#spank me daddy in dutch

[tehshelaroxx]

Does Nicolas Cage have social media? If so, I want to send him "Geef Me Een Klap Papa" every day until he blocks me. Then I'm gonna do the same to Hugh Jackman. 🥴

[mamahex]

I truly suspect I'm spiralling into some weird sort of sicko...or does anyone else think that deranged epilogue, fully bearded Dutch in a fur coat is actually deathly sexy.....? I know he's fully...gone, by then....but...but....

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Cult of the sacrificial lamb ♡

a/n: there is no actual lamb cult, I just like the title 😭 nsfw, mentioning their cock and titty sizes lmao

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★poka and juniper the Valais black nose's: the twins are inseparable. You need to bathe one but it's not the other's bath time yet? Suck it up then, 'cause they're both going in the tub now. No guarantee you won't get splashed with water. Poka is colorblind, and juniper is.. interesting. Who knows what's wrong her. The only way you can tell the difference between them is through their eyes. Who's blind and who isn't.

Physical appearance: they're both dark skinned with loosely curly black hair. At this point you should give them a haircut. Juniper has green eyes and poka has blue eyes. Juniper is 130 lbs, while poka is 120 lbs. (Juni's packing some pretty big milkers, DD cup bra. Poka got a 6 incher) 5'5

★violet the harri: violet is a little violent. Her name suits her. Kinda. You could be busy doing your chores and she'd tackle whoever decided to come within a 15 foot radius of your location. She likes to bite too, they out multiple muzzles on her only for her to chew through them. She's only ever docile with you, kinda. Just ignore the multiple bite marks around your arms.

Physical appearance: B cup, 140lbs, white long hair, pale as fuck, and violet eyes, 5'3

★azucar the Columbia sheep: I was hesitant to put azucar here since she's 17, legally a minor. I won't do any nsfw content with her because it makes me uncomfy. She can be the sweetest hybrid you ever met or the meanest. No in-between. Her moods flip like a light switch, unpredictable. She'll cuss you out in Spanish and then t-bag you. Talk about a hormonal teenager

Physical appearance: c cup, 137 lbs, curly white hair, pale skin, black eyes, 5'4

★wehrner the American black belly: he has daddy vibes, like he could bend you over his knee and spank your ass because you didn't address him as 'sir'. Bastard. You often catch him shamelessly fapping behind a tree in the fields, even when you freeze and stare at his impressive dick he doesn't stop, instead, inviting you to join him. And that's the story of how he got the cone of shame.

Appearance: 8 incher, 150 lbs, 5'7, long black and brown hair, grey eyes, peach skin, large horns curled around his ears

★Sally the angora goat: 'it's earthworm Sally! Carrying diseases from Florida to Cali!' That is her theme song fr. She's been fooling around with the neighboring farm's ram's so much you doubt she isn't carrying a couple STDs and maybe rabies too. Although she is very bubbly and cheerful, she just starts so much unnecessary drama with the other animals

Appearance: curly long white hair, pale skin, red eyes, D cup, 120 lbs, 5'6

★opal the Tennessee fainting goat: she's so tiny, and mean. She bit your ass and chest so many times you're always looking around your surroundings before entering the fields. Although recently you discovered a rather popular way to stun her and run away

Appearance: black straight hair (I bet she has split ends), peach colored skin, tiny horns on her head, 90 lbs, 4'10, A cup

★sasha the Australian cashmere goat: Sasha is quiet and stoic, but she doesn't hesitate to step in Incase somebody wants to start a fight. She's Kim's second favorite female (you're the first ofcourse)

Appearance: fluffy platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black eyes, small horns sprout from her head, B cup, 152 lbs, 5'9

★kim the dutch landrace goat: Kim can either be your angle or your debil. Yes that misspelling was intentional. More than once has he tried humping you, even convincing the girls to try and help him, except you keep running away. STOP RUNNING AWAY. Is it so bad he wants to impregnate you with his children!?

Appearance: long silky black-blond hair, bro is ripped, large horns curl around his head, 160 lbs, 5'11, 7 incher

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[dilfssleepingbag]

Dutch Van der Linde NSFW HCs:

Minors Dni!

Fem ‘reader’

Calls you “darling”, “sweetheart”, “doll” and “love”

He loves spanking you. You wanna act like a brat? Alright, you will get treated like one (he sometimes leaves his rings on) “someone seems to have forgotten their manners. Don’t worry, doll..I shall teach you a lesson you won’t forget so easily” “who do you think you’re talking to like that, huh? Need me to put your mouth to better use?”

He enjoys to see your skin turn red under his touch, especially when the shape of his hand imprints on your butt (or face)

Has a daddy kink/ authority kink. He feels a surge of power and dominance whenever you call him “sir”, “daddy” or even “Mr Van der Linde”. “Yeah, that’s right, doll. Let them know who your daddy is”

Smokes one of his cigars after he successfully railed your brain into another dimension (he wouldn’t smoke around you if you dislike the smell)

His fingers…hdhjwbd… he def knows what he’s doing with them- like- just look at them and yk what I mean

He’s a big fan of orgasm denial “don’t cum until I give you permission, darling”

However…should you cum before that he will overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging for him to stop “oh? I thought that’s what you wanted, sweetheart. So take it and handle it like a good girl”

He usually has to cover your mouth in order to silence your moans and cries or the whole camp would hear you “ssh, you want everyone to hear your lewd sounds?” And you’d just nod and have him chuckle darkly “dirty girl”

One of his favorite positions is cowgirl. Dutch enjoys to see you flustered when he looks down at you and enjoys how it makes you look away. “ah ah, eyes back on me” he’d say as he grabs your face and turns it back in his direction.

He also loves to see you struggle to make yourself cum on his dick. Either your legs fail you or his dick just doesn’t hit the right angle “what’s wrong, doll? Need the old Mr. Van der Linde to help you out?”

He’ll make you cum one way or another. Dick, mouth, fingers. You name it, you receive it (but only if you’ve been a good girl)

Dutch is good at eating you out, the prickling of beard only adds to the sensational feeling he gives you and you buck your hips to get more of that.

He also enjoys you riding his face. The first time he told you to do so you got all embarrassed and tried to refuse his offer by saying that you’re too heavy and could suffocate him. He just grabbed you and positioned you over his head “will you sit down, girl? It should be considered an honorable death if I die by eating your cunt.”

If you were to suck him off he will make sure to humiliate or mock you before that. Dutch will slap his dick on your cheek and lips while looking amused “oh? You want it that bad, huh? I don’t see you making any efforts to earn my dick yet though. Keep begging, darling” (would smoke one of his cigars while he looks down at you (unless you hate the smell))

If you finally get what you longed he will tell you to thank him “darling, where are your manners, huh? Say ‘thank you, daddy’” (he will mock you for thanking him “what are you thanking me for, doll? Tell me why you’re thanking me”)

Dutch will throw your legs over his shoulder and fuck you hard and deep. He will place kisses on your ankles when he slows down and looks at your flushed face “taking me so well, darling”. He would lean forward and press your legs closer to your body as the mating press position allows him to slide deeper. “You like that?” He would press his hand down on your abdomen before playing with your clit with his other hand. “Aww look at you, doll. Such a cockdumb little slut”

He is also quite fond of choking you. Breathplay shows him how much you trust him and he’s easily turned on by that.

He likes marking what’s his. You will wake up with hickeys and bite marks on your tits, hips and inner thighs (he’s too much of a gentleman and saves you the embarrassment to walk around with hickeys on your neck..tho the camp most likely knows already what you did last night) And damn, will he be proud of looking at them the next day

He will praise you by calling you his “good girl” or saying “that’s it, you’re doing so well for me”, “that’s my girl, keep going”, “got myself such a good little whore, didn’t I?”

He’s good at aftercare. Makes sure to hold you close and place kisses on your head and forehead. His hands run soothingly over your legs all while he whispers sweet nothings into the depths of night

Some ppl who were interested in reading the hcs:

@photo1030 @pigeonsareevil @laureliciousdefinition @roamingtigress

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 14

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.9K

SUMMARY | The more dates Bucky and Y/N go on, the harder it is to keep their hands off of each other. When they decide to kick their relationship into the next gear, they have one of the most unforgettable nights of their lives together. The feeling doesn't last long, because when Bucky gets injured, she has to take care of him for once.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. A small sprinkle of Dutch is spoken (it will be translated for all of you who don't speak Dutch!), Bucky affectionately talks in Russian (Again, it will be translated!), smut [ Daddy kink, light praise kink, oral (M+F receiving), throat fucking, dirty talk, use of the word slut (used affectionately), fingering, spanking, protected sex, squirting, aftercare ], Bucky gets injured.

A/N | There is some Russian spoken in this too as well as some Dutch. However, I can not promise the Russian will be completely accurate, although I hope it is!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

It is nice that you and Bucky have been growing closer again after everything that happened, but now that you're dealing with it in therapy. The two of you have been on a few more dates, and today he decided he wanted to help you and your dad in one of his bakeries. Not that he can bake for the life of him, but he just enjoys spending time with you and your dad. ''Alright, did you want to help me make some cake batter? I promise I will measure everything out for you, all you have to do is put it in the mixer and turn it on afterward,'' you ask and he nods. ''That sounds like something I can do,'' he says as he gets up from the stool he was sitting on and observing you.

You walk past your dad and whisper to him to make an extra batch just to be safe and he just chuckles. ''I have faith that Bucky will do just fine!'' your dad says and you laugh. It feels good to be able to genuinely laugh again, and it warms Bucky from the inside to hear it. You get all the ingredients for a pink velvet cake ready, while Bucky watches you intently. ''I can watch you bake forever and never get bored of it, you know that?'' he says as he gets up and wraps his arms around you, your back connecting with his chest as he lays his chin on your shoulder. ''Oh I know, but I don't mind. I used to watch my dad for hours and hours as a kid, which is where my passion for it comes from!'' you smile at the memories.

When all the ingredients are ready you instruct Bucky in what order to put them in and everything. When that is done and he turned the mixer to the correct setting, you reward him with a small kiss. ''C'mere, you deserve it,'' you say as you wrap your arms around his neck, his immediately finding their spot on your hips as you lean in for a small, soft kiss. Your lips fit together perfectly and even though the kiss was small, it leaves both of you breathless. ''I can't believe I can finally kiss you whenever I want,'' you tell him and he chuckles. ''You could always have done that,'' he shrugs before letting go of you and checking on his batter.

''Sunshine? Can I talk to you for a minute?'' your dad asks and you nod. It is quiet in the bakery, but you instruct Bucky to man the front of the store regardless. There are small signs to notify which pastries and everything is where in the case, and there is a price list next to the register especially for Bucky, so he can help out there as well, which he enjoys. When he found out you did that just for him, he practically tackled you to the ground and almost had to have you right then and there, if it weren't for your dad walking in and interrupting the moment.

''Hoe gaat het met je? Ik kan zien dat je weer een stuk vrolijker bent sinds je zo goed met Bucky op kan schieten de laatste tijd,'' (How are you doing? I see that you're a lot happier since you're getting along great with Bucky lately), he asks and you nod, and you're glad he can tell that you're doing better. It's been amazing to have Bucky back. ''Ik voel me oprecht goed, en ik heb me al heel lang niet zo gevoeld. En ik zou liegen als ik zeg dat Bucky daar niet mee heeft geholpen!'' (I'm feeling genuinely good, and I haven't felt like this in a long time. And I would be lying if Bucky hadn't helped with that!). Your dad nods and pulls you in for a hug. ''I love you,'' he says. ''I love you more, Dad,'' you sigh and this time he lets it slip, he's just grateful to have you with him.

You notice it's getting busier in the front, so you jump in and help Bucky out. ''Shall I man the register and you get the pastries and everything for the people?'' you ask Bucky and he looks genuinely relieved by it. ''Yeah, that would be great!'' he says and quickly steps aside. Within no time the line is gone, and it is closing time. You turn the sign in the window to notify you're closed and lock the door. ''Dad, if you want you can go home, I can clean up around here,'' you tell him, and he agrees. ''I have to swing by the other bakery first, but thank you, Sunshine,'' he says and he grabs his jacket. ''Geen vreemde dingen doen als ik er niet ben!'' (Don't do weird things when I'm not here!) he says with a wink, making you blush as you're well aware of what he's hinting at.

''Are you okay? What did he say?'' Bucky asks when he sees you blush, but you brush it off. ''N-nothing. Don't worry about it,'' you say as you turn around, holding the edge of the counter to ground yourself a little bit. ''Also, I'm sorry to be eavesdropping, but what were the two of you talking about earlier? I heard my name a few times, and since I don't understand a single word you said...'' he asks, getting flushed this time. You burst out into laughter. ''That I can tell you! He just said that I seem to be a lot happier since we've been getting closer, and I said I feel better too due to having you back in my life,'' you tell him. I guess he just didn't want anyone to know what we talked about.

''I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable by speaking Dutch in your presence,'' you say. ''It's okay, мой подсолнух (My sunflower). I can do the same to you and you wouldn't know a word I'm saying when I speak Russian,'' he jokes and you nod. ''Fair enough!'' you say as you smack him softly against his chest, and you want to turn around before he stops you and whispers something in your ear. ''Ты такой красивый, и я самый счастливый человек в этой вселенной, что ты рядом со мной,'' (You're so beautiful, and I'm the luckiest man in this universe to have you by my side) he says and the feeling of his breath against the shell of your ear gives you goosebumps.

''Bucky,'' you moan softly, and a smirk forms on his face. ''So speaking Russian to you is the way to turn you into a puddle? I have to remember that,'' he says and your knees have buckled, so it's a good thing your still holding the counter otherwise you surely would have fallen by now. ''Let's go clean up, and afterward, I will take you out for some dinner,'' Bucky says and you nod. ''That would be great,'' you croak out, and he is well aware of what he did to you just now. It is all just a little preparation for later tonight because he plans to take your relationship a step further if you're up for it too. Little does he know, you were having the same idea.

With the two of you, it takes less than an hour to clean the entire bakery, and leftover pastries are packed up to give away to a local homeless shelter like your dad does every night, and they're always very grateful for it. When those are dropped off Bucky takes you to a diner where the two of you get quite a lot of food, you're both starving after working hard in the bakery today. ''Shall we get a milkshake to share as dessert? I'd like to talk to you about something,'' Bucky offers and you nod. ''Yeah, that would be nice,'' you say and the two of you order a peanut butter chocolate milkshake, which is your shared favorite. ''So, what is it you want to talk about?''

''Well, I was thinking about what your dad said today - if what you told me is what he said, of course...'' he says and you nod, notified that it is in fact what he said. ''...and I was hoping we could give this another shot, and I was wondering if you'd want to be my girlfriend? I'd love to make this official with you, again,'' he chuckles. ''Nothing would make me happier than to be your girlfriend, Bucky,'' you say as you take his hands in yours, enjoying the difference between them. The flesh being so warm, and the metal being so cool to the touch. ''Come to my apartment after dinner,'' you whisper and he nods. Not long after your milkshake arrived and when that's gone, Bucky pays for dinner and walks you out with his hand on the small of your back. All you think about is how good it feels to have that there.

~ Back at your apartment ~

The second both of you set foot in your apartment, you couldn't keep your hands off of one another for more than a second. There was a trail of shoes and clothing leading to the bedroom, and now you're here, on your knees, tears streaming down your face and Bucky's fist lodged in your hair as he fucks your throat hard. God, you wanted this for so long and you couldn't wait any longer. The second he ordered you to sit on your knees you immediately listened, and now your nails are burying in his thighs as you're struggling to breathe, but it feels so good, you're humping the air to get any bit of friction you can get, but since you're completely naked all you do is drip your slick onto your thighs and the floor below you.

''You're such a desperate slut for Daddy's cock, aren't you? Taking it all like the slut you are?'' he groans and you just moan as best as you can around his cock constantly hitting the back of your throat. ''Fuck, gonna cum, doll. Wanna cum in your throat,'' he grunts and with a few more thrusts ropes of warm, white cum are being shot down your throat you swallow every last drop of it before Bucky pulls out of your mouth and you whine at the loss of him inside your mouth. ''D-daddy feels good,'' you croak, not being able to speak after what Bucky did to you. ''Yeah? You're feeling good, dollface? I bet I can make you feel even better when I get my tongue on that soaking pussy of yours,'' he says as he helps you up and onto the bed.

He crawls over your body and leaves soft kisses in a line from your thigh over your hip towards your breasts, giving each of them a little attention with his tongue and teeth as they find your nipples, making your back arch slightly and leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. ''Hm, such a needy slut for me. Haven't been touched in so long you're desperate, aren't you?'' he asks and you nod. ''Need daddy, please,'' you whine. ''Well, you have me right here. Tell me what you want me to do, where you need a daddy and I will do it, but you have to tell me with your words,'' he teases because he knows you can't exactly get out and coherent sentences. ''Wan' you to fuck me,'' you breathe out.

''Hm, and what would you like me to fuck you with? Fingers? Tongue? Or are you just a desperate cockslut for your daddy's cock?'' and you nod. ''Want all of them,'' you whine out and you arch up, trying to get any bit of friction but without success. ''Daddy, please! Wan' to feel you inside me so bad! Please please fill me up,'' you beg and Bucky's smile grows wider. ''Such a good girl when you're begging me like that. Doing so good for me right now,'' he says and he kisses you fiercely before moving down and teasing your clit with his fingers making you gasp. ''Is this what you wanted? Did my needy slut need to be touched on her puffy clit?'' he taunts you and you nod. ''Y-Yes Daddy, please!'' tears streaming down your face out of frustration, but you're finally getting the friction you've been so desperate for this whole time.

Without warning he suddenly plunges two of his fingers inside your weeping pussy and you gasp, followed directly by an almost pornographic moan when you feel his fingers stretch you out so perfectly. ''Fuck, your pussy is holding my fingers in a fucking vice grip, doll. Can't move them so relax a little,'' as soon as he says that you do and it feels even better. The squelch his fingers make is almost too much but as soon as he attaches his lips to your clit all you can focus on is the feeling of him filling you up, and making you feel amazing. He keeps a steady pace with his fingers and you're nearing your orgasm, and he notices the way your breathing changes as well as the fact that you're getting even wetter.

''Gonna cum for me doll? Wanna cum on my fingers and tongue?'' he asks and you nod. ''Daddy please, wanna cum!'' you moan loudly and he picks up the pace ever so slightly as he curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot and within no time you're falling apart for him. ''D-daddy!'' is all you get out as the orgasm rushes through you. ''Hm, you look so good for me when you fall apart,'' he says and he gives small kisses on your inner thighs as he pulls his fingers out. The loss has you whining slightly, but before you know it Bucky is back on top of you, giving you soft kisses to make you feel better. ''Hi, pretty girl,'' he says as he wipes the hair out of your face that is sticking to it from all the sweat.

''Hi Daddy,'' you croak and he chuckles a little. His mouth gives soft kisses on your cheeks, along your jaw, on your forehead, and your nose, everywhere he can reach right now. ''Do you want me to make you feel even better?'' he asks and you just nod. ''Please, Daddy,'' you say, and suddenly you've flipped around, laying sprawled out on top of him as he reaches over to your bedside table to grab a condom. ''How did that get there?'' you wonder and it makes Bucky laugh. ''I put it there earlier so it would be easy to grab,'' he explains. ''Can you sit up for me? Or do you need to stay like this for a little longer?'' he asks and you're very comfy, so you decide to stay like this a little bit longer. It's a good thing that Bucky's super soldier serum keeps him hard and ready to go for a while because you weren't planning on moving yet.

The two of you cuddle like that for a good 30 minutes before you sigh and sit up. ''There she is! I thought you fell asleep at some point,'' Bucky says as he holds your hips to steady you. ''Maybe, I don't know to be honest, but I'm ready for more now,'' you say with a smirk, your hand reaching back to feel just how hard he still is. ''Feels like you're ready to go to, huh?'' you say and he lifts you, already having put on the condom when you were just laying on top of him. You raise yourself a little and line Bucky's thick cock up with your dripping entrance, and when you sink you moan loudly, while Bucky plays softly with your clit to relax you a little as you take more of him.

''Hm, feels so good inside me Daddy,'' you say followed by a breathy moan as you completely take him, his tip hitting your sweet spot on the way in. ''Gonna go slow though, want to enjoy this as long as I can,'' you say as you slowly start raising yourself before sitting back down, making Bucky groan at the feeling of your walls around him. ''Fuck, you feel so good on the inside doll, wanna be buried inside you forever,'' he says and you continue your movements while your hands roam over Bucky's abs and chest, feeling every single muscle and edge. After having slow, lazy sex like this for a bit you lean forward until your mouth is at Bucky's ear, and you whisper something that makes him almost go feral.

''Please Daddy, make me squirt like the desperate little slut I am for your thick cock,'' you say before nibbling on his pulse point and after letting out a deep groan he grabs your ass and spanks you hard with both hands at the same time making you whine loudly. He puts his feet on the bed and bends his legs to get the leverage he needs to fuck into you deep and hard, and since you're already on the edge of your orgasm it doesn't take long for him to fulfill your wish. He fucks into you hard and fast while his arms are grabbing your ass so hard you're sure it's leaving bruises, but all you care about is the immense pleasure he's giving you like this.

''Close, Daddy! Gonna cum!'' he says and you snake your hand between your bodies to play with your clit as he keeps hitting your sweet spot deep inside you. With a few more loud moans you squirt all over him, your legs, and the bed, and Bucky buries himself deep inside you once more as he cums too, without warning. ''Jesus doll, you made me cum too,'' he pants as he rides out both your orgasms until you're both too sensitive and he has to pull out. He pulls you closer into his arms and the two of you stay like this for a few minutes, basking in each other's pleasure and closeness. ''Shall we take a bath together?'' he asks and you nod. ''Okay, but that means I have to leave you for a bit, but I'll be back soon!'' he says and you roll off of him, laying sprawled out like a starfish on your back.

He runs a bath and puts in your favorite bath bomb (it isn't hard to guess which one it is since you have a whole stack of them), before taking off the condom and throwing it away. He cleans himself off before walking back to the bedroom where you're still laying on the bed, wearing nothing but a huge smile on your face. ''What got you all happy like that, pretty girl?'' he asks as he sits down on the bed next to you, bending over to give soft kisses on your forehead. ''You,'' is all you say before cupping his cheek and bringing him in for a slow, passionate kiss. ''Ik hou van jou,'' (I love you), you slip out, but you won't regret it at all. ''Я тоже тебя люблю, куколка'' (I love you too, doll).

After you confessed your love, both you and Bucky go to the bathtub, but you're carried bridal style and you're not mad at it honestly. Bucky steps into the bath and sits down while repositioning you in a way that you're back is leaning against his chest before handing you a bottle of water. ''Here, you need to drink this to feel better. I also got you some chocolate,'' he says and your eyes go wide at the word chocolate. ''My favorite?'' you ask giddily, and he nods. ''Got you the caramel-filled chocolate you love,'' and with that, you feel like you're in heaven again. Between sips of water Bucky gives you some pieces of chocolate as well as eating some himself, and when that's all finished he washes your body and hair.

''Wanna wash you too,'' you say and you turn around, so you can wash Bucky. ''Sorry about your arm,'' you whisper and Bucky giggles at that. ''Why are you sorry, doll? It's not your fault I have this arm,'' he says, but you still feel bad regardless. ''I know, but I know how much you went through to get this and I just think it sucks, because you deserve none of that. But it does look cool,'' you say and you both laugh. ''It sure as hell does,'' he says and you wash his body followed by his hair. When you're all done you both get out and Bucky quickly changes the sheets so you can lay in a clean bed. When the two of you are cuddling, you fall into a deep sleep, shortly followed by Bucky.

~ A week later ~

When you woke up the next morning after your first time with Bucky, you felt like you were still on cloud nine. It is still a little hard to believe he is your boyfriend, but you're very grateful. What you were not so grateful for, however, is the fact that he had to leave early for an emergency mission, and you were left all alone. It did give you some time to hang out with Pepper though, since Tony was on the mission too. ''So? How was it?'' she asks when the two of you are sitting on the couch and catching up, you just told her you had sex with Bucky, and he wants to know all the details. ''Oh god, it was amazing! It was very rough and just, desperate lust at first, but once we both came it was nothing but pure love and I'm grateful for that,'' you sigh, thinking back to that faithful evening. ''I honestly forgot what it felt like to just make love to someone, to not have to worry about anything and just be wrapped up in the moment,'' you say with a big smile on your face.

''I'm glad you enjoyed it, it sounds like the perfect first time for both of you,'' she says. ''And are you together, or...?'' and you nod. ''Before we had the night of our lives he took me to dinner and he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend and obviously, I said yes. But now he's on that mission and-'', before you could finish that thought your phone was ringing so you picked it up to see Tony is calling you. ''It's Tony...'' you say as you show Pepper and you quickly pick up. ''Tony, is everything alright? Are you hurt?'' you ask. ''I'm okay, honey, it's not me you have to worry about. Bucky got injured badly and is on his way to the Compound, so you should meet him at the hangar when the jet lands,'' he says. ''Sorry to have to tell you like this,''. ''It's okay, thank you for telling me...'' is all you say before you hang up. ''Bucky's injured,'' you say and you feel the tears creeping up again.

Not much later you're at the Compound waiting for Bucky, and you're getting impatient. Suddenly you hear the roaring engine and Steve lands the jet easily before opening the door, and you run onto it. ''Where is he?!'' you ask frantically and Steve immediately guides you to Bucky, who has a very deep cut across his chest, and his leg is in a weird angle. The super soldier serum isn't helping much with his healing, and it hurts to see him like this. ''Doll...'' is all he croaks out but you shush him. ''It's okay, I'm here. You're going to be okay,'' you say as you place a soft kiss on his head. This time it's time to take care of him, instead of the other way around and you're ready for it.

[dagothcares]

Unrelated to anything, but I do resent the inferiority complex that Dutch speakers have over their own language. Dutch is a passionate language with its tongue wedged firmly in its own cheek. A lot of stuff sounds dumb when you translate stuff from English to Dutch because a lot of stuff that is commonly said in English is dumb, but people can not see this as English is the cultural hegemon.

I see stuff like, people being embarassed to speak Dutch so they write in English, perform in English, sing in English at a Dutch speaking open mic event and their English isn't even good.

A friend of mine is writing fantasy fiction in English despite the fact he can express himself better in Dutch. Perpetual chip on my shoulder about this. To me Dutch sounds very sincere, it's the language my mother speaks and the language I speak with my closest friends. It's endlessly varied as people from 20 kilometers away speak it so differently that I have issues understanding them. It feels to me that native speakers have such disdain for it, because it's so direct and sincere that it makes them all too aware that what they say and write is stupid and they no longer have this veil of foreign language and culture to hide behind.

"Dutch is so silly, can you imagine saying 'Spank me, daddy!' in Dutch?" The fact that "Spank me, Daddy!" in itself is not a silly phrase to you speaks to me of detachment to the sounds that escape the fence that is your teeth.

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 02.16.24

I think I am getting better after my burnout, which is nice! And I also finished all my main projects, so that's also nice. Thank you for all the kind feedback and well wishes I've gotten, I appreciate them loads.

My life seems to get steadily busier in spring. I'm observing Lent from 02.14 to 03.28 together with my fiancé, who is more religious/spiritual than me, but I enjoy the mental challenge. Our main way of fasting is restricting the internet outside of work, so I won't be online as much. But I still copy paste comments/messages with me, so I can answer when offline.

The upcoming projects are a few old ideas and a few new ones. Lots of Micah, as always. NSFW content under the cut.

Main works: 

Salt 

Colm/Micah, sugar daddy precanon AU, dark content. Currently at part 5, opening Arc 2: "Christmas with the O'Driscolls". Soon readers can look forward to heavy bondage, accidental retraumatization, a murder attempt, spanking, sounding, needle play and piercing play. And Owen O'Driscoll delivering the line "As a boy, I used to weep in butcher shops," while sneaking into Colm's bedroom at night to ... check out Micah. Here is an excerpt from chapter 6:

"Don't be scared," Colm said, choosing the moment when Micah steeled himself to press his nail into the nipple. He imagined the soft, pink space giving in to his finger, all those sensitive nerve endings giving a way for him, engulfing him like a cunt. The steel mechanism kept on making a slight scraping sound when Micah pulled at them, until he drew his legs up, spreading his knees while his ankles remained bound tight together. "You want more?" 

"I'll kill you," Micah mumbled. 

"Yeah, you want more." Colm kissed the skin between Micah's cheek and ear, then finished the remaining shirt buttons. He tugged the fabric to the side so that he could kiss the boy's shoulder, until the hunching made his collarbone jut forward. It looked delicious, and Colm sank his teeth into the bone until Micah whimpered. 

The Lost and the Lethal

A motorcycle gang AU set around 1990-2010, like in GTA 4: The Lost and the Damned, with the RDR2 main cast as bikers and their horses as smaller pets. While out riding, Arthur gets tasked with recovering Micah, who has been missing from the clubhouse for a few days. After finding him in a lethal condition, there's a race to get him to a hospital, with some help from fellow members and a threat from a rival MC gang. My first attempt at whump with an VdL vs O'Driscoll MC fight in the middle. Kind ZanaZira has been helping me out with this, she is a godsend!!!

Micah came and went to the clubhouse as he pleased, unless forced to stay due to an ankle monitor. He guarded his bike like Gollum with the Ring (a reference he wouldn't get despite the gang's frequent film marathons), but it had been parked in the clubhouse garage for a couple of days. Arthur had even gotten a chance to study the red skull details amid the black paint, and read the edgy quote about vengeance scratched into the fender of the bike.

"Just try to find him, that's all I ask," Dutch said.

"Alright," Arthur grumbled, not looking forward to the shift from open roads to city alleys, the car queues, and the trucks riding his ass like randy dinosaurs. Worst of all was the smog trapped between the tall buildings, tickling the scar tissue inside his lungs. "I'll do it."

The Sweet Escape

My take on the Morbellicious "Blessed are the Meek?" scenario. Arthur has Micah where he wants him, jailed in Strawberry, soon to be hanged. Threats, among other things, are exchanged through the window bars, while Arthur is barely concealed by the nightly rain fog, and Micah's cellmate is being an O'Driscoll flavor of bastard.

"I could use a toothpick, and ... " The hand found him and wrapped around his shaft, pulling him out from the fabric. The following silence made Arthur look down, focusing on Micah's expression behind the bars. Micah was staring at his cock. Arthur flushed; was there something wrong with it? The air was cold, and he was too uneasy to be fully erect, but ...

A whistle from the corner of the cell. "Holy shit, that's a huge dick."

Micah whipped around, "Shut the fuck up, O'Driscoll!" His grip on Arthur tightened like a vice, and he groaned like some sort of demonic background choir to Micah's shouting. "One more word and I'll crack you skull open like I did with your friend!"

"Hey, no fighting down there!" a lawman called from upstairs. Arthur and Micah froze. The O'Driscoll held a finger to his lips, and then fluffed his pillows as if getting comfortable before a show.

Other pieces I am thinking of a lot but have not written much of:

Untitled Catboy Micah fanfic 

CRACK. Arthur has to take Micah to the vet to get him fixed, because his kittens are overflowing in the camp. My notes are all there, I just need to write it in one go, as I do with crack fics.

Say that we're sweethearts again

Kind of a sequel to "Through the Wilderness" set 20-30 years later. Old!Micah/old!Arthur. An AU where (low honor) Arthur is tasked to find (low honor) Jack Marston. There's reason to believe (high honor??) bounty hunter!Micah is after him. Having had a stormy relationship ending in Dutch's death, the reunion is tense, and Jack doesn’t help matters. Lol, I loved playing low honor creepy Jack ...

Slug

WARNING: REALLY DARK, HORNY CONTENT. O'Driscoll Gang/Micah. Set in my MC AU, extremely dubcon biker gangbang, O'Driscoll Thrash Party … I wanna write Micah trying to steal from the O'Driscolls, getting chased by motorcycles, then waking up in a concrete garage of some sort. Will include duct tape, drugs, vibrators, boot worship, overstimulation, alligator clamps, spider gags, watersports, the writer slobbering all over the biker wear … Colm is overseeing the whole thing and being his beyond creepy self. Colom boy, I love youuuuu (as a fiction character yada yada)

And that's it! I have a few old projects mentioned in other posts that I might work on later, but for now, my main focus is Salt, the first chapter of the MC whump threeshot, and The Sweet Escape.

[sovereign-skyy]

While this is technically a correct translation as there's not really a dutch word for spanking, a more accurate translation of that Dutch sentence would be a more generic "Hit me, dad" (or more literally "Give me a smack, dad")

Note my use of the word "dad" instead of daddy because I have never heard anyone use papa in a REMOTELY sexual way lol, dad really fits the vibe of papa better

I guess the way you'd get closest to "daddy" in Dutch would be "pappie" but I'd strongly recommend against it

Honestly, Dutch as a whole is pretty bad for dirty talk. Our genital slang does make for pretty good swear words tho ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[frilly-interference-dazzling]

🪞🌱🌾🐚🪺🪨🥀🌈☀️☄️⛄️🌯🍔🍜🍒🎂🍿🍻🥢🌗⚽️🏈🏀🎱🏸🛼⛸️🪈🎻🪘🎧🎢🎡💒🏩🛤️🎆📱🕹️📺📞💎⛏️⚰️🪚🚬💊🚿🧸🪆🎀🗑️✝️

I show Daddy my little girly fingernails. My fingers look soft and puffy but are Dutch like him! and very strong, stronger than a ton of men! My nails are short and square. The pointer is the puffiest and not much else I can do or say? 🤷🏼‍♀️

I get a little soft baby stimulation at my crotch etc. and he holds me up and holds my fingers in his hands examining how hard and strong and puffy they are. “Wait,” he ejaculates, “Didn’t you hurt your hands, Baby Girly Frilly?” They are stiff but now anything hurts the poof. He put warm gloves on them and spanked my booty lightly and put me in a crib with music playing, instead of TV so I would lie down. He sat in the room and read a “good” book…. from a top university library in the US???

[5pinbowler]

actually, fun fact: in dutch we don't literally translate "spank me, daddy"! instead we say "ik spreek maar één taal en snap niet hoe normaal vertalen werkt" :)

"wait i want to clarify (bc tone Does Not read well in text form lmao): my ask abt the dutch language is very passive aggressive (and could even be quite easily construed as mean) but i am fully joking! im not actually upset and i hope you wont be either, just blame my sarcastic sense of humour i guess 🙃

(the dutch part translates to "i only speak one language and i dont understand how translation works", which like i said, sounds quite a bit more passive aggressive and mean than i meant it to, soz)"

thats actually a better translation honestly, and i didnt think you meant it passive aggressively or anything but i appreciate you clarifying :)

[11fflower11]

[demilypyro]

Hey I'm sorry for asking this but Google translate says that "spank me daddy" in Dutch is "geef me een klap papa" and I need to know if that's real

You're the weirdo for thinking "spank me daddy" was ever a sexy thing to say and needing to hear it in another language to realize it's fucking wack.

[hentired]

I dont think anyone needs this information but no if you wanna say "spank me daddy" in Dutch you would absolutely not say "geef me een klap papa" which would translate better to something like "punch me, dad"

[hikarus-shida]

Christian Cage: "Behave"

Christian Cage x fem!reader

genre: nsfw 18+

warnings: nsfw 18+, bratty reader, spanking, oral sex (m)

summary: when christian's girlfriend decides to be a brat all day, he puts her in her place.

requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)

tag list: @cutierocker202 @bec0m @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @elitehunter

This is an 18+ imagine. If you're not 18+, please read at your own discretion if you don’t intend on leaving this post. You’ve been warned. :)

This was my first time writing about a brat, so hopefully I did it well!

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*i do not own this gif!*

“But I want it!” You yelled, crossing your arms as your eyes narrowed. Christian pressed two fingers at the bridge of his nose and looked down, trying to keep his composure. You were being a huge brat all because of a Cartier bracelet that you had seen and was begging him to buy. When Christian told you no, it was as if your whole world crashed; you hated that word.

“Princess, you need to calm it down, right now.” Christian gave you ‘the look’, which meant that he meant business. You didn’t care though, the bracelet was meant for you, and he told you that he’d always get you whatever you wanted! What a liar he was.

All the people in the store watched as you had your meltdown, whispers and side-eyes directed towards you. It didn’t matter, in fact you enjoyed it. All the humiliation and embarrassment that Christian felt would make him have to buy you the bracelet and you weren’t going down without a fight, even if it meant being more brattier than usual.

“No! You told me you could get whatever I want when I’m with you! Were you lying to me? You’re such a nasty liar.” You smirked when you saw his cheeks grow red. Only you knew how to push Christian’s buttons so well, he even admitted it himself.

“Watch yourself,” He warned you, which made you roll your eyes. Christian tsk’d at your blatant insubordination and actions. He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the store, pushing past fellow strangers until he reached the family bathroom and locked the door behind you.

“Get on your knees and I’m not going to tell you again,” He gritted through his teeth. When you got on your knees, he kneeled down and bent you over his lap.

“You don’t wanna listen to me? You want like a tough little brat?” Christian spat, “This is what happens to brats.” He pulled down your plaid skirt, exposing your underwear and butt cheeks. His large hand made the first smack, which had you cry out loud. The second one was the worst, you could feel the redness on the skin and how tender it was. Then came the third, tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to prepare yourself for the next spanking.

“You want to be a brat and disobey me?” Christian asked, spanking you now for the sixth time. You shook your head, unable to speak as the tears poured from your eyes. “Use your words, princess.”

“No, no, daddy. I don’t ever want to disobey you again.” You cried out, waiting for his hand to smack down onto your ass, but it never came. Instead, his hand began to rub the area to soothe you.

“That’s very nice of you, princess, but your punishment isn’t over.” He said, helping you up off of his lap and getting up himself. Christian began to unbuckle his belt and slid down his pants, then his underwear, exposing his hard member. “Now, suck.”

You licked your lips as you inched towards him, now up close to you his member. Your tongue swiveled along his tip, just long enough to tease, before you began to take him in your mouth. Christian was so long and thick, you barely had all of him inside. You had total control until he began to thrust into your mouth, moaning and grunting as he did, his entire cock sliding in and out of your mouth, down your throat as he did this.

You began to gag, which increased the amount of spit that was being produced. Christian groaned as he was fucking your mouth, his hands were on the sides of your head and he used it to control his momentum. “Such a pretty mouth you have, princess. It’s a shame you use it to be a big brat.” He kept pumping into your mouth, moaning out your name when his load traveled down your throat.

“Swallow it, princess.” He said, sternly as he watched his cock twitch in your mouth. You swallowed every drop, leaving not a single one behind, and even sucked on the tip one last time. Christian lifted up his pants and underwear, rebuckling his belt then helping you up.

“Are you going to be a dirty brat next time?”

You shook your head in response, “No, daddy. I won’t.” Christian kissed your head and inspected the damage done from his spanking, giving your cheek another good gentle rub.

“Do you still want that Cartier bracelet?” He asked, pulling out his wallet. Your lips lifted into a smile as you nodded profusely. Christian took your hand and walked out of the family bathroom with you, walking back to the store that had all the people that gave you dirty looks in there.

Oh well, you didn’t care. They could always get another free show, after all you never knew how to behave.

[neon-junkie]

every single Dutch post I see includes the tags ‘daddy’, ‘rings’, and ‘spank me.’ or all three of them if you’re that horny

[vampiremeerkat]

What do you think of the "dutch is not a serious language" meme that's been going around on twitter and tumblr?

GODDAMNITit's not wrong, but the main example I keep seeing is the "Spank me, daddy!" one, for which the translation added is pretty bad. So imagine: Dutch bedroom, frikandellen everywhere, two lovers are getting it on, clogs still on their feetsies, the guy turns to the other guy (true trivia: everyone in the Netherlands is a homosexual man) and wishes to give him an important instruction. If we properly translated "Spank me, daddy!", it'd be something degenerate like "Sla me, pappie/papa!". ..And that's exactly what today's Google Translate gives us, so finally, the Dutch are given the respect they deserve. Viva la Tulpenbollenveld.