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late-to-the-party-81 · 11 months ago

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Happy Birthday, Yasha

AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.

Beta’d by the wonderful @endlesstwanted and with Russian help from @bittersweet-in-boston

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Bingo and Challenge fills:

@buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash - Base - AU Bucky; Filling - Forced Proximity Frosting - Sam, Nat and Steve; Toppings - Humiliation/Degradation Kink, And

Build a Bucky Bingo - March - Impact Play

@stuckygeekevents Bingo - O1 - “Why did you flinch?”

@stuckybingo - N3 - Free space

@steverogersbingoBingo - D4 - Sex Party

@caplanbuckybarnes’s Weekly Writing Challenge #3 - “Please kiss me.”

Master list | Stucky Bingo Master List | SRB Master list | BaBB Master List | SGE Bingo Masterlist

Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.

Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.

Word count: 3.2k

CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.

They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve.

Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.

“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”

Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”

“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.

“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”

“Deal.”

Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.

He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.

It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.

Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”

“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.

“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”

Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.

“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”

Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.

As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.

“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s.

“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.

“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.

Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.

Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well.

Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.

“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.

“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”

He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.

“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”

Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.

“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.

“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”

“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”

Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.

As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.

“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck.

“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”

Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.

“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.”

“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”

Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.

“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.

“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.

After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.

“Nat - come look.”

“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation

Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.

“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.

“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”

Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes.

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get.

On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go.

Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face.

“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”

“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.

“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.

“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.”

“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.

“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam.

“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”

Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh.

Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled. “Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”

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be0mgyubear · 2 years ago

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✶ it’s called love, not stalking! (l.hs) *:･ﾟ✧ smau

pairing: idol!heeseung x fem!reader

tw: cursing, might mention something suggestive, kys/kms jokes, mentions of food, lmk if there’s more

synopsis: yn, an aspiring painter, has the habit of sketching strangers. on a night out, she started drawing the boy sitting across from her, without realizing his identity, which sparked his interest. he’s now completely head over heels for a stranger he doesn’t know or probably will ever see again

profiles:

yn’s fans ┇enha enha

chapters:

O1 - heeseung’s stalking agenda

tba…

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vesearlee · 3 months ago

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑼𝒔

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐑𝟔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

B1 ── BAKERY AU

B2 ── HOLIDAY

B3 ── AMNESIA / MEMORY LOSS

B4 ── CAR SEX

B5 ── SECRET ADMIRER

I1 ── STALKING

I2 ── TOUCH STARVED

I3 ── COCKWARMING

I4 ── MEETING THE FAMILY

I5 ── FANTASY SETTING AU

N1 ── PARTNER SHARING

N2 ── BODYGUARD

N3 ── FREE SQUARE

N4 ── TATTOO SHOP

N5 ── MEET UGLY

G1 ── WEDDING

G2 ── MECHANIC AU

G3 ── DISGUISES

G4 ── AMPUTATION

G5 ── TRUTH OR DARE

O1 ── WHUMP

O2 ── CUMFLATION

O3 ── MORNING RUN

O4 ── CUDDLING

O5 ── KIDNAPPING

#event masterlist #stucky r6 bingo

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fwsoul · 23 days ago

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BYF !

O1. blog is 17+ , there will be a lot of sexual / dark content on this page. please be mindful. none of what i post will be anyone under the age of 20 tbh. i can do sfw for minors but please i will not do anything more than that.

O2. by dark content ( toxicity , stalking , obsession , etc. )

O3. will write ( knife play , slapping , oral , breeding , degrading , praising , mask kinks , sex tapes , public sex , cheating , spitting , etc depending on what you’re asking for. )

O4. will not write ( noncon , pet play , piss kinks , stepcest , somnophilia , etc )

O5. i am new so go easy on me please but i will accept requests.

O6. this is strictly fem!reader.

#dni criteria #byf/dni #🐰 ophelia rules

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little-earthquakes-rp · 1 month ago

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o1﹕ when were you first introduced to tumblr rp , & do you remember how ?

I was just living my best life girl blogging on here pulling inspo for fanfiction and my maladaptive daydreams when I came across a bio for a zombie RPG. I started following random associated characters' accounts (dies of embarrassment at the thought now). Properly stalked them for a couple weeks before I messaged the main that I was a newbie but interested. The admins and another member helped me with formatting and other inquiries I had, so it was a really lovely time and introduction.

#OOC//From the Choirgirl Hotel #[thank you for the ask friend]

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darthbloodorange · 1 year ago

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Vampire Tony stalking the halls of Stark mansion late at night.

For the: ✦ @anyfandomgoesbingo , prompt: “Vampire! Tony Stark” [O1]

Medium: Art Word count: N/a Title: The Eternal Stark Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel 616 Pairings: None Characters: Tony Stark Warnings: Mild Blood Major Tags: Vampire AU, Vampire Tony Stark ~ Summery: Vampire Tony stalking the halls of Stark mansion late at night.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #Marvel 616 #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Marvel #Blood.#Vampire AU #Vampire Tony Stark #DarthBloodOrange #DarthBloodOranges Art #I like Early 616 Tony's mustache... more than the MCU look #Though I based this more on the comics that brought the look back for a period a few years back #Was it a few years? I can't recall... What even is time anyway in the face of unending pain

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2kiran · 1 year ago

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NEED THAT SWEET LIFE WITH ITS DECADENT WAYS

BYF: highly nsfw; no sfw requests. I don’t want minors interacting with my content so don’t let me know. personal questions, asks by blank, ageless, + minors will be ignored.

STAY WITH ME NOW, I DON’T WANNA BE LONELY ༒

CALL OF DUTY – könig, simon riley, john price, keegan russ, kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin, david ‘hesh’ walker, mace, nikto, sebastian krueger, barrage, kyle garrick, john mactavish, kapano ‘naga’ vang

VALORANT – cypher, omen, chamber, kay/o

MARVEL & DC – wade wilson, matt murdock, spider-man noir, miguel o’hara, logan howlett | bruce wayne, minhkhoa khan, slade wilson, larry trainor

STAR WARS – din djarin, kylo ren, anakin skywalker

MORTAL KOMBAT – kabal, erron black, bi-han, kuai liang, kenshi takahashi, hanzo hasashi

SLASHERS – harry warden, ghostface

KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ㄑ WORK DETAILS

WRITING: all readers but strictly top male and dom female. character is the bottom unless specified otherwise. hybrids, robots/cyborgs, mutual pining, threesomes, and legal age gap.

DARK CONTENT INCLUDES dubcon, cnc, violence, stalking, monsters, yandere, serial killer, toxicity, cheating, and obsession.

NSFW INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, dacryphilia, dumbification, daddy kink (towards reader only), mask kink, weapon kink/play, consensual somnophilia.

STRICTLY WON’T WRITE FOR self-harm, disorders, abuse, non-con/rape, age play, incest/stepcest/selfcest, pedophilia, strange fetish, watersports, scat play, ddlg/b, and feederism.

BY THE WAY THAT YOU HOLD ME ༒ REQ. LAWS

I AM NOT OBLIGATED TO WRITE IT. be patient, ‘cause it may take a good while for me to get to it.

state the gender of reader and if they’re sub (M only), dom, or a switch + top or bottom (F or GN only).

be specific with your request, but don’t completely go overboard. it’s easier for the both of us if you properly state what you want.

NOTE, IN ADDITION: I will not do the fic if O1 I deem it too vague (reqs without a scenario), O2 I do not write for the character, and/or O3 I do not write for the pairing (e.g. dom!character x fem!reader).

if you are unsure with what I am willing to write, ask first.

— HOUSE OF FEARS (MASTERLIST)

#𓆩♱𓆪 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 #2kdirectory

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rosiehrs · 2 years ago

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FANWARS ## masterlist.

huh yunjin x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤻ yunjin (an army) and y/n (a blink) have fallen into the stereotype of not being able to get along, continuously starting fanwars- but only with each other..?

CONTENTS ⤻ smau, non!idol x reader, wlw, fluff, crack, minor angst, enemies to lovers (?)

WARNINGS ⤻ major bts/army and blackpink/blink slander, dark jokes, strong language, suggestive jokes, (small) use of vape and nicotine intake.

FEATURING ⤻ le sserafim, pham hanni (newjeans), ahn yujin (ive), yoon keeho (p1harmony), oh haewon (nmixx), choi yeonjun (txt), choi yena (soloist), more characters to come in future chapters ˆ-ˆ

STATUS ⤻ completed!

NOTE - there may be chapters that trigger certain fans, so i apologise in advance and want to emphasise that bts/army and blackpink/blink slander will be a part of the whole fic as it's the main plot TT please don't hurt me if something angers you, but please let me know if i went too far!

IMPORTANT - do not send hate towards any group under my works, especially blackpink and bts. if you do, you'll immediately be blocked. this fic is meant to be unserious/funny/lighthearted so please don't take this as an opportunity to say some shit just bcs fw!yj or yn said it. to sum it up, blackpink antis and bts antis, DNI.

PROFILES..! the ninja turtles, fantastic 4.

CHAPTERS ;

O1 # soty

O2 # fancywasrobbed

O3 # daesangs and tantrums

O4 # INSENSITIVE BITCH

O5 # stalk before you block

O6 # [REDACTED] x3

O7 # eunchae saw it

O8 # hanni understands!!

O9 # blackpink outdid..!

10 # google translate

11 # nailed it

12 # she actually did not nail it.

13 # shut down (vlive)

14 # eunchae's yuny/n fanpage?

15 # mr chang<3

16 # american threat

17 # discussion time

18 # everyone's in!

19 # 'am i..?'

20 # eunchae's way or the highway

21 # bad idea

22 # tutti fruITY

23 # coming out (lol)

24 # (g)one direction - video attached.

25 # baby yunjin

26 # mission is a go!

27 # better late than never

28 # meetup (written)

29 # kick it by blackpink

30 # aftermath

31 # withdrawal

32 # gay minds

33 # she replied!

34 # gay people = bad at flirting (?)

35 # shes ight

36 # unexpected addition

37 # gay and easy

38 # eunchae outrage

39 # the date

40 # rizzful yunjin pt. 1

41 # ahn yujin protection programme

42 # sophie's choice

43 # she came over

44 # realisations pt.1

45 # step back (yunjin's version)

46 # no license? no problem!

47 # uh oh (written)

48 # cream puffs

49 # eunchae's first wlw heartbreak?

50 # gone (yunjin's version)

51 # misunderstanding

52 # hard launch

53 # i like u - niki

54 # public humiliation

55 # happy pride

56 # driver kkura

57 # thank you eunchae

58 # music taste

59 # random occurrences

60 # the end (written)

+ taglist !! (permanently closed)

#huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #fanwars smau #le sserafim x reader #kpop x reader #fw!masterlist

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ahalal-uralma · 3 years ago

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I am reacting to this post made by @vestige-of-thorns and shared by @mybloodiedvalentine. As well as covering a history of other abuses and deceit from these two women and their recent supporters.

I am going to break up posts and will link them to each other as well as linking past ones in which I’ve had to address harassment.

Part One.

Here is the whole collection of every hate message I’ve received and post response I’ve had to make regarding both of these women. Marilia aka vestige-of-thorns is projecting I have a new woman I’m harassing, when that’s not true at all. I do not harass any of these girls. What issues exist are just on-going from said same girls harassing and posting about me.

There’s a lot of covered evidence between screenshots of myself and other girl’s regarding vestige-of-thorns problematic history of cyber-stalking and creating fake accounts as well as Tessa using faceapp and lying about my identity and photography.

Marilia O1. // Marilia O2. // Marilia 03. // Marilia 04. // Marilia 05. // Marilia 05. // Marilia 06. // Marilia 07. // Marilia 08. // Marilia 09. // Marilia 10. // Marilia 11. // Marilia 12. // Marilia 13. // Marilia 14. // Marilia 15. // Marilia 16. // Marilia 17. // Marilia 18. // Marilia 19. // Marilia 20. // Marilia 21. // Marilia 22. // Marilia 23. // Marilia 24. (This one might be her) // Both of them 25. // Tessa 26. // Tessa 27. // Tessa 28.

I feel like I could fill an entire book up with just the harassment I’ve gotten from Marilia alone. If you see her trying to back-track online and lie, just realize she’s owned after a point in past direct anonymous messages that she was sending me the hate and didn’t care who knew. She has promised to destroy anyone who wants to protect me.

If you don’t believe me she has tried, just consider she’s harassed my mutuals/friends @jasonlowder and @oculus-de-malus on here.

She’s also made attempts to manipulate my boyfriend @thedescendinglight via the hate blog she operates. In fact, she’s tried to attack him on anonymous after he didn’t reciprocate and follow her back like she hoped he would.

She wasn’t sending me direct messages from her url itself only because she was blocked months before for unsettling behavior on posts I wasn’t comfortable with. She has been called out for using proxy servers to harass me. She cares now that there started to be backlash.

She forgets she’s directly attacked me on Instagram too and here’s further proof of who she is, since she likes to hide her face only the past few months since she’s started to bully me and other girls online.

If you look at some of my linked posts, I’ve gone more in-depth about the Instagram and side-blog harassments from this woman. Ulvindem was the url for her tumblr account in previous years, also. Do not be fooled.

Time and again, I have seen these two people and their alleged friends operating under these list of common logic fallacies:

Here are past examples from comment sections across various posts about me.

There are three of the ten fallacies at play in this exchange. “Begging the question” as this girl assumes what has been stated about me is true simply because her friend Tessa said so. She never came forward to hear my side of anything being claimed. And actually, none of the people siding against me have chosen to communicate with me and understand me if we are going to get technical about it. I don’t think it’s occurred to them once that they should have.

In a way, this could be seen as “appeal to authority” fallacy as well, since she’s treating Tessa as authority on the subject without reference or proof she’s credible on the matter. The other is “appeal to ignorance,” because she hasn’t seen it disproven, or rather proven at all, so she is assuming it is authentic and honest. There is no one present for this conversation to defend me, not even myself, so I must be guilty by pure rule of omission and absence.

Apparently, the argument states that I need to be called out and judged for following random bloggers that Tessa happens to like? But, I’m insane?

Here’s another fallacy combination. But, instead of it just being the “begging the question” and simply “appealing to authority and ignorance” fallacies there is the fourth addition of the non-sequitor fallacy. People simply talked about me in passing, in a way that is expressed vaguely, and can elude to nothing sinister, and there’s a chance it was probably not anything related to the topic, but it’s assumed it’s relevant reason enough to block and condemn me, anyway.

Pay attention going forward, because you’ll often see them controlling people’s perceptions through the ad hominem, straw man, slippery slope and red herring fallacies. And the people who side with them often side with them under the previously mentioned examples. It’s like an ongoing game of monkey-see, monkey-do. They make up an allegation and people believe and act further on it without research.

They can almost never answer a question/concern directly without insult or issuing a threat (ad hominem), straw man (distorting the truth by twisting it with a lie or exaggeration. ie. I simply stated that one of them uses editing on her photos and she claimed I called her a cat fish, despite the fact I have never done so), slippery slope (my responding to their hate posts makes me a criminal) and red herring (when all else fails, they try to find new topics to distract the public with and blame me for).

I’m not allowed to defend myself without all degrees of threats being issued. Some are violent like the ones Marilia has sent me and then there is this. Take this girl I used to follow between 2-3 years. I do not know why she wants to threaten my presence in this way.

We were just mutuals. Interactions were quiet and peaceful as far as I observed it, because we were content to just like/reblog from the other person. I liked her content. There was no fight. No negative exchanges. I’m just guilty in her eyes because her friend doesn’t like me. I didn’t know they were even friends, but that isn’t relevant. I don’t know where she’s getting off threatening me with a petition, when I would never do anything to harm her ability to blog.

The bullying from this group is so toxic they threaten to misuse an activism site to bully offline a girl they don’t even know, haven’t really spoken to, and certainly have never met, and simply on the basis that they don’t like her face or art? This reasoning is shallow.

I wouldn’t be surprised if they plot to con people out of money for this cause, too. They could be spending this energy fighting for charity, or real human/animal rights, but that’s what they want to spend it on instead?

I’ve seen some of these girls preach about being vegan and pro-feminism, but I have yet to see one ounce of evidence shared that they’re interested in helping better humanity.

There are children starving in the world and whales dying, but I’m the biggest problem and threat to waste time on? I wonder if they fight such causes with as much vehemence and devotion as they like to spread hatred of me.

They call me an attention whore, but can’t raise one point of argument without issuing insult, threat or the use of a logic fallacy.

Anyone who has tried knowing me, has cared and genuinely attempted, knows how timid I am of most attention; especially, when they first speak to me. I do not trust easily. It can take me months, sometimes years, before I trust someone. I definitely do not want the popularity they so often complain about my having, considering that would insinuate a generalized level of trust for people I do not actually possess.

I think it’s amusing this insult is following the fact I predicted they would try to slut-shame my appearance as they’ve done so before.

I knew I would not get away with sharing a selfie in which I felt sexy without them raising a fuss over it. They lack the introspection and basic comprehension to understand my tags and why I made them. You girls did exactly what I knew you would do.

Also, how can I be surprised by now that there is ableism in the tags of Marilia? Calling me retarded for having a potential mental illness? Really?

I’m not surprised. Anyone who cares and observes will know the two of these girls long shared history of racism, agism, sexism, etc.

Take just for example in a recent post:

I would rather be cringe than whatever this is. I mean, way to slip in your agenda with a veiled dark joke. Let’s death-wish an entire group of people and make it look like a misfire. You couldn’t pay me to be this brand of evil.

#personal #hate #drama #text #mybloodiedvalentine #vestige-of-thorns

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27dragons · 4 years ago

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Bad Boys

a fic by @27dragons for the @starkbucksbingo

Title: Bad Boys Square: O1 - AU: Mirror Universe Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28413918 Rating: G Warnings: None Ship: Winteriron Wordcount: 445 Summary: The Avengers are villains, and no one on their side ought to find any of them attractive, Victor.

Norman stalked into the kitchen and dropped a newspaper on the table in front of Doctor Doom.

Doom glanced at it disinterestedly. “Yes?” He took a bite of his toast.

“The picture, Victor,” Norman all but growled.

Doom looked again. “Looks like a shot from yesterday’s skirmish. What about it?”

“You’re ogling Stark’s ass. Again.”

Doom shrugged and brushed toast crumbs off his fingertips. “It’s a nice ass. If I didn’t know he was the Merchant of Death, I’d be making a move.”

“We’ve talked about this,” Norman groaned. “You can’t be eyeing up Stark in the middle of battle!”

“Unlike some others on this team, I’m capable of multitasking,” Doom said blithely.

“Does that multitasking include keeping an eye out for the Winter Soldier? Because Barnes will shoot you if he thinks you’re hitting on his boyfriend.”

“I’m not hitting on him; the Avengers are a bunch of murderers and megalomaniacs who’ve banded together in their quest for world domination. It’s a turn-off, Norman. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t got eyes.”

“You won’t have eyes anymore if the Winter Soldier shoots them out,” Norman gritted. “Which he can do. From like a mile away.”

“Why am I getting this lecture?” Doom complained. “You don’t lecture Loki about hitting on Hawkeye.”

Norman rolled his eyes. “Hawkeye is going to shoot them in the throat one of these days, and I honestly won’t blame him one bit. Even supervillains should not have to put up with that kind of harassment. Anyway, I’m not sure we can trust Loki not to go evil again.”

Doom tipped his head, considering. “I’d trade Loki for Stark,” he said thoughtfully.

“You would.”

“He’d bring the Winter Soldier with him,” Doom pointed out. “It’s like a two-for-one.”

“And then the Captain would go on a rampage and try to kill all of us,” Norman pointed out. “Again. No thanks.”

Robbins came into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He fished out a carton of leftover curry and put it in the microwave. “Did you talk to him about the Stark thing?” he asked Norman.

Doom rolled his eyes. “You’re both aware that I was a superhero in my own right for years before I joined your little cabal, right? I can take care of myself. There are uncountably many universes out there, and in exactly none of them does the Winter Soldier get the best of me.”

Robbins dropped into the chair next to Norman and took a bite of his curry. “You guys ever wonder if there’s a universe out there where we’re the villains and they’re the heroes?”

Norman tried to imagine it, but imagination failed him. “No.”

[A/N: The Cabal is a canon group of villains consisting of Norman Osborn, Doctor Doom, Emma Frost, Loki, the Hood (Parker Robbins), and Namor. Of course, in this universe, they’re the good guys.]

#starkbucksbingo #buckytony #winteriron #my writing #pique queue

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bngtanah · 5 years ago

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House of Triad | Envy (m)

summary: All the best things come in threes. Just a bunch of one-shots centering around V, RM and the shared girlfriend they affectionately call ‘Honey’.

pairing: RM x Reader x Taehyung

word count: 2k genre: smut rating: explicit

chapters: o1| o2| o3|

warning: smut, explicit sexual themes, polyamory, threesomekinda, light bondage, jealousy.

Honey wasn't entirely sure how it happened this night. Something about a bet, a little beer, a bottle of wine or two with dinner, and suddenly there they were — locked in the room stripping away at the clothing covering all three of their bodies. Their lips took turns claiming her own, Taehyung’s kisses sweet and soft, Namjoon’s harsh and full of teeth on Honey’s smooth skin. They both pulled away after a moment, gasping for breath.

“Honey-ah, do you trust us?” Tae whispered, lips hovering barely inches from hers.

“Of course I do,” she answered in an equally gentle whisper.

He grinned, as if he hadn’t already known the answer and gently trailed his fingers down her arms and sides to the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor in a crumpled heap. His lips demanded her attention while deft hands found their way to the clasp of her bra, unclipping it with elite precision. “Beautiful...” He let it fall away from her body and stepped backward to drink in her frame. The amount of times Taehyung had seen her naked body didn’t seem to matter, he was mesmerized by each dip and curve of her figure every time they got undressed.

Namjoon moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, fondling her breasts with rough hands and planting small bites on the back of her neck. Honey moaned and leaned back against his chest and he chuckled, letting one hand trail downward to the string on her sweats, almost tearing it off in his impatience. He dragged the clothing down her legs, panties and all, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their path, and soon she stood naked before the two men. Taehyung bit his lip as he took her in once more, his eyes dark with desire.

Namjoon pulled away to stand beside the younger male, and Honey immediately missed his warmth against her back. She shivered under their gazes, waiting to see what their next move would be. Taehyung was the first to move. He pushed his honey down gently onto the bed, climbing over to straddle her torso while he coaxed her hands above her head with one hand, and scrambled around in the nightstand next to the bed with the other. He hummed with excitement when he found what he was looking for and wound the silken fabric around Honey’s wrists then fastened them to the headboard, tugging once on the bonds to be sure they would hold before leaning in to kiss her softly.

He broke away reluctantly and stood, gesturing to Namjoon and he swiftly retrieved a bandanna from his pocket and approached her, winding it playfully around his fingers as he stalked forward. Bending forward so they were on eye level, Namjoon brushed his lips against the sensitive skin beneath her ear and Honey moaned with delight. “So eager, my sweet” He mumbled and gently steadied her hands from pawing at his torso “But we want to play a game. Let’s see if you can guess who’s who,” he muttered against her ear. “Here’s a hint: I’ll be the one making you scream.”

Namjoon stole a quick kiss, rough and fleeting before pulling the bandana over her eyes, making sure it was tied firmly -but not too tight- at the back of her head and laying Honey down on the mattress. Then his weight left the bed and she was alone and blind, her heart beating wildly against her rib cage in anticipation of what would happen next. She could hear them talking to each other, a low murmur followed by an even deeper rumble and she strained to hear what they were saying, but it stopped as quickly as it began. A beat of silence passed before Honey could feel the heat of someone approaching her.

She felt two pairs of hands on her, light and fleeting. They seemed to be everywhere at once, except where she wanted them to be. Unidentified fingers teased her, dancing across her inner thighs, skimming her hipbones until she found herself unconsciously reaching for them with her body, urging them to touch her. But it seemed the further she reached, the further they would draw away then she heard a chuckle.

“Someone’s impatient.” The bed shifted and she felt lips graze her neck. “All in due time, Honey-ah.” His thumb traced the curve of her mouth.

Taehyung.

His thumb traced over the swell of her cheek and curved around her mouth forcing her to part her lips for him, letting out a small moan. “Please…” she breathed, closing her lips around his thumb. She felt a small swell of pride when she heard his breath catch in his throat. There was no way he could refuse her like this, naked and wanting beneath his hands. “Don’t tease me anymore…”

He hesitated for what seemed like the longest time as he struggled to fight his very own nature. He groaned audibly and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He licked his lips and she felt his tongue headily graze her ear.

“Don’t do this to me, Honey,” he said, his voice strained. “You know I can’t refuse you.”

“Then don’t.”

He hesitated once more and Honey felt his weight leave abruptly, almost as if he was pushed aside. She shivered with surprise when a second pair of calloused hands made their way up the supple skin of her inner thighs, parting them gently to make way for the weight that settle between them.

“Well, if you won’t do it, I will,” came what sounded like Namjoon’s gruff voice. Honey could hear Taehyung huff in response, but he made no move to regain control.

She had only a second to compose herself before Namjoon lowered his head, breathing hot air across her thighs, and pressed his tongue to her clit, sending a spike of pleasure straight to her core. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, grazing his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin. His mouth worked her over and over, showing little mercy as was his nature. Namjoon was in all honesty somewhat clumsy with most things and sex was not exempt from that small fault. However, what he lacked in composure he definitely made up for in effort. There was never a time that he didn’t give everything he had to make sure that his Honey was never left unsatisfied.

Just as she felt herself approaching her climax, he pulled away completely. Leaving Honey to whimpered at the loss, before hovering over her trembling body once more. There was no way to tell who it was. A mysterious pair of hands clamped down on the pillow beside her head as her partner aligned himself with her entrance and pushed forward slowly, ensuring that she felt every inch of him push past her walls. Honey groaned and tugged at her restraints, wanting to touch him, her fingers itching to tangle in his hair, to grip his waist and urge him faster.

But he kept his pace slow, his thrusts long and hard. She could almost feel him smirking down at her as she writhed beneath him, head thrown back, arms straining to break free of the bonds. Still sensitive from Namjoon’s treatment before, it only took a few strokes before she were once again on the edge of that peak, her breathing growing shallow and her ankles crossing behind her lover’s back to coax him forward at her speed. Yet his pace remained just as languid as before, just like he was doing this on purpose, refusing to give her want she wanted.

Before long, she could feel him straining to keep his control, his movements grew more erratic and uncoordinated with each passing stroke. When it seemed he could not hold on any longer, Honey felt him lean down and pant against the side of her face, so low that she could not recognise the voice. “I want you to come,” he commanded while he reached down to press his thumb harshly against her clit, and she came undone with an incoherent cry. He pulled out and pressed a kiss to her lips, too quick for Honey to determine his identity, before he moved away and another body took his place.

Unlike the previous, this one wasted no time, the pace he set hard and fast. Honey soon gave up any chance of trying to keep up and surrendered herself to his mercy, biting her lip hard to hold in her hoarse cries of pleasure. “Joonie…” she moaned before she could stop herself, voice quivering. The man above her laughed, his pace never wavering as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, letting his jaw graze against her cheek.

“Guess again.”

“Tae?”

The surprise that overtook her was soon forgotten and Honey felt her body jerk upwards once again and she came for the second time that night with his name on her lips. Taehyung followed soon after, panting heavily as he leaned his weight on her body. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and removed the blindfold and restraints, looking down at his lovely Honey tenderly as her eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, rubbing the red marks from her wrists.

She shook her head. He seemed satisfied and rolled off to clean himself up, and she watched him go, still reeling from his actions only moments before. Lost in thought, she let out a yelp as Namjoon suddenly swept her up against his chest and kissed her, slow and hard, like the way he had made love to she before. His movements were so precise, so controlled that they had her melting all over again.

“I want you again,” he groaned, bucking his hips against her thigh to prove his point. “No blindfold, no Tae.” He added in a hushed whisper “I want you to look me in the eyes when I make you come.”

Honey felt a shudder pass down her spine at his words, pressing herself further against his hard chest.

“But not tonight. You need all the energy you can get,” he teased.

The bed dipped as Taehyung climbed in behind Honey, wrapping his arm about her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She was sure she felt Namjoon’s hold on her tighten slightly as he looked over her head at Tae from the other side of the bed.

“I believe I won this bet, Nams. You have to do the dishes all next month.”

Namjoon looked down at Honey and smirked. “She definitely moaned my name first.”

“That was obviously a fluke, she thought you were me! Honey, you decide, which one of us won?” Taehyung whined then looked down at Honey who pursed her lips. She looked at Taehyung then back to Namjoon before exhaling sharply and pulling the bundle of covers over their bodies.

“In all honesty, I think I’m the real winner here,” she chuckled and closed her eyes “G’night boys!”

“Honey, that’s not what I asked! — You have to answer” They overlapped with complaints but their whining fell on deaf ears. Honey knew that if she actually did answer it would only give them another reason to fight and she was enjoying the streak of peace they’d been having lately. In lieu of an answer she silently pulled Namjoon backwards along with her as she nestled against Taehyung’s chest and kissed them each on the cheek before settling in to sleep.

There was always tomorrow, and she was sure they would find something new to disagree on then.

#ficswithluv #bts fic #bts smut #taehyung smut #rm smut #rm fic #v fic #bts scenarios #bts x woc #bngtanah #h.o.t

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