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Can you do a breeding kink with shikamaru or shikaku

I will write for Shikamaru any chance that I get. 😌

TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, breeding, degradation, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), pet names (baby girl, baby, princess, doll), choking, hair pulling, biting, hickeys, minors dni

Your back pressed against the wall as he pinned you to it, his body weight pressing into you. Shikamaru's rough and calloused hands rested on the back of your thighs, holding you up as he rolled his hips up over and over, dropping you down onto his cock repeatedly at the same time. "S'good Shika. Fucking hell."

A smirk pulled on his lips as your hands ran through his long black hair, the rare occurrence when it was down giving you that opportunity. You tugged on the ends and a growl sounded in his chest. "Only the best for my good girl." He nipped at your neck and attached his lips to it, sucking harshly.

If Shikamaru didn't leave at least a few marks on you every time that the two of you were together, then he wasn't doing his job. You could feel the pressure under his grip already, knowing that it wouldn't be long until there were bruises there.

Shikamaru's hips moved impossible quicker, thriving off the way you couldn't hold back a single sound. From the screams to something as small as your breathless panting he was a sucker for all of it. "I know you're close, squeezing me so good, princess." He licked his lips as he took one hand away from your thighs and tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. "Gonna see how good you look as you fall apart on my thick cock."

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(Last updated 7-5-2022) Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Sleeping Habits (Head canon)

Steve Harrington

No One Has To Know

Part One
Part Two
Part Three (Coming Soon)
Part Four (Coming Soon)
Part Five (Coming Soon)

Wizarding World

Newt Scamander

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No One Has To Know - Steve x Reader - Part Two

GIF by littlewinchester67

Part One

Character count: 6,317

Word count: 1,128

Warning: SA mentioned

Authors note: i know this is a Steve fanfic, but of course we need some Mom!Robin in here. Enjoy!

You did your best pretending everything was all right. Like you weren't disgusted in just being in your skin. As soon as Steve dropped you off, you showered again, scrubbing your skin to free yourself of the feeling. Any feeling. You were doing your best to disguise that anything had happened.

Thankfully when you returned to work the following day, you were in charge of the stocking, so you didn't need to worry about dealing with customers. You'd get the occasional question, but it helped.

Helped you create your mask before being confronted by Steve or the gang. They would start noticing something wasn't right soon, but you'd have to hold them off till then, wearing longer shirts and sidestepping any questions about that night.

You could only evade them for so long without falling out of routine. So you had one day to finalize your facade before movie night at the Henderson home. You'd keep conversation to a minimum and be extra focused on the movie.

"Dude, Ghostbusters again?"

"Hey, it's my turn to pick!"

"Yeah, but dude, we just watched this."

"It was four months ago!"

"Four months too soon!"

Dustin and Mike were arguing about movie choice as they always do and you took your unassigned seat next to Robin.

"How was work at Family Video?"

She gave you the classic don't ask look, meaning she probably had another unrealistic pile of movies that had not been returned to her liking.

"How was the party?" She quipped back.

You tensed a bit. You should have expected her to ask.

"It was amusing. Someone threw up in punch this time." She gagged in disgust.

"They just keep getting more creative don't they?"

You nodded in agreement, opening a bag of chips and setting it within reach. The couch beside you dipped. From the corner of your eye, you could see it was Steve, but after what had transpired you weren't sure how to approach him.

Once everyone had arrived and gotten comfortable, Dustin started the tape, laid out directly in front of the television. Everything had been going smoothly. Everyone hypnotized by the tale they'd seen many times before, you excuse yourself to get up to make another bag of popcorn. Robin turned to Steve, giving him a confused look. She knew of his unspoken feelings for Y/n, but she could sense something was amiss. He shrugged and chased after you. He found you leaning against the counter, stuffing his hands awkwardly in his pockets, giving you a soft nudge.

"How you holding up?"

You turn towards him, a plastic smile thrown up in defense.

"Shit, Harrington. Give a girl a warning next time." The smile faded as quickly as it appeared.

"I can tell you haven't been sleeping." You glare at him.

"Thanks. I already knew I look like shit."

He wanted to tell you that wasn't true. But he wasn't wrong. You refused to sleep. The very thought of it plagued you, knowing when you did, it would end in disaster.

"Y/n, maybe if you just talked about it-."

"Talked about what? Harrington? What would I possibly talk about?" Your voice, hardly above a whisper, was harsh and laced with malice.

"I-I'm just saying maybe it would help."

Tears, again. God, you were so sick of crying.

You were ready for this night to be over. Ready to escape to the sanctuary of your room, where no one asked questions. You had quickly returned to the group once the popcorn was ready, receiving a concerning glance from Robin.

"I'm fine." You whispered, handing her the bag.

She nodded, not quite believing you. She shot a stern look at Steve as he settled back into his seat. You fought to stay awake in the dimly lit room, jolting yourself conscious every so often. Robin peered at Steve, telepathically asking what had happened. He shot her a look back, looked at you, then shrugged his shoulders.

The movie was finally over, saying your goodbyes, you make a swift exit claiming you were tired. You had made it to the asphalt when Robin called out to you.

"Y/n! I'm not working tomorrow, would you want to spend the night?"

Knowing she would be suspicious if you declined, you accept her invitation. She smiled sweetly, linking arms with you, leading the way through the darkness.

Able to relax once you arrive at Robin's, the sleeping bag on the floor calls to you. You didn't want to give in. You wanted to break down your walls and tell your friend everything that happened. You sat on the floor wearing a pair of her pajamas. She had insisted on it. She currently had her back to you, rambling about Vickie, her newest crush. You were envious of her; beautiful, witty, intelligent, and blunt. She told you how things were, but you could tell she was holding out tonight.

"-and the way she scrunches her nose when she laughs it's so-,"

What she saw broke her heart. One of her best friends, a shell of the person she knew. The way you curled into yourself, uncertain. She set down the cassette in her hands, joining you in your nest. She didn't say a word as she wrapped her arms around you, a cloak of comfort to shield you from yourself. Her presence was starting to chip its way through, cracking your carefully crafted facade.

"Y/n, whatever happened. I'm here."

A single tear fell down your cheek, followed quickly by more. You were now sobbing into your friend's embrace. All the pain and self-hate you had been hiding bubbled to the surface and overflowed.

"I let it happen, Robin. It's my fault." You managed to choke out after the tears had slowed.

"No honey," She stroked your hair, rocking you. Full mom mode had been activated. "None of it was your fault."

"But I couldn't even stop him,"

You felt her freeze under your touch. She already knew. You squeeze your eyes shut, tremors taking over your body.

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

You shook your head, wiping your tears with your sleeves.

"I'll go with you first thing in the morning. I know it's probably the last thing you want to do, but it needs to be done. Just to make sure you're not hurt."

You nod your head, blunt Robin back in action.

"Do you want to stay in the bed with me?" Another nod, your throat raw from crying.

She motioned you towards the bed before she flicked off the light and crawled in behind you. You lean into her, embracing her protection. Your breaths were shaking. The weight in your chest is no longer suffocating, allowing your body to come to the sleep you desperately needed.

#steve #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader protective #stranger things #stranger things x reader #pov #mom!robin x reader #joe kerry

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No One Has To Know - Steve x Reader - Part One

GIF by lurkymurker-deactivated20221030

Character count: 7,073

Word count: 1,316

Warning: SA theme, mentions of underage drinking, if you are sensitive to this topic read at your own risk.

You stumbled through the rain with only one thought running through your head.

Just get to Steve's. Just get to Steve's.

You didn't know what you would do once you got there or why your feet started leading you there after leaving the party. But maybe things would become clear upon arriving.

Your mind was a swirl of pain and feelings, nothing sorted with all the alcohol you had ingested earlier. Rounding the street you can see his house in the distance. Through the pouring rain, you could see the light from his window signaling he was awake. One foot in front of the other. Your breathing hitches as you almost trip on the uneven road, your shoes heavy from the worsening weather.

You wipe away the hair plastered to your face and tug your jacket tighter around your body. On wobbly legs, you focus on making it to the door. The water rippling under each step, how dark and weighted your floral skirt had become. Looking up, you realize how you could see around you, not realizing how quickly you had made it to the front porch of the Harrington home.

You knock firmly, leaning your head against the door relieved for support after the trek. Snapping your head back as you hear the latch click causes you to stumble nearly falling.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

You stand numbly under Steve's gaze, taking in your soaked figure and ruined makeup. You muster a small smile and a wave as he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Come on in, let's get you warmed up."

Stepped to the side he allowed you to enter. It wasn't long before you both were sitting in the kitchen, mugs of hot cocoa in hand.

You sipped away, letting the warmth spread, feeling his eyes bore into the side of your head.

"So, are you gonna tell me why you were soaking wet on my doorstep at 2 am?"

You hang your head, memories of the night flickering in your mind. The reason you came to Steve instead of going straight home. You bite your lip not knowing how to explain what had happened. He sighed for what felt like the millionth time since you came in.

"Look you don't have to tell me if you don't want, but you're not leaving tonight without explaining."

Taking the mug from your grasp, he leads you upstairs to his bathroom, flicking on the light and starting up the shower.

"Soon as you're done I'll lend you some clothes and you can have the futon."

You quietly nod your head, not having the energy to argue. He frowns at you as you quietly start removing your socks before closing the door.

Stepping into the shower you allow the cold to flow out of you, memories becoming more clear. Conversations, people, actions. Your body tensed, remembering why you came to Steve. Tears start to spill, your hands trembling as you grab a sponge to start scrubbing at your skin. Snobs started to catch in your throat as you began to hypervalent. No one would believe you. You were underage drinking at a party, why would they?

You crouched on the floor, wrapping your arms around your legs, wishing that this was just a nightmare and any moment you would wake up. But that was not the case. The water began to run cold, you flicked off the water and wrapped the towel around you. You frowned at your soaked clothes on the floor, a red stain prominent on your skirt that didn't belong. You can tell him tomorrow. No reason to get him all worked up this late.

You tuck the stained garment to the bottom of the pile, hidden from sight, and open the door. Looking around you noted that Steve was nowhere in sight. You stride over to the futon where a neat pile of clothes sat. It was a pair of sweatpants and one of his old basketball shirts. He was always so protective, even when he didn't need to. It was just the way Steve was.

You quickly change, taking a seat on the plush mattress. You flinched as the door opened only to reveal Steve with blankets and a pillow. He didn't say anything about how he had found the blood stain when he went to dry your clothes or how small you looked in his shirt. He knew something had happened, but he didn't want to push you. He handed you the pillow and wrapped the blanket around you, giving you a reassuring nod.

"If you need anything I'll be downstairs."

He turns to leave when you shoot out and grab his hand. He looks back at you when he feels your hand shaking. You needed him there. He sat down beside you, letting you lean against him. He wanted to hug you, tell you that it was all right, that he would never let anyone lay a hand on you ever again. But that would be taking things too far. You were his friend. A friend that needed more support than anything right now.

The rain on the glass filled the silence. It soaked up the questions that polluted the air. You refused to sleep, knowing it would bring about nightmares. So you stayed with your head on Steve's shoulder, allowing his presence to calm you. And he stayed up with you, not forcing you to sleep or talk, knowing you would when you were ready.

Before long the rain had slowed to a drizzle as the sun started to light up the world. You can tell him, he'll understand. But would he? Would he tell Robin and the rest of the gang? Maybe he'd even laugh at you or say you were lying. Regret and humiliation creep into your mind. Anxiety is taking over, making your body quiver. Steve quickly got up, his hand in yours pulling you to your feet.

“Let’s get some food, whatcha feeling Y/n?”

Your hand clasps tighter in his grip, the action not going unnoticed.

“I could make f/f? We haven’t made those in a while.”

A small squeeze gives him his answer, leading you to the kitchen hands still intertwined.

It wasn’t long before he got the kitchen smelling great and live with the radio, he didn’t expect you to help, he just wanted you to get back to being bubbly ol’ you again. You would smile softly at a joke he would say or how he would sing along horribly to songs that would play. He got you to cackle once when You Spin Me Round came on, spinning on his heel so fast he lost his balance and slammed into the fridge. He was rejoicing in your laughter when he saw it. A bruise peeked out from underneath the sleeve on your bicep. He was at your side in an instant. You panicked, tugging the sleeve over the purpling skin.

You now had an ice pack strapped to your arm, silently working on your breakfast. You can feel his stare, telepathically screaming for answers. His leg bounced, the tension and anxiety about to bubble over.

"Y/n, you know you can tell me anything. I want to be able to help."

You wanted to tell him. The words weighed heavily on your tongue, but speaking them would make what happened real and you weren't ready to face it. He tapped the table with his hand, his energy needing other outlets before he burst.

"Steve,"

That look. The look you hated seeing. One of pity, guilt, and remorse. Like he was the reason for what happened.

"I'm just not ready to talk about it and I might not be for a while."

He nods in understanding picking himself up from the table.

"When you are, I'll be here. Until then I can take you home whenever you're ready."

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Sleep Habits - Eddie Munson

GIF by suledins

How I imagine Eddie is when in bed with his partner

Total bed hog!
He cant fall asleep cuddling, but every morning you wake up with his arms curled around you.
He rolls around a lot and when you first start sleeping together he has accidentally kicked you off the bed.
His hair is always a knotted mess when he wakes up so one night you suggest braiding it and now its an every night routine.
Has to have the window open every night, no matter the weather. He loves the smell of nighttime.
He’s actually a light sleeper, constantly checking to make sure you’re okay. (after what happened with Chrissy obviously)
Back scratches to lull you to sleep.
He’s very prone to nightmares after visiting The Upside Down and over time gets insomnia. He watches over you to make sure you’re alright and gets peace knowing you are safe beside him.
Loves it when you wear his shirts to bed!
He loves being the little spoon as much as he loves being the big spoon.
All the forehead and nose kisses while you’re passed out.
The man would be weird and wear socks to bed, sometimes even his shoes.
He definitely has that one blanket he has to sleep with which he does not share, you have your own there of course.
He loves making up stories to tell you before bed, most of them making their way into his D&D campaigns.
An early riser, specifically so he can make you breakfast for you both

#eddie munson #eddie #munson #strangerthings #stranger things #stranger things 4 #strangerthings4 #pov #blurb

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Pranking Bakugou and Hawks by yawning during sex

Note: sorry for being inactive y’all i had family things but i’ll be posting more lmao

Tags: mention of sex, vulgar language, degradation

⤑ requests are open! masterlist || taglist || ko-fi

you have balls if you’re doing this to him
he’d be so offended and mad
you’re not walking for a week after he’s done with you

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He’s thrusting into you with so much force it almost hurts but you try and keep yourself composed knowing that his reaction would make it all worth it. His eyebrow furrows a little and he quickly notices that you aren’t being as vocal as you usually are, he changes the angle of his cock and forces it in even deeper.

You let out a whine but immediately bite your lower lip, you weren’t gonna break that easily. Bakugou on the other hand was slowly getting more and more annoyed. What the hell was he doing wrong? He lets out a low growl before biting and sucking on your neck, clearly leaving behind marks.

It was the perfect chance for you to do it, you let out a loud yawn and pretend to be unaffected. He yanks his head back and looks at you with an intense look. The expression on his face was hilarious, you were trying so hard to hold back your laughter. He looked mad, annoyed, confused and offended all at once.

“D-Did you just fucking yawn, Y/N? What the fuck?!” you put on your best apologetic face before speaking. “I’m sorry, baby. I just— I don’t know it feels different today.” he’s basically fuming at this point, his face red from anger. You couldn’t hold back and ended up bursting into laughter. “Pfft, Please don’t be mad at me. It was just a prank, I was kidding~ You always make me feel good.” but that clearly wasn’t enough for him.

“So you think that was funny? Hm? I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, little brat.” he harshly grips your waist and uses it as leverage before flipping you over onto your stomach, you didn’t even get to process what was happening because he shoved his cock right back into you and started thrusting at an animalistic pace. “You were holding back all your moans earlier, right? Now you’re gonna have to scream my name and beg for me to make you cum.”

yeah no, it is a terrible idea to try and prank your boyfriend
it’s a huge hit to his ego
he will make you regret ever messing with him

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Today was one of those days that your lover, Keigo, wanted to be soft. He wanted to make you feel good so he insisted on going down on you and as he was doing so a thought popped into your head. You were still a little annoyed at him having to leave you on your anniversary for a mission so you decide to have a little fun with him.

You withhold all your reactions, not letting out a single whine or moan and stopping yourself from tugging on his hair and forcing his face deeper. He looked up at you with a confused expression. Was he not doing it right? He’s sure he knows where all you sweet spots are so he decides to make things a little more intense, he takes your thighs and wrap them around his head which forces him into your core. He watches your face wanting to see your reactions of ecstasy but what he got was a bored expression and a yawn.

You knew he saw you based on his reaction. He gets up and presses his hands against your cheek, “What’s wrong, songbird. Not feeling it today? We can stop and cuddle if you want.” he states with a smile. You knew you shouldn’t have pushed it but you did it anyways.

“No, It’s just— I don’t know it feels different today.” his eyebrows raise at your answer. “Different?”

“Yeah, like it’s not as... good.” you were surprised at how well you were fooling him. “Not as good.” he repeats and quietly mutters to himself, a sad look on his face. You felt terrible, not wanting to toy with his feelings anymore you pull him into a sloppy kiss, pulling away and pressing your forehead against his. “I was kidding, Kei.” he looks completely lost. You let out a small giggle, once again speaking, “I said, I was kidding. It was a joke, there’s no way you couldn’t make me feel good. You’re amazing.” a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, you look up at his face and you find a huge smirk on it.

“You scared me there, songbird. But now I gotta make sure you regret ever teasing me like that.” he dives back into your pussy, slurping and licking like a madman, making sure that you cum on his face over and over again until you’re completely overstimmed.

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Synopsis: When Shoto can’t sleep, he finds solace in the touch of his girlfriend.

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader (NSFW)

Word Count: 1437

~~a/n~~: Just a warning, this is 18+ and smutty smut. First time writing this, so leave me some feedback please! Hit that heart, leave a message, and enjoy.

Shoto would never say it, but he had nightmares. Not ones filled with monsters, the end of the world, or villains. No, his were much worse. They held death, agony, and sometimes even his father. He would see his friends perish, just before he could reach them. These nightmares left Shoto feeling hopeless, lost.

There was one cure to them though.

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looking for trouble || dabi

prompt: If you don’t mind, can I request a smut where Dabi sees the female reader being flirty with Hawks and decides to teach her a lesson in who it is she belongs to?👉🏾👈🏾 You can make this as kinky and as filthy as you want😁 @theotakumama ahhh this was so much fun to write! thank you for the prompt pairing: dabi x fem!reader with a sprinkle of cheeky hawks warnings: 18+ jealous possessive dabi? wc: 1.3k

You knew from the beginning that this was a bad idea.

But, Dabi hadn’t been giving you as much attention as of late. He’d been busy and would shrug you off anytime you attempted to initiate anything with him and that left you feeling lonely. Lonely and a bit mischievous.

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Say it again

GIF by wandamaximoffsw

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Word count: Drabble

Warnings: 18+, smut daddy kink

A/n: should be working, inspired by a random thing @sweater-daddiesdumbdork mentioned today. I’m in a mood today, this is all ill be focused on.

A hush falls over the kitchen, thick silence broken by the ticking of the clock above the sink.

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Continuing Orders

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Steve still runs his mouth, but Bucky dishes some back. Word Count: Roughly 3,042 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, cockwarming, spitroasting, possessive behavior. It’s porn. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

Sequel to Following Orders. Steve is still a troll. Bucky throws some shade back his way. Reader gets wrecked in the process. Enjoy!

GIF by itsdatrae

You yawned a bit as you typed out your report. It was a bit unnecessary to use one of the conference rooms for that, but you were avoiding your super soldiers. You loved them so much. You really did. But you had to get your work done without any distractions.

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I'm Yours, Sarge

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Summary: When an agent gets too close to you for Bucky's liking, he gives you his most prized possession.

Prompt:

Warnings: Jealous!Bucky, mentions of threat, dare I say there is a bit of fluff 😏

Author's Notes: This is my first work I've created for @the-ss-horniest-book-club thank you very much for having me! 💜

The divider was made by me 🥰

From the other side of the common room, you could feel Bucky's eyes burning holes into the side of your head. You didn't need to turn to face him to know he was probably sat on the couch with his legs spread open, his arms folded across his chest and a grumpy expression on his face. You just knew and could see from your peripheral, because Bucky was never out of your sight since he found out this new guy was having a major crush on you.

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|| MOB AU ||

:: pairing :: mob boss!Bucky Barnes x black!reader

:: word count :: 9657

:: warnings :: smut, sex, rough sex, choking, vaginal fingering, excessive violence, murder, lots of mentions of blood, mentions of drugs/drug use, mean bucky, possessive bucky, mob boss bucky, toxic relationship probably, deaf!clint barton

:: authors note :: this is for @imanuglywombat 4k challenge! i chose the loft moodboard (embedded at the end of the story) and lyrics from Mecca by Wild Beasts (they aren’t obvious, let see if you guys can find them :)). this was inspired by a few asks from @possessive-suggestions here , here, and here. clint is deaf! asl is in bold. title by, you guessed it, snoh aalegra dying 4 your love.

page dividers by @firefly-graphics and @whimsicalrogers

It’s a brisk night; the air biting your skin as the door of the yellow cab opens. A hand stretches out in your direction, grasping tight as you slide your palm into it and pull yourself onto the curb. A gentle smile crosses onto your lips as you adjust the white faux fur coat over your shoulders, letting it slip down to expose your deep brown skin; your neck and chest as your tennis chain necklace glints underneath the street lamps and the setting sun. You sweep your hair off of your neck and over your shoulder, threading your freshly manicured fingers through the silky strands as the ends fall against your hip, a shiver running the length of your spine as the wind whips again.

“Let’s get you inside, hmm?”

The New York streets are busy tonight. Cabs line the sidewalks, dropping off and picking up, dodging J walkers as they bound across the busy street. You keep your hand in your suitors’ as he guides you towards the small restaurant, your heels clicking against the concrete, the red satin material of your dress bunched in your free hand to prevent it from dragging behind you.

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Monsters in the Woods {S.R/B.B}

Summary: Your attempts to flee the super soldiers go horribly wrong. Whats scarier the monsters you know, or the ones you dont?

GIF by infinity-stones

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count 5.9K

Warnings: Dubcon/NonCon Smut 18+, Primal play, Chase kink (?), knife play, DP, Oral (M/F receiving)

A/N: Catching up on my requests, haven’t written in almost a month, just getting back in the swing of things.

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Do not repost my works anywhere! Feel free to like, comment and reblog, I love that! Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work.

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Not Red Riding Hood

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: You’re not little Red Riding Hood, so why are the wolves after you?

GIF by infinity-stones

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Dark!Bucky x Reader, Dark!Steve x Reader

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 3.5

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: A/B/O dynamics, primal, smut 18+, dark content

𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝒶’𝒹, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃

A/N: From an old abandoned challenge, def. not my best work. posting in response to an ask.

Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work.

The cracked bell dings as you push open the heavy door to the costume shop. The breeze stirs the musty air, dust floating up catching rays of the afternoon sun.The dull chandelier lights casting a low white glow across the displays. Your shoes squeak as you walk across the uneven hardwood floors.

Walking around the rows of candles and books, you spot the racks of outfits on the wall. Tilting your head back, you scrutinize the different costumes. Your eyes settle on a pale blue Cinderella dress and as you reach out to take it, a gravelly voice shatters the quiet air.

“You girls are always so cliché,”

Startled, you spring back, turning towards the voice. Laughing sharply, nervously as you rub your neck.

An dazzling older woman stands leaning on a curved oak cane, purple robes dwarfing her small frame, her long grey braid pulled over her shoulder.

“Um, cliché”, you ask, catching your breath.

“Yes, you girls always pick the weak ones, the sweet ones” she walks over tapping her cane before you. A hint of jasmine reaches your nose as she leans towards your face, “you’re no weak one”. Her warm smile pushing her wrinkled cheeks out, “you’ll make them earn you”.

“Huh” your brows furrowed as you stare.

She chortles, waving her hands around “ the boys, you’ll drive them crazy”. She reaches behind you and takes a costume off the wall “and you’ll do it in this”

The costume is stunning, you trace the intricate details sewn in the wide skirt, she holds the black lace mask up, the delicate material lining up with your face.The hood tapers off into pointed ears.

“I don’t know” you trail off as you notice how low-cut the bodice is made.The Cinderella is more your style, this is bold, daring.

“Put the mask on” she insists as she pushes the thick, yet delicate material into your hands.

Glancing at her then your hands, you slip over your face securing it behind your ears, the mask settles over the lower half of your face, curving over your nose and up the sides of your cheeks.. The material shimmers as you turn your face, your eyes glow in the mirror. A trick of the lighting, you tell yourself.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur gently, touching the snout.

“It’s yours” she states, taking the costume to the front of the shop. Her firm words leave no room for arguments, not that you were one to argue, anyway.

You slip the mask off as you follow her. As she rounds the counter, you place the mask on top of the costume.As she opens the small cash register, your eyes drawn to a small clear Mason jar filled with pink candies.

“That will be forty dollars,”

“Wow, that’s not bad,” Looking at the detail in the bodice, you were expecting it to be out of your budget. You pull the cash out of your purse and hand it to her.

“Halloweens tomorrow, so everything’s discounted”. As she gives you the change, her soft, wrinkled hands place a candy in yours. “take one dear, these are special”

You unwrap it, the candy dissolving on your tongue as a sweet cotton candy flavor floods your mouth. “Thank you”, you murmur, unaware you’re swaying as the flavor fades.

She merely nods, neatly packing your costume into a thin black bag. She writes out your receipt in a small worn pad, ripping out your copy. Giving you the paper and the bag with a knowing smile.

You make your way to the door, blinking at the blinding light filtering through the stained glass door. Part of you wonders when it got so bright out, you lean against the door waiting for your eyes to adjust. After a minute, you steady yourself, waving goodbye.

When the door closes, she takes your photo from her pocket and dials the number written in black ink above your smiling face. As the phone rings, she places your picture above a lit candle, smiling as your face crackles and burns.

“She’s ready,”

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saiyanwhore

A Royal Bloodline // Vegeta One-Shot

A/N: I’m sorry in advance this is really old…

You observed him as he sit quietly at the opposite end of the table, onyx eyes piercing into yours.

You would be lying if you said the Prince wasn’t as handsome as they come. In fact, he was so stunning it made you weak in the knees.

“Vegeta?”

A look of annoyance glazed over the proud Saiyan’s face as he glanced up at Goku, a rather odd chatacter.

“What do you want Kakarot?” Vegeta’s voice grumbled. It was deep and gravely. You felt goosebumps on your arms as you continued to listen to the conversation between the two.

“Can you please Vegeta? Just for a little while? I’m sure Y/N will be glad to help!”

“Before you involve me in any of your shenanigans, I suggest you enlighten me.” You spoke clearly to a confused Goku.

You watched Vegeta smirk at your comment as Goku started talking again.

“I just need someone to watch Goten for a little while! I would ask Bulma, but she’s out on a trip with Trunks. Chi-Chi and I are going out!” His voice dripped with desperation as he looked at you with a worried face.

“I’m game, but it will cost you, Goku.” You nodded in his direction, taking a sip of your water.

“Yes! Thank you, Y/N! I’ll do whatever!”

“I want you to take me with you to train with Whis on Beerus’ planet.” You proudly said, your head held high as both Goku and Vegeta looked at you with wide eyes.

“You are no where near ready, woman! You’d practically be asking for a death wish.”

You leaned forward, baring your teeth at Vegeta. “Now listen here! I’m a Saiyan too, your majesty. I’ve been pushing myself in the gravity chamber while you two leave me in the dirt. No one here can train with me. They’re all far too weak and busy to concern themselves.”

“But Y/N-” Goku interjected. “I think Vegeta is right! You have no idea what you’re signing up for.”

You felt tears sting your eyes as you scrunched your nose and locked eyes with Goku. “I will not be diminished any further! I may be a woman, but I am almost as strong as the two of you! I have every right to be there with you guys. Whether you’d like to admit it or not.”

Vegeta crossed his arms and scoffed in your direction, a disgusted look on his face. “Never compare your pathetic self to me.’

You growled at him before speaking. "Oh, sorry mister self centered. Who was it again that dragged you away from Buu? Oh yeah, right. It was me!”

“You hardly did anything. You simply cleared the battlefield to tend to the warriors. Good to know you can play nurse.” Vegeta remarked, leaning forward into your face.

His nose was inches away from yours and he had a fire in his eyes that you knew not to mess with. Goku must have noticed because he immediately started up again.

“Listen, guys. You both are strong fighters. There isn’t a reason to bicker right now.”

You sat back in your seat and glared at Vegeta before crossing your arms and looking off into the corner of the room.

“Y/N, I think you should train some more in the Gravity Chamber with Vegeta before we decide whether or not to ask Whis to train you.” Goku suggested.

“Fine.”

Vegeta mockingly laughed at you before clearing his throat. “I can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, standing up.

“I’ll be there Friday for your kid too, Kakarot. As long as you promise to give it your all the next time we spar.”

“Deal.” Goku nodded, giving a thumbs up.

*Time Skip*

You arrived at Goku’s and Vegeta was already there. Chi-Chi and Goku had already left.

“Where’s Goten?”

“Dunno.”

“No wonder Bulma left you. You can’t even keep track of the kid you’re supposed to be watching.”

You walked up the stairs before he could say a word. You then went into Goten’s room to see him playing on the floor with his toys.

“Hey, kiddo. How’s it going?”

“Good, Y/N! Just playin’!” He giggled.

“Okay, well…Vegeta and I will be downstairs if you need anything. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You ruffled his hair before exiting his room. You walked down the hall to the stairs. You made your way down them and into the living room where Vegeta still sat on the couch.

You sat next to him, noticing he had his angry face on. You immediately felt a little concerned about him.

“What’s wrong?” You positioned your body so you could face him, his eyes adverting yours.

He just made a “hmph” noise before ignoring you altogether.

You lifted your brow in his direction and hummed long.

“Don’t give me your bullshit, Vegeta. What is wrong?”

“You know, Y/N maybe you should just keep your mouth shut altogether.” Vegeta’s voice started to get louder. “Especially about things you don’t know.”

It immediately clicked he was talking about what you said minutes ago about Bulma. You grabbed the Prince’s arm.

“Gosh, Vegeta I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even thinking.”

“Clearly.” He yanked his arm from your grip and crossed his arms again, looking away from you.

“I’m sorry.”

Vegeta scoffed and stood up, walking away from you and into the kitchen. You turned and watched as he grabbed some water and gulped it down.

“Really, I am sorry.”

“Why do you care so much anyway about my forgiveness? Leave it.”

You looked down, a little embarrassed.

“I care about you.”

“Tch. Give me a break.”

You looked up at him. “I do, Vegeta! I care!”

He ignored you as he leaned up against the counter.

You made your way over to him and looked him in the eyes. Your stomach bubbling as he just stared blankly at you.

“I care about you.” You said for the third time, staring deep into Vegeta’s dark eyes.

His eyes looked away and a large grumble emerged from his chest. You grabbed his arm once more, not taking your eyes off him.

“What I said wasn’t right. I see how much you love Trunks. You’re a good dad, Vegeta. Not to mention a good person. Bulma was crazy to let someone like you go. Especially for Yamcha.”

Your words had surprised the Prince. His eyes were staring down at you and he had completely gone red in the face. His jaw clenched as he bashfully looked away from you.

“Hey guys! I’m hungry!” Goten came trotting down the stairs, a big smile on his face. He stood next to you and stared up at Vegeta who was still recovering from your words.

“Me too!” You looked at Vegeta in the same manner, the Prince growling.

“Yeah, yeah. Fine. Me too.” Vegeta said, walking away from the kitchen and going into the living room.

“Pizza good with you guys?”

“Ooh, ooh! Yes, yes please!” Goten jumped up and down in excitement and Vegeta just threw a thumbs up from on the couch and you ordered.

You dialed the pizza place and they told you it would be an hour, to which you took a seat on the couch next to Vegeta, Goten following.

“So, Y/N. When are you going on that date dad was telling me about?” Goten asked you.

You watched Vegeta’s ears perk up, but his outward emotion remained uninterested.

“You mean Tien?” You smile. “He’s taking me out tomorrow night, Goten. Why?”

Goten giggled and grabbed your hand. “Well because. Daddy says Vegeta likes you and I was just wondering if it was him who was taking you out.”

You burst into a fit of laughter as Vegeta looked as though he was going to strangle Goten.

“Your scum father has no idea what he’s talking about. So I suggest you just shut your mouth.”

Goten looked a little terrified momentarily before you frowned at Vegeta.

“Vegeta. Stop.” You growled. “That’s enough.’

For once, Vegeta sat back in his seat and didn’t say a single word. His arms were crossed and you watched the vein on his forehead appear. He had this look of pure frustration on his face.

"Hey Y/N! Can you help me train?”

“Sure Goten! Go outside and do some warmups. I have to have a word with Vegeta for a moment.”

“Okay!” And out the door he went.

You grabbed the Prince by his collar and gritted your teeth. “What was the for?”

“Shut up, woman. You know damn well that fool Kakarot is chirping things in his kid’s ear.”

“And what should you care, Vegeta? Goten is a child.” You scolded him before letting go of his shirt, sending him flying back onto the couch. “I’ll be outside, thanks.”

You turned on your heel and walked out the front door to train with Goten.

After sometime with Goten, you noticed a certain Prince was watching the two of you leaned up against a tree.

As much as he would hate to admit it, he couldn’t help but to think you were a very good teacher. He was impressed with how patient and how far Goten had progressed within a half an hour of your training.

Not even he had gotten that far with Trunks, which burned some sort of fire inside of him. But he forgot what he was thinking when you appeared in front of him.

“Pizza’s here, ‘Geta!” You smiled as you carried in ten plus pizzas.

He followed you inside where there was almost no wait to indulge in said pizzas. You all ate rather quickly, and sloppily. It was pretty much a given.

And after dinner you left Vegeta alone and tucked Goten into bed.

It was a struggle because Goten always had so many questions to ask you. You honestly adored him very much. He was such a kind little boy and much like his father, as much as you couldn’t stand Goku at times.

When you finally had Goten asleep you turned around to exit, only to find the Prince himself in the door frame watching you with arms crossed.

“Hey.”

“Hm.”

You shrugged as you tried to move past him, but he blocked the way. His muscular form hitting yours.

“Vegeta!” You crossed your arms.

“You’re very good with children.”

“And so?” You raised an eyebrow at the Prince expecting another insulting comment, but his next set of words shocked you.

“You would have made a nice mother.”

And then he disappeared down the hallway, to which you immediately chased after him.

“Vegeta, what is that even supposed to mean?” You grabbed him by his hand and turned him around to look at you.

“Don’t think about what I said too much, woman.” He snarled, snatching his hand from you and walking down the stairs.

You chased after him, trying not to be too loud because of Goten.

“You can’t make comments like that and expect me to drop it.” You said. “I have to know what you’re talking about.”

“I meant exactly what I said.” And with that he sat back on the couch.

“Not fair, Vegeta.”

“Life isn’t, yes.”

“I would make a good mother?” You asked him, this time standing directly in front of him.

Vegeta was beginning to regret what he had said, wishing you would just drop it. But when he looked up at your face and saw tears in your eyes it perplexed him a little.

“Come on, woman! Dry your tears!” He aggressively grabbed your hand and brought you next to him on the couch. He wiped your face with a gloved hand, immediately hating he did so when your eyes pierced into his.

There was a reason why Vegeta has never been close to you and this is it. He thought you were beautiful and he hated it.

He didn’t want to care about you. He didn’t want to like you. He didn’t want his heart to stutter when he saw you. He didn’t want any of it.

He brushed your hair our of your face and you noticed just how gentle he was being with you. It was strange.

“Stop crying.”

To be honest, having children was always a want of yours. But since everything with Planet Vegeta, Frieza, and everything else it seemed impossible. No one had ever shown interest in you. You had even been made fun of by the others a few times about it.

You, being close with Tien, had told him all of this. He agreed to go out with you to get everyone off your back about it. He knew how they could be.

Vegeta still held you, his grip not loosening as he continued to dry your tears.

“I’m sorry, Vegeta.”

He didn’t say anything as he brought you into his chest. You breathed in his scent, trying to calm yourself down. It had been quite a while since you had been in the Prince’s arms. In fact, it was before he left with Whis.

You pulled away for a moment and glanced up at him, taking a deep breath. “I just…” You bit your lip. “I’ve always wanted kids. I guess I just have never really been with anyone. Ya know. After Frieza and all the bullshit. No male Saiyans other than you and Goku.”

“That’s absurd. There are plenty of men on Earth that would be more than willing, woman.”

“I don’t want to be with anyone other than a Saiyan.” You admitted. “It’s important to me. You understand that.”

Vegeta’s face grew red as he questioned. “Why are you going out with Tien then, huh?”

“To get everyone off my back. I don’t know if you noticed, but they like to bring up the fact I’m not with anyone way too often. It’s hurtful.”

Again, silence fell across the two of you as you stared at Vegeta. He was thinking, you could tell by the look on his face.

You had known Vegeta for many years, infact you had both been enslaved by Frieza together. It wasn’t until Namek where you met Bulma and became friends that you joined the group. Even fighting with Vegeta along the way.

It was sort of an unspoken bond between you and him. Something neither of you liked to speak about, but you knew that he was there to understand just what you went through.

It took a tremendous toll on the both of you emotionally. Especially Vegeta.

“Worrying about such things is ignorant, woman.” He started. “Think of all that you’ve been through. All that we’ve been through and use that to strengthen you.”

Your heart fluttered as Vegeta inched closer to you.

“Saiyans don’t give up. You know that.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll take what is rightfully mine then.” You grabbed his hand. “Come on.”

You flew out the window, a confused and slightly flustered Vegeta by your side.

He didn’t know where you were going or what you were on about, but he admired how determined you seemed.

You flew to the roof of Goku’s house and forced the Prince to sit next to you. You both looked up at the sky.

“Vegeta. This is going to sound quite ridiculous.” You laughed nervously. “But every once in a while, I look up at these stars and I see planet Vegeta. I see my father and mother. My siblings. My home. And I think about it being destroyed. I think about how you didn’t really like me much until you saw I was almost as strong as you. And how we trained with each other time after time. After Nappa and Raditz died and you became fixated on surpassing Goku, I realized you’re someone I admire a lot.”

He was silent, his gloved hand still in yours as you spoke once more. “It hurt me a lot when you were with Bulma. But she’s my best friend and I couldn’t do anything about it. There’s something in me that gets worked up just thinking about you. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamt of. I stay awake at night thinking of you and all the memories I have of you and I. It all makes me wish we could have been together. We could have done it all. And I-”

“Just shut up already, you idiot.”

You felt his hand squeeze yours and you eyes went from the sky to him. His face was completely red as he scooted a little closer.

You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him. You felt his hands grab your sides and pull you closer. His lips moved against yours hungrily, sending your head into a flurry. You moved a hand to the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

He pulled away first, looking at you with a small grin on his face.

“Look at how far we’ve made it, Y/N.”

You had never seen Vegeta so open and vulnerable. But he held your hand so tight, and he too thought of all the time you guys had spent together. You grew up together, fighting side by side. You’ve seen him at his worst, and now his best.

Vegeta turned to you one last time and kissed you softly. He scooped you up in his arms and flew downwards.

“Once that idiot Kakarot gets back with his wife.” Vegeta whispered in your ear. “You’re coming with me so we can carry on a royal bloodline.”

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you better not shout, better not cry.

summary. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.

word count. | 13k.

authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! don’t use my gif without permission, and don’t forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvine’s festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).

Make my wish come true… All I want for Christmas is you…

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navybrat817

Method of Control

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Captain Hydra teaches the Winter Soldier a lesson. Word Count: 1,586 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, forced voyeurism, possessive behavior, darkish Steve and Bucky. It’s porn. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

No one asked for this. Think of it a bit like “Following Orders” Steve, but meaner. Enjoy, lovelies!

Captain Hydra and the Winter Soldier had always been the best of friends. Individually they were a force to be reckoned with, but together the world didn’t stand a chance. They watched out for each other. They fought together. They killed together. And they enjoyed their prize together…you.

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