Young Reader
Part One: Y/N has been having a rather shitty week, feeling sick, tired, and just all around crappy. Arriving home from work, she wants nothing more than to curl up next to Brian and sleep…. Life, however, has other plans. Set two years after the end of Some Day One Day. Warnings:  Fluff, Angst, Pregnancy, General Issues With Mortality, Age Gap, Mentions of Hospitals, Roger Taylor, Ramen Part Two-  After leaving the hospital after receiving some rather amazing news, Y/N and Brian return home for Y/N to reward Brian for all of his.. hard work. Warnings: Sub!Bri, 18+, Age Gap, Unsafe Bathroom Practices Part Three-  The day after finding out she’s pregnant with twins, Y/N May and her husband enjoy a nice breakfast before being rudely interrupted. Warnings: Angst, 18+, Age Gap, wow kids can be rude and ungrateful man 
Taking Care of Business- Present Day Brian May x Young Reader- Brian misbehaves during dinner, forcing Y/N’s hand once they arrive home.. Warnings: pwop, 18+, age gap, sub!bri, hints of mommy kink, could be read w NIMWD and SDOD, lube is important, plz use lotion after bondage plz think of the skin 
Forbidden Fruit (Series) 1998 Brian May x Young Reader   Part One- Summary: Y/N is Jimmy May’s best friend in the entire world. So when she’s unable to return home for the 4th of July, he does what any good friend would and offers to have her come stay with him at his Dad’s place for the weekend, the whole thing culminating in a BBQ that would rival any her family ever threw. Little does Brian, or Y/N, know, this weekend will be memorable for more reasons than the burgers and sparklers. Warnings: Infidelity, Age Gap, 18+, Y’all This is Just Disgusting I’m Sorry Part Two- Summary: The 4th of July has come to Windlesham, and Y/N is ready and fed up with Brian’s teasing. Willing to risk it all, the two mismatched lovers spend the day making their own fireworks while trying to avoid being caught. Warnings: Infidelity, Age Gap, 18+, Unsafe Use of Kitchen Furniture, Don’t Fuck Beside Food Plz, Definite FDA Violations
Do It Yourself- Present Day Brian May x Young Reader- Y/N is feeling a bit neglected by Brian before a show, and decides to take matters into her own hands… Warnings:  18+, Age Gap, Activities Happening Around the Red Special Which Should Really Not Be Happening, Someone Please Clean Her
Dom!Present Day!Brian May x Young Reader Blurb- Reader accidentally on purpose steals one of Brian’s shirts and sends him picture proof, sending him into a frenzy of emotions he hasn’t felt in 25 years. Warnings: Sin, Dom Bri, Outdoor Sex, Age Gap, RIP Brian’s Paint Job
Sub!Present Day!Brian May x Young Reader Pegging Blurb- Reader discovers a long kept secret of Brian’s, and makes him regret not telling her about it sooner Warnings: Sub Bri, Age Gap, General Sin, Movie Night is Never the Same
Anything You Ask- Y/N and Brian have been friends and research partners for 2 years, but on a trip to Tenerife, everything changes Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex, Like, Graphic Unprotected Sex, Wrap it Before You Tap it, Someone Get These Kids Some Gatorade and a Ciff Bar.
Present Day!Brian May x Young Reader Cock Warming Headcanon- I would say sorry, but I’m not. Warnings: 18+, Age Gap, Call Your Priest Y’all
Present Day!Brian May x Young Reader Backscratching Headcanon- This is just sweet as hell Warnings: Fluffy bb Bri, 
Lavender Knots-  Summary: The media is cruel, and while Y/N can deal with the pressures and nasty words, Brian doesn’t want her to have to… so, he decides to try and help her, by breaking up with her. Warnings: A N G S T (soz), Fluff (i’m not a sadist), Smut (oh boy its nasty), Age Gap, mentions of mortality, mentions of suicidal thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it unless you’re tryna get Bri to give you a baby, in which case, you do you sis), Major FDA Violations.
Slip-Up- SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS NOT MY OWN WORK :) Summary: Inspired by this video of Brian Harold May accidentally letting the world know what a giant sub he is.  Warnings: smut, sub!Bri, age difference, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), creampie ( NSFW 18+ (obviously!!)
Harder, Faster Stronger- Summary: Brian isn’t usually the jealous type, but after seeing you and Gwilym a little too close to his liking, he’s shocked by just how jealous he can get. Warnings: 18+, Age Gap, Dom!Brian, For Once lol
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Moonlight Mother- After Rock Montreal, John wants nothing more than to spend time with his wife, and discuss some very important details regarding their future family...  Warnings: Breeding Kink, Smut, Like seriously y’all, pure sin
John Deacon x Reader Period Sex Headcanon- Just read the title my dudes I have no words for myself Warnings: Apologies to Mr. Deacon 
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Present Day Roger x Young Reader Birthday Headcanon - Written for the lovely @meddows-taylors birthday. Smutty little headcanons revolving around young reader’s birthday, and Roger’s idea of celebration... Warnings: Age Gap, Smut, unsafe use of kitchen furniture
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Angel Eyes-  When your parents insist on meeting your new boyfriend Joe, you’re more than excited. You love your family and their opinion of your significant other means the world to you, you know they’re going to love him no matter what, but Joe is absolutely paralyzed with fear. Warnings: Angst (Slight), Fluff, Cursing, ABBA
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Sub!Ben Strap On Headcanon- Y’all it’s just pure sin.  Warnings: uhhhhhh read the title sisters
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eroticcannibal · 5 years
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Getting off to consent: a personal defence of rape kink and noncon/dubcon fic
This is a jumbled mess of thoughts but that’s how I’m gonna be doing this so.... (I thought about editing it but it’s stressful to write so fuck y’all deal with it)
Also if you have anything to say, you read through this whole damn thing first, or I’ll ignore you till you do. This is my trauma and you’ll show it some fucking respect.
My teen years were full of sex, all quite respectful and gentle and vanilla. They asked if I liked it, they never physically forced me or held me down. They kissed me and cared for me and showered me with affection and adoration. 
It was nice, and people were often jealous, even when I had to stop messing around because I had a kid now, cus I had a lovely little flat that was only infested with fleas and ants, some hand-me down furniture, a beautiful baby and a gentle man to look after us. Even if he was a bit lazy and liked to look at younger girls. 
I could never call what happened “rape” then. Didn’t seem right f I was smiling, initiating it, acting like I enjoyed it. 
There was one time I easily could call it that though. When I woke up to a mutual friend on top of me, and he was in the kitchen sulking because I’d reacted more in my sleep to the friend raping me than him. They’d only done it to make me happy, he said. His feelings were so hurt, he said.
Rape, real rape, for me, has always been gentle and kind and considerate and performatively respectful of my feelings, and when someone gets hurt it’s never me who’s allowed to hurt. And I don’t even get to consent. 
Those things became hurtful and unsafe. 
I’d already leaned towards rougher things in my thoughts, but the shame young-looks-like-a-girls get kept me quiet. But after that, my brain pushed me in head first. Because I needed to escape what hurt me. 
I needed it to be rough rather than gentle, I needed nasty words and a performative lack of regard for my wants while paying close attention to if I’m ok, rather than asking me if I’m ok and ignoring how mechanically I’m reacting and how I won’t look them in the eye. I needed to be allowed to be pissed off, to hit and kick and cry and feel. I needed to be able to fight back instead of just accepting what was happening. I needed what I wanted, consenting, to be not just a necessary box to tick, but to be the theme, the central focus of the event. I needed to recontextualise my trauma, make it not about sex, but the violation. 
It’s not my fault that gets called having a rape kink. 
Since then I’m not sure if I just get raped more or if I’m just noticing it more. It’s never the people who are willing to be a little rougher if I ask them too. I don’t do full rape kink IRL, but I’ll ask for things that are approaching it. Those people I trust, they care about me. They are gentle with me afterwards. They are careful with how they hold me down when I try to wriggle away from them. They want to hurt me but they don’t want to hurt me. People who know the difference between fantasy and a scene and reality, those are people I can trust. 
It’s the ones you’d never flinch at that rape me. The ones who are born again and celibate who molest me even after I already willingly fucked them, the ones who bring me dinner and aren’t into anything weird who take advantage of me when I’m unconscious, the ones innocently offering to help me with a problem at college who trap me in the toilets at the pub. The nice ones everyone trusts, the ones who would never be like those gross dangerous kinky freaks. And they are always so nice with it, so gentle, so respectful. 
I can’t even say no anymore. At least I can fool myself, if I don’t say no, it’s not rape, right? If I come on to him so he doesn’t throw a carseat at my head again, that’s not rape, right? But a safeword isn’t no. And no is less scary if you say it when someone is rough with you, because rough people don’t rape me. “Oh that’s unhealthy!” I can’t really care, when playing pretend while consenting is what got me to the point where I have finally, once, said no. 
It was pretty amazing, my friend who’s a strange kind of rough. Likes to hold me down and force me and push my limits and make it so that I can’t even talk... He’s not really into hurting me, but he holds me in a way that lets me know he’s strong enough to. And I was sucking his dick when I suddenly thought “Eh, don’t really want to be doing this.”
But that time was different, it had clicked for me, you see. I’d not have managed that without rape kink, I don’t think. Cus the whole thing with rape kink, it’s all about wanting it, in a way all other sexual activity isn’t. And right then, I didn’t want to. It was different.
And I managed to say no. I managed to stop and say “I’m really sorry but I don’t want to do this right now.” And it was terrifying, it had been so long since I’d even tried to say no, because I’d learned so early that no doesn’t matter, it’ll happen anyway, so you may as well let it. And he was fine with it. More than fine. He thanked me for telling him. I thanked him for not making me continue and he got a bit pissed off and said “No. Think about what you are saying.” It was a life changing moment. I’d never have got there without rape kink. 
I keep getting told it’s retraumatising, but that’s just not how this works. It doesn’t even resemble my trauma, for a start. But even for those who it does... that’s not how it works. I know because that’s my current relationship with vanilla sex. Thanks to my kinks I’ve got to a point where I feel safe enough to try it occasionally. Because if these people won’t rape me in one situation, they won’t in another, right? If they’ve respected my “no”, they’ll keep doing that. It’s still scary, and it will be for a while, but it’s like therapy. Do you know how talking therapy works with trauma? It’s important to wait until you feel safe, you can’t rush it, because if you don’t feel safe, you affect the memories in the wrong way.
When you remember, talk about, or play out a traumatic event, your memories don’t remain static. They change. They change depending on how you are feeling. If you feel scared, the memories become scarier. If you feel safe, the memories won’t be as scary. That’s how talking therapy works, you talk about it over and over while feeling safe and eventually that memory can’t hurt you any more. Thats how rape play, and for me, vanilla sex, works. You play out the trauma with someone you trust, where you feel safe, where you are having a good time and it reduces the trauma. 
It kinda baffles me when people say “you are getting off to rape” too. This isn’t rape. Rape is a sex act without consent. Rape is just... rape. Kink isn’t rape, because you consent. f you don’t consent, it’s not kink, it’s rape. It’s mutually exclusive. Real rape doesn’t get me going, it horrifies me. 
Rape fiction has it’s values too. Yes even the “glorifying” stuff you all hate. Cus let’s be honest, you don’t know how to use that word.
Let’s take for example Killing Stalking. I can understand why people think it’s glorifying. It’s written in a way that makes you feel how the victim feels. And how a victim feels can be complicated. Loving your abuser is so complicated. Abusive relationships are intense, and I’ll be honest, there are times when I miss being abused, because yes it may be awful but it’s also so fucking good. Abuse requires the good to get you trapped. It requires that tenderness and love. It’s a very intense kind of love. Non-abusive relationships rarely reach that level of intensity, that’s a stable kind of love. Abuse requires that intensity to keep you stuck. And people feel that love in the writing and it makes them uncomfortable, they call it “glorifying.”
Funny how the experiences of the abused are so often turned against us to further hurt us. 
We all know how important representation is. It doesn’t just apply to identities though, it applies to experiences. And survivng trauma is rarely neat and respectable. That’s just the story you’ve been told. It’s messy, it’s gross, it’s confusing, it’s full of shame, it’ll turn your stomach seeing how we drag ourselves out of it. It’s rare to see that shown honestly. It hurts that I can see those emotions, my emotions, layed out on a page and then hear people say I think rape and abuse are a good thing just because I feel relieved over finally seeing the truth of my trauma honestly represented. 
And you know what, you should feel uncomfortable reading things like that. It’s uncomfortable! Like, that’s the minimum response you should have! Imagine fucking living it! But that doesn’t make feeling that, and connecting to that feeling a bad thing. It doesn’t make me a bad person, to have been hurt like that. I’m not a bad person for being a messy victim, they’re the bad ones for doing this to me! 
I write a lot of rape stuff, in fact until last nanowrimo it’s all I wrote. I needed to get it out of my system, I guess. It’s cathartic. I can play with how things could have been. How could it have been better? Could I have noticed a red flag? Fought? Got away after the first time? Can I do better in future? But also, how could it have been worse? Did I actually fuck up? Is fighting someone abusive really a good idea? Is confronting someone when you are trapped in a hotel room with them wise? It’s ok to prioritise survival if it means not being torn and broken and killed, right? 
But not just from the perspective of the victim. Remember what I said about what being raped was like for me? How kind and loving those men were? It’s a hard thing to reconcile, that someone so gentle and loving hurt you so much. I couldn’t understand it, because I would never do that, and the people who were rough and rude with me at my request... they never made a mistake. They were so attentive, they watched me so carefully to make sure I was ok. So how could these men have raped me?
I understood when I wrote on character in particular. That time, I wrote from the perspective of a rapist. The victim was like me, very passive. He was very kind he didn’t do anything weird. But as I wrote, everything started to make sense. He could see the blank face, he noticed the panicked breathing, he noticed them not reciprocating. He knew. He didn’t make a mistake. He knew what he was doing. He raped them because he wanted to.
They raped me because they wanted to. 
Anger is better than shame. It’s better than still loving him. Anger keeps me safe. My writing made me angry and I’m so grateful I experienced that. 
I think most of all rape kink taught me not just how important consent is (the one thing that is the difference between sex and rape), but also how to practice it. I don’t know how sex ed is now, but consent was never taught. We were just taught the mechanics of vanilla sex. Essentially for me, a lesson on how to let rape happen. Kink gave me autonomy and power and a way of saying no. 
In the end, it’s all pretend. Just a way for me to explore things I need to, and heal myself. I won’t accept that it’s retraumatising or unhealthy, because I’m getting better because of it. I won’t accept that it’s something that should be hidden, because it was others being open who helped me stop feeling like I’m a gross slut who deserved what I got because of these feelings, and no one deserves to feel alone. No one deserves to feel ashamed for the way they’ve survived. We should never have to hide. You can avert your eyes if we are too much of a mess for you. 
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The Divorce - (Hades!T’Challa x black!Persephone!reader)
Author’s Note:  Hello all!  So I’ve been juggling this concept around in my head for days now, and I finally wrote it.  Hope y’all like it.  Please comment and tell me what you think.
Warnings:  Sexual References and angst.
Disclaimer:  I do not own a damn thing, especially not the images.
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“SHE CANNOT LEAVE ME!”  An angry God of Death shouted as he angrily sat on his throne.
“Evidently,” The God of War snapped in reply, “Yes the fuck she can.  Apollo has allowed it.”
“Bullshit,” the divine being hissed, “His dominion is over America, not my wife!  He cannot grant her asylum.”
“Again.  Yes the fuck he can.  According to the very specific Sokovia Accords, a god or goddess may grant another asylum if his or her life is in immortal danger.  Persephone can declare herself to be fleeing another god now.”
That was not what T’Challa wanted to hear.  He, the God of Underworld, had been put in a bind by you - his own wife, the goddess of Spring.
Unlike in the stories humans told each other, Gods were wildly uncomplicated and would kiss, fuck and more commonly - argue.
Such was no exception for the Gods who were married, and that included you and T’Challa.
Again and unlike in the stories, T’Challa had not kidnapped you but you had started the nasty little rumor to rebel against your mother, Demeter, who told you that you were to be married to him on orders of Zeus.
But that was centuries ago.
Even if you despised losing your independence, you had come to love T’Challa with the purest love that one God could give another.
And that pure love came crashing down when you found out that your dear husband, the man who actually despised seeing people die and comforted them in the afterlife, was having an affair.
The argument that you both had at dinner was the biggest and worst one to ever happen between you two.
“You lying bastard!  You deceive me and then do not have the balls to come forth with your deception!”
“YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU ARE MY WIFE!”
This wasn’t the first time you had caught him cheating.  Of course, there were the multiple dalliances with the mortal woman, who T’Challa assured could not hold a candle to you.  
But then his desires grew from mortals.  There was that time around 1950 when you found a love letter from some other whorish nymph named Minthe.
‘My love,’ the letter had read, ‘I miss you greatly.  Even if you have an obligation to your kingdom, that does not mean I cannot hunger for you in my dreams.’
My love, you thought, a fiery anger bubbling in your chest, MY LOVE?!
That was the final straw.  These affairs had gone too far.
That day, you marched down to earth to find the woman sleeping with T’Challa and you can still remember the smirk she gave you when bragged of your husband’s skills in the sack.
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Your mother had always said that your worst trait was your jealously and with the might of mother nature itself coursing through your veins, you struck Minthe down and turned her in a mint plant before crushing her under your bare feet.
T’Challa was pissed when he found out from what happened from his friend and the ferryman of souls, W’Kabi, and he ambushed you at dinner.
Again, that was the worst argument of your life.
“This is not the first dalliance I’ve had.  What made you want to kill her?!”
“I did not marry you thinking you would unsheathe your dick with every single woman, but I put up with that.  I will NOT allow you to love another woman.”
“Well if who I fuck is such an issue, why don’t you just leave?”
Your eyes widened and fresh water tears bubbled in your eyes.
Huffing, you turned around and left.
“I want a divorce, T’Challa.  I have had enough.”
With that, you left the dining room.
Even if T’Challa had slept on the couch that night, he never thought you would actually leave.  
Imagine his shock when he had discovered that the Queen of the Underworld had packed her bags and left.
Not only that, but you had taken your three kids with you.  You had taken his kids with you.
Yeah, T’Challa was pissed.
“Divorce” my ass, he thought spitefully.
“This place is strange mother,” your oldest son, Zagreus, commented as he walked beside you, his dark skin shining from the glitzy lights radiating off the buildings in Times Square.
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“It’s just New York, baby,” you answered, your brown eyes darting as you looked for your destination, “It’s quite mundane.”
“I want a hot dog, mommy.” your only daughter, Melinoë, chirped, her 4b hair bobbing as she smiled up at you with adorable gap tooth that reminded you of her father.
“We’ll get one later baby,” You replied, clutching baby Plutus closer into your arms, “But right now we gotta get somewhere first.”
Soon, you made it to a dark apartment building and despite your gruesome situation, you could not resist a brief smirk as how Zagreus glared at the horny homeless man eyeing your hips.
Quietly, you led your kids inside and up the stairs to one of the apartment doors.
Though the humans were unable to see the magic around it, you could read the magic labeled numbers engraved on the door.
III  IX
Three, for the winter months you were originally required to spend with T’Challa after he had fed you the ceremonial pomegranate.  Nine, for remaining months you had to spend with your mother and the other Gods.
Yup.  This was the place.
Gently, you handed Plutus to Zagreus and placed both your hands on the door.  On cue, a magic glow rippled through the door and nob rolled to the right as it softly opened.
Persephone walked in first and her kids followed.
“You made it,” a dark, sultry voice greeted.
Angrily, you growled at the dark shadow in the corner, your eyes glowing a bright green as you readied to turn whoever was stupid enough to advance on your and your family into a shrub.
“Relax,” the figure replied, coming out of the darkness, “It is just me.”
“Bucky,” You greeted as the being calmly sat down.
“Persephone,” He replied, his eyes betraying his brutal demeanor, “You made it.”
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“You could have announced yourself,” you replied, shutting the door.
“I could say the same for you, your majesty.”
“You truly are what the humans.”
“I cannot help the stories,” Bucky responded with a dark smirk, “I am what the humans think of in times of war.”
“So you are him,” Zagreus said, sizing Bucky up, “Funny.  You do not look so scary.”
The boy did have his father’s pride.
“Zagreus,” you chastised.
“No it’s fine,” Bucky replied, his smirk turning into a taunting smile, “Little Zagreus is just trying to take his daddy’s place.”
Zagreus growled, his eyes glowing an amber color, as he advanced on the Personification of Terror sitting in his family’s new kitchen table.
Persephone, already used to dealing with his father’s mood swings, tightly gripped his shoulder, “Boy, calm down.  Remember what happened the last time you lost your temper.”
Zagreus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
By the Gods, he huffed, Blast a soul to pieces one time and your own mother makes your clean the Cerberus pits.
“I’m hungry mama,” Melinoë said with a pout.
“Well eat up,” Bucky said gently as she ran to the large white refrigerator, “The fridge is fully stocked.”
With that, the divine being got up from the table and quietly left for the door.
“Bucky,” you called, making him freeze, “Thank you.”
He briefly turned for a second, regarding you.
“Any time.”
Then, he was gone.
You had tried to keep your kids calm that night.  Taking them away from their father had been traumatic for everyone, and you would be damned if you let it break your kids.
Luckily, Plutus had gone to sleep easily for a change, and that left room for the rest of you to scroll through Netflix.
You insisted on letting Zagreus pick what to watch, and of course he avoided Black Panther since the main actor reminded him eerily of his father.
After watching The Grinch, you decided it was time to turn in for bed.  Zagreus took the couch and you slept in the one bedroom with Melinoë and Plutus.
Don’t worry babies, you thought as your eyes drifted shut while you rubbed your daughter’s hair through her bonnet, We’ll make it through this.
The next morning, your eyes blinked open to see that little Melinoë was gone, along with baby Plutus.
A slight feeling of fear bloomed in your chest, but it quickly gave way to relaxation when you smelled the familiar scent of pancaked and bacon.
Zagreus must be cooking breakfast, you thought, getting up.
It wasn’t a surprise to you.  Zagreus frequently cooked breakfast when his father was too busy or when you were off visiting his grandma.
Sighing and rubbing the kink out of your neck, you sighed as you walked to the kitchen. 
That was odd.  Zagreus wasn’t there, neither was Melinoë or Plutus.  Your eyes widened when you saw the heap of freshly made pancakes, bacon and...pomegranates.
Shit.
“They are fresh from Wakanda.  I brought them for you.”
You whipped around to see T’Challa sitting on the couch with your three kids, the two youngest fast asleep.  Zagreus, the only one awake, sat in dead silence at his father’s arm that had slung around his shoulder.
“T’Challa-”
“No, no my love, there will be no talking.”
“What did you do to them-”
“I placed a sleeping spell on them.  They are fine.  Now, sit.”
You did not.
“Mama,” Zagreus pleaded quietly as T’Challa brushed the 4c curls on his head, “Do as he says.  Please.” 
With a nervous air, you acquiesced to T’Challa’s demands and sat in the chair across from your family.
“Where have you been?”  He demanded.
“I...took the kids and left for New York City.”
“I see that.  But you have only been here for little more than a day.  What about the other four months?”
“I was gonna stay with my mother.  But I did not want you coming after her,” you answered, “So I reached out to Apollo and told him I wanted to take the kids on vacation.  He accommodated.”
By the way T’Challa nodded, you could tell that he was satisfied with the answer.
Apollo would live then.
“Very well,” he spoke stoically, “We should eat breakfast then.”
The five of you all sat around the table, eating pancakes and bacon in uncomfortable silence.
Melinoë, even if she was the little bringer of nightmares and madness, chatted with her father in an obliviously happy manner while you fed Plutus some baby food.
You would be forever grateful to yourself for not letting her see the problems between her parents.
“And we got to see Times Square too,” Melinoë chirped.
“Really?”  T’Challa asked, enthusiastically giving his prized baby girl all of his attention, “Well you shall just have to show baba sometime, yes?”
Melinoë enthusiastically nodded and an aching feeling erupted through your heart.
You felt so guilty, taking your own kids out of a reality they had always known and smashing their happy life.  And all because of issues you had with their father.
It wasn’t the fact that they were in any immortal danger with their father, for even if he was a philandering bastard, you never doubted that he loved them.  
No.  You were just mad at him and you taken it out on the whole family.
“I would love to see the rest of New York,” T’Challa replied, “But I have some business to finish in Wakanda first.”
“Are we even gonna go home baba?” Melinoë asked hopefully.
“Yes.”
“No”
T’Challa and you stared intensely at one another, almost as if seeing who would break first and amend their answer to your daughter’s inquiry.
“Forgive mama, Melly,” he said, a threatening glint in his eye, “She just misspoke.”
You breathed heavily as T’Challa returned back to eating.  You knew better than to argue with him.
You breathed nervously as you once again entered Wakanda, the Dark Palace of Judgement.  You were even more nervous then when T’Challa had brought you here after the wedding.
“Glad to see y’all back,” Erik greeted as you entered the main foyer, swinging his spear as usual.
“Uncle Erik!”  Melinoë shouted happily, breaking away from you and running into the arms of T’Challa’s cousin, “I missed you!”
“I missed you too, little nightmare.”
The God of War always did come up with the best nicknames.
“Erik, can you take the kids into the kitchen to get some proper food.  I’d like to have a chat with my wife.”
Erik nodded and left with Plutus and Melinoë in tow and Zagreus briefly turned to you.
“I love you mama,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” you replied pulling him into a hug.
Why was he hugging you so tightly?
Before T’Challa preceded to even take a step, Zagreus grabbed his arm in a tight grip.
“Hurt her and I will kill you,” he threatened, his eyes shining with a glowing amber.
T’Challa stared into his eyes, and quiet pride bloomed in his chest.  His son, even if he would be facing an opponent ten times more powerful than him, was ready to fight for his mother.  Even if it meant he would lose...
You shall make a fine king one day, he thought.
Zagreus let T’Calla go and then walked off, following his “Uncle” and baby siblings.
Even his walk was just like his daddy’s.
“Come,” T’Challa said, regarding you, “We need to talk.”
It’s Now or Never.
Quietly, you followed the ruled of the Underworld into his main study.
After everything, you still refused to give up your pride.
You were the only on at fault in this situation.
“If you’re expecting an apology-” you started.
“(Y/N), please,” T’Challa replied, “I am not mad at you.”  
You gave a puzzled look as your husband opened up a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass.
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“You are not?”
“No,” T’Challa confirmed with surprisingly peaceful nod of his head, “In fact, I am glad it happened.”
Okay.  Now you were befuddled. 
“What?  T’Challa, are you feeling alright?”
“Yes.  I am fine, my love.  Why?”  He replied, sitting down at his desk and cross his feet on his desk.
“I literally just left you and took your kids.  And yet...you’re sitting here drinking Chardonnay like nothing is wrong.”
“I am not upset with you because I am mad at you.  I am upset with myself because I have never appreciated you.”
“What?”
“When I found out you were in New York, I was ready to wage war on everyone there.  I was planning to have Erik suit up the army and destroy the human in a flurry of rage, madness, pain and decay.”
You listened as he continued.
“But then,” he sighed, “Mother spoke to me.  She said that if I loved you, I had to prove it.  And I realized, in all of the centuries we have been married, I have never truly appreciated you.”
A tear dripped down your eyes as you sat down, and T’Challa came over and knelt in front of you.
“(Y/N), Goddess of the Springtime, daughter of Demeter, and love of my life.  I am sorry.  I am sorry for lying to you, for cheating on you.  I want to make things right between us.  If you still want a divorce, I understand.  I will call a meeting with Hera in the morning and we will settle it.  You can even take the kids.”
Your tears developed into full on crying.
“I’ve been waiting over three millennium to hear you say that,” you cried.
T’Challa smiled softly, wiping the tears from your dark cheeks.
“I do not want a divorce,” you said seriously, “But don’t think that just because you apologize that I forgive you.”
“I understand.  So...I cannot do this then?”
He then pulled you into a deep kiss, only gently ending it when you were just getting into it, and biting your lips slightly to punctuate its ending.
Sexy bastard.
“No,” you moaned, trying to ignore the hot feeling between your legs as he moved to kiss your neck, “We cannot make this up sex.”
“(Y/N).  You just got home,  Let us not make this just sex.  Let us make love.”
You sighed softly as he went back to your neck.
“Fine,” you moaned, wrapping your thick legs around him, “But we are calling Hera in the morning for couples’ therapy.”
Over the next few years, the relationship between you and T’Challa had almost completely repaired itself.  Yes, there were those times when you did not trust who was texting on his phone.  But those days when he was int eh shower and asked you to check it for him made up for that.  Yes, there were those days when men would stare at you and wish you were theirs. But T’Challa knew that you were his.
Even more?  He knew that for once, he actually deserved you.
You never thought you would say this, but were glad the two of you were able to fix it.
Thank the gods you didn’t go through with the divorce.
Author’s Note:  Aaaaaand that is all folks!  Hope y’all liked it.  Just a little brainchild I made up in my head.  Comment to let me know what you think.
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Summer Training Camp Arc/ Rescue Bakugo/ The End of All Might
Episode 39: Game Start
•the fact that Denki and Mineta physically went to Mido’s house to invite him to the pool is actually kinda cute. Too bad they have creepy intentions
•Momo:”Aw I was supposed to spend several weeks traveling Venice with my parents”
Uraraka: “WHAT is YoUr LiFE??” I feel you girl
•Mineta/Denki:”TheRe’S BoObS At tHe End Of ThiS TuNnEL”
Iida-Absolute Unit-Tenya:”HELLO FELLOW CLASSMATES”
•Iida is built like a fucking TANK what the heck but why the fuck are you walking like that Iida lmao
•Iida talking about how far he and Izuku have come as friends, I’m soft
•Kiri refusing to come without Bakubabe convincing Bakugo to join then looking so defeated when he immediately starts picking a fight I can’t with these two
•”friendly competition between classmates” cuts to Bakugou looking possessed before saying “I’m going to annihilate you Deku/ Icy Hot Bastard” bruh do you have an off switch or at least take it down like 20 notches you’re exhausting
•”YOU DIDNT EVEN TOUCH THE WATER”
“ITS CALLED FREE STYLE SWIMMING”
•Lmao the whole class is cheating
•I love how it just cut to a dramatic montage of TodoDeku moments while Sho can’t take his eyes off Mido WHY THEY ALL SO INTENSE FOR YOURE 15 HANGING OUT AT A POOL DURING THE SUMMER WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALWAYS ON
•Mido/Todo/Iida all just staring at each other intensely having their own inner montages. Literally anybody watching them “...are they okay?”
•Aizawa you party pooper
•I’m sorry but Kirishima is so in love and no one can tell me other wise no I do not take constructive criticism
•Okay that end montage is so fucking pure I’m. So. Soft
Episode 40: Wild, Wild Pussycats
•Kirishima “can’t keep my hands to myself/off Bakugo Katsuki” Eijirou
•Class 1B to anybody they meet: “we’re sorry about Monoma”
•Aizawa loves his class can’t you tell
•”Long time no see” Aizawa’s a cutie
•Lmao KOTA the first of Mido’s adopted kids
•These poor fucking kids can’t catch a fucking BREAK
•Koda tried and I love him
•Kiri’s heart eyes are so LOUD
•I love when they all work together
•”YOURE IN MY WAY ICY HOT”
“Then pick another route” Todoroki doesn’t have time for your tantrums Kacchan
•These poor kids
•Kota went for the KO
•”YOU FIEND OF A CHILD. GEEZ KID HOW OLD ARE YOU”
•”Brats got spunk”
“He’s like a mini version of you “
He’s right and should say it
•Mineta needs a muzzle
•The boys are all like we’re just as curious to see the girls but Mineta needs to calm down 300%
•Kota to the rescue!
•IIDA GOT A FACEFUL OF MiNETA ASS HE DIDNT DESERVE THAT AGSFJSHHSJXG
•Mina almost killed a child with her boobs I’m dead and so is Kota
•I’m sorry but it’s both funny and weird that Midoriya is just naked while being told this child’s tragic backstory
•Aizawa you are actively trying to kill your students aren’t you just admit it
Episode 41: Kota
•Testutestu is such a good boy
•Good training idea according to UA Teachers: Break yourselves or else you’re weak. Just fucking die then you can be heroes
•Tiger is amazing “I’m here to beat you guys to a pulp”
“I have some questions about him...” ME TOO RANDOM CLASS 1B STUDENT BUT I LOVE HIM
•Iida tries so hard
•Momo explains how her quirk works: smart and precise description
Sero Fucking Hanta: “like how poop works” BRUH
•This kid is literally just a mini Kacchan
•I’m sorry but Mido why would you ask a small child who you’re trying to befriend about their murdered parents like what part in your mind made you think that was a good idea
•Mina And Bakugo sleep the same way, starfish style, I love them. But who the FUCK is sleeping under a bunch of pillows off their mattress on the straight floor with their butt in the air (I bet money it’s Kaminari)
•everyone complaining about training in the dark:
Tokoyami: ”Revelry in the Dark”
•Kirishima’s too tired to deal with his angry boyfriend
•Todoroki trying to help Midoriya with Kota “be careful what you say, you can be really annoying” he’s trying
•Tokoyami constantly whispering “Revelry in the Dark” to himself is the FUNNIEST thing to me I love you, you emo punk
•It Dabi Time
Episode 42: My Hero
•these poor fucking kids I swear
•”we want our treat Mr. Aizawa”
“Do you want me to tighten your bindings?”
Oooh Kinky Bad Aizawa akshdhbekal
•MONOMA SHUT UP
•Spinner is a long lost Ninja Turtle Brother change my mind
•”DIDNT ANYBODY TELL YOU ITS NOT A HEROES JOB TO BE HAPPY” clearly
•I respect Testutestu so much
•This muscley villain is Bakugo’s real dad and nobody can tell me other wise
•Okay that fucking Bondage villain is genuinely terrifying
•KOTA BABY STAY BACK P L E A S E
•it’s been X amount of days since breaking my bones- erases whatever number was there and puts a fat zero MIDORIYA YOU WERE DOING SO WELL but for this we will make an exception I guess
•oh my fucKING GOD KOTA JUST R U N
•Mido really thought he was gonna die holy FUCK
•”One For All One Million Percent” MIDORIYA YOU CANT EVEN HANDLE 5% BABY BOY WHAT IS YOU DOIN
Episode 43: Drive It Home, Iron Fist
•Shiggy thinking in Video Games format is honestly so on brand
•Mido is FUCKED UP right now poor boy
•”We’re in big trouble” YEAH NO SHIT ERASURE
•BAMF Aizawa is my reason for living
•Okay I forgot how much I love Twice
•Aizawa seeing Izuku’s broken bones: ”AGAIN???”
•Kota’s precious and I LOVE DADZAWA
•KIRI’S SO UPSET THAT THAT THE VILLAINS ARE HERE FOR BAKUGO IM SOBBING
•”Teachers changing their minds about fighting, why do I feel like this is Deku’s fault” BAKUGO SHUT UP YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT RIGHT NOW YOU DICKHEAD
•TESTUTESTU IS SUCH A GOOD BOY
•DUDE BROUGHT A FUCKING GUN TO A CAMP I FORGOT ABOUT THAT HOLY SHIIIITTT
•CLASS 1B MVPS KENDO AND TESTU MOTHERFUCKING TESTU
•Midoriyas doing a Naruto run because his arms are fucking broken I’m crying
•Tokoyami, Dark Shadow And Shouji IM READY
Episode 44: Roaring Upheaval
•Tokoyami tries so hard to be good I love him
•WE! DESERVE! SO! MUCH! MORE! SHOUJI!
•Yami is so emo And is just such a Good Boi AH
•Scared Bakugo is Baby
•Honestly they’re all Baby
•Toga:”I love messed up bleeding people”
Mido: shows up completely broken
Toga:”Mr. Stainy who? I want that one”
•Aoyama would be the kid who gets caught in hide and seek because they think they have a great spot and can’t be seen and try to peek them convince themselves still nobody saw them in plain sight
•Awase was fully prepared to die protecting Momo I’m CRYING he’s my new favorite
•Battle Plan Mastermind Mido is amazing
•Also poor unconscious kid just being dragged behind Uraraka haha
Episode 45: Shat A Twist!
•Kiri: “I cant let them take my boyfriend” poor boy just wants to help so bad
•Whelp nobody is safe
•LMAO Aizawa just stomping on Fake Dabi has me dying
•Shouto how long has it been since you last saw your brother...?
•Shouji SMACK A BITCH Mezo
•I LOVE SHOUJI
•Compress you freak get those kids out of your mouth ya nasty
•AOYAMA YES
•Dabi stop being a dick to your little brother I���m gonna tell Rei
•Kirishima is so upset AND IM UPSET MY BABIES
•These kids just wanted a fun week at camp LEAVE THEM ALONE THEYRE 15
•...Mic...is the traitor...
•I love how everybody hates All Might’s ringtone lmao
•All Might’s like only Us teachers are allowed to beat our kids to a pulp in order to better them as heroes y’all are just mean
•I know Mitsuki has just a bad a temper as her son but how do you think she reacted finding out her child was the kidnap victim of a villain attack? No matter what you think of her as a parent, that’s still her kid and she must have been devastated. But just like Katsuki she would never admit it to his face
•Precious Boy Denki And Class 1A coming to visit their hurt friends I love this class so much
•”I brought a present! I mean it’s from everyone. It’s a melon!” Okay that was pretty cute
•Kirishima being like “why is everyone crying we’re going to go get him let’s go gays time to get our Gremlin back”
•Kiri:”he’s still within your reach Midoriya!”
Mido:”...my arms are BUSTED my dude nothing is in my reach right now I’m still gonna come tho”
Episode 46: From Iida to Midoriya
•Kirishima is THE Best Boi I love him so fucking much I would die for him
•Iida’s trying his best not to blow a gasket
•”Hysterical Strength” yeah sounds like Deku
•”Go home and take it easy” lmao have you met this kid?
•Kota is so freaking sweet
•Izuku. Go see your mother
•Iida’s got some good points. I’m including that punch to Midoriya
•Bakugo must be so tired of being tied up and restrained you know he doesn’t have bondage kink later on in life just hits too close to trauma
•Kiri’s constant state of mind: WWBD (WHAT Would Bakugo Do)
•Mido: Stealth Mode=Wakanda Forever
•Iida has the best costume this is not up for debate. I also always forget he has an undercut, we Stan an icon
•”So the rich girl just wants to go shopping” I’m crying
•Clean Shaven/Neat Hair Aizawa? Hell to the fucking Yes Please
•I’m genuinely proud of Bakugo and the fact that he knows that he’s intense and scares a lot of people/ how he comes across is aggressive and almost villain like, he adamantly doesn’t want to be a villain even if everyone just assumes he would be. He wants to be a hero. Whatever it takes
Episode 47: All For One
•Rightful shoutout to Kendo and Testu
•”We are offering mental health counseling to every single student but right now we do not see signs of any serious psychological trauma” Nezu I’m sorry but those kids are officially fucked up for life you can’t be serious
•”what if they’re brainwashing young Bakugo right now towards the path of villainy” leave Bakugo ALONE
•Aizawa is like you come for my angry son I come for your throat try me again bitch
•FERAL GREMLIN BOY FIGHT OR FIGHT MODE ACTIVATED Bakugo has no flight mode only fight
•Mido: Incoherent mumbling
Momo:“this is peak Midoriya” I love how they’re just used to him now
•the boys are just like you’re not touching our friend you drunk creeps
•Kirishima came PREPARED to get his boy back I love him
•Bakugo just take the help you prideful little shit
•Okay Edgeshot is great where has he been all this time
•Annndddd it all went to shit so fast
•oh my god Best Jeanist is fuckin dead
Episode 48: Symbol of Peace
•”You won’t escape Shigaraki” umm so how’d that work out for ya All Might?
•Kamui Woods “IM SO SORRY” poor boy
•Talking to Best Jeanist:”consider me...pressed” All For One got jokes huh
•...yeah no BJ REALLY Fuckin Ded
•These kids are so fucking traumatized
•A WILD BAKUGOU APPEARS
•Twice has big Deadpool energy tbh
•Lmao Iida has had enough
•Mom and Dad of group award goes to Iida and Momo
•All For One: asks Kurogiri to help warp the League
Also All For One: Stabs him while doing it
•”I don’t think so. Because... I Am Here!” All For One really said Fuck All Might
•All these kids think in Video Game Lmao
•I know there’s a lot of commotion happening but I definitely feel like the villains would be able to hear them talking
•Midoriya went to Kirishima like time to get your asshole boyfriend back you lovesick fool
•”YOU IDIOTS” you’re smiling because your friends are here you jerk
•Everyone’s so intense then Kiri-fucking-shima is there smiling like an idiot because BAKUGO’S BACK
•ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT
•...I always forget Shiggy’s familial lineage and it’ makes me sad every time
•I love this episode so MUCH
Episode 49: One For All
•YOUNG MIGHT
•Nana Shimura looks just like Momo...Todoroki Secret Lovechild Theories Intensifies
•”YOU GUYS DIDN’T RESCUE ME YOU WERE MY BEST ESCAPE ROUTE”
“You’re welcome!”
Oh Bakugo just say thank you
•...soooo many people died in Camino Ward, man...
•Aizawa looks so young
•ALL THE KIDS WATCHING THEIR TEACHER AND HERO GET BEATEN TO A PULP HORRIFYINGLY IM SO UPSET
•All For One really just pulled an “I am your father” move but with Shiggy and Nana that’s messed up
•THE PEOPLE RALLYING BEHIND ALL MIGHT IM SOBBING YALL
•NOW IS NOT THE TIME ENDEAVOR
•THERE WE GO THATS BETTER
•Everyone loves All Might I’m so soft
•I’m genuinely crying guys
•...can everyone hear All For One talking about Midoriya oorrrrr???
•All Might you’re pulling a Deku pleaSE STOP
•United States of Smash I cant
•Kirishima really tried holding Bakugo’s hand YALL
•...Bakugo knows
•I love this episode too I’m so upset
Episode 50: End of the Beginning, Beginning of the End
•Gran Torino explaining why they didn’t know about Shimura’s family/Shigaraki is. Sad
•Bakugo is traumatized someone please help him
•Endeavor and Bakugo are the same person and I hate it
•Midoriya and All Might running to each other on the beach is big Marty and Alex from Madagascar energy I’m cackling
•PROUD DADMIGHT MAKES ME SOFT YOU’RE BOTH CRYING AND I AM S O F T
• PARENT TIME YES
•Jirou’s parents are so cool, Kyoka’s so cool THE JIROUS ARE SO COOL
•Oh my god the Bakugos are so CHAOTIC
•It all makes so much sense why he is the way he is and it’s all. Too much. Poor Katsuki
•He’s so. Tired. You can tell. I just want to give him a hug
•”Be CoOl MoM” Izu you’re just as tense and you’ve been with All Might for literally HOW LONG???
•Mama Midoriya is. Right. But that sucks for Izuku
•This is. So. Emotional
Last part of Season 3 is next. DORM LIFE BABY just a little less angst thank god these kids need a break
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Stuck With Cuffs
(Sorry it’s a repost) 
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Smut, oral female and male receiving, vaginal penetration, restraints!kink, stuck in an elevator, language, drinking, very slight implied child abuse at end but nothing specific at all.
Word Count: 3600
A/N: This one was a two for one deal. Written for Amber’s @huntingandwritingthings SPN Cluedo Writing Challenge, which I chose elevator with cuffs, and written for Kris’ @kdfrqqg First Writing Challenge. My prompt was “You can’t talk me out of this.” Again, still new at smut so please be kind and if you have suggestions for my writing, let me know. Congrats on your followers’ girls. No beta so mistakes are mine and feedback always wanted and appreciated.
Summary: You get trapped in an elevator with none other than Dean Winchester. Y’all are not only stuck, but supernaturally stuck by a ghost haunting the hotel. This elevator ride gets hot in more ways than one.
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You arrived in Florida in your ’69 Camaro late last and checked in to the Rosen Shingle Creek Hotel. It was around 3 am so you figured you get some shut eye before you started the job considering you drove all the way from Kansas.
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This particular hotel wasn’t the usual run down, cheap, sleazy motels that you would usual stay at, it was a five-star hotel and much to your dismay was expensive as hell making out on of your fake credit cards. However, you had no other choice, but to stay here as this was the place being haunted by a ghost tormenting, if not flat out killing, the guests.
You figured a little trip to the sunshine state would be nice. Catch a quick salt ‘n’ burn and maybe lay on the beach and get a tan. What you weren’t expecting was the killer humidity. It was hotter than hell here, like literally, because you had been to hell.
Any who, you woke up the next morning and got dressed in your usual black leather hunting attire (blood was easier to clean off leather than out of cloth) and grabbed your gear and headed out the door. This ghost seemed to be hitting guests all over the hotel so you figured you hit the top floor first and make your way down.
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Once you finally got onto the elevator, you were shocked to find it empty. In a huge fancy hotel like this you figured the elevator would be crawling with people, but you figured they were staying out of the potential death box. You however still got on.
You were alone for a few floors until the elevator dinged signaling someone was about to get on. Once the doors opened a very hot guy stood before you. He was easily over 6 foot as he towered your 5’3 self, 5’4 if you counted the inch your boots gave you. He had short brown spiked hair, and the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen. He was built, but not too built like he was trying too hard. This man was fucking perfection wrapped up in a bow.
He noticed you staring and gave you a knowing smirk and winked at you. You rolled your eyes, figures he would be a womanizer. You knew the type all too well. Those were the type of men you scouted out in bars for a fuck and dump after a bad hunt.
He got on without a word and seemed to be headed where you were. The elevator went up a bit more and then suddenly stopped and the power went out in the elevator causing the emergency lights to come on. You reached out for the railing stumbling and falling into the stranger’s arms. He held you steady till you came to a complete stop when you pulled away from his grasp. Immediately you both took out your phones and noticed there was no signal and your heart started to race a bit.
You hit the call button, but mothing happened. No ringing, no noise, no nothing. You look over at the stranger and he can see the mild panic in your eyes.
“Let’s try to pry the doors open, ok?” he said trying to distract you and come up with something to help get out of the quickly heating box.
You nodded and you both put your hands on opposite doors and pulled. You weren’t weak by any means and you could assume the same about him, but the doors wouldn’t budge. You both let go of your grips and panted a bit feeling the heat starting to get to you. It was mid-summer in the Sunshine State after all.
“The escape hatch?” you questioned as you pointed to the ceiling. He nodded and lifted you to his shoulders only to find that was sealed shut too.
You sighed and tapped him on the shoulder to have him put you down.
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“Alright well we should pool our resources and see what we have that could help us get out of here,” the stranger said.
“Uhhh…. okay,” you said nervously. “Just uh …. just don’t be freaked out with what I have in my pockets.”
“As long as you don’t get freaked out, sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname as you both started emptying your pockets. You pulled out you 9mm pistol, your throwing knives, two flasks, and your phone, that was also your wallet, and your keys.
Dean pulled out his ivory grip colt, a flask, a strange knife with etchings on the blade, handcuffs, his keys and wallet, and what looked to be a small container of salt.
Suddenly the etchings on the knife looked familiar. This was the demon knife made by the Kurds. You had been hunting down this knife for ages and your last lead was that a demon named Ruby had it, but was now dead. That’s when the realization hit you, he was a hunter and you had a surprised look on your face that the stranger mistook for freaking out.
“Hey sweetheart, I thought we agreed no freaking out? I promise you I’m not some psycho killer. Your perfectly safe.”
“For starters, that’s exactly what a psycho killer would say, so that’s not convincing. And I’m not freaked out, I’m just shocked. You’re a hunter?”
“Uhh…. Yeah, have been my whole life. Considering your little inventory there, I’m guessing you are too.”
“Yeah since I was about 10. The name’s Y/N. And you are?” you said as you reached out your hand for him to shake.
“Dean. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“Wait, Dean, as in, Dean Winchester?”
“Uhhhh…. yeah. So, I’m guessing you have heard of me and my brother then?”
“Well, you don’t almost end and simultaneously save the world a few times without being known. Not to mention you have died like 100 times, so Winchester in the hunter world is like the Beatles in the classic rock world. Everybody knows about them. I just didn’t think you’d be so …… good looking. Most hunters I’ve come across are either nasty old geezers or trying too hard to flaunt what they don’t have.”
“One, sorry about the whole world thing. That was our bad. Two, thank you. You are not too bad yourself, sweetheart. I would even say you are gorgeous.”
Those words shocked you. You had been expecting sexy or hot, you know the words men use to objectify you, but gorgeous? That made you blush. Maybe Dean was different from the others. Maybe he was different from all the stories you had heard about him.
“Thanks. Is it me or is it starting to feel like a roaster oven in here?”
“Normally, I would spout some joke about having that effect on the ladies, but you’re right. I feel like a fucking baked potato in here,” he said as he shrugged off his flannel at the same time you shrugged off you leather jacket.
“Gotta say, love the digs. That’s a lot of leather though,” he chuckled as you both took a seat on the ground.
“Yeah, black is easier to keep clean and it’s easier to wash blood off leather than out of cloth.”
“That actually makes a lot of sense.  I have a question for ya?”
“Shoot.”
“Why two flasks? I mean I get the one but two?”
“Well, this one,” you said picking up your skull flask that read ‘pick your poison’. “this one holds my whiskey that I need on occasion,” you said as you unscrewed the top and took a swig. “And this one,” you grabbed you batman flask. “This was my little brothers before a demon got him, so I use it to carry holy water cause you never know when it might come in handy.”
Dean gave you a sad smile knowing what it feels like losing a younger sibling, despite his always coming back to him. “Sorry, about your brother.”
“Yeah, me too. He was a good kid. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and a demon possessed him and a hunter killed him. It is what it is,” you said as you took another swig of whiskey and removed your boots and your shirt, leaving you in your leather pants and black lace bralette. Dean didn’t fail to notice this.
“Uhh … you mind if I take a swig of that?” he asked gesturing to your flask.
“Don’t mind at all. Looks like we are going to be here awhile. Stupid ghost and their supernatural powers to seal you in a fucking toaster oven,” you said or more liked screamed that last part as you handed Dean your flask and he took a swig.
“Uhhh…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything but do you mind if I take my shirt off. I’m fucking dying in here,” Dean asked.
“It’s fine. Go ahead. I’m pretty much down to the bear minimum myself so yeah.” With that he took off his shirt and damn this man was fine. What was the word he used for you? Gorgeous. He was fucking gorgeous. “Shit,” you mumbled under breath. Unfortunately, he heard you.
“What? Is something wrong?” he asked.
“No, it’s just …. it’s just we’re gonna be trapped in here awhile…”
“Yeah….”
“We have nothing to do and we are basically half naked…”
“Yeah….”
“Really Winchester? Do I have to spell it out for you?”
“No, I just want to hear you say it.”
“Fine,” you said as you started crawling closer to the beautiful man in front of you. “Wanna have sex, screw, bone, fuck, however you what to say it?” you purr in his ear as you sit on his lap.
“You bet your fine ass I do,” he said as he grabbed the back of your head and smashed his lips into yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hair at the nip of it. He deepened the kiss sliding his tongue to invade your mouth.
You felt his cock twitch under you so you gave your hips a little roll and got off his lap. You unbuckled his belt and went to remove his pants. As you went to wrap your lips around his glorious member, he stopped you.
“You can’t talk me out of this. Elevator sex has been something I’ve been dying to try and this is the perfect opportunity,” you said.
“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart, but you’ll have to leave the oral part to me because with you, this heat, and this whole situation, I’ll never last if you suck me off,” he declared as he grabbed you and laid you on your back. He went to remove your pants only to get frustrated at all the buttons making you chuckle.
“Need some help. I know they can be a little difficult.”
“No, I got it,” he said as he popped the last button and tore your pants off. He groaned at the sight of your black lace panties that matched your bralette all too well and started to kiss up your thigh as he rubbed your core through the lace.
The sensation of his lips on your hot skin and the fabric creating friction it was enough to make you moan and arch you back.
Dean smiled and kissed your core through the lace and you could feel him smile as the moan you released.
In another moment, he sat up and quickly slid your panties down and off your legs. He sank his face down to your cunt and wrapped his arms around your thighs and dug in. He licked a long strip through you folds causing you to arch your back. He licked through your folds a few more times before he took his tongue and stuck it in your hole.
The man was a god with his tongue. As he tongue fucked you, you ran your fingers through his hair causing him to emit a groan.
“Fuck, Dean. I’m close.”
Dean nodded and licked through your folds again and then his mouth came to your clit and started to suck on it. After a minute, he went back to using in tongue and had you teetering on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum. Shit, Dean, I’m gonna cum,” you said as you closed your eyes and tugged at his hair and arched your back.
“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me. I wanna taste you on my lips.”
With that you were pushed over the edge and you came on Dean’s face and he lapped up all the juices you had to offer. He groaned into your pussy with satisfaction as he came up to look at you with his lips and chin all glossy from your juices.
“Fuck sweetheart, you look beautiful when you cum,” he said making you blush.
He wiped the glossiness away with the back of his hand and started to climb up your body. He planted his lips to yours and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. He slipped you out of your bralette and cupped your breast.
“Shit,” he said all the sudden.
“What?” you whimpered still coming down from your orgasm.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Have you been tested? Any diseases I should be concerned about?”
“Uhhh Yes, I’ve been tested. I do so every few months and no. No diseases as of last month.”
“Okay, good. I’m on the pill so we are good. Fuck me already.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice, but first I need you to put these on. Well on one wrist anyway,” he said as he picked up the handcuffs and handed them to you.
“Kinky. I like it,” you replied as you took the and cuffed one wrist and Dean took the other cuffing your hands behind your back.
At this point, you are both standing and he bends you over on the rail holding on to your cuffed hands as he inserts himself into you.
“Damn sweetheart, you’re so tight. I don’t know if I’ll be able to last,” he said as he started plowing himself into you.
“I’m not that tight, you’re just huge,” you replied through moans as Dean rocked your body in the right way.
However, this position was pulling you to the edge like you craved, like you needed.
“Fuck Dean, this position isn’t working for me. Lay on the ground,” you ordered and he happily obliged.
You placed your feet on either side of Dean’s legs as he helped you lower yourself onto his girth. He was so thick it felt amazing and you threw your head back in pleasure. You started to move yourself up and down on his cock and managed to hit spots that no one had ever hit before. Spots that sent you into a frenzy of pleasure you had never experienced before in your numerous sexual encounters.
“Fuuucccckkkkk, DDDDean,” you screamed grabbing your ass cheeks spreading them apart,
“Fuck sweetheart you look so good bouncing on my cock,” he said as he reached up cupping both your breasts.
“D-dean,” you said starting to feel the intense pleasure making you a little weaker. Dean noticed this and sat up and slipped his arms under yours to keep you close. He was more than willing to take over the thrusting but you kept going so he let you keep the control while he supported you.
“Dean, pl-please tell me you’re close. I’m about to come.”
“I’m right behind you sweetheart, you can let go. Go ahead and come,” he said as he took his finger and wiped away some of the hair sticking to your face.
With those words, your walls clenched around his length eliciting a groan to fall from his lips. He followed right behind you filling you with his seed. Your vision went black as you succumbed to the pure bliss that engulfed you. When your vision came back you felt Dean’s arms around you, supporting you and his green orbs looking into your e/c ones making sure you were ok.
When he noticed you were coming back to reality he reached behind you and uncuffed your wrists. You held onto his shoulders as he leaned the both of you back onto the ground. You laid your head on his chest and started tracing patterns with his finger on your back.
Dean Winchester was definitely different from all the other guys you had fucked in the past. In fact, he was different from how everybody said he was, even different from how he carried himself. With other guys, all they wanted was a good lay. They’d fuck you, use you, then throw you away. They’d cum in or on you and let you fall back as they left. Which you didn’t mind initially because that’s what you wanted, but the thing is. The bed gets cold when you’re always alone. You get lonely when they walk out the door.
Dean proved to be more than those assholes. He could get kinky and fuck you to next Sunday, but at the same time hold a gentleness towards you and almost take care of you in a way. He made sure you were comfortable, made sure you didn’t fall, held you till you were ready to come back down to Earth. Nobody had ever treated you with such kindness and you didn’t think you could go back. You didn’t want to.
Before you had a chance to say anything the elevator roared back to life and you both quickly scrambled up to get dressed before anyone could see you butt ass naked. You both were able to put your underwear and pants back on but were quickly running out of time. You quickly scrapped up Dean’s flannel and covered up in time as the doors opened. Dean was still in the middle of putting his shirt on.
On the other side of the door was a stunned looking Sam or so you guessed.
“Uh... Dean? Do I even want to know what went on in here?” Sam asked.
“We were trapped in there for three fucking hours, Sammy. We had to do something to pass the time and get our minds off the scouldering heat,” Dean said as he handed you your shirt and jacket.
“Wait where’s my bralette?” you asked.
Dean looked in the elevator and saw it hanging off the call button. He grabbed it, smirked, and handed it to you.
“Well, you must be Sam. I’m Y/n, also a hunter and I’d shake your hand, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to show you and the entire lobby my boobs so yeah. Thanks for getting us out of there,” you said.
“Uh you’re welcome and nice to meet you too,” Sam declared.
“So, Sammy to you get whatever it was that was haunting this place?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, ganked the ghost. That’s uh actually what trapped you in there,” Sam answered.
“That makes sense. We should head back Kanas to check on Cas,” Dean said.
“Wait, y’all live in Kansas?” you asked. They nodded. “No way, so do I. Where?”
“Lebanon,” Sam answered.
“No shit. I live or I guess squat like an hour away from there,” you retorted.
“You don’t have a place to live?” Dean asked.
“Not really. Not for the last year anyway,” you answered.
“Well then come stay with us. We could always use another hunter and I could use the extra cardio,” he said sending you a wink.
“Stop with the fake playboy act would ya. You don’t have to play that in front of me. I’d actually prefer you didn’t. Before you ask, with what just happened in there. I’ve never been treated so…. So gently or kind I guess is how I would put it. Don’t pretend to be one of those assholes when this is much more preferable,” you said. “And I’d love to come with you.”
Dean didn’t respond to your comment just nodded.
“Need a lift you’ll have the whole backseat to yourself,” Sam said.
“And leave my precious Princess behind? Hell, no. I’ll follow,” you said.
“You too? You named your car too? What is it with you people?” Sam asked.
“Let me guess that sweet as ’69 Camaro I saw parked out front is ‘Princess’?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You bet your ass and I restored her all myself so she definitely doesn’t get left behind,” you said with a smile.
“Next, your gonna say you love bacon cheeseburgers,” Sam said.
“Uhhh duh. Who doesn’t?” you answered.
“It’s like you were made for each other,” Sam said pointing to the two of you.
“Maybe…” Dean said.
“Well, we better get going,” you said as you gripped the overly large flannel and the rest of your things and ran to your car.
Little did you know that this was just the beginning. That Dean would turn out to be the love of your life. That he would be the one to break you away from your darkness and daddy issues that were all so different from his. This was the man you would love for the rest of your life. Little did you know that five short years later you would be married and expecting first child together. A daughter. A daughter you knew Dean would treat so much better than your father did you. A daughter that Dean would dote over and be the cutest sight in the world.
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Someone wrote an essay on ao3 about the topic at hand w/ the controversial laurent/incest,csa abuse being sexualized in fanfic and ,,,bitch
Many fictions are like this. In the essay on ao3 (I don’t wanna link it bc *air horn*) it references Oedipus as having incestual relations. Great, you’re right. What else happens in oedipus though? Well first of all nothing is explicit, second of all, he umm?? What was that?? Oh yeah LITERALLY GOUGES OUT HIS EYES WITH CAPE PINS and Jokasta kills her self jendisnskdnl so this person’s point????
Fiction can contain dark material. Umm yeah?? Duh???????? Did we not all in this fandom read Capri trilogy?????? Of course we’re okay w that. In Capri thought how is csa and incest displayed though??? NOT SEXUALIZED AND IS DISCUSSED AS WRONG. So yeah dark fiction can contain controversial discussions, but many of those movies and books often go on the side of: ”look at this serial killer!! So interesting and wrong!! But fascinating!!” Or even “there is child abuse, rape, it’s explicit, but I as an author am describing it in a way that’s detailed it as disgusting.
Because u wanna kno something?? Any big name controversial book or movie that has dark tones but is still praised???? It’s praised bc it DOESNT promote the activities, its AGAINST them. And any person who doesn’t realize this (such as a guy who has Fight Club as his fave movie, bc he misses the point that it’s about toxic masculinity, and instead feels he is being praised for his toxic behavior) is most likely committing that behavior themselves.
So this isn’t about how “all fiction should be pure and good!!” Bc we all loved Capri, and it wasn’t by any stretch unproblematic and not controversial. But one of it’s core message was: csa & incest is bad. Rape is bad. Slavery is bad. Don’t do any of that.
So it’s not popular books and movies that are the problem we are having with the fandom. It’s the people IN the fandom. Writing the fiction!!!! It’s y’all who wanna write laurent/r*gent fic!!! You wanna sit and go “oh I’m doing this bc *air horn air horn air horn*”
Ive been in fandoms awhile and I’ve SEEN how it works. Y’all who sit and think “every fandom I’ve been in had ppl who were into this why is this fandom so sensitive” news flash we’re not!!! You just managed to find the same nasty assholes in every fandom!!!! Just bc you tell yourself that “I’m writing laurent being raped by his uncle not bc I wanna get off or anything haha simply bc I looooveeee controversial works.” You’re a fucking liar. There are plenty of protags existing that went through sexual abuse that are strong and didn’t have to explicitly depict what happened. And if there were??? It wasn’t depicted as good????
Theres no REASON to want to write laurent/regent or Laurent/auguste except for one reason: you LIKE it SEXUALLY. That’s IT!!!!!!!!! Yes I can understand the human curiosity of “well what exactly did happen??” But that’s not what fandom and sex every equate to. Fanfiction when dealing with sex is 99.99% of the time done for sexual gratification.
Literally the person referenced porn in there essay as something that depicts dark themes like rape. And that further proves my point!!!! Porn is for SEXUAL GRATIFICATION ONLY!!!!!!!!! You can sit and watch fight club or oedipus with your family but I guarantee you pipe up and go “hey Mom and Dad you wanna sit and watch this hardcore rape kink porn w/ me?” You’re gonna get looked at like ur crazy!!!!! So to say “hey ppl in fanfic can write laurent getting raped by his uncle or brother bc it’s in porn” is just the CHERRY on top of my argument. You might as well have written “laurent being raped is a form of sexual gratification for me.” Like?????? Nobody here is fucking dumb?????? I see you. I see what you’re doing.
They said like “people should be comfortable learning about their sexual interests” okay sure bitch if you wanna get consentually spanked or choked by all means explore healthy bdsm porn!! pornhub is free and teaches lessons on healthy sex ed!!!! but if ur gonna openly talk about how you’d wanna read ch*ld (rape) porn and see if it sexually satisfies you?? *slamming buttons on microwave* IM CALLING!! THE POLICE!!!!! 
It talks about the “think of the children” argument, most likely bc I said yesterday “hey there are teens here who get their hands on this book and interact with the fandom!” That wasn’t me saying “AHHH WE HAVE TO CENSOR EVERYTHING WE SAY BC BABIES ARE ON THIS SITE!!!!” I believe kids and teens reading adult (more mature I mean, not to be confused with porn, tho, I’m not gonna condemn a 15 year old for watching porn) movies & literature can be beneficial. What I meant was that I’m FANDOM SPACES there are ppl who groom 12-17 year olds w/ talk like “oh incest is fine and age is but a number!” See the difference?????
Me: hey teens out there don’t listen to these ppl who are telling you writing and reading ch*ld porn is healthy & unharmful bc they either dnt realize what they’re doing is wrong, or they are predators themselves
ya’ll demons: Oh so we can’t even say “fuck” because a kid might hear us??? *angry white woman screaming and spitting gif*
A big argument I’ve seen is “well I read it bc it’s how I deal with my trauma of being sexually abused.” Now I’ve talked about this in a recent prior post, but look.....I don’t know who told you it was a healthy coping mechanism to read sexualized (ch*ld) rape porn as a way to heal, but whoever did, yourself or another, ITS WRONG! ITS NOT HEALTHY ITS NOT COPING AND ITS NOT HEALING IM GENUINLY WORRIED ABOUT THE LOT OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS BC YOU NEED TO SEEK ACTUAL MEDICAL THERAPY AND GET HELP BC THAT KIND OF BEHAVIOR IS NOT!!!!!!! OKAY!!!!!!!
It’s not okay. People writing ch*ld porn or incest in any fandom isn’t okay because it’s sexualized. POINT BLANK BITCH!!!!!!!!! Y’all aren’t writing some great novel you’re writing porn!!! To nut off with!!!!!!!!
I don’t need to fucking cite bc I believe wholeheartedly in writing controversial ideas. Lots of ideas can be controversial from Laurent and Damen falling in love, into great fictions like Doctor Zhivago, which was illegal in Russia for a long time Bc of its themes against the regime. All kinds of controversial fictions written.
Rape fiction on an ao3 website where ppl will write explicit ch*ld porn and try to say it’s “just fiction” ?? Get fucked.
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