#(i need to add to my rules to pls tag me if you DO answer asks like that i just haven't got around to it)

[theha1r]

well thank FREAKING god for discord webhooks & tumblr's shitty activity bs that made me do it for all my blog bc i cannot see any of my activity on here prior to april 18th - (& pretty much all of it since then has been new followers since i haven't been active)

[msngrgod]

DARLINGSSSSS i have just found this thing called tumblr. absolutely marvelous i will make the other gods make a blog mark my words, ask me anything‼️‼️‼️

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Hey! This is the mod speaking (she/her). If I ever add ooc notes to a post, it will be in the tags with “ooc” before it.

My Hermes uses he/they.

Rules/Important Info

1: Please don’t be bigoted at all. In any way, shape or form.

2: This is an Epic the Musical/Greek Mythology blog. I am not in the Percy Jackson fandom, and if you send asks related to it, I will not answer them. Sorry

3: This is mostly an ask blog but if you send asks starting or relating to RP scenes I’ll gladly respond!!!! If you want to interact with me in any way pls do

4: NSFW/NSFW-related asks are allowed, but nothing that’s heavily NSFW

This is all for now, but I will add more rules if I need to

[anomalouslybrightside-1164]

!1!The Anomalously BRIGHT Side!1!

~The missions of Dr. Bright and 173 Billy!1!!1!1!1! >_<~

This is a lolfoundation based Au which happens between 2002-2014, keep it in mind before asking about nowadays stuff or memes jj This is a pretty recent Au, so I will probably be improvising some stuff heh

I will try to remain active and answer everything, but I might take time since I'm prone to have art block (I will draw all the answers ^^) and I'm usually busy with other stuff both online and irl!!

Besides using this blog as an ask blog, I will probably be posting comics about this Au here! But normal art about this Au will still be posted on my main (I will also reblog on my main everything I post here tho, and will reblog here all art Bright&173 art I post there!)

My main account is @evanwevand, if you wanna DM me or something do it there! (I won't follow anyone in this acc, so if I follow back it will be with that one --)

⏬Rules and Boundaries below!!⏬

"//Whut can I ask??"

Pretty much anything you want! My intention is to not post much or anything about the context (especially 173's), apart from art and comics, so you have to find out by asking stuff!

Although most of the Au content will be random bullshit (as in lolfoundation), there might be a bit more serious stuff on lore aspects (I will always put TWs on tags and over the post tho dw)

But still...

I would more comfortable if my DNI from my main account was respected here as well, especially the proshipers, zionists, all kind of discriminative stuff DNI :3 I would also include anti bright people but idk why someone anti bright would even want to interact with this anyways?? I don't want to block much people here, so pls don't force me!!!!

Keep in mind that both 173 and me irl are minors, so don't ask weird/NSFW stuff (suggestive stuff to Bright is fine tho!! °w°)

It's kinda unsettling that I ACTUALLY need to clarify this on here too but NO, I DON'T SUPPORT ADMINBRIGHT/THEDUCKMAN/MICHAEL PETERS or however you want to call that shit

Related to the previous one, refrain from asking anything remotely related to Dr. Bright doing the same that his irl author did but to 173... It's not funny, it's fucking disgusting ☠️☠️☠️

These are all the rules by the moment!! Please don't make me add more stuff by personal experience

"//Does this Au happen on <my ordinary Canon>??"

Actually yes!! Just happens on different years, that's why Dr. Bright looks different here!

If you want to ask any doubt towards me directly, put // before the question, so I can distinguish out of context things!

↘️!!Tags!!↙️

#ooc -> Out of context questions ofc

#🔆 -> Ask for Dr. Bright

#🥜 -> Ask for 173

#🔆&🥜 -> Ask for both Bright and 173 (I will still put the individual tags for search)

#lory lore -> Comics!

#evan does art -> My ordinary art

[iceunhie]

@ ICEUNHIE'S BLOG RULES !

» content: writing, engaging, rambles, asks, etc. the whole shebang

DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF: you are homophobic, transphobic, actively hate and engage in discourse and start drama that can harm others, racist, and if the basic dni criteria apply to you. i will not hesitate to block you.

— WRITING !!

➣ all my works are exclusively and strictly sfw, however, suggestive and implied content will be marked appropriately followed by an age limit.

( side note : do not interact, comment or reblog the post if you don't meet said age limit. )

➣ scroll away from my blog immediately if you intend to bring discourse/drama/hate. i do not need that kind of negatively, nor do i ask for it. save that hate for yourself.

➣ my writing consists of a horrendous mix of gender neutral/genderless readers, with the occasional female reader on the side that will, rest assured, be appropriately tagged as such; my work is meant for any orientation to enjoy! i also refer to my readers as either [name] or y/n.

➣ spoilers in any of my content will be marked and shown appropriately!!

➣ most of my work isn't proofread and capitalization isn't consistent, so sorry for that 😞😞

➣ my fics will occasionally feature grammatical errors and proofreading mistakes as well as dubious wording (☠️) as english is not my first language. pls bear with that T_T

➣ my readers often have a little bit of a personality in them! ill add random quirks and small details (habits, jobs and goals) about them that helps contribute with their dynamic/plot with the character. they may not be targeted to the audience most of the time, so i do hope you can still enjoy my work </3

— INBOX RULES & ASKS!

➣ PLEASE don't vent/traumadump on my inbox, it makes me uncomfortable and unsure of how to respond, so please just don't.

➣ again, for the love of everything good in this world; i don't accept requests, most especially request sent in during a period I'm unable to actually attend to them. there are periods in time when i may open them for milestones, but aside from that, you aren't getting anything from me, i apologize 😓

➣ i really love talking and interacting with people, despite how introverted my blog may look lol, so if you ever want to say something to me, do send me an ask (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)—♡

➣ i really try to answer asks as fast as i can, but there are some i gatekeep because they make me feel happy reading them hehe.

➣ if you're wondering why i don't answer brainrot asks, it's probably because i'll use the idea soon too or that life got the best of me. im sorry 😭

DO NOT, under any circumstances, use and repost my work or use it for AI purposes or anything associated with AI.

— ABOUT (M)HI(E) (get it?)

➣ i follow selectively and block liberally. blank blogs that have no reblogs in them or pfps will be blocked.

➣ do not spam like my fics/works; if you're enjoying my content, a reblog or a comment along with that will go a long way, more than likes!

➣i will hardblock/softblock mutuals if you've crossed any of my rules and/or have made me uncomfortable. while i'm not required to reveal the reason for breaking the mutual, please send an ask off anon so i can explain and talk about it in private.

thank you so much for reading my rules! here is my MASTERLIST at your viewing leisure. enjoy!

guys (gn) go ham in my inbox, ily /pos i apologize in advance if i end up capslocking everytime

[thenamesmobu]

"New Snow Level.."

Hi pls read the message down bellow, I got something to announce, thank uuu

THIS IS A DTIYS, YOU GUYS

WAAA THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR BRINGING ME TO THIS MILESTONE‼️‼️

I'M SO GLAD TO BE ABLE TO BRING MY CONTENT HERE AND YOU GUYS ACTUALLY ENJOYED IT DKSHJSHS. So to celebrate, I'm opening this DTIYS from now to the 20th of July.

So here are the rules:

You can slightly alter their poses, however, don't miss the point of the main drawing

You can add more background to your itteration of this art and even include your own Stanley and Narrator there, just make sure they're on the back

You can do this digitally or traditionally

Do not trace or steal other people's ideas or make the exact same drawing as this one

The floating Hands must be drawn

Adding dialogues is allowed

The drawing has to be set at night time

Don't forget to tag me in your art

Have fun

If you guys got any questions then please do ask me either from my DMs, reblogs, or comments

I'll be sure to answer them. There's probably other rules I need to put, but I'm not sure what to come up with, but I'll update them through the reblogs.

Here are some references if you guys need them:

Here's the flatcolored version of the artpiece above:

I know I haven't drawn William (my Stanley)'s complete reference sheet, but here's the fullbody flatcolored one I got that's enough for now:

Here is Devin's refereces (don't forget that he has a small ponytail on his head):

I'll say this again, thank you guys so much for bringing me to over 100 followers. I'm grateful to be apart of the TSP fandom and I can't thank you guys enough for accepting me :')

[dinner-with-strahd]

Strahd von Zarovich - Ask Blog Information

🧡 OOC Information 🧡

[aka the place i can be as syripsy as i want. hehe lowercase letters, go!]

hii! im syrips (any pronouns 30 y/o), im a shameless strahd simp and i made this blog because i enjoy rping as strahd as a DM. so i was like 'well this seems like an enjoyable way for others to rp/engage with strahd too'

another reason is because when i DM with strahd, i literally forget what strahd says/does and it bums me out.. at least with these i can reread them ooc and be like 'woah, thats cool!!' or w/e HAHah

anyways im new to rping on tumblr so pls feel free to message me ooc if needed, thank you and hope you all enjoy this silly little ask/rp blog, my beloveds!!

🦇 Rules / Info: 🦇

Please Read: Strahd's default mannerisms may come off as abusive, toxic, and/or triggering. Please be mindful of trigger warning tags and sensitive content. Read the Legend below for alterations, adjustments, requests, and information so you have a comfortable and consensual experience!

Anon asks are fine, but anything that seems nsfw and I can't confirm your age will probably not be answered.

Must be 18+ for nsfw asks. Your profile must have your age or indicate in some form that you are 18+.

I have no limits with what I receive, but I will tag, warn, and spoiler sensitive/triggering content to provide a safe space for others. I love enabling all forms of fictional/rping indulgence, but I also want to make sure we're all enjoying it in our own consenting and fun ways.

"Dinner with Strahd" was chosen as my url because it usually holds a very immersive meaning to players/DMs. However, interactions with Strahd are not assumed to be literally in the dinner hall unless stated with (dinner) or implied through context.

🩸 Default: 🩸

If something is not stated, these are the defaults that I do for Strahd. Some are based on canon, and some based on fanon. If you want him to react or behave in a specific/different way, see the Legend below.

Strahd is a vampire, with a visual appearance of someone in his mid 30's to 40's.

Strahd is Bisexual.

Strahd's default pronouns are he/him.

Strahd is patient, charming, and predatory.

Strahd is only intimate/predatory to adults.

Strahd is an unreliable narrator/host.

Strahd will respond as though you are communicating in person, with a letter/familiar, or a sending spell.

Strahd supports trans/queer rights because he wants to see his Beloved's radiant smile in the perfect form.

🖤 Legend [do people still call it that??] 🖤

[Closed bracket things] : i use this when i want to talk OOC

(Parentheses) : you tell me what you want in here. it can be as vague or as unlimited/detailed as you want. more detail = more accuracy. examples are below

TW : i will use this, along with the spoiler/keep reading thing, along with the tw in the tags for sensitive/specific content

Parentheses Examples:

you can add this anywhere, but i recommend in the beginning or end of your ask/message.

Example:

"hi strahd you smell dumb hehe (fluff, PC: Zinnira - fallen aasimar, rogue, sent letter with rat)"

then wham he'd respond with a silly/wholesome/funny banter or message - easy peasy!!

Random Suggestions for words to use if you want to use the Parentheses:

(fluff/comfort/good/nice/etc.) : use words like this for nice, wholesome and/or comfort strahd response

(beloved) : strahd will respond as though you are his beloved. yes, that Beloved.

(enemy/rival/conflict/etc.) : use words like this and strahd will respond as though you are his enemy [or he is yours]

(scary/evil/creepy/possessive) : im fine with these but please add if you have any limits/hard no's/boundaries, i want you to enjoy it and not actually be uncomfortable irl/ooc!

(PC - race/lineage, class, etc.) : give me context of your PC! [you can even send me google docs for context hehe i love reading]

(f/o imagines) : strahd isn't my f/o, but i enjoy these. you can also add words like if you want it to be cheesy, fluff, flirty, scary, funny, sfw/nsfw, etc.

([gender or pronouns here] Strahd) : adjusts strahd's gender/pronouns

([personality style/alignment] Strahd) : adjusts strahd's personality/alignment

(in person/dinner/letter/sending spell/etc.) : use words like this if you want your ask/message to be received in a specific way

(other oddly specific stuff) : literally go wild, this is your little ooc bubble of telling me what YOU want. have fun, my beloveds! 🧡🧡

[yourfavoritecascade]

Cascade’s [New-ish] Pinned Post! 

Hey there traveller!

I’m Cascade(Cass for short if ya want ig), I’m technically new here in the grand scheme of things and have resorted to posting lil things I make for fun. I have been improving so far and this blog is mostly to track my progress and maybe make some friends along the way! 

Status an such:

General Mood(gonna change pretty frequently: currently waking up from long ass hiatus

Asks: Open! Type away! (Feel free to put in requests as well btw)

DMs: Open, I’m willing to talk :) (keep in mind I’m a minor, pls be reasonable)

Art Trades: Sure, but I might be a lil slow :/ I'll try my best tho!

I also have a Ko-fi if anyone’s interested and would like to support me <3

Some other semi-important things below the cut:

Some frequent tags I use: 

Cascade’s art: Things I’ve drawn, often full pieces

Sketches and such: Little doodles or wips, things like that

Frens: My mutuals! Doesn’t matter if ur my mutual & we’ve never talked, if I’m rbing or talking abut smth made by a mutual, the tag will stand :) 

The Water Talks: My rambles and speeches, occasionally accompanied by doodles or smth, mainly just spewing my thoughts out onto my posts

Rw Robotic Mythology: My rw au! I’ve slowly been cranking out random stuff related to it, feel free to send in asks abt it as well. The tag for the rlly important stuff is ‘Da big lore’ I just put it on a post as a joke once and it stuck lmao 

I also do my best to put the appropriate trigger warnings for certain things, keep in mind I’m not sensitive to most of it and I may not notice it, feel free to PM me if you need smth trigger tagged 

Some random other facts abt me:

-Canadian(More specifically I hail from the flat lands((the prairies))) 

-Very keen on botany & plants in general, if you enjoy these things we will be great friends :) 

-I have a doggie named Rocky and will endlessly spam pictures of him to those who asked and those who didn’t >:)

-I’m a proud follower of the ‘use any light(s) but the big light’ rule 

-I have a kinda old and kinda cringe WP acc w/ an original story of mine w/ occasional updates planned soon. Go check it out if ur willing ig (I'm also more than willing to answer questions abt said story, it's been in the making for a while :) )

Might add or update other things later, for now, enjoy the blog darlings! <3

[ryndicate]

꘏ General ꘏

About

This blog (mainly) creates and also interacts with dark content. I place warnings for all my content, so proceed at your own risk.

we are very very multifandom here. i hyperfixate a lot, and my adhd is sitting proudly at the wheel. whatever character my brain chooses for the day is usually how it goes. characters I write for are linked in my masterlist even if I haven't put anything out for them yet. I add as I go

I’ll be real and say that I frequently dip away from tumblr for a couple days rather often; I have a low social battery that drains even when I’m shitposting to no one in particular. But I love to chat so don’t hesitate to send an ask, I’ll get back to them next time I’m online :)

DNI’s 

My content is not suited nor intended for minors. 18 and up please and thank you. If you don’t have an age marked somewhere visible I will block. “18+” “adult” “legal” etc are not acceptable and will result in a block.

Blank blogs annoy the piss out of me but I'm too lazy to block them all so just have an age listed okay.

do not interact with my content (reblogs especially) if your own blog rules are not 18+. If i see 17+ or similiar, that makes me uncomfortable.

no dc anti’s (if you know how to scroll past, this doesn't include you) hate will be ignored. if you don’t like my content, the stuff i reblog, or the things i say, just block me or unfollow. 

if you ask for part 2s. it’s a rude thing to do in general. 

Rules and Asks

I typically answer all my asks, I don't ignore people so if I'm taking awhile to respond it's either because i havent seen it or I'm thinking on a response. However, if I think an ask is worded in a way that would make others or myself uncomfortable, check my return to sender tag. I'll probably have made a post with a response without directly posting the ask itself.

I do need a listed age to feel comfortable responding! Please no trauma dumping. And I'm awful at writing comfort so pls no "what would Chara do" h/c situation asks 🥲 I'm bad at them. Awful. The result of my attempt would somehow make your day worse. For your own mental health just pls do not lol.

I'm down with being called bb/babes,girl by just about anyone. But bitch/bestie/love are reserved for mutuals and discord friends, those are very important terms of endearment for me and it feels off getting them from people I don't know.

If you send me compliments about my writing we’re valentines. this isn’t even my own rule, this is cosmic law. 

Writing Info

I write every day, but I write and post at my own pace, the pace my irl life allows. If something is listed in my wips, I’m working on it so please don’t demand content from me.

The stuff I write is usually explicit, and even when it’s not has mature, dark, or unsettling natures to it. Not every fic will include these topics but beware they may contain incest, a/b/o, monsterfucking, horror, yandere etc. Here’s a little link to give you an idea on more, listing them can get tedious so i keep it separate and update it as I go.

I don’t do requests (commissions aside) but if you want to tell me your thoughts on a character, or maybe put them in a messy little situation, it might spark something in my mind and a little something might come of it, you never know ;3

what do i not write... hm. scat. vore. the Obvious. Other than that this is a really tough Q bc my mood switches up a lot. Sometimes I go on a single trope spree, other days I will write criminal level fluff in one hour and shiver inducing dark alley shit in the next. I have so much range, please expect me to use it.

[herofics]

Hey! Was wondering if you did suggestive content? (I was about to put slightly but this is very much out there, still not fully down and dirty though I don't think ((unless you wanna go there? 😏/hj)) so don't worry 💀💀)

So I was wondering, Dabi, Toga and Twice separately with a gn!so, right? And the s/o is like very open and expressive with everything, very important to note that it's very, very rare to actually see them like shyly flustered for this next part 💀

So basically, one day they're like in private with their s/o and like they're in the mood and whatever and it's building up to the actual thing but like when they're like just about

The *very* open and *very* expressive and *very* confident s/o just starts acting like extremely shy and flustered / embarrassed about everything... basically just a virgin... but... times... pi. Yes. Times pi.

"Oh my god naked bodies 😃😲😳😳🤯😳🤠😳🤯😳🥳"

"OH MY GOD SEX 😟🤓🙁😎😖😥😦😲🤪🤫😐🤭🤭🤗🤪🤗😝😗🥲🥰☺🥰🙃🙃🥰☺😅😝"

"OH MY GOD WE'RE *BOTH* NAKED 🤯🥳🤠🥳🤠🥳🤠🤯🥵🤠🥵🤯🤠😥🤠😥"

"STOP WHAT IF I DONT DO IT RIGHT 💀💀💀💀"

"UHH ARE YOU SURE ABOUT LIKE... DOING... *THIS*???? 😩😫🤯🥳😈😳😳😳😳"

Puts their arms around their head (kinda like deku actually! Just remembered he does that with homegirl uraraka) and just blushes at the fact that they're maybe, possibly, PERHAPS gonna go down. Honestly also just thinks about how beautiful their s/o is all the while 😇

PLS IM SORRY FOR THIS ITS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR AGES AND IF UR UNCOMFY I UNDERSTAND LIKE BEYOND CONPLETELY BUT AS THAT ONE IMAGE I SAW LIKE MONTHS AGO SAYS

"aw man! I can't find the fic that I want on tumblr! And not even the sickos on Ao3 have it, but I can't go about writing it myself!"

So I'm begging for help to my fav fic writer here 💀 I am so sorry that you had to be cursed with this ask 🙏 I truly am

I made you some HCs, since I didn’t feel like doing scenarios and I can fit more stuff into them. I’ve been meaning to add to the rules that suggestive stuff is okay, and I hope this is okay. Toga is aged up to 18 or over and the guys are with a partner of their own age too. I have this one NSFW Dabi post if you want something actually smutty, it’s older so probably not very good. If someone doesn’t want to see posts of this type, blacklist the tag: suggestive. Thank you for requesting this, it was fun to write

Minors stay away I guess?

~Twice/Jin Bubaigawara~

•Twice has not had an intimate relationship since his incident with the whole personality split thing

•He’s very much into you, but he hasn’t pressured or even really asked about if you would like to get intimate with him, because things are enough for him as they are

•Don’t get me wrong he’s totally down to fuck if you want to, but he doesn’t bring it up

•So when you’re a stammering, flustered mess and you’re muttering about how you don’t know what you should do or what you even like really, he’s telling you he’ll make sure you enjoy it and have a good first time

•When the clothes come off you’re sitting on his lap and he’s kissing your neck and his hands are traveling up and down your sides and back

•He keeps talking the whole time, praising you and telling you how good you’re doing, but there’s probably just a little bit of degradation thrown in there too, because that’s just how he talks and is

•So don’t take it badly, if you’re not into that, he tries to keep it to the praising though

•Twice makes sure to keep asking you if you like what he’s doing, because he needs the reassurance too

•You answer his questions, and ask if you’re doing things right and if he likes what you’re doing, but otherwise it’s all moaning and whimpering from you

•Twice doesn’t care about his own pleasure that much, he just wants to make sure you enjoy yourself as much as possible

~Dabi/Todoroki Touya~

•Dabi hasn’t had many relationships, at least not very permanent ones, it’s mostly been about sex for him with the people that came before you

•But it’s different now, he wants to prioritize someone else other than himself for the first time in a long time

•So when you’re getting a bit hot and heavy and he asks if it’s okay to go further, you’re really not sure what you should say or do

•You get super awkward and whisper super quietly “I’m a virgin”

•Dabi can’t make out what you’re saying, because you’re so quiet, so he asks you to repeat yourself

•You’re a bit frustrated, sexually and just normally, so you repeat it pretty loudly

•Dabi chuckles and goes “It’s okay sweetness, I’ll take care of you”

•It’s pretty slow going at first, because he wants you to be sure that you like what’s happening

•He probably kisses every inch of your body during the whole thing, and you’re very much reciprocating

•Dabi is taking the lead in  the situation, but he makes sure you enjoy everything he’s doing as much as he does

•He can get a bit rough at times, but it isn’t his intention to hurt you, unless you want him to of course

•He doesn’t talk much but when he does, he’s praising you, telling you how good you feel and how beautiful you are

•Afterwards he holds you close and makes sure you feel alright and that you enjoyed the whole thing

~Toga Himiko~

•Toga hasn’t actually really dated anyone before you, not seriously anyway, and even if she did, she would’ve most likely just ended up killing her partner before it got intimate

•So she’s never had sex either, but she is very interested and she thinks you’d be a great person to have her first time with and maybe even experiment a bit with

•So when you’re making out and you’re both starting to feel like you want to take it a step further you ask each other if you’re up for it

•Toga is more on the “taking initiative” side, so when she’s straddling your hips and kissing and biting on your neck, she notices you seem pretty frozen in place

•So she lifts her head and you’re bright red and you’ve wrapped your arm over your eyes

•She asks if you’re okay and you start stammering like “Yeah-yeah, I’m totally fine, nothing to worry about here, no sir, I so-so know what I’m doing”

•Toga giggles a bit, because you’re so flustered and awkward, she just asks what’s bothering you and sits on top of you still

•You kinda squirm and try to avoid the question, but Toga starts tickling you and you give in quickly because you end up barely being able to breathe

•You tell her you’re a virgin and you have no experience with this stuff, so you don’t want to disappoint her or do something wrong

•She tells you she’s not experienced either, and that you don’t know how it is until you try

•You’re both fumbling around, you more than Toga but still

•Toga is taking the lead a bit and you’re both exploring each other’s bodies, inch by inch

•Toga takes your hand and puts it on her lower belly, letting you decide where to go from there

•It’s a great time for both of you, many good times are achieved, many times in a row, by both of you

•Toga bites a lot though, so there is bound to be some blood involved, but not too much, because she is pretty much like a vampire

•In the end you’re both pretty tired, but very, very happy

[euphorickaeya]

100 FOLLOWER EVENT BANNER (CLOSED)

EVENT WISH: WISTFUL GRACE.

honey’s notes: welcome to honey’s 100 follower event! yes I know it has only been two fics, but I thought this would also be a good way to interact more with my followers!

I wanna thank all of those wonderful people who followed me , and are able to join me on my journey to a great blog! I hope you guys countinue being with me as I write more and more fics about genshin impact!!

now, onto the event!

how the event works :

like a genshin banner, there’s 1 star to 5 stars.

one star : how does [character] act when their god..[question of your choice]. (ex. how does Diluc act when their god suddenly kisses him on the cheek?) [sagau]

two star : love/confession letter from [character]. (ex. dearest, y/n…from kaeya.) [non-sagau] ( I don’t take anons for this part of the event, I need a name from you and so I can tag you because the letters for you and you only! )

three star : [event of your choice] with [character]. (ex. beach date with beidou!) [can be sagau-related]

four star : [quote] with [character] (ex. “the world’s ending but I’m here with you, so I’ll be okay.” with dainsleif) [can be sagau]

five star : a AU matchup with a genshin character!! [now I have never done this before so please don’t complain if you don’t like the character I matched you up with! ] [non-sagau] (pls write, your favourite song, your aesthetic, fav romance trope, something about you and your zodiac!)

how to request : all you have to do is send me an ask like this :: “hi! Can I pull a [star of your choice] with [character] ?” If your req has something to do with more info, just add onto it, like this! :: “hi! Can I pull a five star with [character]? my fav song is… and my aesthetic is…etc.”

rules of the event ::

so my rules still apply to this event! So read before requesting please!

this event will only last for two weeks! So from November 9th to 21st, will be ending at 12:00 am MDT.

Please specify the pronouns you’d like for me to use!

any event requests made after the 21st will be deleted, any unfinished requests will still be posted!

I’ve tried to do this type of follower event before, and it kinda failed? So do not be afraid to ask me if something about the event is confusing you! I’ll try my best to give an explanation or an answer! ^^

i will have a list of prompts/quotes for you to choose from, but I am open to any prompts for the four star part of the event! also most of these can be just neutral, they don’t have to be yandere, but please do state if you want it to be yandere!

most importantly, I can only do 2 requests max per person, if you do want to do 2 requests put them in the same ask! It’ll leave me the trouble of looking for the asks that are from the same anon/blog.

and finally, have fun!

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ::

most of these were from different prompt lists like these: list, list, and list.

ANGST :

“please stop hiding them from me.”

“don’t do that, don’t push me away.” “I can’t help it.”

“you’re the problem!”

“no matter how much I try, I can’t forgive you.”

“I don’t want to be this..person, if it’s not for you.”

“They don’t deserve you, but I do!”

“I will always love you.” “Even if I don’t deserve it?”

“I can’t let you go, please you’re all I have.”

“they’re everything I wanted to be, I can’t compete with that.”

“I know you’re in love with them.” “how’d you know?” “You never looked at me the way you look at them.”

FLUFF / CRACK :

“it’s not an addiction! It’s a coping mechanism..”

“I slept for like..2 minutes.”

“you’re my new pillow.”

“wear what you want, I can fight.”

“the stars are aligned, I’m telling the truth!” “Yeah and they’re telling me to punch you.”

“I’m going to cry if you don’t hold my hand.”

“Protecting you isn’t my duty. It’s a privilege.”

“actually..I kind of missed the feelings of your arms around me.”

“can you just hold me? i don’t want to talk about it..”

“it’s been ages since I had a nightmare..why now?”

“we should skinny dip.”

“oh look at you! Goodness, you’re so cute!”

“tickle!” “Stop it! I’m trying to be serious!”

SUGGESTIVE / SMUT :

“you like getting under my skin, don’t you?”

“too tight! too tight!”

“my bedroom’s on the left, three doors down. you know, if you change your mind.”

“It’s a simple one night stand, or maybe even a weekend-stand, depends on how you perform tonight.”

“I never knew you could dance like that.” “I’m quite flexible actually.”

“you can kiss me, you know.”

“I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

“you look good with my hands around your throat.”

“ten? I only need five.”

“you wish my hands were around your throat instead of that necklace, don’t you?”

“what would your people think if they knew you were such a obedient servant for me?”

[soulprofitis]

my rules and about until i can make a carrd! :D

i'm fer, 21, he/him, gay and trans so don’t be weird. blog is 18+ (i won’t rp nsfw/aka erotica on the public blog itself, but might post stuff with it so just be aware!)

independent, selective; i’m new so i don’t have any mutuals yet, though i’d prefer to rp with them if i do.

no proship, no incest/rape/pedophilia. pls respect that. i’ll block anyone that can’t deal with me having a boundary.

i may drop threads! this is not usually purposeful, i’m still figuring out how to keep track of things TuT my apologies

6.0 spoilers, i will often tag them if they are Big Ones, but… hyth is a bit of a spoiler in himself.

about my interpretation: hyth has every gender and none, uses he/him and they/them without any preference!

msg me for any close/important relationships you’d like to try out! i prefer to chat things over first so everyone involved is comfortable. i’m open to various pairings w/ chemistry, mostly among the ancient characters, of course, haha. this is also open to wols/azems!

also this will probably always be multiship and i do not currently have any mains! (if that changes i will post about it + update this ^-^)

opening asks: i accept rp memes and character asks always!! it may take me time to get to each one because i like to put a lot of thought into them, but i will answer most unless the ask is inappropriate/makes me uncomfortable.

i’ll gladly take starters / prompts / plot ideas from people who want to write with me! shoot me a message if you would like to tag me or have me write a starter!

triggers will be tagged if needed! i’m glad to add more tags if anyone needs, in case i miss something.

i’m open to rp on discord as well; i’m relatively new to tumblr rp so my formatting may not be perfect! if you’d prefer rping in dms over discord, just let me know!

if my theme/posts are ever difficult to read, please let me know and i will fix it asap!! i really want my blog to be accessible, it will never bother me to make them that way for you

thank you so much for anyone who sees this! <3 i appreciate any msgs / interest anyone might have!! i’ve really wanted to rp ffxiv for a while and finally had to jump in.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

red, white, blues in the skies, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes

summary: Can you write a daddy kink and spanking fic with Steve? Hes all about it at first but then all hell breaks lose🥵🥵 You know you said somewhere that Steve's so respectful when fucking you and so THOROUGH. Thank you😘😘 --requested by @donutloverxo

i just want to take a moment to thank you so much for messaging me a while back when my friend moved to california. it was a sad night for me but your messages honestly made me feel better. even the ransom one, which i still need more details on. is he okay? i feel like he would cry. anyway, hope you like this!

warnings: everything. anal. choking. spanking. biting, mentions of blood maybe. don’t judge me. hair pulling. breath play. major daddy shit, you know, the usual.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

a/n: so sorry for any typos! i am about to be late for a tattoo appointment! and for that reason, I know i missed some of the people who asked me to tag them in my chris evans fics so i apoloize! so if i did pls message me and i promise i will add you to my tag list in my phone asap!

The question of how you got here—bent over Steve’s thighs, your ass propped up, stripped naked—could have been given many, varying answers, depended on who you asked. Steve would claim it was attitude, sheer disrespect. You would credit it to him not paying enough attention to you. Why you got here, that only had one answer. Because you wanted to be here.

It started last night. You were out with Steve, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and Okoye. Okoye and Bucky were, when drunk, very simply, philosophical hippies. They wanted to talk about the universe and how we were all destroying the planet and each other. Sam just got plain annoying and needed to annoy Wanda. It was the weirdest thing, he just needed to get on her nerves. He would get competitive about who was drinking more, he would challenge her to anything. Darts, once, a race back to the compound another. That ended terribly, but neither seemed capable of recalling that past a certain level of alcohol intake.

That left Steve, this authoritative presence—always able to get you wet, but when you were drinking, your friends were surrounding you, acting like children, and he was just there, you were hopeless. He was strong and always so sure of himself, that was what you loved most about him.

Everyone was scattered around the bar. You had disappeared for the restroom and once you got out, Wanda and Sam wrangled you into a conversation about who was a better lead on missions.

Steve was at the table, his phone in sight because he was Captain fucking America. He was the most important man in existence and he always needed to be available for his country, or the world, more accurately. That used to be an issue, before Thanos, before they fixed everything. That used to strain your relationship, never knowing when he was going to be called away. It was rare now, so rare, but his habits were tough to break. He had a beer bottle in his hands, sipping here and there, but mostly, he was watching you. Only you. He came out to be a babysitter, but it was barely a job he took seriously.

He just wanted to be with you.

You made your way to him after it seemed Wanda and Sam had forgotten you were there at all. He set his beer down on the table and took your hips. It was a move of pure control, you couldn’t get away from him, but you also couldn’t get closer to him. “What do you say? Should we call it a night?”

“It’s been an hour,” he pointed out.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “That’s why you haven’t been drinking much.”

“I missed you, daddy.” Daddy? It was a key to the lock that sometimes was Steve Rogers. Was there anything you couldn’t get him to do while you were calling him daddy?

“How much?”

You scoffed. “What?”

“How much did you miss me?”

“What kind of question is that? I miss you a lot when you’re gone. I ache until you’re back home, falling asleep with me, waking up with me. I understand that you’re a Cancer but you’re being so extra right now.”

“No, I’m just being curious.”

“Do you need me to show you how much I missed you?”

“What if I do?”

“Then I will do anything you ask,” you guaranteed, “I would get on my knees right now, daddy. I would let everyone watch me choke on your cock, let them all watch you fuck my face.”

He nodded once. “I don’t think such a grand display is necessary. Especially given that I could just watch you fucking a toy last night, despite my clear instructions that you were not allowed to.”

Your face flushed. “You…were watching me?”

So, it had been a mutual decision to set up a camera in the bedroom. When he was gone and he could call, it just made phone sex easier. When he came home, that sex was always something else. You liked watching it from time to time. However, he was not supposed to be using it to make sure you weren’t breaking rules! That wasn’t fair, that was a major invasion of privacy.

“Yes, I was watching. I missed my baby girl, wanted to see her beautiful face, her stunning fucking body.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Were you going to lie to me?” he questioned. “If I came home and asked you if you had listened to me, what would you have said?”

You glared. “I guess we’ll never know.” You turned on your heels to return to Sam and Wanda, but he grabbed your arm and yanked you back to him.

“Daddy didn’t tell you that you could walk away.”

“Steve,” you warned.

He scoffed. “So, you messed up and now you’re going to be a brat with me?”

“We’re not doing this here.”

“No?” he feigned confusion, reaching for his phone. He tapped the screen a mere three times before turning it to you.

Right—you had stupidly let him talk you into shoving a vibrator in your pussy before you headed out. You’d thought that just meant he missed you incredibly. Clearly not. “Don’t,” you said.

He scoffed. “Baby, I know you didn’t just tell me what to do.”

You glanced back to make sure your friends were preoccupied. “I don’t want to do this tonight, okay? I’m tired and I missed you, you were gone for a long time and I just wanted you to come home so we could spend the night together and have fun. I didn’t think you were going to invade my privacy—”

“Invade your privacy?” he interjected. “You have no privacy, doll, because you’re mine. Normally, you’re fine with that. But you were misbehaving and you need to be punished, so now you suddenly want to pretend it’s a problem? Your dramatics won’t save you tonight.”

He knew you well. And you knew him, he wasn’t going to drop this game. If you said no for an entire year—which, just to be clear, you did not have the ability to do—he would just punish you that very second you finally said yes because he could hold a grudge like it was nothing. Better to get on with it, before he decided to just stop all sexual activity. “Fine. What first?”

“Would you have lied to me?”

“Technically, no.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Can’t wait to hear this one.”

“Well, you always know when I’m lying, so is it lying?”

“Yes, it is. Don’t say something to me if it’s not true.”

You finally moved closer, taking one of his hands in both of yours. He watched you carefully, ready to stop you if you made a single move he didn’t like. You turned his hand and kissed his palm several times. “I love you.”

He scoffed. “And I love you. That doesn’t mean I’m not spanking you until your ass is several different shades of red.”

You huffed. “Well, can we get it over with?”

“No,” he scoffed. “Definitely not.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you knew that would only provoke more of this nonsense.

He turned to the phone again.

“Steve, not in front of everyone—” your words cut off with a yelp before you pressed your hand flat over your lips, desperately trying to silence the sounds you were making. The toy lying against your skin, set just right thanks to the very tiny, tight panties he placed you in, abruptly began to vibrate at a speed you were not prepared for.

Steve caught your arm and kept you steady. “Don’t call me Steve again,” he directed. “Not tonight, doll.”

You only let your hand slip when you couldn’t handle it anymore and needed to speak, not when you had the confidence you wouldn’t humiliate yourself. “Daddy, please—”

“Already begging to come?” He turned it up and one of your legs buckled, he kept a hold on you, mistrusting your ability to stand on your own.

“No, no,” you blurted out. “Stop, please—”

“Apologize.”

You snorted, eyes widening when you realized what you had just done. “I’m—”

And once more, the speed picked up. You grabbed the edge of the table for balance even though you knew he wouldn’t let you fall. You shot him a desperate look and he finally took pity on you, turning off the vibrator all together.

“You’re in for a rough night,” he informed you.

You pretended that was the last thing you wanted to hear, you pretended that you were upset, annoyed, exhausted. That was so far from reality. It had been a while since he went all out to punish you, you almost forgot how much you liked it. But standing there, hoping no one knew what was going on, you were quickly reminded.

Only, when you got home, you didn’t get your rough night. Well, not the one you wanted but his satisfied smirk told you this was what he had always meant. He watched you undress and remove your makeup, then he spent a cruel amount of time just kissing you everywhere, except the one place you needed him the most.

He tied your wrists and ankles to the bedpost. You were sure he was going to fuck you, make you so stupid and obedient that a sincere apology would just fall from your lips. You were wrong.

Instead, Steve elected to get himself off several times and cover you with his cum. You weren’t complaining about that, you loved feeling it on your skin. Your issue was when he untied you and told you to get in the shower before you both turned in for the night. He didn’t even get in with you.

While you were in the bathroom, he took the liberty of picking out what you were going to wear. You couldn’t be much of a tease in a simple oversized t-shirt—which wasn’t his—and leggings. You kept your back to him the entire night, but he circled his arm around you and held you like he was scared he was going to lose you, regardless of your clear anger.

It didn’t end there. When you woke up, he kissed you. It was the kind of kiss that always prefaced something, it was the kind of kiss he always gave you when he came home from a mission—a message of ‘I missed you’.

But as you were pushing on his stomach to get him on his back, he pulled away. He explained to you that he was still upset that you disobeyed him. He gave you the option, he could spank you now and fuck you later, or he would wait until you apologized and meant it.

It was an awful way to wake up, added to the frustration of the night before, your response was rude and vulgar. He merely smirked, kissed your forehead, and slipped out of bed.

Training shirtless in December. Getting way too close whenever he needed to walk by you or around you. Constantly touching you or doing things with his hands when he knew you were watching because he knew you were addicted to his fucking hands. He was shameless. And mean. And you were limited on options because you needed to have sex with this man! But you also wanted to keep your pride intact.

It was like this for several days and just one night less. He would torture you in front of everyone because he knew you weren’t going to act out. Then, the nights were strict. He made you shower alone, made you dress yourself in bland, old clothing, and then it was nothing but actual sleep.

The night it all changed was another night out, only it was a Stark party and that meant the whole gang was going. He couldn’t tell you what to wear if you avoided him all day, so you did. You spent all your time with Wanda and Nat. It was an obscenely early breakfast, then shopping, then brunch because alcohol was needed, and more shopping, up until the team was getting ready for another—undoubtedly—eventful outing.

In your skin-tight, tiny pink dress, Steve was slipping. You could see it in the way he looked at you, in the way his hands were fisted at his sides, his set jaw, and his squared shoulders. Control was fleeting and you were nothing short of smug, which only made him more determined to fight back.

He drove you to Tony’s because you both were trying to appear normal to everyone else. They always made their jokes about the games you two played, so discretion was a must. The aspect of getting caught and not just blatantly being shameless also played a role behind your secrecy.

He inquired about your day because he wanted you to admit what you did. Instead, you were almost wholly honest, you told him that you wanted to spend time with the girls. He didn’t buy it, but he wasn’t going to call you out, not while you were alone. You took advantage of his silence and divulged secrets told to you that you probably shouldn’t have—but this was Steve, he would never tell a soul.

“Wanda says Vision is terrible at going down on her.”

He shot you a look. “Can you not tell me these things about my teammates?”

“Will you help him, baby?”

His eyes went comically wide. “What?”

“You’re just so good at it.”

“You’re insane.”

You sighed. “Fine, just let Wanda suffer.

“I will.”

He was clearly uncomfortable, and you were enjoying it immensely. “Nat says Bucky is really, really good.”

He sighed. “I didn’t want to know that.”

“But I’m sure no one is better than you…remember the last time you ate me out?”

He scoffed. “Pretty sure we were going to a Stark party…it’s been too long.”

“I don’t mind,” you claimed. “I’m always the one that is too impatient to let you, anyway.”

“I always have to tie you up,” he muttered almost more to himself. “But if you were trying to get on my good side…”

“What?”

He jerked the steering wheel right and sped into a parking lot.

“Steve, what are you doing?”

He turned off the car and looked at you. “If you behave now, you might get a reward tonight.”

“Steve, we’re going to be late. The team gets mad when we’re late.”

He didn’t look worried at all. He began angling your body toward him, hands sliding down your sides until he reached your hips. He pulled you closer to the edge of the seat and you took the cue to lean against the door. “Open your legs for me.”

You curled on leg around the side of the seat and pressed the opposite out as far as you could. This was not a good idea, but when were you ever going to say no to him telling you to open your legs? Most days, they just fell open for him.

He ran his hands back up your thighs to move the dress out of his way, smirking as you shivered.

You didn’t care anymore, about anything. You couldn’t stop staring at his lips, completely willing to forget all the shit he had put you through the past few days. His mouth could make you do anything, all he ever had to do was ask.

He started by kissing your thighs because he wanted you to snap at him, to tell him to hurry up. You wouldn’t—screw the team. You would just have to bring up all the times they were late.

His eyes flit up to you several times make sure he had you absolutely wrecked with all his teasing. Your thighs were shaking, tired from how you were using them, but you always knew that he made it worthwhile.

When he finally pressed just the gentlest kiss to your pussy, you shuddered. “Daddy,” you whined. “Please eat my pussy.”

He hummed as if he was contemplating.

“Please, daddy,” you whined. “Please, it’s been so long. I miss it.”

“You don’t prefer the beard?” he challenged knowingly. The beard didn’t always make sense for his cover, sometimes he had to get rid of it. You never let him do so without fucking you just one last time—rough, fast, dirty.

“No,” you denied. “I do not prefer it.”

He arched an eyebrow, ending all those small kisses he was scattering along your skin. “Really?”

“I prefer you, Steve Rogers. Beard, no beard. Long hair, short hair. I don’t care what you look like. I just know, every second of every day, I want you to be fucking me.”

He hummed, tried to pretend it didn’t matter. But it did, because Steve needed a partner that needed him. Not in that gross, misogynistic way most men were guilty of. He needed a partner that sometimes couldn’t think straight, that sometimes couldn’t complete the simple task of living until he was inside them. “Good answer.”

You smiled. “I’m aware.” You fit those requirements well. Yes, you were good and wanted to please him. However, you were also greedy and demanding and sometimes, you threw fits and tantrums, sometimes, you refused to do what you needed to do until he made you come. You felt zero shame about wanting and needing him and you knew the simple fact of desiring him specifically always got him off.

“You really are my good girl,” he feigned realization, as if you hadn’t made it abundantly clear a million times over.

“Yes, I am.”

“And my good girl wants her pussy eaten?”

“Yes, I do.”

He kissed his way up your thigh again and finally, turned to your cunt. He kissed you several more times as you squirmed, then licked up slowly as his eyes were locked on yours.

You shuddered. “Daddy, that feels so good.”

“If you weren’t being such a good girl, I would spank you for not wearing underwear.”

You smiled.

He repeated that same touch several times, looking more and more pleased every sound you made, every jerk of your hips. It was all slow, all calculated movement designed to pleasure you just enough, but not enough. He just wanted to taste you and tease you, and you didn’t mind any of it. This is the most time Steve has spent on you in a while, you were just enjoying his attention.

You were 40 minutes late, messed up hair, flushed cheeks, shaky legs because he didn’t let you come—and everyone knew exactly what it was that had made you late, exactly what you had prioritized over them.

You were insane. You had been driven to that point by Steve Rogers, Captain America—he was a cruel man not that selfless hero everyone got to see. He’d taken you so close to that edge so many times, promised if you were patient that he would make it all up to you.

When he finally lifted your hips and buried his face between your thighs, you were sure your finish was coming. He sucked on your clit mercilessly, tongue swiping out a few times to gather the arousal leaking down your pussy. When you let him know you were close, he set you down on the seat again and told you to put your seatbelt back on.

He had done this before but maybe it was all that time that he had been gone. Maybe it was that his face was wet, his lips redder and fuller than usual, and that he simply smirked and wiped the back of his hand over his skin. It was just different. He was not going to get away with it.

You didn’t say a word for the rest of the drive. Even though he was cooing at you the entire time about how you were his doll and you were beautiful, and he claimed to love you so much. He kept touching your hair and your arm, but you wouldn’t budge.

When Bucky threw you a pitiful look, the whole plan just sort of fell into place. You couldn’t really be blamed, right? He couldn’t consider it your fault—no, at this point, he had to know that anything you did in response to his disproportionate punishment was all on him. He left you alone, didn’t fuck you, didn’t let you come—flirting with Bucky was well within your rights.

It started simple. Bucky was trying to warm up to his metal arm more—the next step in his therapy—and you liked helping. This wasn’t that, necessarily, but you could say you were killing two birds with one stone. You simply walked right up to him and draped his arm around your shoulders. You knew your boyfriend wouldn’t like it because that was what you did to him, it was one of the many ways you liked asking him for attention without using words.

Steve eyed you for nothing more than a second, and neither of you acknowledged it any further, but you knew it bothered him. You’d been given quite a powerful gift one night when Steve had you pressed to the wall, chest to your back, hand to your throat as he fucked you from behind. He had admitted that he was being so complicated—that was a week of hell, one you always shuddered thinking about because you couldn’t walk straight a few days after—because he didn’t like how he felt whenever you would just disappear with Bucky. He promised he wasn’t accusing either of you of anything, it just reminded him of how things used to be with his best friend. You didn’t like flirting with Bucky, but after what Steve had done, it was deserved.

Apparently, he wasn’t too angry since he was on you as soon as you and Bucky separated. He held you as close as possible until he talked you into going outside. Stark parties were always crowded and loud and it wasn’t rare that people would be nearly glued to the side of the building and one another, practically having sex with their clothes on. But it was rare that you and Steve were some of those people.

Yet, he was not hesitant. He led you outside, his fingers linked between yours. As soon as he could, he turned back to you and caged you against the building with his forearms on either side of your head.

He made no further moves, he just watched you. Your skin was itching with desire, but you wouldn’t let him know that. “Did you want something, daddy?”

He smirked a little, shaking his head. “Not much. I just wanted you to know that I’m aware you’ve been good.”

You smiled unintentionally, but it felt nice that he knew you were being good, knew that you wanted something very specific. Him, completely to yourself, just one night. You deserved it.

He leaned down and you tilted your head back to meet his kiss. “Well,” his lips brushed over yours, “that was until you decided to be a brat with Bucky.”

You pulled back, pouting at him.

He arched an eyebrow, challenging you to protest.

“Well, if you’re not going to touch me—”

“I was going to reward you for your patience. Good thing I decided to wait.”

“Are you kidding? I waited for you to come back and then your stupid mission got extended by three days—three, so I broke on the last night. Big deal. Then you get here and you don’t fuck me, and don’t even get me started on the shit you just pulled. I wanted attention and affection and Bucky seemed willing to provide.”

One of his hands wrapped around your throat, his thumb massaging over your pulse point. “So, your grand solution, if I’m not giving you what you want, is to run to Bucky?”

“What if I say yes?”

He glanced around before tightening his hand and looking down at you. “If you say yes, then I’m going to punish you. I’m going to take you to the side of this building, in the alley, get you on your knees, and make you remind me how much you love me. So, baby doll, what’s your answer?”

It was as if he thought you wouldn’t enjoy every second of that. “My answer is yes,” you claimed. “If you’re not giving me attention, I’ll get it from Bucky.”

He took another quick look around before dragging you into the alley just like he said he was going to. Before you could say a word, he was tearing off his jacket to toss onto the floor. He pressed you down onto it by your shoulders, hands then flying to his pants.

By the time you were comfortably settled, hands safely on his thighs, Steve had his cock out for you. Eyes on his, you opened your mouth and swallowed as much of him as you could, slowly because you needed some type of upper hand.

He didn’t let you keep it for long, however. His hand settled at the back of your head and he began fucking your throat like someone who wasn’t just pretending to be angry. Like someone who wasn’t just being the most extra fucking person because he had wanted this the very second that he’d returned home.

You knew better, you always did. He wasn’t mad, you weren’t sincerely flirting with Bucky, you wouldn’t do it again, but he wouldn’t mind if you did—given that you didn’t cross any lines. It was a fun game, but it was time to end this. All this fighting over him watching you, the power struggle, it was done. You just wanted this man to fuck you. You would surrender and you wouldn’t mind it one bit when he had you in bed later that night.

It had to be fast, he couldn’t let you tease. There were people around, people who would undoubtedly gravitate toward the alley. It was pure luck that it was empty at all, but he wasn’t going to waste time being grateful. He was rough sliding in and out of your throat, these quiet grunts just barely audible through all your gagging and the noise of the outside, the people, the cars.

By the time he finished, your throat was sore, tears began running down your cheeks all the way to your neck, drool was starting to slip from your lips. You were a mess, on your knees in an alley, all for Captain fucking America. You never dreamed of being this cool when you were younger, but sometimes things just worked out.

He had leaned onto the brick wall behind you with his forearm, eyes slammed shut, mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You waited patiently, despite your declining oxygen and your growing desperation for it. You swallowed when you could, tried breathing through your nose calmly, you didn’t want to have to tell him to pull out. You wanted to keep him for as long as he wanted you to, you wanted him to tell you that you were good with those heart eyes that he always got when you sucked his cock.

He began running his fingers down your hair. “Clean me up, baby.”

You did so as well as you could, but he barely gave you sufficient time before he was pulling you onto your feet.

He leaned in almost immediately to reach down, under your skirt to slide your panties down your legs. You lifted your feet when he needed you to, but mostly, just stupidly stood there. He wasn’t going to fuck you out here, was he? He was a risk-taker, you’d give him that, but an actual gambler? Not quite on that level yet.

He stood, pressing the lace to your chin to dry your face of spit and tears. He was so soft about it, so different than how he had been just moments ago. You watched his face the entire time, blushing terribly at how intently he was staring at you.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You did so, fully expecting him to kiss you. Instead, he shoved your panties between your lips and was turning away before you could blink. He tucked himself back into his pants with such ease, ease that only came from having super-hearing and knowing for sure that he wasn’t going to be caught.

So, yeah. Long story short, you pushed Steve too far and now he was mad. More than the average amount. Honestly, did he expect you not to retaliate? After he left you alone in the alley without calling you his good girl? If he didn’t see it coming, then he didn’t know you as well as you thought he did.

But he did know you enough. His rough hands had been moving over your ass for the better part of an hour. He’d positioned you in the bedroom so you could see the clock, he wanted you to see that he intended to take him time. He hadn’t spanked you yet and you were just about shaking in anticipation, you knew he had to feel how wet you were.

Yet, he didn’t say a word. He didn’t let you either, any attempt was cut off by some disapproving noise and you were too scared to push him more. Not after what you did…

But you were also impatient. You weren’t trying to be disobedient or argumentative, but you had to communicate with him. He was driving you insane, you weren’t sure you could do this much longer. You cleared your throat a bit. “Daddy—”

“Baby girl, one more time and daddy will have to gag you.”

You immediately shut up. You didn’t want to be gagged. You noticed that when you were less vocal, he was less vocal, and at the end of it all, what was the point of all the theatrics if he wasn’t going to praise you?

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

You just wanted to hear it. That you were good, that he was proud of you. Instead, without warning, his hand struck one side of your ass and you were so surprised that you yelped.

Your hands rushed to your mouth as you turned back over your shoulder slightly to eye him. You saw him smirk, this was obviously what he wanted, but then he tsked at you. “I’m sorry, daddy, I was just surprised. I’ll be quiet, I swear.”

He let his palm rub over the red mark across your skin. He hummed, feigning thought. “I don’t know, doll.” His opposite hand came up to grab your jaw, turning your attention forward again.

You were opposed to the gag, but if he wanted to choke you… You brought both your hands up to his forearm and pressed against it until his hand slid down a bit, settling confidently to your throat.

He scoffed. “Want me to choke you?”

You nodded.

“You can speak.”

“Please, daddy,” you begged.

“After all the misbehaving? Do you honestly think you deserve it?”

“Yes.”

He snorted. “Okay.” His hand wrapped around your neck, so suddenly that the surprised noise you made got caught in your throat. The next time he smacked you, your moan was choked, barely audible.

You were immediately relieved. You weren’t going to have to try to be quiet. He always treated that part like a game, if he told you to be quiet, he would then do whatever he could to make you get loud.

He was hitting harder than usual, hard enough that the only thing keeping you draped over his lap was his hand in front of you that was wound around you. You didn’t mind at all, you always wanted him to let go a little. But of course, he was Steve, and he couldn’t stop being overprotective if his life depended on it.

That he wasn’t more concerned with checking in on you was testament to how angry you’d made him. The thing with Bucky was clearly a game, Steve knew you were just making some cheap shots to get his attention. Taking you outside and getting you to suck him off was just him indulging you.

This was not that. You were being punished and his greatest source of irritation seemed to be that you were completely unapologetic. Also, there was the pride aspect, that you had done this in front of the team. If he couldn’t keep you in check, what kind of a leader was he?

But he most certainly couldn’t control you, not unless you wanted to let him. Mostly, he seemed to like that, seemed to like the challenge, the power struggles, the attitude. However, tonight, when you were dancing with Wanda, he seemed a bit…opposed. Wanda herself had been mad at Steve because of a little disagreement they had during their last mission. She was playing to win and if your sore aching ass was any indication, she had.

You always danced with Wanda, you danced with all your friends. But see, Wanda could read minds and that didn’t always produce the best scenarios. She knew you were desperate for an upper hand and she was just crazy enough to help you get it. It started fun like it always did when the girls were free of the boys, but then her hands were on your hips. Yet, you were fine, you knew Steve wouldn’t like it, but oh well.

Then, she spun you around, your back to her chest, and you were facing Steve. And well, she let her hands wander. You had been drinking a little, it was thrilling watching Steve watch you, knowing that he was going to make tonight hell for you.

He was beautiful, sat there, contemplating, strategizing, waiting with the restraint of a god. This was one of those moments when he just couldn’t turn off Captain America, when one was blending into the other. You never minded that. You loved Steve first, of course, but Captain America was just right after that.

You were excited when he calmly got onto the floor almost an hour later and told you it was time to go. You had to bite your tongue to stop the giggles and the words you desperately wanted to say as he took your hand and led you outside. Your body was humming with energy as he drove you back to the compound, hand firmly on your thigh.

He told you he could smell you, your pussy, how terribly you wanted him. He carried you to his room, knowing that your legs were weak and that if given the option, you’d beg him to fuck you in the hall. It was the start of your submission, you both loved it when he handled you like it was nothing.

By the time he yanked your panties down, you were already crying and shaking, your entire body throbbing for a release. Some of your tears had rolled down your cheeks and onto his thigh, and he could feel your knees buckling despite you trying to stand for him. He always ordered you to stay on your feet no matter how useless it was, no matter that even in heels, draped over his huge body, your feet barely touched the ground.

He stopped spanking you only to grab one of your hands from his forearm, dragging it down. “Touch your clit.”

It was nothing short of awkward positioning. You had to reach under his thigh and back up to where your cunt was. You had to angle your ass up just a little to have access, and he took that to mean that you wanted him to smack you harder.

He leaned down, kissing your head. “You’re okay?” He let your neck go just a little, a sign he wanted you to use words.

You nodded, clearing your throat. “Yes, daddy.”

“Don’t stop touching your clit until I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“And you better not come.”

“Okay.”

“If you do either of these things, I will tie you up and spank you for the rest of the night. I won’t fuck you, I won’t make you come.”

You nodded again. “Okay.”

You were slow about it, worried that you might work yourself up too quickly. He only just started with this, he wasn’t going to let it go for at least 30 minutes. He smacked you the entire time. It was heavy and noisy, and never failed to make your hips jolt so much that your clit was constantly moving out of reach before you panicked and set yourself back in the correct place.

“Rub your clit faster, doll.”

“Daddy—”

He reached down to take your hand, pressed firmly on your clit, and spoke over the moan that fell from your open mouth. “Do it like that, don’t make me tell you again.”

Even when he moved his hand, you continued. Your moans were strangled but loud enough for him. “Daddy, I’ll come like this.”

“Don’t,” was all he said and followed with another strike across your ass.

“Daddy, please, I’m going to come.” Your thighs were already shaking, that pressure in your lower body was building, threatening to bloom into a numbing orgasm. “Daddy, I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.” Another smack. “Aren’t you my good girl?” And another. “Don’t you wanna make daddy proud?” Another.

“Yes, daddy, but it feels too good,” you blurted out.

“My decision has been made.” He hit you twice more before you started to panic.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you whined. “I’m really sorry, please let me stop!”

He settled one hand over your ass cheek and removed his hand from your neck to take your hand away from your pussy. “Baby, make it a good apology or we will start all over.”

You pulled your joined hands up and started kissing his knuckles. “I’m sorry, daddy, I promise I am.”

“For what?” he asked slowly. “Say all of it.”

“For flirting with Bucky.”

He smacked you again and you hissed. “How did you flirt with Bucky?”

“I let him touch me.”

Once more. “And why is that wrong?”

You waited until your skin stopped stinging before you spoke. “Because only you should be touching me.”

He hummed and his hand came down again. “Go on.”

“And for dancing with Wanda.”

“You wanted to make daddy mad, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you admitted.

“Because you wanted to be spanked,” he accused.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“How’s that working out for you, doll?”

“It was fun for a while,” you admitted.

He snorted. “You’re a god damn brat.”

You kissed his hand again. “Your brat?”

He rolled his eyes, but you could see he was trying to fight a smile. “Yeah, mine. No one else should touch you, no one else should be dancing with you.” He finally pulled you up, quickly setting you so that you straddled him. He touched your face with both hands, looking over you carefully.

Your hands went to his pants and you began moving them out of the way.

He lifted an eyebrow at you. “I know you’re not doing that without permission.”

Biting your lip, you shrugged and pressed your palm against his cock through the pants.

He spanked you again and you crashed into him. Your knees slipped from the mattress and you frantically caught onto his shoulders. He gave you no time to recover, instead, rolled over so you were under him. “You know what I want to hear, doll.”

You did know. As much as you wanted him to praise you, he wanted you to tell him you loved him. But, again, you truly were a brat and sometimes decided to withhold such an admission. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you, too.”

You brought a hand up to his face. “Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?”

“I’m gonna ruin you, baby doll,” he corrected. “First, I’m gonna eat your pussy and let you come. Then, I’m gonna fuck your pussy until I’m not hard anymore. Then I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I’m ready to fuck your ass.”

You would place money on the absurd idea that he’d somehow gotten a degree in teasing. Pathetically, you clutched at his shirt. “Please?”

He smirked. “Anything you want, baby girl.”

You yanked the hem up his back and he assisted you in taking it off. You kissed him hungrily, open-mouthed, moaning, yanking on his lip with both of yours.

He wasted no time, spared no warning, offered no preparation time. Abruptly, two of his thick fingers were inside your pussy and you were crying out, throwing your head back, body arching up closer to his. He started kissing your face, down the faint tear tracks that resulted from the prior spanking.

Again, he ordered against your skin, “say it again.”

“I love you,” you blurted out, hips rolling up to get him in further. “Daddy, I love you so fucking much.”

As his fingers curled, he kissed down your face, your neck, all the way down to one of your breasts. “Touch the other,” he directed, and didn’t close his mouth around your nipple until your hand had cupped your neglected breast.

He sucked hard, pressed his fingers hard, held you down with his hips hard. Everything about him was hard and rough and determined. He took you there fast, to that place where your body was shaking, these whiny, small noises couldn’t stop pouring out of you if your life depended on it, your hips jerking, your pussy clenching, stars behind your god damn eyes.

“I’m close, daddy. Can I come?”

He bit into your skin instead of answering, perfect teeth surrounding your nipple, a fucking threat. Did he actually think you didn’t want him to dig his teeth into you?

Your second hand came up to the back of his head where you fisted his hair and pressed him down more. “Harder, daddy, harder.”

He let his teeth pinch you just a tad more, concern clear in his actions.

“Harder,” you repeated.

Again, he gave you what you asked for, and pressed a third finger inside you. It was a delicious, disorienting, blissful stretch that you had to spread your legs to try to take.

“Harder,” you ordered, tone sharp, maybe a little condescending.

His fingers began pounding into you, wet noises echoing from your pussy. Finally, you were sure his teeth had pierced your skin.

You screamed so loud you were sure the entire floor heard you—distantly, you spared thought to who was going to give you a rough time at breakfast. Your orgasm followed almost instantly, and Steve fucked his fingers into you until you were mewling and brushing your fingers through his hair. You couldn’t say much at the moment but that little gesture never failed to stroke that unspoken part of Steve—which you had always known about—that also liked praise.

He turned up to you and you saw him lick his lips, maybe you’d seen a flash of red, maybe you’d just imagined it. Your breast stung, you thought you might have felt something drip down your skin… He pulled you up with him, hand on your arm, his other hand touching your lips, giving you a little taste of what your pussy had left behind on his fingers.

Before you could say a word, Steve was getting you on your knees and pushing you toward the headboard. You were confused by it but since you were still reeling from your last orgasm, you decided to trust him. He kept you facing away from him and you didn’t understand why until your wrists were being tied to the headboard. He took your hips and yanked you back and it was then you thought maybe you knew what he was doing. Your ankles were next, which was a long process given that you were so far away from the next spot on the bed that could hold a rope.

You were uncomfortably angled, body pulled tight. It was his favorite way to eat you out, you were completely exposed to him, unable to pull yourself away if he was overstimulating you. How he got back under you is another part of this that you were unclear on, anticipation now clouding your ability to logical thoughts.

His hands slid up your thighs, over your ass, clasped around your waist and then he pulled you down almost violently, clearly unconcerned about the way that pulled at both your arms and legs. You didn’t mind much either.

Once more, he didn’t bother with any of that elaborate shit. You weren’t built up, you weren’t led to an orgasm. He ate your pussy like it was the only thing he knew how to do. He alternated between running his tongue through you—prodding your entrance just slightly, then over your clit, back down and the same, over and over—to sucking your clit between his lips, moaning, sighing, making all of these appreciative noises that only added to all the sensations.

His fingers dug into your skin, your ribs painfully, your limbs were aching, but you knew it didn’t matter. Even if you told him all of this, even if you could make yourself care—as if you could focus on anything but his mouth—he wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied.

Your first finish was slow, a somewhat drawn-out process that he worked to keep you on the edge of for just a few moments. He wasn’t teasing, necessarily, but he needed to remind you, in this state of hazy pleasure, that your body was wholly his. You squeezed your eyes shut, yanked on the ropes because that was the only thing you could do, and once again, reminded him that you loved him.

The second orgasm felt nearly immediately after—though, time distantly existed to someone as satisfied as you. You were trying to relax, worried you would spend yourself before you got fucked. He didn’t stop, he didn’t slow, if anything, he was faster, more skilled. He sucked at your skin roughly, a demand because he was getting impatient.

You were a whimpering, crying mess, begging him in half sentences because you were unable to articulate fully what you wanted. Your pussy spasmed, clenching in desperate need to be filled as he focused solely on your clit. You screamed things that you knew he would be smug about for days to come, how good you felt, how badly you needed only him, how much you wanted to be on his cock because he had the best cock in the world.

Prior to you, Steve thought he didn’t need to hear such biased things from a lover. But since he couldn’t get drunk, this was basically the only drug he could indulge in and get something out of.

This was around the time you started to worry, because again, you were offered no recovery time. He flicked his tongue over your clit regardless of your pleas for a break, regardless of how desperately you pulled on the ropes, regardless of the tears rolling down your cheeks. It was too much, you couldn’t come again.

He brought his hand up and spread your cunt, tongue continuing back and forth over that sensitive spot. You sobbed, utterly broken, overwhelmed, consumed, and insisted that you couldn’t give him another one. He stopped licking you only to say, “you can, and you will,” before diving right back in.

He must have known that this was it, this was when you needed your reprieve. You finished and he made sure not a drop of you went to waste, but then he was kissing around your thighs, you could feel that his cheeks and jaw were wet and there was something deep inside you that loved that his face was covered in you—maybe you could go a couple more rounds.

He tore the ropes off, uncaring of what happened to the bed or anything else—though, the way the post creaked made you worry. He just wanted to get you loose quickly and as soon as you were free, he was laying you down and kissing you wherever he could reach, mainly your chest and one of your arms.

When his lips were on yours, you remembered how badly you had wanted him inside you. It didn’t matter that you could barely move, you insisted on pushing his jeans down. “Daddy, please?”

He helped you because he doubted your ability to do so on your own, but he made the mental note to let you undress him before he ate you out next time. He loved when you undressed him, how your fingers would glide down his skin so softly, like he was something delicate or breakable. Sometimes, it made him forget who and what he was.

Though you were soaking wet, somewhat numb from all that overstimulation, he was hard enough that it hurt. His cock pressed into you carefully, inch by inch, his eyes on your face the whole time. He loved the flush on your cheeks, that hazy gleam in your eye, your swollen, parted lips—you looked so wrecked.

You weakly hooked a leg around his ass, hands following to grasp at his shoulders. “Daddy, I feel like I’ve needed you inside me for a fucking year.” And now he was there, and it made no sense how complete you felt, how sated, how at-home.

He kissed your lips first, a clear apology, then he kissed all around your face until you couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ll make it up to you,” he assured. “I’m gonna pound your beautiful little pussy until I know you can’t take it anymore.”

Sometimes, fucking so wildly and creatively was at the cost of simple intimacy. As he picked up this steady pace, this nice roll of his hips that was deep enough to make you cry out and forceful enough that his skin slapped noisily against yours, your eyes sought his out. He set his hand to your cheek, a nonverbal order to keep looking at him. His eyes always seemed like an ocean to you, so great, so dangerous, so mysterious. You realized he hadn’t spoken about his last mission, you were beginning to wonder if there was a bigger reason for all these games. Maybe this was his way of sneakily getting you here without having to talk about it—he never liked you to worry.

You finished and it felt like he was finally home, despite him having been there for several days. You shuddering beneath him, tightening around him to the point of being painful just grounded him like nothing else could, reminded him that he was human.

His hips stilled immediately and before you could say a word, his lips were on yours. He was smart, anyone who ever claimed Steve wasn’t alarmingly intelligent was dead wrong. He was a strategist above all else, that also applied in bed. He wanted you to come down fast before he started up again, he wanted you loose and weak because you were less likely to make him come that way. And he had such grand plans for the rest of the night, it was written all over his face, meaning he was edging himself.

There were few things better than when Steve did this. He always knew how to start slow for himself, not gentle, not boring, just simply not enough. With time, he fucked you harder, he grabbed you like you were little more than a toy given to him simply for his pleasure, the noises he made were animalistic, the things he would say… You just had to last that long, and it was always a mystery if you would, if he would take it easy on you or not.

Usually, he didn’t care to be so considerate.

He settled his weight on one of his forearms as he pulled away from the kiss. His opposite hand slid down your body and to your sensitive cunt.

“Daddy,” you whimpered. Nope, he most certainly was not going easy on you tonight.

He didn’t start fucking you again. Instead, he rubbed firm, quick circles over your clit until you were shaking and screaming and crying and squeezing his shoulders in your hands.

While you were coming, he brought his hand over your mouth and nose. You did your best to look up at him, but he kept his fingers on your clit and you could barely think straight, let alone see straight.

“Hear that?” That was when he started thrusting. “Hear how wet your pussy is? It’s been that wet all night, you’ve been so desperate for my cock all night. When you were flirting with Bucky, when you were dancing with Wanda. And they both knew it. Bucky can smell you, too, and I’m sure Wanda was reading your thoughts.”

Both of those suggestions were mortifying. It wasn’t normal how weak and pathetic you got over Steve’s cock. Thinking that the team knew that, that Wanda was listening to some of your thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye for at least the next week.

He kept his hand over you, preventing you from breathing because he knew it would make your next orgasm better. He felt a sinful amount of pride when your eyes began crossing, when your hips started to jerk, when you started digging your nails into his skin. You were so fucked out you didn’t care what you looked like or sounded like, and that was what turned him on like nothing else after long nights like these.

You started shoving his arm as you were coming down, realizing once more the importance of oxygen. He waited, kept his hold over you, eyes locked on yours, until your eyes filled with more tears and your skin turned just a little red. When he let you go, your chest heaved as you greedily took in air. And he never once stopped driving his cock in and out of you, reveling in the sounds.

“Daddy—”

He scoffed, rolling over effortlessly so you were on top. “Come on, sweetheart, I know you’re not trying to tap out right now.” His hand spread over your back, holding you down flat. His voice was surprisingly steady considering his erratic thrusts. “Not only would I not let you, but you know you’re tougher than that.”

Your cheek was pressed to his chest, the loudest sound you could hear was his pounding heart. You had your hands somewhere on his body, all you could feel was skin and muscle and heat. His hands slid down to your ass where he held you in place and fucked you harder than he usually liked to. Screams tore from your throat along with these small mewls when you were almost choking on air because you could barely remember how to breathe.

“You love me, baby doll?”

“Yes,” you rasped. “Yes, daddy, I love you.”

“You gonna be a good girl and let daddy use you all night?”

“Yes.” That was a big promise you weren’t sure you were going to be able to keep but your desire to make him proud sometimes beat out logic.

“Sit up,” he directed but moved you himself. He placed your hands on his chest but kept a good hold of your shoulders. “You know what I want.”

And for some reason, your hips, despite all the screaming your muscles were doing, started to roll.

He let out a pleased sigh, eyes roaming over your body. His hands weren’t tight, they were just there if he needed to catch you, but this was all you. This was his baby, riding his cock because you were such a good girl.

This had to be adrenaline, there was no other explanation for why you were able to move on your own. From this position, you could feel how wet and sticky you’d gotten his thighs—how many times had he made you come? You weren’t sure anymore.

As you drew yourself closer to an orgasm, now wildly bouncing on his cock, screaming, gasping, sobbing, you pressed your nails down into his pecs as sharply as you could.

He watched your breasts move with you, smugly admiring the bruised and broken skin around your nipple. His heart swelled when he felt you trying to mark him up, too. You made him wish that he didn’t heal so fast sometimes, if only so he could be covered in you as much as you were covered in him.

He caught your hip in one hand when you were getting him too close. He dragged you down until you were flat on his lap, struggling to sit on the entire length of his cock. His other hand went to your clit again and you threw your head back and moaned shamelessly. He flicked his thumb over you until you were shaking, your knees digging into his sides, your chest heaving, your arms buckling.

He let you come down this time but not because he was feeling nice. He’d been so lost in you that he had let himself get just a little too far. But that didn’t stop you from being a fucking tease, he suspected nothing in this world could. You were sitting there, pussy occasionally clenching around his cock, your hands kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples.

His hand tightened on you when your shaky fingers touched the bite he’d left behind. You hissed a little, glancing down to assess the damage. He was sick for biting you like that, but you were sick for looking so god damn happy about it.

Your eyes flit up to him, catching him looking just a little weak. His mouth snapped shut when he realized you were watching him. “Wanna give me another one, daddy?”

Scoffing, he sat up, situating himself onto his legs so you could sit on his thighs. His arms slid around your back and he pulled you up until you were a head or so taller than him. With your eyes locked, he sucked your nipple between his lips.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whispered.

He hummed lightly, teeth just barely pressing down.

“Shit,” you muttered, almost more to yourself. You always liked feeling it, but he’d never taken the time to let you watch him do it.

He started sucking, taking more of your breast in his mouth until he’d decided where he wanted to let his teeth cut into your skin. He did it slow, sinking them in carefully and keeping his gaze on you the whole time. You were shaking again and he could feel your cunt leaking onto his lap. He wasn’t sure he’d ever gotten you this wet before.

Your eyes filled with new tears when he finally broke your skin. You bit your lip to keep from making a noise too big, but it was an agonized cry that made him pause for just a moment. But then you squeezed your pussy around him and his hand came down on your ass loudly, you weren’t sure what scared you more the sudden sound or the force behind it.

He pulled his mouth off and admired his work for a second before turning up to you. “You want to be a fucking brat after I’m making you act like this?”

You scoffed shakily. “And how are you making me act, daddy?”

Instead of answering that, he asserted, “I’ve never seen someone so desperate to have every hole fucked this hard. I’m sure most people haven’t.”

You arched an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe I should fuck you in front of the team, hmm?”

That idea probably didn’t put you off as much as he thought it would. Although, calling him daddy, begging for his cock and his cum, crying because he won’t let you finish—thinking of other people watching you submit like that was a little embarrassing.

“How about just Wanda and Vision?” you suggested.

He snorted. “Really?”

“He can watch you eat my pussy, you can show him how to do it.”

He hummed, pretending that he didn’t care.

But he should have stopped you because you were about to cross the line with him. After all, it was one of your favorite hobbies. “But before we get Wanda’s hopes up, maybe he could practice on me a few times.”

And when he gripped your hip tighter, you knew you’d hit the bullseye. He took his opposite hand and grabbed your jaw. “I’m only going to say this once, doll.”

You hummed, trying to hide how pleased with yourself you were.

“If you ever joke about someone else eating your pussy, I’ll fucking spank you until I see some blood.”

Though it was more than likely an empty threat—Steve didn’t have it in him to do that to you, even when you promised you would tell him if it was too much—his deep voice, his unrelenting grip on your jaw, his dark eyes all made you wetter.

“Understood?”

You tried not to smile but you failed, and continued to fail as you tried to hide it by nodding.

He scoffed sharply. “You’re so fucking spoiled.”

He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of your head, smirking when you startled. Before you could say a word, he was yanking you down until his cock had slipped out and you rolled off his lap. He didn’t much care where you landed, he just shoved your face into the bed.

Then he was on top of you, settling his body over yours but being careful not to set any weight on you. He was not gentle at all when he entered you again because this was the kind of fucking that wouldn’t stop until you were sweating, dripping with cum, crying, and blurting out nonsense that always seemed to placate him.

He kept your face pressed into the mattress as he railed into you. You screamed loudly because you could, because he wasn’t letting you do anything else, because it was the only way you could express to him how badly you wanted to finish, how badly you wanted him to finish. As you were coming, you only got louder, your throat was starting to ache, your heart was pounding, your head spinning—you couldn’t fucking breathe, not that you minded, and you were wasting the little oxygen you did have to let this man know he was fucking you just right.

He waited until your body was thrashing with aftershocks, until your voice had died down somewhat, and then lifted your head. Instead of letting you catch your breath, he leaned over and kissed you. It was a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss with a lot of tongue, both of you moaning as his hips continued to move.

“Daddy, are you gonna come?”

“You want me to?”

You nodded as well as you could with his hold on your hair. “Please, daddy.”

He hummed before shoving your face back down. He sat back then, free hand coming to the small of your back to keep you right there. With this new position, he had a lot more leverage and he took full advantage of that. You didn’t scream this time, you couldn’t. A sound had caught in your throat the second he slammed back into you harder than you could ever remember him doing so. It fucking hurt and you were aching, but you loved that harsh sting you felt in your pussy. You loved that he was the one who did it to you.

He collapsed back over you as he finished. His mouth took your shoulder, biting down to muffle the groans pouring from him as his body moved at a steady pace. You could feel his cum filling you, soon it would be dripping out, soon he would be moving again until he’d just about fucked it all out of you, and he’d want to do it again and again, until he wasn’t hard anymore.

Currently though, he was. He was buried deep inside you and it hurt to have him there while you were still tight from your last finish and the impending next one. It was a feeling you’d gotten used to, a feeling you’d grown to crave sometimes. That pain that was so uniquely Steve Rogers because no one else had that stamina or strength.

He sat up again, releasing his hold on your head so you could finally breathe. He let you collect yourself as he began positioning you over him. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, draping your thighs over his.

Was he ever going to give you a break?

His hands both curled around your waist, fingers pressing firmly down on that skin. He dragged you down further onto his cock and you threw your head back. He kept fucking you like this, just pushing and pulling your body and holding you so tight. He was merciless, forcing you to take as much of his cock as you could before you screamed. He loved hearing you scream. It fueled him on, so it was no surprise when he pinned you down to the mattress, hands painfully grasping at your skin, and began fucking you so roughly that the bed was rattling. You were shrieking and crying and pleading, and your hips were angling up so you could take him in deeper. All you wanted was your next orgasm.

When you got it, you felt much like a shattered vase. You could do nothing but lay there in pieces, panting, disoriented, struggling to keep a grip on reality. Through it all, he pounding into you, roughly handling your body to best get himself off.

You knew he was coming when he brought his forearms down on either side of you. It was a few more harsh snaps of his hips and then he was unmoving, and you were full of him. He wasn’t completely rested on you, but it was the only thing in that moment that could ground you.

You blindly, mindlessly reached for him. You curled your arm back, grabbing his hair to pull him closer. You didn’t want to kiss him, you just wanted him as close as he could possibly get. Regardless, he did kiss you until he felt like you had come down enough for him.

He slipped his cock out and you felt his cum following, dripping from your pussy. He climbed off the bed, standing at the very edge where he gestured you over. “Come here, baby doll.”

You weren’t sure how you made yourself crawl over to him. It was purely a miracle that your muscles worked. You were on your hands and knees when you took him into your mouth. His hand settled in your hair and he let his head fall back.

He wasn’t totally soft, but as soft as he was going to get while his thoughts about all the ways he wanted to fuck you persisted. He grabbed your hair and pulled you off, smiling a little when he saw you pouting. There were few things he liked seeing more than when you would get bratty just to suck him off. “Lay down on your back.”

You quickly obliged. He had never placed you in this position before and you loved when Steve took control of positions—it was never disappointing. He took your waist and pulled you to the edge of the bed until your head was dangling over. Immediately, you opened your mouth for him and he thrust back in.

You gagged noisily, your throat moving around him as you struggled to take him. He let you adjust on your own while his hands wandered your body. First, he grabbed your breasts, pinched your nipples until your back was arching and you were whimpering for more. He let them slide down until he could grab your thighs. He spread your legs as wide as they could go and watched your cunt pulsing and clenching, messy, sticky. And dipping with his cum.

“Keep your legs open for me,” was all he said before he leaned over and his tongue was sliding through your folds. You whined, muffled by his cock, utterly frustrated by how badly you wanted him to suck your clit. He pressed his hands down flat on your thighs to keep you pinned right where he wanted and began fucking your mouth.

The room was filled with sounds of you choking and moaning and him eating your soaking pussy and those breaths that you drew from him when you swallowed him just right. During your finish, he stopped his hips, denying himself the same relief. This happened several times and you wouldn’t have minded if he did it for the rest of the night. You didn’t understand how you could want more after all he had given you, but you did. More of his mouth, his hands, his cock.

When he pulled himself from your mouth, he was hard again. You didn’t let him tell you what to do next. You just reached for him, one hand wrapping around his cock and the other massaging his sac. You didn’t stop even though he was fucking you with his fingers, cruel and punishing, until he was spilling out on your skin.

He watched as you let your hands spread his cum all over your breasts and down your body to your pussy where more of him remained. You covered as much of yourself as you could in it and all he could think was that he wanted to do the same to the rest of your body, particularly your ass.

You knew immediately what was coming next. You got up, haphazardly crawled around the mattress until you could lie down and pressed your ass against him eagerly. He got his cock wet with your dripping center, just lightly dipping in and chuckling at the weak sounds you made, and then slowly, he pressed into your asshole.

You gripped at the sheets as he fed you more and more of his cock. Once more, when his hips were flush against you, he became insatiable. He used you to get every last ounce of frustration out and you felt powerful and wanted. He was rough and relentless, he didn’t care how many times you orgasmed, he didn’t care that you were overstimulated and overwhelmed.

You were sweating and shaking, impossibly wet, but he kept going because your hips were driving back to meet his thrusts. You could whine and beg as much as you wanted but Steve knew your body and he was the one that decided when you had had enough. You grabbed at his arms where he had them placed over your head on the mattress for balance, desperate to touch him, to bring him closer to you.

He never stopped fucking you while he situated himself on his side and pulled you along with him. He held you against his chest, arms wound tightly around you as his fingers either pinched your nipples, wrapped around your throat, or rubbed your clit. You were drowning in dozens of sensations that you couldn’t distinguish if your life depended on it.

When Steve finished again, he held onto you almost desperately. He whispered in your ear, the sweetest things, a major contrast compared to the entire night. “Thank you, baby doll, I’ve needed that since I got home.” He took your jaw in his hand and turned you to face him. “Do you love daddy?”

You nodded and made this pathetic noise because you stupidly thought you were capable of forming words. He smiled a little and suddenly, you were just lost in him. His eyes. His lips. His entire fucking unfairly beautiful face.

“Did daddy make you feel good tonight?”

You nodded again. You didn’t know much but you did know that you were high off these things that Steve did to you.

He gave you a single, chaste kiss. “You deserved it, baby girl.”

You began turning your body toward him and he took the hint. He pulled out, grabbing the blankets that were strewn all around the bed. You curled up against him, so tiny and so weak, and he was brimming with pride because he did that to you and you let him and you, this amazing fucking person, loved him. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve it, but he didn’t ponder too long as he wrapped you up in the blankets and cradled you against him.

tags:

@donutloverxo @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @onetwo3000

[nada-lovely]

tagged by: @yunwoo and @hyunubear sorry this is late and thank you for tagging

rules: answer the questions & tag people you’d like to get to know better / catch up with

tagging: @peachjaem00 @hwaberrykiwi @i-put-the-me-in-disapoinment @memehyungwon @sleep-is-4-da-week @eyebags4days. no pressure~

what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Q is alright. Full name is hard to pronounce and im kinda tired correcting people so Q easy.

when is your birthday?

November 5th ♏

where do you live?

Colorado USA. Where are all the coloradans at tho

three things you are doing right now?

listening to music // all these tag games // wondering what im going to eat later lol

four fandoms that have piqued your interest:

i try to stay out of fandoms cuz of fandom drama but in terms of like piece of media i had been eyeing stayc for so long i am now binging everything they ever released lol // haikyuu or however you spell it lol. everyone keeps talking about it im interested but only when the fandom dies down a little // julie and the phantoms and i think thats it? if im interested in something i usually have it in my mind for months before actually getting around to it lol

how has the pandemic been treating you?

alright i guess. i get frustrated at people not taking the necessary precautions. Other than that its been nice being home although i cant visit a lot of my family

a song you can’t stop listening to right now?

Nobody Else by Monsta X ❤

recommend a movie:

Grave of the Fireflies cuz i need everyone to cry as hard as i did. i honeslty have such a wide variety of movies that ive seen. talk to me about movies pls

how old are you?

tbh anytime someone asks me this i automatically forget lol also my whole family jokes im a super old spirit. Anyways, im 23

school, university, occupation, other?

just graduated so now im kinda... lost lol. i’ll figure it out

do you prefer heat or cold?

Cold! you can always add layers in the cold but you cant take off your skin in the heat

name one fact others may not know about you:

i used to be obsessed with snakes when i was like 7 and ive been wanting one so bad since like 2 years ago

are you shy?

yeah. i think more than anything i like to sit back and observe other people before befriending them but once i befriend you i will never forget you ❤ i pride myself in being one of those people that no matter how long its been since the last time we talk it’ll still feel the same

pronouns?

she/her

biggest pet peeves?

when someone cuts a person off when they’re talking and they raise their voice when they’re being ignored. im projecting but whatever. it seems to happen a lot with the older women in my family. also leaving seconds on the microwave. also also people moving my stuff thinking theyre cleaning up

what is your favourite “dere” type?

skip lol

rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.

9. i wouldn’t say im happy with where i am but i could be doing worse. but im also striving to be better

what’s your main blog?

@/simplyquetzo

list your side blogs and what they’re used for

this one is a sideblog

i have another one but... secret cuz im slightly embarrased of the url. if you know it shhhhhhhh

is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

i will leave you on read but its unintentional. i rarely get mad at other people and if i do get mad chances are i’m more mad at myself than the other person

[snarkwrites]

blindsided | steve harrington.

Authors Note:

Okay, whoa, hi.. I was writing that oneshot with Jonathan the other day and in the back of my mind, I kind of briefly toyed with the idea of playing the OC there off of Steve Harrington. Welp.. cue about fourish hours ago, this idea hitting me out of the blue and me writing it all out in a hurry. I edited a little, but yannow how that is.

Now here’s what I need.. If anyone would like to see either this one shot or the one with Jonathan [ link here ] turned into an actual fic using Charlotte, pls.. I beg of you.. tell me which guy. Because I’m curious.

Pairing:

Steve Harrington & OFC, Charlotte

Warnings: Uhh.. Steve being an idiot, swearing, intense fluff, one hell of a long build to a first kiss, that’s about it?

Tagging:

@rampagewriting​ | @chasingeverybreakingwave​ | I didn’t know who else to tag here but hey, if you wanna be tagged in my stranger things stuffs, pls go to my tag list doc and add your name? Pls?

Other:

[ tag list doc ] | [ other one shots with this oc ] | [ oneshot masterlist ]

The knocking on my grandparent’s front door had me glancing up and over the back of the couch through a curtain of hair just to see if anyone else was going to get the door. When I realized that neither of my grandparents were coming down to get it I rose up, stretching as I stood. 

“Sweetie? Can you get the door? I’m trying to give your grandpa a massage up here.” my grandma Ginger called down the stairs finally and I called back up, “Going right now, grandma!” as I stepped over to the front door, raising onto my tiptoes to peer through the little glass window at the top.

As soon as I saw who it was, I leaned against the door and muttered mostly to myself, “What in the hell is Steve doing on my porch at almost 10?” just as he knocked again, louder this time.

“I saw you look out here, Charlotte. C’mon, open up… Please?”

He sounded like he was in pain - or drunk and I raised a brow, wondering what on Earth and why in seven hells he felt like my grandparents place was somewhere he needed to be right now. We didn’t really know each other well. I mean yeah, Nancy’s kind of a friend and they’re kind of involved, but beyond that, I know zilch about the guy.

He knocked again and I turned the knob, opening the door and stepping out onto my grandparent’s porch. “What the hell, Steve?”

“You’re at home? On Halloween? That’s lame.” Steve stepped closer to me, staring down at me intently. He snickered to himself and I looked down, groaning quietly when I realized that I wasn’t wearing any pants. I raised a hand, gently popping his upper arm.

“You’re the one who came over here when I was all nice and settled on the couch.” I reminded him with a pout, folding my arms over my chest and tapping my foot. I tilted my head slightly, staring up at him, completely unamused. 

“I know.. Trust me,  I know. Just wanted to see you.” Steve was swaying a little as he moved to stand closer to me. I’d shivered because the wind picked up outside and the chill in the air was cutting right through me. To be fair, I wasn’t exactly dressed for company.

“Why exactly?” I bit my lip as I eyed him suspiciously. 

Steve shrugged and muttered something I couldn’t quite make out and when I shivered again, he chuckled and nodded towards the door to my grandparent’s house. “Can we move this inside? Before you freeze your ass off?”

“I guess?” I muttered quietly. I opened the front door and stepped into the little hallway, letting Steve step inside too. Only when he went to step in the door, he lingered in the doorway, our bodies brushing.

I gulped and I tried to ignore the fact that for some weird reason, my stomach was all fluttery inside. And my heart was beating just a little faster. He stared down at me for a few long seconds that seemed to stretch eternal and I cleared my throat when the tension got so thick between us that I almost couldn’t breathe.

“Steve… In or out.”

He stepped in past me and I slunk into the living room, flopping back down onto the sofa, smart enough to grab the plaid throw draped over the end to at least halfway attempt covering my legs.

“What the hell are you watching?” Steve sat down right next to me and my breath caught in my throat. For a second or two, I found myself wondering if I’d fallen asleep and this was some kind of bizarre fever dream.

He repeated the question and I turned a little to look at him, shushing him. “Halloween. Shh. It’s getting good.”

I reached out for the bowl of candy corn on the heavy wooden table in front of the sofa and dug into it, raising my hand to my mouth. Partly there, Steve’s hand shot out, circling my wrist, guiding my hand to his mouth instead as he gave me that cocky smirk.

The feel of his lips against the palm of my hand affected me way way way more than it should’ve. I found myself caught on the receiving end of an intense stare and I raised a hand, dragging it through my hair, tousling it up a little as I asked quietly, “What? You’re acting really weird tonight, Steve.”

“ You’re so fucking pretty. How did I not see it last year?” Steve muttered mostly to himself as he leaned in just a little more, raising his hand and smoothing my hair back out of my eyes. “Those big brown eyes…”

“Steve..” I gulped out the word. I tried to shove the way his tone and the soft look in his eyes were affecting me deep down but they just wouldn’t be ignored. “You have a girlfriend, sir.”

He gave a quiet groan and I took a shaky breath. “Hello, remember Nancy?”

“We’re done, actually. She left Billy’s with Jonathan Byers.”

I tensed a little at his words and sighed, shaking my head. “No surprise there.” I mumbled quietly, reaching down into my bowl of candy corn for a few more pieces. I needed something to distract my hands and my mouth right now and I needed it badly.

Otherwise, I was going to break the cardinal rule of friendship and I didn’t even really know why to begin with, beyond spur-of the moment want.

And no, that was not a good enough reason in my mind. ,, and then there’s Jonathan and this misguided notion you have that maybe one day, he’ll feel the same way about you that you feel about him. Obviously, he wants Nancy.”  - and that thought was the beginning of my descent down a very slippery slope.

Steve was looking down at his hands and he spoke up again. “I know you don’t believe me, but I meant what I just said… about you, I mean. The whole time Nancy was drunk and dumping me earlier, I just kind of zoned out. I was thinking about last year… when we had Bio and I totally caught you before you fainted when we were dissecting the frog? You were kinda woozy and you gave me this weak little smile right before you barfed everywhere? I held your hair out of your way...” he laughed at himself, shaking his head, muttering something I couldn’t understand quietly under his breath.

I raised a brow, giving a soft laugh as I shook my head. “I think you’re hurting really bad right now and you want to hurt back. Am I even a little wrong in thinking that, Steve?” I tried again to discourage him, even pressing my finger against his lips so he’d stop talking.

But Steve wouldn’t be Steve if he knew when to shut up.

 With a chuckle, he reached up and lowered my finger from his mouth and continued to dig the hole he was getting himself into even deeper.

“Maybe it wasn’t that day in the lab… Maybe it was the quarry when you were swimming with everybody. The way you throw your head back to laugh. The breeze in your hair. That cute little flowered bikini and that grandma sweater thing that’s entirely too big for you and covers up your hands.” Steve mused, watching my face carefully, almost as if he were trying to stir up some kind of reaction.

And I have no doubt about it, he probably was.

I tried to keep myself neutral, but at the same time, I found myself wondering just how in the hell he noticed that much about me. That question wouldn’t be ignored.

I was so caught up in it and the struggle not to ask that I missed him leaning in a little more.

“Hey, Charlotte?”

“Yeah?” I jumped a little when I came back into reality and not my thoughts and I found him inching closer and closer to my face. “What?”

“Jonathan wants Nancy. Nancy wants Jonathan. Maybe somewhere in all this, I decided I want you. Why’s that so far out there, huh?”

“Because..” I fumbled for an answer. I also noticed that despite my best attempts, I was not pulling away. My face was inching closer to his too. I’d turned completely so that I was almost in the guy’s lap.

And the weird part of it was that there was absolutely no guilt whatsoever as this all took place. I should’ve felt guilty, I mean… Until a few minutes ago, I thought I was head over heels in love with my best guy friend Jonathan. And I’d never do this to someone I called a friend behind her back either.

Why the hell did he have to show up on my grandma’s porch and make me question everything I thought I knew?

More importantly, why did I like the fact that he’d done it just a little more than I probably should have, even though I knew this was probably a disaster in the making.

My gaze shifted down, settling on the plaid throw draped over my bare legs and his finger shot out, tucking beneath my chin and raising my face so that I had to meet his gaze. “Hey.. If you tell me you don’t feel anything, I’ll go. I mean it. I’ll go right now and we’ll just forget this whole thing.” his voice was whisper quiet, thick and laced with emotions I couldn’t easily write off. He eyed me anxiously, going quiet for a minute or two. 

I meant to say something, anything but I just couldn’t. I literally couldn’t come up with anything. I couldn’t just lie and say I didn’t feel anything because obviously, I felt something.

I just wasn’t entirely sure what it was.

“You’re not saying anything.” he muttered as he moved in closer.

“Obviously.” I mumbled back, moving in closer.

On the television set, screams echoed, puncturing the silence. I looked away quickly and Steve guided my face so that I was looking at him instead of the tv. “Eyes on me, okay? Ignore that… whatever that is.”

I nodded, licking my lips. He closed the distance between our mouths and I raised a hand, tangling my fingers in thick dirty blond hair, tugging at it as he pulled me into his lap and deepened the kiss. His tongue parted my lips and I whimpered a little, nipping at his bottom lip with my teeth. He did the same, tugging a little bit. 

The kiss broke and we sprang apart, struggling to catch our breath, panting. I stood on shaky legs and spoke up in a daze. “I.. Kitchen.. Water.. You want any?”

“Yeah.”

I hurried into the kitchen -only after almost walking out into the hall in a daze, reaching into the high cabinet my grandma keeps the glasses and plates in, grabbing two glasses, filling them with water from the tap. And for a few seconds, I stood there, gripping the edge of the sink tight, trying to take a few seconds to pull myself together, process what exactly was happening and calm myself down.

,, okay. Alright. When he kissed me, it was beyond fireworks. What the hell?” 

I heard him walking into the kitchen and he chuckled, reaching out to take the glass of water from the counter.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I mean I think. I don’t know? I wasn’t expecting this.. Uhh.. whatever it was.”

“I kissed you. You kissed back.” Steve answered, raising the glass to his lips and taking a long drink. He sat the glass back down on the counter and he stood there, staring at me. “ Did you feel anything?”

Oh, I felt something alright. Mind blown.

Not only had I not been expecting this, I hadn’t been expecting to like it so much. I hadn’t expected it to feel so good. To make as much sense as it did.

It was a lot to unpack.

I stepped closer cautiously and I placed my hand against the black button up shirt he was wearing. “If I say I did, Steve… what’s that even mean?”

“ It means that I want to get to know you better. It means that I wanna at least give this a chance. What’s it mean to you?”

I shuffled my feet, eyes darting to the tiled floor of my grandparent’s kitchen as I mulled it over. I could feel his stare the whole time and when I looked up to meet his gaze again, he let out a ragged breath as I moved closer. “Me too.”

He grinned and reached out, taking the glass and taking another sip. “Do you think it’d be okay if I picked you up for school tomorrow? I know I’m not your grandpa’s favorite person.” he chuckled in amusement as he said it and I laughed quietly, biting my lip as I thought about it.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“And now… It’s okay if I stay and we finish the movie, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Awesome.” he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me flush against him as he embraced me. His nose rested in the crown of my head and I heard him sniffing my hair. I raised my head and eyed him, laughing softly. “Did you just sniff my hair? Weird.”

“You realize you smell like...really good… right?” he shrugged it off and I bit my lip, shuffling my feet. “Thanks?”

I grabbed hold of his wrist and started to pretty much drag him back towards the living room and this time, when he sat down right next to me, I grabbed the blanket and put it over my legs again, but only after I slipped them across his lap.

As Michael Myers claimed another victim on my tv screen, I buried my face in the curve of his neck, making him laugh and look down at me, asking the question, “Not that I mind, but if this is so scary, why are you watching?”

“Because it’s Halloween.”

“Oh. Okay, that makes sense.” Steve laughed, shaking his head at me, nodding to the screen. “You’re not gonna want to look yet.”

“Tell me when it’s safe?”

“You realize I could just pretend it’s not safe at all just to keep your head there.”

“Steve.” I grumbled, glancing up at him and smiling. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I can’t help that I like it when you get scared and go a little clingy.”

“I’m not!”

“Says the girl whose sitting in my lap with her face hidden in my neck. Oh shit. Fuck.” Steve looked down, using the top of my head to hide his own eyes. “Fuckin jumpscares. They’re bullshit.”

“Mhm.” I pulled back, staring up at him as I dissolved into a fit of giggles. Steve pouted and asked “Hey, what’s so funny, huh?”

“Oh, nothing. I mean aside from the fact that this is not how I saw my Halloween going at all?”

“Is that really a bad thing?”

I thought about it, shaking my head. “Nope.”

[joonsrack]

+Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

+Genre:  One shot (maybe an eventual series). It’s not fluff, it’s not angst, it’s....idk i’m bad at this.

+Word count: 2.1k

+Summary: 

“Here stands Kim Namjoon, tyrannic CEO who has made the last few months of your life a blur of stressful weeks and nonexistent weekends. He's a workaholic on a good day, and a demon on the bad ones. Not a...whatever this is.

‘He’s flirting, right?’ The little voice from the back of your mind supplies. ‘Shut up’ is all you answer.”

Meeting your boss in a BDSM club is probably the last thing you were expecting coming here.

+Warnings: NSFW (nothing graphic but story takes places in a BDSM club), BDSM themes, implied switch namjoon, implied dom reader, i know nothing about BDSM and BDSM clubs, don’t @ me. (if i should have tagged anything else pls let me know uwu)

+A/N: This is my first reader x member type of fic, and i gotta say, it was pretty fun. I wrote this for the Secret Santa event organized by the amazing people at BTS writers collective, as a gift for the lovely @freekyegg​ 💖💖💖. You said your fave namjoon was harness and choker namjoon, so my brain went straight for the kinky stuff.... I  hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! Also this fic has nothing to do with Christmas, idk how that happened..

ENORMOUS thank you to @spicykoreantatertots​ who edited this on a 2 hour deadline, when it wasn’t even finished yet 🥰💖

Of all the places you thought you’d be spending your Friday night, sitting in the office of a BDSM club owner, discussing SSC and setting up your membership, was not one of them. But here you are, sitting in the office of a BDSM club owner, going through the terms and conditions of your membership.

Jung Hoseok smiles at you before handing you a gold pen. The man looks immaculate in his double breasted gray suit, not a crease in sight. Despite his smile, there’s a dangerous aura to him. One of complete and utter control.

“Sign here, here, and here. It’s very important that you respect these rules, for everyone’s safety. We also insist that first timers stick to observation during their first visit. Wear this.” He says, putting down a red bracelet on the desk before you. “Then other customers will know not to propose you. You can also choose to wear this bracelet whenever you feel like just watching from the sidelines.” You hand him back the membership contract after you’ve finished signing on all the proper lines, and he examines your signature before nodding in approval. “There’s a bar at everyone’s disposal, but we don’t allow heavy alcohol consumption, since we prioritize clear consent.”

The nameplate on the desk with 'Jung Hoseok - Headmaster' engraved in cursive makes you feel like you’re back in high school. Except this is not high school, and sitting on the other side of the desk is a successful attractive young man, not a bald idiot.

“There’s some private rooms to everyone’s disposition, which you can either reserve in advance or the same night depending on the availability. We have one room for people who like to have an audience, which we call the Window Room.” 

You nod along with him, a little overwhelmed by all the information. He smiles reassuringly at you, noticing your deer in the headlights look. It feels more predatory than anything else.

“There's single mixers every last Thursday of each month, open to the BDSM community, and sometimes there’s special events, themed nights or performances, which are posted on the website. Any questions?”

You shake your head, feeling so far out of your element, sitting in this chair, about to enter a whole new world you’ve been fantasizing about but never dared to seek out.

It took your best friend, Taehyung, digging a little too deep in your closet for one of your blouses and finding your box of accessories and outfit. You had flushed a deep red in embarrassment at having your secret exposed, but your friend had been quick to reassure you there was nothing to be embarrassed about. 

Then he’d shocked you into admitting he had a similar interest.

“You asked me once why I have a leash at home when I don’t own a dog.” He had said, shrugging one shoulder, and that had been an eye opening moment for you.

And then, after revealing you’d never shared with anyone your interest for all things leather, whip and power dynamic, he had talked to you about this club.

“It’s called Club Dionysus. It’s for people interested in BDSM. There are spaces reserved for scenes, but you can also just chill at the bar and observe. It could be good for you, to explore this side of you, you know? Without any pressure to participate in anything.”

A few days later, after a hellish week of dealing with your tyrannic boss, distracting yourself with a new experience seemed like an excellent idea.

The corset is hugging your body just right, your sheer stockings held in place by some garter and disappearing into your leather pencil skirt. The heels you have on would never be appropriate for a setting other than this one, making you feel like there’s power to each of your steps.

It’s definitely not the kinkiest outfit you own, but you chose to keep it tame for you first visit.

Taehyung is waiting just outside the door as Hoseok dismisses you from his office, wishing you an excellent time. He steers you toward the bar area, but that doesn’t stop you from mapping out the place. You had sneaked a peak at the club before being ushered into the Headmaster’s office, but it’s still a lot to take in once you’re finally free to let your eyes roam around.

The general theme colour seems to be dark palettes, dark wood details, and a little touch of red here and there, but definitely less than you were expecting. There’s the bar corner, which looks like any other club, save maybe for the bartender’s outfit. There’s some tables and then an open space, but it doesn’t seem to be for dancing, judging from the handcuffs hanging from the ceiling.

“For public punishment.” Taehyung specifies once he sees what you zeroed on.

You try to act unaffected, but it’s definitely going to stay in the back of your mind.

There’s a hallway that leads to a few closed doors, some with signs on them. It’s probably safe to assume these are “occupied” signs. Then there's a corner with a small stage, where those performances Hoseok mentioned probably take place. A Saint Andrew’s cross is placed on it, which you were kind of expecting, coming here.

Then, there’s a ceiling to floor window, giving into a darkened room.

You leave Taehyung at the bar waiting for you drinks, curious about what is standing on the other side. The room is dark, so you need to stick your face to the glass and shield your eyes from the light to see anything beyond the window.

You see some outlines, but you can’t make out exactly what’s in there, other than some dark furniture. You push your face even closer, tightening the shield around your eyes.

“You’re allowed to peak inside through the door, you know.” Someone says from behind you, startling you from how close they sound.

Your body seizes up in fight or flight response, survival instinct kicking in at the familiar voice. You know it so well; Too well. It follows you all day long, barking orders left and right, calling you at all hours to add to your workload. And then it wakes you up in the middle of the night, most of the time from stress nightmares.

Most of the time.

You deliberate about turning around and facing the most humiliating moment of your life, or just going straight for the exit without turning back. There isn't a lot of patrons in the bar right now, so the path to the door is probably clear. The only problem is that your feet are grounded to the floor, your heels feeling like they're suddenly made of concrete.

There's a little voice in the back of your mind whispering something that resemble 'Don't forget he's here too', but right now all you’re able to focus on is the presence you can feel, hovering over your shoulder. 

That's probably what describes best your relationship, him hovering over your shoulder.

Kim Namjoon has been breathing down your back since the first day you started working as his personal assistant, making your every waking moment a living hell. Go figure he would be doing it here too.

You brace yourself for his usual cold demeanour. You're persuaded this man hates you, always bossing you around and criticizing your every move.

You aren’t expecting the soft grin pulling at the corner of his lips. 

Neither are you expecting… everything else.

Gone is his everyday slicked back hairstyle, his silver hair coiffed into a more relaxed, swoop to the side look. He’s wearing this black satin blouse with see through sleeves and leather jeans, which is already a lot to compute, quite different from the suit you’re used to seeing him in. What makes your brain short circuit though, is the harness. 

A leather belt cinches his slim waist, two leather straps attached to it, running over his strong shoulders. There’s two leather cuff on each of his wrist, over the sleeves ends, and the harness look is completed by a simple black choker, looking stark against Namjoon’s neck.

You feel your mouth go dry, your breathing getting a little short and heart beating a little faster. 

All because of the stress of meeting your boss here, of course. No other reason at all.

“Hello sir.” You say, finally finding your voice. Your head is in a state of chaos, your brain on a loop of everything going on with Namjoon’s outfit. 

“Rule #6 if I remember correctly; Relationships and dynamic with people you might know outside of these walls do not apply inside Club Dionysus.” Namjoon recites, eyes on your red bracelet. He takes a very small step back that doesn’t do anything for the lack of space between you. 

You would feel caged in, except he has his hands in his back.

You’re not exactly sure why he’s telling you that, although you vaguely remember Jung Hoseok mentioning this earlier. The confusion must show on your face, because Namjoon carries on.

“You don’t need to address me as sir here.” He says, his smile turning sharper. “That is… unless we’ve previously agreed upon that.” 

Oh. Oh.

There’s something happening here. A shift in the air. A glint in his eyes. 

You swallow, and it sounds ten times louder than usual, despite the soft background music.

“I- hm. Interesting.” You’ve probably never sounded so dumb, but you can’t think over the sirens going off in your head.

This is a weird situation. Something you were not expecting, not in a million years. And how could you? 

Here stands Kim Namjoon, tyrannic CEO who has made the last few months of your life a blur of stressful weeks and nonexistent weekends. He's a workaholic on a good day, and a demon on the bad ones. Not a...whatever this is.

‘He’s flirting, right?’ The little voice from the back of your mind supplies. ‘Shut up’ is all you answer.

Unaware of your internal struggles, Namjoon snorts at your lack of response, looking...endeared? Is that the correct word? Is your obvious lack of brain cells endearing to him?

“I’m not your boss here, and you’re not my personal assistant.”

“Ehrm, I see. Should I call you Mr.Kim then?”

“If you wish to.” He says, looking particularly amused by your awkwardness.

Which, rude. This is a stressful place to meet your boss, how dare he.

“If I wish to, huh? So, I could choose to call you anything I’d like?” You can’t stop the slight flare of temper, not liking being made fun off. If he wants you to treat him as an equal, then treat him as an equal you will.

Namjoon nods once, his tongue quickly wetting his lips before adding, “Of course I will need to agree to it beforehand.”

You catch Taehyung from the corner of your eyes, waving at you from the bar with a question mark on his face. Namjoon follows your line of sight, focusing on your friend and frowning.

“Would you agree to being called ‘baby boy’, then?” you taunt, standing straighter than you have so far. 

He snaps his attention back to you, looking taken aback by the switch of demeanor.

You can’t stop your mind from conjuring the memory of those dreams, the one that wake you up in the middle of the night. Blurs of a long body tied to a bed, a diamond choker sparkling on his neck, a voice, usually hard, sounding soft and whimpery.

The wide eyed look Namjoon is giving you is pretty close to the one you usually see on his face during those short nighttime visits. 

“I-” He says, but stops, looking flustered. You feel a growing satisfaction at having reversed the roles.

The novelty of the situation, that left you feeling unsteady, is starting to subside, leaving you sure footed in your stilettos. 

You purse your lips, cocking a brow.

“Only if you agree, of course.”

You see his throat work, making his choker shift as he swallows once, then twice.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m not allowed to take part in the events tonight,” You say, showing off your bracelet. “so I guess we should keep this discussion for next time.” You side step him, never breaking eye contact.

“After all, we need to talk about what you’re going to call me, too.” 

“In fact,” He finally says after a moment of silence, his earlier confidence replaced by something more tentative. “we should discuss it in great detail.” He finishes.

You smile in lieu of a response, before giving one last appreciative look to his attire, lingering on the black choker. You feel his eyes on you as you make your way back to the bar, already looking forward to next Friday.

[thequotorium]

“GET TO KNOW ME” TAG GAME

rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by: @sandypenguin6

What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Toria is my nickname, but i’m not really picky about how people shorten Victoria or whatever, it has so many versions

When is your birthday?

09/19

Where do you live?

Quebec!

Three things you are doing right now:

1. Watching Julia Cudney’s new video :D

2. Eating my advent chocolate of the day

3. Getting edits together for my thesis

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

Recently, these 2:

Chihayafuru (karuta in general)

Legend of Zelda

But in terms of long-standing fandoms:

Hyouka

Fate/stay night

How has the pandemic been treating you?

My desire to create has taken such a nosedive, i have like 10 essay posts i want to write and no time to do it bc my thesis is taking priority and that’s an incredibly hard thing to motivate myself to do!!! And with no variety in where i can be it just compounds those feelings.

A song you can’t stop listening to right now:

gold rush, Taylor Swift, or Spirits of the Sea by Kenshi Yonezu duality of man

How old are you?

24

School, University, occupation other?

MA in Film Studies and i love it but it’s also incredibly hard sometimes

Do you prefer heat or cold?

I hate the heat in terms of summer and humidity and sweating, so technically i like the cold much better? generally more of a fan of fall and winter and being able to add warmth rather than having warmth as the default 

Name one fact that others may not know about you.

i was recently able to rewatch httyd and i can still quote the whole movie

Are you shy?

I get very anxious about saying the wrong things when i’m in new contexts and don’t have a good way of gaging how to act, but overall i’ve become more confident in myself recently

Pronouns?

She/her

Biggest pet peeve?

when people don’t cancel the microwave timer after stopping it, so when i look over to check the time it’s like 00:03 and i have to go and fix it

What is your favorite “dere” type?

Hardcore supporter of tsundere, they’re amazing

Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.

it’s a solid 6 i think...pretty uncertain about the future in literally every aspect and that scares me to no end, but also i’m realizing a lot of dreams wrapping up the beginning of next year which will help to guide how i roll. i’m in a stable position right now thank goodness and i have the opportunity to hunker down and focus on finishing the task at hand. just grateful for all the connections to friends i have despite the circumstances and fighting my own brain

What’s your main blog?

This one! 

List your side blogs and what they’re used for.

sorry, everything on my main blog belongs here, no side blog needed!

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

My love language is showing you things. pls don’t take it the wrong way, i LIVE for showing people things it’s how i connect to others interests and how i learn

So, don’t feel like you need to do this, all right? It’s cool either way. I’ll tag @reginas-lasagna @muffincoti @pkmnsensei @well-alright-then-buddy @palmtoplion @thedisneysoldier

. . . and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in.

No spoons? No  problem. If you’re not feeling it, then I get that. I hope you enjoy the day. 😊