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c-cobweb · 25 days ago

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𝓓addy’s girl ⋮ evan peters

ᡣ𐭩 . warnings ᯓ +18 mdni!, girldad!evan, fluff, smut, breeding k!nk (kinda), dirty talk, overstimulation, manhandling. a/n ᯓ sorry for the inactivity! also english is not my first language.

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Evan sighed when he entered his home, taking off his shoes and hanging his coat on the coat rack was when he heard some small steps running through the house until they reached him.

“Daddy!" Said little Amelia hugging his leg, to which Evan smiled and bent down to lift her in his arms.

“Amelia! How many times do I have to tTaking off his shoes and hanging his coat on the coat rack was whenched your husband and daughter, your bad mood went away when you saw the adorable scene of both hugging each other. "Hello honey" You greeted Evan with a small kiss on the lips, to which the little girl made a disgusted face, making you both laugh.

The clock marked 11:30pm, Amelia's bedtime had already passed but as usual she wanted to wait for her father to wrap her up before sleeping.

“Okay, little lady,” The man left his daughter on the floor again, she looked at him with her big, brown eyes. "It's time to go to sleep"

Without question, the little girl ran to her room to put on her pyjamas and wait for Evan to tell her a story so she could sleep.

Once Amelia entered her room, it didn't take you long to hug your husband, hiding your face in his neck. "Did you miss me?" He asked in a mocking tone. "Just a little bit" You answered in the same way.

You could feel the small laugh that he let out vibrate in his chest and then the kiss he left on your head. "Daddy, I want you to read me a story before going to sleep!" Your daughter's little voice was heard from her room.

Evan sighed and laughed lightly, grabbing you by the hips and separated you from him slightly. "Our little princess claims me," he said, then kissed your forehead and passed by your side to go to Amelia's room.

You went behind your husband going up the stairs to go to your shared room, once inside you closed the door and began to undress to put on your sleepwear and be able to get between the sheets of your bed.

You grabbed the book you were reading from the bedside table and began to read quietly, listening to the murmur of Evan's voice telling Amelia his favourite story through the wall.

Several minutes passed until the door of the room opened for Evan to enter with a tired face, you just looked at him and smiled at each other before continuing with what each one was doing; him putting on his pyjamas and you reading.

After Evan put on his pyjamas, he got between the sheets with you, taking the book from your hands and leaving it back on the bedside table without bothering to put on the bookmark. You complained slightly but he silenced you with a kiss.

“You know, I've been thinking," he said over your lips and then put them back together with his. "I think we should give Amelia a little sibling" He continued as he lowered his kisses to your neck and his hands passed from your hips to your ass, bringing you closer to his body.

“Like, now?” You asked entangling your fingers in his brown curls and stretching slightly from them, receiving a sound of affirmation from Evan.

“Yes, what do you think?" He asked to confirm while gently biting your pulse point, receiving a moan in response.

Evan didn't take long to get on top of you, making his way through your legs with his big hands. His lips searched for yours in an anxious but sweet kiss to which you gladly reciprocated.

His cold hands made contact with your skin when they slipped under your — his — shirt to sleep, he climbed this one up to top of your breasts and grabbed them gently, caressing your stinging nipples with his thumbs. “I can’t wait for you to be a mom again, mom of my babies”

Evan's hands pulled your panties until they broke, getting a gasp from you when the cold air hit your wet centre. “Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, yes please” You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into his shirt while you felt how his member made its way through your hot walls.

Once he bottomed out you let out a big high-pitched moan, he quickly covered your mouth with his big hand and whispered in your ear: “Shh, calm down. We don’t want our little one to wake up, right?”

You denied with your head as you closed your eyes when you felt how your husband began to move inside you at a slow and torturous pace. Evan removed his hand from your mouth once he saw that you controlled your moans and lowered it towards one of your breasts, starting to play with your nipple watching how your face turned into one of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you are so tight” He growled in your ear while accelerating his thrusts, with each the tip of his member kissing your cervix.

Your inner walls clung to Evan's cock, making him gasp low in your ear and his hands squeezed your body harder, leaving red marks where his fingers were.

Your arms went around his neck to attract him more to you and be able to kiss him, your tongues joined in a sinful dance that he always took advantage of. While one of his hands went down to your centre to gently caress your clit. "I can feel it, you're going to cum soon, right?" Evan whispers on your lips with a big mischievous smile. "Do it, honey. Cum on my cock"

It only took a couple more lunges and a few caresses to your clit for you to cum, wetting it with your sweet nectar. "Oh God, Evan"

He kissed you again, swallowing your whines and pants. He sat on his knees and grabbed you tightly by the hips to sit on him and start moving your body over his.

“Now it's my turn, are you ready?" He asked leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek that contrasted with his words and actions. "I'm going to mark you out again, I'm going to knock you out again. Paint your insides white" His words made you let out little cries of pleasure, overstimulation disqualified you and turned you into a rag doll so that he could handle you as he wanted.

A few minutes passed and he held you firmly against his body, you felt his member pulsating inside you and then felt how hot strips of semen flooded you inside.

You both stayed like this for a few seconds, coming down from the cloud you were in and trying to recover your breaths. "I'm so full of you" You said in a whisper while hiding your face on his shoulder.

Once Evan stabilised, he cHe replied, leaving a kiss on your forehead.he bed, he got up and went to the bathroom in your room to look for a wet towel and be able to clean you.

When he came back and you were both already clean, he lay down next to you hugging you and covering you both with the thin white sheet of your bed. "I love you, Evan" You whispered before closing your eyes and succumbing to sleep.

“I love you too, my love” Contestó el dejando un beso en tu frente.

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maneskinwh0re · 8 months ago

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“you want me to break you.” ~ fem loki laufeyson x fem reader

one shot, smut, 18+

this is porn with a plot. freak level 100. 3.4k words. yes, i’m ovulating. cw: 18+ dom!loki, fem!loki, loki x reader, begging, edging, teasing, embarrassment k!nk, knife play, cuffs, blood, praise, degradation, punishment kink, semi-public sex

read at your own risk babes. first time writing smut and my hormones did not hold back !! idk if i like this or not lol but i have more in the works xo

“tear you apart” by ‘she wants revenge’ while you read >:)

cred to loki concept artists - got these pics from insta and pinterest like a year ago

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location: asgard

you pace the golden palace halls as you wait for thor and the warrior’s three to return. it’s been a few hours now, and your mission is only a simple weapons transfer across realms. once everything is in order, you plan to return to midgard, aka earth, and assist the avengers in whatever is next on the heroes’ roster. the sun has set and multiple asgardian moons are shining bright lights across the galaxy’s sky.

the sound of light steps echo the hallway as you walk, until you decide to lean against one of the wide, golden pillars that reach up to the high ceiling. with a heavy sigh, you close your eyes for a moment, wondering how much longer thor is going to take in the council meeting. when you open your eyes, thor’s sibling is staring at you only a few yards away, leaning on an opposing pillar. your startled gasp made her smirk, her emerald green eyes never leaving yours.

loki has heard stories of the midgardian avenger, often by eavesdropping on thor’s babbles of his “heroic adventures.” and you’ve heard stories of her, but often spoke with negative qualities through tony stark’s gritted teeth. you have never seen the goddess in person. her dark hair falls on her shoulders and a dark green corset hugs her hourglass figure. she wears black pants and tall black boots that reach her thighs. a fluffy, light-gray coat drapes over her while the tall horns on her golden helmet curve upward. she definitely looks like a goddess, but you internally curse yourself for the thoughts you have of the villain.

she slowly toys with a dagger in one of her slender hands until she finally speaks.“hello, mortal,” her voice is smooth, fit for a princess.

“loki,” you nod, crossing your arms over your chest. you know you shouldn’t be conversing with her. hopefully she’ll leave you alone if you ignore her gaze long enough.

loki sees your ignorance to be a challenge, of course, so she walks closer. “may i ask what you’re doing in asgard?” her tone is sweet as she raises an eyebrow curiously.

you inhale slowly as you think of a response. how much does she know?how much should she know? you assume not much and that you should keep it that way.

keeping it vague, you reply, “um, well…i’m here for a mission, under the avengers initiative.”

loki smiles sweetly as she stops in front of you. “mission? avengers initiative? oh my, how cute.”

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach over loki’s closeness. “it’s classified.”

“classified?” loki hums, looking down at you. “do you wish to tell me more? i’m very curious, y/n. just between the both of us, of course…” she leans closer, putting the dagger she was playing with in her thigh holster in order to give you her undivided attention.

“i’m terribly sorry, your majesty,” you reply in a sarcastic tone, smoothing out the fabric of your black training suit. “but i’m afraid i cannot disclose any more information.” you straighten your posture against the pillar and find some enjoyment as you tease loki. “not unless i could get…something in return.”

she thinks to herself with a smirk, then raises an eyebrow. “ah, something in return? what is this something that you expect me to give you, mortal?”

“again,” you whisper, looking her up and down. “classified.”

“you know, mortal, it’s really unfair if you don’t tell me anything whilst i’m standing here with such curiosity. i want to know,” she leans in closer, her lips brushing your ear. “what is this classified information you are hiding from me, darling?”

you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of loki’s cold breath on your ear and neck, her scent of rain and oak filling your nose. she pulls back as her hand moves to your chin and turns your face to look up at her. your eyes flick open as she forces you to look up into her dominant gaze.

“it’s not worth your valued time, your majesty,” you breathe, speaking honestly. “only a weaponry transfer across realms. nothing more.”

loki’s fingers slowly move down to the zipper on the front of your skin-tight black suit. “nothing more? what if we make this mission a little more personal?” she asks flirtatiously as her hand begins to pull at the end of the zipper.

a moment of clarity hits as you realize you are both still in the open hallway. your lips part as you breathe heavily, grabbing loki’s hand to pause her movement. you look left and right, searching for any working guards or wandering civilians.

“what if someone-” you begin to ask worriedly until loki backs you behind another nearby pillar.

“that is why you’re going to be quiet for me,” loki whispers against your neck, her free hand beginning to roam. “no one will see you but me.”

she continues to try to unzip your suit, ignoring your hand lingering on the back of hers as her fingertips brush against your skin. “you need to be a good girl for me and let me unzip it…”

you start to focus on your breathing once again. you keep your hand on loki’s wrist but your resistance lightens, allowing her to move your suit’s zipper lower until the fabric falls slightly off your shoulder. loki’s fingers and thumb brush against your bare skin under the suit, teasing you until her lips coat light kisses across your collarbone.

“good girl…let me undress you, darling. you’re mine after all.”

a soft whimper escapes your lips as you allow her to remove your black suit. she helps guide your arms out of the sleeves and lets the top half of the suit roll down to your hips. a shiver runs up your spine as the cold night air hits your skin. loki’s gaze darkens as her hungry eyes lower to your breasts.

“gods, you’re so beautiful…,” she praises as her hands caress your thighs and slowly work their way up your torso. “yet so fragile. i could break you in half.”

“then do so,” your voice shakes as your hands tangle in loki’s dark hair, tugging on it slightly. “break me, princess.”

something inside loki snaps instantly as soon as those three needy words leave your mouth. she pushes herself against you as her lips latch to yours in a passionate kiss, gentle and warm at first, until her tongue enters your mouth as her hands travel up and down your thighs, squeezing them tightly. after a few moments, she starts biting and pulling at your bottom lip with her teeth.

the way loki kisses you brings up a moan from the back of your throat, a sound that only drives her crazier. her lips leave yours and you immediately try to catch your breath. she then bites down on your neck, leaving marks and hickeys that will only darken in time. you feel a drowsy heaviness pull your head back, resting against the pillar as loki pants into the nape of your neck.

your hand trails up loki’s arm and shoulder until you reach one of the horns on her golden helmet. you tug on one of the horns, subconsciously trying to pull her head downward for a moment before you realize what you’re doing.

“y/n,” loki warns, biting harder as one hand grips your waist and the other pulls your right thigh up to her side. she presses her hips against yours, grinding hard as she resumes suffocating you with open-mouthed kisses. your body tenses at the pressure, moving your hips in hopes to find more friction.

“loki…please,” you groan as soon as her tongue temporarily leaves your mouth. your fingers tug at her green and gold armor, craving her body even if that means you’d have to pry every layer of her clothing off yourself.

loki lets you move and squirm, all while still holding your right thigh against her left hip. she slips her free hand under your suit to start rubbing slow circles on your clit through the silky fabric of your underwear, bringing another whimper from your mouth.

“you want me to break you?” loki whispers into your ear, continuing the many pecks and bites to your neck. she sucks slightly on your collarbone until your nails are practically digging into her corseted waist. “such a naughty girl. let me punish you…”

you can feel yourself grow wetter with every filthy word that leaves her lips. you look up into her eyes and nod as a consensual gesture for her to be rougher with you, not being able to wait any longer.

“punish me, loki…please.”

“that’s it, darling,” she lowers your thigh as she kisses down your body until she is kneeling in front of you, her hands caressing every one of your curves as she moves. she then roughly pulls the rest of your suit down your legs until it pools at your ankles. her thumb resumes the achingly slow movements to your clit through your underwear as her fingers press against the dampening fabric covering your vagina.

“f-fuck,” you curse as both your hands grip the horns on loki’s helmet, using it to stable your legs’ weakening balance.

“easy, dear,” she says. “watch that pretty mouth of yours, or i’ll put it to good use.”

“i…” you breathe, trying to form an argument back, but loki’s thumb starts to move faster before you can think to stop yourself from cursing again. “oh- fuck!”

“ah, you little brat.”

she then quickly rips off your panties and stands up abruptly. she grabs your jaw and forces two fingers into your mouth. you don’t hesitate to shamelessly suck on her fingers. they’re in for only a moment before she pulls them out and wets her thumb with her own tongue. she then lowers her hand and you feel those same two fingers being pushed inside your wet cunt.

a pained yell escapes your mouth until it’s muffled by her free hand. her thumb resumes rubbing circles on your clit at a quicker pace than before, helping the ache turn to painful pleasure.

“shh, remember what i told you, hm? i said you need to be quiet for me,” loki shushes you. your legs are already struggling to support your body while the knot in your stomach grows.

your whimpers and moans are muffled by loki’s slender hand, forcing you to control your breathing through your nose. her thick gold rings are cold against your cheeks. both your hands grip her wrist, inhaling and exhaling unsteadily as your eyes catch the dagger sheathed in her thigh holster. when loki realizes what you’re looking at, she pauses her movements with a smirk and pins both of your wrists to the pillar above your head, not even bothering to wipe or suck your juices off her fingers. you let out a frustrated groan over your delayed release and squeeze your thighs together, feeling embarrassed on how loki caught onto what you were eyeing.

“how cute,” she whispers against your lips, her taunting tone and cold breath flowing into your open mouth. “is that how you want to get punished, my adorable slut?”

you press your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering again, only having the ability to nod in response. loki moves her fingers down to the holster and removes the knife. she then brings it up to your throat and presses the side of the blade against it. the threat is somehow arousing in a way you have never felt before. you wonder how far you’re willing to go. then wonder how far the villain is willing to go…

“do it, then,” you say with a challenging tone and a raised brow, half confident that loki is bluffing. part of you hopes she isn’t. “you won’t, princess.”

“oh, yeah?” loki looks playfully offended, tilting her head to the side as she studies your nervous breaths. her lips form a sly smirk on her face as she trails the cold blade down, past her leftover bite marks and down to your chest. she presses the blade against your skin harder, not quite drawing blood, but definitely causing enough pain for you to try to maneuver yourself away. “how about i carve the letters of my name right here across your breasts, you little brat?”

you suck your teeth as the pain grows. you squirm in loki’s grasp and lick your lips. “once again,” you chuckle softly and smirk back up at her. if you are going to do this, part of the fun is the fight. “you won’t do it.”

loki’s lips form a slightly cruel smile. a thin, red line appears on your skin, causing you to hiss out a groan. the pain doesn’t get any easier as you feel a bit of warm blood trickle down your breast before another line is slowly carved, creating an “L” shape on your lower chest. loki goes to continue the three remaining letters, but your struggle to stay still makes her pause. she uses her magic to create green, transparent restraints out of thin air, keeping your wrists pinned to the pillar before teasingly pressing the tip of the blade to the center of your sternum.

“is that all the punishment you can handle for now, little brat? are you gonna stay still for me now?” loki lifts your chin with the end of the dagger, watching you find the strength to nod and recover slowly. you try to ignore the painful reality carved into the skin of your breast. while you don’t yet regret challenging loki’s bluff, it still hurts like hell—like a good hurt…for now at least. you nod in answer to loki’s question before looking at her lips. she reads your expression, understands your nonverbal request, and willingly gives herself to you.

she hums into the kiss, a moan following shortly after as you lift a knee and push it up between her legs. her tongue enters the kiss as she throws the dagger aside, the clattering noise loudly echoing through the hallway. both of her pale hands cup your face, expressing how gentle she now wants to treat your fragile body.

you try to move your arms to hold her closer, caress her curves, tangle your fingers in her hair—anything, but you can only tug at the restraints created by her witchcraft abilities. “lo…,” you pant between kisses in her grasp.

loki notices, but doesn't care. she continues to enjoy caressing your face and body for a few more moments. her hands finally travel lower until her damp fingers reach your sensitive nerves, your aching cunt still craving the delayed orgasm from earlier.

“beg for it,” she coos as her fingers tease your entrance, coating her digits with your wetness.

“loki,” you protest, bucking your hips up slightly in hopes for resumed friction.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” loki’s tone is stern. her free hand squeezes one of your breasts and pinches your nipple, bringing another pained moan from the depths of your throat. you felt so weak already, but loki intends to fuck you as long as you can still stand.

“please, princess. i…i’m begging you. p-please,” you whimper, your back arching against the golden pillar as you continue to squirm under loki’s teasing grasp.

loki grins at the sound of your little whimpers and begs as her thumb adds pressure to your clit. “don��t you dare move now, darling, not until your princess decides you can cum. you understand?”

“yes, lo…” you gasp as she pushes two fingers into your wet cunt. you so badly want to continue to squirm and beg, but you know better now to follow commands to stay still and quiet. your chest unsteadily heaving up and down is the only movement loki allows as her digits pump in and out of you at a slow pace. “m-more…”

her smirk widens at your stuttered request, moving her fingers faster as her mouth reconnects with yours, swallowing every whorish sound you make as she fucks you. your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw locks, trying not to hiss curses through clenched teeth. your faint words are stuttered between soft, breathy moans. “loki…oh, god- i…i’m-”

“i know, my dear. i’m right here. gods, you feel so good wrapped around my fingers…just in a panting mess like this,” loki whispers seductively as her fingers continue to move faster and faster. she kisses the skin beneath your ear between praises. her grip on your breast tightens as she presses her body against you. her pace is perfect. it is all too much, yet not enough.

loki’s lips kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear. “cum for me, darling…”

her thumb presses hard against your clit, and at her words, your body follows her command. the tightness in your abdomen unknots as you release a high-pitched moan that causes a greater effect on loki than you know. she is practically soaked from watching your pleasured reactions. she does not rush you to open your thighs as you ride out your orgasm against her palm. she enjoys the feeling of her hand trapped between them…as well as the thought of what it would be like for her face to be in her hand’s place instead. her kisses are gentle and slow, finding a steady rhythm to allow you breaks in between to catch your breath.

“you’re such a good girl. doing exactly what she’s told.”

the restraints above your head fade away, and you practically melt into loki’s arms. your head feels as light as a feather and every nerve in your body is relaxed. you feel loki’s palm on your breast, resting over the “L” she cut into your skin. a comfortable silence falls between you two as you lazily wonder why her hand is subtly glowing. you know you will never be able to explain how she heals you, even as you watch the tingly green magic flowing from her palm into your sore muscles. once she removes her hand, it’s like there is no trace of the injury, to the point where you almost ask if it was ever there. loki brushes a strand of hair away from your face and kisses the bridge of your nose. with a single motion of her fingers, your black training suit is rolling up until it is snug on your body, with no trace of her hungry hands pulling at the fabric minutes prior.

as if on cue, you hear the double doors at the end of the hall open, making an unmistakable creaking sound notifying you the council meeting is over. stomping noises of guards lined in pairs and the confident voice of thor reverbs off the walls, causing you and the goddess to shrink further behind the wide golden pillar.

as you smooth out your hair, she adjusts her helmet and attempts to play with the small weapons in your belt. you swat her hand away as thor, odin, and rows of asgardian keepers pass by, sounds of their armor clanging and clashing.

thor’s words boom above all the noise to instruct a young palace maid to fetch you from your chambers, where you’ve supposedly been told to wait during the meeting. steps at the volume of a mouse scurry off towards the direction of your quarters.

as soon as all footsteps recede, loki’s arms wrap around your waist from behind and cling tight, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“surely, you’re not leaving for midgard now. are you, darling?” she pouts.

you chuckle for a moment until you realize she is serious. “i do have to go, princess.”

“and there is no way i could…convince you to stay?” she purrs, nibbling at your ear.

“i know you could, and that’s why i need to leave now before you get the chance,” your voice is soft and teasing. “but if there is another…weaponry transfer…i’ll make sure to travel along.”

the goddess of mischief reads your honest facial expression and kisses you. a gentle goodbye.

“that’s my good girl.”

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as much time as i spent working on this…i don’t like it >:(

my wife deserves better smut than this smh

requests are open babes <3

-bee xx

#bee #maneskinwh0re #lesbian #fem loki #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki series #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu loki #marvel mcu

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da-rulah · 1 year ago

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Hi! I’m new to ur acc bc I’m not on here a lot but I have a request..a uhm..sinful request 😀 do u think u can make a story (I’m a boomer at tumblr pls don’t come after me 😭) or smth abt the papas and their k!nks with the reader ? <3 I love ur confessional series btw !! 🖤

Aww thank you my lovely! I'm so glad you enjoyed Confessional! Your wish is my command...

18+, Minors DNI! For any and all genders.

Primo

Primo is a very respectful lover, and out of all of the Emeritus clan, the most vanilla.

But do not be mistaken... that doesn't mean he is just vanilla.

This man is a body worshipper. Every inch, every little bit of flesh he can kiss, suckle, nibble...

The man has a praise kink, but GIVING praise. He will constantly tell you how good you are, how soft you feel, how much he adores you, how good you make him feel.

Sensory deprivation. Not in a power play kind of way, in a "this will heighten your experience, cara mio," kind of way.

High heels. He just... loves you in them. The way they make your legs look longer, so pretty...

Scent kink. Man will be between your legs and taking the deepest breaths...

Cum eating. Cum swapping. Cumming on you. Cumming in you. Just CUM.

Secondo

Everyone thinks he's the filthiest little sadist, but I'm not sure he's the worst of the Papas...

Secondo is into voyeurism, and bonus points if he's watching you with another sibling of sin. (He especially loves it when you're both on your knees for him, sharing his dick)

And with his voyeurism kink, comes an exhibitionism kink. He'll let anyone watch, as long as you're into it too. And it's a strictly look, but do not touch what's his policy.

Bondage. Specifically, shibari. This man loves ropes, loves the pretty little harnesses he can put you into, strapping your limbs together to keep you pliable to him.

He doesn't mind some leather here and there too...

Pain. He likes to administer, likes to receive (sometimes...). Spanking and whips, but he's into some cock-stepping too.

With him, it's a fight for dominance. He'll growl at you and fight you back but he still takes the pain, likes the fight...

Claws. Down. His. Back.

Bite him. See what happens.

Terzo

Everything is a power play. Everything...

He's either completely dominant, or completely submissive. No inbetween.

Food kink. This man likes to feed, likes to indulge... He'll share food from his mouth to yours, he'll spit wine into your mouth, he'll smother you in the sweetest confectionaries. (inspired by @angellayercake's feeding Terzo fic... still not over it.)

As a dom, he's completely sadistic. BDSM? Yes. Going so far as to have a knife kink, even.

I said Secondo wasn't the worst of the papas...

In the same breath, when he's the sub, he is a subby little baby.

BRAT.

He's happy to give you the power, but he's not gonna make it easy for you...

This is a man who's gonna need restraining if you want to get anything done. And he wouldn't mind that...

Punishment. Chastity cages, cock slapping, spanking. He'll let you, and he'll thank you for it.

Copia

Oral. Giving. He loves to receive, of course he does, but to give it? Sathanas...

When he was Cardinal, he was certainly less confident and would prefer you took the reigns.

P R A I S E. We all know why...

He needs to know you're enjoying yourself, he needs to know he's doing it right, making you feel good...

Tickle that fucking taint.

He loves a good prostate massage. Hell, he'll even ask you to rim him, peg him, just make him lose himself.

As Papa, his confidence grew, and domming is not so difficult anymore. Mostly because he feels like it's his role now, and he should be, but he enjoys how powerful it makes him feel.

He will still want you to peg him.

Mild sensory deprivation.

TOYS. Oh my god, he loves toys. He loves using a wand on you, he loves watching you fall apart. He'll give you vibrating panties to wear through the day... But also, ride him with a prostate massager in? Oh my god, he's PUTTY in your hands.

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scarefox · 2 years ago

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3 damn good recent BL dramas that are criminally underrated for some reason ???

Bed Friend (finished): friends with benefits with feelings to lovers, coworker relationship, secret relationship, hurt & comfort, sass, humor, high heat, humor, trauma healing, coping, PTSD, consent & k!nk negotiation, mental health & sex ed discussion (tw: child abuse, sexual harassment, attempted rape) [the serious topics get handled well]

Step by Step (ongoing): boss x employee, office work life (realistic), probably secret relationship, age gap, tension & mutual pining, coworker relationship (side couple), love triangle, clingy ex, maybe some heat since it’s 1 8 + idk

La Pluie (ongoing): soulmates, temporary deafness where you only hear your soulmate, writer-cat-dad x vet, bonus point for many rainy scenes, humor, high heat according to the trailer 🤷‍♂️, perhaps rivals to lovers (side couple), misunderstandings, lovely sassy siblings

(all 3 are 1 8 + actually)

#my lame attempt to lure more people in we need more folks in the tags #i srsly don't know why only a hand full people watch them #I mean I get that BF has hard topics not everybody can deal with #but they are all so good and new and fresh and unique not high school BLs #bl drama #bl dramas #bed friend the series #step by step the series #la pluie the series #writing this while tired #why is it already 3am

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snoople-boop · 7 months ago

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Fandom Oneshots: Sophie In Wonderland (The Walten Files)

This was requested by TheGrimRead3r on A03. If you want to request me anything let me know (keep your fetisheize to yourself and don't request me any weird shit. Your gonna get blocked if you do)

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She remembers what happened at Bunnyfarm... Everyone else that got hurt including her own family

A white man was next to her and scared her. Sophie is haunted by memories of Bunnyfarm, where so many people were killed, including her own family. She is startled by the appearance of a mysterious white man, and it triggers her fear. "Who are you?" Sophie said, Bon got close to her and leaned forward "my n am e is B on" he said "I do n't t hi nk we've me t be fore" "Bon" said "b ut" he trailed off "yo ur moth er said so mu ch abo t you" Bob tried to to place his hand on her check and backed away Sophie remains alert and doesn't let "Bon" get too close. She looks puzzled as he trails off, and says, "My mother did?" "Bon" tries to place his hand on her cheek, but she pulls away. "Y es". She seems surprised with Bon's assertion, and doesn't quite believe him. "What did she say?" She asks. Bon gets a little closer and tries to place his hand on her cheek again, but she pulls away just like before. This time, he doesn't try to stop her. "T hat y ou we r e specia l, tha t y ou wer e her on ly chi ld." Bon says gently.

She glared at "Bon" "I had two other siblings, Edd and Molly, I was never an only child" "I th in k she me ant tha t y ou wer e her specia l chi ld." "Bon" says sympathetically. "She loved you ve ry, ve ry mu ch." Sophie remains silent, taking in "Bon's" words. A hint of sadness crosses her face as she remembers her family. "My mother loved me very much..." she repeats softly.

"Bon" tries to grab Sophie's hand while she resists. He seems to be trying to gain her trust, but she's not letting him get close to her. "Le t me ta ke yo u to h er," "Bon" says earnestly once again, "S he wa nts to se e y ou"

He makes one more attempt to grab her hand, but she pulls away again. "Wait..." Sophie says once more, "Your name sounds familiar..." "My n ame is no t Im porta nt r igh t no w de ar" "Bon" said as he looked at her "yo ur m o ther is wor ried" Sophie looked at him "who are you"

"Bon's" voice had a certain kindness to it, but even so, something about him made Sophie feel uneasy. She tried to pull her hand away again, but Bon grabbed it before she could. "Do n't be af raid," he said softly, "I'm n ot goi ng to hu rt y ou."

"Why should I trust you?" Sophie said with a mixture of anger and fear in her voice, "I don't even know who you are." "I'm j ust he re to he lp," Bon said gently, "Yo ur mo th er se nt me to fin d y ou. S he wa nts u s to go ba ck-"

She looked back at "Bon" and he turned into the rabbit from Bunnyfarm

"-S he wa nts to s ee y ou."

Sophie recoiled in fear as "Bon" transforms into the dreaded rabbit from Bunnyfarm. The memories of that fateful incident came flooding back, and she felt the same terror she felt that day. But a creeping doubt began to set in, could this actually be true? Could her mother actually be alive? Or was this some sort of sick, twisted joke? "You- you killed innocent people including my mother, why!" The rabbit remained silent, not willing to respond to Sophie's accusations. He just stared at her, his face conveying no emotion whatsoever. It was as if he was waiting for her to make the next move. Sophie was shaking with anger and fear, her heart racing and her body aching from the adrenaline. In a moment of rage, she lunged forward to attack the rabbit, but he ducked out of the way easily and quickly. "Oh S oph ie" Bon said

Sophie froze, hearing her name in the rabbit's voice. Something about it sent chills down her spine. "H-how do you know my name?" She asked, her voice shaky with fear. The rabbit didn't respond, just smiled back at her chillingly. The rabbit took a step towards her, his sharp teeth and piercing eyes making her recoil in fear. "I kn ow a l ot of th ings, my de ar." He said, his voice menacingly calm. Sophie felt trapped, like a deer in the headlights. "D on't be afr aid," The rabbit continued, "I'm not go ing to h urt yo u..."

Sophie stayed frozen. She was terrified, but the rabbit's tone made her feel slightly emboldened. Maybe she could reason with him, or at least figure out what he wanted. "What do you want from me?" She asked, her voice still trembling. "J ust to s ee yo ur m oth er." The rabbit calmly replied, "Sh e wa nts to s ee yo u to o, and s he's wa itin g for yo u." People with masks came into view, a sheep, a clown, a purple rabbit, and a musician "a re n't th ey bea utif ul So ph ie" Sophie felt her heart sink as the masks appeared, knowing that those were the faces of the other victims of Bunnyfarm. It was a horrifying sight, and reminded her of their tragic fates. She wanted to look away, but at the same time she couldn't help but stare at the masks. "Why are you showing me this?" She asked the rabbit.

"Y ou ca n't make an om elett e, wit ho ut br eak ing a f ew eg gs" "Bon" said as he grabbed her arm, Sophie flinched in pain as Bon grabbed her arm, but she didn't try to pull away. She didn't want to make him angry. "What do you mean?" She asked nervously. Sophie struggled to understand what Bon was saying. She wanted to fight back, but he had a firm grip on her arm. And before she knew it, she was surrounded by the masks - the other victims of Bunnyfarm. The sight of the masks triggered a wave of anger within her, and she tried to pull away from Bon's grip again, but he wouldn't let go. She pulled hard, but he held fast and she just couldn't get free.

In a sudden burst of anger, Sophie twisted her arm hard, causing Bon to let go. She swung at Bon, but he was quick and dodged just in time. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm again, but this time she was prepared. She kicked Bon in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him and allowing her to spin away. Sophie stood her ground, determined to fight. She glared at Bon, waiting for his next move. Bon stared back at her, his expression unchanged. He lunged again, this time in a lower stance. He got close quickly, looking to grab her again. Sophie saw this coming and stepped back quickly, dodging his grab and landing another powerful kick to his stomach. Bon backed away, not wanting to get within kicking range again. He held his arms out wide, inviting her to come at him. Sophie saw this as a challenge and charged forward, swinging a powerful punch at his face. Bon saw this coming and caught her punch, flipping her onto her back and slamming her hard onto the ground.

"My h ead, m y rul es" "Bon" said then he twisted her arm causing her to yell "wh at a p ity" he said then dropped her "I th oug ht you wo uld be mor e of a fi ght" Sophie moaned in pain as her arm was twisted, her body aching from the pain of the fall. She couldn't move her arm at all, it sounded like it was broken. She glared at Bon with a mixture of anger and fear, waiting for whatever he would do with her next. "Yo u're mu ch we ak er th an I thoug ht." Bon said with a cold, calm, and almost amused tone. "I th ough t yo u'd pu t up a b igge r fi ght, bu t, y ou ca n't eve n mov e yo ur ar m no w" He said, as he stood over her. "Wh ere's you r stre ng th, S oph ie?" He mocked. Sophie groaned as her arm ached severely, causing her to feel even more anger. She glared up at Bon, and even though she couldn't move her arm, she still wanted to fight back. Sophie screamed in pain as Bon's foot was pressed firmly against her back, pinning her down to the ground. She was powerless and couldn't move a single inch. She was scared, wondering what Bon was doing and what he was going to do to her next.

"P oor litt le Sop hie" Bon said "yo u ca n't eve n fi ght" Sophie screamed when she felt her back snap, the pain of it was like nothing she had ever felt before. She wailed in agony and couldn't move, unable to do anything to stop it. Bon kept his foot planted on her back, preventing her from moving in any way. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't move a single inch. The agony of her back was so immense that it made her unable to think or speak, she couldn't even form a complete sentence. Bon walked away from what he did and left Sophie there to slowly rot

#the walten files fanfiction #twf #the walten files

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 3 years ago

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IPK Rewatch: EP 01; the fateful night

ah the first look! the first impressions and the first introductions. it's interesting how the first snapshot after introducing us to Lucknow is of the Guptas. While both the families belong from the same city, it's now after 14 years that Arnav is at the point to take what is rightfully his, that Khushi breaks past the gates of his shell.

I love that bua ji's, the fiercely protective guardian of the two girls later onwards entrusted with their responsibility when they are sent to Delhi with her is the one introducing us to whose day it'll be.

"arre khushi ka mawqa hai!"

one of my favourite things about ipkknd were the possibly double meaning of dialogues. of course, it's a blissful and happy day for the daughter of the house is about to get married but today also marks the day where Arnav think he's won from his past. He is unaware that Khushi or happiness will come knocking at his door in span of few hours. Khushi is unaware that the turmoil her recklessness will pull through will lead to her, and her sister's best decisions of life.

Khushi's introductory dialogues reveal that despite being nervous she doesn't shy away from doing whatever she thinks is 'right'. I've always maintained that Khushi's moral compass is driven from the understanding of morality but whether whatever decision she makes will make the person she's doing that particular action for or from happy or sad. Right now, the shop being mortgage is going to take all of Guptas' assets and savings away. It'll also endanger her sister's happiness if the demand for dowry doesn't stop. While Khushi is right, as we know Shashi assures her afterwards, her going behind everyone to fix the situation herself isn't. These actions establish a running theme with Khushi's character. She is the definition of chaos and regardless of her intentions, things do tend to explode a lot in her face.

Also Payal's character's demure and ever-pleasing nature is established from the get go. While Bua ji is singing for her outside, she is worried about Khushi and her father instead of enjoying. The stoic tendency to please others and care for others before observing her own happiness stands out however her ability to go along until someone else takes the first step also shows her status as the elder daughter, whose often lauded as the perfect daughter of the house taking play.

The first look of Khushi, we see her eyes.

The eyes have a big role to play with both Arnav and Khushi, and to see the clarity and courage in Khushi's eyes from the first instance is just a beautiful directorial decision.

I also love Khushi's face reveal just as she is justifying her actions and revealing the same to Devi Ma. This is Devi Mayyian's child. Her absolute favourite and the closet confidant before Payal for Khushi! Sanaya looked absolutely ethereal in the first episode. The lengha is beautiful, the subdued green with pink with gota all over suits Khushi. Her switching out her khussas for tennis shoes few seconds earlier showing the unconventionality she doesn't shy away from. My only qualm is the amount of bronzer they put on Sanaya's face. (cough cough *colorism*)

Again with Khushi's moral compass, she wouldn't have stolen the milk man bike along with milk crates on the side if she actually took decisions which she thought through. Milk symbolises fertility and abundance blessed from gods. Khushi running away with stolen milk is a good use of metaphors in direction with Khushi being the force of change for everyone around her. Today in particular with Payal and Arnav's life. Also, 20,000 rs is symbolise the how the universe is shifting for the Guptas at least in the beginning. 20 being the universal number of harmony, balance and blessings and adding 0s to it which symbolise a divine journey. Three zeros simplify the divine journey Khushi has set out on and taken others along with her. The journey starting with loss will one day end with the gains Guptas didn't ever dream about. These little details were what pulled me into the script the first time around and seeing it repeat reinforces for me at least that I am glad to have been on this journey of Khushi and Arnav's from day one. (I started watching around the teej episodes).

Shashi's red kurta, I think at one point Shyam and NK both wore this during A & K's marriage. The recycling of wardrobes.

Shashi and Garima's conversation reveal the compliance that comes with being a woman in society and is understood by perhaps Garima and Bua ji. Shashi on the other hand might give into the norms, is also someone who stands against the injustices practiced in name of tradition and I love him for it! I really wish we had seen him recover before the show ended. A conversation between him and Arnav would've been heartwarming to witness since they both seem to align on their moral perspective of the world to an extent.

I know they try to tell us Khushi is around early adult years like 18, I really thought she passed as someone who was 21 and 22 through mannerism and with the bday tracks, I'm using that age as cannon.

We finally have the entry of our rakhshas urf rajkummar

I love the shot of Khushi's motorcycle leaving the gates and stopping at the signal for the chopper to fly over and her being the only one to look up in the shot.

Ah ASR, Arnav Singh Raizada. He oozes arrogance, attitude, entitlement, purpose, and luxury. This is not an ordinary man and makes sure everyone around him remembers that. Of courses betiya didn't care about any. of it and that wasn't okay, at all!

With the first pap question we already know the this man has an established reputation of being hard to reach, of being mysterious, and making calculated decisions which leave others stumped in light of his age and experience. The second and third follow up are questions are just as enthralling. This is one of the most eligible bachelors and not many know much about his personal life. His mysteriously magnetic persona also begs answers to know why they're exceptions in him making a presence at events he is hosting in smaller cities of the country. All these questions and he answers nothing. Just calmly walks past. But we get hints. There's a past. A haunting one with a broken marriage, death, and a mother.

"Hum usoolon ke bare pakke hain!"

"Usooloon se somjhota nahi karte!"

ah chacha ji! where else do we go on to hear these lines from? Dadi ji. How ironic that a woman and her son taking pride in their ability to stick to rules, morals, traditions, are the ones at mercy of this man whose morals are deemed questionable throughout, who doesn't advertise morality, nor preach verse of tradition. These are also the people who wronged him and his sister as a kid. The Maliks left Arnav and Anjali at a place where they couldn't use their name without feeling disgraced. And now here, fourteen years later Arnav stands on the same grounds he was was told to leave from. I love the 630 above Arnav. The number signifying success. Apt! The white dove signifying the turmoil ending to some degree with the Arnav Malik rightfully taking what was his, a reign of peace.

In contrast Payal and Khushi once again having the conversation about what they're doing is right or not brings us to a contrast in decision making abilities. Arnav's move was calculated. He went over Chachaji's head to buy from the man the havali was mortgaged to. Khushi's move is driven through impulse of protecting her sister's happiness.

Khushi's words abut dil, zameer, paisa are hilarious because the man she loathes for the same reason is the one she is unable to hate. Oh how the tables turn!

I love Anjali's introduction. The first words are Arnav. The first interaction in the flashback of her's is with Arnav. The siblings are each others' first friends, first confidants, first people. Anjali wearing very thick visible sindoor after we just saw an ambiguous flash back of hers at her wedding is such a perfect example of Raizada's not being much different than the Maliks in their quest to bury the past and refuse to answer questions. Anjali wearing yellow in a see of red is such a perfect repression of what she means to Arnav. Yellow symbolises happiness, sunshine, brightness. Khushi later showing up in Green is also such a beautiful thing as green symbolises rebirth, revitalisation, and reincarnation of life. The two women are everything for this man.

We find out Arnav wanting to knock down Sheesh Mahal. Whether he does so or not, we don't find out.

(The ipk Redux was amazing at plot analyses and predicting tracks through easter eggs in the show. The complete truth of Garima, Arnav's dad, Khushi's parents, Chachaji, Dadi ji, and Shyam being tied to their past was changed according to those theories and ofc they are theories not canon. but these narrative shifts annoyed me a lot which is why I think IPK would've been good as a finite series. It wouldn't have to adjust its tracks in accordance to trps. Regardless of this theories being right or wrong, we can already observe with the omission of Chacha ji that there were changes made. Ah well.)

I loved that poet dude. The insinuation of taking to rights and two lefts, and Khushi being lost in the labyrinth that was Sheesh mahal is apt in terms of how Khushi found her life tangled with Arnav's past later onwards. I love how Khushi always ended up unintentionally walking towards Arnav since this day onwards. We see that when she ends up at Shantivan with saris. We see that when she ends up in front of him after Shyam the first time around.

and now for that fateful moment. The moment planned by the Gods. the moment where Khushi finds herself scared, her phone battery gone, she has no one and in a sea of people her eyes land at that one person. Interesting how she pulls up her dupatta just as that man stares her. Arnav's eyes when looking at Khushi find a way to admire her or in this case, he was straight up being disrespectful towards this strange girl. When she turns around to leave, she slips on the dupatta his staff had pinned on her and god, this man was taken aback by her. The first meeting derived anger from Arnav but also it pushed something he didn't hope to have to that extent. There is a pull between the two. He looks at her eyes, observes her trembling lips, and her hand, her hand clutches onto his collar which becomes a theme. The dupatta and Arnav's collar are two things that become so important in their ability to communicate their comfort to each other.

And so it begins. The love story. The kahani of nafrat, of refusing to be indifferent but trying so so hard to be.

#endlessly rewatching ipkknd #10 years of IPKKND #ipkknd 10 year rewatch #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #episodic recaps ipk #ipk #khushi kumari gupta #spoilers

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