#Cuff Positioning Guide

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Blood Pressure Monitor

A blood pressure monitor is a medical device used to measure the pressure exerted by circulating blood on the walls of the arteries. It's an essential tool in assessing cardiovascular health and diagnosing conditions such as hypertension (high blood pressure) or hypotension (low blood pressure).Irregular heartbeat detection allows accurate readings

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under pressure.

getting strapped up to a lie detector as part of a bet wasn’t exactly in your plans, nor was exposing your deepest secret to spencer reid.

pairing :: spencer x fem bau!reader

warnings :: fluff! confessions, coworkers to lovers, cheesiness overload 

word count :: 1.6k

author’s note :: three weeks since i last posted a fic?? absolutely unacceptable *presses post button*

accompanying song :: more than friends by aidan bissett

“there’s a reason why that thing’s admissible in court,” you murmur to derek, watching as the officer packs the polygraph back into a cabinet.

derek chuckles.

“you think you can beat it?”

“i know i can beat it.”

you cross your arms and look up with a challenging smirk.

“there’s actually a lot of skepticism surrounding the validity and accuracy of polygraph testing, especially since it’s only an instrument that measures physiological changes like heart activity and perspiration. people often mistakenly assume they’re trying to deceive a machine, when really it’s all about the polygrapher, who oversees and administers the examination.”

you don’t even have to turn your head to know it’s spencer who’s just made his way into the room, derek’s lifted brow a confirmation of his presence.

“ah, look who’s finally found us. i was starting to miss you a little, kid.” 

“what are you guys up to?” spencer asks in return, his gaze shifting from you to derek, before slowly making way back to you. 

“l/n thinks she’ll pass the test with flying colors.” derek points at the cabinet and looks at you with a winsome grin.

“i won’t even have to try.” you shrug, placing your hands on your hips confidently.

“wanna bet on it?”

“loser pays for dinner. reid, you in?”

“i uh, i think i’ll just watch,” spencer politely declines, his hands nervously burrowing deep into his pockets.

derek bursts into laughter. “oh come on, kid, it’s free dinner for the both of us.” 

spencer chuckles quietly. “we’ll see.”

you make your way over to the cabinet, kneeling to retrieve the bulky device, and set it down on the table behind you. 

taking a seat, you lift your arms to secure the straps above and below your chest, and attach the blood pressure cuffs to your right arm. 

“nuh-uh.” 

you hear derek tut a sequence of disapproving clicks.

“hey kid, check to see if it’s around her securely.” derek tilts his head at spencer before nodding in your direction, adding, “don’t want you deceiving us in other ways.”

you roll your eyes before raising your arms in surrender. “go ahead, i’ve got nothing to hide.”

spencer slowly approaches you, hesitant steps overtaking his stride as he moves to stand in front of you. positioning a hand on your back for support, spencer sticks a finger between the gaps of the sides of your chest and the straps.

the straps tighten ever so slightly, causing your breath to hitch in the back of your throat. almost like an unconscious reflex, you release a breathy exhale.

“is that too tight?”

it’s barely a whisper, and he’s close, so close — his lips hover practically right beside your ear that you can feel his breath tickle the hairs on your neck.

“no,” you let out, “it’s good.”

your heart’s pounding now, and you’re thankful that you’re not hooked up to the monitor rate, at least not yet. 

“just slide your finger into the clamp,” spencer instructs, his hand guiding yours into the plate where the electrodes lightly pinch your fingertips.

“is that comfortable?” spencer asks once again, his furrowed brows an indicator of marked concern as he searches for any signs of discomfort.

“yup.”

you bite your bottom lip as spencer hooks the cords to the monitor. his attentive eyes gloss over your strapped arm and flick downwards, stopping once they take note of your bouncing legs. you still your legs almost immediately.

“alright l/n, here’s a tester.” derek approaches you and lays his hands on the table, leaning forward. “have you ever lied to get out of trouble?”

you don’t even need to think twice. with a daring grin, you respond, “yes.”

“it’s stable,” spencer nods.

a mischievous smirk plays on derek’s lips. 

“have you ever lied to hotch before?”

you huff an amused chuckle, one laced with throaty disbelief. “no.”

derek rolls his eyes, but spencer nods in your direction. “steady.” 

“oh come on, not even once?”

you raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “why… have you?”

“this is about you, remember?” derek wiggles a finger disapprovingly. “next one… have you ever had any romantic feelings for anyone on our team?”

it's a question you were most definitely not expecting.

it’s only a brief pause, but it’s long enough to have you doubting – are your eyes widening? are your parting lips betraying you? is it actual sweat that’s starting to coat the tips of your fingers or are you imagining it?

“no, i have not.”

you feel heat start to creep into your cheeks, but try your best to remain unfazed as you await spencer’s judgment.

“give me… one second.”

the air suddenly feels ten times heavier.

a nervous chuckle escapes from your lips as you glance around. 

“try not to bounce your leg up and down,” spencer finally calls back, and you have to physically restrain yourself from sighing in relief. 

“alright, let’s try again,” derek announces as he finally takes a seat across from you. “have you ever had feelings for… doctor spencer reid?”

your instantaneous scoff overlaps with spencer’s. before you can respond, however, spencer chirps up first.

“y/n, don’t – don’t answer that.”

you, too, try to dodge the question with a dismissive wave. “come on, derek.”

thankfully, he rests the question aside. “fine. have you ever passed your files to someone else without them knowing?”

“yes.”

“to who?”

“to you, actually,” you boldly assert, leaning back into your chair.

“oh, she’s a rebel,” derek slyly retorts back, his gaze unflinching as spencer affirms your claim.

“did you, at any point, lie during this test?”

“no.”

“alright,” derek continues, “last question.”

“bring it.”

“do you currently have any romantic feelings for spencer reid?”

“seriously?” you swivel your head back and forth between derek and spencer, your eyes widening in disbelief at the fact that he’s repeating a previous question, merely adjusting a couple words.

it’s a question that you can’t answer. no, that you shouldn’t answer.

but this time, spencer’s quiet.

“you’re kidding me,” you laugh, “we are not being for real right now.”

“oh i’m being very real right now.” 

your heart thumps like a wild drumbeat, your pulse echoing through the veins marking the side of your neck. 

you start to lace your fingers together nervously as a thin layer of sweat covers your palms. the more you think about your moist hands, though, the more you start to sweat. it’s a constant feedback loop, feeding off of your deeply-buried secret.

slowly, you take off the straps and set the electrode in front of you, on the table. 

radio silence falls over the air disturbingly, like the entire room’s tuned to the wrong frequency. 

then, “reid, did you get that?”

it takes another five seconds for sound to fill the room once again, but the gravity of the silence is almost too heavy for you to register – your wordless confession strikes the back of your mind like an unpleasant storm, raining down on your thoughts with regret and humiliation.

“y/n, um, there’s a lot of environmental factors that can impact physiological response-”

there’s no going back anymore. 

if you don't say it now, it'll linger in the depths of your mind forever.

“i do like you.”

when there’s no response, you decide to fully commit to your confession. “you said so yourself, this isn’t about fooling the device, it’s all about the polygrapher. so, spencer, what’s your judgment?”

you swear you can hear your own pulse drumming against you and shaking your body. with the faintest whisper, spencer utters, “i think you’re telling the truth.”

after hearing his response, you shove your hands into your pockets and prepare to leave, but not without throwing a glance at derek, who’s guiltily tracing the edges of his beard.

as you approach the door, however, a hand hooks around your elbow, stopping you dead in your tracks.

spencer’s hand.

“that’s it? you’re not going to hear my response?”

you don’t look up. “no, i… fine, tell me.”

if only you knew about the collective swarm of thoughts swimming in his brain, the thoughts that are denaturing all his senses of rationality and self-control. he has so much to tell you, words that he’d spill almost instantly if he’d been better prepared.

his hand moves down to envelop your own. 

you do nothing to stop him. 

slowly, he drags your hand upwards, until it rests against his chest.

against his speeding heart.

“spencer?”

the glow in his eyes is unmistakable – his dewy orbs gaze into yours lovingly, the exchange almost a confession in itself.

“i don’t think that either of us can beat the test,” spencer softly murmurs, his breathy chuckle sounding like music to your ears.

you don’t know how to describe it – it’s a bittersweet concoction of emotions that continues to spread throughout your body the more spencer nuzzles up against you.

“no,” you voice after a pause, “i don’t think we can.”

“very cute guys, but i’m waiting on my victory dinner, so if you two can-”

“oh shush, derek, you’re ruining the moment,” you say as you break into laughter, and bury your head against spencer’s chest when you fail to recover your composure.

“and you’re gonna have to pay me extra if you want me to keep my mouth shut in front of all the others,” derek retaliates, his smug grin causing you to roll your eyes. 

“i think i can wrap the straps around his mouth if you hold him against the door,” you start while looking up into spencer’s eyes, speaking loud enough to draw derek’s attention.

spencer returns with a wide smile, one that tugs at your throat to release another hearty laugh.

“yeah, i’ll grab his arms first.”

[servicpop]

correcting wrongs nsfw teacher ! zhongli x student brat ! bttm m reader

Clad in a brown turtleneck with an almost unamused expression on his face, your professor was nothing short of being “the best in the business.” His stoic nature paired with those strikingly sharp features made him easy on the eyes, and strangely attractive.

He wasn't soft spoken, but his words were always delivered gently, tinged with a rasp from his low speaking register. A real heartthrob of a teacher.

Though he was kind to others, you seemed to be the one thing that made him slightly annoyed. Every conversation you had with him usually ended with a pinch of his nose bridge, a sigh, and a dismiss with the wave of his hand. Your bratty attitude towards him was almost bearable until it wasn't.

In a cliché fashion, Zhongli had asked you to come to his office in the afternoon when classes finished, and you did.

“Are my teaching methods not good enough for you?” You can hear the exhaustion weigh on his words as he pushes himself off the chair to stand.

You don't respond, the words seem to dissipate in your throat the moment he begins to scold you.

“What is the issue? I'm trying to understand,” A hand grabs your shoulder, and you lift your head to glance at Zhongli's face. He wears the classic 'teacher expression,' one that oddly reminds you of a parent.

“I'm more of a hands on learner,” you shrug, and its apparent in Zhongli's face that he picks up your little tease. There's a slight confusion in his eyes before it's masked to be unreadable. A sigh leaves his lips as his hands move to cuff the edges of his sleeve up, sliding his watch off and placing it on his desk with a small thud.

“I'm willing to adjust my methods if it means you'll behave more accordingly.” He carefully grabs your wrist, guiding it towards the papers on his desk, planting your hand firmly onto the sheet. Zhongli stands behind you, his chest almost touching your back from how close he was. He lets your fingers trace the printed letters to study the content on the page, but it's all a jumble of useless words to you, especially when your attractive teacher is right behind you.

“This is boring,” you whine, trying to pull your hand from underneath Zhongli's.

“Are you having difficulty concentrating?” He asks, the velvety tone of his voice violates your ears like it's crawling through your brain. It's a tingly feeling you can't shake off.

“As if it would be that—” You're cut off by the involuntary hitch of your breath as his cold fingers grace the side of your waist. They travel down to your hips, sneaking under your pants before they retreat.

“Maybe some concentration exercises? To help you stop getting distracted.”

You swallow. Thickly. You're about to jab a snarky remark at him before you feel his hand push down the back of your head, forcing you to look down at the worksheets on his desk. His free hand wrangles his tie, pulling it off to bind your wrists together. Zhongli rests his hands on your hips as he leans into your ear, his breath hot against the shell.

“Do you want me to stop?” Zhongli's fingers rest lightly on the waistband of your pants, like he's waiting for the greenlight to pull them off. He's too patient with you—he doesn't pry at all—and when you don't give him a response he kindly removes himself from you.

“No— um,” You stumble over your words as he pulls away, unable to conjure a coherent sentence in your head to respond. It's almost like your pride is blocking your throat but you push out a few words, just so he knows.

“It's fine,” you breathe, quickly turning your head away from him to save yourself some dignity.

You don't see it, but he smiled ever so slightly, returning to his previous position. Zhongli's fingers slip down, slowly dragging the zipper lower as he watches your eyes fixate on the pages infront of you. His hands—oddly soft and warm—meets your pelvis before they slide down to the elastic of your underwear. With a small flick of his wrists, he's able to pull your boxers off and down low enough that it sits neatly at your mid thigh.

Your breath hitches and you drag your eyes away from the text and to his hands that are gently running up the sides of your thigh. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, using his free hand to tap the sheet infront of you.

“Focus. Eyes on the paper.” His hands pull away from your body—only to unbuckle his belt, though you misinterprete his actions—and you spin your head around to question him. He's already pulled his belt off and taps your forehead with the end of it. “Needy,” he scolds.

Fabric noises fill the empty office and you see him reach over to dish a packet from his wallet—he keeps those on him at all time. You recognise the sound, the latex rolling on, the slight snap as he fixes it to be more comfortable, and the feeling of wetness against your skin.

He uses his hand to push the back of your head down once again, “Don't pay attention to what I am doing, focus on the content.” He's probably mentioned the word 'focus' five times by now.

Zhongli uses his thumb to part your flesh, giving way for him to nuzzle his head against your hole. He's exactly how you imagined him to be, except all you can really feel is the condom rather than his skin, none of his veins and all—which was, really, the more important details.

Its a slow movement as he slides himself into you, gently kneading the plush of your waist—an absent-minded habit you assume. He's not excruciatingly thick; he's rather average, but there's something about the way he could reach so deep without causing any external pain makes your knees buck just a little.

All the words and educational paragraphs all become a blur the moment he fully sheaths himself inside of you. He pauses, letting you soak in the situation before he pulls out, only just to slam himself back in. Your little gasps and moans earns another cruel thrust, forcing you to arch your back as he holds you in place.

“It's difficult, is it?” He's using that teacher tone on you, but you can tell there's a slight mock in his voice as he watches you disregard the paper, crumpling it under your hands as you grip at anything you can.

“I can always assign you easier work if that makes you feel better.” He tilts your head back, letting you see him through the corner of your eye as he continuously pounds into you, the obscene sound of skin against skin loud enough that you started to worry the janitors wold hear.

“I can do it,” you grit through your teeth despite the pants and whispers.

“I don't think you can,” he cooes, gently holding your jaw as he lets you rest your head against his palm. The only reason he's holding your head up is to ensure you don't get a headache from how hard your body is recoiling from his thrusts.

He practically drags his cock in and out of you, angling his hips in a way that would hit your prostate almost every single time. His hands were gentle on your skin, holding you like you were a porcelain doll, but his thrusts were punishing.

As your whines grew, he knew you were getting close, seeing the way your legs trembled underneath you, barely holding you up. The hand Zhongli had on your hip moves to pick up your leaking tip in his hands, smoothing his thumb over the slit. He holds it there, denying you of any release.

“Are you ready to listen in my lectures?” He hums, leaning his head down to get a good look at your face.

“No more talking back?” he adds, marvelling in the way you're eyes dip in and out of focus. You nod, unable to find your voice from how hard you were yelling while he was hitting all the right spots. He flashes a polite smile, removing his thumb from blocking your urethra and gently massaging your tip to coax out a orgasm.

It hits you like a train, sparks darting across your vision as your dick stiffens, spurting out a copious amount of white all over Zhongli's desk. You go limp in his hold, chest still heaving from the intensity of your high. It takes a few more, slow pumps before he's pulling out, taking off the used plastic and throwing it into the trash can underneath his desk.

“How was that? Did I do your 'hands on learning' correct?” He could really enchant someone with that voice.

a / n : sorry this was short T T I just needed to get something out . I literally forgot how Zhongli acted halfway through so this is probably very ooc . . .

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Nanami is so used to treasuring you, treating you delicately like the sweet, precious gem that you are. It catches him completely off guard when one night, after he vents about work, you ask for him to be very rough with you. “Take it out on me, honey. Be as rough as you like. I can take it.”

He’s speechless at first, taken aback by the unusual request in the middle of him undressing from his office attire. He doesn’t notice that his signature tie is coiled tightly around his fist, button-up undone, revealing his brawny figure beneath his fitted undershirt. He has no clue how sexy he is right now, veins bulging from his beefy fingers, brows furrowed in a scowl, still frustrated from today’s nuisance at work. It’s a different side of him you usually don’t see, and maybe that’s why you’re so intrigued by it. You want to test him, see how hard he can give it you. 

It takes a while for him to agree to it; he can’t imagine being even the slightest bit mean to his darling angel. But the further and further you badger him about it, tugging on his cuff, begging please, please, please, the more convinced he is to just do it. So, per your request, he pins your wrists together against your back, knotting his tie around them, locking you in a compromising position. You nestle your head into the pillow, knees digging into the mattress, ass sticking up, completely vulnerable. The anticipation already has your pussy fluttering. 

He lies beneath you, eating you out first, slurping and sucking on your clit until your cunt is wet with your first orgasm, sleek enough for him to enter you smoothly. He kneels behind you, teasing your entrance with his fingers, feeling how juicy you are for him. He hums, satisfied, guiding his cock slowly inside you until he bottoms outs, groin pressed firmly to your ass. His thrusts are slow at first, easing into it to allow you to adjust to his size. But when you provoke him with a Is that the best you got? I know you can do better than that, he doesn’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists, pinning your shoulders back while he pumps himself deep inside you, bullying your sweet spot until you’re flooded with his cum. “You like it rough, don’t you, sweetheart? You like having this sloppy cunt filled with my seed. I’m gonna keep giving it to you until I’m milked dry and there’s nothing left. Understand?”

You can only nod, gasping when he starts fucking you again, still just as hard inside you, drilling into you until he gives you a second and third creamy load, relishing your unabashed moans echoing off the bedroom walls. When he finally pulls out of you, he watches his cum leak out of you, dripping onto the sheets. You collapse onto the bed, arms sore from being stretched out, wrists raw from the grip of his tie, pussy ragged by his intense pummeling. And the biggest fucking smile on your face, already looking forward to the next time he has a bad day at work. 

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He doesn’t know why he agreed to this. His hands were clenched into tight fights, his knuckles pale as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He tried to move his hips, but her strong grip was stopping him. 

His eyes popped open as she bit the inside of his thigh. Their eyes met, and his narrowed into slits as she smirked up at him. “I said keep your eyes on me, baby.” 

He tried to speak, but she took him back into her mouth. He groaned around the makeshift gag. He needed to touch her. He was straining, hands still bound to the bedpost, arching toward her. She moved slowly and deliberately, never breaking eye contact. He moaned as the tip of his dick met the back of her throat. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow. 

Her grip around him tightened as she hummed, sending vibrations that made him writhe against the cuffs. She pulled away suddenly, leaving him on edge, panting and desperate. Her lips were slick and swollen; she wiped them with the back of her hand as she crawled up his body.

“You were such a good boy.” She whispered as she pulled the scarf out of his mouth. She leaned down and captured his lips with hers. Both of them moaning into each other's mouth. Her hand moved between them and wrapped around him again, pumping slowly as he groaned into her mouth. He strained against the cuffs, and she laughed softly before positioning im at her entrance, hovering and teasing. His muscles tensed as she sank down onto him, taking him in slowly, inch by torturous inch. A shudder rippled through him, and he cursed under his breath. 

“Patience,” she purred, pausing to grind her hips against his until he was whimpering, every nerve screaming for release. She leaned back, resting her hands on his thighs, riding him with languid precision.

“Fuck,” he choked out as she lifted herself off him until only the tip remained, keeping him trembling with need before sliding back down. He bit his lip to keep from begging, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as she increased the pace.

She leaned forward again, pressing her breasts against his chest, whispering dirty promises into his ear that made him shiver. Her hands moved to his wrists, unbuckling one of the cuffs. He stilled beneath her as blood rushed back into his fingers.

His newly freed hand clutched onto her back, fingernails digging into her skin with bruising intensity. She cried out as he started guiding her hips, matching her thrusts to his own frantic rhythm. He moved faster and harder, fingers sliding down to grab her ass and pull her against him, deeper and deeper. Her eyes fluttered closed as she twisted her fingers in his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt them both. She felt herself unraveling around him, breath hitching on a long, guttural moan.

He reveled in the abandon of her body bucking wildly on top of him, riding out her release as he fought to hold back his own. But she was relentless now; every movement was deliberate and demanding, intent on pushing him over the edge. The moment she uncuffed his other wrist, he flipped her onto her back in one swift motion, pinning her beneath him with an intensity that made them both dizzy.

“J-Josh!” She called out. 

“Mmhm,” He muttered against her neck, voice low and rough. He braced himself above her, plunging into her with a force that made the headboard rattle against the wall. Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, clutching at him as if she couldn't get enough.

He felt her legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper. Her body arched up to meet his thrusts, skin slick with sweat and need. “Yes—like that,” she gasped, gripping him tighter as he drove into her again and again. She was breathless, wild beneath him.

She cried out as she came,  shaking as he continued to pound into her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, feeling her spasm around him, barely able to hold on as she unraveled beneath him. 

The sound of their bodies echoed in the room, frantic and wet. She was dizzy with pleasure, eyes heavy-lidded as she tried to focus on his face. The sight of him above her, lost in his own need, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

“Gimme another one.” He mumbled against her neck, and she whined. He hooked an arm under her back, pulling her up to meet him with a brutal pace that had the mattress shaking beneath them. Her voice broke on his name, crying out again as he jerked her hips against him, relentless and consuming. She felt herself slipping into another orgasm, this one crashing through her as he tightened his grip and drove into her with reckless abandon.

She was gone, floating in the wildness of it. Completely his.

He wasn't far behind. She felt him tense, his body trembling above her as he buried himself deep inside. He gasped against her skin as he came hard, clutching onto her like she was the only solid thing in a world that had melted away.

“What the fuck…” he mummbled into her skin and she laughed, her hand reaching up tanglinging his his hair as she brought his head back up to hers and captured his lips.

Author's Note: Yeah, sooo... smut helps clear my writer's block... I wrote this earlier and decided to share it with you guys! Hope you enjoyed it ❤️

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The Soldier's Keeper ★ 12

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: When you finally wake, you realize just how much has changed. Grappling with the idea of a new type of freedom, you take solace in the company of the Soldier.

Warnings: Mentions of captivity. Mentions of torture. Wound descriptions. Angst. Sad stuff (not forever).

Authors Note: Hi guys! Sorry this took me a little bit. I'll be posting more tomorrow. Please enjoy, comment, and be kind. ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

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When you woke once more, your body was being laid gently across the back seat of an old red truck. The car door slammed shut. The man slipped into the driver's seat. You felt the truck rattle to life, the vibrations familiar. You blinked, curling up again. 

You woke again to a pair of hands gripping your thighs, dragging you out of the truck. With a hand on your tender back, he guided your body back over his shoulder. You went without fight, your bound hands swaying and knocking against his hips. You buried your face into his lower back, closing your eyes. 

You smelled salt. It was faint, smothered behind the smell of metal and oil, but it was there. A loud horn blared through the air, followed by creaking metal and the cawing of birds. You blinked, still perched over this man's shoulder. 

You watched the floor beneath his feet. Old, green, shiny, as if just mopped. A heavy metal door creaked open, then closed behind you. The man stilled, then dropped a bag from his other shoulder. One hand slid up the backs of your thighs, then the other rested on your back.

With ease, the man lowered you onto an old bed. You blinked slowly, laid out on your back, weak and exhausted. 

This was the longest period you could remember keeping your eyes open. You tried so hard to stay awake, to stay aware, but your head felt heavy. 

Your body ached deeply, your skin still mattered with bruises and burns. 

You heard the clinking of zippers and the soft rustle of fabric. You saw a shadow move in your hazy gaze. He grabbed the metal cuffs, and with ease, bent the metal out of shape, freeing your hands. A shudder wracked your body as the instant relief washed over you. 

Without much struggle, the man was able to lift you into a sitting position, leaning your torso against his. He worked a large shirt over your head, looping your arms through, then tugged it down your stomach. You remember the feeling of his hair tickling your face. 

And then it all went dark again.

The feeling of his muscular shoulder pressing into your lower stomach was familiar by now, as you were hoisted up again. 

You remembered hearing voices whispering as the man carried you off the boat. You remembered feeling him tug the end of your shirt over your backside a little further.

You were laid out across the cold bed of a fishing truck. The truck shook under the man's weight as he followed after you. You blinked up at the sky. 

You remembered thinking just how blue it looked, this close to the ocean.

The soldier wasn’t happy about how this looked. An unconscious, barely clothed woman, thrown over his shoulder as he stalked through the country. It wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. 

But he did what he needed to do, to get you both to safety.

After a few hours of driving through Romania, you’d finally arrived. It wasn’t a permanent home, but it was a safe one. 

For the final time, he slung your body over his, and approached the rundown Inn before you. The door took a bit of jimmying, but it snapped open eventually. The room inside was bare and clearly lacking a good maid, but it worked. 

The walls were a pale yellow. There was a single dresser, a rickety table. A few wooden chairs, and a single mattress against the far wall. He could see the door to the bathroom to the right. 

He gently laid you on the bed, sighing as he rolled his shoulder. He slid down against the wall, arms slung over his knees. You finally made it.

 For the first time in several decades, he had no idea what to do next- and everything was up to him.

You blinked in and out of consciousness for the following day. You didn’t have enough time to worry about your condition, from the fog in your head making all thoughts leave you. You remember slowly being fed water, a warm hand on the back of your neck. You remember the musty blanket being tugged over you, hiding your bare legs. 

You remember feeling a strong watchful eye on you- like an animal eyeing its prey. Though strangely, you didn’t feel threatened. You just felt exhausted. 

You remembered hearing the door open and close more than a few times. 

And for once, you remembered opening your eyes to a clear head. 

It took a moment for everything to hit you, for you to really gain awareness of your surroundings. Once you did, the panic set it. It was a dull type of panic, numb from weeks of brutality. 

You wondered where the hell you were, why you were there, and what the hell was happening to you.

You pushed the blanket off your body as you struggled to a sitting position. 

Everything hurt.

 You pinched the chest of the red henley you wore, the fabric warm and soft against your skin. You inhaled slowly, curiously. It smelled faintly of musk and old fabric softener. 

 You were out of breath before you even began the climb to your feet. When you finally put weight on your feet, you nearly blacked out. You yelped and fell into a wall, leaning most of your weight against it.

You stared numbly at your legs, the memories flooding back. You remembered the knife slicing scores into the soles of your feet. You remembered the blood. You remembered the warning it held. 

Don’t run.

With most of your weight on the sides of your feet, you hobbled to the window. You peaked through the musty curtains, but the view was blocked by another brick building. The room was nothing interesting, you concluded. There was nothing secretive or special about it. 

You hobbled towards the center of the room, where you rested your weight against the old wooden table. You longed for fresh water, for a bath, for warmth. 

You saw the bathroom door, but the distance felt too big for your battered feet. You felt sick suddenly, hateful of your own condition.

You were alone. 

You were beaten.

You were terrified. 

The door clicked shut, almost silently- but you heard it. You yelped and whipped your head around to see him. 

The man from all those weeks of captivity. 

Long dark hair, ocean blue eyes, dark eyelashes, one large metal arm.

 “You?” Your voice was grading, like sandpaper.

He blinked, grocery bags in hand. “You should be resting.”

You huffed out a dry laugh. “I’m just-” you tried to step away from the table- show your ability to exist without pain- but put too much weight on your ravaged feet. You gasped, your knees giving way beneath you. 

In a blink he was beside you, flesh hand gripping your waist, metal arm in front of you to keep you from falling. “Careful,” he muttered quietly, holding you up.

You panted from panic and exertion, gripping his metal wrist firmly for stability. You couldn’t think past the pain in your feet. It was so sharp that it burned. It ached and rippled into your bones, driving pain up your legs. 

You feared that when you finally did move, prints of blood would stain the chipped wood of the floor. 

“Come on,” the man muttered, slowly guiding you back onto the mattress. 

You tried to mask how heavy your breath was, embarrassed that just standing took you down. “What- What’s-” you licked your chapped lips. “What’s happening?”

He busied his hands with cracking open a water bottle for you. “We’re in Romania.” He said, as if that explained everything. 

He guided the bottle to your lips and helped you drink. You gulped down the entire bottle, panting for breath by the time he was tucking it back in his bag. You blinked, watching as he pulled out a can of ravioli- then opened it with his bare hands. 

“Romania?” Your voice sounded a little better- less like you were chewing sand. 

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

And so he told you. 

He told you about the fall of Hydra. The fall of Shield. He told you about the helicarriers crashing into D.C. He told you about the river.

He told you about the moment his head cleared, staring at an unconscious man on the bed of the river, his body wrapped in red, white, and blue. 

He remembered the moment his gaze shifted over the water, to the flames fizzling out against the current. To the shrapnel still speckling the sky as it rained down. 

He remembered the moment it hit him. He was free, and everything was collapsing. 

He remembered you.

It was like the air surrounding him fizzled out as he recalled the sound of your voice, calling to him, begging him to remember. To fight.

They had you. 

He knew they’d kept you alive. Made an example out of you. But as the organisation came crumbling down around them that day, he couldn’t be sure what would be made of you.

He couldn’t be sure you would be found.

So he came.

You took a moment to process it all. It was hard to grasp just how much had happened since you were taken. And just how much time had passed.

“So- what now?” You stared at him, your weak heart pounding in your chest. “I’m just free?” You whispered, disbelief thick in your voice.

“No,” he shut that thought down. “They know your life, they’ll come for you. They’ll kill you. You know too much.”

You nodded solemnly, that short sentence crushing every bit of hope you’d ever had. “Oh.” You whispered. “So, what then? What now?” It seemed so impossible. It seemed so pointless.

“Survive.”

You gave him a tired look. “Spend life on the run, never speaking to anyone I love ever again? Pretend we don’t exist?”

You took a moment to really look at him now, at how tired he looked. Purpling bruises colored his scarred skin. His jaw was colored in the speckle of his grown-in facial hair. His sad blue eyes contrasted with the dark bags beneath them. He looked worn and broken. “Yes.”

You didn’t have the energy to cry, so you just trembled, your shoulders silently shuddering.

With every fleeting hope you had left of going home crushed, you stared down at your hands, dry sobs tumbling from your lips.

A plastic bag was set in your lap, full of assorted items. You blinked up at the man as he stood over you, chewing his tongue. “I thought you might want to change…” he stepped back.

You sat up slowly, wincing at the ache in your ribs. You were trying desperately not to heave a pained breath. The man pulled a chair to face the bed, awkwardly watching you. Digging through the bag, you found assorted items of clothing.

Something delighted washed over you in that moment. You hadn’t had nice clothes in so long. The weeks you spent captive with Hydra you had worn one outfit. When they had taken to torturing you, you wore little to nothing.

Now, you wore a large red henley, obviously his. He’d fit it over you once you were safe on the boat. You hadn’t thought much about it since you’d woken up. 

“Thank you-” you couldn’t get emotional. You wouldn’t. 

You continued to dig through the bag. A tank top, black pants, socks, bandages. You pulled out a pair of lightly colored panties. “Can- can you help me to the bathroom?” You tucked the underwear back in the bag. Under any other circumstance, you would have been embarrassed by the idea of a man buying you undergarments. But ultimately, you were too exhausted and deeply thankful.

He seemed unfazed by it and nodded, leaning down to scoop you up. You made a sound of shock as he carried you and the supplies to the small bathroom. 

“I meant to help me walk-” you winced.

“There's no point in making your feet worse.” He responded, finding no humor in the subject. It was obvious he’d seen the soles of your feet. Obvious that he knew what was done. He set you down on the toilet, then wordlessly exited the room.

It took a great amount of effort, but you successfully filled up the dusty bath and crawled inside. The sting was immediate. You gripped the edge of the porcelain with white knuckles, praying the pain away. 

It was the first real bath you’d had in months. The first time in a long time that you could safely scrub away the grime and sweat, without having to worry about a gunman barging in. 

The small bit of control over your body gave you great pleasure. Though sadly, the joy of the moment was far overshadowed by the excruciating pain that the warm water induced. You hadn’t had a moment to take stock of your injuries, but you assumed the list was long. 

Bruised ribs, electrical burns across your torso, fading lashes along your back, slashed feet, busted lip and battered face. A few long healed fractured bones and a great deal of mental trauma.

Soap gathered in your palms, a polished round block slipping into the water. You were slow, trembling with every reach. You should have found it concerning that the Soldier was in the other room, a man very capable of breaking in if he wanted. 

But you knew he wouldn’t. You just knew. 

By the time you were dressed, you were exhausted. The warm water had softened the split skin on the soles of your feet, making it even harder to stand. With a great deal of self loathing, you called the soldier in to help you back to bed. 

He lifted you off the closed toilet with ease, then set you at the shabby table in the room. You held the folded up red henley in your lap, fiddling with a loose button.

“Where did you go? I kept hearing the door opening and closing, when I was asleep.” You blurted, glancing up at the man.

“I was getting supplies, food and bandages. And your clothes.” He nodded at you from where he sat against the wall. 

“Where did you get money?” You tilted your head. “I doubt Hydra was giving you an allowance.”

He shook his head, glancing out the window. “I found it.”

“You stole it.”

He said nothing.

“I’m not judging you- by the way.” You wanted to shut down that thought before it could start. “I didn’t expect you to pick up a part time job at Starbucks.” He glanced at you. “It’s a coffee shop,” you clarified.

“We can't live off of stolen money, if we want to stay hidden, so I’ll have to find something.” He muttered.

“Won’t you need a social security card? Documents?”

He shook his head. “There’s plenty of work that stays off the books. I’ll make it work.”

The conversation came so naturally to your curious mind, but when you took a second to look at yourselves, you felt sick. 

Was this really happening? 

Were they really doing this? There was no other choice, you knew that, but it was just too much to swallow. Your life from before was over. Everyone and everything you knew would have to stay far, far away from reach. 

The realization made your cheeks sour as bile rose in your throat. You turned your head, jaw clenched. 

The soldier noticed, his shoulders tensing. 

You felt his piercing gaze sweep over you, silently taking stock of you as he tried to figure out what he could possibly say. But there was nothing to say. 

Both of you had lost everything. 

As awful as everything was before, it was all the man had ever known- all that his fractured mind could recall. A life of servitude and restriction, now broken and nonexistent. 

And you, you had lost everything you were and everything you could have been. 

But still, anything was better than the captivity you were forced to endure for so long.

“It’ll be okay.” 

You flinched at the sound of the man’s whispered words. You awkwardly shifted to look back at him.

“When did we switch places?” You whispered, your lips twitching into a wry smile. 

The Soldier tilted his head down, hiding his face. 

You took a second to watch him, his fingers curled into tight fists. “You did it.” You huffed, tilting your heavy head at him.

He glanced up at you from beneath his dark eyelashes. 

“You remembered. You made it.”

He visibly flinched at your words, his metal arm making an electric sound as panels shifted. His frown tugged deeper, his throat bobbing. It was clear he wasn’t ready for the reality of it all. 

It was clear he wasn’t ready for your kindness. 

But you just couldn’t help it. Not when he got you this far.

The springs of the old mattress pressed into your side where you were curled up. You stared at the peeling paint on the wall, a sliver of blue light filtering between the curtains. You tried to sleep, take solace in the warm embrace of your sheets. You tried to find peace in the fact that you were free.

But something kept you awake. Something kept you from falling into that safe darkness. 

The floorboards creaked behind you from where the man shifted, spread out by the door.

“Why did you save me?” The words were quiet, but they broke the soft silence that filled the space. 

You couldn’t help but ask the question. It ate at you, from the moment you opened your eyes and saw his face. You couldn’t wrap your head around why he actually went back for you. Why he would face it all, just to keep you alive.

After a moment of no response, you almost thought he was asleep, but then you heard his soft sigh. “I owe you.”

You shifted, turning to face him. You could see light reflecting off his metal knuckles. His dark silhouette stilled as you watched him. “You don’t owe me a thing.”

You watched his shadow, saw him turn on his back, his black hair falling into the silver moonlight. 

“I owe you everything.” His voice was quiet, heavy, like he was ashamed of the words leaving his mouth.

“It’s not your fault.” You whispered. There was nothing you wanted him to understand more than that.

You listened for a response, but he was talented in the art of silence. “What they did to me isn’t your fault. What happened- all of it, it’s on them.”

“You never would have been there without me, Y/n.” He whispered, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The sound of your name on his tongue sent a shiver down your spine. He so rarely uttered it, you almost forgot he knew it. 

It was good to know he did. That someone did.

“You never should have been there to begin with.” You pointed out, your exhaustion making your voice weak. “We are both victims.” You watched him turn his head towards the door, that sentiment bothering him. “You don’t owe me anything. You saved my life.”

He didn’t respond. You knew he wasn’t asleep. You knew he was a troubled man. You knew how hard your words would be for him to accept. You couldn’t begin to understand him, or his experiences. You doubted anyone could. 

His form was unmoving, his head turned to the ceiling. You didn���t bother him any more, not wanting to push him. 

So you turned onto your back and closed your eyes.

The next morning, as the man helped you change the bandages across your back, he told you his name. 

You froze, looking at him over your shoulder. Your lips curled into a timid smile. He hid his face behind his hair as he continued to secure your wrappings.

“Bucky,” you repeated the name, getting used to the feel of it on your tongue. He stiffened slightly, hearing someone say it outloud. “It’s a good name.” 

You wanted to mention that you remembered him from the museum, that the name finally sparked recognition in your mind. You wanted to tell him that you’d read about him. But you decided it wasn’t something he looked ready to talk about. 

You didn’t know how he knew his name, so you didn’t want to assume he even knew about his past.

He gently tugged your shirt back down when he was done. He purposefully turned away from your kind stare. It felt foreign. He didn’t feel deserving.

But once again, you couldn’t help it. 

Knowing his name meant so much more than having something to call him. It gave him an identity. It solidified the fact that he was a person, just like anyone else, and no matter how hard anyone tried, that couldn’t be changed.

You repeated the name in your head, once, twice, three times. 

Bucky.

A/N: I originally wrote this whole series for my own enjoyment, so its not the best in its pacing. I hope its not too fast paced or anything. I hope you guys enjoy :) More is coming

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[blueicequeen19]

The Inmate

Warnings: tattooed inmate JJ, creampie, dirty talk

It’s late and the only other guard on duty is watching the front as you lead your prisoner further into the empty basement.

“Hope you’re not afraid of the dark.” He pops off as you round a corner and head down another long hallway. You hate the way he smirks as you force him into the small, dark office. His cocky attitude had plagued you since day one. And since then.. you’d known this was only a matter of time.

“What’s this about, Officer?” JJ practically coos, grinning at you in the dark after you lock the door and force him to sit in the old desk chair. You hate how good he looks even in his uniform. His hair is long and unruly, his body filled out and covered with muscles, and that damn throat tattoo just begging to be..

“You know what this is about.” You bite out, briefly tempted to remove his cuffs but then think better of it. He was a flight risk, just like his dad.

“Show me.” He licks his lips, eyeing you hungrily as you undo your belt and sit it on the desk. Next are your boots and pants.

“This is only happening once. To get it out of my system.”

“More.” He nods to your button up, ignoring your words.

“Shut up.” You growl before moving to tug his pants down.

“Sit on my face and make me.” JJ bites his lip as you free the massive erection in his pants. You wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze as butterflies fill your stomach. It was a struggle to appear unimpressed but he’d managed to rub it against you more times than you cared to admit. You knew he was packing.

“You try anything and you’ll regret it.” You warn, tightening your grip until his thighs flex, slowly unbuttoning your shirt with your free hand.

“Trust me, I want you to use me right now. As many times as you want.” JJ’s breathing comes faster, his body already taunt as he waits for your next move. You keep your eyes on his as you slowly lower your panties and let them fall to your ankles.

“I want to taste you.” He practically begs.

“Too bad.” You move to stand directly in front of him, loving the way his pupils are blown and his cock begs for attention. A drop of precum weeps from the tip and you fight the urge to trace it with your tongue.

“No touching.” You turn around, giving him a perfect view of your round ass as you use the desk to brace yourself.

“Oh, fuck.” JJ’s strained words have you shaking with anticipation as you reach between your legs to guide his thick cock where you need him.

“Jesus, you’re so wet.”

“Shut up.” The head slips in with ease and you groan in unison. You sank down half way, your walls stretching to accommodate him as you braced yourself on his thighs. He was so big. And thick. This position almost hurt.

“Fuckkkkkkk.” JJ plants his feet and thrusts the rest of the way in, making you cry out from the sudden harsh intrusion.

“Fuck, it’s deep.” You cry, plastering your back to his chest as you watch him start to fuck you. His panting fills the air along with your moans. The slap of his balls against your ass echos as you bounce to keep up with his movements. It felt like he was in your stomach, about to come out your throat.

“You gonna cum for me? You know you love this inmate cock.” JJ groans into your neck, making your insides pulse as you barrel towards an explosive climax. You snake an arm around his neck, gripping his hair as you plant your feet on the desk to help yourself bounce. His cuffed hands fist your shirt at your back, keeping you in place as you fuck each other.

“Fuck, J.” You whimper, reaching down to rub your clit with your free hand. The orgasm is explosive, barely giving you enough time to clamp your lips shut as your body convulses around him.

“Thats it. Milk me dry.” He bites your ear lobe, making you clench harder around his cock as you try to come back down from your high. Your legs shake uncontrollably and you can barely catch your breath as he pummels harder into you.

Without warning he’s standing and bending you at the waist so your chest meets the desk. A loud cry echos in the room as he fucks you even harder than before, the new position making your knees buckle.

“Look at you. A complete fucking mess for me and I’m still in cuffs.” JJ taunts, kicking your feet wider apart as his hands grip your ass. Your breath fans across the test as he drives you closer and closer to the edge with every snap of his hips.

When you both reach your peak at the same time and he moans loud and long as he releases inside you is the moment you realize that this won’t just be a one time thing.

[stele3]

Blood donations through the Red Cross: a guide

Blood drives are always going on. You can go to the Red Cross website and find one in your area.

The website sends you text reminders the day before, as well as a link to the Rapid Pass, a questionnaire that determines you eligibility.

Yes, you can give blood if you’ve had gay sex; Biden fixed that. Yes, you can give blood if you’ve got tattoos, so long as they were conducted in a licensed facility.

On the day of, you go to the drive. You need your driver’s license, which they’ll scan. If you didn’t do the Rapid Pass ahead of time, you do it there.

They then check your hematocrit — usually by pricking your finger — your blood pressure, and your temperature. You sign a form saying you understand they’re gonna test your blood for diseases and will contact you if you’ve got any.

Time for the scary part. You walk over and lie down on what looks like a massage table. They put a blood cuff around your arm and have you squeeze a squishy thing to enlarge your veins. Once they’ve found a good one, they mark it with a pen.

They apply disinfectant to the whole area.

Steps 4-7 take about half an hour.

They insert the needle, tape it to your wrist, and wait while the bag fills. The normal blood donation takes 3 units, or 3 pints. Each unit is one transfusion, which is why the Red Cross says every donation can save 1-3 lives.

How long step 9 takes depends on you. Several factors are at play: your cardiovascular fitness, your hydration level, and the size of your veins. My speed record for filling the bag is 4 minutes and 4 seconds, but I’m told that’s insanely fast. (I guzzle water the day of.)

Once you’ve filled the bag, they take the needle out, apply gauze, and tell you to hold it over your head while they secure your donation. Once they’ve done that, they wrap tape around your elbow, which is to stay in place for an hour. The gauze needs to stay in place for about 4 hours.

SNACKS.

There is a critical shortage of O type blood, both O- and O+. There is always a critical shortage of O types, because O- is the universal donor (can give to anyone). However, because of its rarity (only 7% of the population), its use is restricted to babies and pregnant people. The most common blood type used in ERs is type O+.

Yes, this has the potential to cause side effects for people who have any type of - blood. Considering the beyond-critical shortage of O- and the prevalence of + types (85% of the population) vs - types (15% of the population), ERs will usually roll the dice and give you O+ until they figure out what blood type you actually have.

IF YOU HAVE TYPE O BLOOD PLEASE DONATE. Everyone should donate but especially type O.

If you don’t know your blood type, good news! The Red Cross will tell you after you donate! That’s very useful information for you to have, and they give it to you for free.

And I mean….theoretically, you could use this process to check for blood diseases like HIV. It’s free! If you have no other way of accessing that info, the Red Cross will absolutely test your blood and alert you if you’re positive. Scratch that, irresponsible advice. Apologies!

I’m not scared of needles, but I faint at the sight of my own blood. I still go every 8 weeks, because doing so SAVES LIVES. I have donated 8 times. That means I’ve saved the lives of between 8-24 people. Can you imagine how good that feels? 8-24 people are alive because every 8 weeks I plop my ass down in a gym or church or whatever and white-knuckle my phone for 5 minutes.

50% of people are eligible to give blood but only 5% do, and that number falls to catastrophic levels among young people. Millennials and Gen Z give 40% less blood than older generations, and that’s placing us all at risk.

So if you’re in the 50% of the population who’s eligible to donate, roll your sleeves up and avert your eyes, guys. This is THE most basic form of mutual aid you can possibly do.

[simplyzeeka]

Yes Day

Warnings: MDNI!! Smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving, condescending dick Terry, unprotected sex (just... don't) p in v, oral (m recieving)

Pairing: Terry x plus sized!oc (Fatima)

Note: She was supposed to sl*t him out, but Terry said no, not happening and just took the reigns.😔

This one's short and sweet

He should have known better. Terry should have known better than to participate with his girlfriend in ‘Yes day’. He knew better than to indulge because he knew how Fatima's mind worked.

At first he thought it would be miniscule things, like getting him to add sugar in his grits in the morning, or get her to pick his clothes for work, because his baby wouldn't dare ask him to do the impossible, right?

Wrong. And unfortunately for Terry, him underestimating Fatima forced him into a very compromising position.

Knees to the ground and his wrists bound behind his back, in some black fluffy cuffs while her thighs closed around his face. All that and one rule that ran in his mind constantly. “No touching.”

So yes, he should have known better, because she was also speaking to him like she had lost her damn mind.

“Don't be mad, baby. I asked if you were hungry and you said yes.” he should have known better, because he knew she was a tease. “Now be a good boy, and eat.” Fatima guides his head deeper into her pussy, his nose nuzzling against her clit deliciously while he put his mouth to good use, indulging them both.

“Mhm, doin’ so good. Just like that, you ain't new to this hmm?” She coaxed, resting on her elbows as she stared into the beautiful petrichor of his eyes. “Uh uhn, my baby true to this, eating me so good. Keep going.”

That almost made him forget his predicament, always loved how she talked to him, never being one to shy away from being vocal. When Terry talked to her , best believe Fatima was gonna talk back.

Fatima's hand travelled to her supple breasts, groping softly as she threw her head back. “Eyes on me Fat, wanted me to eat so bad, so you gon’ watch.” And damn, did he love to talk to her.

The languid movements of his tongue had her leaning her crotch closer to his face, something about the way he curled the wet muscle that made her think he was urging her to come closer. She raised her head, looking down at him as he made beautiful love to her swollen nub. Terry hums against her flooding heat, sending agitated vibration through her pussy and straight to her stomach, and a little to her messy, deluded head.

He couldn't help but smile against the wetness of her folds, holding back a mocking chuckle, because even with his hands cuffed, even when she tried to take dominance, Fatima obliged to Terry’s every command.

She looked so pretty to him, her hair in simple straight back plaits. No make up on her face, showing every blemish, mole and pimple. Eyebrows a little outgrown since she missed her appointment to trim them, lashes long and lush, Terry swore they could kiss her cheeks.

Honestly, he could do this to her anyday, but the need to touch her burned him, just as it did Fatima, because she loved it when he touched her.

She was writhing now, his mouth not being nearly enough. “Uncuff me, baby.” a simple order, and she contemplated. Frowned as she pouted at the loss of his hot mouth against her mound, still, she nodded and slipped off the dinner table.

She should have known better. Fatima should have known better than to think Terry would let all of that slide. Should have said ‘no’ and wore his mouth out, let him put her to sleep.

Because now, Terry was so deep inside her that Fatima would the one to fuck around and put a ring on him. He put it on her like he wanted death to be the reason they part, cause there was no way Fatima would ever fully allow him to fuck anyone else like the way he was doing her. “Fuck you thought this was? Telling me not to touch you like you run shit. Fix that arch, Fatima.”

They have moved from the dinner table, now on the couch as Fatima rested her elbows on the armrest as he drilled into her gushy folds. He reached the most unreachable depths of her cunt with each thrust, well at least she thought they were unreachable until now.

He gripped at the flesh of her hips once she did as told, then picked up the pace as he began with his much appreciated torment. “Can’t ever let us have a good day, hmm? Always gotta run your mouth.” There is a small slip of a whimper as he speaks, that sound alone being enough for Fatima to fuck him back, just to draw more out of him.

“M’sorry baby, fuck, Im so sorry.” She was clenching around him so much, in hopes that that would stutter his movements, but with the way she spilled her excitement around him, that only made it easier for him.

With his bottom lip captured between his teeth, Terry awes at the beautiful sight of her slick coating his dick, her hums in approval. “I know baby. Makin’ it up to me. You wet as fuck, Fat. Dammit.”

His moans were enough to motivate her to gyrate her hips, catching each and every thrust he threw at her with skill. There was something about the way Terry spoke, something about the baritone of his voice and the slight slur of moans that had Fatima wanting to do anything he wanted. He's always had that kind of leverage over her, barely had to do much to get what he wants, he just had to ask in a way that had her constantly clenching her thighs together.

“There you go, Fat. Keep on baby, you gonna catch this nut baby, hmm? Have my baby?”

And as always, she would say yes, because Terry fucked her so good. Stroked his initials with the tip of his dick in the depth of her warm cunt. Places she was sure no one would be able to reach. “Oh my… fuck yesss.”

“Yeah? You so nasty Fatima. Why you letting my fuck you like this?” Always so full of mocking, but then again, condescending Terry was always the best to give dick, and dick dumb Fatima was always the best to take it. A great team they made

“Can't even speak. But you was talking all that shit earlier.” Terry slowed down to deliver a slow and deep stroke that had Fatima reach and arm behind her and push at his stomach. “Fuckkk, let up T.”

Terry shook his head, grabbed her arm and pinned it to her back. He continued offering the slow stroked, a frown on his face as sweat dripped down onto Fatima's back. His legs were getting tired with how long they've been at it, but he ignored the burn in his thighs, kept going, he was nowhere near done.

“I'm ‘bout to nut. Milk me dry baby, c'mon.” Terry coaxed, maintaining the slow, steady pace of his hips while he felt his orgasm nearing closer, specifically because Fatima couldn't stop clenching around his dick, doing just as he had ordered.

“Fuckk you did so good baby. Just like that.” Terry coached her through his game, pumping in and out of her. Consciously pumping his nut inside of her. “There you go, pretty girl.”

Fatima slumped on the couch once she felt Terry slip out of her. She heard Terry shuffle around, but couldn't find the energy to turn and look over at him. She did hear the soft pattering of steps, the carpeted floor not being enough to drown Terry's steps.

She only looked up when she felt a fan of breath on her face. She came face-to-face with Terry's face, his hand met her head and ran his fingers between the parts of her plaits. He was still stark naked and crouched on the floor, admiring Fatima's messiness. “You good, baby?”

Fatima could only nod with a small smile, blinking up at him. “Hm, good. Take a lil’ break, we ain't done.”

And soon enough, after he wiped her clean and gave her water to drink, Terry had his dick stuffed in her mouth while he sat on the couch, letting her apologise for her stupid requests with little gags and whimpers for the rest of that evening.

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[spicybunni]

YANDERE MILLIONAIRE X FEM DARLING

This is based off a wacky dream I had about being kidnapped by a handsome millionaire. What does that say about my mental health? Absolutely nothing.

WARNINGS⚠️ : SFW / DUBCON TOUCHING / KIDNAPPING

🥀Your limbs were sore, aching to be released in their bent positions. The last thing you remember was going to bed on a normal night, nothing unusual about your day at work. Now you're awake feeling groggy, were you drugged? How long had you been asleep? so many thoughts and questions were running through your mind.

🥀'Help! Someone! Please help me!' Your cries echoed in the room. Everything seemed so empty and hallow all around you. You must be in some abandoned building.

🥀Breathing was becoming harder and harder as you cried out. Your arms were behind you, cuffed together and chained to a wall.

🥀Your thoughts pause as you hear footsteps coming, climbing up nearby stairs. Breathe quickening, you shove yourself against the wall to at least ground yourself. The door to the room opens suddenly. You hear two- no...4 people come through. They're all men, speaking in a foreign language you can't understand or name. You start to hyperventilate as the terror finally hits you. You don't have any shoes or socks on. Just the pajamas you went to bed with. You're so exposed.

🥀The steps come to a halt surrounding you. Your breath is coming out shaky now.

"P-Please....Let me go..."

🥀A male voice finally speaks out, sounding as if giving an order. You hear them approach you and feel hands on your arms, holding you in place as another one unlocks the chain from your cuffs.

The chain drops to the ground, making you jump from the loud rattle it made.

🥀You're brought into a van, the seats are leather and cold against your exposed skin. The men don't hurt you, in fact they seem hesitant to even grab you. In these scenarios you would expect them to be rough. they don't answer nay of your question or pleas inside. So you just wait.

🥀It felt like hours before the vehicle halts. You hear the men get out first before the doors roll open for you. They rip the blindfold off you so you can guide yourself. You realize its actually daytime when your eyes adjust to the sudden light. And as you guessed earlier you were still in your pajamas. Your comfy pants and loose shirt thank goodness. Sometimes you slept in just your underwear.

🥀You take in the scenery around you. From the round about fountain the van was parked in front of, to the expanding nature surrounding the mansion. They have brought you to an estate.

🥀The mansion you have arrived at is breathtaking. From the rose bushes and flower gardens, the roman statues posed in-between, and the wood carved doors that opened.

🥀A few maids come out surrounding a man you recognized. He was your boss's boss. You were just a cleaning lady at his company's building. He was a bit older than you, but by all means was handsome and powerful. You had a chance to meet him briefly a few times while walking through the building early in the mornings or at night. But what was he doing here?

🥀"There she is! How are you feeling sweetie?" He seems joyful to see you as he approaches. The weight of being kidnapped was sore in your throat from your cries and pleas. The effects of whatever you had been drugged with was slowly wearing off, but you were nowhere near sober. You were so exhausted, but not broken enough to just lean in. You take a step back making you bump into the guards behind you.

“W-What am I doing here? What do you want from me!” You hold your arms in front of your stomach.

🥀He has a crisp black suit on, dressing just as sharp when you would see him at the company building. His expression goes from excited to sympathetic at your response to him.

“You look real tired sweetheart... Why don’t you come inside and we’ll get you more comfortable.” He stretches his hand out to you. You weren’t going to take it until one of the guards taps your back with the barrel of his gun. Making you jump forward to his hand.

🥀He grins down at your frightened self as you shakily put your hand in his. His much larger hand envelops yours and he guides you into the estate with his other on your lower back.

"Please I don't know why you're doing this I-"

"My dear, I know this is a lot to take in. But have patience. Once you're all fixed up we can talk. Ahem - Ladies, would you kindly take her upstairs and make her comfortable?"

🥀He ushers you with the maids to have them clean you up and dress you. Your body was finally regaining its strength, expelling the drug from your system throwing up into the toilet. You felt so weak but knew you must save every bit of strength to get out of here. The maids gently held your hair up as you expelled yourself.

🥀You felt as though you were getting a spa treatment. They stripped you down to your naked body and guide you towards a steaming bath mixed with salts and flower petals. They attempted to wash you but you grabbed the sponge warning them off the idea and taking care of that part yourself. Whatever was in that bath did relax you a little. Your skin was absolutely glowing.

🥀They dress you in a weird vintage gown. It reaches below your knees and you have to wear a petticoat so the dress falls nicely. This was a major difference to the jeans and work clothes you would wear at your job and daily life. It was one of those traditional 50’s housewife dresses.

🥀Mr.Millionaire had his eye on you for so long since your first encounter with him. He thought that a woman of your caliber should be enjoying the finer things in life than scrubbing toilets. He found your kindness and humble nature endearing. His obsession went a bit further when he could make small talk with you in the morning. Of course he would be at his own building all hours of the day, so running into you a few times was inevitable. He would ask how your day was going and then slowly delve into personal questions. Many along the lines of “do you have a boyfriend?” “What are you doing tonight?” “Have you seen this movie?”

🥀You didn’t see why he would ask such questions to a maid. At the time you just thought maybe he was just trying to be nice to common folks such as yourself. You didn't see it as anything romantic because...well, you felt that he could have any he desired so why would he want you?

🥀Honestly, you should have seen the all the red flags at that point. Especially with what he had said after you answered his question of being happy with life. He saw how tirelessly you worked and rushed to exit to your next shift.

“Sounds like you are in need of a vacation from life my dear...”

You uncomfortably laugh at his joke.

“Right, right but bills don’t pay themselves sir…”

He held your gaze and nodded.

"No, they certainly don't."

🥀And you excused yourself after dusting and vacuuming his office. Not really wanting to continue the conversation further. But little did you realize you had sealed the deal. To him, you would be happier if you didn’t work or have to pay rent. At his age he should be married already anyway. He could use a cute wife like you to keep him company.

🥀Back to the present, the maids guided you to the living room of the mansion. You walk in and notice him by the fireplace sipping on a glass of whiskey.

🥀His eyes light up as he spots you coming in in your new attire. Letting out a low wolf whistle.

“Well how about that, the star got even brighter. You look great sweetheart.” He takes a final sip before setting his glass down.

“Come sit with me, won’t you?”

🥀He sees you glance to the doors where the maids hurried behind. Leaving the two of you alone finally.

“Ah-ah, I wouldn’t try that if I were you. You can run anywhere you’d like sweetie but I can assure you, it will not pleasant if you are found. Now, please …won’t you join me?”

🥀You glance back to him, shaking that he is already threatening you if you were to escape. Slowly stepping over to the leather sofa with him. The clicking sound of your mary jane heels halts as you seat yourself stiffly on the cushions.

🥀You cut right to the chase of why you are here again. He sighs, hoping you would have just figured that out by now. He gently takes your hand in both his large ones, his golden rings sliding against your palm.

"Sweetie, you are the one who gave me this idea. I mean - you looked so miserable cleaning and working day and night to make ends meet. I just wanted to make you happy and see you smile. And in return, you become all mine..."

"B-But you never even asked me! This is crazy!"

He tilts his head slightly with a condescending smile. He pulls your hand towards him, bringing you closer. You yelp at his actions, flinching when he leans into your ear.

"I don't ask for things that I want, sweetheart."

[yandere-paramour]

BDSM with Noelle

"Noelle, I don't know about this," Your voice was shaky and unsure as you pulled at the cuffs.

"Don't pull. You'll hurt yourself," She took your right hand, then your left, guiding them back to the straps, "We've talked about this numerous times. I know you're nervous, but we have to push through that. If you truly can't do this, I can untie you-"

"No," You interrupted her, "No, let's... let's just do it."

Noelle looked at you for a long time before she said anything, "Alright. Let's do it then."

She slipped an eye mask over your eyes, and another of your senses was cut off.

You really had no idea where she got the thing. A friend on Discord had sent you an AO3 link and like a good friend, you opened it. You only intended to read a chapter or two then say it wasn't your thing, because it wasn't. What kind of freak wanted to be tied up and hit?

You, apparently.

You devoured the 55-chapter fanfiction before Noelle even got home, and you fell down a rabbit hole you knew you'd never climb out of. There was just so much you didn't know about, and the more you disparaged it, the more appealing it became. What would it feel like, to mix pleasure and pain like that? Which would prevail in the end? Could you handle it? You were always a crybaby, but you weren't weak.

Lucky for you, AO3 had millions of filthy, smutty stories for you to read, and Noelle gave you only the best of everything, including internet access. You read dozens of BDSM fics before you got tired of reading and Noelle came home for steak night, but the thought of it never really left your mind.

When the giant box came to the apartment door, you never expected what was in it, but there it was, a Saint Andrew's cross set up right in Noelle's study. The wood of the cross matched the wood of her desk. Like it had always been there. Like it was meant to match.

Why was this taking so long? You fidgeted in your cuffs, embarrassed at the exposed position she had you in. Your wrists and ankles were cuffed to each of the prominences of the cross, leaving you naked and spread wide. A bit of slick dribbled down your left leg and you ached to wipe it off, to clean yourself and close your legs like a good girl.

The anticipation was killing you; why was she so silent?

"Noelle?"

"Speak when spoken to."

When Noelle's authoritative voice came suddenly from your left, a sharp bit of electricity hit you on your right hip. You jerked, beyond surprised. What the fuck was that?

You opened your mouth to speak, to protest, but you felt the charge of... whatever that was crackling closer to a lot more sensitive part, clearly a warning. Rightfully, you shut your mouth.

"Good girl," Noelle's voice was behind you this time, and her hand caressed your bare back, making you whimper and your knees turn to jelly.

Noelle was right; with this blindfold on, everything felt more intense, stronger. Her fingers ghosted over your exposed flesh, occasionally interspersed with a light shock somewhere sensitive. Noelle took special care with your nipples, the backs of your shoulders, the swell of your abdomen, even between your toes. She chuckled darkly every time you yelped and jumped, and she never gave you any indication of what she was going to do next.

Except that she was studiously avoiding your privates. You were growing frustrated, needy. When you anticipated another shock to your hip, you tried to grind on her, to get some blessed friction.

And you got a different type of friction. You knew what this was. The falls of a leather flogger landed right on your ass, stopping your mischief in its tracks. This hurt, actually hurt, the first real pain of the day. Like a pervert, you bit back a moan.

"Oh? She likes that?" Noelle's hands snaked between your legs and you whimpered, "You do like it, don't you? I can tell. So wet."

Noelle loved teasing you like this, humiliating you for your body's natural reaction to her touches. It excited her to make you squirm.

"Little one, let's have some fun now," She whispered in your ear, lightly pulling your hair, "Trust me now. I'm in charge."

You were so damn wet, you barely felt it as Noelle used your own slick to lubricate the vibrator. With a special rope tie, she slipped part of it inside you, the other part nestled right by your clit. It was already staggering, but everything elevated when she clicked the button, turning it on.

Strikes rained down on your ass and back, overwhelming every part of you. The vibrator would have you twisting one way, and a particularly vicious hit would have you twisting the other. Endorphine flooded your brain, pain mixing with pleasure in just the way you dreamed of. You felt the tension rising within you, and you bucked your hips, moaning like a lewd animal with every strike. You chased that high, that intense euphoric feeling you knew you could hit if only she would allow you. She would have to allow it. You were a good girl, you deserved it, and you were not above begging.

"No-Noelle," Tears ran down your face and saliva dripped from your mouth as you struggled to corral your brain to speak, "Please-please let me-"

"No. Don't you fucking dare."

Noelle snapped into action, dropping the flogger to abruptly slide the vibrator out of you, tossing it onto the floor without even giving it a lick as you know she preferred to do. Your hips twitched and bucked, searching for stimulation they could no longer find.

"I'll do it."

You felt the strap at your hole, the eight-inch ribbed one, the biggest you both owned. You started to push back against her, wanting something, anything inside you. You needed it, needed her, and as your Mistress, she generously obliged.

Noelle entered you fully in one thrust, wrestling a cry from your lips. You and her had made love many time before, but this wasn't that.

This was fucking.

She fucked you roughly, pistoning into you while her hands and mouth caressed and bit the flogging bruises on your back. It wasn't long before you came the first time, and even as the overstimulation began to prickle at your skin, she kept going. Noelle was going until she got her pleasure; your own orgasms were of little consequence.

You came 4 times before Noelle's arms tightened around you, and you heard the little moan/whine she always made as she came. You both just stood there for a minute, you still strapped to the cross and her still in you, taking you from behind.

"Are you alright?" A soft hand stroked your face, wiping away your tears, "Was I too rough?"

Noelle slipped out of you, and more slick dribbled from you. Your head felt woozy, and your legs were weak. You wanted to answer her, but she felt so far away right now, and your vision was hazy. You felt Noelle carefully unstrap your wrists and ankles, and you leaned on her as she carefully dragged you to the couch, taking care to lay you on your stomach. A warm, wet towel cleaned between your legs, and she held a water bottle to your mouth, encouraging you to drink.

"Relax, my Darling. Don't try to talk. I've got you, okay?" Her words were soft and honeyed, and you felt them wrap around you like a secure hug.

Your ass and back really didn't hurt that badly, but Noelle was worried you would be sore in the morning. You whined as she meticulously rubbed healing ointment into your bruises; it was cold. She hushed you like you were a fussy child, and you quieted down immediately. Even after, Noelle still expected to be obeyed, and you listened.

"Chocolate incoming," A truffle was placed on your tongue, and you savored the sweetness as Noelle put the heated blanket over you. Dimly, you heard soft music playing. How long had that been on?

"Noelle?" You finally peeped as she took her place behind you, resting your head on her lap so she could stroke your soft hair.

"Sweetheart!" Noelle's lovely face showed actual concern. "You've come back to me. Are you alright? How do you feel? Are you in pain?"

You swallowed the chocolate, licking your lips, building anticipation for her as she did for you.

"Can we do that again sometime?"

[kkbbangg]

SKZ HC KINKS (TAROT BASED) (MINHO & CHAN)

Basically, analyzing Stray Kids and helping me with the tarot... These are the Kinks that I think the members of Stray Kids would have.

Pt.1

WARNING: SMUT HEADCANON, NOTHING WRITTEN IS REAL, IT IS ONLY FROM MY POINT OF VIEW AND THE INTERPRETED ANSWERS OF A TAROT DECK!!!

MASTERLIST

Headcanon below the cut!

BANG CHAN

• Dominant but affectionate – The Emperor

Represents control, authority, and stability. Bang Chan gives off strong leader vibes but with a protective nature, fitting the soft dom archetype.

He gives off the vibe of someone who likes to be in control but never loses that caring touch. A classic "soft dom."

• Praise kink – The Sun

Symbolizes happiness, confidence, and validation. Someone with this energy thrives on praise and feels even more motivated when their partner enjoys it too.

He loves giving and receiving compliments. Knowing you’re enjoying yourself only fuels him more.

• Light bondage – The Devil

This card represents intense passion and hidden pleasures. Not necessarily something extreme, but a definite inclination toward playing with control and surrender.

Nothing extreme, but he might enjoy soft cuffs or silk restraints to play with control.

• Overstimulation – The Chariot

Speaks of intensity, unstoppable momentum, and determination. In this context, it suggests relentless pacing and a desire to push the limits of pleasure.

With his energy, he’d definitely love pushing the limits of pleasure, I get the vibe that Chan would change the pace and depth, he would like to tease you a little... leave you on the edge so that you feel like you're about to finish but not give you that little step you need to do it.

• Dirty talk – The Magician

The Magician masters communication and persuasion. His voice and words would be key tools in creating a more intense experience.

His voice in heated moments would be a huge strength, He would tell you things like "Do you feel how deep I am inside you?" "feel it throbbing, baby? All for you..."

• Dreamy aftercare – The Star

Represents healing, calm, and tenderness. After all the intensity, The Star brings the soothing energy of care, balance, and affection.

Massages, cuddles, and sweet words after everything, "You did so good, sweetie..." "You need some water?" "Let me clean you up, baby..."

LEE KNOW

• Dominant yet playful – The Emperor

The Emperor represents control, authority, and leadership, but also has a protective and just side. This card symbolizes dominance but with a touch of responsibility and playful power dynamics, fitting the idea of being dominant yet playful.

Lee Know has a somewhat outgoing and confident personality, which could translate into a dominant kink, but with a playful touch, still being soft and attentive when it comes to his partner.

• Massages and caresses – The Sun

The Sun is related to warmth, vitality, and deep connection. It represents positive energy and joy, ideal for acts of giving and receiving massages and caresses, as it conveys comfort, happiness, and well-being.

With his passion for dancing and movement, he might enjoy massages and caresses, maybe even in a more intimate context, where he prefers to explore his partner's body in a calm and sensual way.

•Power play – The Magician

The Magician is a card that speaks of mastering skills and the ability to create and control reality. It reflects someone who has power, control, and the ability to guide situations in their favor, aligning with the kink of maintaining control during intimacy.

In his professional life, he has a disciplined and controlling approach, so a kink related to the idea of maintaining control during intimacy could be interesting for his headcanon. It doesn’t necessarily have to be extreme, but more of a subtle roleplay.

•Aesthetic and clothing – The Empress

The Empress is the card of beauty, abundance, and sensuality. It’s connected to aesthetics and self-care, perfectly fitting a kink related to clothing or appearance, seeking harmony and beauty.

As someone who knows how to take care of his appearance, he might have a preference for certain types of lingerie or clothing he likes to see on his partner, whether it’s something elegant or daring.

•Trust play – The Lovers

The Lovers represents deep connection, trust, and union. It’s the card of commitment and making important decisions in relationships, reflecting a dynamic of complete trust between the two involved.

A kink that involves fully trusting his partner, where the physical interactions are smooth and fluid, reflecting the deep connection he shares with those he truly cares about.

[delirious-donna]

tw: Barou Shouei x female reader, selfship coded, very self indulgent, hurt/comfort (I needed it), pro footballer Barou, sports physio reader, feelings of inadequacy, mentions of toxic media, Shouei showing that he does have a softer side, fluff, mentions of past sexual escapades... just let me be vulnerable for a minute

You shouldn’t have looked.

It would cause you nothing but pain, and yet you found yourself unable to resist clicking onto the trashy article and scrolling through the lines and lines of lies, exaggerations and pure vindictive speculation.

It was par for the course when you were dating a world-famous footballer, but it didn’t make it any easier.

There were several candid photos of you and Barou leaving a restaurant; his arm around your waist, hand secure on your hip whilst he guided you towards his car, and your head lowered to shield you from the attention of the awaiting paparazzi. Another series of photos were of Barou alone, including one of his official headshots and some live action shots from his latest match.

A timid smile curved your lips, one finger touching over his face on the screen. You were on the sidelines that day, watching from the dugout as part of the official team staff, with your heart in your mouth for the entire 90 minutes.

It wasn’t easy being known as the team’s physio when the relationship between the two of you had been exposed. That was nearly a year ago now, and despite offering your resignation—you wanted to be with Shouei more than you wanted to keep your current position—the higher ups had refused. They allowed you to date their star player without risk to your career. Something about him having a partner mellowing him out or whatever.

The media took to the juicy gossip of a workplace romantic scandal like hungry piranhas, but once it was obvious that there were no repercussions, they grew bored and turned their contempt towards you. They wouldn’t have a bad word to say about their golden boy, their king, but you… you were another matter altogether and they hated to see a woman happy.

Renowned sports physio is losing her touch.

Spate of injuries rocks the football world.

Star striker slumming it with plain jane.

Each new headline hurt. They attacked your professionalism, your dating history, your personality and your appearance. Today it was the latter.

Apparently you weren't the right choice for a man of Shouei's level. You didn't dress in designer clothing, you didn't teeter about in high heels or wear make up every time you stepped outside your front door, you didn't affiliate with luxury brands or promote products on social media.

You were not pretty enough.

Too plain.

Too boring.

Tears blurred your vision until the words jumbled together and became completely unreadable. You sniffled into the cuff of your sweatshirt sleeve as doubt started to fill your mind with the worst thoughts imaginable. Maybe they were right. Maybe it would be for the best if you called it quits here.

The bedroom door opened at that moment, and you jumped as if caught red-handed. Shouei walked in from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips and hair damp and loose around his shoulders. He wiped a small hand towel against his head at the same time you dabbed furiously at your eyes, snapping shut the laptop and shoving it across the bed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked instantly, his ruby eyes narrowing on you to examine your face whilst you did your best to hide from him. There was a gruffness to his question, but in the next heartbeat he was padding close to tilt your face up, concern evident in his expression.

“Are you crying? Who do I need to kill?”

It was an attempt at humour, and you appreciated it, even though it made your sobs return even louder and harder. Your shoulders rose and fell with them, the misery eating you alive from the inside.

“Hey,” he said. Shouei sat beside and touched your shoulder, you could feel the heat from the shower through his palm and roughened fingers. Tenderly, he reached around until he could pull you across his lap to sit on the towel. It was dry and smelled of his body wash and shampoo. “Talk to me.”

It was a request, not a demand. Your nose rubbed at his broad shoulder; eyes shuttered as if that would somehow block out the emotions. His skin was smooth and peppered in small sun freckles over both shoulders and across the width of his back. They made him more human, a thought you had formed back in those early days when he still seemed untouchable like a celebrity who would never know of your existence despite how much you admired them.

“I don’t want to.”

“Not an option, little dove. C’mon, I need to know what’s bothering my girl so I can fix it.”

“That’s the problem, Sho! Not everything is fixable. Not when everyone seems to be out to split us up,” you half yelled, half cried.

You could feel him freeze beneath you. His posture going utterly rigid, the air in his lungs and throat taking pause whilst an anger swarmed upward and out. It wrapped around you both until you were fully enveloped in its destructive heat. If you let it consume you, there was a chance that things could be torn apart on the heels of pure fury.

As quickly as it emerged, it dissipated. Barou crushed you to his chest and buried his head at your neck. He remained quiet, letting you work out the tears until you were hiccuping with dry sobs. His fingers stroked down your spine, methodical and calculating. You knew his mind had to be racing, but how did you move forward?

“Should we…?” You trailed off, the thought alone lodging a hard lump in your throat that ached to swallow past.

At that, he grabbed at your shoulders and moved you to arm’s length. Those carmine eyes searched your face, searching for a sign to prove if you really meant it and finding none. He would not be fooled by the words, there was no weight in them because they were hollow and untrue.

It was hard to hold his gaze, the little shake he gave every time your eyes started to slide off to the side only emphasised how tight your chest felt even thinking that horrible thought. Your life was better, so much better with him in it. Yes, there were pitfalls and obstacles to overcome but each one had been worth the work.

Shouei licked over his lips. “I don’t want that, do you?”

You shook your head, hair falling into your eyes and clinging to the tears crowded there. You were crumbling right in front of him, and he wasn’t backing away. If anything, he was leaning closer until his forehead rested against yours.

“I don’t care what those cunts published, its not true and I will burn their shitty little offices to the ground if you just ask me to,” he enthused with a growl.

It was enough to make you laugh, though you knew he’d do it if you really wanted him to. Barou Shouei on a mission was a force to be reckoned with. It reminded you of how aggressively he pursed you when he finally worked up the courage to voice his interest. That was a thought for another day…

Your palms cupped his cheeks, thumbs sweeping across the width of his sharp angled eyebrows. “You’re not looking for a model or an actress or some twittering young social media influencer to be your girlfriend?”

“Fuck no!”

“… ‘cause apparently I’m not WAG material,” you said with a sad smile.

Without missing a beat, Barou spun you around on the bed and hovered over you. His breath fanned warm and minty across your skin until you swallowed thickly. He kissed you, and there was nothing fierce or dominating about how his mouth moved atop yours. It was slow and deliberate, as if he could breathe the depth of his love right into your lungs.

The hard planes of his body, that you knew intimately, moulded to your softer ones in perfect cohesion. The contrast was not lost on you, and it wasn’t only evident in physical attributes, but also the difference in your natures. You were two unique pieces that seemed to fit two completely different puzzles, but when connected, you created a whole new picture that was better than the ones that came before.

“I want you, not some woman that’s only with me for how I can benefit them. Vapid, money hungry leeches. Not like you,” he sighed the last words, his nose rubbing against yours. He continued, “I still remember the fight you put up on our first proper date. You wanted to split the bill, and I nearly had a fucking aneurysm with how stubborn you were about it.”

You giggled, your heart feeling lighter for the first time in hours.

“Well, I didn’t want you thinking that I owed you something just because you paid for dinner!” The words were accompanied by your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers brushing through his beautiful silky hair.

“Baby… by that point we had already fucked six ways to Sunday. You didn’t want to admit that you were falling for me, that’s all.”

“Shouei! Oh my god… you’re awful. Just remember that you fell first, mister ‘I’m so big and tough that I get constipated over my own emotions’. Don’t give me that look,” you scolded when his brow furrowed, and his teeth came together in a firm line. You jabbed a finger at him, and he caught it between those perfectly white teeth causing you to squeal and smack playfully at his back.

He let go with a grin. “To be clear, I don’t want us to break up—ever. You gave me a reason to live and strive to be a better man, other than football. I’ll always be grateful that you gave me the time of day. Those shitheads should be writing about how I’m not good enough for you.”

“Oh hush. I love you, my big dummy.”

“I love you more, my queen.”

[gentlekalita]

Painless BDSM Ideas

Today, I’m excited to share some painless BDSM ideas that can enhance your experience without the sting, ensuring you feel adored while still indulging in the thrilling dynamics of power exchange.

BDSM doesn't have to be synonymous with pain. In fact, there are countless ways to explore dominance and submission that focus on pleasure, intimacy, and consent. Whether you’re new to the scene or an experienced player looking to switch things up, these ideas can provide a sensual and enjoyable experience, embracing the softer side of BDSM.

1. Sensory Play

One of the most exciting ways to explore BDSM is through sensory play. This involves heightening or dulling the senses to create unique experiences on your body. Here are a few ideas:

Blindfolding: By blindfolding your partner, you can heighten their other senses. They won’t see what’s coming next, leaving them to focus entirely on touch, sound, and smell. Use soft fabrics to cover their eyes, creating an intimate atmosphere filled with anticipation.

Temperature Play: Introduce sensations of warmth and coolness to create intense feelings of pleasure. Try using ice cubes, chilled objects, or warm oils during massages. The contrast can be thrilling and invigorating without any associated pain.

Feathers and Soft Fabrics: Incorporate feathers or soft fabrics to tease and explore your partner's body. The gentle sensations can lead to a delightful build-up of arousal without any discomfort.

2. Bondage with a Twist

Bondage doesn’t have to mean restrictive ties or painful restraints. Here are some gentle bondage ideas to try:

Silk Scarves or Ropes: Use soft silk scarves or gentle ropes to tie wrists and ankles. This can be more comfortable than traditional restraints and can still give a sense of submission without tightness.

Lightly-Laced Cuffs: Consider using cuffs made from plush materials. These are designed for comfort while still providing that feeling of being held and controlled.

Furniture Bondage: Use household items like chairs or the bed to gently restrain a partner without any pain. Laying them down or binding them to a chair with soft restraints can create a relaxing yet exciting encounter.

3. Role Play Without Rules

Role play is a fantastic way to enter the BDSM world without needing to delve into the more intense aspects. Here are some playful scenarios to explore:

Teacher and Student: Play out a scenario where one person is a strict teacher and the other a willing student. This dynamic focuses on playful dominance and can involve lots of teasing and gentle authority.

Boss and Employee: Engage in the thrilling power dynamics of a workplace scenario. This can add excitement without requiring any actual dominance or submission that might lead to discomfort.

Fantasy Characters: Embrace the idea of being characters from your favorite stories or movies. This can foster a playful spirit while allowing you to explore the dynamics inherent in your characters.

4. Soft Teasing and Often Praise

Encouragement and positive reinforcement play wonderfully into a gentle BDSM experience. Use verbal teasing and praise to create a nurturing atmosphere. Here’s how:

Use Tender Words: Throughout your session, whisper sweet affirmations of your partner’s performance or how much you enjoy their submission. Words like “good boy/girl” or “you’re doing so well” can build confidence and pleasure.

Soft Physical Touches: Gently caress their skin while invoking feelings of warmth and trust. This can include kisses, light touches, or gentle pinching in playful ways that induce laughter rather than discomfort.

Guided Instructions: Gently instruct your partner on what to do, using kind and loving language. This could be as simple as directing them to touch themselves or encouraging them to explore your body while they maintain their submission.

5. Aftercare is Essential

Don’t forget the vital aspect of aftercare! After a gentle BDSM session, nurturing your partner is crucial to ensure both emotional and physical well-being. Here are some ideas:

Cuddling: Spend time cuddled up together, letting warmth and affection flow between you. This can help solidify the bond you’ve created during play.

Hydration and Snacks: Offer refreshments and light snacks to bring energy back. This simple act can feel very comforting.

Talk It Out: Engage in heartfelt conversations about what you both loved about the experience, addressing any concerns and reinforcing the safety and trust within your relationship.

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19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

from smut prompt list no. 3 I sent you

With R getting turned on by Lucy's new uniform, and they start roleplaying out a search. Like "Feels like there's a big weapon you're trying to hide from me, sir~" type thing.

Lucy Chen x Male!reader

Tomorrow was Lucy's first official day as a police officer and she was buzzing with excitement.

She put on her brand new uniform to make sure it fit correctly and was looking at herself in the mirror of your bedroom.

You arrived home from your own day at work and walked to your bedroom with intentions of asking Lucy what she wanted to have for a celebratory dinner before her big day and was caught off guard by the sight of her in her uniform.

“Hey babe, these pants don't look too big do they?” She asks, turning around to give you a view of her ass.

“Nope they look perfect,” you say, clearly staring which makes her chuckle.

“Really? The uniform does it for you?” She teases.

“Well I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about you using your handcuffs on me,” you chuckle.

“You mean handcuffs like this?” She says, pulling a pair of handcuffs off her belt.

“Suddenly I think I've been a bad boy,” you say playfully.

“Well… I could use some more practice searching someone,” she says, taking your hands and placing them on the dresser, “So how about you spread your legs for me.”

“Yes ma’am,” you gulp, spreading your legs as she pats you down from behind, giving you a playful squeeze to your ass on her way down to your legs.

“Now turn around and put your hands in the air,” she orders and likes how your stomach becomes exposed as your shirt raises when you do as you're told.

She pats you down again starting from your arms down to your waist and this time she grabs your crotch, “hm, are you in possession of a weapon sir?”

“No officer I'm not,” you say, your erection growing.

“Are you sure? It seems like you're trying hide something from me,” she taunts, squeezing your bulge again, “and if you're hiding something I'm going to have to arrest you.”

“Why don't you take it out and see for yourself,” you reply.

She pulls your hands forward and snaps the handcuffs around your wrists, “I think I'll put these on just to be safe.”

She pushes you gently so your back hits the dresser, undoing your pants and letting your cock free.

“I was right, you are in possession of a weapon… and a big one at that,” she smirks, wrapping her hand around you and stroking so you get harder.

“Lucy,” you moan.

“That's officer Chen,” she says sternly, kissing at your neck, her hand going under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

She gets to her knees in front of you causing you to tug at the handcuffs when she pulls up your shirt and takes her time kissing and licking along your hips.

She teases you, making you think she's about to take you in her mouth but instead she gets back to her feet, pulling you over to the bed and pushing you back onto the mattress, your hands restrained with your pants around your ankles.

You wiggle into a bit more comfortable position as you watch Lucy struggle to get her belt off.

“Damn it not now,” she mumbles breaking the moment of role play which makes you laugh but eventually she gets it undone and rids herself of her pants, “okay where were we.”

“I think you were about to punish me officer Chen,” you chuckle.

She blushes and climbs on top of you, eagerly guiding you inside her, taking a moment to adjust before slowly rocking her hips.

“If you don't want me to write you a ticket you're gonna have to make me cum, think you can do that,” she commands.

“I'll do anything you want officer,” you groan as she starts to move faster.

You end up making her cum twice and an hour later Lucy is changing out of her uniform into her normal clothes so you could finally get dinner.

You're sitting on the edge of the bed, your wrists still bound by the handcuffs, “as hot as all that was these cuffs are actually start to hurt a little.”

“Oh no are you okay did I over do it?” She says worried.

“Not at all I enjoyed every second of it,” you reassure her, “but if you could get the key before I have to explain to all my coworkers tomorrow why my wrists are bruised that would be great.”

She picks up her uniform pants and searches the pockets but can't seem to find it and mutters an “oh crap.”

“You have the key right?” You ask.

“Of course I do… I've just… misplaced it,” she says.

“Well better me and not an actual criminal I guess,” you laugh.

[quokkie]

Sextape Hamzah sextape Hamzah sextape Hamzah

Very dominant. Bdsm? Oral? Demanding? Standing up?

I need it all 😭

Begging please 🙏🏼 ty ily

you look good on camera baby

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (m.rec), blindfolding, handcuffs, mdni

hi babies i missed u, this sucks but i hope u still enjoy it

"I've been thinking," he murmurs against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip. "wanna make a sex tape? you’d look good on camera" the suggestion takes your breath away, and you pull back to look at him, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "god yes," you breathe, your heart pounding in your chest. "id love to."

he grins, and takes your hand, leading you back to the bedroom. "Let's get you out of these then." He helps you slip out of your clothes, his eyes raking over your body as he flips the camera on. You feel a rush of desire as you stand before him, naked and exposed. hamzah steps closer, his free hand sliding up your thigh to cup your ass, pulling you against his hardening cock. "You look so fucking hot," he growls, grinding his hips against yours.

you reach down, stroking him through his pants, looking at the lens through half lidded eyes. "get on your knees," he commands, his voice taking on a dominant edge that sends shivers down your spine. you obey without hesitation, your breath quickening as you kneel before him. With deft fingers, he undoes his pants, releasing his thick cock. you waste no time, taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck and swirl your tongue around the head.

"fuck, that's good," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair. he gently guides your pace, fucking your face slowly, enjoying the way your lips stretch around him. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending pleasure spiraling through him. "You like being my slut, don't you?" he asks, tugging on your hair, making you look up at him. You nod eagerly, your eyes sparkling with lust.

after a bit, he pulls away, leaving you craving more. "Get up," he instructs, taking your hand and leading you to the edge of the bed. "I want to try something." You bite your lip, anticipation coursing through you as he produces a silk scarf. "I'm going to blindfold you," he explains placing the camera down and tying the scarf over your eyes.

"now," he continues, his hot breath fanning your ear, "put your hands above your head." you do as he says, feeling the mattress shift as he climbs onto the bed behind you. Something cold tickles your wrists before he secures them to the headboard with soft handcuffs. Your breath quickens, your heart pounding in your chest as you realize he's taking control completely. "just relax and feel," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear.

you whimper as you feel his lips against your stomach, kissing on your sensitive skin. hamzah takes his time, kissing lightly over your breasts, down your sides, and along your inner thighs, eliciting shivers and goose bumps. "Please," you beg, your voice hoarse with need.

formally, he relents, his fingers stroking your wetness before positioning himself at your entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills you, making you cry out as pleasure explodes within you. He groans, gripping your hips as he begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of your tight heat. "pussy was fuckin’ made for me, baby" he grunts, thrusting slowly.

you whimper, your wrists straining against the cuffs as you crave more stimulation.

he leans forward, his chest pressing against your back as his fingers find your clit, circling and rubbing it expertly. your breath comes in short gasps as he stimulates every inch of you. "cum for me," he demands, quickening his thrusts. You cry out, your body trembling as you climax, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock.

hamzah groans, his own orgasm taking over as he empties himself inside you, his fingers never ceasing their relentless circles. as your breath slows, he unties your blindfold, releasing your hands and gathering you into his arms and switching off the camera. you snuggle against him, a lazy smile on your face as you look up at him. "I think that deserves a re-watch," you giggle, tracing patterns on his chest. He smiles, kissing your forehead gently. "Anytime, but for now, let’s get you cleaned up."