#does a leash count as a chain belt

[shtfoe-two-electricetera]

Lattice and gratticules,

Him

My babygirl is just out there feeling his absolute oats

[witchersmistress]

Punishment Time- Walter

Hello my darlings!! ive been hiding but im back and @livesinfantasyland here is something to sink your teeth into..

Trigger warnings: Cream pie, oral sex male receiving, bodily pentration, anal play, nipple clamps, pet names, threesome.. i thinks thats everything lol

word count: 2.1K

Grabbing a towel from the edge of the bed, wiping off August’s cum and then throwing it in a laundry hamper nearby, you made your way to Walter’s cage, his hard cock was still in his hand, his magic cross piercing glinting under the lights. He tucked his thick veiny cock back into his jeans, and stood up. He is 6’1, curls for days and those blue eyes…

He may be the quieter one of August and Syverson but he was just as deadly and he was a man in complete control and you were about to break it. You had to think carefully, he is good at what he does so trying to trap him will be a bit more finesse than you did with August, but Gus is a man who lets his temper get the best of him.

Walter is a man who never shows his feelings or his pain after all the things he has seen in his time. So that is what  his punishment will be , pain to the point of pleasure. you flick you gaze back to August, he is slumped on the couch where you left him. Too tired to move, he’ll need his rest, you're not done with him yet, however you and Walter were just getting started

Opening the door to the monster’s cage, you let yourself be enclosed with him. He ensnared me in his arms, but that's just what i wanted, he wasn't aware of secret held inside his prison….

He drew closer to your ear “Tsk Tsk Tsk you are awfully brave or very foolish to get locked in here with me” he nipped at your earlobe and trailed kisses down your neck, pushing him slightly to get him against the back of the cage, your arms encircle his neck to bring him in closer, he attacked your chest and neck like a vicious animal. Reaching for the black collar behind his head, and locking it around his neck and stepping back. He tries to grab me and is tugged back by his collar. 

A wicked grin is plaster on your face, his eyes narrowed when he realized that he was trapped. “You evil little wench, let me out” a wild giggle escaped your lips as you watched the big burly man struggle against his collar. “They say that you were one of the best, the Night Hunter, but nobody knew about the monster that laid underneath those clothes, the proverbial  wolf in sheep's clothing.” grabbing the neck of his white t-shirt, you pulled and ripped it open. Pulling off the scrap of fabric and tossing it to the cage floor, you ran your fingers along his rippling prectors, as a growl ripped out of his chest. “You let me out of this right now” pressing a finger to his lips and shushing him,  reaching around for the nipple clamps, holding one in you lowered hand, you  leaned forward and swirled your tongue around his right nipple, he hissed at the intimate contact.

you were going to enjoy this punishment far too much but there was no turning back now, removing your mouth from his chest, you brought the clamp up to his nipple and placed it on before gently tightening it. His face contorted in pain and pleasure, honestly wouldn't have pinned this man for a pain kink, he definitely has a primal kink.  The thought of that man chasing you like prey, gets you blood boiling, not sure if it was August’s cum or your arousal leaking down your inner thighs, a shiver racks through your body as you attach the other nipple clamp. Attaching a leash to his collar, i undo the chain holding him in place, “ Come boy” he glared at me while i tugged on the leash, “ I am not a pet” he growled, turning back to look over your shoulder, “ Oh no you darling, you are  so much more than that, you are my  good boy” his blue eyes narrowed at that remark as i tugged him along to the bed in the middle of the room. 

“Lay down on your stomach, if you are a good boy you’ll get a reward” he eyed me suspiciously as you pulled him by his belt towards the bed, undoing his belt and letting his pants fall free, only his navy blue boxer briefs left in place. He begrudgingly layed down for me, he hissed at the contact of the cool satin bed sheets to his taut nipples. Attaching his collar to the chain in the bed so he couldn't move, you gave him a swift smack on his muscular ass, the thwack echoed off the walls and he growled at me some more.

“Tsk tsk, down boy you know better” a low grumble left his chest, if he wasn't happy now he certainly won't be in a few minutes. Making sure that he was  secure before walking twoards the hutch of fun things, humming a disney song like a psycho path, i grab what you are looking for, it was a small silicone buttplug, it was black with a flared base and a sparkly green gem blinking back at you. Grabbing the lube off the side bed, you pulled his boxers down and smiled wickedly at him. He was quiet, always observing and plotting his revenge no doubt. Opening up the bottle of lube, i squirted some on his perfectly shaped ass, he hissed at the contact “Woman you better stop right now” ignoring his words you pressed on, spreading the lube and desensitize around his tight puckered hole, placing the tip of you finger against the open, pushing gently, with a little effort, the muscle gave way. swirling around the tight sphincter as he moaned at the sensation. 

Pulling your finger out and wiping it on the towel besides you grabbed the plug and generously covered it in lube and desensitizer, and some more lube to his back end. you smacked him on the ass. “Hands and knees pretty boy, it'll make it easier.'' He struggled to get to his knees, the nipple clamps leaving imprints on his skin, and his cock, was rock hard with precum dripping from the tip. you bent forward and took the tip of his swollen cock and licked the precum off. He let out a wanton moan. Pulling back, you went back to his ass and placed the plug at his designated target. Placing your hand on his lower back, you gently pushed the plug until you felt the moment of give and it went. He hissed at the sensation.. "you've had your fun now let me out" he said. A sinister laugh left your throat. " not likely, besides this is your punishment not mine." Extending the chain on his collar, " Roll over and hold yourself up on your hands knees apart" the look in his eye assured me that yes you was indeed going to be in trouble later

you climbed up on the bed and positioned yourself at the end of the bed.  For a man who is usually a hard read, he was an open book at the minute, didn't bother to hide a damn thing. Sitting back on your heels and grabbing all of your long hair and putting it up in a ponytail to get it off your neck and out of your face. Grazing your hands up your thighs, to your breast giving them a gentle squeeze before reaching your arms high above you head, stretching like a cat bathing in the sun, rolling your neck, you locked eyes with him. He was practically salivating, August had rejoined us. Sitting back on his sofa just watching, and admiring “Don't you start Walker” Walter hissed in his direction, August put his hands up “Boys” you chided them as you shook your head “ enough, both of you stop or you can pleasure each other and ill watch” 

you've never seen August's spine snap straight so quickly or Walter who turned and was drilling holes in August’s skull with his eyes. These two are just annoying. Finishing your stretch, bring your arms back down slowly, grabbing your throat then trailing you middle finger, through the valley of your breast before resting them on your lap again.. “Woman,” Walter said. Rolling your eyes you tossed a look over your shoulder back at August who was about to get the perfect view of you ass and cunt wet from his release mixed with you own, placing you hands in front of me, shifting you sitting on your heels to all fours, you red bottom thigh highs and black garter belt firmly in place. Wiggling your feet and your ass at him as you crawled in between Walter’s spread thighs. “Fuccck” you heard from behind me, "eat that you smug bastard," you thought.

Nipping at Walters thigh as you crawled up his body and got within an inch of his face. My lips hovering centimeters from his  "if you move in any way we stop, do you understand?" he nodded and you pulled back. Sinking your way back to his throbbing cock, flattening your tongue, licking from balls to tip, paying special attention to his piercings, you reach your hand under his balls and pull on the base of the plug. He emits a deep moan when you pull on it, pulling back on his cock and wiggling your ass in excitement. 

Sounds echoed around you  but you were solely fixated on Walter as you took him in your mouth all the way to the back of your throat, gagging slightly on the piercing, pulling on the plug as you sucked on him, his moans increasing and his cock growing thicker. Feeling a hand move down your back and to the top of the garter belt “Don't you dare stop little one, let's give him a real treat shall we?” August huskily whispered. His hands slipping farther down your hips, one pulls away and claps you hard on your ass leaving a mark. You jumped at the impact, that sound of him smacking you made you even more wet than you possibly had been before. The hand that spanked you slowly trailed down your thigh and in between your legs “Hmm if you could only feel how wet she is, Walt, i can imagine how her walls are clenching begging for something to grab on to” he slipped two fingers inside you. Moaning as he found that one spot and curled his middle finger to hit it just perfectly “Shhh don't lose focus, you need to punish Walter” glowering at August, you pop walt from your mouth and start working him by hand. His moans growing louder, and his arms started to shake “Do not torture me Dove”  August pulled his fingers out and before you could question him, he was balls deep inside you at a steady pace, you struggled to concentrate on Walter 

“ little one, moan for him, show him how good he makes you feel” pumping Walter faster as August plowed into you, moaning Walters name as August hit that spot that caused your eyes to roll “ Fuck baby, im going to cum if you dont stop” Walt pants but that only encouraged him more, one of his hands left your hip and delved between your legs to throb clit as he circled your throbbing clit “Hold on little one, dont cum just yet” pulling Walter back into your mouth the finish him off, his thigh began to shake as he leaned back at one arm and his other wrapped in your ponytail and held you in place “Open wide dove, im cumming in that pretty little mouth of yours” you could feel the hot liquid shoot down your throat as August pinched your clit and you went over the edge as he pounded away at you. Wave after wave of your orgasms washed through you, your limbs shaking with the effort it took to hold your heaving body.  Finally releasing Walts cock so you could catch your breath.                                                                          

They both share a deviant look, while August is still balls deep in you and your  struggling to catch your breath from the orgasm that August wrenched from you body as you dragged one from Walter with the quickest of movements, you were pulled off of August and thrust into  Walters chest and pinned in place. “Release the collar dove, i will not ask again” Walter seethed. With shaking hands you undo his collar and it hits the ground with a thud, a hand goes immediately around your throat. “Well dove, you're in quite the pickle, two dangerous men have you trapped in this room with all sorts of objects and toys.” undoing his nipple clamps and he hissed “Thats it dove.. Run, because if we find you, we fuck you” you sprang off the bed, grabbing a black satin robe and took off up the stairs with to predators hot on your tail and the third one? Waiting bed for you…. 

[babyboibucky]

Devil’s Mark: Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: CleanRockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your chose to give up everything to be with Bucky.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Knife play, carving, marking, blood (not period blood okay), tasting said blood, pain kink, oral sex (M receiving), face fucking, tea-bagging, thigh riding, toxic relationship obviously, bible references as usual

A/N: Like I said, this AU owns me??? Whenever new rockstar pics are released my brain instantly goes into a mayhem and I can’t NOT write shit based on those photos. Anyway, enjoy sinning in this one skskksks

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You should have been ashamed at how quickly you decided to leave everything behind— your family, your work and your so-called friends, your beliefs and dignity.

All because of Bucky and you were not embarrassed by it. In fact, you were proud of it and you wore it like a badge of honor, quite literally actually. Bucky’s initials that were carved on your left collarbone never failed to remind you who you belong to.

You bled for it and went through the pain when Bucky pressed the tip of his knife onto your skin and used it to permanently mark you with his name. The pain was unlike any other but it was fucking worth it when Bucky rewarded you for being his good, little pet.

“You did so fucking good for me, munchkin.” Bucky cooed, sitting back and admiring his work.

The letters BB looked good on your skin, they were still red but written clearly enough for everyone to see. Tears continued to streak on your cheeks as you caught your breath, having to hold it in as you endured through the process of being marked.

“Aww, is my munchkin in pain?” he teased, wiping away your tears.

You shook your head, “I can take it.” you rasped out, sniffing and ignoring the burning sensation of the lacerations on your décolletage.

Bucky chuckled darkly and pressed a kiss on your neck, sucking your skin as his hand worked its way inside your skirt. His fingers tapped against the first mark he had given you while his mouth slid down to your throat.

“Such a good, little pet you are.” he hummed against your skin.

A combination of a gasp and a moan slipped past your lips when Bucky cupped your clothed cunt, pressing the pad of his palm against your already throbbing clit. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt how moist you had gotten.

Pulling back, Bucky looked at you with amusement. “Did the pain turn you on?” he asked.

You didn’t even know it was possible, you didn’t notice how damp it was between your legs until Bucky asked you about it. Not knowing what to say, you merely shrugged and bit your lip from embarrassment.

“Leave it to me to figure it out, munchkin.” Bucky said before bending down to lick at your fresh wound, humming at the tangy taste of your blood on his tongue.

The sting that you felt went straight to your core and left goosebumps all over your body. Hissing from both pain and pleasure, you threw your head back and found purchase on Bucky’s shoulders. It confused you at first, why the pain aroused you to the point of completely soaking your panties.

But when Bucky’s fingers began to rub your folds, you didn’t bother understanding your arousal anymore.

“Damn, didn’t expect for my munchkin to be a fuckin’ freak. You like it when it hurts, don’t you?” Bucky asked as he sat up straight.

His tongue and lips still had some of your blood, and the sight of Bucky wiping it with his thumb and sucking on it had you whimpering.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you, munchkin.”

The day that Bucky marked you like that was the same day you had surrendered everything to him like he was a god. You never looked back since then, didn’t have an ounce of regret nor fear at what the future holds for you now that you were reeled into his world.

Everything about you changed— the way you dressed and presented yourself, your likes and dislikes. Bucky gloated at how much you willingly let him take control of you and your decisions.

You’d spent your entire life being constricted by so many rules that turned you into a person you never wanted to be in the first place. Don’t wear that, you look like a whore. Pray and repent for your sins every night, we don’t want a sinner in this family. Stay away from temptation, you don’t want to burn in hell.

It was ironic how you let the devil into your life but still got a glimpse of heaven.

A smirk tugged at your rouge-painted lips as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. You had never looked like yourself until now and you had Bucky to thank. He unraveled the truest version of you, helped you discover things you never knew you enjoyed, made you feel and bask in emotions you had suppressed for years.

Your finger traced the leather collar around your neck, something you considered a symbol of freedom rather than a restraint.

Bucky’s voice calling for you put an end to your pondering. Giving yourself one last look, you made sure to look your best before stepping out of the bathroom.

Your heels clacked as you walked into the bedroom of Bucky’s trailer, quickly catching his attention as he lounged on his bed in nothing but a pair of tight and stringed, leather shorts. His eyes darkened when he saw you, trapping his bottom lip in between his teeth as he got up to approach you.

A breath got caught in your throat when Bucky towered over you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You faltered under his predatory gaze and looked away, feeling bare and exposed because of the outfit he had asked you to wear: a black see through bralette, a matching thong and a pair of black stilettos. The collar he had given you was also attached to a belted chest harness that you had adjusted to accentuate your breasts.

“Fuck, knew my pet would look so damn good in that.” Bucky complimented, rubbing his stubbled chin as he took in your appearance.

He grabbed his silver chain from the bed and grunted when he heard your tiny gasp, loving how you got so fucking excited whenever he brought it out. Bucky smirked as he tipped your chin, thumbing your bottom lip and smearing your lipstick around.

“You wanna play, huh?” he asked before gently slapping the side of your breast.

You nodded enthusiastically, humming in excitement as Bucky continued to tease you. He clicked his tongue and took a step back, “Wanna hear my pet speak up.” he said.

“I wanna play, Bucky.” you immediately responded, looking at him with doe eyes and practically begging for him to leash you.

“That’s my pretty, lil’ munchkin.” Bucky praised, lifting your chin up so he could attach the chain onto the ring hanging at the middle of your collar.

Bucky caught you off guard when he harshly tagged on the chain, bringing you down onto your knees with a loud thud. His leather shorts already had a tent and the sight of Bucky’s thick, tattooed thighs instantly made you wet.

“Untie the strings, munchkin.” Bucky said, his hand still holding the chain while his other caressed your hair.

You lifted your hands up but they were quickly swatted away. When you looked at Bucky, he was grinning at you mischievously, “Use your mouth.” he said.

Gripping his thighs for leverage, you leaned forward and bit the edge of the string and pulled at it. You used your tongue and hooked it under the strings, lifting it up until it was loose. Bucky groaned at the sight of you on your knees, obeying his every command.

“You can use your hands now, munchkin. You’ve been such a good girl, go ahead and suck my cock. It’s all yours.” Bucky urged, exhaling through his nose when you didn’t waste any time and pulled his shorts down.

Spitting on the tip of his cock, you watched your saliva drip down to the shaft before licking the underside. You traced the prominent vein with your tongue, batting your eyelashes at Bucky whose mouth dropped open when you took his head into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, shit.” he hissed, scrunching his face in pleasure when you added your hand into the mix to fondle his balls.

“God, munchkin. You’re a fuckin’ sinner.” he breathily chuckled, gathering your hair behind your head into a ponytail.

“You gonna let me fuck your mouth?” he asked, moving his hips away from your lips.

Bucky snickered when your head followed his hips, not wanting to let go of his cock that was throbbing inside your mouth. He gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back until his cock slipped out and slapped against his abdomen. Your spit mixed with his pre-cum forming a string that connected the tip of his dick to your lips. Bucky tugged your head further away until your spit landed onto your chin and neck, dribbling down to coat his now fully-healed initials on your collarbone.

“How d’you want me to fuck your mouth, munchkin?” he asked, keeping his grip on your hair tight and painful.

“Fast, please.” you breathed out, licking your lips as you stared at his weeping, hard cock.

“Yeah, you want me to use your mouth and make myself cum?” he asked again.

You weren’t even finished nodding your head when Bucky pulled your face back down to his crotch. Your jaw ached when you opened your mouth wide, welcoming his cock back into your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat.

Choking on his dick, your fingernails dug into Bucky’s thighs, creating dents that were easily hidden beneath his tattoos. Your eyes watered when Bucky held you in place for a few seconds before finally beginning to thrust his hips.

Wet, gaging sounds and Bucky’s moans filled the air as he fucked your mouth roughly. Saliva began to spill out from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to your chin and then the floor beneath you. Your tears escaped from your eyes and messed up your make-up, your mascara running down your cheeks, painting it a dark grey and mixing together with the smeared lipstick around your mouth.

“So fucking greedy for my cock, you’re such a slut.” Bucky grunted as he continued to fuck your face, ignoring the way your nostrils flared whenever you attempted to breathe through your nose. You blinked the tears away when you felt Bucky’s cock pulsate inside your mouth. The way his hips stuttered was a sign that he was close, and knowing how Bucky wanted to finish, you tugged his wrists away from your hair and started bobbing your head as you sucked him harder.

“Get under, I want to see my cum all over your innocent face.” Bucky demanded and began fisting his cock as you licked and sucked his balls.

You kept your eyes on Bucky the entire time, just waiting for him to make a mess on your face. The look of pleasure on his face always did it for you, always made you soak and drip for him. The fact that it was you making him feel this way, it gave you a sense of fulfillment. His brows would furrow, his nose would scrunch up and he would snarl and growl at you whenever he was close to his climax.

You loved it, loved seeing a man like him lose himself in you and on you.

“Yes, fuck!” Bucky groaned, taking a step back before aiming his cock onto your face, spurting his release all over you.

“Stick your tongue out, munchkin...yeah, fuck. Just like that, good girl.” he whispered, jerking his cock and letting more of his cum land on your tongue.

Bucky pulled his shorts back up and sat down on the foot of the bed, grabbing his phone and then opening the camera app. Like his good pet, you remained on your knees and didn’t bother cleaning up your face.

“C’mere, munchkin.” Bucky softly said, taking the chain in his hand as he watched you crawl towards here.

“Let me take a photo of you, fuck. You look so damn pretty like that, all fucked up and dirty. What a whore.” he chuckled and gripped your face in one hand, angling your face before snapping a couple of photos.

He threw his phone aside and leaned back, gazing at you with a satisfied smile. You returned the smile and started wiping your face with both your hands, gathering all his cum before bringing it into your mouth without breaking your eye contact with Bucky.

You sucked your fingers clean before proceeding to lick your palms, humming at the taste of Bucky.

You used to be an angel, such a pure soul but all that purity flew right out of the window when you met him. Now, your wings have been cut off and that landed you straight onto the devil’s lap.

“You really know how to make me happy, munchkin.” Bucky praised. “I knew it was right to keep you.” he added, tipping his head at you.

“Come, munchkin. Gotta reward you for being an obedient pet, of course. Why don’t you sit that pretty pussy on my thigh, rub yourself on me. Make that pussy purr.” he said, patting his thigh.

You crawled closer to him and held onto his knees as you stood up. You slightly winced in pain, your knees were red and bruised from being on the ground. Bucky gripped your leash and tugged on it, pulling you down until his thigh was slotted in between your legs.

A moan slipped past your swollen lips when your clothed cunt pressed against Bucky’s thigh. He laughed when he felt how fucking wet you were, your juices immediately soaking his skin, making his tattoo glisten with it.

“Ride my thigh, go ahead. Cum whenever you want.” he said.

You did as you were told and started moving your hips back and forth, moaning wantonly at the friction. You didn’t bother removing your thong, you were too aroused to do that. The throbbing in your pussy only grew with every movement, creating a delicious coil in your abdomen.

Bucky’s eyes kept on moving from your face to your pussy, watching you proudly as you tried to get yourself off. Your breasts bounced with emphasis thanks to the harness and your nipples were pebbled against the sheer fabric of your bralette.

“Bucky…” you whimpered, holding onto his shoulders as you quickened your pace— back and forth, back and forth, side to side.

Your juices were dripping down already, creating a vulgar, squelching sound whenever you moved. The hairs on Bucky’s thigh were also adding to your pleasure, allowing you to come closer and closer to your end.

“Yeah, you gonna cum? Cumming already, munchkin?” Bucky teased, yanking your leash to bring your lips down to his.

He licked your parted mouth before biting your lower lip, tugging at it until it bled. Bucky sucked on your lip before kissing you messily. You moaned into his mouth when you tasted your blood; it quickly mixed with Bucky’s release, creating a unique flavor that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Gonna cum, Bucky.” you whined, moving your hips faster and rougher against his thigh.

“Go on, munchkin. Give it to me, soak my fuckin’ thigh with your cream. C’mon.” he growled as he pinched your nipple.

The pressure in your abdomen exploded and made your entire body buzz from immense pleasure as you came. Electricity ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes as they curled. Wetness gushed out of your sopping cunt, completely soaking Bucky’s thighs and the bedsheets beneath.

Your high-pitched moan was like music to Bucky’s ears; his smile was from ear to ear as he watched you get lost in your pleasure, your head tilted back as your nails left scratches on his shoulders down to his chest.

“That’s it, munchkin. Look at this mess…” Bucky pointed out, looking at his drenched thigh and your ruined thong.

Your chest continued to heave as you caught your breath, your eyelids fluttering from mere exhaustion. Bucky started pressing light kisses on your chest, throat and jaw while his hands began to caress the sides of your thighs.

Bucky’s praises and sweet words were your gospel, his grunts were your choir.

And you? Your body was his temple.

“You know I’d fuck you until you were dumb, but I got a concert.” Bucky sighed, helping you get off from his thigh.

“You wanna come and watch?” he asked.

The way his eyes narrowed at you was meaningful, you knew that Bucky was up to something. Whatever it was that he had in mind, you always looked forward to it.

You nodded in response, “I’ll go get changed.” you said and was about to walk away until Bucky grabbed your leash again, stopping you from doing so.

He tutted as he pulled you close, not caring whether you stumbled on your feet. Bucky caressed your face and fixed your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear before winking at you.

“I didn’t tell you to get changed, munchkin.” he said, lifting a brow at you.

“How ‘bout I take you out on a walk?”

Bucky could take you anywhere and you’d let him. Hell, he could keep you leashed and you wouldn’t even bat an eye. Truth was, Bucky could lead you anywhere he wants and you would follow him like a loyal disciple.

He had already led you into temptation, you might as well follow him to the pits of hell.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

CONSTRUCTION! WORKER! DADDY! STEVE! AND! NERDY! BABY! BOY! BUCKY!

PLEEEEAAASSEEEE. I NEED it.

😭😭😭

related to this

You said Daddy!Steve within this AU and you know what...

When I was originally thinking about that post and the stucky au version, I had a thought about the "middle aged men" in the original post and thought about making roofer Steve a silver fox, still very much in his prime from the physical labor...

That's what I thought.

Silver fox and roofer Steve: an older worker as opposed to all the new hot-shot boys who are just making money through high school and college but that much more experienced and gentle despite all his strength but, ultimately, I had to go with freshly post serum looking Steve. I mean- the heaving chest and perfect muscles and sweat and golden hair. He would be- he is Bucky's angel.

Either way, you don't necessarily have to be older or have grey hair to be a daddy. Steve can be very daddy, even if he is young and outrageously horny from his youth. Steve is very daddy, laying his boy out on the bed he built them (made of heavy wood with plenty of holes and hooks to attach ropes or chains to 👀), using those wonderful carpenter skills. Laid out on their bed, Steve makes Bucky scream and curl the fingers of his hand into Steve's hair, putting in work with those strong, thick fingers and plump, pretty lips. Steve's fingers take up so, so much space in Bucky's trembling, little body, fingering him and wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him as his lips wrap around his cock, swallowing down everything until he has nothing left. Until he can't even scream anymore, throat hoarse.

Anyway-

Mmm-hmm, yup.

Baby boy Bucky with little running shorts and big t-shirts (originally Steve's) long enough to cover said running shorts, his long hair tied back all the time, except for when he's under Steve's very capable hands because Steve is obsessed with it. How soft and wavy and pretty it is... and how easily he can control Bucky by the hair, pulling on it like a leash. Baby boy Bucky is incredible, he loves yoga (it was the first "normal" feeling workout he could do after his amputation as opposed to, like, a pilates or crossfit class) and hiking. Once in the summer, Bucky tried to leave their home in those practically booty-short level running shorts and a t-shirt with the only addition being his hiking boots and Steve would not let him. Not because he's that controlling. But because he does not want to get in trouble from a park ranger or someone since they were fucking on the hiking trail 🤣

Daddy Steve with short short hair on the sides of his head but long, silky blonde hair on the top (blonde until he starts sweating, then it looks more brown) and a killer, killer jawline. Big muscles. Big grin and personality. Big, big charm. Big fucking frame too as he stands at roughly 6'2. Often, he is found in beat workboots, heavy, faded blue jeans, and... well, that's about it. Unless you count those adorable safety glasses, hard hat, and that (way too hot for its own good) tool belt wrapped around his hips as more clothes. Bucky is pretty sure they're not actually clothes. Not that it's a tragedy that he isn't wearing more clothes, according to Bucky, he should actually wear less. The mans is walking pornography, especially when he's out in the backyard or garage working on something, sweating and grunting when something requires some extra strength, putting oomph behind it 🤤

Nosedive into more horny™️ below:

Baby boy is very vocal when he loses his head in scenes and/or during sex. Lots of whimpers and moans and gasps. The first time after he admits his daddy kink and sub tendencies to Steve.... he quietly moans, "D-daddy," when Steve has his mouth on his hole, licking around his fingers as they thrust and press and twist into him.

"Say it again, baby," Steve lifts his mouth away much to Bucky's upset, whining sharply, "slow though," he says, thrusting his fingers hard and deep into Bucky, curling them so the pads of his fingers punch into his prostate, again and again, "say it slow. I like how it sounds in that pretty mouth, honey."

"Daddy!" Bucky can't help his outburst, pleasure cutting through his core.

"I said slow, sweetheart. Go again."

"Daaaaddy-" Bucky moans, throwing his head back, jerking his hips up into Steve's touch. 🥴

Bonus:

Steve reads a lot of erotic romance novels and is not ashamed of it. (Steve jokes once when Bucky asks what this book is about, "I'll show you after dinner, sweetheart 😈" and poor baby just about faints.)

[leafs-lover]

If he's lucky I'll let him join

Part 7: Yes. No. Maybe…

Series Masterlist

A/N: Sorry for the delay in getting this out. This is the second last chapter, the finale piece will be out Wednesday evening.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smut fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) oral (male receiving), angst

Word Count: 4200

May 15

“Shhh baby don’t want them to hear,” he whispers. His fingers dig harshly into your hips only cause you to moan louder.

“Don’t worry man I got it,” Fred says, pulling your jaw down and shoving his dick inside your mouth. Your breath is pulled from your lungs and your moan get caught around him while he starts to thrust in, his salty precum landing on your tongue.

“Hey,” Steph greets, wrapping an arm around you. “Y/N right?” she questions, giving Fred a hug.

“Yeah,” you confirm, removing your shoes to add to the growing pile by the door.

“Come in, some people are out back but almost everyone is down the hall.”

Fred’s hand is on your back, gently steering you down the hall. The regular season ended and they have a few days off before the start of round 1 against the Canadians. With this time Mitch and Steph are hosting a barbeque for the team and their families. A chance for everyone to have some fun and take it easy before the playoffs start and everything gets crazy with games and practices.

You met a portion of the WAG’s last year, but it’s been over 16 months since you’ve seen them. And there is also a bunch of new players which means new face and names to learn. Though not everyone on the team has come out today. Fred brought you as his date, but Auston is here as well. It’s the first time you have been in the presence of both men without having sex or being able to touch, even flirt with Auston. But it’s only for a couple hours.

The sun is shining, temperature over 20°C, no wind and barely a single cloud in the sky. It’s an amazing day for early May. Auston has on simple navy t-shirt, his arms on full display. Tattooed biceps and the chain poking out under the hem of his shirt, backwards ball cap on his dark curls. He smiles upon seeing you, but continues on his conversation with Mitch and William.

You’re thankful for the laughter and music that disguises the moan slipping through your lips. It’s soft and subtle, something most people but wouldn’t pick up on, but Fred does. He wraps an arm around your waist, lips gently brushing against your forehead while he chuckles lightly.

“Want a drink skat,” he hums fingers gently playing with your belt loop. His hand slides down and he briefly and softly gives your ass a squeeze. “Frederik,” you scold into his chest trying to not draw attention.

“So that’s not okay, but you eye fucking Auston from across the room is,” he mumbles into your ear. Burying your face into his chest, you try to allow the heat from your cheeks to fade before you finally pull away.

Fred has known for almost a month about you and Auston. Apart from his comments when you were pinned between him and Auston’s door, he hasn’t said anything to you. You didn’t expect him to say much that night, but you thought he would bring it up at some point over the last 4 weeks.

After the threesome he seemed somewhat upset. The Leafs had a week at home, and he seemed somewhat distant. He didn’t call you on the Friday or Saturday, on the Sunday he sent a couple texts. When you saw him on Monday he apologized, said he had a setback in his recovery; that he thought he’d be back playing by that point and was frustrated by it, but everything seemed to be fine after that.

A few days the Leafs left on a ten day road trip out west. Fred joined the team, and true to his word Auston asked you to watch Felix. 10 days of walks, kisses and snuggles. Dog sitting also came with you sending him multiple pictures a day and even a few Facetimes, but you think those Facetimes were more an excuse for him to talk to you.

You contemplated keeping him forever, but reluctantly handed the leash back when they returned. Auston of course paid you with multiple orgasms; just the two of you. Since they returned from the road trip you have had a couple nights with just Auston, some with just Fred, and multiple threesomes. Apart from their road games you have spent 2 maybe 3 nights alone in your own bed. Every other night has been at one of their condos.

It’s an easy and fun night at Mitch’s.

It’s not a crazy party like the previous year. Everyone is drinking at a slower rate, spending more time on conversations than on party games. Mitch spends most of the afternoon over the barbecue, Steph busying around in house refilling drinks and setting out some food. There is a buzz as everyone eagerly awaits the playoffs. An excitement abound, the hope and potential that comes with the post season. But not just any post season, a Leafs – Canadians matchup.

It’s a good afternoon, and you’re enjoying yourself. But it would be better if Auston wasn’t shooting you winks from across the room, constantly looking at you over the rim of his glass. He is doing absolutely nothing, just existing, and you barely can contain yourself.

Every wink, every smirk, every breath he takes your panties dampen even more.

If that wasn’t enough Fred is never too far from you. When you’re talking to Steph he was beside Auston grinning at you. When grabbing some veggies and dip he softly trailed a finger over your forearm. Later when talking with Tessa and Morgan, he came up beside you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. His cologne and soft touch, Auston’s lingering glances and boisterous laugh echoing through the room are enough to make your knees give out. The two of them getting you very excited for what is going to happen once you leave later tonight.

Walking up to the drink table you feel a body approach you and your body stiffens, hairs on the nape of your neck standing up. “Having fun y/n,” Auston mumbles in your ear.

“Mhm,” you respond lightly, trying to distract yourself but his woodsy cologne overtakes your senses.

“I like your dress,” he hums, reaching over you for some ice, even though there is an abundance in his glass already. Your breath hitches when his forearm ever so slightly grazes your breast; his lips curling up in the process. Glancing to your side you spot Fred, engaged in a conversation with Mitch but still keeping a watchful eye on you.

Tipping his glass to you, you almost fall over. Fumbling to set your drink down you mutter something about the bathroom. Stepping in the bathroom your entire body is hot and clammy. Knuckles go white from clenching the cool marble, staring down to the sink you take some uneasy breaths.

Trying to gather yourself you realize it’s a lost cause, you won’t get any relief until you leave. Until you get back to their building and they provide you with some. You and Fred have snuck away at a party before, but this is not the scene. That night involved a lot more alcohol, the guests were loud but you could barely hear them over the echoing music. Today is slower, calmer. People are more so enjoying their time together with the occasional drink.

And sneaking off with Auston would be even worse. People could notice your absence, but it adds the worry of people finding out your sleeping with both Fred and Auston. They might think it’s a polyamorous relationship, or they might judge you for your decision to have a threesome. Either way you don’t want to deal with the repercussions.

Just another couple hours. A couple hours making idle small talk and then you can ride Fred, while Auston’s dick is deep down your throat. Just a couple hours until the ache between your legs is filled. So you take a deep breath, throw some water on your face and step into the hall flattening the wrinkles on your dress.

Starting the trek down the hall you pass by an open bedroom and a large hand grips your forearm pulling you inside. Catching a glimpse of the tattoos you feel hot breath fan over your neck. His large body pressed up against you has the slick building between your legs.

“Auston,” you moan, craning your neck slightly, “we can’t. Not here.”

“You think you can dress like that baby girl and get away with it?”

It’s a relatively simple summer dress. White with thick 1” straps and a straight squared off neck. The bodice is tight, ending on your thigh with a simple floral design. “God I wanted to bury my cock in you since the second you walked through the door.”

Sucking hard on your exposed skin he kicks your legs apart, slowly drawing two fingers up the inside of your thigh. Starting above your knee, slipping under the hem of your dress until he slides them under your thin lace. “Oh baby I think you’ve wanted this all day too,” he groans coating it in your dampness.

Pressing your fabric to the side two fingers dance around your entrance, drawing circles on your clit. A whimper slips through your lips and you feel his fingers curl inside you. “Aus,” you groan, through a few thrusts of his digits, “there’s people.”

Your mind is swirling, bouncing between desire and reason. Your cheeks heat, from both the alcohol and the deviant act that looms ominously in the air. You know this is a terrible idea, there are fifty ways this goes wrong but his large frame pressed against yours, his mouth sucking and nipping your neck, fingers spreading you open more and more each thrust, you can’t say no.

“We gotta be quick,” you push his chest making him take a few steps back. Walking to the edge of the, you pull your dress up, fabric bunching at your waist.

A deep seeded chuckle fills the air, followed by his belt buckle opening and jeans being shoved down his thighs. Bending you over the end of the bed, his hands are on your hips his length sliding in your heat. Trying to contain your moans you bite down on your lower lip, the taste of copper flooding your mouth. But it doesn’t help.

“Ssh, baby girl, you gotta be quiet,” Auston chuckles softly against you after a particularly hard thrust, your hands grabbing a fist full of the duvet. “Wouldn’t want anyone to find out we’re in here, would we? Catch you with my cock buried deep in your pussy while Freddie is outside.”

“Oh fuck—” His thrust hits just right, pelvis perfectly angled against your g-spot. Your belly swells with heat and your eyes flutter shut, unable to keep them open for a second longer.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” A voice mutters from a distance as the door closes. Your eyes go wide realizing Auston never locked the door, anybody could have wandered in.

“Y/N really wanted to get started,” Auston slows his hips but keeps his cock deep inside your walls, gently rolling his hips.

“Yeah, y/n,” Fred chuckles. When you turn your head slightly to look at him you see he has a dark grin plastered on his face. Walking towards you he winks and Auston digs his hands into your waist, pulling you until you are standing; your back against his chest.

“Is that true baby?” Fred tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “you couldn’t wait?”

Staring at the smug look on Fred’s face you get the idea this was planned by the two of them. Whether they planned it once they got here or days ago it all seems very convenient. Before you can focus too hard on it, Auston slowly pushes forward, not stopping until your ass hits his thighs. His hand begins to lightly trail across your stomach, grazing your nipple in the process. Biting your bottom lip you struggle to supress a moan, which only makes him laugh.

“I asked you a question baby” he repeats, fingers hovering dangerously close to your clit.

“Yes,” you gasp following a deep thrust. All you want to do is wipe that smug expression off his face, but before you can Auston’s mouth is on the back of your neck.

“Shit,” you moan, causing Fred to laugh after a particularly harsh thrust.

“Shhh baby don’t want them to hear,” Auston whispers. His fingers dig harshly into your hips only cause you to moan louder.

“Don’t worry man I got it,” Fred says, pulling your jaw down and shoving his dick inside your mouth. Your breath is pulled from your lungs and your moan get caught around him while he starts to thrust in, his salty precum coating your tongue.

You have no time to react before both men are setting fast paces. Your nails find Fred’s thick thighs for stability trying not to gag as he hits the back of your throat. One of Auston’s hands snakes around to your clit, at the same time Fred is pulling your hair away from your face. You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the familiar tingling in your core.

“Fuck princess,” Auston grunts, beginning to get sloppy. Moaning around Fred’s length, he uses you for his need. Chasing his high both of their hips snap at the same time, pushing you closer to your high.

“Your mouth feels so good skat,” Fred groans as Auston’s thumb starts pressing harder into your sensitive bud seeking out your high. The sounds you’re making can only be described as pornographic. Forgetting there is a house full of people meters away, you fall victim to your pleasure.

**

Auston helps you to stand as Fred brings a towel and wipes his cum from your chin and chest. But before he can clean between your legs Auston swats his hand away. Gripping the fabric of your dress he pushes it down your sticky thighs. Lips ghosting over your ear his voice is dark as husky he groans, “I want you to think of me as you feel my cum drip down your legs while you talk to our friends.”

You shudder at the thought, but Fred’s lips are quickly on yours. The little bit of oxygen you had in your lungs is ripped from you, the kiss is full of passion and hunger. His hands trail down your body before he finds your hands, “ready?” he mumbles through a breath.

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling against his lips.

Giving your hand a light squeeze he pulls you to the door, when it flings open, Steph and Audrey on the other side. They both blink staring at you, but it’s not until their eyes see Auston readjusting his pants behind you their jaws drop. Shifting their gaze between you and Fred and Auston they are trying to process if they actually are seeing it right.

“I am so sorry,” Steph blurts out, her cheeks going red. Stepping back they close it behind them and you can immediately hear them cackling on the other side.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your voice barely audible.

“Its fine,” Fred squeezes your hand, your heart rate building.

“WHAT?” you snap bringing your gaze to meet his. “How can you say –“

“Hey,” Auston calls out. Coming in front of you he tilts your head forcing you to stare are him. “It’s not a big deal, people have sex y/n.”

“But –“

“No, no buts,” he uses a thumb to wipe away some mascara that had run down your cheek. “You will be fine, everything will be fine. Now were gonna go back out there and-“

“I am NOT going back out there,” you interject.

“Yes we are, leaving will only be worse,” Fred says softly. “Everyone will talk the second we walk out the door.”

“We’ll stay for like an hour, and then go back. You can cuddle up with Felix. We’ll watch whatever shitty chick flick you want, do tequila shots, whatever you want after. But right now we have to go out there. We weren’t doing anything wrong, we have no reason to hide or be embarrassed.”

Mulling over his words you sigh knowing they aren’t going to budge, “okay.”

A half smile tugs on Auston’s lips and he leans in placing a soft but brief kiss on your lips. His mustache tickles your upper lip but he pulls away and heads out of the room first. Waiting a minute, allowing you time to compose yourself, Fred pulls you out of the room.

Walking down the hall you can hear Mitch laughing at something outside. Fred drapes an arm over your shoulders and gently presses his lips to your head, smiling down at you. Your body becomes numb, if it wasn’t for Fred tugging you outside you would be frozen in place. Feet unable to move.

Walking outside you feel like all eyes are on you. They aren’t, but it feels that way.

Auston, Will and Morgan are off to the side laughing about something. He shoots you a grin before continuing on with his conversation. Fred pulls you to one of the outside couches. Trying to put you at ease he slings one arm around your shoulder, you tucked tightly under his arm.

You can smell his overpriced cologne, you can feel his fingers gently trailing over your shoulder and you can hear his voice. But none of it pulls you out from your trance. Your walls feel like they are tightening around you and you are quickly losing oxygen.

“Y/N,” Fred squeezes your shoulder.

“Hmm?” you head snaps to see him.

“Mitch asked if you wanted a drink,” Fred smiles with a soft smile.

“Probably thirsty after your earlier activities,” you hear someone sneer, glancing to the side you see Steph, Audrey, Bianca, along with a few other WAGS. Some seem confused by the comment, but the vast majority have narrowed eyes and grins plastered on their faces.

“Uh no, I’m okay,” you lie. Your throat is dry, not from Fred’s cock slamming into the back of it, but from your anxiety building. You would love a drink, but what you really want is to leave. You just need to get away. It feels like everybody has eyes on you, you keep thinking you overhear people whispering your name. Fred carries on as if nothing happened, chatting with Mitch, laughing at something Zach said. Maybe it’s his way of downplaying it, or it’s his way of trying to reassure you, but it doesn’t work.

It’s a quiet drive, Auston and Fred chatting in the front. You melt into the backseat, staring aimlessly out the window. You don’t even recognize where you are until you are parked in the underground garage. The second the car stops you are gone, heading to the elevator.

Pressing the up button about fifty time the doors finally open and you step in, both men behind you. Staring to the ceiling you blink a few times, trying to suppress your tears.

“You coming?” Fred asks when the door opens to his floor.

“In a minute,” you sniffle. “I want to see Felix first.”

“Kay,” Fred smiles lightly. Taking a small step forward, he hesitantly leans down and places a warm kiss on your cheek before stepping off the elevator.

**

“I have couches,” Auston laughs seeing you on the floor. Felix curled between your legs as you slowly pet him, warm tears rolling down your cheeks. You don’t reply, continuing to slowly rub Felix’s fur. Hands grab your legs and he pulls you against his chest and making his way to the couch.

Placing you on the couch, he falls beside you, pulling you against him. That’s when it happens, the floodgates open. His grip tightens on you while your chest heaves as you dissolve into a git of tears. He tries to calm you, talking is a soothing tone in your ear. Choking on your tears, Auston just holds you, your hands clenching his shirt.

**

“Hey,” Auston smiles, handing you a steaming mug. You don’t know when you stopped crying or how long you were asleep for, but the night sky is flooding the room. Apart from the stove light and one lamp in the corner the entire room is dark, empty, a feeling you know too well.

“Thanks,” your voice cracks slightly. Sitting beside you, he pulls you up onto his lap, your head falling on his shoulder. Felix takes the opportunity to curl up beside you, he head beside your hand so you can slowly scratch his head.

“Don’t worry,” he finally says after a few minutes of silence. “They aren’t allowing anyone at the playoff games for now, so you won’t have to see them for a bit.”

“That doesn’t –“

“It does matter, they will forget about it by the next time you see them,” he runs his hand up and down his large sweater hanging off your frame. You want to believe him, but the pit in your stomach only gets bigger by the second. Biting the inside of your cheek, you take a few deep breaths. Silence falling over you.

“What are you doing this summer?” He asks, trying to pull you from your stupor.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, not interested in his small talk. “I had a few interviews these past couple weeks, if I get it then the last 2 weeks of August I’ll be at the school planning. Spend some time with friends, and family maybe, I guess. I don’t know.”

“Sounds exciting,” he laughs.

“Mhm,” you agree. “You?”

“I’ll be in Arizona once the season ends, but hopefully that’s not for a while,” he replies. “But just hang out with friends, family. I think my mom wants to go on a family trip somewhere.”

“Nice,” you breathe out.

“Yeah,” he trails of slightly. “Maybe you could come down for a weekend.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you dismiss. You are barely in the mood to talk, let alone make plans for two months from now, “if the border opens.”

“If not I have my Visa, I could come up we could go somewhere for a weekend. Whistler, Banff,” he suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“My sisters would love you,” he chuckles.

Silence once again falls on you. You assume Auston believes you are just upset from earlier, and you are. But mainly you are mulling over his offer. You don’t do that. You don’t go on dates. You aren’t dating. You have sex. Yes you cuddle, you talk, and you have sleepovers. You watch movies, and have dinner, you have even confided in him. But everything leads to sex.

“Why would your sisters love me?” you ask harshly. “Have you told them about me?”

“No,” he laughs. “Just that you’re awesome, I can’t see the not liking you.”

“But why would I meet them?” you bite, pushing off of him. Felix’s head pops up briefly from the commotion before he lies back down beside Auston. “Why would you introduce me to your family? Why would you introduce your family to someone you are just fucking?” you bite.

“Y/N seriously?” he questions, eyes grazing over your face while his body stiffens. “You’re not just someone I’m fucking, at least not to me. I don’t think you ever were someone I was just fucking.”

Standing up he grabs your hand closing the gap between your bodies. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel this?” he questions softly. You can’t match his gaze, knowing you will crumble under it. You can’t process what he is saying because it’s a lot. You never thought about a relationship with Auston, maybe it had crossed your mind once, but you have been so caught up in your feelings for Fred, his feelings for you, that you never considered Auston.

“I uh-“ you bring a hand up to wipe away a stray tear. “I gotta go,” you whisper. Pulling away you practically run to the door.

“He doesn’t want you,” he calls out as you reach the door. Letting go of the handle you turn around, Auston still in the middle of the living room, the exact spot you left him. “You’re going to see him? Fred?” he queries, sensing your next move. Your face contorts and you take a deep breath preparing for his next words.

“I know him, he’s not interested like that, not anymore,” Auston says lightly.

Anymore.

That words stings. When did Fred stop losing interest? Was it when you had the first threesome, or the second? When did he stop wanting you, and how didn’t you notice?

“You’re wrong,” you say yanking the door open and heading down the hall. He is wrong, it has to be. Needs to be.

[secretsniper3]

Part 3: Well Hung

My Master was right to lock my pussy behind a wall of steel, I constantly woke up to find my hands caressing the fluid that would run around the belt, my need evident and throbbing clear to me but in my belt there was nothing I could do but roll over and go back to sleep. 8am, my usual routine is stopped right out the gate by my belt, clearly meant to skip it Im greeted by my Master in the doorway, I stand completely naked save the belt locked to my hips. He steps towards me and tell me to not bother getting dressed, and puts a latex hood over my head, my hair black now (did he dye my hair overnight?) pushing through the hood to form my ponytail as he laces me into my latex face. Arms placed behind my back im cuffed in place and a posture collar locked around my neck with a leash attached. Following the leash im led into the main hall of my Masters home and I see something new, something that wasnt there last night. My Master clearly worked through the night to complete this device, largest device Iv ever seen he takes me into the middle and unleashes me. Locking a chain to my posture collar more restraints are added all over my body, my upper and lower arms get binders locked on with chains, wrists too, Waist gets 1 and thighs, shins and ankles for their own. unlocking my hands from behind my back my Master steps back, marvelling at his work.

Holding a large remote he presses a button and all the slack in my chains vanish, held tight by the chains my actions are clearly not mine to decide. Spinning a dial Im lifted into the air 3 feet, and pivot forward, my arms move behind my back and meet elbow to elbow as my knees bend back and my feet meet my hands and Im amazing this device can pull you so smoothly. Stepping towards me and raising me up to meet his gaze my Master places his hand on my cheek and with a smile moves to remove my chastity belt, with my wet sex exposed to him, fluid running faster and harder with each passing second he takes a deep breath, savouring my scent as I try meekly to move my hands a little lower to cup my pussy. My Master simply puts a finger on my labia to draw a instant reaction from my body, a gasp and a moan follow as he rubs up and down my lips carefully with a smile on his face. My focus is broken by a knock at the door, my Master going to answer I see a woman standing there talking to my Master. She is a tall woman, the high heels helping with that, a long, black latex dress drapes down her slender thighs as she gazes over at me. Ruby red lips and beautiful blue hair running freely down her back, closing the door my Master leads the woman to me and says aloud, “this is the Slave i was telling you about.” the woman's eyes widen, her red lips part and my eyes are drawn to them as she speaks, “for how long can i play?” “how long are you in town for?” my Master responds with a chuckle.

Licking her lips making them shine flawlessly as my Master takes a seat infront of me, the woman circles around, like a bird of prey having found its next meal she scans my entire body with a hunger in her eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. A touch of her finger ends the shiver before it reaches my sex, all my focus is on that 1 finger, tracing its way over my limbs, seemingly scaring my flesh with its burning hot touch Im sure to melt no matter what this woman does, eyes flying to my Master as he sits with a drink in hand with his eyes glued to mine. My pussy making its need known to all in the room as the puddle that was small moments ago grows larger by the second as the finger moves down my waist and over my smooth, firm ass and down my thigh. Clit throbbing as my pussy spasms at the sensory overload at just a mere finger I hear my Master say aloud “im keeping her in denial for now, think you can make her pussy even hotter than it already is, you be my guest.” All I hear behind me is the hum of a hungry animal as the finger loops over my thigh and scratches up the inside, drawing a line in my skin leading right to my puffy lips. Right there, just a little bit further!

Pain strikes my pussy as her hand comes down on my lips, a shriek of surprise and pain bursts from my lips as my pussy shakes in the aftermath. Finger still moving, painfully slow Im met with another wet slap to my pussy, and then just as suddenly a finger dives deep into my pussy. My gasp of pain elevates into a gasp of joy and bliss, my drooling pussy is getting action and I cant believe it! The finger withdraws with a wet pop as I hear her laughter behind me.

“Come now my dear, youd think id really let you cum when your Master wants your pussy denied of such pleasures?” thrusting a finger inside again for a moment before removing it a second time I know she is, quite literally pushing my buttons as her finger presses the only button that counts. The button that stands out, big and red and throbbing with need, a simple glancing touch is all it took to get my body right to the very tip of the edge a simple breeze would push me over, my eyes shooting into my skull as my brain tries desperately to comprehend what I just experienced. She waits till I have calmed down enough then repeats the glancing brush, sending me back to the peak. Looking ahead my Masters chair is empty, looking around for him I hear him laugh behind me as I hear him give the succubus something, what could he have given her. I am greeted with a smile on his face as he looks at me on his way back to his seat.

“Enjoy the ride, Slave.” is all Master says as my urethra is jabbed with something long and hard, my juices serving to lubricate it so it slides in easily as she proceeds to sound me. The pain quickly being overtaken by pleasure as Im fucked in a hole I never considered fucking before, but shes watching me. Pulling it out before I crest the ridge of pleasure Im left to moan and beg for release, my Master stands and grabs a blindfold and a spider gag, taking away my vision and ability to speak he takes great pleasure in my loss of senses. I dont need eyes to know hes hard, and hell probably use me sooner or later.

My clit still throbbing dangerously close to the edge the woman starts to caress it with, what is that sensation? oh god no! its a brush, she circles around my inner labia with the bristles of the thin brush and I cant stop her at all, she eases the head of the brush against my clits hood and it slips between them, rubbing my clit at its very core removing it the second before I would otherwise cum hard! This torture would carry on for some time of painfully hard denials at the last second before my Master pushes a button and flips me over in the air.

My breasts now facing the roof and the device that holds me begins to pull my neck up, rising to meet the demand my mouth presses into the woman's pussy. She is done playing with my cunt, now Im to play with hers, and she isnt forbidden to cum so within minutes of my talented tongues assault on her my face is glazed with her juices but she still holds strong. Clearly seeking more from my mouth she presses down and my tongue dives in deep, tasting the woman's pussy as her cum drools into my mouth and down my throat. Her warm folds locked around my mouth as she grinds my face into her pussy, cumming again and again.

“shes very talented with her tongue, and her pussy wont stop shaking, i can see her clit from here!” she says with orgasmic bliss in her voice

“i know how to break a slave” My Master replies, and he isnt wrong. Im broken, his plaything to do with what he wants.

The woman stops grinding into my open mouth and my face is coated in a thick layer of her juices, I start to think its over as my Master takes my mouth for his own use. Driving his hard cock down my throat my tongue naturally wraps around the shaft as I accept my Masters meat in my throat, thrust after thrust Im rewarded with a hot burst that flows quickly down my throat. Removing my blindfold Im treated to a sight I havent seen in a long time, my Masters cock inside a pussy. pumping in and out, oh how I wish it was my cunt he was plowing as he thrusts harder into the woman and her back arches in erotic bliss, my Masters hand gripping her blue hair as he continues to fuck her to orgasm. Im treated to a first class show as my Master and the woman continue thrusting into eachother, orgasm after orgasm they wont stop taunting me. The woman constantly bragging about how good it feels to cum knowing my pussy is denied and having my clit throb making it all the worse!

So there I hang, fixed in the middle of the room watching my Master and the woman fuck to orgasm over and over again, I cant even look away, their moans, their screams, flooding my ears and my pussy with need! They finally stop their exhibition match at my expense and my Master reveals my new belt, it has a long slick metal dildo where my asshole would sit, and another thinner pole for my urethra, nothing for my needy box though. I moan helplessly as they both set to lock my body back in its cage. Flipping me over and standing me upright, the woman gives me a deep kiss, tasting her own juices on my lips as her tongue fucks mine with gusto and my Master escorts her to the door. I manage to make out “we should do this again soon” as they kiss on the cheek and she leaves me to my denial with my Master.

Locking my feet in ballet heels before removing my restraints I am left to wobble on jelly legs as my arms are locked in a strict reverse prayer binder with elbows meeting in the small of my back, he says this is just beginning and at that thought my pussy clenches a little. A corset around my waist to make breathing more difficult when combined with my latex mask and posture collar, blindfolded once more Im left in the dark as my neck gets yanked and I lurch forward in my toe crushing boots. Stepping forward a few paces Im forced to my knees as Im pulled over and down, my Masters got a hard cock again and its my life's mission to sate its lust as I take it in my mouth and down my throat. My Master not even helping me as my latex coated head bobs up and down on his member and he cums down my throat. Pulling me back he takes in my appearance. “you look amazing if i do say so myself.” he says with a smile, I can hear his joy in his words as he stands me back up and turns me around and with another yank, Im walking again.

Hard to focus on where hes leading me to, he keeps rearranging things while I sleep and my inserts are only adding to my frustration. The pain in my feet far from over as the inserts inside me are fixed to the belt, every step making them sway side to side inside me, though not enough to make me cum, I cant cum from anal or he wouldn't have put 1 in my ass. Continuing to lead me into a room he fixes me in place and pushes a tube in my mouth, unscrewing my urethra and pushing a tube up into my bladder. Pressing a few buttons Im forced to walk forward as he laughs beside me. Its a treadmill! With no way to get off as Im completely secure and forced to march on in silent obedience. Unable to draw breath through the tube my nose is uncovered and fluid pours down the tube and into my mouth, Im hesitant at first but my Master commands me to drink and so I do it since it is “your lunch after all” he said as he turns and leaves me to your walk. the fluid running into my mouth periodically consists of oatmeal, vitamins and minerals and 3 types of aphrodisiacs. Every step hurts my poor enslaved feet and legs but what could I do besides walk on the path my Master has set for me?

2 hours later my breathing is ragged and hoarse as my Master returns to stop my walking, unhooking me and leading me back to the lounge he lays me down and frees my toes from their prison. I moan as the boots slide off. Removing my belt from my waist he sits me down in the bathroom and tells me to relieve myself. following his command I do as Im told and he cleans up after me, reapplying my belt with little resistance as Im exhausted now and very tired from my walk, he leads me back to my room and lays me down, releasing my arms and removing my corset and latex hood he rolls me over and with a kiss on my forehead I drop straight to sleep. He pats my ass knowing that my pussy is safe behind that wall of cold steel and goes to set up the house for the party tomorrow, knowing I will be asleep the rest of the day and through the night. My Master always knows how to put me to sleep.

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It’s been a crazy few days, but this chapter is done now. big tw and cw for the chapter though because it’s got some blood and graphic depictions of violence and harm.

@petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel

Grifter jolted awake at the sound of some beeping. He groaned slightly and turned to look at what was making the noise. He looked at it a few seconds before closing his eyes to return to his nap, but a moment later he sat up, fully awake. His wings fluttered happily as he looked at the surveillance system Sense had set up. It wasn’t the best it could be, no, but tripwires all over the place would tell them when someone went down certain hallways. 

Based on the signals, there were three people walking around meaning there was at least one person to kill. His double was unfortunately off limits, and so was Nightmare for now, but the only other people he couldn’t kill were all accounted for, so even if both of them were there, he could still have fun with one of them.

Grifter quickly sent a message to Sense to tell him what was going on and then he stood up from the throne. He watched the screens, ready for another one to go off. When a notification popped up, he immediately started running off in that direction to find whoever was there. Getting through the halls was a bit confusing due to him being new to the place, but with a little magic, it wasn’t that bad.

He heard their voices before he saw them obviously. They were trying to be quiet, but they weren’t quiet enough. He was happy to only recognize Grian’s voice, so it seemed everyone else was fair game. In a moment, the place shook slightly, causing some concerned and worried noises before the hallway was sealed off with more walls. “Looks like some people came to visit!”

Grian immediately moved to the front of the ground, having Grum off to Ranboo since his arms were free. “Where’s Tommy?”

Grifter waved a hand. “Oh don’t worry. He’s not dead. I need him alive to lure Nightmare in. Now, who do we have here? Two natives, a natural, oh and little Grumbot~”

Grum turned away to hide his face against Ranboo’s chest, pretending that it was Mumbo holding him instead. Grian moved slightly to hide the others from view, opening his wings to help with that. And then while Tubbo still held Michael, he also pulled out a sword. “Give Tommy back, or else.”

“Hmm, how about no. Again, I need him to get Nightmare to me, so until that happens, he’s staying here. Obviously I can’t kill him because then it would probably affect Theseus, and if that happened, I’d get the short end of the stick. That being said, I think some of the people here are fair game. Like you, you, maybe you, and- do you care about the zombie piglin?” Grifter asked after pointing to where Tubbo, Ranboo and Grum had been standing.

“You’re not killing any of them!” Grian growled, but Grifter ignored him and used a bit of magic, making Michael glow for a moment.

“There, doesn’t matter now.” The Listener shrugged before the floor shifted, turning into a spike and spearing Michael out of Tubbo’s hands. As Tubbo tried to reach where it had taken the ziglin, he was suddenly enveloped in lava. “Oh! This is so much fun!” Grifter clapped before Grian slammed the hels copy against the wall, hands in fists on his collar.

Behind them, Grum pressed his face into Ranboo’s chest even more and covered what he had in place of ears. Two death messages were sent out, and of course having his communicator build into himself, the messages went straight to him. If someone died, he- it- the lives count- it needed- he needed-. Grum started buffering, going slack in Ranboo’s arms.

Grifter just smiled back at Grian’s angry face. “Aww, are you maaad? Heehee!” His sweet smile turned to a much more poisonous one. “Well maybe I could just kill Grum. I’m not sure that bug of his works between dimensions, now does it? Where would he go? Would you ever find him again?”

Grian froze, stunned by Grifter’s comment. “B-bug?” He asked, only getting the single word question out before he was thrown against the opposite wall, the force of hitting it winding him.

Grifter cracked his neck as he stretched. He merely needed to gesture at the wall for it to shift and pull Grian into it, leaving his head and half of his wings exposed. “Oh you don’t know? Well, I guess that’s expected. You’re still the person who made NPG, hmm? It’s amazing he hasn’t already completely crashed like the second one. And the new pair aren’t even a year old, how long until they’re gone too?” Grifter shifted his eyes to look towards Grum, still facing Grian. “Maybe I can speed it up.”

“No!” Grian yelled, struggling to escape his stone prison. “Leave him alone!”

Grifter ignored Grian and summoned an obsidian knife. “Alright, who wants to die next! I’ve still got time to kill, so what better way to do that than killing people.”

Grian completely froze up. Physically he was staring at his hels copy, but in his mind he saw someone else. Even as he saw them move towards Ranboo and Grum, he couldn’t get himself to move. The enderman hybrid tried to find someplace to run to, but he just backed up into a wall. Grifter dove at Ranboo with the knife, and while Grian couldn’t see the injury, the following scream was enough to make his blood curdle. More yelling came from the hybrid, but he wasn’t killed, Grifter just torturing him for fun.

Finally, the helsmit stabbed Ranboo once more, leaving the knife in his chest before getting up. “Sounds like Nightmare’s getting close. Sorry to run, but I have more important things to do!” And one of the walls he created collapsed, leaving him skipping away happily, ignoring the blood covering his clothes.

Now that Grifter was out of the way, Grian could see the state everyone was in. Unlike normal, the bodies that had been left behind hadn’t disappeared. Lava was cooling over what remained of Tubbo, but the smell told Grian all he needed to know about what was underneath. Michael was still speared on the stone spike, a large hole through his chest and one of his arms had fallen off. 

Grum had fallen off to the side, his screen a rainbow of color with a large crack spanning the screen, blood splattered on him. And finally Ranboo was lying on the ground, ignoring the knife in his chest to instead clutch his left eye, blood dripping from between his fingers.

Grian struggled against the stone trapping him. Theoretically he could use magic to get himself out, but being contained in the walls could backfire and leave him injured. That being said, it would still leave him in better shape than the others.

The wall exploded from magic. Ranboo and Grum were far enough that the debris didn’t hit them, but there was still rubble left everywhere. Grian’s wings hung limply at his side, every small movement causing a wave of pain to go through him. The explosion caused damage to him, but the rocks had mainly hit his wings, leaving them useless. Grian took a few deep breaths before holding his breath in preparation of shifting the wings away. It was agony for a few seconds, but once they were gone, so was the pain.

Grian limped over to the mass that was Tubbo since he was closest. A quick check told him Grifter had disabled respawn recently, meaning that their bodies wouldn’t disappear. He used some more magic to change that back, and the mass deflated at the same time Michael’s body and disconnected limb disappeared. Immediately after that happened, Grian doubled over, hands on his knees keeping him up. His head was swimming and he wanted to pass out, but he still had plenty to do.

He forced himself back up to standing and pulled himself over to Grum, dragging the bot over to Ranboo who was slowly calming down, the pain fading from shock and adrenaline. Once they were close to each other, Grian cast healing and health spells. The recent damage Grum had acquired faded while the knife in Ranboo’s chest was pushed out as the flesh there healed and his eye mended. 

Grian looked over to Grum, the bot’s screen still picturing a loading circle as he continued to buffer. The avian tried to take a step, but he was hurt and tired, so he just fell to the ground, all three of them now passed out.

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Upon reaching the roof, Grifter immediately made his way over to Sense. He pulled the redstoner into a kiss before pulling his belt off and going over to Tommy. “Sorry Seesee, just uses less magic this way.” And then he pulled the belt away from around his own tunic, using magic on the two of them to make a metal harness that was put around Tommy. The chain around the teen’s leg was also taken off and moved onto the harness, which Grifter used as a sort of leash. “There! Now remember, no trying to run off. It won’t end well for you.”

Tommy tried to struggle, but wasn’t able to do much before Grifter stomped on his already injured leg, making him scream. 

He wasn’t able to do much as the helsmit yanked his bandana off and looked it over. “Hmm… Theseus’ always looks more bloody than this. Well, easy enough to fix!” And Grifter pressed the fabric to his blood soaked tunic, the red liquid quickly being drawn into the fabric. “There! I just might have to give you a few more injuries to make it believable, but it should do fine.”

Tommy tried to move away, but Grifter yanked him closer before using the bandana as a gag, tying around his head. “Oh calm down, it’s not human blood. At least, I don’t think. Some sort of weird enderman.” That didn’t reassure Tommy at all and instead he started struggling more, knowing who Grifter was referring to.

Grifter just laughed at Tommy’s panic and pulled out the mask he had taken from Theseus, putting it on Tommy and using some magic to change his hair color. “There! Now you’re like the spitting image of Theseus! Now we just need that extra injury. Hmmm… eyes are too cliche, especially since I’ve already done that today. And his neck is already healed, so damaging there again wouldn’t help. Cut on the mouth would just cause too much blood.” Grifter rubbed his chin before looking back at Sense. “Hey, do you remember what I did to Sahn back in highschool when Vurne was missing? I think I’ve told you that story.”

“Many times. You always did have fun then.” Sense replied. “It was cuts on the back when he messed with your wings.”

Grifter lit up at the answer. “Oh I remember that! That was so much fun! Yes, I think that will work great for this!” Tommy tried to move away again, but Grifter just moved him so he was laying on his front, face pressed into the stone. When Grifter cut into his back, it wasn’t deep, just enough to cut through his shirt and draw blood. Tommy grit his teeth into his bandanna to keep from yelling, ignoring the taste of iron that came from it.

“Okay! I think that’s enough for now. I’ll take him down so I can meet with Nightmare and finally put this whole situation behind us.” Grifter said before yanking Tommy to his feet. “Do you want to stay up here or come down with us?”

“I believe I can set this weapon to auto pilot. I’d much rather watch what you decide to do.” Sense replied, flicking a few levers and pressing some buttons. “And I’ve got some extra options if you need them.”

“You always do know how to treat me.” Grifter replied in a purr before dragging Tommy along. With a bit of magic, they reached the throne room and Grifter sat down on the throne, finding a place to chain Tommy up nearby. “Oh this is going to be so much fun, I just know it!”

Tommy tried not to move as every time he did, Grifter whacked him for causing the chains to make a noise, but eventually he was sitting in a position he could see what was going on. When Nightmare came in, he was glad the gag muffled his gasp. For the most part it looked like Dream, though his mask was cracked. But other than that, his hoodie was stained with blood and limbs stood at odd angles like they had been broken, yet he didn’t seem to care.

“Now, did you really need to go through all this trouble to-”

“Haha, shut up bitch. I’m the one on the throne and with Theseus. You have… hmm let’s see.” Grifter started mumbling and counting his fingers. “Oh right! Nothing! Except admin powers to a server that, whoops! You’re not even in! And you’re stuck in a broken body that isn’t your own and the only reason you want Theseus is because not being near him is literally tearing you apart because of the revival process.”

Nightmare took a step forward, but a quick gesture from Grifter had Sense shooting a weapon at Nightmare’s feet. “I’m technically already dead. What can you do about that?”

“Aww, do you not recognize me? I’m Flora’s friend! Specifically her uncle. You know, the one she’s always talking to? It’s like the one bit of freedom I would get. She kept me up to date on everything going on in that world of yours and to be completely honest… I’m a huge fan! Loved what you did with the place!”

Nightmare took a surprised step back, not expecting a response like that. “Really? I would assume if you’re close with Theseus-”

“Pfft, not really. He’s Dad’s golden child and I come in dead last just barely behind Euro. I guess that’s what happens when you try to purposefully kill death. Oh well. Anywho! Love your world, I want it!”

“And I get Theseus out of it?” Nightmare asked, and Tommy could tell he was being looked at.

“Oh no. Absolutely not! If you got Theseus, I couldn’t have my fun with Seesee.” Grifter pouted, trying to look as sad as possible. “Dad cursed him and I can’t have my fun unless you’re gone for good.”

Nightmare crossed his arms, a cracking sound coming from one of them. “Alright, and you’re telling me this why? Wouldn’t it be better to lie? Get me convinced? Or have you found a loophole.”

The Listener just smiled and started swinging his feet. “Oh no! I already did my lying and whatnot.” He ruffled Tommy’s head, the magic dissipating. “Theseus isn’t around, I just needed you convinced long enough to make sure you couldn’t escape.”

Nightmare looked around before trying to leave, finding green magic creating barriers around the place whenever he got close to any sort of exit.

Grifter stood up, clapping his hands together. “Oh I’m going to have so much fun! Maybe we can start with taking you apart and then putting you back together. How much pain do you feel? Is it all numb, or is it like normal? Oh do you even bleed anymore? You’re essentially a zombie. Oh! Seesee! What if when we put him back together, we give him one of Tommy’s limbs! Dad won’t mind me doing that! And if Theseus loses an arm, who cares!”

“Those do sound lovely dear, but I can’t help but think…” Sense started, trailing off, but Grifter knew what he meant.

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t think about you! I was just so caught up in the moment! I would never ever want to leave you out of something like this! I’m sure you have plenty of redstone projects to test out, hmm?”

“Oh like you wouldn’t imagine.” Sense purred, pulling Grifter close.

While the two continued to flirt and make heart eyes at each other, Nightmare realized while he couldn’t escape, he could get to Tommy. As he crept over to the teen, he held a finger up to his mask, gesturing for him to be silent. Tommy tried to back up, but he was already up against something and couldn’t move further. 

Slowly, Tommy watched as Nightmare moved the chain, unlinking it from where Grifter had put it. For a moment, Tommy wondered if Nightmare was good, the people in helscraft hadn’t been too bad save for his own double and Sense, and with his taste in people to date, it made sense. For all he knew, Nightmare was helping him escape. But then the chain moved around Tommy’s neck.

“You know Tommy, I just wanted you to listen and follow the rules for once.” Dream’s echoed voice whispered, making Tommy tremble. “I don’t want you dead, but I want to live more, and if that involves killing you, so be it.”

The chain started to tighten, and with Tommy already in bad shape, dark spots soon started filling his vision. He was half aware as Nightmare was pulled away by Grifter and handed off to Sense who shot him with some sort of weapon. The world went sideways as he fell to the ground, chain still wrapped around his neck. It was slightly looser without Nightmare pulling it, but it was still caught. Grifter struggled with the chair before just destroying it, Tommy gasping for air, and then the room rumbled as the magic blocking the doorway was destroyed.

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When Grian next woke up, he was moving. It took a moment to comprehend how, but soon he realized Ranboo was dragging him along, Grumbot ahead of them, leading them forward. Grian shifted, trying to pull away from Ranboo, making the hybrid stop. “He’s awake.”

“Correct. Continue onward.”

“Don’t we want to stop and check how he’s doing?”

“He is not dead. No need. Continue onward.”

“I really think-” Was all Ranboo could get out before Grian tried to pull away and stand on his own, just ending up on the floor. “Okay we really need to stop now.”

Grumbot stopped walking and turned around, Grian wincing at the smile pictured on its screen, Ranboo doing the same. “Pick him up and continue onward. Time is of the essence in a situation such as this.”

Grian was picked back up, Ranboo not struggling too much due to the avian’s weight or lack thereof. Grian’s mind was still fuzzy from his magic, and he was doing his best not to go completely loopy and let instinct take over. “G-Grum?”

“Grum can be discussed when you are more lucid. And as we-”

“Let me guess, continue onwards?”

“Correct.” Grumbot nodded. “A longer path must be taken due to alterations with the castle and magic barriers along the way that cannot currently be broken.”

Grian feebly attempted to escape Ranboo’s arms again, but had no luck. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing. Unless you are referring to Grum, then that is harder to explain.”

Grian wasn’t a fan of that answer and tried looking up at Ranboo. “What happened?”

“Well, after you healed us, I was the only one awake for a while. I was trying to figure out how to move both of you when he woke back up and got me to carry you before leading me around. Other than that, nothing.”

Grian frowned. That didn’t quite make sense. There was nothing that would have caused something like this. The only thing to happen between when Grum was fine and now was… Grifter showing up. So that was the reason. “It’s because Grifter showed up, isn’t it?”

Grumbot briefly looked back. “That is connected, yes. But that is not the main cause. The main causes are actually connected to Tubbo and Michael.”

“Why them?” Was the question Grian wanted to ask, but Ranboo beat him to it.

“Deaths are to be tracked and categorized as canon or non-canon so respawn can occur. As the admin has moved that task to another system, that system is supposed to track it.”

Grian started to ask a question, shifting badly in the process. “But Mumb- Ah! That got moved out of you.”

“Correct, but it was merely out of habit. And now in a situation like this, rational thought is needed and emotions are not, thus Grum is currently out of service.”

“What?!” Grian nearly jumped out of Ranboo’s arms, but was too weak to actually do so. “What are you talking about?”

“This may not be the best time to discuss due to the present situation. However, this may be a long trip and a sooner discussion would be preferred over a later one.”

Grian looked at Ranboo, who just shrugged, making Grian look back at Grumbot. “I’d like to know what’s going on now.”

“Very well. When located at Technoblade’s residence, the topic of his ‘chat’ was brought up. Apparently he hears voices in his head of other people of sorts. It is apparently a genetic trait.”

Grian groaned. “Ugh. Yeah, they’re a mess. Finally had to do something after Doc and Scar found out during all the Area 77 stuff. I’m mostly not bothered by it.” Then Grian chuckled. “Dad found a way to give his physical form and there were always crows everywhere.”

“That makes the next part less concerning. Both Technoblade and Tommy had been concerned about Grum’s chat.”

“Wait, he's got one of his own? I mean, You have- ugh you’re just making it more confusing.”

Ranboo nodded. “And I’ve got less context than you.”

A rumble through the castle made them pause, wondering what was going on and how bad it was for them. It wasn’t too close to them, but they still sped up into a bit of a jog as they continued onwards. “Grum has five voices in his chat. While they mainly stay voices, in certain situations, two of them have been asked to take up a more physical role. One example of that is Eyes.”

“Hold on, are you saying you’re one of them?!” Grian asked, Ranboo just as shocked.

“Correct. The assumption is that due to Grum’s robotic nature, something like this is possible.”

Grian paused, thinking back to Hermitcraft, before Grum and Jrum had been given their new bodies, but after Mumbo’s whole chat therapy session.

“So you’re telling me you actually know about this stuff?” Grian leaned against Mumbo’s nether portal after dropping off some diamonds as payment.

Mumbo shrugged. “You’re not the only one to have grown up in a more advanced world.”

“Oh so we’re calling it advanced now, are we?”

“Oh hush. But yes, I did some schooling. I didn’t quite get too terribly far before joining Hermitcraft, so I had to do a bit of back and forth. To make up for some of the credits I missed, I needed some extra classes, and there were courses on psychology. They worked with the rest of my schedule and so I took them.”

“Oh, well excuse me Doctor Jumbo.” Grian said playfully before laughing from being lightly smacked by Mumbo.

“I never got any sort of medical degree from that. And I wasn’t a top student or anything.”

“Well, what would you say I am?”

“Obviously you have the condition of being a nuisance!” Mumbo retorted, Grian just laughing some more.

“But no, I’m serious. You heard what was going on last season with the hippies and Area 77, right? I’ve never really been in a position to get a name for… well that. Long shot, but maybe you know about it?”

Mumbo rubbed his mustache in thought, then started walking. “Hmm… you said it was genetic, correct?”

Grian followed behind. “Yeah, as far as I know. My dad and one of my brothers had it for sure, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure about the rest.”

Mumbo reached a bookshelf and started looking through the books. “I know someone in class had done a presentation that mentioned what you had, because they were doing it on something that for a long time was related. While it had some elements of schizophrenia due to the various voices being seen as connected to hallucinations or delusions, the way in which it appeared and other symptoms made it get categorized as a dissociative disorder.”

Mumbo finally found the book he was looking for and pulled it out, looking at the table of contents before flipping through the pages. “The fact that the different voices had their own sorts of personalities linked it to dissociative personality disorder, but the common amount of voices was much higher than the standard. Plus that normally appears after some sort of childhood trauma of sorts and the mind makes those personalities as a sort of protection. Which means it’s not really genetic while the condition you have certainly is.

“Let’s see, at the time of this book's production, I believe it was still categorized as a type of dissociative disorder. I believe it’s had a bit of debate, but for the most part from what I learned, it fits the category.” Mumbo flipped through a few pages before landing on a section. “Here we go. Multi-faceted dissociative disorder.”

Grian ended up stealing to book away to read about it, reading a bit on the related disorders. It was something to do when he couldn’t get to sleep after a long day, and while his excuse was it was boring, the fact Mumbo seemed to like it was good enough for him.

“I’m thinking it’s something a bit different.” Grian finally replied. “Sounds more like something I read about in one of Mumbo’s books.”

“And does that complicate things?”

Grian paused, thinking it over. “No. I don’t think so. If I’m right, it’ll make it easier to go over since it seems well known enough.”

“Of course. Likely to be discussed with Mumbo or Puffy then.”

Grian glanced to Ranboo who just shrugged. “You act like I know much more than you. I remember she exists, but not why she’s important in this discussion.”

“You know, fair enough.” Grian started. He opened his mouth to say more, but suddenly the ceiling collapsed, leaving rubble and dust everywhere. Grian was left coughing and trying to blink the dust out of his eyes to see where Grumbot was after what happened, but instead, the first thing he noticed was the person lying on top of the rubble. “Wh- Zedaph?”

“Hi Grian!” Zed waved, coughing a little. “Sorry for crashing in like this. I probably need to get back to the others.”

“Who else is here?”

[pokemonswshfics]

Chairman rose kinks?

hello !! the kinks are gender neutral since there was no specifics in the first request, hope you enjoy regardless! nsfw warning to everyone who's uncomfortable with it :'D have a good read everyone 💕!

Chairman Rose || Kink Headcanons! (Nsfw)

i dont consider myself a big fan of chairman rose but how GOOD he looks in this gif ,, oh goodness ;-; <3

((last nsfw warning, headcanons under the cut!))

tw// degradation + humiliation ahead

Definitely a hard dom.

The belt he wears? It's used for more than apparel purposes.

Sometimes makes his subs count the times he whips them with his belt.

"Come now, stop squirming. Take your lashings like my good little whore."

Along with whipping, due to being a sadist, he likes pulling hair, occasional slaps, and spanking.

Heavy bondage. He's no stranger to using handcuffs, rope, and even chains to bind his partners.

Daddy/Master kink.

Heavy degrading and humiliation. Made a partner wear a collar connected to a leash before.

"Is that really the best you can do, little brat? Grind on your Daddy's cock like you mean it."

Prefers gagging his partner over choking them.

Sometimes does both at once, he likes watching and hearing them whine beneath him.

Overstimulates his partner during each session.

"Is your little, slutty, hole tired? Poor thing, I'm not even close to being done with you yet."

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Thank you for reading ^-^ I hope you enjoyed, my requests are always open! just might be a wait 💕 - 🥝

[mysdrymmumbles]

Blisterback

Ao3 link

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1625ish

Summary: How Theotar and Blisterback met. 

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He is a good pup.

He knows this because it is the first thing his master ever said to him, and it is a sentiment that has been repeated to him over the eons, enough so that he knows the word ‘pup’ just as well as his name, better even.

His name is for orders, but ‘pup’ is for quiet times sitting together off-duty with his master, the venthyr’s claws scratching behind his ears as he tells him how good he’s been. It is for belly rubs and extra treats, ones that are given in secret because the Fearstalker warns they will make him spoiled.

He hunts the souls that the Fearstalker sends into the woods with his master. They make them better. It has been explained to him over and over, but much of what is said is meaningless to him. What he knows is that he does good, and his master is always pleased after the hunt. He has one of the best noses in Revendreth, after all, and their prey is always caught.

He protects his master just as his master protects him, they hunt souls, and the world is right.

Until it isn’t.

There is something wrong with the souls they hunt. They do not feel right, though he has no words for it. His master does, though. He comments to the Fearstalker and the way she looks at his master makes that fear they chase bubble up inside of him instead of the souls.

For a while, that is all there is to it.

The souls are wrong, and his master is quiet, but the belly rubs are just as common, and he knows things will be alright. There have been quiet times before. The ages bring cycles, after all, and this will pass.

The Master comes. When he receives pets, they are a bit rough, but he does not wince under the Master’s hand. That would embarrass his master, and he will not do that. He is a good pup.

Tones are harsh. The Master is angry at his.

He steps between them, a warning growl that there is no need for such threatening behavior. His master sounds terrified as he insists that he is a good pup.

The Master’s hands swirl with red and the world is dark.

And then he is waking up. The face in front of him is not his master’s and he looks around, frantic.

His master was afraid.

The new face is not a friend. The owner is harsh, using leashes and tactics his master never bothered with. There are no ear scritches or belly rubs.

As soon as the new face is stupid enough to let him off his chains, he is gone.

He dares his way back to the last place he remembers seeing his master and dodges the others who try to catch him. They are quick, but he is determined. He makes it back into the woods and searches. He has the best nose and will find his master.

It is an eternity before a familiar scent pulls him out of his despair.

He wastes no time.

The scent leads him to an old gate where a biggun guards the way. After a few attempts to get past, he finally manages when the biggun is distracted with other venthyr. There are cries and tones that issue orders, but he ignores them.

The world is strange here, bright and harsh. The venthyr are wrong, blistered and crumbling, angry and scared.

He searches.

Some of the venthyr attack him, their hands red like The Master’s were. He does what he needs to in order to escape and continue the search.

When he finds his master, there is no joyful reunion. His master is a crumpled pile, still as stone. He nudges him and nudges him, but there is no response.

He has seen friends do this before, so he curls up beside him and waits. The light is cruel, and the creatures that were once venthyr watch him from the shadows.

He will protect his master, no matter how long it takes for him to wake up.

Their attacks are slow at first, measured. One crawls toward him and he bares his fangs and roars.

The creature only pauses for a moment and then retreats.

This happens more and more frequently, with more and more at a time. They edge closer and closer every time.

He should leave, but he cannot abandon his master.

When they finally attack, it is brutal. He tears and claws his way through three of them before accidentally tossing one into his master.

His master’s body falls apart and scatters.

He has seen this happen before, too, and knows what it means.

His master cannot come back now.

Rage fills him, and he tears through more of the creatures, but they are a swarm, and they conjure the red swirls that make him slower and slower.

It does not go dark.

He will not let it.

He swipes and bites, anything to avenge the one he will never see again.

As he is overwhelmed, there is more red in the air.

He waits for it to hit, to make him brittle, but it does not come.

Instead, it hits into the creatures attacking, and one by one they fall or scurry to safety.

A venthyr approaches. The creature’s shirt is tattered, but he carries something that blocks the light around him, if only a little.

He growls, does his best to snap, but he is too weak to put up a good defense.

The venthyr kneels, just far enough away to appraise him without worry that he will reach.

“Just what is a gargon doing out here, hmm?”

He growls.

“It been protectin’ that corpse,” a dredger says. It stands near the venthyr with another.

The venthyr moves toward his scattered master.

He somehow finds the strength to move, to put himself between the two. His master will not come back, but that does not mean he will not defend him from further cruelty.

The venthyr stops and waits for him to settle before offering words that mean nothing.

“We will bury him,” the venthyr declares.

He knows those words. He has seen others returned to the earth in his eons. They do not come back, but they are respected.

“We will bury him,” repeats the venthyr.

And they do.

When the pieces have been placed together, the ground covering them, the venthyr offers him his master’s belt.

He sniffs it and then lets the venthyr put it around his neck. The scent is familiar and comforts him. Red dances around the venthyr’s fingers, and he closes his eyes.

If he is to go into the dark again, he is glad to be with the one who loved him so completely.

Energy swells through him.

Opening his eyes, he finds the venthyr there, reaching out tentatively to pat his head. “You’ll be alright.”

He looks back to where his master has gone to rest and then up at the venthyr as he stands up and brushes dust off his pants. The venthyr pats his head and turns away, already talking to the dredgers.

The venthyr motions for him to follow, offering a hand. “I don’t have much, I’m afraid—I don’t think gargon care for tea, but you’re welcome to come with us.”

He stands there another moment before deciding. He turns and goes back to where his master is buried and lays down.

He stays there, waiting for the darkness to take him. Time passes and winds on. The creatures sometimes edge close, but there have been no other attacks. Sometime he thinks he sees some just watch him.

Venthyr, dredgers, creatures.

They do not approach.

It is a familiar scent that finally gets him to move.

It is that of the friendly venthyr, and it is mixed with fear and distress.

He races quickly to the ravine and past hissing creatures that he pays no mind.

He doesn’t stop until he finds the venthyr, fighting off others. The venthyr has lost his shirt.

He defends him, and he him.

It is a familiar pattern that he falls into easily enough.

When their enemies have fallen, he looks up to the venthyr. He does not make sense when he talks, and so he nudges him with his nose and leads the venthyr into the shade. The dredgers come, and they lead the venthyr away.

He follows.

He waits outside the shaded room that the others go into, watching for more creatures that may attack.

When the venthyr comes to the doorway, there is a change. The creature is something between the other times he has met him.

The venthyr sits down and offers a hand, so he goes over and sits in reach, allowing the venthyr to scratch behind his ears.

“You are a very good pup.”

He knows this, but it is so nice to hear after so long.

He lets out a soft boof, the sort of sound he only ever made when he and his master were alone. The venthyr is delighted.

“If there are to be introductions, I am Theotar.” The venthyr does a small half bow from where he is sitting and goes on, asking what he should be called.

Words tumble from Theotar’s mouth, but none of them matter because he knows the ones that do.

Words of love.

He will stay, and he will watch over Theotar. He will keep him safe, until the darkness comes again, and longer, if he is able.

Because he is a good pup. 

[nukyster-blog]

Changing course Chapter 24) Safe Keepers

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Piglet had taken Ivar’s demands to heart and had the decency to portray herself as a cheerful companion. The ten years of being a slave taught her to mold herself into the perfect image, to whoever had a claim at her. 

Ivar didn’t buy her overcompensation for a bit and refused to eat anything he hadn’t seen her previously take a bite from herself. Piglet, the queen mother of spoiling meals. 

But Ivar would rather have this actress clinging to his lips and dancing to his needs then have Piglet relapse into that impossible state of smolder and angry eyes. 

Piglet talked more, too, which meant she spoke over four words. She kept her talks to basic chit-chat; about her labour, about the animals. The cold, the kitchen bitches. But it was nice to hear someone speak in his mother tongue while playing a game.  

“Have you seen the fair maiden?”, Ivar asked bluntly while it was Piglet’s turn to throw the knucklebones. 

Piglet’s dull stare and raised eyebrow told him enough; she was playing dumb again. Ivar pulled the golden necklaces from his pocket and let the cross spin in front of Piglet’s face.

“The fair maiden who gave me this,” Ivar continued, “have you seen her recently?” 

Piglet was clearly not amused that he brought up his “quote-unquote” mistake. It showed in her bearing, although she tried her best to maintain a blank face. 

“No”, was her simple and short answer and she threw the knucklebones on the floor. “Your turn.”

Ivar wasn’t willing to settle with such a useless answer and swiped the bones away. 

“Speak the truth Piglet,” he warned her. 

“I am,” Piglet stated, annoyed. “Play Ivar,” she pushed and nudged her head to his balled fist. 

‘And we’re back at four words’, Ivar thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he tossed the knucklebones in the sand. In a flash he counted the pieces and smirked.

“I win”, he stated and Piglet huffed, “you lose, Piglet.”

Recollecting the bones Ivar dared to ask Piglet a very direct question: “Have you ever been in love?”

Piglet smiled, but it wasn’t her bright smile that showed her perfect teeth and crinkled her cheeks into dimples. This was a condescending smile. 

“I hate men, Ivar.” She testified and pretended that his question did not take her off guard. His words turned her jittery, made her fingers wrinkle and unwrinkle the tattered fabric of her skirt. 

Ivar noticed: “But yet here you are, playing games with me. I’m a man.”

Piglet seemed appalled by his statement and made a face as if he’d forced her to eat a slug. “Maksura,” she nodded to his legs and then eyed up at his crotch, “you’re broken, you don’t count as men.”

This was a very nasty blow below the belt and Ivar’s jaws tightened. She was pushing all the right buttons to make him stop speaking to her, questioning her. Digging into her personal realm of secrets and mystique. Her spiteful words were the only defence mechanism she had against him.

So, after managing a clear face, Ivar calmly continued his interrogation: “aside from my handicaps, I’m still the thing you despise. Yet you’ve cared for me from the start. Before Ludolf returned home. You didn’t have to do that, yet you did and remained doing, even after I treated you like dirt. Why?” 

Piglet stared him dead in the eyes for a while before crossing her legs in her lap and straightening her back. 

“You have a Djinn inside of you, spirit,” she spoke toneless, “it’s right behind your eyes and it comes out in anger. Djinn will protect you, but feeds on you. You’re cursed Ivar.” 

Ivar felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck spike up by her confession and took a moment to let her words sink in. Her confession made sense; it verified the feelings of always being different. A fraud, a changeling. Maybe his brother’s spiteful accusations held a sense of truth.

“Two peas in a pod,” Piglet locked eyes, “I have Djin too. It never comes out, hides. Protects me from inside, keeps men away.” She let her eyes roll back and made a spastic neck motion, “My curse, my safe keeper.” 

Although Ivar still had one more question to ask as a rule of their three-question-game, he quietly picked up the knucklebones. Throwing them into the sand he wished he’d asked a different question. 

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Piglet’s revelation left Ivar conflicted and troubled. He wished he could simply scoff at her words and label her mad for speaking such foolishness. But the longer he thought about what she explained to him last night, the more sense it made. 

Everything.

His lack of empathy, this unearthly feeling of being dead inside. Maybe that was hitting the nail on the head; death, maybe the Djinn was the cause of his explosive nature, his unhealthy satisfaction of seeing other people’s suffering. Maybe there was a thing inside of him that feasted on his heart, soul, of all his emotions. 

He’d always been an outcast, not just physically. He did not think like other men. He was different, ruthless and cruel. 

But then, how could Piglet be a kindred spirit? Her empathy was overwhelming and much stronger than her hatred towards the Christians. She loved her animals and had a nurturing soul. 

They were as different as day and night, inside and out. A dualism, an opposition of each other. Ivar’s rage had always been external and explosive. His relentlessness to survive had proven itself more powerful than the Christian’s death penalty. 

Piglet’s force was that of the imploding kind, shaking her to the core and forcing everyone around her to take a few steps back. 

They were as different as fire and ice, yet their paths had been intertwined. Maybe long before they physically met. For Piglet had been his savior from day one and the first woman he’d felt generally concerned for, aside from his mother. 

It’s right behind your eyes, oh how Ivar wished he’d been able to have a glance at his own reflection. He realised he hadn’t been able to take a good look at himself for a very long time. And maybe that was a good thing, because he hadn’t had a proper bath or shave ever since King Egbert’s broken promise. His short hair had grown till the tips of his shoulders, all tangled up and impossible to put a brush through, if he had  that luxury. He’d never had a lot of facial hair, but now a scraggly beard had climbed his face like last year's ragged vines after a severe winter. 

Ivar feared that he would not recognize his own reflection and, after Piglet’s revelation, maybe not even his own bright blue eyes. 

What if he’d see something behind his eyes, what if he’d witness something unearthly staring back at him? 

‘Two peas in a pod, two peas in a pod, Ivar spent his day with gloom, staring across the box while his mental state deteriorated. 

“I’m going mad Piglet”, Ivar confessed when the slave girl placed his meal near his feet. 

Piglet hummed aloof and started eating. She was forced to be decent to him, but that didn’t mean Ivar could count on her sympathy. 

Which annoyed him dearly, but exploiting her to shed a tear and hold his hand would make him feel feeble and weak. 

Ivar decided to take another turn and started talking, just for the mere sound of his mother’s tongue. He spoke of how he was Viking, a fearless, seafaring raider. He left out the part where he threw up the entire content of his stomach due to seasickness and the time he nearly pissed his pants during the storm. 

Piglet didn’t buy his grandiloquence bluff but listened to him without any interruptions. Of course, she did not believe the crippled slave of de Haar was being honest. Ivar was aware he didn’t resemble the imposing berserker he was portraying himself to be. 

“I once slaughtered a Christian, you know?” Ivar revealed when Piglet rolled her eyes and scoffed at his speech. 

“When I was a mere ten winters young,” he continued watching how Piglet stilled and sat back down, “I ripped him apart and used his bones for my tafl game. Maybe once I’m done with the Giant we can use his for our three-question-game, eh?” 

His grotesque statement made Piglet shudder and bite her lip, but then she eyed the chains that kept him locked inside the shed. 

“Caged Ivar,” she told him firmly and almost taunting, “crackbrained.” She added with a smile creeping up her face. 

Ivar shot forwards, howling when he felt the cuts on his back stretch and was abruptly stopped a few inches in front of Piglet’s face. 

“I will burn this castle down until there's nothing more than ashes,” he hissed, bearing his teeth. If he wanted, he could grasp Piglet, send her back to the ground and overpower her for daring to look at him so boorish. For a moment his hand twitched, but turned into a fist and slammed itself down into the sand. 

“Ivar the martyr, Ivar the bloody,” Piglet belittled, “Ivar full of shit. Ivar slave. Ivar dog with muzzle.” She barked as she flinched back to avoid his fist smashing her nose. 

“And what does that make of you then, huh Piglet?”, Ivar shouted. “You’re just a mediocre, foul bitch, with despoiled skin and seizures.”

“Still bitch without a leash,” Piglet informed him, mockingly. Her laughter echoed through the shed as she jumped the border of his box to avoid being hit in the face with Ivar’s bowl. 

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A/N: Well that was almost half a chapter of them not getting into each other’s hair. So close. So the Djinn, I came up with this possibility a while back when I wondered where Piglet’s reselicance to keep Ivar alive comes from. She needed more than just a caring nature. Pity didn’t seem right, so I wanted to give her something inside of Ivar she’d recognize within herself. She’s an outcast, not just for her skin. She has a handicap too. What I liked in Vikings is how Ragnar explained to Ivar that his crippled legs were his strength. I still feel strongly that Ragnar only said this to coach Ivar into taking revenge. But still, a very strong message. So, basically we have two cursed outcasts versus a castle. I always love the underdogs. 

Xoxoxo Nukyster 

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[secretsniper2]

Part 3: Well Hung

My Master was right to lock my pussy behind a wall of steel, I constantly woke up to find my hands caressing the fluid that would run around the belt, my need evident and throbbing clear to me but in my belt there was nothing I could do but roll over and go back to sleep. 8am, my usual routine is stopped right out the gate by my belt, clearly meant to skip it Im greeted by my Master in the doorway, I stand completely naked save the belt locked to my hips. He steps towards me and tell me to not bother getting dressed, and puts a latex hood over my head, my hair black now (did he dye my hair overnight?) pushing through the hood to form my ponytail as he laces me into my latex face. Arms placed behind my back im cuffed in place and a posture collar locked around my neck with a leash attached. Following the leash im led into the main hall of my Masters home and I see something new, something that wasnt there last night. My Master clearly worked through the night to complete this device, largest device Iv ever seen he takes me into the middle and unleashes me. Locking a chain to my posture collar more restraints are added all over my body, my upper and lower arms get binders locked on with chains, wrists too, Waist gets 1 and thighs, shins and ankles for their own. unlocking my hands from behind my back my Master steps back, marvelling at his work.

Holding a large remote he presses a button and all the slack in my chains vanish, held tight by the chains my actions are clearly not mine to decide. Spinning a dial Im lifted into the air 3 feet, and pivot forward, my arms move behind my back and meet elbow to elbow as my knees bend back and my feet meet my hands and Im amazing this device can pull you so smoothly. Stepping towards me and raising me up to meet his gaze my Master places his hand on my cheek and with a smile moves to remove my chastity belt, with my wet sex exposed to him, fluid running faster and harder with each passing second he takes a deep breath, savouring my scent as I try meekly to move my hands a little lower to cup my pussy. My Master simply puts a finger on my labia to draw a instant reaction from my body, a gasp and a moan follow as he rubs up and down my lips carefully with a smile on his face. My focus is broken by a knock at the door, my Master going to answer I see a woman standing there talking to my Master. She is a tall woman, the high heels helping with that, a long, black latex dress drapes down her slender thighs as she gazes over at me. Ruby red lips and beautiful blue hair running freely down her back, closing the door my Master leads the woman to me and says aloud, “this is the Slave i was telling you about.” the womans eyes widen, her red lips part and my eyes are drawn to them as she speaks, “for how long can i play?” “how long are you in town for?” my Master responds with a chuckle.

Licking her lips making them shine flawlessly as my Master takes a seat infront of me, the woman circles around, like a bird of prey having found its next meal she scans my entire body with a hunger in her eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. A touch of her finger ends the shiver before it reaches my sex, all my focus is on that 1 finger, tracing its way over my limbs, seemingly scaring my flesh with its burning hot touch Im sure to melt no matter what this woman does, eyes flying to my Master as he sits with a drink in hand with his eyes glued to mine. My pussy making its need known to all in the room as the puddle that was small moments ago grows larger by the second as the finger moves down my waist and over my smooth, firm ass and down my thigh. Clit throbbing as my pussy spasms at the sensory overload at just a mere finger I hear my Master say aloud “im keeping her in denial for now, think you can make her pussy even hotter than it already is, you be my guest.” All I hear behind me is the hum of a hungry animal as the finger loops over my thigh and scratches up the inside, drawing a line in my skin leading right to my puffy lips. Right there, just a little bit further!

Pain strikes my pussy as her hand comes down on my lips, a shriek of surprise and pain bursts from my lips as my pussy shakes in the aftermath. Finger still moving, painfully slow Im met with another wet slap to my pussy, and then just as suddenly a finger dives deep into my pussy. My gasp of pain elevates into a gasp of joy and bliss, my drooling pussy is getting action and I cant believe it! The finger withdraws with a wet pop as I hear her laughter behind me.

“Come now my dear, youd think id really let you cum when your Master wants your pussy denied of such pleasures?” thrusting a finger inside again for a moment before removing it a second time I know she is, quite literally pushing my buttons as her finger presses the only button that counts. The button that stands out, big and red and throbbing with need, a simple glancing touch is all it took to get my body right to the very tip of the edge a simple breeze would push me over, my eyes shooting into my skull as my brain tries desperately to comprehend what I just experienced. She waits till I have calmed down enough then repeats the glancing brush, sending me back to the peak. Looking ahead my Masters chair is empty, looking around for him I hear him laugh behind me as I hear him give the succubus something, what could he have given her. I am greeted with a smile on his face as he looks at me on his way back to his seat.

“Enjoy the ride, Slave.” is all Master says as my urethra is jabbed with something long and hard, my juices serving to lubricate it so it slides in easily as she proceeds to sound me. The pain quickly being overtaken by pleasure as Im fucked in a hole I never considered fucking before, but shes watching me. Pulling it out before I crest the ridge of pleasure Im left to moan and beg for release, my Master stands and grabs a blindfold and a spider gag, taking away my vision and ability to speak he takes great pleasure in my loss of senses. I don't need eyes to know hes hard, and hell probably use me sooner or later.

My clit still throbbing dangerously close to the edge the woman starts to caress it with, what is that sensation? oh god no! its a brush, she circles around my inner labia with the bristles of the thin brush and I cant stop her at all, she eases the head of the brush against my clits hood and it slips between them, rubbing my clit at its very core removing it the second before I would otherwise cum hard! This torture would carry on for some time of painfully hard denials at the last second before my Master pushes a button and flips me over in the air.

My breasts now facing the roof and the device that holds me begins to pull my neck up, rising to meet the demand my mouth presses into the womans pussy. She is done playing with my cunt, now Im to play with hers, and she isnt forbidden to cum so within minutes of my talented tongues assault on her my face is glazed with her juices but she still holds strong. Clearly seeking more from my mouth she presses down and my tongue dives in deep, tasting the womans pussy as her cum drools into my mouth and down my throat. Her warm folds locked around my mouth as she grinds my face into her pussy, cumming again and again.

“shes very talented with her tongue, and her pussy wont stop shaking, i can see her clit from here!” she says with orgasmic bliss in her voice

“i know how to break a slave” My Master replies, and he isnt wrong. Im broken, his plaything to do with what he wants.

The woman stops grinding into my open mouth and my face is coated in a thick layer of her juices, I start to think its over as my Master takes my mouth for his own use. Driving his hard cock down my throat my tongue naturally wraps around the shaft as I accept my Masters meat in my throat, thrust after thrust Im rewarded with a hot burst that flows quickly down my throat. Removing my blindfold Im treated to a sight I haven't seen in a long time, my Masters cock inside a pussy. pumping in and out, oh how I wish it was my cunt he was plowing as he thrusts harder into the woman and her back arches in erotic bliss, my Masters hand gripping her blue hair as he continues to fuck her to orgasm. Im treated to a first class show as my Master and the woman continue thrusting into each other, orgasm after orgasm they wont stop taunting me. The woman constantly bragging about how good it feels to cum knowing my pussy is denied and having my clit throb making it all the worse!

So there I hang, fixed in the middle of the room watching my Master and the woman fuck to orgasm over and over again, I cant even look away, their moans, their screams, flooding my ears and my pussy with need! They finally stop their exhibition match at my expense and my Master reveals my new belt, it has a long slick metal dildo where my asshole would sit, and another thinner pole for my urethra, nothing for my needy box though. I moan helplessly as they both set to lock my body back in its cage. Flipping me over and standing me upright, the woman gives me a deep kiss, tasting her own juices on my lips as her tongue fucks mine with gusto and my Master escorts her to the door. I manage to make out “we should do this again soon” as they kiss on the cheek and she leaves me to my denial with my Master.

Locking my feet in ballet heels before removing my restraints I am left to wobble on jelly legs as my arms are locked in a strict reverse prayer binder with elbows meeting in the small of my back, he says this is just beginning and at that thought my pussy clenches a little. A corset around my waist to make breathing more difficult when combined with my latex mask and posture collar, blindfolded once more Im left in the dark as my neck gets yanked and I lurch forward in my toe crushing boots. Stepping forward a few paces Im forced to my knees as Im pulled over and down, my Masters got a hard cock again and its my life's mission to sate its lust as I take it in my mouth and down my throat. My Master not even helping me as my latex coated head bobs up and down on his member and he cums down my throat. Pulling me back he takes in my appearance. “you look amazing if i do say so myself.” he says with a smile, I can hear his joy in his words as he stands me back up and turns me around and with another yank, Im walking again.

Hard to focus on where hes leading me to, he keeps rearranging things while I sleep and my inserts are only adding to my frustration. The pain in my feet far from over as the inserts inside me are fixed to the belt, every step making them sway side to side inside me, though not enough to make me cum, I cant cum from anal or he wouldn't have put 1 in my ass. Continuing to lead me into a room he fixes me in place and pushes a tube in my mouth, unscrewing my urethra and pushing a tube up into my bladder. Pressing a few buttons Im forced to walk forward as he laughs beside me. Its a treadmill! With no way to get off as Im completely secure and forced to march on in silent obedience. Unable to draw breath through the tube my nose is uncovered and fluid pours down the tube and into my mouth, Im hesitant at first but my Master commands me to drink and so I do it since it is “your lunch after all” he said as he turns and leaves me to your walk. the fluid running into my mouth periodically consists of oatmeat, vitamins and minerals and 3 types of aphrodisiacs. Every step hurts my poor enslaved feet and legs but what could I do besides walk on the path my Master has set for me?

2 hours later my breathing is ragged and hoarse as my Master returns to stop my walking, unhooking me and leading me back to the lounge he lays me down and frees my toes from their prison. I moan as the boots slide off. Removing my belt from my waist he sits me down in the bathroom and tells me to relieve myself. following his command I do as Im told and he cleans up after me, reapplying my belt with little resistance as Im exhausted now and very tired from my walk, he leads me back to my room and lays me down, releasing my arms and removing my corset and latex hood he rolls me over and with a kiss on my forehead I drop straight to sleep. He pats my ass knowing that my pussy is safe behind that wall of cold steel and goes to set up the house for the party tomorrow, knowing I will be asleep the rest of the day and through the night. My Master always knows how to put me to sleep.

[katsukis-sad-angel]

If You’re the ‘S’ then I’ll be the ‘M’

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: You’ve been dating Shouto Todoroki since your first year of UA High. You’re his sweet, yet feisty little firecracker. Sex is always enjoyable for both of you, he’s a very sweet boy, and loves you with all his heart. One sensuous evening, your boyfriend notices something. After figuring out why you do it, let’s just say you won’t remember the nights before that one.

Warnings: 18+, smut, blindfolds, handcuffs, mentions of other sex toys, todo being a sexy ass biatch, swearing, sadist/masochist dynamic, biting

AN: After House Sitting & Concupiscence by @burnedbyshoto, this fic is TAME. Also, no promises this is HALF as good house sitting... I’m not very good at writing smut...

NSFW under the cut!

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“Aah, aah… Shoutooo~”

Low, sultry moans of pleasure fell from your lips.

Your body was hot.

Pleasure flooded your senses with each thrust.

Your hand was throbbing as you bit into the flesh of your thumb.

“Harder Sho… harder!” You sighed, arching your back to the pleasure and pain as the bi-colored boy quickened his thrusts.

You dug your teeth into your hand again, the throb making you clench tightly around his girth.

The truth was, you were a masochist but you didn’t have the guts to tell Shouto. You didn’t want him to think you were weird or anything…

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He asked, arousing you from your thoughts, “Why are you biting your hand?”

You blinked, realizing your teeth had broken past your skin and blood was now flowing into your mouth and staining his bedsheets.

“Pleh- fuck, I-I wasn’t!” You whimpered guiltily, spitting out your appendage and the warm liquid that tasted like copper.

You tried shoving your wound out of his view so he would continue fucking you, he was buried to the hilt after all, but no such luck.

His sparkly, lust-filled eyes were quenched with worry.

“Y/n, let me see. Is something wrong?” Shouto easily pulled your hand toward him and inspected the bloody markings, “Do you want to stop? It looks like it hurts.”

He started to pull out but you whined in protest, shooting forward and wrapping your trembling arms around his back so he couldn’t get away.

“N-No! J-Just finish, stupid!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Ok then.”

“Fuck… Shouto, yes~”

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‘Now that I think about it… Y/n’s been biting her hand for a long time. She never really answered my question when I asked her why. Does she like pain or something?’

Shouto’s eyes widened.

‘She’s a masochist? … I see now. Y/n likes pain. That’s why she didn’t get mad when I accidentally scratched her a few nights ago. And that time I accidentally choked her, and that time I accidentally pulled her hair. I see. She is a masochist...’

Smiling, he quickly pulled out his phone and ordered a few… gifts for you off of amazon.

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“Sho, what the hell are these?” You asked, a hot blush painting your cheeks the same color as the sunset outside.

“Y/n,” He began, determination rooted in his dual-colored gaze, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Are you a masochist?”

“Wha-?”

“You’re always biting your hand, isn’t that painful?”

You bit your lip, dilated eyes flicking from one toy to another.

“So are you?”

“O-Of course not!” You pouted, crossing your arms, turning your head and jutting out your bottom lip.

“Do you like a little bit of pain?”

“Don’t say that! It makes me sound like a fucking perv!”

“Really?”

One of Shouto’s hands snaked up your torso and pinched one of your nipples through your shirt.

“Mmh, fuck~”

You hid your face in his chest.

You’d been caught.

“You wanna tell me again?” He asked, gently caressing the back of your neck.

“I-I told you it’s n-not like that! Leave me alone!” You whimpered, still trying to deny your true feelings.

Shouto pursed his lips.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Then you won’t like this...”

Before you could even flinch, Shouto had you bent over his knee and landed a harsh spank on your exposed ass. 

You squirmed in his lap, trying to escape, but that only earned you three more spanks.

Shouto heard the gasps and whimpers escape your lips and slid your panties down your shuddering legs.

"N-No, don't-!"

“Look babe, you’re all wet.” 

“N-No I’m not!”

His fingers probed your quivering petals only to find you dripping with arousal.

“I’m giving you one more chance to tell the truth.” He murmured helping you sit up on his lap.

Less than 5 minutes ago, Shouto had come into your room and dumped an Amazon box on your bed. The contents were rather shocking.

A vibrator, a blindfold, a bottle of lotion, leather handcuffs, a dildo or two, a small package of bullets, a collar with a chain attached to it, nipple clamps, a belt, a spreader bar, and ball gag.

You covered your face in embarrassment.

Was it really that obvious?

“Leave me alone… fuck you.”

Biting your lip, you tried to slide off the bed and run from him, but he grabbed your arm.

“Listen Y/n, if you’re the ‘M’ then I’ll be the ‘S.’ Even my name is ‘S’houto. See?” 

He put an arm around your hunched shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

“S-So… you d-don’t think it’s weird?” You asked, looking up at him shyly.

“Of course not.” 

He lifted your chin so he could kiss you and at the same time, he secured a blindfold around your head.

“Can’t see!” You whimpered through the kiss, but Shouto held you close despite your struggling.

“It’s a blindfold, ssh…” He whispered, hot breath fanning on your puffy lips.

The feel of his tongue dancing with your own was so vivid, you couldn’t tell when the next kiss was after he’d pull away.

“Sho~” You moaned softly, your cheeks glowing hotly.

He pushed you back on the bed, taking note that you were very passive with your eyes covered.

The cuffs were secured around your wrists accompanied by the occasional heated yet reassuring kiss from your boyfriend.

You felt your shirt being pushed upward, your stomach and the underside of your mounds revealed to his soft irises. Something cold dribbled onto your skin making you whine and try to push the blindfold away with your arms.

“Calm down sweetie, it’s just lotion. Hang in there…”

He heated up one of his hands and proceeded to massage the substance into your skin.

You moaned softly, hating he had such control over you.

It was weird.

His nimble fingers rubbed the cool liquid, but then he’d pull away and move to another spot. That’s what made you slightly nervous. You couldn’t tell where his warm fingers would touch next.

All the same…

Having him between your legs was arousing enough, but this?

You could rival Niagra Falls.

“How does it feel?” Shouto asked softly, his fingers massaging your breasts in fluid circular motions.

“It’s s-slimey~” You panted, as you felt one of his blunt nails drag along one of your areolas and over your erect nipple, “Fuck… Sho~”

‘I can’t focus on anything except where he’s touching! What is this? Is there something wrong with me? Poor Shouto probably thinks I’m weird now...’

“Y/n, you're really wet down here...” He breathed, one of his lubed fingers tracing along your weeping slit, gathering your sweet nectar on two fingers.

“Sh-Shut up.” You gasped as his fingers slipped into your entrance and out again to play with your throbbing clit.

"Have a taste." 

Two fingers prodded your lips, but you turned your head in defiance and disgust.

"I don't wanna!"

“Y/n, tell me honestly,” Shouto whispered, caressing your thigh, “Between gentle and rough, which do you like better?”

He pulled the blindfold up and set it to the side, allowing him to see your tear-filled eyes that glittered with guilty lust.

“A… A b-bit rough…” You mumbled, avoiding his soft gaze. 

“Well then,” He replied, cool tone of voice making you shudder, “What would you like to go in here?”

Two fingers pressed against your entrance making you gasp.

“Fingers? Or something else of mine?”

“Sh-Shut up! Ah!” 

Two fingers slid inside you, curling up to touch the spongy spot within your folds.

“I need an answer darling-”

“Just shut up and p-put it in already!” You whined, bucking your hips into his palm, “You’re such a mean fucking tease!”

Shouto stopped his ministrations, a teasing glare pulling at his handsome features.

“You know Y/n, I’m getting sick of that potty mouth.” Shouto growled dangerously, “You deserve a punishment.”

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It was hot.

So hot.

You didn’t know how long you could last in the suffocating heat of it all.

You were on your knees, face pressed into the sheets with your boyfriend fucking you at a brutal pace from behind. He’d pressed his body down onto your own, one hand tugging the chain to your leash.

You were drooling. 

Having cum twice already, you were extremely tired and ready for it to be over.

Evidently, Shouto was not.

He pounded his girth into your tight, throbbing cunt and rubbed shapes vigorously into your puffy clit. He’d tug on the chain every few minutes of rough thrusting, making you choke on saliva or bite your tongue. The bloody pebbled flesh lolled to the side as you felt his wide tip slam against your abused cervix.

His hot hand came down and landed on your ass, the plush jiggling from the force.

“When it hurts, your hole squeezes really hard.” He noted, spanking you again.

“No- agh~” You bucked your hips, but that got you another harsh slap to your reddened ass.

That white-hot feeling, though a little different this time, began building in your core for the fourth time that evening.

You squirmed and whimpered, but your delicious moans never ceased.

“Aaah~ fuck… Sh-Shouto… cum~”

Shouto stopped.

“This is a punishment, right? You don't get to cum, not ‘til you say ‘I’m sorry.’”

“S-Screw you!” You panted, "Let me cum, dumbass!"

Shouto leaned in close, his cooled breath raising goosebumps on your skin.

"P-Please?" You begged, cringing at how desperate you sounded.

“‘I’m sorry.’ Say it.”

You bit your lip, wanting to get out from under his hypnotic stare. Cheeks radiant, you finally muttered, “Uhh~ I’m s-sorryyyy.” through a needy haze.

You whimpered as you heard the buzz of a bullet being turned on and when he pressed it against your clit, you saw stars.

“Sho! Please, I can’t!” You cried, writhing against the vigorous buzz of the toy.

“Yes, you can.” He breathed, biting your ear, “Just let go.”

You screamed as you squirted on Shouto’s fingers, the whitish liquid staining the light brown color of his futon.

“Such a good girl,” He praised, slapping your messy pussy, “You did so well.”

His praise and the sting of his teeth sent you over the edge once again and when you clamped down on your boyfriend’s cock, he released as well, painting your velvet walls white with his thick cum.

With a grunt, he pulled out, watching his hot seed pool from your gaping cunt.

Your trembling knees gave way and the rest of your tired body flopped onto the bed.

When Shouto lay down next to you, he noticed you were crying.

Fat tears slid down your flushed cheeks and onto the pillow while you bit your bruised lip to stifle your sobs.

Worried he had gone too far, he sat up and lifted your quaking and tired form into his arms like a small child.

He quickly removed the cuffs and collar and grabbed tissues to dry your tears.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry, are you hurt? Was it too much? Damn, you should’ve told me babes, I-”

“S-Stop.” You whimpered, gripping his wrinkled shirt, “S-Something like this… it’s scary what if I c-can’t be n-normal again?”

“Y/n,” 

Shouto held you close. 

“It’s ok. Even if you can’t turn back or be ‘normal’ again, I’m always here for you.”

not my art but kids, I WHEEZED

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[cupcakesdontplay]

Candy

This time you’ll make it, I think to myself as I mentally map my escape route, my freedom, lies just beyond that door. This time I’ll get out. I check the time through my peripherals, he’ll enter through those doors in exactly 3 minutes. Dinner together at the same time on the dot, he’ll try to converse with me, but really how can you be cordial with someone who is holding you prisoner? I sit up in my chair eyeing the guard who stays stationed near me at all times, he’ll leave as soon as I’m alone with Jooheon.

Jooheon, I knew something was wrong the first time he sat next to me.I didn’t think much of it the first night, but it was odd waking up to a random stranger and stalker. I figured he got what he wanted, he’d leave me alone right?

I’ve never been so wrong, he refused to give me back my phone. He set out my day to day schedule, by the hour each of my daily activities were restricted to make me available to him at his pleasure. And he meant that, at his pleasure. At first, I’d try and make a break for it whenever I saw an opportunity, but after that he increased his security team. Some big motherfuckers, who are surprisingly light on their feet. I’d managed to hurt their pride with a few well placed kicks to the balls, and bruises as I fought them off, but I just couldn’t seem to full outrun them. After each escape attempt, my days would begin with him dragging me along to his office on the other side of the house, binding my hands and feet so I can’t make a run by for it. He’d settle me underneath his desk, arms and feet bound to it. A gag placed in my mouth forcing me to keep my mouth open. He’d take pictures of me all tied and gagged letting me see my own shame, and as I’d glare at him, he’d flex his perfect smile and complimenting dimple as he forced my head down on his cock. It was like he was never soft to see me, his sexual hunger was fueled just by seeing my face.

And it didn’t matter who saw or was around. Meetings in his office, with my bareback side exposed. He’d keep one hand on my head guiding it up and down at an even pace, as he discussed business. And had no problem leaving me cum hungry. As soon as a meeting ended he’d let the full effect of having a helpless woman on display take control. Letting me feel even more shame as each rope of his cum hit my face and body, dripping down each curve of me. Being painted by his cum was my punishment on a light day.

Some days he’d get extraordinarily sadistic, attaching cold metal nipple clamps to me. A chain connecting the two so he could pull on it to hear me whimper. He’d place a vibrator just at the right angle to tease the sensitive bud for hours at a time, turning it on and off as he hears the pants of a building orgasm get closer, but never granting me a full release except at his hands.

His hands, strong yet soft as they roam over the sensitive and bruised buds of my breast. Teasing them bringing me just mere seconds from my own high. Just brushing across them…hard and erect. Any sensation being both painful and arousing. And though I would never admit it out loud.. At the end of the day, the way he’d pick my starved body. When I knew he’d settle me on his warm and inviting cock, is one of my favorite feelings. Him binding my hands behind me, his protective hands settling on my hips as he thrust into me. Guiding my body to do the work my stubborn side refused to do. Always hitting the spots that crave him most. Occasionally, smacking and kneading my ass as he felt fit. He’d whisper “You’re mine to do with as I please.” And no amount of protest with a full gag would convince him otherwise. To proud to cry, I’d harden my face and try not to give him to satisfaction of the seeing how much I needed to cum, and how he’d nearly ruined me for any other guy.

As I day dream about the fucking I would in some small way miss, I miss him entering the dining room. And for the first time in this entire month I’ve been held hostage, he’s not alone. Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Hyung, this is the woman I’ve been telling you about,” Jooheon says. The gentleman says. The man standing beside him ranks his hand through already perfectly styled brown hair.

“Ahh, she is indeed a gorgeous woman.” He extends a hand towards me, which I consider taking. He’s just as gorgeous as Jooheon, possibly just a little older, maybe he’d be the help I needed to get out. I gingerly take his hand, too which I receive a gentlemanly kiss upon. Is this some kind of joke who does shit like that? “I’m so glad you can join us tonight, my dear, I am Baekhyun.” he says with a wink.

“Jooheon didn’t,”

“Honey,”

“I told you I won’t call you that,” I snap back.

“That’s not what you were saying the other night,” he quips back as I blush in anger at the accidental slip of the tongue as he put me through back to back overstimulated orgasms.

“Fuck you,”

“You love to,”

“Children, children please. Let’s not spoil the mood, we shall have a lovely dinner, conversation and then dessert,” Baekhyun say with a sly by comforting wink. He calms the mood.

Shit, my plan…he typically leaves me be after dinner. I don’t know where he goes, but for that hour after dinner I’m expected to bath for an hour, typically watched by Jooheon as I strip dow. As much as I wanted to leave the idea of escaping bare ass was incredibly unappealing . But it’s the only time I’m left practically alone, I had hidden away clothes and was ready to escape. How does Baekhyun play into the equation.

Dinner is served, my food separated from each other just as he knows I like. “Fucking stalker,” I mumble under my breath as I cut into my food. The two of them follow suit, making light conversation. Every time Jooheon tries to include me in the conversation, I cut my eyes at him. Refusing to speak, this guy isn’t going to change shit. I will escape tonight. Nearing the end of the meal I can feel Jooheon’s frustration with me. I suppose in front of Baekhyun, he expected me to be a bit more “submissive”, polite? Embarrassed to act like I wasn’t a whole fucking hostage. Nice try, I refuse to break like that.

After a few more tries to include me in the conversation, I can see the veins in Jooheon’s neck pulsating with anger. It satisfies me; Baekhyun stands and tsk his teeth.

“Calm down, Honey” he scolds in the most polite way. “Let’s see if she’s interested in dessert.”What is with these two. “My dear Jooheon,” he says with a smile as he walks behind my chair.

“Hyung,” I can hear the pleading in his voice.

It takes me off guard, but not as much as this stranger gripping my pony tail jerking my head back I can’t help but yell at the sudden assault. “You were always too soft,” he says. He looks down at me, hatred boiling in my eyes. “You’ve gotta teach your bitch some manners,” This baby faced asshole.

“Fuck you!” I swear as I grab onto his arm digging my nails into his arm.

“Don’t worry my dear that is the plan,” he let’s go of my ponytail gripping my slender wrist in one hand in one swoop. With his other hand he slides his belt out of his pants trapping my hands together with ease.”Jooheon, I think you’ve met her be too mouthy. I know we didn’t teach you to let that happen.”

He waste no movements, he bends me over the table, lifting my dresses hem. He exposes the lingerie set I’m wearing to himself, I can almost hear his smile as he brings his hand down across my asscheek. The sting isn’t like when Jooheon does it. It truly hurts. Damn it. I try to kick at him but he’s spread my legs wide throwing my balance off. I’m…I’m helpless.

“See Honey, you have to take charge. Make sure she can’t fight back.” With his free hand, he smacks my pussy, I bite down on my lip; refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing me in pain. I stare directly at the man whom I hate just as much. He tries to look smug as he watches Baekhyun without warning and without so much as spit thrusts his fingers inside the folds of my heat. It hurts, it’s uncomfortable, but I won’t break.

“Break her for me, Hyung,” Jooheon says lacing his fingers together. And the wicked grin behind me is mirrored in him.

“Just this once, pay close attention.” As he slides yet another dry finger into my folds, his thumb begins to lightly stroke my clit. Pushing and circling it. “The clit is so sensitive, abuse it to your liking. It’ll never fail to make a bitch wet.” He works it over and over. But I focus on Jooheon, biting the inside of my cheek. I knew he wasn’t to be trusted. After a moment this stranger, pulls his fingers out. “See, look at her. She’s already dripping wet.” He grabs my face covered in my own juices. “I’m going to fuck that defiant attitude right out of you,” he laughs with a pure evilness that I cannot stand to hear. “Honey, come hold her hands.” Jooheon does as the older man says holding the belt tied around my hands like a leash. I look up into his eyes, both a sadness and a hunger in then.

He pulls my panties to the side forcing them to cut into me, he drops to his knees and I can feel his heavy breath on me before his tongue dives into me. It’s talented, attentive, lapping at the traitorous part of my body. It feels amazing, the way nips at my lips, the way he grips my ass. It’s taking all of me to keep from betraying myself to the pleasure. I feel him pause, his mouth leaving my pussy cold and lonely. A moment of relief, to strengthen my resolve, when I feel something being forced past my entrance. “You remember my signature don’t you?”

“Hyung, you didn’t,” Honey says. Looking up I can see the bulge in his own suit that is begging to be unleashed, I have to bite my lip again as I feel yet another pushed into me.

“Guess how many can fit in and we’ll switch sides.” He dares him.

“Mmm, five tops,”

“I’ll say six,” Honey palms his boner as Baekhyun slides yet another object past my lips. As he begins to fill me up I can feel they’re round, large, melting as they met my own juices causing a sticky wetness to coat my legs. “Four, and Five.” He counts. He presses a sixth but it refuses to budge, and I slip a moan as it presses against that unresistant spot. “We’ve got her now,” they switch spots and now Honey is licking and kissing the stickiness that’s coating my legs. Nipping and biting like it’s some kind of game. My knees quiver feeling the round balls shift as he presses against them, just trying to escape.

“My bitches call me Candy,” Baekhyun says. “Because I absolutely love Candy, especially gum balls,” he explains as I feel Honey use his tongue to lap one of the balls out of me. He rolls it around my clit and lips creating a sticky mess. Baekhyun holds the large ball in front of me, “well I wonder if you can take dick as well as your pussy takes candy,” he undoes the button on his suit pants allowing his hard cock to literally spring out. It’s hot and angry, and the attention my body is receiving as I’m laid half on the table is making me forget my resolve. I want it. He pushes the straps of my dress down to expose my braless breast. My nipples now painfully being tickled by the cold of the dining room table. He directs my head over his throbbing cock and I’m lost to the pleasure. I open wide without prompt to take him in, he smells sweet as he thrust into my throat.

“Fuck Hyung, she’s so wet,” I feel Honey stand as he drops his suit pants, with a thud. The familiar feeling of something pushing against my lips comes and with a gentle nudge the familiar feeling of Honey’s dick fills my pussy. I can’t help but moan of Baekhyun’s dick as they tag team my mouth and pussy. As one thrusts the other is pulling back. It’s a pleasure I’ve never imagined before, “Fuck, Fuck,” I can hear Jooheon moaning, and it’s music to my ears. He reaches around and rubs my clit, slipping and sliding from the mix of precum and gumball it drives me nuts, I’m going to cum and I’m ready. I feel the tears springing to my eyes in pleasure as my walls clamp around Honey. Baekhyun is guiding my head faster as I sloppily moan and try to suck him off as he hits the back of my throat. And just like that I’m cumming harder than I ever have before on Honey, followed quickly by Baekhyun’s hot ribbons of cum filling my mouth. Without being told I try to swallow as much as I can, even though he’s pumping faster than I can swallow, but a lady always swallows…while I’m swallowing I feel Honey still in me, his dick throbbing as I feel his cum fill my cunt. Honey gives a few extra thrust as he empties into me. Damn it, I want more. He pulls out of me, and I can feel his cum oozing past my lips.

My knees can’t support me any longer and I fall to the ground. Slipping my hand under me to try and keep the warmth of his cum inside me.

“A slut can’t resist a good fucking,” Candy say, wiping the last bit of cum on my face.

“More,” I whisper. The feeling of being taken from behind and on top being insatiable.

“What was that,” Honey asks.

“I want more,” I repeat hungry for more.

“See, she just needed to be broken a little more to give in,”

“I could go for a good blowjob, I know she’s got skills” Honey says.

“And I love a good used pussy.”

Baekhyun lies beneath me and guides me down on his cock, Honey’s cum still oozing out of me. Reserve cow girl style I start to ride him, grinding my hips against. As Jooheon grips my hair, pushing his still hard and cum covered cock into my mouth. I clean it, practicing the techniques he’s been trying to teach me. My teeth barely grazing his vein covered dick. Baekhyun’s hands guiding and giving me balance as I grope my own breast teasing my hard nipple and furiously rub my clit. I’m dying for another orgasm. They high, I want it. Honey holds my head deep on his cock, before letting go. Repeating this at his liking and will while Baekhyun has me do his work. I’m panting and moaning and as the men taunt and pick at me. Leaving me with cum oozing out of me, and dried cum on my lips. I swallow hard as they stand over me.

“So you’ll be a good girl and stay with Honey?”

“When I want too,” I reply feeling the mix of their cum seeping our beneath me.

“I wouldn’t expect less,” Honey says.

He gathers me from the floor, my dress covered in cum splotches. My panties discarded somewhere I’m a whole fucking mess. But they could careless. They spend the night taking turns abusing my cunt, sometimes sleeping with one cock buried deep inside me while I stroke the other to it’s peak all over myself. Sometimes just resting.

The next morning Baekhyun pulls around his Aston Martin Rapid AMR

I bite my lip and my luck I have to be near it. With Baekhyun throwing me the keys I’m in shock.

“Up the coastline,” he offers. Too which I put all 600hp to the test. It dances along the curves out the mountain range. 210 mph putting under my feet. Honey’s hand never leaving my lower body. His fingers lifting inching under the barely there fabric. Between the engine and Honey I can feel my need to orgasm rise.

“Pull off here,” the direct saddening me.

It’s a slightly populated area, but open enough for us to over look the ocean. Honey undoes my belt lifting me into the back seat where a Baekhyun has his hard cock out and waiting. Out of gratefullness, I don’t protest bending over to kiss the warm and wet head. Kissing up the side of the shaft that’s spent a considerable amount of time inside me, Honey undoes my shorts exposing my barepussy. They didn’t give me time to grab panties. He slaps my cunt before sinking his fingers into me, palming my clit making me ooze my own heat down his hand while I do use on repaying Baekhyun. I take him as deeply as possible while being eaten out. Honey pumping his own hardon to the tempo. I’m more turned on as I see cars pulling in to enjoy the morning sunrise and I’m hear being eaten out and giving a blowjob. It stirs about a quick first orgasm, my body still sensitive from just hours before hand. They switch my position using me like a doll to sit on Baekhyun’s lap while Honey facefucks me into pleasure paradise. My throat is nearly raw from how deep and fast they’re going. I can feel Baekhyun pushing me to an overstimulated second orgasm as he palms my clit and guides his cock into at an impressive rate. Jooheon grunts as he spills his umpteenth loaf down my throat, and Baekhyun continues his pumping into my cunt until it’s full again of his cum. He produces a small toy. A vibrating toy to hold his cum in and tease me, as we get out to enjoy the day. As I walk I can feel it turn on and off slowing my pace as I feel the need to cum rise in me, I’m weak and just want to go back to the car to ride out these orgasms. But they press on, even when my juices and his drip down and ruin my shorts. I’m just a play thing to them.

[luckydoogs]

TRAVELING WITH YOUR DOG

Why leave your dog at home when you can take him with you? From car rides to air travel, here’s how to keep your pet safe and happy when you’re on the go. 

Car Rides

I’ve driven all over the United States with my dogs, and they have come to accept the car as an extension of our house. All of my dogs always hop into the car and relax immediately. However, it’s important to take steps to make sure your dog is comfortable during car rides:

As always, safety first. Never let your dog sit in the passenger seat—if the airbag goes off, it can kill him. Instead, use a crate in the back of the car, which is the safest way to transport your pet. Just make sure you’ve introduced the crate properly and that your dog is comfortable with it before you head out on a long car trip. Another option: a special doggy booster seat or harness that attaches to the seat belt in the back of the car. You can find these at pet supply stores and through online retailers.

  Just like humans, dogs can get carsick—especially puppies or young dogs, because their inner ears haven’t fully developed yet. Also, adult dogs who haven’t traveled much in a car might get nauseous because of motion sickness or anxiety about the ride. Take precautions such as not feeding your dog a big meal right before getting in the car and making sure you bring towels or an old blanket so that if he does get sick, cleanup will be a lot easier. 

Your dog is more likely to relax during a three-hour car ride if he’s already been acclimated to the car for ten to twenty minutes at a time. Gradually increase the time so that he’ll more easily adjust to a long car ride. Also, if you take him in the car only when he’s going to the vet or the groomer, he may have a negative association with it. The more experiences your dog has with going to a happy place, like the park or a pet supply store, the more eagerly he’ll get in the car.

During your road trip, plan on stopping at least every three to four hours (more often if your dog is young or very small). Let your dog play some fetch or take an extended walk. You need to stretch your legs and use the bathroom—and so does your dog.

Never leave your dog unattended in a car. Because temperatures in a closed car can quickly soar in warm months and can plummet in cold ones, many dogs have died when left even for just a few minutes. Also, I wouldn’t risk it—lots of dogs are snatched when left unattended.

As tempting as it is, don’t let your dog stick his entire head out the window while you’re driving. He can get hit with foreign objects, flying debris, and dust particles. Also, his ears can suffer damage from flopping in the wind, his eyes can suffer abrasions, or he could fall out of the car altogether. Instead, crack the window open a bit so he can enjoy all the fascinating and different smells during the journey. Hey, for them that’s half the fun! 

Air Travel

  Small dogs are allowed to fly in the cabin on many commercial airlines if they can fit in a travel case and under the seat in front of you. However, if you’re planning a trip, make sure you call ahead of time—most flights can accommodate only a limited number of pets, and some airlines won’t allow animals when going to certain destinations. You may have to pay an extra fee, which can be around $100 or more (twice that, if you’re flying roundtrip). Confirm the dimensions of the pet carrier the airplane can accommodate, and know that your pet and the carrier often count as your carry-on. Also, check what kind of paperwork you have to bring. For instance, some airlines require proof of recent vaccinations or a health certificate. Lastly, keep in mind that some dogs are less suitable for flying than others, especially ones who are older or brachycephalic (dogs with pushed-in faces such as Pugs). Talk to your vet about whether or not your dog can handle flying. Other things you can do to help the trip go smoothly:

Exercise your dog before the flight to make sure he’s tired so that he may sleep during the flight or at least not have so much nervous energy. Also, make sure he relieves himself before you get on board.

You should carry or walk your pet through security while the carrier goes through the X-ray machine. However, at any other time, you will have to keep your dog in the carrier.

Once onboard, give your dog a favorite toy that will keep him occupied during the flight. Talk to him in a calm voice and let him know he’s safe. If he starts to cry, he may be anxious, so sneak him a treat or two to communicate that you’re there for him and that this isn’t so bad. Just never open the carrier enough that he can get out!

Bring a leash and a bowl so you can give your dog some water and take him for a well-deserved walk the second you’re able.

While a small dog can usually travel on board with you, larger dogs cannot. So if you have, say, a forty-pound dog and want to fly with him, you’ll have to either check him as baggage on your flight (on which he’ll fly in the cargo hold) or have him fly as cargo on a separate flight, depending on the airline. Are these options safe? To be honest, they may not be. Major organizations such as the Humane Society of the United States strongly recommend that people avoid taking their dogs on planes, particularly if that means the dog has to travel in the cargo hold. Also, according to the United States Department of Transportation, each year many animals who travel in cargo die; others are injured or lost. However, I understand that sometimes you have no choice. I once flew with Venus to appear on Late Night with David Letterman years ago. She is about thirty-five pounds, so I couldn’t bring her on board, driving would have taken too much time since it was last minute, and I obviously couldn’t leave her home! This was very early on in my career, and to be honest it stressed me out. Fortunately, Venus was fine; however, ever since then I have insisted on driving my dogs everywhere. Once I even drove with Venus from Atlanta to Los Angeles to do a five-minute appearance for the Television Critics Association. A few weeks later, I drove round-trip from Atlanta to New York twice in two weeks to appear on The Rachael Ray Show and Late Night with Jimmy Fallon to avoid flying. If you have to fly with your dog and check him as baggage or have him fly alone as cargo, definitely contact the airlines to learn of any restrictions. For instance, the federal Animal Welfare Act enforced by the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) won’t allow pets to fly unless they are at least eight weeks old and weaned. The animals also must be protected from direct sunlight, and they must not be exposed to temperatures above 85°F and below 45°F for more than forty-five minutes when being moved to and from the airplane to the terminal (though, in the case of the latter, a vet could sign a certificate stating that the dog is acclimated to cold climates). Also, talk to your vet to make sure your dog’s fit for traveling— some airlines don’t allow brachycephalic breeds to fly in the cargo hold at all. Most airlines have a special department or call center that will thoroughly brief you on what to expect, so contact them as well. Here’s what else you can do to help make your dog’s experience as pleasant as possible: 

Find a secure, well-constructed pet transport kennel to transport your dog. According to the USDA, no particular kennels have been preapproved by the airlines, the airline associations, or the USDA themselves, so any such claims are false advertising. Instead, find a well-constructed, secure kennel and get your dog accustomed to it well before he’s scheduled to fly.

Book direct nonstop flights only. Avoid very busy travel days and peak hours. The less chaos and fewer changes, the safer and less hectic it will be for your dog. 

Make sure your dog is microchipped and that all of his identification tags are secure. The kennel he’s traveling in should also have all of your contact information. 

The International Air Transport Association recommends avoiding the use of tranquilizers or other forms of sedation to calm a dog during a flight. If you think your dog needs this, talk to your vet.

Pet-Friendly Accommodations

When you travel with your pet, you may need to find overnight accommodations that will accept him. Luckily, it’s not that difficult—so many hotels and motels are pet-friendly nowadays. Many popular hotel chains accommodate pets. Also, websites such as www. brin gfido. com can help you find dog-friendly hotels in your area. However, if you’re considering a particular hotel, call ahead of time to find out about any restrictions. Some hotels allow only dogs up to a certain size or require that you stay on the lowest floor. Many charge a pet fee. Ask about perks, too— some hotels offer treats, special bedding, bowls, and even pet-sitting or pet walking services for their furry guests. Another option: Consider renting. Through sites such as www. vrbo. com, www. homeaway. com, and www. Airbnb. com, you can rent anything from a tiny studio apartment to a multimillion-dollar estate. Some places require that you stay for a week or longer, but many allow you to rent for just a night or two. Rates run the gamut, but you can likely find a place that fits your budget. A little secret: A lot of rentals say they won’t allow pets, but if you fall in love with a particular place it’s worth a call; many owners will make exceptions, especially if you have a small, well-behaved dog.

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Written by John Hertig on The Prepper Journal.

Survival is largely a state of mind.  That being said, having some equipment and supplies with you can sure help.  Often, this “stuff” is referred to as a “survival kit” or sometimes a BOB (Bug-Out Bag), GHB (Get Home Bag) or INCH (I’m Never Coming Home) bag.  These can be from pocket sized up to a large (or perhaps too large) backpack, and even larger if a vehicle is available.  One critical concept which is not part of any of these is EDC (Every Day Carry).  This is not, and should not be, called any kind of “survival kit”.  It is more a “life kit” which can have application in survival situations.

The name is highly specific.  This is stuff you carry, every day.  And you are willing to do so, because the stuff is frequently useful in everyday situations, of high importance during an emergency, and perhaps most importantly, not obnoxious enough to carry that you look for excuses to not carry it.

These points and the name itself provide a fairly precise guide to what kind of stuff to include in your EDC.  Of course, there is no “list” which applies to everybody, since there are a wide variety of lifestyles out there.  Instead, there is a process of analysis which can be used as a guide in designing your EDC.

             The First Step

Actually, you probably already have an EDC.  It is the stuff you “normally” carry in your pockets or purse.  It is usually a really good starting point.

You likely have a wallet or equivalent, with your driver’s license or other ID, a credit card or two and some cash, as well as keys to your home and car.  Now is a good time to go through these basics and throw out or remove anything which is obsolete.  Then make sure that you do have valid ID as well as current medical and other insurance cards, your important contact information; including doctors and dentists, and other items you need for memberships, discounts, services and so on.  A picture of your significant other is an important survival item, because some loved ones, if you don’t carry a picture of them, may kill you.  

  Add anything new but not in there yet, and replace anything which is expired or too worn to be useful.  This is a task it would be wise to do yearly.

Money can be helpful in a lot of situations, so make sure you have a reasonable collection of fund sources.  Credit cards can be of great value, but only if you are disciplined enough to handle them.  If your situation does not allow you to pay the credit card bill(s) in full each and every month, you are better off not using them because they will increase the cost of most things you buy (interest, sometimes by 20% or more) and can get you into a deep hole (massive debt) it will be immensely difficult to get out of.  If normal credit card use would be a problem, perhaps you can have a card for emergency use only which you never use or use for no more than one token charge a month to keep it active.  Or perhaps it would be better not to have one at all if even that level of self-control would be a stretch.  Debit cards can give you the convenience of a credit card without the risk of massive debt, but I don’t recommend them because they are a direct line into your bank account.  If there is an error or someone else uses your number, you have to fight to get your money back as opposed to fighting to avoid paying the incorrect credit card bill.  Guess which is more likely to be successful.  If you have a debit card, have it be on a separate account all by itself, with no overdraft active and only keep an amount in that account you can afford to lose or at least do without for many months.

Cash is king, but it is sometimes obnoxious to get and is at risk of loss or destruction.  Still, have some, particularly some small bills and change (for vending machines).  For larger amounts of cash equivalency, Travelers Checks used to be the safer way to have significant funds, but these did have some down sides.  American Express still offers them, but these days, an AAA cash card or pre-paid MasterCard gives you the safety of Travelers Checks with smaller fees, wider availability, more universal acceptance, and less of a replacement hassle.

Of course you have the keys you need, but keys can get lost or locked in.  It would be wise to have a spare of any critical key.

For most people, a cell phone is part of their EDC.  If not, why not?  If you don’t like being tracked, keep it shut off.  If you think you can’t afford one, I suspect you can find one which you can afford (including through government programs) for emergency use only.

   I find that my wallet had too much critical stuff in one item which could be lost or stolen, so I split it into three.  My wallet has cash (I try to keep it between $100 and $40), three credit cards, $200 in Travelers Checks (left over from the days when they were the only real option) and discount cards, rain checks and coupons.  All my IDs, membership cards, contact information and photos are in a card case, with a small bill folded and hidden between some of the pairs of cards.  And then I have a coin purse with coins and spare house and car keys.  This has always proven to be a successful funding arrangement as long as I am in town with easy access to more resources.  Whenever I leave town, I also carry a packet with some $100 bills and $1000 in Travelers Checks in a hidden pocket.

Why three credit cards?  My primary one, which I use everywhere I can, should be obvious, but not every place takes it.  My backup one is for when the primary one is not accepted.  It is also the only one I ever use on the internet or over the phone.  The third is from a particular store and it is the only one they accept, so that is the only place I use it, although it serves as backup to the other two.  If I leave town, that third card is taken out of my wallet and kept separate.

Optimizing Your Current EDC

Once you have the “universal” EDC of ID, money, cell phone and keys completed, list everything else you normally carry.  Consider not only how and how much you normally use it, but how it might be used in an emergency.  See if there is anything which could be replaced by something just as useful in everyday life and more useful in an emergency.  One area particularly useful to investigate is your cell phone; it is best if the one you carry not only reliably makes calls, but offers other functions you need normally or in an emergency.

     Weed out anything which you never use and which would not be of value in an emergency.  This makes your “current” EDC as optimal as practical.  Hopefully some of the things from the next section are already part of your EDC.

Extending Your Current EDC

Now that you have tweaked your existing EDC, you should look and see if there is anything you can add which would support YOUR normal life as well as helping to extend it in an emergency. Here are some things to consider which would be invaluable in an emergency, and each would be of value normally for some people:

– Flashlight.  I can count on the thumbs of one hand the days when I did not use my flashlight at least once.  It would usually not be wise to go any bigger than a two cell CR123A light, and you can go as small as a watch battery powered “key-chain” light.  AA and AAA batteries are easier to come by than CR123A batteries, but they are more prone to leaking and have destroyed several of my AA/AAA flashlights, and don’t put out as much light or run as long.  I suggest a light with multiple brightness levels, so you can choose between a little light for a long time or lots of light for a much shorter time.  In an emergency, consider how much more lethal or at least unpleasant the situation would be in complete darkness.

– Knife.  I use a knife almost as often as I do a flashlight.  Most days, there are fingernails to be cleaned, packages to be opened, labels to be scraped off, strapping to be sliced, food to be cut and other knife tasks.  If allowed by laws and corporate policy, best is a single hand opening, locking, quality knife with a three to four inch blade,  But whatever will do the tasks you need done and you are allowed and willing to carry should be your choice.   In an emergency, a knife is invaluable, including defensive use if you have training in that and the knife is appropriate.

– Multi-Tool.  If you don’t lead a technical life, you might not need one of these multi-tools.  For the rest of us, these portable pliers, wire cutters, screwdrivers, file and saw, among other tools, are quite useful.  Many also have a knife blade, which might allow it to serve in place of a knife.  These tools are of use in many situations, “normal” and emergency.

–  Lighter.  If you smoke, you probably have this covered.  Otherwise, you might not need this unless you do tasks which require heat/fire (i.e. using heat shrink tubing).  Still, fire is a key requirement for some emergencies, so a mini butane lighter or a sealed “peanut” lighter or at least a ferrocerium bar is a good thing to have.

– Large (Engineer’s) Bandana.  I normally use this as a sweat rag, dust mask, pad against heat or pressure, and a shade from the sun for my neck.  In an emergency, it can do not only these functions, but also filter particulates from water, be used for first aid, carrying things, and if a bright color, signaling.

– Duct tape.  A small piece often comes in handy, and wrapping a few feet around a small core does not take up much space.  In an emergency duct tape can be used for first aid and other purposes.

– Paracord.  Ten feet or so of paracord can serve as a leash, belt, shoelace or lashing.  A convenient way to carry it is woven into a bracelet, key-fob, lanyard, or other object, as long as it is a “quick deploy” weave.  The most common “Cobra” weave is actually a series of knots which takes forever to get undone.  In an emergency, it can serve as a tourniquet, restraint or made into a weapon.

– Safety Pins.  A couple takes no room, weigh nothing, and often come in handy.  Add a needle and some thread, and you can handle repairs to clothing and equipment whether merely embarrassing or life threatening.

– Pen/Pencil and Small Notebook.  For jotting down information you don’t want to forget, making lists, doing designs and leaving notes.  In an emergency, the paper can be used as tinder to help start a fire and the pencil/pen as the windlass of a tourniquet.  There are also “Tactical Pens” which are sturdy enough to be used as weapons if you are trained with them.

–  Tape Measure.  Maybe it’s just me, but I’m always having to measure things or estimate distances, and I’ve carried a small 10′ pocket tape for years.  Recently I changed to a free one from my insurance company; it’s only 6′, but has both inches and centimeters.  This is probably not of use in an emergency, though.  And they wouldn’t let me into the courthouse with it.  I guess they were afraid I might measure something.

– Magnifier.  A Fresnel lens is the size of a credit card and can help you read “the fine print” or regular sized print if you don’t have your reading glasses or your eyes are strained.  If you want/need more power, there are small folding magnifying glasses available.  In an emergency, these also can be used to start a fire.

– Pair of Exam Gloves.  These are good to protect your hands if you need to do something gooey, sticky or toxic, or avoid contaminating something.  In an emergency, they can protect you from disease.

– Pair of Foam Ear Plugs.  Not only can they help your concentration in a noisy environment, it protects your ears if you get into an environment with a harmful level of noise.

Final EDC Tweaks

Think back over the last month or so.  Was there anything you needed and did not have readily available?  How common was that need?  What was the impact of not having it?  Would that item meet the criteria for your EDC?

And lastly, consider your weaknesses.  Is there a medication which if you miss taking or did not have available, would impact your health?  Having a keychain pill capsule with a dose or three would be wise.  Do you wear contacts?  A lens case would be worth having in case you need to remove the lenses.  Are you in an environment where you are at risk from other people?  Defensive equipment may be indicated, but only if it is legal and allowed, you are trained in its use, and you are willing to put up with any annoyances involved in carrying it.  Pistols are the most obvious choice, but if this is not a good match, there are also collapsing batons, knives, pepper sprays, tasers, stun guns, a cane or walking stick and some even more esoteric defensive equipment.

One thing to consider which is not of much use “normally” for most people is a whistle.  Even if I’m not going anywhere near the outdoors, I like to have one readily available to scare off attacking people or animals, or if I happened to be caught in a collapsed building or become immobilized out of sight.

If you live “off the beaten path”, you may want to augment your EDC with some basic “survival” gear; in the city the only thing I carry only for emergencies is one of those Mylar space rescue blankets.

Oddities

Nowhere in the specifications does it limit you from including “weird” things.  Things I carry which support the oddities of my lifestyle include a small pry bar, a tiny music/video player/radio with earphones, a few disposable “anti bacterial masks”, some Ibuprofen, a folding hair brush/comb, a folding tooth brush, an audio Bible, a “phone charger” battery with cables for everything, a small tablet, a small bottle of hand sanitizer, a small set of knife, fork, spoon and chopsticks, a small shaker of lemon pepper, a tiny tube of sun screen, a tiny tube of shampoo (I have no idea why I have it or where I got it, but there is was when I was going through my pockets), a Lightload compressed towel,  and a earphone/microphone for my phone

Carrying Your EDC

Once you have selected your EDC items, lay them out and figure out how you are going to carry them.  First choice, of course, is the pockets you have.  Next best is a small pouch on your belt.  Other options are a fanny pack or pocket vest (such as those from Scottevest, which is the only way I could carry all the stuff I do).  It is not optimal, but a separate bag such as purse or computer bag will allow you to carry things, but might get separated from you.

   As you work out how to carry things, you may find that some things just “won’t fit” and you will need to remove some items from your proposed EDC.  Of course, this decision should be based on comparing its utility to the difficulty in carrying it.

Once you have what seems a practical EDC selection, try it out for several days, keeping an eye out for things which cause annoyance, are at risk for being lost or damaged or you decide just are not worth the trouble.  Remove, replace or repackage things as necessary.  Eventually you will end up with the EDC which is practical for you.  Oh, and as you move forward through life, keep an eye out for things which you find out you do need, and would meet the criteria to join your EDC.

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