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All Dolled Up

Print / Trinket Universe

~3000 words

Warnings: ⛔Minors DNI⛔, CNC, dehumanization, fearplay, mouthplay

Summary: After rescuing you from an auction, Lee has no choice but to bring you along to a dangerous dinner appointment. He promises to keep you safe, but are you prepared to play along?

The plot of this story came from an anonymous reader, and it inspired me to try 2nd person POV for the first time! Please mind the warnings and do not proceed if you are uncomfortable with such themes!

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“I only had this room for one night,” Lee explains over the meal. 

You sit at the edge of his room-service platter and lick sauce from your fingers. You haven’t had enough time to master the art of eating as a trinket—not neatly, anyway. The fact that you’re eating next to a giant without fear is a miracle. Manners are the least of your worries.

“What does that mean?” you ask.

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Farewell online privacy

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make sure you dont click this link. it will take you an evil, bad website that illegally shares anime, cartoons, and animated movies. especially dont use the playlist feature.

or this one, that has shows and movies. dont click it.

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casting a spell

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a very specific feeling ive had quite a lot recently

franz kafka / @/sunlightafterdark (instagram) / @mossy-suggestions / in a week - hozier / @queermetal / edvard munch / @ghostsingold / @ghuolboy / @howlsnteeth / @cottagewarlock / solar waltz - cosmo sheldrake / @unspokengrief​ / @angelwormwood / @conceptualsolitude​ 

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posting cringe

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villian x asistant if ur takinf request?

“Apparently.” The villain’s voice floated across the room towards them. “Someone broke Johnson’s face.” 

The assistant paused, bloodied knuckles still under the warm running water of the tap. Their gaze snapped up to see the villain in the mirror’s reflection, leaning against the bathroom door with a deceptive casualness, attention fixed on them. The assistant looked down again. 

“Broke? It’s probably an improvement.” They kept their own voice light too.

“I needed him for that trade. You knew that.”

The assistant bit the inside of their cheek and focused on getting the blood off, before turning off the tap and reaching for a towel. 

The villain caught hold of their wrist. Tightly. The assistant hadn’t even heard the villain move. 

The assistant drew in a breath, but didn’t fight the grip.  “I’m sorry,” they said, then. “It won’t happen again.”

“Why did it happen this time?”

“I fucked up.”

“You don’t do that.”

“Everyone does that.”

The villain clicked their tongue, a familiar warning shot, and the assistant sighed. Heat rose to their cheeks. They mumbled something. 

“Didn’t catch that, dear,” the villain said. 

“They said you were going soft,” the assistant snapped. “Losing your edge. That you only hired me because you thought I’d look pretty in your bed.”

“You do look pretty in my bed.”

The assistant glared.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles,” the villain said, after a moment. “And I certainly don’t care what that little weasel thinks of me. Johnson is unimportant in all of the grander machinations of the world. History will not bother to even footnote him.” The villain tugged the assistant’s wrist, and the assistant turned with a reluctant obedience to face their lover. “Let’s not pretend this is about my pride, hm?”

The assistant’s eyes flashed.  “I already said it wouldn’t happen again.”

“It better not.” The villain’s grip tightened hard enough to hurt, before releasing. “He may think me soft, but you should know better.”

“I do! I just -” The assistant stopped. Well, okay, yeah. The words had hit a sore point and they’d lost it. It wasn’t like they’d stopped to think before decking Johnson’s nose, seeing as the bastard couldn’t seem to keep it out of other people’s business. Their shoulders slumped. “The job comes first, and I jeopardised the job. I know that. You trusted me to handle him and I let you down.”

The villain hummed in acknowledgement. When they spoke, next, their voice was softer.  

“I hired you,” the villain said, “because you are exquisite. You’re a brilliant strategist and an excellent shot. You should have nothing to prove to the likes of  rats like Johnson, which makes me wonder if you get this kind of commentary a lot.”

The assistant shrugged.

The villain narrowed their eyes. “Why did you never tell me?”

“I can fight my own battles,” the assistant said. “I don’t need you to do it for me. It’s nothing.”

“Clearly not.”

“Look, I already said that I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.” 

“And I’ve accepted that as your employer. That is not why we are still talking.”

The assistant paused again as they registered that, looking up at the villain again. The villain took their hand, entwining their fingers, and squeezed.

“I’m okay,” the assistant replied to the silent question, a little softer. “Really. He was just being so - ugh.”

“His face does look better now.”

The assistant snorted, and squeezed the villain’s hand back. The villain tugged them close to press a kiss to their forehead. 

“Tell me next time,” the villain said. “I won’t stop at a broken nose if they hurt you, and it seems they need some reminder of that. Now.” They flashed the assistant a smile. “Let’s finish this so you can look pretty in my bed.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“It’s why you love me.” 

God help them, but the assistant did. 

Together, whatever else, they were unstoppable. 

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A chair animal for my sculpture class! He is made from an old chair and some pillows :)

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oh to be able to reread all those books that made me go feral as if it was the first time

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All content is fantasy and fiction between consenting adults. I do not condone actual rape. Real rapists deserve the worst. Be safe <3

What if we were roommates?

We would watch movies every night… hopefully horror so I’d end up being a scared little bitch and have to get closer to you. I would end up practically sitting on your lap and with every jump scare you would feel me jerk right on top of your dick, accidentally getting you really worked up. Your dick throbbing with every tear that falls as I whimper and cling to you. Eventually, you look down at me and whisper with your now gravely voice, “Here… I’ll make it all better. You don’t have to be scared. Let me take care of you.”

With those words you shift me onto one leg. I look up at you with visible confusion, but you’re far too determined to do whatever it is that you came up with to care. You unbuckle your belt and slide your pants down roughly, almost knocking me off your lap in the process. I start to get even more upset. We’re roommates… we shouldn’t be doing whatever we’re about to do. I’m not ready…

“Shh stop crying and let me make it better. It’s okay. I’ll make all those bad thoughts go away. You’ll only be thinking of me. Doesn’t that sound better? You know I’d never hurt you. I know what’s best for you.” Of course. You know better than I do. You would never hurt me. So this must be okay. You grab my hips and sit me on your cock… but you don’t move. You’re gripping my hips and not letting me move either…

“Now now kitten… don’t get impatient. You’re going to sit here on my cock and watch the rest of the movie. And every time your eyes leave the screen, I’ll pound that sweet pussy a little harder. Now be a good little slut and watch the movie.” Of course right as you say that the murderer shows up on screen. I have already forgotten the rules you put in place. I look away and try to latch on to you, but instead you grab my throat with one hand and my thigh with the other and thrust up into me hard and fast. Between thrusts you mutter something about paying closer attention. But it’s just too hard to look at the screen when you’re fucking me so good.

It’s about half way through the movie and my pussy is absolutely throbbing. I can’t do this anymore. I try to ask you to let me go but you flip us over and press my face into the couch cushions. “You will finish this movie. And since you’re trying to get out of it… why don’t I just fuck you through the rest of the movie? Hm? Go ahead. Beg me to let you go. Beg me to stop. Your pleads make me so fucking hard.” I can’t help the sobs that escape. I feel horrible. I can’t admit that I’m enjoying this. That I want you to hurt me, fuck my brains out, abuse my poor little clit.

You don’t start out easy, shoving your cock inside of me as hard as you can, making me scream. I don’t have time to catch my breath because you’re already pounding into me and reaching down to pinch my nipples. It’s already too much for me but my pleas to stop seem to make you even more rough. I know I’m about to cum, but I know I shouldn’t. I have a feeling you’re gonna last a long time and overstimulate my poor pussy. The thought of you taking advantage of me like that pushes me over the edge though and you let out a near animalistic growl.

I’m twitching from head to toe. That was easily the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m too blissed out to notice the strange buzzing sound in the distance. I don’t come to my sense fast enough and suddenly there’s a hitachi pressed to my swollen clit. Where the hell did he get that?

“Aw doll. You didn’t think that I don’t know you keep one of these in the living room to play with yourself after you think I’ve gone to bed, did you? That I don’t hear all those cute little noises and moans of my name? All your little fantasies as you cum with my name spilling from your pretty lips? And look at you now. An absolute mess on my cock. Letting me take advantage of you like this. What a good little slut. My good little slut. And I didn’t even have to drug you this time! You’re getting so much better at taking my dick, aren’t you?”

Drug me… this time? I continue pleading you to stop. That I’ve had enough. But you’re just not listening. Part of me doesn’t really want you to stop though, and I feel like you know that. After all, you know best. Just as I cry out one more time for you to stop, I feel my next orgasm hit me like a train. I’m full body shaking, but the vibrator only speeds up and your cock pounds into me at an incredible pace. I feel myself slip and start to… fall asleep? I’m not even tired…?

“It’s okay dolly. Remember that drink I gave you earlier? Yeah well maybe I lied about not drugging you. But you’re so fun to play with when you’re awake. Maybe I’ll keep you conscious longer next time. Sweet dreams princess.”

It’s okay. You know what’s best for me. Right?

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Tentacle Monster [18+]

Frederick Chilton x GN Reader

Sequel to I Am Looking Disrespectfully in the monster-transformation Chilton AU

Happily peer-pressured into this. This was meant to be a short-form HCs post with minimal editing but ended up a bit longer than intended.

Warnings: NSFW. Hentai-style tentacle-monster porn, including the “human anatomy doesn’t work like that!” aspects. Throat fucking. Deep penetrative sex. Double penetration. Anal. Tentacle bondage. Cum everywhere. Mildly dubious consent (established monsterfucking relationship - don’t gag someone and do potentially painful sex acts to them irl without discussion first!). Porn without plot. Fluffy aftercare. 

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Short Prompt #481

Supervillain sat in their desk chair. Their coat hung over the backrest as they swirled a glass of wine in their hand. Taking a sip, they studied the tied-up hero kneeling in the middle of the room. “You look cute wrapped in ropes.”

Hero’s expression turned conflicted as their cheeks lit up a bright red. “U-Uhm... T-Thank you...?”

The supervillain flashed them a sharp smirk, giving them a clear view of their fangs. “Oh, don’t thank me yet, little morsel. I’m just getting started~.”

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funny aggie with @fluffffpillow​

EDIT: forgot to add an important doodle,,, couples therapy KJHSDKGJSDG

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1 + 10 = Dark and Primal (Predator/Prey) Kink

Summary: Exactly what the title says!

Warnings: Reader is gender-neutral but does own a vagina, primal kink roleplay, semi-public sex, dom/sub, squirting, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk. Ye have been warned!

A/N: This is the first fic drabble to come from the number prompt game!

Tag List:

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@underthedark13

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“Tell me something,” A deep, rich voice spoke suddenly, “What’s a darling thing like you doing out here, all alone, so late at night?”

Instantly your head whipped to the side, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the tree line for any sign of the stranger, but found nothing other than darkness in return. You were about ready to continue on your trek and blame it on the sleepless night when the intruder let out a rumbling chuckle, the noise echoing around you in every direction.

Hairs now standing on end, you clutched your bag tighter to your body and asked nervously, “Who-Who’s there?”

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

Your lips suddenly felt too dry, the night too cold, the lamp posts too dim, as you belatedly realized that you’d not seen another person on this sidewalk for way too long. It was just you and this stranger.

“I-I’m just walk-walking,” you stammered pitifully.

Dread pooled in your gut and the sense of being utterly alone and helpless intensified egregiously as one by one all the lamp posts in your line of sight flickered out.

“Ooh fuck,” you whispered.

Finally, your self-preservation instinct kicked in and you took off running. It was a dark night, the moon a sliver in waning crescent and providing almost no light. Every slap of your shoes on the ground felt like a league farther from the man. Even as your heart pounded in your ears and your lungs burned with the taste of blood, you didn’t dare slow down. How far would you have to run? Did you dare take your chances hiding out in the woods?

As soon as hope started to rise, it was quickly dashed back down.

“You humans, so fragile.”

The whispered voice in your ear tore a frantic scream from your throat, fear locking up your legs, sending you tumbling forward. Of course you would fall! It wasn’t until he laughed, a smooth luscious sound, that you realized you were braced tight for an impact that hadn’t come.

“What the…”

When your eyes finally opened, you saw the concrete of the sidewalk uncomfortably close to your face but not touching. And then you were lifted. Darkness shrouded your view as arms tightened around your torso and brought you back to your own two feet. A cool gentle breath caressed the shell of your ear seconds before you felt the familiar shape of a nose against your neck.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” he huffed bemusedly, “Think fast but run faster, little fawn, for it will take all of your abilities to escape me.”

“W-Who are you?!” you gasped out.

As the darkness left your vision and the hands retracted from your sides, he purred almost imperceptibly, “I go by Dark, but you may call me sir.”

Then all at once, you were alone. You hesitantly looked around, eyes wide with fear.

“RUN!”

A fearsome screech of terror scratched your throat raw as you stumbled and took off as quickly as possible. You knew if you stayed on the paved path he’d only catch you just as easily as before. You had to chance the forest.

No matter how quiet you tried to be, it felt like every noise you made called out to him thricefold. Your breaths sounded like alarms in your ears and the forest floor cried out like little spies with every timid step you made.

“Oh little fawn, where might you be?”

“Shit,” you whispered in shock.

How were you ever to evade him? It was obvious he wasn’t human. There was no possible way a human could catch up to you without making noise, could track you so perfectly in a nearly pitch black forest. Of course there were also the insane reflexes, catching you so close to the ground, and his ability to speak clearly to you while being nowhere in sight.

Oh so slowly, you let your guard down as you shuffled carefully through the heavily wooded area and got lost in your thoughts; finding out what he was, felt as important as hiding from him. A soft noise of triumph escaped your lips as you spotted a rather large hollow in the base of a giant tree. Your eyes darted around one last time to make sure you didn’t see anyone before you ducked into the wood shelter.

Just as your back pressed up against the trunk, you heard a twig snap outside. The forest was uncannily quiet, no sound of animals nor wind to impede noises made by either you or him.

“A smart little thing you are, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught as fear slammed your heart into your ribcage like a drum. His voice was close, too close. Another crunch of branches and leaves drew your eyes to the right of your hollow. Even in the darkness of the woods, his black pants stood out against the greens and browns. Your assailant was wearing… suit pants? Despite the silliness of the situation, your nerves only increased as he crept closer and closer to you.

“Where are you?” he sang out lowly.

Hushed humming graced your ears delightfully as he passed you, hands clasped behind his back as if simply taking a nice stroll. You couldn’t control the way your stomach fluttered as the beautiful cadence of his voice filled the hollow. Someone so dangerous shouldn’t sound so inviting.

A quick rush of air released from your lungs as he continued on without incident and relief filled your veins. Head falling back, you let your eyes close and took deep slow breaths.

“It’s adorable that you think you’ve won, my little fawn.”

There wasn’t a word deep enough to describe the bone-chilling terror that flooded your body at the sound of his voice so close. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, only to discover a pair of legs standing in front of your only exit.

“Come out now, admit defeat, and I might even be gentle with you, darling,” he offered slyly.

“Fuck you,” you grit out.

Before you could second guess your actions, you bolted forward, right into his legs. While you were sure you didn't harm him, your actions surprised him enough to allow you the room to shove by. You had made it only a couple feet when hands were on you, one gripping your shoulder while the other pinched around the nape of your neck. A cry of shock and pain fled your lips as he shoved you face-first up against the nearest tree and pinned you with his body. Escape was looking more and more like a fool’s dream and yet you didn’t stop wiggling, trying your hardest to break free to no avail.

“Mmm, I do love it when my dinner puts up a fight, makes you smell all that more delectable,” he purred as his thigh slipped between yours, “And don’t fool yourself into believing I can’t smell just how aroused you are.”

Mortification burned up your face and you bit your lower lip hard to contain the distraught noise that threatened to break forth as he leaned into you. The pressure of his thigh served to further argue his point, your panties soaking up the slick between your thighs.

“P-Please,” you whispered shakily.

“Please what?” he mocked, “Please let you go? Now, you know I can’t do that, darling. I’m absolutely ravenous and you’re ripe for the taking.”

Teeth gently grazed the tender flesh of your throat and sent goosebumps across your flesh.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a sweet little human to play with,” he groaned quietly.

Fingers teased the sliver of skin poking from beneath your top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with languid little strokes; teeth mimicking the action against your neck.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, darling. I’ve smelled your interest since the instant you started to run,” he whispered, giving another gentle roll of his hips.

Before you could contain it, an excited little squeak escaped as you felt the hardening bulge grind against your ass.

“There it is. Give in to me,” Dark murmured, “I promise this will be an experience unlike any other.”

You didn’t dare give an answer. The words felt too wrong on your tongue despite the sudden urge in your body demanding an agreement. As terrifying as he was, there was something about his presence that intrigued you. It felt like there was a war going on in your head as you gingerly wiggled your hips back against him and tilted your head to the side, allowing him full access to your neck.

The moan he gave in return made your knees weak.

In one rough movement, you heard the tell-tale rip of your shorts being ruined and then your hips were lifted in the next.

“Ooh, look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, little fawn,” he cooed mockingly as a finger danced across your lips, “It will be all the easier to make you mine.”

That was your only warning before his cock was lined up against your cunt, thick head breeching every so slightly before he slammed in. Tears sprung up into your eyes and you buried your face harder against the bark as a pathetic cry warbled out. It was devastating and heavenly all at once. When he didn’t follow up immediately, you couldn't help but arch back into him.

“What a needy little thing you are,” he chuckled, “I’m going to have so much fun with you before I destroy you.”

Never in a thousand years did you think you’d find yourself in this position, being hunted down and fucked in the middle of the forest, and yet there wasn’t a place you’d rather be in that moment.

Dark’s pace was brutal, the position even more so. Every thrust of his cock rocked you up against the tree, bark scraping and digging at your skin. Every attempt to move back sunk him deeper inside you. It felt like a never ending sea of desire. It wasn’t long until you were begging for more, until the sting of the micro cuts on your skin was just another layer to the destructive pleasure coiling in your core.

“You want more? You want to come? Then touch yourself,” he ordered huskily, “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock while I claim you as mine.”

His meaning came through loud and clear. He intended to mark you in the most primitive of ways, in ways no one had before. You’d never let any other come inside you, too afraid of the risks.

“N-No, don’t-”

Fingers dug into your wrist and jerked your hand down between your cunt and the tree, forcing you where you wanted it most.

“It’s no use, darling, it’s too late,” he snickered, “You’re already in the lion’s den and there’s no escape. Not anymore. You belong to me now.”

You could feel his teeth bared a wicked smile against your skin before they clamped down around your throat. Pain exploded and pulsed through your veins with every beat of your racing heart, and yet it pervertedly only urged you faster. Your fingers shook under the duress of all the sensations assaulting your nerves but you worked them nonetheless, too lost to the desire.

His moan rumbled through your very being as you tightened uncontrollably around him, teetering just on the edge of bliss.

“Mine.”

That one word was spoken with such conviction and punctuated with absolute abandon, all sanity lost as you seemingly became a means to an end; a prey to claim and fill.

“Mine! All mine,” he snarled against your shoulder, “Give yourself to me, now!”

His hand came to cover yours and joined in the efforts, frantically abusing your sensitive nub until finally it all snapped.

“Ah f-fuck, D-Dark, oh my god!”

Your ruse slipped as his name spilled from your lips, but you couldn’t care less as everything coalesced with a vengeance. The pain, the pleasure, the emotions. It was all worth it as your pleasure drenched your thighs, a sob falling from your lips in debauched relief. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy rocked through your core as he fucked you through your first climax into another, and then another.

Stifled grunt and moans shifted gradually into full blown snarls of bliss as he threw your hands up against the tree, pinning both with one while his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Shot after shot of hot cum filled your core, palpable with every throb of his cock, and you couldn’t resist melting back into him. With a final few thrusts, he released your hands only to pull you in close and hold you upright as he turned, putting himself between you and the tree as you both came down from the high.

“Holy hell,” you giggled, head tilting back to look up at him.

Dark gave a little chuckle and cupped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and directing you up into a gentle kiss.

“I promised the full experience. Was anything too much?” he asked.

“Mm-mm. It was perfect,” you whispered.

As best as you could in the awkward position, you snuggled back into him and pulled his arms around you.

“You can hunt me any time you want,” you admitted cheekily.

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Janussss is the keyboard player for the Smiletime Sanders’ Pizzaria Franchise’s new Smiletime Pizzaplex! Designed with a hyperflexible lower half to sway with the music and upgraded with the latest multi-arm technology to make him hit all the notes, his speed with the keyboard would impress the kids! Or… well he USED to impress them… until the stage caught fire and the heat melted half his plastic casing. Stuck in the back rooms to lurk, he’s pretty bitter about having only half his snakey face…..