#darling nonny

[sarahsmi13s]

Can I request a slider home for the holidays mood board? I feel like he would be the kind to surprise you, he somehow convinced a superior to give him a couple days off for Christmas so he could come home. He would be the sweetest.

hey nonny darling! thank you for celebrating with me! 🥰

|| sliding home for christmas ||

time together as a family is a gift

You and your children hadn't expected Ron to be home for Christmas. He wasn't due to come home until after the new year. So, imagine the surprise of you hearing your twin sons and your daughter squealing "Daddy!" while playing outside. You immediately picked up your 18 month old boy from his playpen and waddled as fast as you could with your 7 month belly to get outside and see if it was true. That your husband was home. And sure enough, there he was. In his tall, goofy glory, still in his flight suit, with your children climbing him like a jungle gym. Was he home from being in the middle of the ocean early? Yeah, yeah he was. But you weren't going to question it. You were just happy to have your Ronnie back.

thank you again for celebrating with me nonny darling! i hope you like it! love ya!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

[saecookie]

I also like how Ashley Barton doesn’t have any superpowers — she’s just out there conquering the Wastelands, occasionally helping out the multiverse, all on her ownsome.

Ashley Barton is royal Nonny, she's the star, she's making her family mad. I love her and you and me have great taste about it 👁️👁️

[buckgasms]

Bunny and Clyde reader who ties bucky to the bed after he did soemthing she didn't like and decides to edge him for however long she can... lets just say when he finally gets out he will be using her to cum which means there's no reason for her to cum as she'll just be his toy. I'm fact, maybe there's no reason for her to cum ever again...

Hello!!

Thank you for this 🤌🏼excellent🤌🏼 ask and for all the amazing asks that have come through in the last few days!

They are all perfect! Please always feel free to send me filth and fluff and anything in-between!

So let's get started with this beauty....

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I love the idea that Bucky wakes up with his Bunny sitting on his lap, his hands tied to the bed and you have the most wicked grin on your face.

And he's sooooo annoyed because somehow you have managed to do quite a good job at tying him up and he can't get to you. Can't grab you and show you whose boss. And you know it.

And he's so fucking hard about it too.

And you know it.

"What's going on Bunny?" He growls, trying to keep his voice calm, he's still in control...surely?

You pout and rake your nails gently down his chest, wiggling your heat against his cock as you do.

"You made bunny sad..." He lets out a sound somewhere between a huff and a gasp as your nails sink in a little harder. "You made fun of me in front of the other girls at the club and I don't like that..." You rolled your hips to emphasise your point making him groan again.

"Bunny...I...I'm sorry. Just untie me baby and I can make it up to you..."

You giggle and climb off him shaking your head. "Umm no, I want to feel better Bucky, I want you to feel how I felt. I think that's fair..."

When Bucky would cast his mind back to the moment in question, he thinks he may have made some lame joke about your taste in music that made two girls slightly chuckle. But that was life with his crazy bunny....

His crazy bunny who was busy plugging in a vibrator and has a very wicked look on her face.

"Now Bucky, when I'm naughty you tell me I can't come, even when I really, really want to. So guess what?"

You wiggle the vibrator and turn it on, it's humming filling the room as you climb back onto the bed.

"Bunny I swear to god...."

But he's words die in his throat as you gently press the buzzing device to his cock. He does his best to wriggle away but you know his moves and settle yourself on his leg.

"That feel good Bucky?"

You smile at him, his face a picture of anger and frustration. You know when he gets out you are in for it, but you figure you may as well enjoy yourself beforehand.

You lean down and press some kisses to his leaking tip, licking and sucking gently as the device presses into his balls.

"Fuck Bunny..." He lets out a delicious groan as his hips thrust forward into nothing. You suck a little harder, letting his tip hit the back of your throat before pulling away and letting the device take over.

"You gonna come Bucky? You sure look like you might..."

He growls and shakes, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His breath catches in his throat so you pull the vibrator off and giggle. "Uh uh! Not yet..."

He curses and tries to grab at you, but the binds are too tight. He exhales deeply and you feel his body relax a little. Well most of it.

"Look at your cock... It's so perfect" you muse as you run a finger over it, spreading his precum and making him cry out.

"Ooh too sensitive?? Poor Bucky, you need to try a lot harder if you want to make it up to me..."

He pants and tries to make his features more pleasant as he looks at you. "Told you bunny... Untie me... I'll make it up to you..."

You cackle and crawl over him, pressing a kiss to his face before pulling back.

"Nope"

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Not to waste an opportunity you spend a little time grinding on him, letting yourself come as you ride his thigh and his stomach. You make a real mess of him, pressing kisses to his face as you deny him any pleasure.

His cock is throbbing and red but you are as good as your word and have refused to give him any release. You've teased, sucked, licked and vibed him to the edge many times, but nothing.

He must be delirious by now, you think as you consider finally letting him loose. Maybe too tired to punish you, and by the morning he will have forgotten all about it....?

What you didn't realise was that despite your hard work Bucky had been secretly working at releasing himself from your trap. Every moment of fury, focused on his escape.

To be honest he was actually very proud and he was as hot for you as he was cross. He should know better than to tease you, because you were his crazy Bun Bun.

But you had had your fun. It was his turn now.

You were standing in the middle of the room staring at the vibrator in your hand, deciding what to do next when you felt a strong pair of arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as Bucky squeezed you tight and practically lifted you off the floor. "Buckyyy no!! Was gonna untie you just now!!" You wailed out as he threw you on the bed and squashed your body with his.

"Too late pretty girl, it's payback time..."

With a swift move he tied your hands together behind your back and pushed your face into the mattress, ass up in the air. Your feet kicked uselessly as he used the other rope to tie your ankles together.

"Now that's more like it. Just how a bunny should be." He said and you can imagine the smirk on his face as he admires his handiwork. You whine his name again but he just lands some broad spanks to your ass cheeks making your squeal.

You feel your face flush as his fingers spread your pussy lips apart and you feel his spit land on your soaked holes. His fingers delve in and out of you taking his time, prolonging the torture.

"Now bunny...I'm not cruel like you. You can come as much as you need. I don't mind one bit. In fact if you keep coming all night long that's fine with me. But I'm gonna keep using these holes until I'm satisfied... Ok? Don't care if you come so much you cry, dont care if you get all sore and puffy.... You made me wait, over and over and over. So I'm gonna keep going until I feel better. Got that?"

He took your moan as agreement before sinking into the hilt, a satisfied groan escaping from his lips. The room was filled with the slapping of skin at a steady pace, his filthy talk and your moans.

His hands gripped the cord around your wrists for purchase as he bounced you harder and faster chasing his long delayed release until his hips stuttered and he groaned, leaning down on your body for support as he emptied himself inside you.

He took a moment to recover before pulling out. Rolling you over and taking the sight of you in. Giddy smile on a tear stained face as you rolled a little more to look at him.

He sits himself down and pulls you into his lap and pushes his cock into you, enjoying your face of delight and the sound of his fat cock filling your already full hole. He gives you both a moment before bouncing you up and down as you can do nothing but take it, a glassy look drifting across your face.

"atta girl..."

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It was early morning by the time he finally relented.

He'd fucked you every way he could think of, making up for all the orgasms you stole from him and then some. You had gone beyond the path of pleasure into another realm. Everytime you thought you couldn't come again, he dragged another from you. You were lucky you lived in his private mansion because you were sure the neighbours would have raised hell by now.

Now you were sitting in the bath, still trapped on his cock as he gently cleaned you all over, pressing kisses to your soft skin and whispering praises and filth in your ear.

"You like this don't you bunny? You like when we get a little feisty hmm? Like riling me up huh?"

You hiccup out a giggle when he drags a finger over your sensitive folds, reminding you he's still very much seated inside you with a gentle roll of his hips.

"Buckkyy I love it but please... I can't come again...please..."

He presses soothing kisses to your cheek and lays back pulling you with him, making his cock sink deeper somehow.

"Told ya bunny, I don't care... Your gonna come, just come baby, don't care how much it hurts, I want, what I want..."

He swipes and flicks at your puffy clit and gently thrusts upwards making the water slosh around you. You emit a long high pitched moan as your peak slowly but forcefully knocks the wind from your lungs.

He presses soft kisses to your face and shoulders, gently stroking your worn out limbs as you shudder to a halt, utterly exhausted.

"Good girl, that was a really good one Bunny..."

Eventually he is drying you off and bringing you back to bed, which he seems to have remade in your absence.

Your tired body slides into the middle of the bed and you sink into the pillows, limbs heavy and achey but you still feel on cloud nine. Strong arms wrap around you again, this time a lot less tight than the time before.

"Oh Bunny, such a silly girl hmm?"

You laugh softly, your voice feeling a little croaky as he presses kisses to your neck, making your tingle all over.

"Msorry Bucky. I just don't like it when you tease me in front of people..."

He chuckles as you yawn, hugging you closer and slotting his body closer behind yours. "I should know better shouldn't I baby girl?"

You yawn again and nod, letting your eyes flutter closed as his hands smooth over your body, gliding over your thighs, holding you tight.

You are just about to doze off when you feel his hands lift your thigh upwards and he presses his cock back into your pussy. You gasp and grip onto the pillow as his deep groan mixes with a chuckle.

"Bunny you need to pay attention more...I don't feel better just yet. Maybe one more and I'll feel better then..."

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[fcthots]

Heyy! i hope you're having a wonderful day today let's start with that! <3 Soo I know many people find the Jason Todd friends with benefits au hot but personally...I CAN'T. My softy self will cry of jealousy so hard because of the no strings attached thingy. I couldn’t help imagine reader and Jason in that situation (hope this is understandable its my first ask and im still working on my english!) Love your writings and please don't feel pressured to write if you're not feeling up to it!

no bc i have been thinking about this and IEDJFHNEIJF i have opinions. There is only ONE (1) correct way to do fwb w jason and it is ANGST.

You're both hopelessly in love with each other. You both know it, but you can't be everything you want to be. You can't have the one thing you want most, but this will just have to be enough.

His eyes always linger on you. No matter what you're doing. It's like he gets drunk on just watching you move. He'll sit on your couch after he swore he'd stop coming over. He watches you wash dishes and wipe down the counters. He twitches every time you move as if he wants to stop you, as if he wants to do it for or with you, anything for you to not do it by yourself, but he doesn't get up, only watches. Watches you like you're a deity and he is your most devout follower. Watches you with so much adoration that you swear he's in love with you, but he'll be gone before you wake up, and you'll fall asleep to him saying "we can't do this again," but he'll come back. He'd come back in a hurricane, tornado, earthquake, anything to see your face. You swear he's in love with you, but then he'll say he doesn't want to see you again, even if you know he'll come back. You tell yourself that wanting and needing are different things. He doesn't want to need you. You try and tell yourself he loves you, but he makes sure to tell you he doesn't.

You take him back every time. You take him back like he didn't leave you in the middle of the night. Take him back like he didn't say that it was the last time. You take him back like you actually want him. He'll let himself believe it, because he wants you so bad, but he can never let you know that. He needs you like a drowning man needs air, but he cannot have you. He cannot keep you, but how is he supposed to tell you that? Sometimes when he slips in through your window soaked with rainwater and you wrap his towel snug around his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair, and he swears you love him too, but it's better if you don't so he lets himself believe it. He lets himself believe you don't love him the way he loves you, so he can pretend he isn't killing you when he leaves before dawn. He knows he has to leave. He has to keep you safe. Safe from the world. Safe from him. He'll only break your heart if you let him keep it, but he breaks it every time he puts it down to leave.

He's in love with you, but protecting you comes first even if it only hurts you both more. You will take anything he'll give you. You undo each other. You lay yourselves bare for only the other person to see. It only hurts you, but you can't stop. You can't stop because it's too much, but not enough. It is all you have and ruining what you have. You hate each other for it. You love each other. You scream his name every night. Sometimes he draws it out of you, and other nights you scream it into the sky with tears in your eyes. You will never forgive each other. There is nothing to forgive. The poison tastes sweet when it comes from your lover's hand.

[suusoh]

Hello! Do you think Johan would get jealous easily when it would come to his s/o? for example if some other man was talking to his s/o and/or flirting with them. If you think he would get jealous, how would he deal with the jealousy?

Thank you in advance and have a nice day/night!

I was gonna ask if yandere Johan or regular Johan but honestly they're both so sickly obsessed over you so nvm AHHHAHAH

Hmm. I think he'd be so good at rationalizing thoughts and circumstances so he wouldn't be too possessive. In a way, he's unfazed that people stare at you because he knows it's human nature to look at beautiful things. That's how it is.

He also believes that he feels secure with s/o. He loves intensely. More so than anyone. You've seen the stuff he's done for his sister, so you should definitely expect that same intensity. He knows, that you know, that both of you are devoted to each other. You're his and he is yours. Simple as that.

So why does the sight of seeing other people talk and flirt with you make a slight, barely present, unease start to form in his chest? Why does he keep his gaze on you despite knowing you won't truly leave him behind?

And he of course wonders. Why is it that, the person talking to you, isn't going away yet?

Have you perhaps not told them already? Told them that you're clearly not interested? That you are already taken, by him, your dear friend and lover, your confidante, your partner,— your Johan?

Do you need him to step in now, darling? What other reason do they need to still speak with you?

...Do you enjoy talking to them?

You can always talk to him, you know. He can be your conversation partner anytime you like and you should already know that. In actuality, he should be the first person you should always turn to if you need to share your thoughts.

You don't really need to find other people for that, do you? He can be anything you want him to be. He can be anyone at all, talk about anything and everything you want. You don't need to speak with anyone but him. So why? Why are you still talking with them? Why do you need to talk to them? Don't you you just need him? Wh—

—Oh.

He may actually be feeling... jealousy.

Ah.

.... How interesting.

A small smile tugs on his lips. That's certainly... quite a development. Another human emotion he has long since buried, beneath the layers of mental survival, emerging at last it seems. And all because of you, his dear. You did this. You... truly are quite something, you know that?

He walks over to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Phil's/ Jamie's freckles on his chest! I've nothing profound to say about them but I love his little freckles on his chest and I feel like we all need to think about them more

Well, mission accomplished, sweet nonny, because I sure am thinking about them now! It's good. XD

And I'm don't even have any strong feelings on freckles in general? But these ones make such gorgerous and intriguing little lines, particlarly on his left pec and just under it, and it makes me think of constellations and how nice it'd be to trace them...

Mm. I'd like to imagine Keeley doing just that, actually. She's halfway draped over Jamie one evening in bed, idly running her finger over his chest, tracing the patterns as she and Jamie takes turns suggesting increasinly ridiculous names for the perceived shapes.

On Jamie's other side, leaning against the headboard with a book in his lap, Roy rolls his eyes (but fondly like) and mutters something about how being so obsessed with your own body that you name your fucking freckles is exactly the sort of shit he expects from Jamie.

”You're just jealous 'cause no one can see your freckles under that dead badger you've glued to your chest,” Jamie says smugly.

”Oi,” Keeley pokes him in the side, making him squeal a giggle with the way it tickles. ”Be nice to Roy. Or I'm calling this one 'flaccid aubergine'.”

”The fuck does that even mean?” Jamie complains, but there's no real whine in his voice, just as there was no real admonition in Keeley's, or real bite in Roy's.

”Means you should put that pretty mouth to better use and kiss me,” Keeley says, winking at Roy, and Jamie is never slow to oblige, is he? Once Keeley's had her kiss Jamie shifts slightly and reaches out to pull Roy in for one too, just for good measure, and then him and Keeley turn their attention back to the freckles.

(Roy eventually joins in, deliberatedly suggesting very, very dull names because he knows that this offends Jamie far more than any outragesly rude ones ever could.)

(Roy wouldn't ever, not even under pain of death, admit to the fact that he, too, finds it soothing to occasionally put his head on Jamie's shoulder and idly trace the freckles while Jamie pets his hair.)

(Neither Jamie nor Keeley ever calls him on it.)

[lovings4turn]

George practicing telling you he loves you while you're a asleep. "I love you so much, I cannot even get my thoughts in order to tell you. That's why I'm practicing. I want to marry you, I'm going to marry you, I've never been more sure of any decision ever. Every day feels so beautiful by your side, everything feels more vibrant and more peaceful. We'll be the best of friends and never part. I probably shouldn't include that when I tell you. Too soon, right? See, that's why I need to rehearse. Probably also shouldn't include that I'm obsessed with you and can recognize you by the sound of your footsteps."

nonnie babe ... i will explode thinking about this actually ??? because this is SUCH a george thing to do , too ?

like , he always wants everything to be perfect , always has and always will , especially when it pertains to you . and something as serious as this ?? it cannot go wrong , no way . so sure , maybe he practices what he's gonna say when you're asleep , sue him . and yeah , maybe there's been a few close calls , where you've stirred a little too much and george has to promptly clamp his mouth shut . but it's all worth it . cause one day , he'll be able to say it out loud

[thesilliestofgals]

Here's a snippet of the next part for my Rosabella Beast universe! (still in development; snippet is just a draft)

The room was as tense as a knight in rusted armor. Raven and Dexter stood huddled together, with the former clenching and unclenching her hands in an attempt to extinguish the violet flames flickering in her palms and leaking out through her fingers. Apple and Darling were seated at the windowsill, the red clad princess holding on to her princess charming's arm for support.

Humphrey was circling the room like an angry bull, practically kicking up dust in his fury, hands clutching the sides of his MirrorPad so tightly that his knuckles had long since turned several shades lighter. Daring stood in the eye of the storm, arms crossed, sturdy as a king's shield.

The timidness Humphrey had been known for was nonexistent now as he stopped, chest heaving, and turned to Daring, teeth clenched so tight that his jaw seemed to twitch in pain. "So," he hissed, "let me get this straight: someone is making this... callout blog, targeting the students of Ever After High?" Daring nodded, and Humphrey's eyes closed, nostrils flaring.

Then, Apple spoke up- "But- but why in Ever After would someone do that?" Her eyes were wide and wet, and she leaned on Darling. "That's- that's just so-!" Words failed her, and she shook her head in shock.

Darling rubbed circles on Apple's back as the she leaned on her for support. "From what I've read," she murmured, "it seems as though it's a double edged sword. Some things on there, I'll admit, should've been aired out a long time ago, but others..." The Princess Charming trailed off and shook her head in sorrow and disbelief.

"I just-" Dexter was next to speak, running his sweaty fingers through his hair, nose crinkling in realization as he did so, "-it's just- wrong. Someone's taking it upon themselves to play judge, jury, and executioner."

Raven nodded, arms crossed. "It's not fairest. We need to get to the bottom of this, before someone gets seriously hurt. Humphrey, Daring, do either of you have any leads?"

Humphrey huffed, turning his MirrorPad around in his hands and tapping the screen a few times. "Well, from looking the posts over, they do feel quite like how Dexter described it. These people- they don't hold back. The worse the secret, the more caustic the post."

"People?" Raven's brow rose.

Humphrey nodded. "It's two or more, I think. Some of the posts read like something out of a crappy tabloid. Buzzwords, stuff like that. Some of the other posts, however, are more... sophisticated, as though the writer considers it something far bigger than it is."

[rockingrobin69]

Trick or Treat!! 👀👀

(I drew you a picture but it doesn’t go on anonymous 😭 — I’m sorry but I’m a coward lol)

You got a treat! Fic first, rant later.

morning-slow

Dishes in the sink from last night’s dinner and pink on his cheeks from the stubbly goodbye. Both cheeks: Harry insisted on kissing each one, slowly, green-green eyes too close and too… that, this thing that he did. Like sighing when Draco woke up and gently herding him to bed (go to sleep, love, it’s too early). Smiling when he slunk back, blanket still wrapped around his waist: and wrapping him again in his arms, in kisses, in silly thing and hey, that’s my tea! Giving up and making Draco a cup of his own, the whole world sleep-blurry and Harry-warm, the not-quite-morning quiet around them.

They sat there in steamy silence, only their teas and them awake, and Harry, grinning, couldn’t stop looking up from his notes. When Draco asked what? in a tone too gravelly for irritation, Harry just shrugged. Took his hand and threaded their fingers together. It was Draco’s left and Harry’s right, meaning neither of them could do anything now, and still they were smiling like idiots. Sitting there and just—sitting there.

The sound that came out of him when Harry sighed, when he got up (his hand still in Draco’s), a terrible thing. Scraped his throat and hurt his chest. Harry chewed on his bottom lip, too dear and too sweet, and bent down to kiss the top of his head. Hey, he said, and when Draco stubbornly refused, took his chin. Hello, love.

The humph! he was trying for came out somehow soft, a question. Harry came closer, nose-to-nose. With his eyes that did that thing they always… with affection so thick he could lick it.

Harry kissed his cheek, then the other. Kissed the tip of his nose. Kissed his forehead and his eyebrow and his chin. And Draco laughed, squirming at the ticklish attack, trying to rub himself harder on Harry’s stubble for some silly reason his not-awake mind could not yet determine. Unprepared and undone, so early in the day. Not a day. Just them, just this.

Be good, Harry smiled, with another scratchy kiss, then freed himself from the not-entirely-intentional grip of Draco’s hand. I’ll see you tonight?

That he phrased it a question was probably habit, unintentional. Still Draco found it in himself to roll his eyes, to look up with a flutter of eyelashes and tuck his head under Harry’s arm, on his soft belly. Yes, annoyed and also not, of course, git.

And now it was him and the dishes. And a day, not a day yet, which will eventually turn into night. And more of—this, Draco imagined: a lot more and then some.

Nonnie you drew me something?? WHAT?? What?? How can I see it? Tumblr friends please help how can nonnie send me the picture anonymously?

[sarahsmi13s]

"Jake gave him a watery smile before pulling him into a hug. “I love you, kid.”", "He hugged him back, tightly. “I love you too, Dad.”" - screaming, crying, throwing up!!! This was fantastic!!!!! Thank you so kuch for writing and posting it!!! The Tell Them Universe is very near and dear to my heart and this is just such a perfect addition to it, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this! I love this family!!!!

Side question: do you think Grayson would stand up to Jake the same way if he were his biological dad? (No pressure for you to answer!)

Thank you again for this piece of absolure beauty!!!

Nonny! I'm so glad you enjoyed this piece, it means a lot to hear your feedback! 🥹💜

As for your question: Yes! Grayson would still stand up to Jake. And I'll let you in on this little secret, at 12 Grayson still believed that Jake was his biological dad! It isn't until about a year or so later that Jake and wifey tell him about his biological father. And even then, Jake will always be Grayson's dad.

Thank you nonny so much for following along with this little family! It means so much to me!

[tonycries]

My little love, my little light, my heart... The way I would wage a war for you and your scenarios is slightly ridiculous, but who am I to deny the world the right to your beautiful mind. Anyway Could you imagine a reader having a tongue vibrating tongue piercing and using it on Nanami...like giving him the sloppiest of tops, or entirely with some incel (Shiggy or Naoya) LIKE!?!?!?!?!?! But always, I adore you, as always, and I'm (im)patiently waiting for your next writing to drop. Talk soon Kisses

HIII MY LOVELY NONNIE

Omg don't say thattt it's making me blush n kick my feet 🤭🤭 Ahh you guys make my ego soar TOO much, I swear. But thank you, genuinely - your words make my day <333

And I'm ngl I didn't even know that vibrating piercings were a thing before this but - wow?? Hello?? Whoever designed those definitely matches my freak because IMAGINE just barely grazing your tongue against one of our loser boys - Naoya or Shiggy and that's all it takes for them to cum.

They're embarrassed, you're smug - that's until he finally gets out through ragged breathes - "do it again."

They'd form a bit of an addiction, I fear 😈

[buckgasms]

Hi! Big fan of your work and okay you asked for it but I imagine mean bully!Bucky where he has his eyes on this young agent who just joined the team and she’s just so sweet and shy and he already fell for her when his eyes landed on her. He always secretly steals her underwear and she’s so sweet that she cries when she saw a cat got hurt on the street and Bucky saw her running to Bruce so he can help the cat, BIG MISTAKE cause the way her tears runs down her face he thinks she’s so beautiful and hot and it makes him more horny and so that’s where he starts bullying her just to see her tears and he step it up one day that during training he pinned her down and he can smell her getting turned on so he call her name until she cries but he just continues and put his thigh between her legs and he’s just so mean about it that before she gets any released he stops and ever since he can’t keep his hands off okay sorry if it’s weird

Thanks beautiful nonnie 🩷

Hmm ok so this sounds like a dark!Bucky to me, what with the underwear stealing and loving to watch her cry right?

Which I am certainly happy to accommodate 😈

This went a bit off course but i hope it's ok! It is a bit dark so please proceed with caution! ☢️

I imagine that first night after he sees you really crying, big tears sliding down your cheeks he's got your underwear wrapped around his cock as he fists himself over and over again, just imagining your pretty face and how much he would love to make to cry over and over.

It takes him so long to calm down from it because he just can't control the fire in his belly every time he thinks about you. So sweet and innocent, ready to submit and do whatever your told, take whatever he gives.

I bet he'd constantly tell you to stay late at the gym to work on your punches, belittling you and reminding you how weak you are and how you'd need someone to look after you all the time.

Maybe he sneaks into the showers to listen to your muffled sobs of frustration and tiredness just so he has something new to imagine later that night.

☁️

And maybe one night you are sparring with him and he lands a jab right to your stomach and you drop to the floor, winded and you burst out crying right then and there. He has to keep a straight face because he can't believe how fucking beautiful you look, sobbing and sweaty, laid out in front of him.

He drops to the floor pressing his knee right into your core and leans down, hands either side of your head as he comes in real close.

"How many times have I told you, you aren't up to this. You need protecting little girl..."

You huff and shake your head, pouting a little as you sob. 

"No I don't, you just keep treating me like shit and that last kick hurt..."

He grins before pressing his knee harder into your core and pinning your hands down to the mat. Before you can stop it a little moan escapes your lips, even as your eyes widen in shock.

"Doesn't sound like I'm treating you bad now, does it baby?" You curse as he grinds again, chuckling as you whimper and more tears spring from your eyes.

"Cut it out...let me go..."

He hesitates for a moment before relenting, sitting back on his haunches and watches you walk away in a hurry.

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He wasn't sure if you'd come back again, but there you were bright and early, refusing to back down. 

This time he decided to ignore you. He left you till last each time there was an activity, and would just tut every time you didn't do something perfectly. 

So you tried harder. He could tell by the end you were desperate for some kind of reaction, but he gave you nothing.

When it came time for the hand to hand combat you were positivly fuming. So you kicked and punched and clawed at him with all you might. He had to put up a bit of a fight to keep you off but he did eventually manage to floor you.

He dismissed everyone but you didn't move. When the last person filtered out you were still stood on the mat, panting.

"I'm not done."

He smirked and dropped his kit bag. Squaring up to you on the mat. Before he could reply you lunged at him and scrabbled with each other for a good few minutes before he pinned you again.

"You gonna cry baby?" He mocked as you squirmed and groaned, tears leaking down your cheeks in your anger.

You managed to kick at his crotch, winding him slightly and escaping from his grasp, but he recovered quickly and as you rolled over he slammed his body down on top of you, his breath coming in pants by your ear.

"That wasn't very nice" he growled before manouvering to sit on your legs, gripping your hands behind your back. You continue to squirm and wail as he drags down your shorts and underwear.

"You wanna act like a brat, I'll treat you like one..." His first slap stops your movement and you gasp. He knows this is risky but he doesn't care, he lands spank after spank on your perfect ass, enjoying the little squeaks from you as he covers you in red hand marks.

Your body is shaking with sobs as he works, which only serves to make him hard as he keeps going, occasionally spreading you ass cheeks to look at your pretty holes, which he notes is glistening despite your protests.

Finally he climbs off you and presses his face into your ass, taking a deep sniff and pressing little kisses to your lips and ass cheeks before rolling you over to lie on your back.

Your face is blotchy and puffy from tears, and he drags you so your thighs are wrapped around his waist.

"There you are, much better, and so fucking pretty hmm?"

You whine as he paws at you, but you don't fight him, you just watch him rake his hands all over. 

"Why are you so mean to me?" 

Your little voice takes him by surprise and he leans over, pressing his hard body against your soft one.

"I'm not mean baby, I'm just worried about you. I want you to be safe, I wanna take care of you. Plus you look so pretty like this, I can't help it baby...."

You sob as he presses kisses to your tear stained face, but he relishes the way your soft lips respond to his, accepting his kisses as he dominates you.

"Do you understand now? You want me to make you feel better now sweetheart?" He keeps kissing you, grinding against your bare heat, waiting until you nod.

"Good girl, let me make you feel better now..."

He pulls back and smirks as he sees your eyes widen as his cock is pulled out and slapped against your heat.

You whine and protest a little as he drags the tip against your soaked folds but he hushes you with a finger in your mouth, sinking his cock in slowly but relentlessly until he is all the way inside you.

"S'too big Bucky... Can't...." You protest but he can feel your walls squeezing him tighter as he waits for you to settle.

"Yes you can baby. I can feel your cunt, doesn't wanna let me go does it? Tell me, tell me you want it..."

You squirm and moan as more tears slid down your cheeks. He growls and catches them with his thumb and sucking them, still waiting for you to respond.

"Fucking say it baby, tell me you want it..."

Your breath shudders but you nod and without waiting another moment he begins rutting into you. He can't believe how good you feel, how tight and soft you are. He loses himself in the pleasure, leaning down to lick and kiss at your tears as you wail in pleasure.

Your moans echo around the gym, and he feels you grip onto his shoulders as he pounds into you. 

"Bucky... Please..."

He pulls back, lifting your thigh to plant more smacks to your already sore cheeks, making you squeal and cry, your walls squeezing him tighter, fluttering as your peak builds.

"Come baby, show me what a good girl you are. My pretty little cry baby..."

More squeezes, more slaps and tears follow until you reach your peak. He follows quickly after, filling you up and claiming you as his own.

He collapses into the mat next to you, panting and sweating as you lay next to him shaking and whining. 

Eventually he gets up and pulls his shorts on, before pulling your underwear up tight and hauling you up and cupping your face in his hands. 

"Now, I wanna see you here tomorrow after class for another lesson alright? We're gonna work on things together and I can take good care of my little cry baby ok?"

You sniffle and nod at him, so he rewards you with a soft kiss before sending you off on your way.

He's definitely going to hell, but as he watches you scurry away he thinks, he doesn't really care.

[silky-silks]

Local Mermaid Gremlin Roasted by Puppets.

A unusual Nonny appears in the kitchen of Poppy, prompting Eddie, who was originally delivering mail, to enter inside to help her out.

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@partycoffin// characters Poppy and Eddie

Nonny (Bubble Guppies)

Design (by me for Nonny)

[seijorhi]

I have to talk about Imitation cause it's so amazing but heartbreaking at the same time. I feel so bad for the original girl, the subtle hints that she was also kidnapped and it's a bit sad that she never wanted this life and in the end it took away her life :( i can't even imagine how scared she must've been (kidnapped and forced to carry a her kidnapper's baby) only so that in the end he wouldn't even take her to a hospital.

every now and then i do have the urge to go back and write a prequel of sorts with kuroo and his first (and only) love. except it only ends with her dying and the death of their baby, and heartbreak and angst and anguish so idk even for me that might be a biiiiit much

but yeah, poor darling girl didn't go gentle into that good night :c

[st4rd0lly]

Heyyy :3 What about Dazai with his s/o being Oda’s younger sibling, Which basically looks like him and has like the same personality as him

hmmmm !!! i think this would be really interesting to see, i think depending on when dazai met you then it depends on how he treats you. if you get what i’m saying ? if dazai met you before oda died, i think he wouldn’t have a hard time distinguishing the two of you separately in terms of personality and feeling but if you met AFTER, then i think he would have a hard time separating you as a person from his view of oda

[thesilliestofgals]

Alright so I FINALLY got the motivation to post this: now sit back and buckle in, because

The Rosabella Beast and Blondie Lockes Sequel Arc: Part 1

(Addendum: If you're new, please read this post, which is the first arc before this one!)

This sequel arc takes place either immediately after or awhile after the Blog Takedown Arc. Daring notices that RB and Blondie don't seem to really... have any friends- in fact, they don't even seem to friends with each other. So, he talks to RB about it. RB is quick to remind him of her trust issues, and the fact that the students don't even seem to like her- why should she step out of her comfort zone if she's just going to be back in it? She's happy just being with Daring... and Blondie- she struggles to admit that, but with some prodding from Daring, she does.

Daring is left.. perturbed and worried. Yes, he's already a fantastic friend, and he'd be more than happy to be her's and Blondie's only one, but... he knows that isn't healthy. Thankfully, he gets a solution to his dilemma: his dear sister Darling is having a get together with some of her own friends- a hexcellent opportunity for the two to open up! With some help from Dexter, he convinces Darling to invite the two.

Through grumbles of "hex this", and "major fairy-fall", they reluctantly attend. They quickly find out that perhaps Daring is wrong about this being a "hexcellent opportunity", because when they walk into the room, Duchess, along with Raven, Apple, Duchess, Ashlynn, Cerise, and Briar (number of people subject to change) are there. The same girls who'd been trying to figure out who the blog runners were. Hex it all.

Because of RB's already established "Beauty" persona, she has an easy chatting the others up, much better than Blondie does... for awhile. Then Cedar comes by to visit, and then the air... changes. RB's smile seems... forced. Her eyes, usually wide and bright, are now narrowed, the light sharper, more dangerous, like a predator's. It's... off-putting, even for Blondie. She's seem RB angry before- like when she discovered a particularly disgusting secret, or like when they found out about the blog being investigated, but this anger... it was different- it wasn't anger- it's hatred. A visceral loathing. And that scares the rookie reporter.

Eventually, the conversation circles towards in on the blog. Everyone voices how relieved they are that it's no longer up. Cedar mentions that she's glad, too- sometimes, secrets are secrets for a reason- for better or worse.

RB snorts, and that metaphorical mask is ripped right off her face. That's rich, she blurts out, sneering, coming from you. Everyone's shocked. They've never seen RB with such unnatural features- an angry snarl, eyes dark, her voice sharp like broken glass. Cedar wonders aloud if RB is referring to her truth curse. RB barks out a bitter laugh. She really doesn't remember? Of course she doesn't.

The air is becoming thick with tension. Blondie looks like she's about to make an emergency exit via the window. RB can feel an all too familiar feeling under her skin. Just like whenever she was writing a new callout post, the beast wants out.

She asks Cedar if she really doesn't remember- or if she's playing dumb to save face. Everyone is too stunned to come to Cedar's defense. In a quick movement, Rosabella's Beast form is on full display. She gets right Cedar's face.

Does this ring any bells?

The room goes dead quiet. The air is suffocating. RB looms over the wooden girl. Her mouth is wide in a saccharine, hysterical smile, filled with sharp fangs and teeth. Her claws tearing right through the fabric of Cedar's dress and digging into the wood of her shoulders, leaving indents.

Look at me, Cedar. Look at me, and try to tell me you don't remember.

The silence is disturbed as Cedar lifts her head, just a fraction to meet RB's eyes.

Finally, the puppet girl speaks. Please, stop, she pleads, her voice just above a whisper, you're scaring me.

RB stops. She stares for a moment. Something flickers behind that veil of loathing and rage in her eyes. She releases Cedar, takes a few steps back, and darts out of the room.

End of Part 1.