#the muzzle 😈

[murdrdocs]

mmmm thinkin abt mike struggling to be quiet when you’re fucking. SMUT 17+

you were watching abby that night, and as soon as mike got back from work he was on you. peppering kisses along your neck when you were around the corner just out of abby's line of sight, rubbing little circles in your thighs at the dinner table, sweetly asking you to stay longer even whenever the lights were off and abby was tucked in bed.

you knew his plea would result in the two of you in his bedroom, you slowly sinking yourself down onto him. you'd encouraged it, telling mike you'd give him wanted on one condition.

"anything," he'd said, eyes big and earnest.

"you gotta promise to be quiet." your pinkie hovered between you both, waiting for mike to interlink his. he did with a smile, as if it were something easy.

but mike couldn’t stop moaning. his sounds were cute, little gasps and whines. they were arousing. but they were entirely too loud for the low level of privacy you had within the four thin walls.

“mike, please. you gotta be quiet.” you plea through your own barely concealed moan.

he sighs, face scrunching. “i know. i’m sorry, baby. i’m trying.”

but apparently not hard enough as you’re forced to lodge your panties between his teeth, a muffler for his moans. he lets you do so, opening his mouth and even going so far as to make a show of sticking his tongue out for the blue cotton fabric. yet, his sounds still leak through, and you voice an idea as you’re bouncing on his cock, nails lightly scratching down his chest.

“still so loud, mikey. we might have to get a muzzle for nights like these. what’d you think?”

mike's groan practically echoes. he seems oblivious to his own noises, instead thinking with his dick that starts to piston up into you, mike's nails digging into your ass to provide him with leverage.

your hand slaps over his mouth, colliding with soft cotton and warm skin, and mike finally wrenches his eyes open. there's vibration against your hand, short and resembling the pattern of syllables, and you slowly peel your hand away, taking the panties with you, to hear him speak.

just a simple word, curt and quiet and whimpered.

"please."

#the muzzle 😈 #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #fnaf movie

[fizzytoo]

:D let’s work on my durge pinterest board ! *dog motif* *dog motif* *dog motif* *dog motif* *dog motif*

#*fizzyspeaks #yves got that dog in them 😈 the dog: ​muzzled mutt. bruised and beaten but faithful to a fault

[distopea]

@cantuscorvi​

ignore him, ignore him, ignore him-- "If I didn't ask for your input then keep your mouth closed." Shit.

“I’m actually not paid enough to have that qualification, Mr. Weiss. Perhaps you might want to review your work before people start to believe you need Crayola for your next meeting.” 

#; cantuscorvi #⌇the eyes of the ruthless justice ( 𝙂𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙚 | IC ) #⌇a personal muzzled mutt ( 𝙂𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙚 | bodyguard AU ) #; 😈🤠 weehoo #; bark bark bark

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Guys guys guys

what if demon dean put a muzzle on sam😳

ps check my reblog for more context😈😈😈

#demon blood addict sam my love #sam winchester #sam winchester fanart #whump #cw blood #cw noncon #(implied) #jaydraws #jaydrawstastyart #wincest #(also implied) #samdean #supernatural fanart #spn fanart #oops i forgot to sign it #asks #muzzle #bloodfreak!sam #demon!dean

[beautifulgaggedgirls]

You don't have to like a muzzle ball gag.. but that doesn't mean you don't have to wear it. You can always take it off yourself, all you have to do is escape those ties, you'll be able to remove that gag. Otherwise be patient, be very patient. eventually that gag will be removed for you.. 😈

[submenarehotties]

“ taming 𝙩𝙝𝙚 beast! „

submissive! miguel o’hara x dominant! gender neutral! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the atsv movie)

cw's +tw's: nsfw, explicit language, brat! miguel, brat tamer! reader, handjob (miguel receives), edging (miguel receives), teasing (miguel receives), miguel begging 😈, praise kink.

summary: you take your time taming miguel. giving him a nice, slow, handjob, sounds perfect.

note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.

word count: 0.2K+

thinking about the tight hole of your hand around miguel o’hara’s dick made him whine. miguel was a brat for sure. always disobeying you to get a punishment.

“you’ve yet to be a good boy for me.” you taunt.

miguel’s hips twitched, trying to thrust up into your hand, to which you forced his hips back down.

“dammit—just let me cum!” miguel whined.

“ask nicely.” you demand, giving his bare thigh a harsh spank.

“i wasn’t asking - mmgh fuck!” miguel’s snarky comment is cut off by you squeezing your hand tighter around his dick.

“i can do this all day, what about you? should i leave you here all alone? you know you can’t get off without me. my hand just so, so, much better than yours, hm?” you tease, your mouth nipping against miguel’s ear, making him shiver.

“n-no! don’t leave me! i’ll be good, i promise…” miguel pleaded, his head leaning back into your chest.

“there you go, baby. there’s my good boy.” you praise, miguel’s dick twitching in your hand at the praise.

the wet sounds of your hand fucking his dick made his face flush. deep down miguel wanted you to keep teasing him. it felt so good.

“wanna cum for you. oh please, can i cum?” miguel rasped, his hands aching to touch you all over.

there. finally, you had tamed him. of course he’d still lash out, not that you couldn’t just put him right back onto his knees for you.

miguel’s eyes flashed red, his eyes locked on your neck, his fangs poking out. he wanted to bite you. why would you give him the easy way out?

you’d just have to muzzle him.

a/n: miguel is just so hot 😮‍💨. here’s another one since you all like the other one. and in gender neutral so its more accessible to others! :)

click here for my masterlist(s).

© 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 2023. All Rights Reserved.

#thirst #gender neutral! reader #dom reader #gn! dom! reader #gn dom reader #dom! reader #gender neutral reader #dom! gn! reader #dom gn reader #sub miguel o’hara #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man 2099 #bottom! miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #sub miguel o'hara #sub! miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #bottom miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderverse imagine #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac #oscar issac smut #miguel o’hara smut #oscar issac x reader #submenarehotties

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Backseat Driver

[A/N: Don’t ask me how this turned into a nearly 7K fic, mmkay? When I finally hopped on the tumblr train I couldn’t find any Steve x reader x Danny smut so uh… I made it myself :) Sidenote: if you know of any/have suggestions, pls send ‘em my way

This is kind of a preemptive apology because I’m about to sacrifice myself to my Internal Med rotation, so who knows when I’ll be back next 🥲 Enjoy 😈]

—————

“All I’m saying is, once, just once, I would like to drive my own car, okay? That’s all.”

“Look,” Steve shrugs nonchalantly as he slips his key into the lock and eases the front door open, “I’m the better driver, so I drive. Just makes sense.”

“Are you- Are you serious right now?” Danny mutters a curse under his breath, following his partner into the dark house. “You’re not a better driver, you’re just a control fr-”

He’s cut off abruptly by a groan reverberating throughout the house, and his eyebrows knit together as he shares a look of concern with the brunette. Their playful banter ends immediately and weapons are drawn from holsters. Steve takes point up the staircase, muzzle aimed at your shared bedroom door as Danny covers his six, the two creeping upstairs in an easy rhythm from years of performing this dance.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Steve rumbles out, holstering his weapon and running his fingers through his hair while he laughs softly to himself.

“What? Is she o…kay…” Danny’s words and any semblance of rational thought scramble when he catches up with his partner.

You’re sleeping peacefully in bed, mere feet away yet blissfully unaware of the duo, your hair fanned out over the pillow in gentle waves, the sheets twisted up around your legs, clad in one of Steve’s old Navy shirts and- they assume- little else. Soft whimpers fall past your parted lips, gradually increasing in volume until they match the frantic rutting of your hips against the pillow squeezed between your legs.

“Woah, hey now,” Steve shoots his hand up to cover Danny’s line of sight and the blonde slaps at him in retaliation.

“What are you, ten? I came up here as backup, but clearly she’s fine so I can le-”

“Oh fuck, Danny,” you keen, eyes squeezed shut in apparent ecstasy.

The two men’s voices, one laced in slight mortification, the other in poorly-concealed delight, join together to whisper a singular What the fuck? You release another breathy moan before your boyfriend comes to his senses and yanks the door closed, turning on his best friend and partner with a glare. “You saw nothing. And you heard nothing.”

“Nothing to see, nothing to hear,” Danny responds with a shrug, trying and failing to hide a smirk behind twitching lips and a clearing of his throat.

“She said ‘Daddy’,” Steve insists, accusatory finger pointed at the shorter man’s chest. “Just so we’re clear.”

The blonde is all tongue-in-cheek as he shoots back, “No idea what you’re talking about, babe. I heard nothing, remember?” He bounds down the stairs toward the front door, and Steve swears he’s got an extra spring to his already normally bouncy step when he walks out of the house.

“Right,” Steve grits out into the giddy air left in Danny’s wake, mind already whirring with potential ways he’s going to make you repent for this little slip up.

__________

“Good morning, handsome,” you call over your shoulder as you stir creamer into your morning brew, dropping the spoon and squealing in delight when you’re unceremoniously spun around and deposited on the kitchen counter next to the coffee maker. Your boyfriend’s mouth latches onto your neck immediately, muttering out a half-hearted greeting between heated kisses to your skin. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and let out a whine, knocking your head back against the cabinet when he bites down on the sensitive divot between your neck and shoulder. His tongue darts out to soothe the area, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him and press your heels into his lower back, forcing his erection against your lace-covered center.

A sharp gasp punches out of you at the sheer weight of his cock pressing against you, your mind growing fuzzy as Steve cages you in with his hulking form. “Please,” you whine pathetically, tugging at the short strands of his sleep-mussed hair while he relentlessly lavishes your chest and neck with open-mouthed kisses. Then he redirects his attention to your mouth, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips before devouring you from the inside out. His tongue slips past your parted lips with ease, effortlessly dancing with and dominating yours, pulling needy whimpers from the depths of your being.

“Steve,” you gasp, pulling back to catch your breath, chest flushed and heaving while you roll your hips against his with lust-driven abandon. “This case took way too long. I need you inside of me, like, yesterday.”

He tenderly brushes his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and you hungrily lap at the digit, drawing it into your mouth and sucking greedily as your eyes flutter closed.

“God,” Steve’s laugh is dark and throaty, and you feel another rush of wetness pooling between your thighs. “You’re fucking feral for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod frantically in response, sucking on his finger with renewed vigor while tears well in your eyes out of desperation.

“Daddy’s little cumslut, hm? Want it in you and on you all the time, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, Commander,” you cry out, hoping your play on his authority kink will push him over the edge into giving you what you want. You let your nails rake over the trail of dark hair along his lower abdomen before slipping your hand into his shorts and stroking his hard length. “Just want to be a good girl for you.” Without breaking the steady rhythm of your hand working his cock, you guide his hand to the growing wet spot on your panties, pressing his fingers against where you want him, need him. “Please,” you beg again, damn near your breaking point, “please fuck me.”

Finally, mercifully, he obliges, curling two fingers around your lame excuse for underwear and tugging it aside, shoving his shorts down so that you can line the head of his cock up to your wet heat. Your ass is barely on the countertop now, your body magnetically drawn forward, desperate for connection. He pushes into you inch by inch until he bottoms out, and the sound that escapes your lips is nothing short of pornographic.

“Look at that,” he breathes out with a self-satisfied smile, “not even a single stroke and you’ve already got that dumb look on your face.”

“Feels-” You pause to lick your lips, trying to correct the sudden dryness in your mouth as your walls involuntarily squeeze around the delicious fullness, “so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Remember that.”

And then he’s pulling out and tucking himself back into his shorts, heading upstairs and leaving you high and dry on the kitchen counter, lips and legs parted in surprise.

__________

Seated at your desk at work, your fingers fly over the keyboard before you with a mind of their own, the steady clicking of your nails allowing you to zone out and replay the events of this morning for the hundredth time. You’ve already eliminated the possibility of it being a punishment, because Steve has nothing to punish you for. He’s been working a case tirelessly for nearly the past week, and you barely had time to interact with your super SEAL, let alone do something to warrant being punished. Maybe he missed you so much he wanted you all hot and bothered for mind blowing sex tonight- mission very much accomplished. Maybe he’d finally been hit in the head one too many times, and his amygdala was fucked up now.

Or maybe he was actually upset with you.

The last possibility has your lips curling into a frown. You’ve been steadily chipping away at Steve's hardened exterior and actively working on communicating. It’s become a game now, a pingpong match of Use your words, Steven, and You sound like my mother, and the reigning champion, Doris is the reason your emoting needs work.

You pull out your phone to call Steve and settle this once and for all, but a glance at the time offers a better option.

__________

“Future Mrs. McGarrett comin’ in hot!”

“Thank you for announcing my arrival,” you smile and wave at your boyfriend’s team in greeting, making a beeline for his office before the glass double doors of the Five-0 home base have even eased shut behind you.

“Somebody’s in trouble,” Chin jokes about the intensity of your pace. Danny’s gaze lingers on your passing form for longer than he’d like to admit before he responds with a simple, “Yeah.” And it’s not Steve.

“You,” you start, plucking the pen out of Steve’s large hand and tossing it into the nearby mug with its mates before daintily planting your body on the solid wooden desk, “owe me an explanation.”

He sits back in his chair, arms crossed and a provocative tilt to one eyebrow in a show of dominance, intentionally spreading his legs and arching his hips upward to draw your attention there. “For?”

You let out a wry chuckle, your arms repositioning in a reflection of his standoffish posture. “You know what for.”

He leans forward suddenly, his strong hands splaying over your thighs just below the hem of your skirt, and your breathing immediately picks up in response. He growls out, “Enlighten me,” and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Morning,” you rasp, trying and failing to hold onto the higher ground. “This morning.”

“Princess,” he tuts condescendingly, and a renewed rush of frustration floods your veins, “was that unfair?”

“Yeah, it was fucking unfair,” you huff back, fingers itching to scrape along his greying stubble and pull him in for a heated kiss. There’s a tenth circle in Hell for whoever designed this office space with glass walls.

“My poor baby,” he nuzzles his nose against yours before gingerly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m sure Danny can fix that for you.”

You sit back, eyes wide, and scrutinize his features for signs of the alien life form that’s evidently taken possession of his body. “What did you just say?”

“I said,” he stands up and tosses his jacket over one arm, offering you his free hand to help you down from the desk, “that Daddy can fix that for you.”

“I could’ve sworn-”

“C’mon, baby,” he tucks you into his side as he leads you out of the office, hiding his smirk with a kiss to your hair. “Let’s go home.”

__________

Steve more than makes up for leaving you unfulfilled that night and in the several nights that follow. You’ve convinced yourself that you must’ve misheard him in the office days ago- your friends are always telling you that you listen to your music at hearing-loss-inducing decibels. The two of you have seamlessly fallen back into your usual routine, devoid of snarky commentary and withholding of pleasure. You’ve put that episode behind you, and things are good.

Until the following Saturday.

You’re sitting in your favorite chair on the beach outside of the McGarrett household, enjoying a gloriously trashy romance novel and the peals of laughter wafting up from the water where Steve and Danny are teaching Grace how to balance on a full-size surfboard. The sight warms your heart, but when your boyfriend steps out of the surf, beads of saltwater rolling down the hard planes of his body as he glistens in the Hawaii sun, the warmth takes an abrupt detour south.

“My, my, Commander,” you simper, lowering your sunglasses and making sure he can see the way your eyes hungrily rove his physique. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Take me to dinner first,” he quips, leaning down to steal a kiss before falling into the chair beside you. “Gotta admit, Danno’s lookin’ good, too.”

You place your book down on your lap and rotate your body to face him, eyebrow cocked playfully. “Is this your way of coming out to me?”

“Nah, y’know, I’m just saying he’s a good looking guy,” Steve shrugs. “Man to man. Objectively.”

“Danny is very handsome,” you concede with a coy smile. “Objectively.”

You return your shades to their rightful position so Steve can’t track your gaze and hold your book back up in front of you, leaving a gap over the top so you can enjoy the view. Your eyes rake over the blonde’s solid build, lingering appreciatively on the curve of his ass in the tight, wet board shorts. The muscles in his arms ripple as he holds the surfboard steady for his daughter against the lapping waves, and your temperature ticks up another degree when you think about those strong arms holding you down while he-

“You ever think about him like that?”

“Danny?” Your voice rises in pitch and you resist the urge to wince, knowing that you’ve been caught red-cheeked rather than handed- and ogling his best friend, no less. “No, definitely not,” you lie through your teeth, trying to slow your erratic heart rate while calculating what size ladder you’ll need to climb out of this hole.

“Really?” Steve scrapes his nails along your scalp, a soothing pattern that lulls you into a false sense of security until the other shoe drops. “Could’ve sworn you moaned his name when you were humping my thigh like a bitch in heat last night.”

Your mouth drops open, dumbfounded, and you hurry to play damage control. “Steve, I-”

“And the night I came back from our case on Moloka’i.”

The world around you comes to a screaming halt as you put the pieces together: Steve’s uncharacteristic behavior the next morning, his overt possessiveness (even more so than usual), the offhand comment in his office. “Fuck me,” you groan softly, mistaking his comments for justified anger. “Baby, I’m sorry, it was just a dream, but-”

“Tell me about it.”

You raise your eyes to take in your boyfriend’s posture and facial expression. His body is angled toward you, leaning in, eyes bright, pupils dilated. You realize with a tinge of delight that he’s not upset- he’s excited.

You reach out timidly and trace a random pattern along his knee that’s pressed against yours. “So you’re… not mad?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, angel,” his laugh takes on a dark tone and he squeezes your hand on his knee, using it as leverage to pull you forward as his voice drops lower. “I was mad. I wanted to tie you to the bed and ravage your little body until you were a crying, screaming mess, until the only word you could remember was my name.”

An involuntary shiver runs down your spine and you lean forward even more, Grace’s presence the only thing keeping you from clambering into his inviting lap. “You can still do that,” you whisper.

His fingers brush through your hair and you let out a happy purr that morphs into a sharp gasp when he suddenly tightens his grip. “And then I thought about depriving you altogether. How frustrated and desperate you would get, on your knees with tears in your eyes, begging for my cock like the little slut you are.” He meets your gaze with a wolfish grin, slotting his knee between your legs so you can’t press your thighs together. “But eventually I realized that you can’t help it. That sweet little pussy has a mind of her own, and she just wants to be filled all the time, whether it’s by your Daddy or- Danny! Hey! How’s it going?”

You meekly tuck your legs under your body as you sit back in your chair, quietly trying to take deep breaths. Despite being outside in the fresh air, there’s suddenly no oxygen available to fill your lungs. You’re completely zoned out from the conversation beside you until two fingers make contact with your chin, angling your face upwards. “You okay, babe?”

Your mouth goes dry when you meet Danny’s piercing gaze, and you merely nod in response, not trusting your brain to string intelligible words together at the moment.

“She’s-” Steve pauses to make sure Grace is out of earshot before continuing, “a little preoccupied thinking about the other night.”

“Don’t,” you growl in warning, sparing him a withering glance before realizing Danny’s still holding your chin and abruptly pulling back like his fingers are on fire. “You know better than to listen to him,” you direct your comment to the blonde.

Danny turns to his best friend for clarification. “You mean that night we got home from our case-”

“Mhm.”

“And we thought someone was in the house-”

“Yup.”

“But she was in bed dreaming about-”

“O-kay!” You clap your hands together and stand up, gathering your towel and novel. “Let’s just agree to act like it never happened, and we can all move on with our lives, okay? Great. I’m gonna go make dinner.” You make your way up the beach to the house, and you can feel two sets of eyes watching your retreating form.

“So…” The blonde turns back to his partner once you’re out of sight. “Tonight?”

“Yeah,” Steve smirks in response. “We’ve made her wait long enough.”

__________

Later that night, Steve’s helping you load the dishwasher as he fills you in on the culmination of their last case when you startle at the sound of the front door. You instinctively reach for him and he shushes you with a kiss. “It’s just Danny, baby. Grace is back at Rachel’s so I told him to join us for a movie. That okay?”

“Of course.” Your previous worry melts into a smile when Danny graces you with his presence, and you greet him with a hug.

“Why don’t you go change and we’ll get set up, hm?” Steve sends you upstairs with a gentle pat on your ass that earns him a playful glare and an utterly non-threatening, “Watch it, mister.”

When you return in sleep shorts and one of Steve’s bootcamp shirts, the two have already taken up residence on their designated ends of the couch. You slot your smaller body in between theirs, tugging the blanket over your legs and smiling with glee when you spot the glass of red wine in your boyfriend’s hand. Wiggling your fingers, you instruct, “Gimme.” He holds the glass high out of your reach and raises one eyebrow, eliciting a sharp huff from you. Offering your best doe eyes and pouty lip, you amend, “Please?”

“Much better, little girl.” Steve gives you the glass and you happily accept it, not paying attention to his hand creeping up your thigh under the blanket until his fingers ghost over your center.

“Hey,” you hiss quietly, angling your head towards the blonde on your right. “Don’t.”

“If you two are quite finished,” Danny waves the remote accusingly in your direction, “I’m gonna start the movie now.”

Mumbling out an apology, you take Steve’s arm and sling it over your shoulders across the back of the couch so his hand is far away from its intended target. You settle back into the cushions to enjoy the psychological thriller, and as the film plays your single glass of wine turns steadily into a second, and then a third.

“No more of that for me,” you whisper to your boyfriend, reaching over him to place your glass on the side table. You snuggle into Steve’s side, humming contentedly when his arm comes down across your body, his hand splaying possessively over your stomach. You bring your legs up to drape over Danny’s lap, and his hands move to massage your calves. “This okay, babe?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol answering for you, or maybe you’re trying to fulfill that damned dream, but your head drops into a nod of its own volition. Your eyes flutter closed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of two sets of strong hands on your body. The movie fades into a dull drone in the background as Steve’s hand dips below the hem of your shorts, and then beneath the band of your lace panties. You whimper at the contact, reaching up on instinct to scrape your nails across his stubble. His hot breath fans over your ear and he rumbles out, “Say 'no' right now and we’ll stop.”

Confused by his words, you open your eyes to find Danny hungrily watching Steve’s finger steadily pumping in and out of you beneath the blanket. He licks his lips and then raises his gaze to meet yours. “Do you want this?”

You open your mouth to answer, then look up to Steve for guidance. “Your body,” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, “your decision, baby girl.”

You turn back to the blonde with a shuddering breath before finding your voice. “Yes. Please.”

__________

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, nervous energy thrumming through your body as you play with the hem of your boyfriend’s shirt that dwarfs you in size. You’ve laid down the ground rules and discussed your limits, and now Steve and Danny are in the walk-in closet attempting to have a hushed conversation, but every syllable floats its way over to you in the bedroom.

“This isn’t what we talked about, Steve.”

“You’re always complaining about not getting to drive, well, here you go! It’s all you, buddy.”

“Your girlfriend,” you can practically see Danny’s hands moving to emphasize his point, “is not a car to be driven, you goddamn oaf. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman who should be loved, respected-”

“Hey, Danny?” you cut in. Their heads come into view around the corner and you offer, “That’s a really lovely sentiment, but I just want someone to fuck me.”

Steve turns to Danny with a smug smile that clearly reads I told you so. He crosses the room and grips your face tightly, fingers pressing into your cheeks as he kisses you deeply until your head is buzzing and your lungs are screaming for oxygen. “Don’t for a second forget that you belong to me. Am I clear?”

You look up at him with an adoring smile and nod, mumbling an audible affirmative to satisfy him. Then Steve moves to the loveseat in the corner of the room, getting himself situated and motioning for Danny to join you on the bed.

Excitement wins over confusion when the blonde sits next to you, tentatively strumming his fingers over your bare thigh. “You tell me to stop at anytime, got it?”

You beckon him closer and whisper in his ear, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” The magic words evidently spoken, Danny all but pounces on you while Steve looks on, one hand tangling in your hair as the other slips under your shirt and his mouth dominates yours. You moan unabashedly at the unfamiliar pace and feeling and taste, your body perfectly in tune with Steve’s after all this time together and thrilled by this fascinating newness.

You run your hands along his muscular arms as he latches onto your neck, meeting Steve’s gaze over his shoulder. “You don’t want to join?”

“Not yet, baby,” he shakes his head. You let out a sharp gasp when Danny finds the sensitive spot near the hollow of your throat, and your boyfriend smirks knowingly. “Danny,” he calls to get his friend’s attention. “Slide two fingers in her and bite that spot again. She’ll clench around you and it’s absolutely incredible.”

“I know how to make a woman feel good, Steven,” the blonde shoots back, tugging your shirt off and rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to cry out as proof.

“I’m sorry, did that sound like a request? Because it wasn’t.”

“Should’ve known you’d be a control freak about fucking your girlfriend, too.”

“Oh my god,” you pant, embarrassingly turned on by their banter being about your body. Steve trains his wolfish grin on you when he sees your gaze is locked on the prominent bulge in his shorts. He purposefully shifts his hips and you whimper, longing to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. “Feeling empty, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy- oh!” Your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open when Danny spears you apart with two thick fingers. “Your focus should be on me, angel,” he chides softly. “He can’t touch you from over there.”

“Yes, sir,” you cry, using your leverage on your knees to meet his fingers thrust for thrust. “It won’t happen again.”

“That’s my good girl,” he croons, and you practically glow at the praise, swirling your hips as you feel your release building.

And then Steve is snatching your reward away with a simple command. “Don’t let her cum.” You whine at the loss of contact when Danny slips his fingers out of you, and you silently curse your boyfriend for being able to read you so well. “Got something to say, brat?”

“Yeah, actually, I-”

“Shut her up, Danny.”

Your sassy remark gets caught in your throat when Danny slides his fingers, completely coated in your wetness, between your lips. You moan around his fingers and suck greedily, grateful to finally have something in your mouth. You brazenly cup him through his pants, palming at his erection while you continue to suck on his fingers, eyes closed as you try to imagine enjoying the real thing.

“Is that what you want, my little slut?” Steve calls mockingly from his spot in the corner. You whimper pathetically in affirmation and he laughs. “That’s what you’ve been dreaming about, isn’t it? Danny’s cock filling your pathetic little holes, his cum in you and on you?”

A whine escapes your lips, morphing into a high-pitched keen as Danny eases your shorts and panties off and guides you to sit on his muscular thigh. You grind down on his leg, desperate for some friction, and take the opportunity to yank his shirt off so you can feel his bare chest. Danny replaces his fingers in your mouth with his tongue once again, letting the soaking wet digits trail down your naked body until they reach your throbbing clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again and you dig your nails into his shoulders as your first orgasm rips through you, your head falling back and a strangled moan echoing throughout the room.

Danny’s thumbs rub soothing circles along your thighs as you recover, and you feel your boyfriend’s presence behind you moments before his arms wrap around your body. “Did so good, baby girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down the back of your neck. “Take a breather.” You nod weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Steve tilts your chin up so he can get a good look at you. “Tell me your color.”

Opening your bleary eyes to fix him with a smile, you offer, “Green, Steve. As green as you were when you heard me moan your best friend’s name.”

His eyes flash a shade darker and his mouth twists into a wry grin. Carding his fingers through your hair as Danny kisses along your neck, he remarks, “You really want that punishment, don’t you?”

Intent on pushing your boyfriend’s buttons, you respond, “Wow, Steve, you don’t miss a beat.”

Danny pulls his face back from the valley between your breasts long enough to kindly request that you both shut the fuck up. With a laugh, you turn away from Steve and direct your attention to the blonde, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Steve’s large hands on your hips draw you back against him so he can grind on your ass while you tug Danny closer and appreciate his length pressing insistently between your thighs. Danny’s tongue licks into your mouth, hot and hungry, and your brain goes fuzzy from being trapped between two walls of pure muscle.

Sliding your hands down the blonde’s toned back, you work your way past the band of his sweatpants until you reach your intended target and give a firm squeeze, an appreciative moan building low in your throat. “You have such a nice ass,” you confess, your filter evidently not present at the party thanks to alcohol and lust. “I wanna fucking bite it.”

With a warm chuckle, he comments, “You’re a little freak, huh? You like biting?”

“I love biting,” you emphasize, demonstrating just how much by sucking a harsh mark on the blonde’s chest that has him groaning in pleasure, “but I enjoy being bitten more.”

Steve’s knowing laugh rumbles against the back of your neck, then he drags his lips down the curve of your spine and his palm strikes your cheek before he sinks his teeth into your flesh. The exciting jolt of pain elicits a gasp from you, and Danny takes the opportunity to tug your bottom lip between his teeth until you cry out again.

Fumbling behind you, you manage to push your boyfriend’s shorts down enough to feel his cock spring free, and you guide him between your thighs, already slick from your previous orgasm and unrelenting desire. “You’re a greedy little thing,” Steve admonishes you, sliding his cock between your folds, the tip repeatedly nudging your clit but refusing to give in and fill you up. “Daddy, please,” you whine, tears springing to your eyes as you throw your head back against his shoulder. You pull Danny along with you, and the blonde hungrily latches onto one of your nipples, rolling the other bud between his fingers. Steve keeps up the torturous drag of his throbbing cock along your weeping cunt, his large hands pressing against the outside of your legs so he’s effectively fucking the tight space between your thighs. “Don’t be mean, Daddy,” you cry in earnest, pathetic tears rolling down your cheeks and your pussy aching with need.

“Poor baby,” Danny coos when you sniffle, cupping your cheeks and kissing away your tears. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, oh yes, please,” you babble, absolutely desperate to be filled. You can see the blonde smirking at you through your tears, his soft touches and featherlight kisses in direct opposition to how rough and dismissive Steve’s being with your body right now. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, and you have a carnal desire for both of these men to use and abuse you. “I’ll do whatever you want, Danny, please!”

“Bribing the police is a felony offense, little girl,” he tuts, clearly enjoying mocking you.

“Then bring your cuffs next time,” you growl, fed up with their game. You shove Danny’s chest, forcing him to fall back on the bed, and he smiles at the predatory glint in your still teary eyes. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes out, mesmerized by the sight. You tug his sweats down, then bend at the waist to take him in your mouth. The change in angle has your boyfriend’s cock finally sliding home where he belongs, and Steve lets out a strangled groan at how tightly you’re squeezing him. You moan around Danny’s length, and the blonde lets out an obscene sound at the sensation, a lewd symphony echoing around your bedroom. Steve draws his hips back until only the head of his cock remains inside you, and you mirror his motions with your mouth around Danny. “Oh, I see,” your boyfriend laughs when he notices. “You want me to drive, baby?”

You hum in assent, laving your tongue against the vein on the underside of Danny’s cock. He tangles his fingers in your hair and gives an experimental tug, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. “Not today, Steve,” Danny counters with a wicked grin. “She’s my little passenger princess now.”

You whimper at the thought, and your walls clench reflexively around Steve, his fingers digging even harder into your hips in a bruising grip that’s sure to leave marks for days to come. With one hand on your throat, Danny guides you up until you’re on your hands and knees between the two kneeling men.

Your skin flushes red hot and your breathing picks up at the recognizable position, excitement coursing through your veins. “Are you going to-”

“Why are you talking, huh?” Danny questions, tilting his head and pressing his fingers against the column of your throat. “Did I say you could speak?” You shake your head, his authoritative tone and the fact that your dominant boyfriend is relinquishing control to his best friend turning your legs to jelly and your brain to mush. “I asked you a question, Y/N,” Danny growls, and you’re quick to amend with, “No, sir.”

He runs his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and murmurs, “Good girl.” Then, “You both still okay with this?”

Steve answers with, “Yes, Danny,” while you blurt out, “This is so fucking hot.” Your sudden admission shatters the tension in the air, and the three of you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry,” you giggle, “it’s just that, well-” Feeling bashful, which in itself is a ridiculous feat with Danny’s cock mere inches from your lips and Steve’s pulsing inside you, you duck your head and murmur, “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“I know, baby,” Steve admits, pressing a kiss to your back while he squeezes your hips. “You talk in your sleep.”

“You knew?” you hiss, Danny’s grip on your hair keeping you from glaring at your boyfriend. “This whole time? You mother- fuck,” your outrage morphs into a wanton cry, your mouth dropping open when Steve roughly slots himself back between your thighs. “Sorry, Danny,” he apologizes for momentarily taking the reins. “It’s all you now, buddy.”

The blonde shakes his head at his best friend, then guides you forward until the head of his cock slips past your lips. You moan at the taste of him, relaxing your throat and allowing him in further. “Such a good girl,” Danny says softly, his gentle praise going straight to your core and causing you to pulse around Steve who ruts against you in response. His voice rough with desire, he coerces, “Move, Danny.”

“What happened to me being in charge, huh? Two minutes, Steve, you couldn’t go two minutes without opening your big mouth.”

“I’m sorry, does my girlfriend’s pussy have your dick in a vice grip? No? Then shut up and move, for the love of God.”

“Y’know, I think this whole ‘Commander’ thing has really gone to your head.”

“Oh yeah? Which one, cause they’re both pretty big.”

You let out a frustrated grunt, as much as you can with the sizable obstacle in your mouth, and glare up at Danny. “You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he sighs, taking a moment to adjust his grip on your hair before fucking your mouth with a renewed fervor. You can’t tell if they’re working in tandem or trying to compete, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you bounce between their bodies in the most obscene version of tug of war you’ve ever played in your life. Steve’s fucking into you like an absolute animal, his low grunts and growls only serving to further spur you on as his hand presses against your belly to feel the bulge there with every flex of his hips. You want to tell him how turned on you are by the fact that you can feel him so deep inside you, how badly you want him to fill you up until he’s dripping down your thighs, how much you love him and love being his little plaything, but you can’t complain about not being able to talk when the reason why is so deliciously hedonistic.

Danny looks like a work of art as he uses your mouth, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat coating his beautiful skin. His fingers are splayed across your throat just like his best friend’s lower on your body so he, too, can feel his cock pulsing inside of you with each thrust. Your limbs feel utterly useless right now, and you’re grateful that the two of them are holding you up as they wring out every drop of pleasure from your body. Drool slips from the corner of your lips with every pull of Danny’s cock, mirroring your essence dripping down Steve’s solid thighs, and you can feel the band in your core tightening with every stroke, threatening to snap at any moment. Steve can sense your impending orgasm and he tells his best friend as such, two sets of skilled fingers roaming your body to heighten your pleasure, one teasing your sensitive nipples, the other circling your pulsing clit.

The dual sensations send you hurtling over the edge with a long, muffled moan, your mind going blank as Danny spills down your throat and Steve’s release paints your walls, still squeezing him in the wake of your own climax. They gently pull out of you and you cry out at the sudden shift, every single one of your nerve endings feeling like it's on fire. You barely register the warm washcloth caressing your skin as they murmur gentle praises and sweet nothings to you, then get you settled under the covers. Once you’ve had a moment to catch your breath, you recognize Steve’s solid form underneath you, and you beckon Danny closer before snuggling into your man with a sigh. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Steve hooks your leg around his waist and presses his lips against your forehead. “I think you mispronounced ‘thank you’ by several syllables there.”

“I meant what I said,” you insist through the haze of sleep, placing your hand over Danny’s on your waist and interlocking your fingers. “I consider this team building. Much more effective than your mandated therapy. Ergo, you’re welcome.”

“Bet he still won’t let me drive, though,” Danny mumbles against your skin, and you can feel his lips quirk up in a cheeky grin.

Steve leans up on his elbow to look at his partner over your half-asleep form. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, I’m serious. Why would you ask me if I’m serious? Have you ever know me to be unserious when commenting on your neurotic ways?”

“I just- you’re unbelievable, Danny, y’know that? I share my bed with you, I share my girl with you, and you still say things like that. Where do you hide all that audacity in such a small stature, huh?”

“Oh, for the love of- will you two shut up?” you groan. Both men mumble apologies and shift closer to envelope you in their warmth which you happily accept. “It’s imperative I get my postcoital beauty sleep since you two will clearly need more team building sessions.”

“You wanna do this again?” Danny asks, quirking an eyebrow at Steve who shrugs as he awaits your answer.

“Of course,” you mumble through a yawn, already dozing off. “I’m sure dream Danny will be visiting again for inspiration sometime soon.”

#i cant believe i did this #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x female reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x you #steve mcgarrett fanfiction #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett smut #danny williams #danny williams x reader #danny williams x female reader #danny williams x y/n #danny williams fanfiction #danny williams smut #danny williams x you #steve mcgarrett x danny williams #steve mcgarrett x reader x danny williams #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine #h50 #fem reader #mcdanno #mcdanno x reader

[starfeatheratelier]

Totally forgot to post this cutie here!

This was a handsome silver lion I finished in March as a premade for sale at Fur The More in Arlington, VA. He features following eyes, expressive eyelids, and a tongue that can stick to his muzzle for a hungry expression 😈

He was sold at the con!

#fursuit #lion fursuit #fursuiting #fursuit maker #furry oc

[timmburrton]

{Welcome to Halloween Town! Say Hello to our King and Queen, Ghost Puppy, Interesting Casino Owner and Mischievous Demon {Non Biological} Triples!}

{Happily Walking Around Japan, Holding Hands and Smiling Big}

🕸️Giang: Hello, it's nice to meet you~ I'm Giang or Jack and this is my lovely lovely husband Asher <<smiling softly and holding their hand>>

🧵Asher: You're such a sap- <<giggles and smiles up at him before waving>> It's nice to meet you~

{Out for a Walk...um...Float-}

👻Noah: Hello! I'm Noah or Zero! I'm out for a little walk and going to pick up Ramiro to go eat! 🥰 I feel so pretty today!

{Outside Near Some Alley Doing...Whatever it is he Does}

🎰Leon: Hello I'm Leon or Oogie Boogie or you know just call me Daddy!~ <<winks and grins with a small smirk>> Don't mind me I'm just came back from meeting someone...special.~ <<tilts his head>> Anyways, you should stop by the casino. Try your luck with some dice~ <<big smile>>

{Vibing Together in Their Shared House}

🎸Lotte: Hello, I'm Lotte or Shock~ It's nice to see someone new around town~ Don't mind anything these two say they're a little... <<twirls her finger next to her head>>

🔒Il-Seong: FUCK! <<screaming into his sweater>> Why am I so socially awkward!? I literally dropped my tattoo gun in front of that cute ass person-

🎸Lotte: Introduce yourself you idiot-

🔒Il-Seong: Oh yeah- Hey or whatever I'm Il-Seong or Lock-

🚨Valentino: <<giggling and bouncing almost dropping the cup in his hand>> Hey! I'm Valentino!~ or you can call me Barrel!~ <<doing a happy little wiggle>> I'm so excited! Haunted House season is coming up which means I get to scare people! 😈

🎸Lotte: Watch the cup you walking red flag- <<takes the cup from his hands>>

🔒Il-Seong: You're not allowed without your muzzle either so don't be too excited-

🚨Valentino: :(

New Inhabitants: @creepypasta-cb @monsterhigh-cb @welcome-to-maniac @9ateez-multiau-bot @badbf-cb @clubwnderland

#🎬introduction post #🎃halloween town post #🎥the nightmare before christmas #🕸️giang.jack #🧵asher.sally #🎸lotte.shock #🔒il seong.lock #🚨valentino.barrel

[squippy360]

Your Dark!Dom Steve story is way too hot, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Could you do something similar where it’s Anti-Hero Steve and Detective/Agent Reader?

Like, Reader is ordered to hunt down the infamous vigilante Steve Rogers, but keeps letting him go because he has a crush on his quarry. So Steve captures Reader and subjects him to hypnosis that makes him give himself completely to Steve. Reader becomes a totally submissive slut who loves being a Good Boy for his Daddy, and Steve breeds him constantly because he’s just that horny and dominant

I mixed it up a bit. I hope you don't mind. :)

Steve Rogers x Male reader x Brock Rumlow x Bucky Barnes

Cw:(dark! Steve and Brock, collars, choking, aphrodisiac, bondage, biting, kissing, foursome, Love circle.)

You were the hottest and smartest detective on your squad. You had been locking yourself in your room, working hard on this case you had been handed weeks ago. After the first frustrating week of not getting anything, you started burning yourself out, trying to get a weak point in this case. This certain vigilante was 'capturing you' but always let you go. It made you frustrated to find the reason why.

You finally hit a good spot and chased after it head on, alone of course. You thought you could finally end it all, put a nail on this file and finally put it away but of course, something changed drastically.  

You were sneaking around an abandoned warehouse, overhearing that the Captain of HYDRA was going to be here. You felt something odd about it but decided to go anyway. You easily snuck past guards and security, the problem was finding the asshole. You reached a quiet room where he was standing right in the middle. I tilted my head in confusion and made sure there weren't any people around before quietly entering the room. In one swift motion I shut off the lights and raced towards him. 

I collided with him in the dark, wrestling to get him onto the ground. Once I had him pinned down, another set of arms came from behind me and held me down. Multiple pairs of arms grabbed at my legs and torso, trying to keep me from struggling. I growled in a low voice and tried to squirm out of their grasp. A grunted when a needle was shoved into my neck. I struggled more but couldn't get loose. Eventually, I passed out. 

(😈Timeskip😈)

I groaned as I came to. My vision was still blurry and I tried to move my arms. They wouldn't move and I looked around. I was in that stupid fucking machine. I growled as I glared up at a man with straps coming from his shoulders to form an 'x' on his chest. He had a leash in his hand. It was connected to a collar on a man with a left metal arm. He was on his knees, a muzzle attached to his mouth. He was nuzzling his face against the standing man's leg. 

The 'x' guy grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Captain was right. You are a catch~ You'd make such a good boy for my Captain~" I tried to talk but I couldn't, something strapped around my mouth prevented me from talking. 

I glared up at him. We all turned to the door and saw the 'Captain' walk in. I glared at him as he came closer. "We are going to have so much fun~" He purred and turned to the other 2. "Rumlow. Start the machine for me. I wanna play with the Asset while you train mine~" Steve purred. 

A headset strapped on my head and restraints bolted around my arms and legs. My breathing hitched and I felt a shock go through my body. I let out a muffled scream.  

(Another one [time skip])

After a forgotten amount of time, I finally felt the electricity slow in my body stop. I was now immobile as they stood over me, grinning sadistically. You stared up at them, vulnerable and scared. They seemed to enjoy this even more. Asset was rubbing his face against your leg now. The restraints let you go and 'x' pulled me up to him. My legs were weak and I clung onto him. He smirked and dropped me. I fell onto my knees and looked up at them, my eyes glossing over.

"He's all yours." Rumlow said. Steve nodded and pecked him on the lips. "Good boy~" He praised. Rumlow blushed and stood against the wall with the Asset. Steve pulled out a leash and collar. I voluntarily lifted my head and let him put the collar on. I whimpered through the muzzle as he put the leash on. 

"Let's go to the training room~" Steve purred. He tugged the leash and I crawled along next to the asset. We got to a bedroom with a lot of 'toys' everywhere. Asset already knew what to do and waited for his masters after they locked the door. I whimpered when he nuzzled against me, pawing at my crotch. My body shivered as I looked at his hazy eyes. Steve pulled me and the asset up on the bed. "Brock, Get the lube. Bucky, be a good boy and don't move, you too M/n~" Steve rumbled in our ear. They both pulled away to get some stuff. 

They got a set of dildos, a bottle of lube, plugs, collar tags, and a whip. He laid me down on my back and spread my legs. "I'm going to take both of your muzzles off. No biting and be nice." Steve scolded. We nodded as Brock and Steve took our muzzles off. Bucky immediately pulled me into a needy kiss. I moaned and kissed him back. "Such needy boys~" Brock rumbled. I moaned loudly when Bucky bit my lip. 

Brock yanked my clothes off while Steve wrangled Bucky to get his own clothes off. I spread my legs as he tied my hands above my head. I stared up at him while he spread lube all around my ass. "Are you ready to be an obedient pet? Hm? To submit to your masters with one simple word? Speak." He growled. 

I arched my back with a whine. "Yes, Masters! I submit! I submit!" I begged out. He bit his lip and smirked. He got a whip that was sitting with the other stuff. I gasped when Steve surprised me with a needle to my neck. "Master?! W-What was that?" I cried out. "Did I say you could speak?" He said with a dark voice and spanked me again. 

I shook my head. "Just a little something to get you all worked up~" Steve hummed. He tied my legs up by my ankles. Bucky was placed on top of me. He eagerly pulled me into another kiss. I moaned into it loudly as I felt 2 fingers being pushed inside. Bucky moaned as well as Steve fingered his tight hole. 

My legs began to shake slightly as Brock rubbed my prostate. Bucky bit my lip and went crazy on my neck. I groaned and nuzzled into Bucky's neck. "Go on, pet. Tell the asset how you feel~" Steve said, running his hand on my right thigh. "Asset!!! It's so good!!! Please, More!!! I want more kisses and bites!!! Please use me!!!" I cried out. 

Steve slapped Bucky's ass and I moaned when I felt him bite down a bit harder. "I think they're ready, Sir." Brock said to Steve. Steve smirked and tilted Brock's head up by his chin. "Good boy~" Steve purred and pulled him into a kiss, taking his wrists and cornering him on the wall. Me and Bucky looked back when we heard Brock moaning lightly. Our cocks were twitching at that and Bucky rutted against me. I looked into his eyes with a heated look. I felt my body spasm with pleasure and the liquid Steve shoved inside my neck kicked in.

"C'mon, good boy~ Let's get your reward~" Steve purred. I saw Steve pull out a powerful vibrating dildo. He lubed it quickly and shoved it into Bucky. Bucky screamed and thrusted against me. "Speak asset~" Steve hummed. "MASTER! PLEASE ME MASTERS! I'M BEGGING YOU! I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD!" Bucky keened. 

I threw my head back and cried out when Brock's thick cock bucked into me. Steve watched us, leaning against the wall and slowly stroking his cock. Bucky pulled me into another harsh kiss. My whole body was burning and I felt so horny. I let out a desperate whine and kissed Bucky back. His metal arm came up and started choking me in a way that didn't hurt but felt really good. 

"Speak, Pets." Steve breathed out. "S'good, Master!! I'm being so obedient for you, Masters!" Bucky cried out. "Please, Master! My body is so hot!! Pease fuck me, Master!!! Until I can't think!!!" I begged. Steve went to Brock and sensually grabbed his hips. He bent Brock onto Bucky and started fucking him. We were all moaning loudly. "Steve!!" Brock begged out, nuzzling into the nape of Bucky's neck. Bucky's eyes rolled into the back of his head and I felt him cum on our tummy. 

Steve was pummeling into Brock. "You all are. So. Fucking. Obedient. I love all of you~" Steve growled and bit the nape of Brock's neck, thrusting a final time before cumming into him. I felt Brock cum inside of me and I screamed out, cumming onto me and Bucky's tummy. We all stopped moving, panting loudly. Bucky pulled his hand away from my neck. He pulled me into a much softer kiss. I kissed back, grinding up into him. Steve kissed his marking on Brock's neck, quietly praising him. 

I whimpered when Brock pulled out of me and his cum leaked out. Bucky gasped quietly when the dildo was pulled out and replaced with a red gem plug. Steve pushed a black gem plug inside me so Brock's cum couldn't leak out anymore. They let my legs and arms go. They put a black and blue collar around my neck with the words 'Pet' on it. My face heated up at that and I smiled a bit. Bucky's collar had the word 'Asset' on it. He nuzzled into me again, resting on me.

"Such good pets~" They cooed as me and Bucky passed out. 

Next up: Stucky x Male reader

#avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel #x male reader #male reader #captain america x male reader #captain america #brock rumlow x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #crossbones #crossbones x male reader

[mostly-comfort]

oOah I just saw that you do drawing requests for Halloween and I am in love with your art.

(I know that it is basically Halloween but if you still want to draw my guy go for it :3 If not, that is totally understandable tho.)

So this is my Oc/Whumpee/Labrat Louis as a reference sheet that I haven't uploaded yet.

He gets mistaken for a vampire sometimes but really he is just a shapeshifter. He will still bite you if you give him the chance though, so watch out.

I have more art of him on my blog, if you would like to see more.

do you have any OCs one could draw?

thank u sm!! i'll be happy to draw ur guy, i don't think i've seen a bat character like this before 👀 i'll reblog this post with the drawing when i finish, i just didn't want to leave u hanging LOL

i have the vampire i posted as an example for the requests! his name is august for now

i don't have any fullbody drawings of him but he has a regular vampire body, no extra traits or anything

he has burn scars on his neck, wrists, and ankles where he used to wear silver shackles and a collar, and his current collar has a tracker (it's not super clear lol)

his fingers are crooked/scarred

currently looks quite weak and underfed, but he's slowly getting better

he also has a scar on his face where a muzzle used to be

more info on him (a little bit abt his background, etc)

i also have a human oc for once !! his name is emmerin (emery for short) and he's gone from riches to rags 😈 for now, all i can say is

he used to be a prince

lived for being the center of attention lol, was arrogant and conceited, got a big ego from it

he thought everyone loved him, worshipped him

inevitably that bit him in the ass

is now fucked up lmao. scared of his own shadow atp, will probably have a hard time believing anyone truly cares about him

also he has green eyes and kind of blond/dirty blond hair? dark blond? ash blond? light natural blond?

the only drawing i have of him is this ms paint sketch lmao, his appearance is subject to change tho bc he never ends up looking like how he does in my head smh (he def has scars tho, i just don't know what they'll look like yet)

hair color(s???)

#ask #oc august #oc emmerin #story: centuries

[lionews]

Ballfart.EXE: A Comprehensive History & Guide

Ballfart.EXE is a tall hunched dark gray lioness with fierce red eyes. She has bright red veiny paws, underbelly, and muzzle, and has a red nose, ears, and pawpads. She has long white whiskers, a long tail, and is often seen snarling. This description was provided by (lionews/742622696539570176/).

Ballfart.EXE was first discovered by an unknown user on Lioden.com in 2014. According to the user, if you initiate the "claiming a lioness" page and successfully claim her, she will go on to kill the rest of the user's pride, accompanied by hyperrealistic blood and gore. She was first discovered in 2014, but gained popularity again in 2024 due to many users sharing their stories encountering her.

As one user wrote, "ballfart.exe killed my [ti]gon and i was so sad and scared [of her]😣😣". Another user writes, "I tried to claim ballfart.exe but she started a [NPC] battle and killed my king :((((". And only a few days ago, this user wrote "ballfart.exe KILLED my heir??? [...] i literally watched an animation that played on my screen of her ripping his guts out it was super scary". Along with many other accounts, it is clear that Ballfart.EXE is real, with one user even posting a screenshot (ibb.co/VL36MHm) of an encounter with her.

There have been many rumors of Ballfart.EXE, the most notable and popular being that no-one knows why she kills your lions, and that she has a secret mate (nicknamed Dickdestroyer.EXE by the community) and cubs of her own. However, her appearance and existence on Lioden.com used to be a perplexing mystery, with one user recounting that "...I heard she look different for every [Lioden.com] user but idk if it true :(((((((((". However, due to the efforts of many Lioden.com users, it is safe to say that we now know what the true appearance of Ballfart.EXE is, and that the description above is accurate.

Another mystery of her's is that despite the Lioden.com programmers regularly deleting her files every game development update (scheduled every month), she still always comes back to haunt the playerbase. As one user writes, "no fucking way ballfart.exe is still around, i heard they've deleted her [files] so many times but is she really coming back every single update?", and considering that this user has been around since 2018, it is safe to say that there is something strange about her continuous reappearances over the years.

The strange thing about Ballfart.EXE is that she's been encountering 6% more players in 2024 alone than in the past decade. It could be due to a small dedicated group of users creating artificial clones of Ballfart.EXE, as one user writes, "Omw to Make a buncha ballfart.exe [crunchy worm] clones and chase them 😈". While these users aren't technically breaking the TOS of Lioden.com, their dedication to spreading fear of Ballfart.EXE through clones and encouraging users to close their accounts when they do encounter her (lionews/742633718955540480/) cannot be ignored or understated. However, since we cannot contact these users, we truly will never know if they are being sincere or not when they say that they have made clones of her.

Ballfart.EXE has truly made waves on Lioden.com this past year, and despite her obscene name and "edgy" appearance, she truly has struck fear into the hearts of Lioden.com users for years now. Many people, alongside myself, wish to see her disappear from Lioden.com permanently; and here's to hoping that by 2025 she will no longer be a tangible set of code, but instead a bad memory that the community will share for years to come.

Until the time that Ballfart.EXE is deleted for good, I will continue to update this guide until she is gone for good.

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[beautifulgaggedgirls]

She asked not to be gagged with a ball gag.

Wish granted!! a muzzle ball gag harness isn’t a ball gag.

🤭😈

[hyperfixat]

cross posted onto ao3 as well under altceaser or however u spell mu user name o forget 😈 not posting all of the whump things to tumblr btw i have a serisw over there on the archive for them all

implied violence and kidnapping and mean things and memory loss.

obey me Barbatos Diavolo and Lucifer, for Febuwhump 2023 yehh

Time in captivity drips like molasses, slow and near stagnant, never is there a reprise or relief to find. Your grip on sanity feels ever thinner with each passing day, sometimes you can’t quite imagine the world where you belong….

Sunny skies, green trees, fluffy clouds. A dream.

The chains and various leather straps adorned to your bare skin keep you cognizant. The muzzle fit with a bit forces your mouth into an eternal ache and your chin is raw from drool amongst other liquids.

This place, Hell, you’re fairly certain, is hellish. Your human eyes can’t see well in the darkness, so that is where you stay. The smell of caves and water only graced by the scent of blood surrounds you.

Whoever it is that holds you captive visits often, mocking words that are spoken in a tongue far too harsh to be a human language, disgrace your figure.

Claws grip you through your binds and fresh fear ignites in your blood, and you squirm into nothingness.

You’ve never really prayed to a higher power, but you start, not caring who the prayer reaches, but begging for salvation.

Salvation comes in the form of a lithe demon lighting a candle in the corner of the room. You don’t know who he is or how he got there, but he’s deathly quiet as he lights the various lamps and lanterns in the dank room.

His formal wear doesn’t fit the environment, he looks far too well put together to step foot near you. He moves across the room, and the flame light catches his hair, lighting up a turquoise stripe that matches his eyes.

He’s so… pretty. If not for your situation you’d want to get to know him a little better.

Finally piercing green eyes land on you. They’re sharp and smart and they take note of all your bindings. With a tiny, almost inaudible huff, he approaches and begins working through the straps and chains to free you.

Your knees hit the ground hard and the rough rock digs into thin skin and you wince. For what it is worth the demon removing your ails does look sorrowful at not cushioning your fall. All you can do is stare at him and vague familiarity rings in your mind that you know this person, but a name can’t be summoned.

As the various chains and leather straps leave your arms you eventually are stripped to your mere muzzle. The demon winces as he crouches in front of you to grab your face and inspect it.

You’re sure the metal of it has caked into your skin with blood and grime. His hand reaches up to tentatively rock it back and forth, but at your wince of pain he pulls back.

“Very well, YN. It is a relief to see you alive. We had feared for the worst. I do believe I must carry you to the castle, unless you think you can walk?”

How does he know your name? Wait, castle? Who is this man?

You realize he’s waiting for a reply and your hoarse voice creaks out. “I can, I can try.”

And you do, but your efforts are in vain, as your muscles collapse from lack of use. Luckily, turquoise hair catches you before you hurt anything (more than it already is), and scoops you into his arms. You ragdoll in his hold and watch in awe as he opens the door at the top of the stairs only for it to lead to someone that definitely could not be at the top of those stairs.

The room you’re walked into is grand, fitting for royalty, and so clean it makes you want to cry.

There are two men, sitting together at a large dining table, tensely staring at the tea cups in front of them rather than at each other. At the rustle of you and the man holding you, they look up, shockreliefhorror flying through their expressions.

You know them, a voice in the back of your mind whispers.

“YN?” The one in red near sobs your name. The one in black places a hand on his friend's back, and as you tilt your head in confusion at them, they both falter and look to the one holding you.

“It seems they have amnesia, they didn’t recognize me earlier.”

You look between the three of them, taken in the barely concealed remorse. Your heart aches, because you know you were someone to these people.

The one in black clears his throat and approaches. “Why are they still muzzled, Barbatos?” Red gloved hands reach for your cheeks and observe the blood caked metal forced into your skin. A wince, from both of you.

“Oh,” the one in black says. “I see. Perhaps we’ll have luck in the medical ward removing this.” He turns to his companion in red. “Lord Diavolo, would you like to accompany us?”

Lord? Was this his castle? You strain your mind to place Lord Diavolo… but nothing… only feeling, remembering love and warmth. You know you were close with him, perhaps lovers? Friends?

Who must you be to know a noble? Do you work with him perhaps?

You’re stirred back into reality when Barbatos, turquoise hair, opens the door into a very sterile looking room. All white and silver and covered in sanitary disposables.

The table cover crinkles as you’re laid to lean up against the wall, and Barbatos and the one in black work to gather supplies and clean up. The one in red sits in a chair to the side, golden eyes, ever so sadly gazing at you.

The snap of latex gloves makes you turn back to Barbatos, who approaches with a shiny silver pair of medical pliers.

“YN, this is going to hurt, and I hate to cause you pain, but that muzzle,” he spits the word. “Must be removed.”

You nod timidly, grateful for the help.

The one in black holds cloth and stands beside Barbatos, taking the role of a nurse.

As the metal tears from your skin, and pulls at your lips, tears prick your eyes and you fight the urge to try and fend Barbatos off.

The one in red walks over and offers you his hand, “do you want to hold my hand? You can squeeze it as hard as you need to.”

You take it, and squeeze, a whimper leaves you as you open your mouth to allow the bit to leave. Your face feels raw and Barbatos steps away with the device and the one in black begins drying and wiping off the grime from your face.

His expression remains passive and neutral, like he’s trying not to show any sorrow.

“Well,” he steps back. “You should… you should get some rest, YN.”

You release your sweaty hand from the one of the men in red, and the two leave the room in silence.

It’s just Barbatos and you left, and he turns to you. “I know you don’t remember us, but you are safe here. We won’t let harm befall you again. Rest well, YN.”

#verified hyperfixat post #obey me x reader #barbatos x reader #lord diavolo x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me x you #febuwhump 2023 #febuwhump2023

[zhongrin]

"I will put a muzzle on you"

Didn't know Coviello is into that kind of stuff, what a surprise 😌

And do you wanna know a funny thing?

If I kiss Coviello fast enough, they won't be able to do anything.. hehe >:3

So.

The game is on. 😈💕

"You should only kiss people you truly love. Don't treat this like a game."

#coviello answers #rin's adopted children: coviello #coviello is serving tea to: dresvi #helpsjdlsjdlskdlsjdls

[valen-3o]

Name your characters, tell me their greatest strengths and weaknesses :)

I'm gonna have so much fun answering this 😈

3 notes: one, the links of the characters might be really muddled up since I can't be asked to change em. Two, this is gonna be changed frequently when I introduce a new character. Three and foremost, I'm not adding my high rollers characters on here just yet.

Valeria Anchor -> S: She's ones manipulative bitch, with or without trancing someone. W: Cowards away in situations where she knows she can take control of bcs she's scared if she takes to much from the argument (boss lady's got a fear, shocking ik)

Jordan Joñes -> S: He actually knows how to fight, it's not a myth W: Bro still hasn't solved his daddy issues, jk. He gets overly emotion whenever he sees a kid in the police department waiting room. Mostly likely to do with his own trauma (if that makes any sense 🤷‍♀️)

Amellia Joñes -> S: Bro can sew anything out of thin air. She's also autistic (ASD) so yeah, loads of strengths come from that!

W: Ghosts.

Blair Seaner -> S: Some absolute tech genius. Like can hack shit and stuff, that's why she got hired into DABO

W: Them dog muzzle things. Like the things to keep a dog or wolf's mouth shut. Valeria has put one on her multiple times out of Blair's biting habit as a Shifter.

Kaiden Alson ->S: Mate is really good with kids they all love him whether they like it or not.

W: His past I'll share all that laterrr 🤫

Yasmin Averose ->S: Her telepathic powers, she uses them to her advantages often.

W: She's a big time people pleaser.

Anikic Pipette -> S: He's a dual wielder and one of the last powerful faes so he's got alot of strength from there, as well as being a bear shifter.

W: Valeria. Then again, she's everyone's weakness.

Rohan Reosion (for shits and giggles)-> S: He can make his own comics. He's a little nerd and I love to see it.

W: Blair. Full stop.

Monica O'Blight ->S: W:

Rufus Lesterson ->S: W:

#digital drawing #oc artwork #digital art #supernatural #my ocs #dabo characters #echovale052