#get out the skank Sir

[elviehun]

Geoff, you're the. man. ever.

I'm always on the verge of literal tears when thinking about this guy having the same level of olfactory obsession that I do. Like genuine fuzz fuzz happy tears🥹. Go fragheads🥰

I love you Geoff. You're so fucking DOPE.

[holylulusworld]

TOL - I’m your daddy now (2) - Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You reached the end of the rope.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader

Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, breeding kink, smut, unprotected sex, implied oral (fem rec), sex on a table, doggy style, daddy Lloyd (not the kinky kind of daddy), Lloyd mentions anal sex (implied)

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It’s the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine. It will lead toward Ari’s story. We will see their relationship throughout all other stories. 

TOL - I’m your daddy now (1)

“Hands off, Mr. Hansen!” You slap Lloyd’s hand away. He tried to grab a handful of your ass, but you won’t have it. “Your filing system is a joke, and I don’t have time to deal with your libido while sorting all the files your former assistant hid under her desk.”

“Take the rest of the day off,” he stands behind you to press his firm body against yours. “I know your boss won’t mind. He pays you to look pretty and keep him happy.”

“I took the job for the money, not a limp dick. I already had a limp dick. He’s the reason I’m here. He wanted to push his useless dick into some new snatch. So, keep it in your pants. I don’t need dick. Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Oh sunshine,” Lloyd brushes his hand over your ass,” don’t you want to feel the healing power of my cock fucking you six ways from Sunday? Only Lloyd Hansen can fuck you so good you forget all of your problems.”

“If that was true, I’d gladly ride your dick every time of the day,” you turn around to push against Lloyd’s shoulder. Since the day you walked into his office two months ago, he tried to get into your pants. – Or rather between your legs.

“Sunshine, be careful what you are wishing for,” Lloyd leans closer. “Tell me the problem that needs solving, and it’s gone. After I solved all of your problems, I want you to fulfill your promise and let me get my hands on that juicy ass and inside your sweet cunt.”

“My car broke down. My husband ran off with some skank and stole my money. I’m struggling to keep the roof over my baby boy’s head. And my son will grow up without a dad,” you huff and glare at Lloyd. “I don’t think you’ll be able to solve any of my problems.”

“Hmmm…” He nods and turns around to grab a piece of paper and a pen. “Car, deadbeat ex, money, house, daddy,” Lloyd notes. “Give me a month, cupcake and you’ll see all of your problems will vanish.”

“Sure-“ you grunt and shove against his chest when he tries to kiss you. “I got work to do, Sir. We have an appointment with your next victim in not two hours.”

“Victim? The ladies get money and grand-prime dicks they can choose. I force no one to fuck one of our clients. They come here to make money and get their pussies pounded like never before.”

“Just tell this to yourself,” you stick your tongue out. “Now, chop-chop. Get to work. We don’t have all day. I need to pick my baby boy up after work.”

“I’d like to work that body of yours,” he grins but turns around to walk into his office. “I hope you know that you got me rock-hard again, sunshine. The moment I solved all of your problems; I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“Empty promises won’t make me wet,” you call after Lloyd. “If not for the money, I’d quit. And just you know, I hate that mustache!”

“You love it here, and working for me,” he grunts. “Just you know, if you ever get to ride my mustache, you’ll scream my name!”

“What the…?” You look at the keys of your cars in your hands and then at the parking lot. “That’s not my car!”

“Ah, there you are cupcake,” Lloyd purrs while you look around the parking lot to find your car. “Do you like your brand-new car?” He wraps one arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. “It’s a BMW X7, safe for kids and the ladies love it.”

“I don’t understand,” you lick your lips. “That’s not my car.”

“One problem solved, four more to go,” he kisses your cheek again, lips lingering a little longer. “Go ahead and pick your baby boy up. I bet he’ll love it too.”

Lloyd drops the keys to the car in your hands. “I—I can’t… where is my car?” You look at the keys in your hands. 

“I got all your shit from your car and got rid of it. The papers are in the car. It’s yours, sunshine,” he grins. “I got work to do.”

You don’t get to protest. Lloyd walks away, whistling as you stand in front of the new car. 

“You can’t just…what?”

“I don’t understand,” you rub your tired eyes. “I had fifteen bucks in my bank account. Now it says I got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. This can’t be right!”

“Miss, I checked your account thrice. It was there for almost five years,” she snaps at you. “It’s not my problem you have bad eyes.”

You blanch at her words. “If you say so,” you’re too tired and shocked to argue. You grab your things and walk out of the bank. This can’t be true. Your balance has been negative since your husband left you. 

“Morning sunshine,” Lloyd greets you with a smack on your ass. “So, did you buy something nice?”

“What?” You glance at the paper bag filled with his breakfast and the coffee you got him on your way to work. “It’s your breakfast and the monstrosity you call your coffee.”

“Baby cakes, I didn’t get all of your money back and gave you a bonus for your hard work only for you to not buy you shiny things.”

“What? I—” You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “That was you?”

“I told you,” He grabs the bag with food and coffee to place it on your desk. “That I’ll solve all of your problems.” You end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck to nuzzle you. “I can’t wait to pound that pretty pussy. I bet you are hiding a hungry beast between those thighs.”

“Lloyd! Mr. Hansen!” You try to push Lloyd off of you when someone enters the building. “We have company.”

“Let them watch,” he purrs and nuzzles you again. “Did you ever take it up your ass, sunshine? I bet you didn’t.”

“Lloyd, a word,” a tall man with a thick beard, and dirty-blonde, shaggy hair steps toward you and Lloyd. He rolls his eyes as your boss shamelessly gropes your ass. “Lloyd! We need to talk. I need your help with something.”

“Not the ballerina girl again,” Lloyd sighs against you. “Ari, I told you to forget about her. She’s not one of my girls.”

You push against Lloyd’s shoulders to make him budge. “How can we help you, Sir?” You ask. The man doesn’t look like he has the patience to wait or to put up with Lloyd’s antics.

“Levinson, follow me to my office,” Lloyd finally turns his attention toward the impatient man. “I’ll see what I can do to get you laid.”

“I don’t want to get laid,” Levinson grunts. “I want her to be mine. She’s perfect for me. I just know it.”

“Perfect,” Lloyd hums. “Did you already get a taste of her cunt? I bet you didn’t and that’s why your aching dick tells you to marry her.”

You shake your head and try to focus on work, not the fact that Lloyd’s profession revolves around getting guys laid.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” You growl into your phone. “You have the nerve to call me to ask for forgiveness? How about you ask your son for forgiveness? No, forget it!” You snarl. “If you dare to get close to my baby boy, I’ll cut your limp dick off!”

You throw your phone against the wall, watching it shatter to the ground. Your chest heaves up and down and you’re close to attacking anyone coming to your path.

“Cupcake! What happened?” Lloyd pokes his head out of his office, aware that you are not in the mood to get messed with.

“He dared to call me to apologize!”

“Who?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“My ex-husband,” you grunt. “He told me that he transferred the rest of the money he stole from our accounts back and that he’ll sign the divorce papers.”

“That’s good, right?” He slowly steps out of his office, keeping an eye on you. “That’s what you wanted. To get your money back and his dead weight off of your back.”

“WAIT!” You round your desk to stalk toward Lloyd. “That was you!!!”

“Guilty,” Lloyd grins. “Problem number three is solved. And I roughed him up a little for you.” He shrugs. “I’m getting closer to the honey pot.”

Your mouth falls open. You don’t have a comeback this time. 

“Don’t tempt me to shove something more than my tongue into your mouth. You better close it or you’ll be choking on my dick, sunshine.”

“You can’t just…” You throw your hands up when Lloyd turns around to walk back inside his office.

“I can and did, cupcake. Now get back to work. I’d hate to let you work overtime,” he grins and closes the door. “Only if it includes you impaled on my dick.”

“He…and then…” You can’t believe Lloyd roughed your douchebag of an ex up for you. 

Why would he put so much effort into seducing you?

He’s a good-looking man if you ignore his personality and his annoying stache. Lloyd could have any woman, but he wants you – his chubby assistant with a kid and more problems than you can count.

Something must be wrong with him…

“Lloyd? What are you doing here?” You stare at your boss standing in front of your door. “My son is here! I can’t have you grope me or shit!”

“Relax, cupcake,” he grins. “I come in peace. I wanted to talk about a few things with you. My latest client needs our help, a special service.”

“Special service?”

“We must attend a dance class to help him,” Lloyd says. “Can we discuss this now or do you want to slap my ass for coming here first?” He furrows his brows. “What will it be?”

“Dance class?” 

“Yup,” he nods. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk about joining a dance class to help him.”

“I got my son here, Lloyd.”

“Perfect,” he claps his hands. “I’m burning to get to know you mini-me. We will order food then and your kiddo can watch me do my job.”

“If you curse in front of my son, I’ll castrate you!” You point your index finger at Lloyd. “I’m warning you.”

“I’m a saint in the streets and a devil in the sheets,” he smirks. “I’ll behave. Promised.”

While you wait for the delivery service, Lloyd looks around your living room. He hums and sits next to your son on the sofa. “So, bud. How are you holding up?”

Your son looks up at Lloyd, squealing as he stares at Lloyd’s mustache. “Dadda?” Your son clumsily gets on his feet to stand up and grasp Lloyd’s face. “Dadda!”

“Hey, watch out, bud!” Lloyd grasps for your son before he can drop off the sofa. “Phew, you’re a handful, just like your mommy, huh? Let me get a good look at you.” Your boss smirks. “Look at you, you little shit. You’ve got your mommy’s eyes and damn me; you’d look good with a mustache.”

“What are you doing?” You gape at the scene. Lloyd is lifting your son to play airplane while your son squeals and babbles. 

“Daddy!” Your son blubbers, making your heart ache. “DADDY!”

“Yeah, bud,” Lloyd looks you straight in the eyes, grinning. “I’m your daddy now. That deadbeat piece of … “ He clears his throat and reconsiders his choice of words, “crap can get fucked!”

“Lloyd!”

“Sorry, I meant he can ride into the sunset, and I hope a truck runs him over,” he grins and lifts your son up and down. “You are a cute little shit. No one will know you’re not mine. I’ll just make you mine.”

“What are you up to?” You try to fathom what’s going on, but the doorbell rings and you must get the food you ordered.

“One spoon for daddy,” Lloyd smirks watching your son shovel the food he ordered for him into his mouth. The peas and some of the meat end up on the table, but Lloyd doesn’t care. “And another one for mommy.” 

“This isn’t funny, Lloyd,” you snarl. “If you fuck with me, fine. But keep my kid out of this.”

“Cupcake, no swear words in front of the kid,” Lloyd tuts. “I’m not playing games here. I want you, and you come with a cute little package. So, I’ll claim him as mine too.”

He turns his attention back toward your son. Lloyd grabs a napkin and wipes your son’s mouth. “We will teach you how to eat without dropping everything on the ground. Soon you will steal all the ladies’ hearts, bud.”

You shake your head and huff. This must all be a game to Lloyd.

There is no way he is interested in playing daddy for your son…

“Another problem solved,” Lloyd lazily leans back on your sofa and groans. “Damn, that food was great. I’m full.” He pats his perfectly defined abs. “I’ll raise your cute little shit and he’s got a daddy staying for longer than it takes to fill your cunt up.”

“Is all a joke to you?” You throw your hands up. “I get that you like to toy with me, but bringing my son into this shit is a new low.” You kneel on the sofa and bend over. “If you want to fuck me, do it now and leave my son alone. Come on, get it inside.”

“Y/N,” he gets off the couch to grope your ass. “I’d love to stick my dick into this perfect cunt, but I’m into this for the long haul.” He slaps your ass. “Stop being all mopey. I told you I like the little shit. He’s my son, and you are my dirty little slut. But you can call yourself my fiancé from now on.”

“Your—what?” you look over your shoulder. “Lloyd, my son cannot watch another father leave his life. You’ll break his little heart. Don’t do this.”

“I told you,” He huffs, “I’m here to stay. The boy is mine, just like his needy mommy.” His eyes drop to your ass, and he licks his lips. “All the dirty things I’m going to do to you. Like spoiling you like the perfect slut you are for me.”

“You’re so…”

“I know…” He grins and moves his hands to your ass. “Now, where can Daddy sleep? He wants to make breakfast for his little shit in the morning.”

“You can stay in my bedroom,” you lick your lips. “But only if you stop calling my son little shit.”

“We can rename him and call him Lloyd Jr. from now on,” Lloyd chuckles at your pissed expression. “You know, that’s actually a great idea.”

“His name is Y/S/N!”

“Debatable…”

Shit, you are in trouble. No – in deep shit. Lloyd easily made you melt in his arms when he told you he wanted to raise your son with you.

Now your boss has you bend over your dining table, ready to claim your cunt with his cock too. 

“Hmm…dessert was nice,” he purrs in your ear, wet mustache tickling your ear shell. “I never ate a sweeter cupcake, Y/N. Now you’ll get the best dick of your life. This is the last dick you’ll ever get, sunshine.”

“Nghh…” You try to give him a snarky comment, but he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth when he pushed you onto the table to eat your pussy like a man starving. 

“Do you feel this,” he holds you down with one hand while he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “What would your husband say if he found us here, fucking like rabbits?”

You don’t have an answer for him. 

“He’d love watching me destroy this snatch,” Lloyd slams home with one hard thrust. He moans loudly and shudders feeling your walls open up to him. “Fuck, that cunt was worth the wait—” He groans into your neck. 

You whine at your own weakness. 

He’s an infuriating man, doing nice things for you and your son and you let him not only crawl between your legs to eat your cunt, no – you let him mount you like an animal at your home too. “That snatch is gripping me so tight that it almost hurts.”

Lloyd nuzzles his face in your neck, and purrs. “But it hurts so damn good, doesn’t it?” You whine again, smothered by his body pressed against yours, and your own neediness. 

He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every drag of his thick cock against your walls. Your legs quiver. Lloyd is not your passionless husband, nor the vanilla guys you fucked before him.

The man rocking into you came to conquer and he won’t do it halfhearted. “I can feel your pretty pussy cling to my cock. She’s as desperate for me as you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of her.”

Lloyd is having a blast destroying all of your defenses. He dismantled your defense and now, you lie on your table in your dining room and get railed by the man with the mustache.

“Nggh,” you groan against the makeshift gag. Lloyd picked up the pace and you end up bumping your hip against the table. 

“Fuck, yes,” he curses loudly. “Never took you for someone wanting me to fuck you on your dining table.” He stills his hips to nip at your neck. “Do you want me to cum inside of you, and give you another little bundle of joy?”

You shake your head, but your cunt flutters around his thick length. If he wants to fulfill his dirty fantasies about breeding you, so be it.

You push back on him, taking Lloyd by surprise.

He eagerly grips your hips to move his hips in sync with you. Flesh claps against flesh, and he groans loudly as you don’t just take it.

“Fuck,” he curses and grunts while you start to go faster. “Shit, yes…”

A little too fast for his liking you clench around his twitching cock. He groans and stills his hips. Lloyd can’t move or think. This is the most intense orgasm he felt in a long time, or like ever.

“Fuck, take every droplet, sunshine.” You close your eyes and shudder feeling his seed coat your walls. “I hope I put a little Lloyd in you.”

“Goodnight, bud,” Lloyd covers your son with the blanket. “You need to sleep now, okay. Your mommy is very tired.” He grins when you enter the room to take care of your son. “Shhh…I wore her out. She’s so out of it, that I need to take care of you.”

“Daddy?” Your son grabs Lloyd’s hand, holding it tightly. 

“Don’t worry, little shit,” Lloyd looks down at your son, a smug grin on his lips. “I’ll be there in the morning to make you breakfast. And in nine months, you are going to have a brother or sister.”

“Lloyd, not again,” you swat his hands away when he tries to spoon you. “I’m tired and sore.”

“Relax, I’m satisfied for tonight. Three rounds are enough for our first time,” he plays the big spoon and wraps his arms tightly around your body. “Little Lloyd is asleep, and my cock too.”

You roll your eyes. “You didn’t keep your promise. I’ll still lose the house because my bank is a bitch.”

“Oh, about that,” he nuzzles his face in your neck. “You and little Lloyd will move in with me. I have already arranged everything. Tomorrow the moving team will come around and grab all of your shit.”

“What? No. Lloyd,” you sigh deeply. “Y/S/N needs a nursery and a garden. We can’t just move out of our home only because you are crazy.”

“I’m not crazy cupcake,” he nips at your earlobe. “I claimed you and little shit as mine. This pretty mommy is all mine now, and your son will wear my name too. He’s going to have a better father than I ever had. Soon he will forget about his sperm donator and call only me his dad.”

“If you hurt my son, and don’t keep your promises, I’ll castrate you…”

Part 3

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[toiletpudding]

HAZBIN HOTEL FANFIC

Adam x Lute ⚠️NSFW⚠️

I did it, I made a thing. 😀

Warnings: sex, a blow job, (light cock and ball torture here, Lute's a biter and Adam's into it,) swearing, Daddy kink, dirty talk, (it's Adam so, I mean, yeah) "What's a clitoris?" -The first man, small drug use mention, both of them are stoned, not much for plot, friends with benefits are what these guys are, Lute gets aroused at the idea of murdering things.

-She was bloodthirsty as fuck in that last episode you guys.

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Nothing to do but Fuck, Perform, and Kill:

"-and then the bitch has the nerve to call me a sexist asshole, me! I fuckin' LOVE women, they've got like, a bunch of hot holes to stick your dick into whenever you're bored, and I told her that and she..."

Lute inhaled the smoke from the bong, letting her mind wander as Adam continued to ramble on about his most recent fling. It had hardly been a day on Earth since they had found the body of one of their Exorcists. The idea that a hell spawn could kill one of her kind made her heavenly blood boil. She wanted to find whoever did it and pull their tongue out of their ass. Alas, Adam ordered her to wait, he'd said that in six months they would make sure this kind of thing never happened again. She knew he was right, and that they needed to be careful so that nobody caught on.

But fuuuuuuck was waiting boring. Lute was ready now, she wanted to charge down there and send every demon scurrying like bugs, to feel the excitement that only extermination brought these days. The adrenaline coursing through her golden veins as she pierced her victims' weak little bodies with her spear and listened to their pathetic screams.  Just thinking about it made her-

"Hey, Danger Tits." Lute turned, meeting her boss's scrutinizing gaze.

She straightened, clearing her throat, and ignoring the sudden heat in the pit of her belly. "Yes, Sir?"

"Are you listening?"

Lute nodded, "uh- yes sir, she gave you the bill for dinner."

"Yeah! Like, who the fuck do you think you are bitch, I'm fucking Adam. I shouldn't have to pay the bill-"

The extermination was one of the few things they had left for fun. And now not only was somebody trying to fight back, but Lucifer's brat wanted to redeem demons as a form of population control? It was fucking bullshit. Demons only deserved ,eternal damnation and death, and she deserved to have some fucking fun. The only thing they had left to do after building heaven was fucking, performing, and killing, and nobody was going to take even one of those pleasures away from her.

"Well? Are you gonna or not?" Lute blinked, registering that Adam's face was directly in front of hers. Fuck, the weed was making it hard to focus.

"Uuh, er...Y-yes?" She said, uncertain to what she'd just agreed to.

"Sweet." The large cushy sofa they were both sitting on creaked in protest as the huge angel sank back into it. Leaning against the armrest. He propped one foot up onto the cushion, and let the other rest on Lute's knees. He watched her expectantly, a shit eating grin on his face.

Lute stared at him, "What're you doing?"

Adam's smile dropped, "Pfft, is the pot making you stupid or something? You said you'd help me out."

"Help you with...?"

"The blue balls that dumb skank left me with, c'mon! I'm harder than a rock here! Put that thing down and show me a good time, bitch."

Lute gave him an annoyed look.

"You wouldn't have blue balls if you didn't pick one of heaven's residents"

"Well I thought she looked pretty fuckin' chill, how was I supposed to know she'd have a stick up her cunt...You gonna get my dick wet already or what?"

Lute rolled her eyes, oh well, there were worse things Lute could have said yes to, and it's not like she had anything else to do other than wait for extermination day.

Setting the bong aside Lute turned to Adam, who was smiling again.

"That's the spirit babe, now come to Daddy." A shuddering jolt goes through her, and something clenches in her belly.

Wordlessly, Lute crawled on top of the larger angel, straddling him and looking down. He was gazing up at her with the usual cocky smirk on his face, prominent as ever, even without his mask, "Well? You just gonna stare at me all night? I know I'm good looking as fuck, but c'mooon."

She could feel the eagerness underneath his robes pressing up against her, and through the way he was gripping her hips tightly, fingers kneading into her flesh.

Lute leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Adam returned the kiss, already trying to push his tongue into her mouth, and pulling her tightly against him. Lute's breath stuttered as his hands wandered up to her chest, roughly groping her breasts through her clothes.

"Fuckin nice," he mumbled against her lips, fingers finding her nipples through the fabric and tugging on them. Lute let out a small moan, encouraging him to continue.

She reached up, running her hands through the mess of brown tangles he called hair, forcing her fingers through whenever she felt resistance, enjoying the small grunts of pain he let out and how his groping became a little more erratic. Both of them were breathing hard when they broke the kiss.

"Fuck," Adam panted, rolling his erection into her hard enough that he nearly bucked Lute off. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself, pushing back against his rutting hips, enjoying the sensation of his clothed cock pressing into the heat between her legs.

Lute dipped her head, pressing her lips to the indents of his throat, suckling and biting, she clenched down on a particularly sensitive spot and tugged until his breath was hitching and he was squirming underneath her.

She let go after the skin was red and painful looking, pressing sloppy kisses up his neck and jaw, pulling him in again for another heated make-out session when she reached his lips.

The kiss didn't last long this time, before Adam was pulling away and whispering in her ear where else he wanted her mouth to be.

Never one to disobey an order Lute slid downward, positioning herself between his crossed legs. His erection was straining against his clothes now, ready to pop out like a jack in the box.

After an awkward struggle of shifting his robes out of the way, and with only a little help from Adam, Lute was finally able to pull his dick out from its confines. Despite being the self proclaimed "Dick master," his was relatively average, and only a little on the longer side. Nothing for Lute to complain about though.

Her hand was already sticky with cum, as it dribbled out of the tip of his cock in a steady trickle. Geez, he really was pent up.

Adam nudged her closer with his legs, "Come on come on come on! What're you waiting for bitch? It's not like it's gonna suck itsel- oooh, fuuuck yeeeah."

Without warning Lute took him into her mouth down to the base and held it there. Adam gripped the back of her head, clutching handfuls of her hair tight enough to yank a sizable clump right off of her scalp if he wanted to. His legs trembled and his feet scrabbled for purchase, heels digging into Lute's calves. Lute didn't move for a moment longer, seeing the First Man grovel underneath her always turned her on more than it probably should.

When his hips started twitching forward Lute began to slide her tongue up and down his length smoothly, the acrid and salty flavor of him coating her taste buds overwhelmed her senses completely.

Adam spat out a series of curses when Lute began to bob her head quickly, going down as far as she could until his mushroom cap bumped the back of her throat, and sucking hard when she came up to the tip. The brutal pace she set for him doesn't give Adam a chance to steady himself or even to make a snarky comment, he was completely at her mercy.

The fact that the most powerful Exorcist in heaven, who could incinerate her with a single finger gun pointed in her general direction, could barely even form a coherent word had her rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to give just a little bit of the pooling heat between her legs some attention.

"Don't fuckin stop Lute, don't stop," judging by the way he was thrusting his hips against her face and that his voice was high with excitement, Adam was already on the verge of blowing his load. Lute only moved faster and dragged her tongue across him more.

"Fuck, holy shit," Adam gasped, Lute could feel his hands shaking, "I'm gonna-fuck-" she stopped moving her head, letting him take control, and immediately he was cramming his dick into her mouth as much as he could, chasing after his orgasm, moaning with each thrust and-

And right when he was at his peak Lute bit down. His startled, pained scream was probably loud enough to be heard outside of the room.

"Fuckin, aaah, you crazy bitch. I was about to nut-fuck!" He pulled his dick out of her mouth to inspect it. Beneath the glistening spit and pre-cum covering his shaft, bright red bite marks indented his pale skin. When he saw them he began to laugh.

"Not yet," Lute rasped, she cleared her throat, "You're not done yet."

"Fuuuck," he laughed, "I didn't think I could get any harder, ow by the way."

"Serves you right, sir." Adam grinned darkly and pushed her hair out of her face.

"Do it again." Lute leaned forward and took his dick into her mouth again. His breathy sigh turned into a pain choke when her teeth clenched down, body as tense as a harp string. His hand tightened around the back of her skull. All it would take is one hard squeeze and he could easily crush her head into a pulp. The thought has her biting down a little bit harder.

When she let go Adam deflated underneath her, "You wanna get a facial?" He panted, "'Cause this is a great way to get a shiiiiiit!"

Lute clamped down on his cock again, her eyes on his face the whole time. Watching the way it twisted in pain and pleasure. She couldn't decide which she liked seeing more. Adam's lips were kiss-red and his eyes were closed and he looked absolutely exquisite. Albeit, It wasn't enough for Lute to grant him an easy finish. Not by a long shot.

She let go of his dick, and the moan that came out of him was like rock music to her ears. She crawled up on top of Adam once again; giving him an open-mouthed kiss. He kissed her back with less focus than before, like he was halfway out of his body.

Denied-orgasm Adam didn't last long, soon he was kissing Lute viscously, nipping at her lips hard enough to make her grunt in pain. "You know, you're supposed to help me with my blue balls, not make it worse." He grumbled against her lips.

Lute pulled back and looked him in the eye, both of their gazes were alight with desire. Eyes like glowing torches. "I've got something else for that." She made a show of sliding her fingers underneath the hem of her dress and down the front of her skin tight pants, watching him the entire time.

Adam's grin split across his face and he sat up. "Aw, fuck yes!" Somehow Lute ended up underneath him, a difficult feat when even a couch this size could barely fit Adam.

He reached up, tugging the dress's neckline down to get easier access to her tits. He fondled one of them, his other hand diving between their bodies to drag her pants down far enough that she could wiggle her legs out of them before groping at her crotch.

Lute shoved that hand away immediately. Beside math, the next thing Adam knew absolutely nothing about was the anatomy of a woman, and what Lute didn't need was to feel the stretch and burn as he stuffed his fingers inside of her dry.

Lute shoved that hand away immediately. Beside math, the next thing Adam knew absolutely nothing about was the anatomy of a woman, and the last thing Lute needed was to feel the stretch and burn as he stuffed his fingers inside of her dry.

Lute sucked on her index and middle finger briefly, just enough to get them dripping before sliding them underneath her clothes, nudging her undergarments to the side. Her fingers just barely brushed against her folds and already her breath was hitching. She focused on her clit instead, and it didn't take long before she was able to slide her fingers in with no resistance.

Adam grabbed at her chest while she quickly prepped herself, switching between massaging her breasts to pulling her nipples and twisting them until she moaned.

"Fuck, I love your tits, they're so fuckin soft. You like it when Daddy plays with'em like this, huh bitch?" His dirty talk only served to excite her even more, Lute curled her fingers inside and her thighs tensed.

Her breasts didn't hold Adam's attention long before he was pressing his cock forward, the head grinding against the back of her hand. Lute didn't need to be told twice. She withdrew her fingers and wrapped her legs around the other angel's hips as best she could. Adam sank down onto his elbows, and she was enveloped completely in his robes, her vision nothing but white and gold.

Her back arched as his dick prodded against her hole, before sliding up and brushing her clit. He thrusted, but missed again. "Fuckin-" Adam muttered to himself, reaching down to guide himself inside.

Lute's folds parted for his pole. Even after prepping herself the stretch still made her clit beg for reprieve. Lute's head dropped onto the sofa cushion.

" Oh, shit, " she hissed, words barely audible, as he slipped into her depths.

A strangled noise came from Adam's throat when he bottomed out inside of her, shudders racking his body as the sensation enveloped him. "Fuck, you could keep me warm all night like this," Adam breathed, cock twitching deep inside of her.

Lute jerked and moaned as his dick brushed against a spongy euphoric. It didn't take long before he was thrusting his hips, dragging his shaft out until only the tip remained inside and slamming back in in routine fashion. The way his veins felt, bulging along her inner walls was phenomenal.

She rolled her hips into his impatiently, wanting more, harder, faster. It wasn't until his mushroom cap snagged something particularly good that Lute let out an audible yelp.

Oh yeah, babe?" Adam jeered, aiming for that same spot. "Gonna gush on my cock? Bet it feels fuckin' good. I keep telling you my dick's the best."

He grasped the back of the couch to steady himself and began thrusting into her hard enough to rock the furniture and jostle Lute upwards until the top of her skull bumped against the armrest. The hard juts to her cervix had her head spinning. She whined as she brought her digits down to her aching clit, she grasped at one of her breasts with the other, clumsily groping herself.

"Fuck- gonna fuckin cream you," Adam panted, Lute moaned her agreement.

"Yeah?" He breathed into her ear, "You wannna get stuffed with Daddy's cum?"

His words sent a buzz down to her precious bud and twin peaks. His cock was electric and each burst of energy sent pleasure sparking up her spine. She was going to burst.

Spreading over her form like early sunlight, the orgasm caused Lute's eyes to roll back and her entire torso to tingle. Heat raised to her ears like a bad sunburn. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I'm- I'm-" she bit her tongue to fight a louder response, gasping as the pleasure consumed her completely.

Adam didn't stop thrusting, cradling the back of her head in one hand, the other still gripping the couch like a lifeline. He was holding her tighter, moving quicker, breath rattling in his chest, he was getting close.

Lute wrapped her arms around him, groping at his shoulders, his back, his ass, anywhere she could get a decent grip. Fuck she was ready for him to, to-

Adam's voice suddenly grew louder and he moaned with each thrust. Lute gasped as his cum painted her walls, filling her up completely.

"Fuck! Takeittakeittakeit, you fucking slut... !"

His moans broke off into heavy sighs and he gradually took more time between each thrust, slowing and slowing until he stopped altogether and collapsed on top of Lute with a throaty groan.

The only sound in the room after that was their shared breaths, they stayed that way for a while, until Lute eventually began to stir from her prone position underneath Adam. She loosened her grip around him; fingers aching from clutching onto his robe so tightly.

Turning her head so she wouldn't be smothered she wriggled until Adam finally huffed and shifted enough so that he wasn't fully on top of her.

"Aaah, that was good," he sighed dreamily.

Lute couldn't disagree, but the fluids caking her inner thighs was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Was it necessary to finish inside, sir?"

Adam smiled, spoiled and content. "What can I say, I like usin' that hole as a cum dump."

Lute stared at him flatly, but her boss didn't notice, he was already swinging his head around. "Where'd ya put that bong, I'm starting to even out." He shifted and Lute's entire body jolted.

"Sir."

"Aw c'mon, don't tell me you smoked it all,"

"Sir."

"Oh, wait, nah, we're good."

"Adam."

"What?"

"Your dick is still inside."

"...Oh."

[msbyslilbimbo]

pls take this subpar smut as a peace offering n then I’ll leave you alone NDKENDJS

@highdefhoetry we love ler!sukuna here >:(

just him getting so mad at you for acting up (which could mean anything for sukuna) while he does his duties and you’re left to wonder what punishment he’s got in plan for you this time.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad, I just-“

“No,” he growls. He grabs you by your throat and pins you to the wall, leaving you to gasp at the tightness of the slender fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. He’s gentle around your windpipe, which you’re grateful for, and when he presses his body against you, you feel his hardness slotted against your hip. "shut up. youll take your punishment and be damned to ever defy me again."

“Yes sir,” you mewl, and you can’t fight the gasp that slips out of your lips when he jams his thigh between your legs. The thin cotton of underwear he keeps you in quickly becomes damp at the idea of his dominance, nipples perking through the bra he adorns you in for decorum. “Im sorry Sir. Please have mercy, I’ll be good sir, I didn’t mean it-“

“Now’s not the time to beg for my forgiveness,” he says, menacing eyes boring into yours. “Now’s the time to accept your damn punishment. Just like the little skank I know you can be.”

He grumbled out a soft ‘glutton’ as he looks straight in your eyes, and you flash him a set of pleading pools. He snarls and reaches under your bra to roughly pinch your nipples between two fingers, making you sink your teeth in your lip at the pleasured discomfort that rocks inside of you suddenly.

Your mind is fully ready for the punishment of delicious discomfort to be inflicted on you, grinding shamefully against his thigh as he uses his nails to dig into the meat of your breasts.

Your back arches and you let out a soft whine, arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach and anchoring between your hips.

He releases your breasts with an angry huff, and when you’re ready for any further punishment to come, your mind and nerves become electric when nails tickle your sides, dragging the tips up and down.

Tickling. He’s going to tickle you.

And that would be plenty fine, if he was in any other mood than venomous and seeking redemption from you.

“Sukuna!” You scream, clamping your arms to your sides and effectively trapping his hands to your sides. You squeal and writhe against his grip; two free hands move to wrap around your wrists and force them above your head, leaving two tickling hands to ferociously tickle and squeeze your flanks.

“Take it and be grateful that this is the only punishment you’re getting,” he demands, and there’s a sick part of you that is, you do love the way he’s got you pinned to the wall and taking advantage of you; your legs kick helplessly, and your pussy pulsates as its ground against his thick thigh muscle.

Just as quick as he starts, he stops, releasing his hold on you and removing his leg. You catch yourself on wobbly legs and look up at him in confusion, your legs tightening to ease the weeping between them.

He shakes his head in disgust, “of course you’re wet. Fucking soaked. You insolent brat. You take my small bit of mercy and get off on it. Insufferable.

“Strip,” he then commands, keeping his eyes firm on you. When you don’t move, he ducks his head towards you menacingly, and you flinch as you slowly take off your panties.

You could run. In theory, you could bolt as fast as your weak legs could carry you, but the punishment would only be worse the further you defy him.

With your panties off and discarded, you thumb at your bra and lift it up and over your head, tossing it to the side and watching the last bit of protection you had adorning your frame fall to the floor.

“Arms. Now.” He snips, and you tremble as you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, terrified for his next move.

Thumbs hook under the dip of your underarm, rubbing ferociously into the ticklish nerves that hide under the surface. You scream and toss your head back against the wall, only for the signals in your brain to cross as one of his free hands slots his cock between your pussy lips, sending a shrill of pleasure to curl through you.

“Please, no!” You whine, and he flashes you a warning look before jamming himself inside of you, no preparation or anything to work you up to the painful stretch of his cock splitting you in half.

“You don’t get to demand anything right now,” he reminds you, wasting no time in fucking into you at a pace your mind can barely process in conjunction with the tickling.

It’s so much. So much. So much.

Sukuna uses his slimy tongue to flick against the sensitive area below your ear, sheerly to strike another erogenous nerve alight. Your moans turn wanton and desperate, only to mingle with laughter that cuts through.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” He snaps, biting hard on the lobe of your ear. His thumb continues to roll into the sensitive muscles under your arm, the stimulation making you force gulps of air into your lungs, only to be forced back out in wheezed, tight laughter. The other thumb, to your horror, parts your cunt lips and rolls over your pulsing clitoris, making your head knock back against the wall in madness. “Of all the tortures I subject you to, all the punishments I can dole, you chose this one to make you crumble? You’re fucking pitiful.”

The signals in your brain cross as the hands yank from under your arms and skitter over the bouncing of your tits, thumbing your nipples while he continues to degrade you in your ear and tickling the swells mercilessly, adding only another element of arousal to your unfortunate situation.

The line between laughter and wailing blurs, tears slipping down the swell of your cheeks as you plead and babble incoherently, all while your voice goes hoarse.

When a slender finger and nail scratches at your navel, the rest of his fingers spidering around your stomach, you’re at your limit.

It’s too much.

“P-P-lehehease Sir, I won’t do it anymore!” You shriek, so hard you taste blood in the back of your throat. The nails merely slot deeper against your ribs, digging in the curves of the bones and maddeningly massage the throbbing muscles between them. “Please, stop, please stop, please please-“

“If begging hasn’t worked the first several times, what makes you think it’s going to stop me now?” He snarls, sending another hard thrust to snap through you, and white crackles to dance over your teared vision.

This is it. This is when you die. Your lungs shrivel from lack of air from being tickled to the point of tears, cunt walls convulsing around him as he fucks himself into you, your head spinning and temples pounding as your juices spill over his thighs and froth at the bottom of his cock. Your eyes roll back into your skull as the stimulation turns to torture, and all you’re left to do is laugh and laugh and fucking laugh-

“Cum now, or not at all,” he pants, sinking his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, his tickling fingers slipping under your arms to scratch viciously, your laughter renewed as you cackle in the air, but you manage to do it, reach an almost unobtainable high that sends you over the edge of oblivion.

Euphoria courses through your soul as the coil between your legs snaps and broils over, your cunt squeezing sharply against his still pounding cock. You feel the splatter of your juices stick to your thighs and ass as it pours profusely from your pussy and smacking of his hips.

He has enough mercy to let you ride from your high before the hands that previously tickled you to tears unhook your legs from his waist, and you fall to the floor in exhaustion, crying from the overstimulation and sudden feeling of emptiness between your hips. You roll on your side to face him and get off of your trembling weight, embarrassed and exhausted from the greatest punishment your body’s ever had to endure.

“Hey,” he whispers, crouching down after your tumbling body. “Look at me.” When you open your bleary eyes to look at him, his eyes are soft and warm unlike the venom in his features not fourteen seconds ago, face close enough when you feel the comforting warm from his skin. “Can you stand?”

You whine and scoot back softly, and he shushes you gently, “I’m done punishing you. You have my word. I promise I’m not going to torment you anymore.” Then, he smirks, “today at least.”

You give him a quiet laugh and slowly raise your arms, trusting the man who absolutely strikes the fear of living back into your soul with a snap of his fingers and a smirk.

But you don’t fear him now. Right now, curled in his arms as you burrow into his chest, you’ve never felt safer.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, subjugation, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, societal issues, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, onlyfans, predatory behavior, gender politics

Summary: Bucky is not pleased when he finds out that his parents tricked him and he's being forced to stay at the school.

Author's Note: *reformatted with a few age and plot changes to adhere to Tumblr's ToS*

(Wait! I haven't read Part 1 Part 2 yet!)

Part 3 - A Pedagogy Steeped in Tradition, cont'd

Previously: “How long until you whip him into shape?” Ransom asks as they return back to Steve’s office. They’ve just walked in the room, and James is turning around to look at them as they come through the door.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Steve hems, catching the boy’s gaze and giving him a warm look. “I bet you he’ll be a new James by spring break.”

James’ eyes narrow. “Bucky,” he says.

“Excuse me?”

“My name is Bucky,” he repeats peevishly. “Nobody calls me James except my grandparents.”

Steve nods, ignoring the boy’s tone. “Nice to meet you then, Bucky. I take it Sharon had to leave?” Bucky shrugs in lieu of an answer, and Steve allows the attitude to go unchecked only because the boy’s parents are still present. “Sharon is a wonderful Handler,” he tells him instead. “I’m sure the two of you will get along famously.”

Bucky glowers at him. 

Steve catches the eye of the security officer. “Mr. Rumlow, you can take up your post in the hall. Thank you for waiting with him.”

“Sir.” Brock nods and heads out.

“Oh, Bucky, just wait until you see this place, it’s so neat! It’s got such history.” Winnifred gushes about it to her son, trying to get him excited, telling him about all the different things they saw on their tour of Cragside. She calls it a “castle,” which draws a bit of a laugh from Steve. 

“Hardly, Mrs. Barnes,” he chuckles.

“Oh, it’s Drysdale,” she corrects. “My name.”

Steve looks over to Bucky. “Oh. But I thought—”

“I’m remarried,” she explains. “Bucky is from my first marriage. He chooses to use his father’s surname.”

“Ah. I see. My apologies, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve doesn’t miss the sour expression that flits over Bucky’s face. Steve clears his throat and gestures towards the couches. “I’m just having the paperwork drawn up. It should arrive soon. Would you care to take a seat while we wait? Afternoon tea’s an entire thing over here, and it is about that time.”

“Paperwork?” Bucky says, attention sharpening on them. “What paperwork?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, little one,” Steve says, very aware of the displeasure that flits across Bucky’s face at being addressed that way.

“Whatever,” he mutters. “I’ve already decided I don’t want to go here anyway. It’s an all omegas school. Did you guys know that?” He’s asking his mother and stepfather, and Winnifred sighs while Ransom scoffs.

“It’s exactly the sort of environment you need, you little punk. Can’t be a skank here. All you can do is study. That’s what school’s for.”

“Ransom,” Winnie scolds.

“That’s the sort of thing pompous losers who can’t get laid say,” Bucky tosses back, and Steve makes a quick assumption that there is no love lost between these two.

“I’ll call for the tea,” he says, trying to stop their bickering. It works, somewhat, and the Drysdales sit across from Steve on the room’s conversation couches when the service has been delivered and set out on the coffee table between them. Steve catches Rumlow’s questioning look through the doorway as the servants are leaving, but shakes his head smally, confident that he can handle an unruly pup like Bucky all by himself, if things get testy.

Predictably, Bucky stays standing while the real adults have tea. He ignores his mother when she suggests that he have a seat, and he keeps making aggressive eye contact with Steve each time he comes over to grab another petit four off the tiered stand to eat.

“Oh Bucky, honestly,” Winnifred scolds after the fifth one. “They’re not all just for you.”

Bucky doesn’t respond to her, just shoves most of the scone in his mouth while he confronts Steve with a blunt, “I’m not even gonna apply to this place.” Steve stares him down, but Bucky doesn’t break eye contact, the little shit. 

“Well,” Steve says calmly, “We’re not a university. We’re a boarding school. Our students are enrolled by their guardians. It’s more a transfer of custody than it is your traditional college application.” He watches as Bucky’s face screws up in confusion.

“What?” he says. “What are you talking about?” He turns to the couch where Winnifred and Ransom are sitting. “What’s he talking about?”

WInnifred leans forward anxiously. “Well, honey, we didn’t think you’d agree to come if we told you.”

“Told me what?” Bucky expression is rapidly darkening. He turns on Ransom with a scowl. “What is this place?”

“It’s a reform school. And you’re attending,” Ransom says.

“No. … You’re joking me right now … right? Are you shitting me?”

He shrugs. “I’ve already paid your tuition. You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?! I only agreed to this stupid trip because you promised we could go see Stonehenge and some castles and shit! Not so you could imprison me at some fucking oldworld boarding school in the middle of fucking nowhere! Fuck you!” 

Winnifred nearly chokes on her tea. “Bucky!”

“This is a very prestigious, traditional, very expensive school, you little shit,” Ransom grits, pointing at Bucky. “Maybe they’ll actually be able to drum some manners into you, teach you how to be a proper omega. You need some good old fashioned discipline. ”

“I really don’t care what you think I need, Rancid,” Bucky snaps. “God. I should’ve known the second I saw that one guy on a leash.” He looks over at Steve with a nasty expression. “You’re one of those red pill Alphas, aren’t you? One of those incels who can’t get laid and blames all your problems on the omegas of the world and modern society and feminism and shit, right?”

“What’s with the obsession with getting laid, Mr. Barnes?” Steve drawls, completely unaffected by Bucky’s tantrum. “This is The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence. We’re a finishing school and reform facility aimed at older teens and young adults; exclusive, secure, and very well-equipped to handle whatever hissy fit you might decide to throw at us. This is a school for the rich and overindulged, but not in the ways you’re probably used to. We tame some of the most spoilt brats in Europe here. So I’d advise you to behave. Things will go much harder for you if you don’t.” Steve knows immediately from watching Bucky’s face fall that this is the first time the kid is hearing the full name of the school said out loud. He resists the urge to laugh about how clueless that makes him. The school’s emblem is printed clear as day all over the place, but Bucky has clearly missed every single sign that litters the campus. “Kids these days,” Steve simpers, staring down the boy’s rapidly darkening expression. “Noses always buried in your phones, huh?”

Bucky’s fingers grip tighter around the cellphone in his hand, glaring, and then he whips around to scowl at Ransom instead. “You,” he growls. “You tricked me!”

Ransom looks like his mind is already elsewhere—perhaps on the rest of the vacation he’s already unashamedly told Steve he plans to take without his pesky stepson in tow. “What can I say? You’re pretty easy to trick.”

“You can’t just leave me here!” Bucky squawks from around another mouthful of food, crumbs scattering to the carpet as he flings the hand that’s holding his scone. “I didn’t even know places like this were a real thing anymore! Like a fucking convent? Like some sort of fucked up juvie-meets-Hogwarts?!”

“Bucky, really,” his mother scolds, lips pursed. “You’re making a mess on Principal Rogers’ floor.”

Steve waves her off. “That’s alright, Mrs. Drysdale.” He looks at Bucky. “You’ll be surprised just how well it works, Cupcake. You’ll have no distractions from your education here.” The ‘Cupcake’ obviously goes over like a lead balloon with Bucky, if his continuing glower is anything to go by. Steve ignores the kid’s petulance and turns back to converse with the parents. “The girls’ school still operates down in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, at our original campus. A generous benefactor donated this estate, so now all of our male students attend here at Cragside.”

“Finishing school,” Bucky grumbles over to the side, still displeased. “This is bullshit.”

 “Language, Mr. Barnes,” Steve corrects blithely, and keeps on with Winnifred, “My business partner, Ms. Carter, she’s to act as Headmistress there moving forward. ‘Carter Girls’ Academy’ is now its own entity and will operate independent of this institution.” He looks back to Bucky and locks eyes with him. “Sorry to disappoint you, but out here it’s just us boys, I’m afraid.”

It’s laughably obvious how Steve does not fit into any category with Bucky, let alone that of “boy,” and Steve is pleased to note a light dusting of color on the kid’s cheeks after that. Bucky goes tight-lipped once again, and Steve leaves him to his teenaged sulking as he finishes entertaining the parents and assuring them that their son will be well looked after during his time at school. The paperwork for Bucky’s admission arrives and is reviewed, and soon Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale have signed their son over to Steve’s care and are saying their goodbyes.

Winnifred pulls him into a long hug, which Bucky tolerates with limp arms. “Be good,” Steve hears her say. “And remember how generous your stepfather’s being.”

“Sixty grand a semester,” Ransom mutters on the way out, reminding Steve that money can’t buy class.

One of the school prefects is waiting out in the hall to act as escort, Brock standing directly against the opposite side of the hallway in his security guard gear. Steve catches Bucky looking at the man like he’s gauging his chances of making a run for it, but luckily the boy relents and turns away from the door with a huff. Steve sees the parents out and then finally pushes the heavy office door closed.

The room is suddenly twenty times more silent than it was before, though not much has changed other than who’s occupying it. 

Without turning to look at Bucky, Steve walks leisurely over to the office’s wall of windows. He waits there for a moment, until the Drysdales appear in the courtyard below. He watches placidly as they walk to their car and get in, heading off down the drive within the next few moments. Cragside is abutted by forest on every side but one, and soon the trees block the car from view, and there’s nothing more to see. Still, Steve remains standing there, looking out the windows at the grounds and letting the silence stretch out, the tension build, as the boy behind him stares his fill. (Steve is not unaware of what he looks like from the back in a tailored suit.)

Finally, he turns around. Bucky is still standing there in the middle of the room, looking rooted to the spot. He seems apprehensive now that it’s just the two of them, some of his earlier bravado leached away. But after a moment he seems to collect himself, and he winds up jutting his jaw out again. 

Steve’s mouth quirks at that lingering bit of defiance. He always has enjoyed the process of breaking in a new student. “Alright, Honey,” he says softly. “That was fun back there. But now it’s time for the two of us to get properly acquainted, don’t you think?” He beckons him closer with a finger. “Come over here and let me have a look at you.”

Bucky doesn’t move, so Steve sighs and goes to him, fitting one hand to the front of his neck when he gets there. He holds him right underneath his jaw, pushing up to make Bucky look at him. Steve’s hand looks massive against the boy’s delicate throat, and he digs in with his thumb against the glands. Bucky lets out a sweet little gasp of sensitivity that Steve absolutely relishes. “You’re nervous,” he observes. He watches the fluttering of Bucky’s eyelids at his firm touch, his deep tone. Something between fondness and yearning flares in Steve’s belly, pleasurable and aching, like pressing on an old bruise. He ignores it, instead murmuring, “You’ve never had an Alpha, have you?”

Bucky’s eyes flick up to him. “I’m not a virgin,” he sneers. “I’ve fucked alphas before.”

Steve scoffs. “That’s not what I said.” He sees Bucky’s brow furrowing, so he cuts him off with a little scruff. “I said: you’ve never had an Alpha before.” He pulls against his jaw a little harder, watching the reaction it elicits in those angry blue eyes. “Don’t play coy with me, boy. Answer the question. You haven’t, have you?”

“No,” Bucky answers tightly. “I haven’t.” 

Steve nods. He relaxes his hand some. “Then that means most of this is all going to be new to you. You’ve had a liberal education, a lax upbringing. A lot’s going to be asked of you while you’re here. There’ll be a lot you don’t know. You’ll make mistakes, you’ll struggle sometimes. And that’s okay. Rome wasn’t built in a day, now was it?” He strokes softly over the boy’s fluttering pulsepoint and Voices, “I do, however, expect you to be respectful and obedient. Do you understand?” 

Bucky whimpers, though Steve isn’t being unkind. In fact he’s Voiced very softly to him just now, letting the dominant tone of it creep into the words he’s saying, letting it enrich them without hardening them, so that Bucky can really start to get a taste for it. The boy’s eyelids visibly flutter and his lips part as he starts to breathe open-mouthed. Then his tongue darts out to lick his lips as he tries to get a handle on himself. It’s cute. 

Steve circles the pad of his thumb over his bonding gland. “Has anyone ever Voiced to you before, baby?” 

Bucky nods. “Uh huh.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Steve gently corrects. “Who?”

“Who ... huh?”

Steve chuckles. “Aw, don’t go stupid on me yet, honey. I asked you: who’s Voiced to you before?”

“Oh. Just, um, just some … some guys … n’ a girl, from school. Hey,” he frowns, “M’not stupid.” 

“Hush. You get worked up too easy. Just try and stay calm for me, yeah?” A thrill travels through Steve’s body as he watches Bucky’s lips part and his face slacken. He’s so easy for it. In his slacks, Steve’s cock pulses with interest. “Oh Sweetie,” he coos. “You don’t know what Voicing is, if you think one of your little classmates did it to you.” 

Under his hand, Bucky shivers. “What?” he croaks.

It’s no wonder. If all he’s ever experienced are the best attempts of a few pubertal teenagers, then a grown ass man like Steve is bound to feel like a lot. It’s like giving a shot of hard liquor to a kid who’s never drank before. The poor thing has no tolerance. Steve guides him over to the couch, where he sits and encourages Bucky to kneel with a guiding hand pressing down on his shoulder. “There you go,” he praises as Bucky’s knees hit the floor, not missing how the boy’s brow furrows adorably at the change in positioning. 

“I … I don’t …” He looks insulted and confused about how he arrived there, staring down at his knees on the carpet as if they’ve just betrayed him by folding so easily.

“It’s okay,” Steve soothes. “That’s normal. I know it can be a little unsettling at first, that won’t last. You’ll learn to enjoy it, embrace it, even. And it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of.” 

“Ashamed of … what?” Bucky asks, swallowing thickly when Steve touches his neck again. He jerks back, the Alpha’s hand left hovering in the air between them. 

Steve sighs sadly and lets his hand drop. “Submission, Sweetheart. That urge to bare your neck? Going to your knees for me just now? It’s what made that feel right.” He watches the realization bloom on Bucky’s face and the fear leak into his eyes, the way he glances back down to his own body like he’s never seen it before. Steve makes sure to be gentle with him as he says, “It’s not a bad thing to give in when you get the urge. Your body craves it. Your brain thrives on it.” 

“On what?” Bucky growls nastily. “Getting into blowjob position for my principal?”

Steve forces himself not to laugh and instead raises an eyebrow that he hopes looks threatening. “Thrives on submission,” he corrects. “It’s already in you, an innate reflex, but for whatever reason you’ve trained yourself out of it. You’ll have to relearn those behaviors.”

“What behaviors,” Bucky asks, “grovelling?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Hardly. Things like humility, and subservience, thinking before you speak. Don’t worry, most of our matriculating students are out of practice at best, we know you need a lot of help. That’s why you get the staff, your teachers, me. And of course your Handler, who’s in charge of you completely.” He sees Bucky’s expression sour and sternly adds, “Completely, Bucky. When your Handler asks you to do something, it isn’t a request. If they tell you to kneel, or to sit on their lap, or even strip naked in front of them in a public space, then that’s what you do. That’s how it works here. And if you resist, you can count on punishment.” He watches as Bucky’s visage darkens, a storm of contempt gathering behind his eyes.

“Naked?” he says, scowling. “What the hell are you talking about?”

 “Shh,” Steve chides, trying to calm him with a pet to the head. Bucky hisses in rejection though, trying to jerk away, so Steve acts decisively. He grabs the back of his neck, scruffing him and forcing him in close. “Don’t fight, Bucky. Just calm down, rest your head down here.” Bucky grunts and pulls, but that only lasts a second before the Hold and Steve’s Voice make him go limp with a confused whimper. Steve hushes him and strokes his hair. “You’re okay … Take a deep breath ... There you go, good girl.” He waits. “… Now, I'm going to explain a few things for you. I want you to listen.”

Bucky grumbles unhappily from his spot between Steve’s legs, his cheek smooshed against the Alpha’s thigh muscle. “What punishments?” he growls.

“Hush.” Steve presses Bucky’s face against his leg and waits until he feels the next shudder of submission travel through his body. “Okay. Okay, good.” He inhales. “So, punishment. That can be lots of things. It can be spanking, or lines, or restraints at bedtime. It just depends on the situation and what your Handler feels is going to help you best in that specific situation. Often it’ll involve losing privileges of some sort; to your favorite activities or your clothing, or even bathroom privileges if you—”

“What?!”

Steve squeezes his neck again. “We can start right now if you need it,” he purrs, the threat coming through loud and clear despite his calm tone. He waits, and is pleased when Bucky offers no further bratting over the issue. “Okay, good.” He returns to petting him, fingers carding through his short, soft hair. There’s product in it, and Steve would bet money it’s blow-dried. He finds himself wanting to feel it in its natural state. “If you leave your hair alone after a shower,” he murmurs. “Does it dry curly?”

Bucky whines and squirms and completely ignores the question. “You just wanna humiliate me.”

“No, baby,” Steve tuts sadly. “That’s not it at all. I know it’ll seem that way sometimes, especially in the beginning. But this is all for you, I promise. To benefit you in the long run. To make you happy. Everything we do at this school is based on what the science has proven, okay? Evidence-based practice, that’s all. We wouldn’t use these methods if they didn’t work.”

“... what methods?” Bucky asks, voice tiny.

Steve hums and rubs behind his ear. “I’m sure a lot of it will seem old fashioned to you. It is old fashioned, or ‘traditional’ if you like. You met Sharon earlier, yes?” He waits for Bucky’s grunt of acknowledgement before he continues, “She’ll be your Handler. She’s personally assigned to you and nobody else, so she’ll be with you every day all day, almost everywhere you go.”

“Great,” Bucky complains

“It’s a good thing. She’s here to help you with your needs. Just think of her like … like a service animal, yeah? Just a tool to help you succeed.”

“Does she heel and sit?” Bucky mutters, and Steve laughs in surprise.

“No. The other way around, if anything. You have a schedule. You’ll attend the classes and activities that’re set out for you, and you’ll comport yourself with dignity and respect.”

“You assume I know how to do that,” Bucky grumbles, and Steve scoffs and scruffs him playfully,

“Don’t worry about if you don’t know certain things, Sharon will guide you. You’ll never be punished for not knowing something, Buck. Only for disrespect or disobedience.” He pauses for a moment, letting the information sink in. He pets Bucky’s hair and watches where the kid’s got his eyes closed tight. “Do you understand?” he asks, but Bucky doesn’t answer, not even after a few seconds, so Steve gives the back of his neck another firm squeeze. “You don’t have control anymore, Sweetheart. Not over anything. And far from upsetting you, that should make you feel relieved. By the time you leave here it will.” 

Not shockingly, Bucky growls. It’s just a piddly little thing from high up in his throat—an omega’s weak attempt at a sound their bodies aren’t equipped to make—but the intent behind it is clear. He struggles to pull away, Steve Holding him and pushing his face against his thigh until it passes. “Shhh. Calm down. Stop pulling away from me.”

Bucky continues to fight it for a second or two, but eventually he breaks off in an angry little sob. “Lemme go,” he grunts, embarrassed. “What is that? What’re you doing?”

“Holding you,” Steve tells him calmly. “Another thing I suspect you’re completely virgin to.”

Bucky huffs and shivers against him. “Shuddup,” he sniffles. “That’s not true.”

“Mhm. Some more of your school buddies?” Steve guesses, unsurprised when the kid’s flaming face tells him that he’s got it pegged just about right. “I see,” he says sadly. “So it wasn’t what people made it sound like, right? It didn’t make you feel any better. Then you got disappointed and you thought: ‘that’s it?’”

“No …”

“Mmhm. And since it wasn’t good enough, you decided you wouldn’t bother behaving the way anybody said you should. You figured there’s something wrong with you, so what’s the point in trying? Might as well act out, get attention that way. Because at least then you’d be getting a response from people. Am I getting warm?”

“Lemme go,” Bucky mumbles miserably.

“I’d like to, Sweetheart. But I don’t want to let go if you’re not ready.” Steve maneuvers his hand so that his thumb can dig more directly into Bucky’s glands. The omega moans, though he obviously hears himself and tries to stifle the sound. It’s both sweet and pathetic, and it makes Steve wince in sympathy. “It’s okay to react,” he tells him quietly. “Do you know why it feels like that?” 

He isn’t expecting an answer from the kid, and he doesn’t get one. Bucky just cringes and tries to hide as much of his face against Steve’s thigh as possible, holding back the sounds that obviously want to come and making a face like he’s trying with all his might not to pass gas.

Steve tuts in gentle reprimand. “They call them the ‘happy hormones’. Dopamine, Serotonin, Oxytocin, Omgestrin.” He lets up on the pressure of his Hold when the smell of omega arousal hits the air. Bucky exhales hugely and slumps against him, all the tension from holding back his vocalizations leaving him in a rush. Steve hums knowingly. “You’ll learn about the science behind it in your classes.”

“I have to go to class?” Bucky asks, sounding wiped out. “Today?”

“No baby. Today is just for getting you settled in.” Steve tilts his head as he considers him. “Do you think you’re ready to work with me, or do you still feel like you’re gonna act up if I let go?” He waits him out patiently, knowing that when it’s new and unfamiliar, the first response most omegas give to having all of their control stripped away is fear and discomfort. “It’s okay if you need time,” he offers. “We can stay here for a little while longer.”

Eventually, Bucky gives a strained little shake of the head, his flushed cheek moving against Steve’s pants leg. But it’s more the fact that he’s visibly thought about his answer before giving it that convinces Steve they might be okay to move forward.

“Okay, good,” he praises, letting up most of the pressure from the back of Bucky’s neck. He smiles in relief when the boy doesn’t pull away. “Very good, Honey. I can tell you’re trying, and I appreciate that. You’re doing okay.” Bucky makes an unhappy little sound in his throat, but it’s more privately grumpy than it is bratty, so Steve lets it pass. “You’re a smart boy,” he tells him, carding a hand through his hair. “I’ve seen your transcripts, so I know you’re very bright. Smart omega like you, I’m sure you’ve got an idea about what’s landed you here. Some clue about why you’re in my office right now instead of back home in Boston. Am I right?”

“... yes,” Bucky whispers, like he’s still recovering the ability to articulate.

“Mmhm. Thought so.” Steve pets his hair. “Think you can tell me a little bit about that?” 

“... I get in trouble for things.”

“Yes. Your parents told me that.” Steve feels him start to tense at the mention of his parents. “I know you disagree with them on this. Hell, you probably disagree on most topics, right? You don’t want to be here, don’t think you need to be, and they think you do.” Bucky nods teresely and Steve hums. “Well don’t worry, I’m not going to make you lie and say you’re happy about being here. I know you’re not. But can we at least agree on one thing? That for whatever reason, and no matter where you think it stems from, you’ve been uncomfortable for a while?”

Against Steve’s leg, Bucky is tense. He gives a tiny nod. “Yeah,” he breathes.

“Okay. And could we maybe agree that the way you’ve acted hasn’t exactly gotten you where you wanted to be?”

Bucky scoffs. “Yeah. You could say that.”

Steve smiles sadly. “Okay. Okay, good. So that’s two things we can agree on. I bet I have your parents beat on that front, then, huh?” He scritches playfully behind the kid’s ear, but stills when it doesn’t elicit anything positive. “So, why do you think that is, Bucky? Why do you think you’ve had these issues?”

“Dunno,” he pouts. “I don’t think about it that much.”

“Well why do you think a judge agreed that your parents should have custody of you for an extra two years?” Steve asks. “Would you say you do things impulsively?”

Bucky shrugs. “I guess.”

“Hm. That doesn’t surprise me. I’ve met a lot of boys like you. Even helped a few of them, if you can believe it.”

Bucky grumbles at that, shifting restlessly on his knees. “You don’t know me,” he mutters. He tucks his face farther down, and then Steve catches the angry little “... this is bullshit” that he whispers under his breath. 

Steve pulls his hand away abruptly and widens his legs so that no part of him is touching Bucky. The omega sways in place and makes a fragile noise of surprise. He looks up at Steve and blinks, looking bereft. Poor thing hadn’t even realized he was taking such comfort from the contact until it was gone. 

“Stand up,” Steve says sharply, using his Voice and the abrupt switch in tone to catch the boy off guard. Bucky obeys without even thinking about it, rising to his feet in front of Steve with a light frown, once again looking like he can’t quite understand why he’s obeying Steve’s commands. Steve nods at him. “Good. Now take off all your clothes.”

“What?”

He prevents a tantrum by reaching forward himself and undoing Bucky’s belt. “Your clothes,” he repeats. “Take them off and show me your body, right now.” He plays on the boy’s pride by tacking on a scornful, “What? I thought you said you weren’t some shy virgin. Gotta get over that embarrassment real fast, Little one.” 

It works like a charm, Bucky’s countenance screwing up in anger before it smooths out again with false bravado. He squares his shoulders and makes direct eye contact with Steve as he toes off his shoes and finishes undoing his pants. He pushes them down and kicks them off to the side, then pulls his sweater hurriedly overhead. He stares at Steve once it’s off, and he probably thinks he’s acting so big and brave, but Steve sees him for exactly what he is: a scared little boy who doesn’t think he can depend on anybody else. 

“Panties too, Sweetheart,” Steve prods, and when Bucky can’t seem to bring himself to do it, he leans forward to help. He gently pulls the omega’s underwear down, easing the waistband past his genitals and down his thighs. He encourages him with gentle touches to step out, and then Bucky winds up holding onto his shoulders for balance as he helps him step out of the socks, one foot at a time. By the time Steve’s sitting back on the couch to have a good look at him, Bucky’s standing before him completely naked. 

Steve’s eyes track down to where he holds his arms ramrod straight at his sides, hands curled into tight little fists in an obvious effort not to cover himself. “Good girl,” Steve praises. “That was very good. Thank you.” He lets his eyes rake obviously up and down Bucky’s body, enjoying the sight of him, but more importantly letting Bucky see that he’s enjoying the sight of him. “You’re just lovely,” he tells him. On the Persian carpet, Bucky’s feet shuffle, shifting his weight in disquiet. “Shhh,” Steve chides softly. “Be still now, Honey. Let me look.”

The looking is, of course, not so much for Steve’s benefit as it is for Bucky’s. Steve’s already seen pictures and medical charts detailing every square inch of the omega’s body. This is about giving Bucky a taste of what it truly means to be vulnerable. He needs to feel seen, exposed, before he can ever truly learn to give in to his submissive urges. And he needs to learn to trust. Trust that the person caring for him won’t hurt him or let him down after he’s made himself vulnerable. It’s something that can only be gained through moments like this; experiences where he shows his metaphorical belly and bears his metaphorical neck. The more he learns to do that, the easier it’ll be to give in to what his body needs.

“Turn around and face the other way,” Steve says quietly, though still using his Voice to help him along in these first few moments of nakedness. Bucky obeys, turning, and Steve makes sure to rumble low in his chest for the boy to hear his approval. “Good girl,” he praises.

“M’not a girl,” Bucky grumbles, annoyed.

Steve tuts. “Come on, Buck. I’ve got two masters degrees and a Ph.D. And I just saw your little cocklet, didn’t I?”

“... yeah,” Bucky admits, though he also sullenly repeats: “M’not a girl,” under his breath.

“It’s a term of affection,” Steve scolds, eyes raking over the omega’s pert little backside. “Now be a good girl and stand still while Alpha looks at you.” 

Bucky’s buttocks tense, the sides flexing gorgeously in response to the domination of being called a “good girl” all over again. That flex of muscles is involuntary, and a dead giveaway that if Steve were to grab his cheeks and spread them right now, he’d probably find his little hole clenching and releasing, too. In his slacks, Steve’s cock thickens with renewed interest. Bucky starts to whine almost subvocally. He shuffles his weight on his feet again, and the motion causes the room’s light to catch on a faint sheen. It’s a small amount, but it’s there. Right by his taint and the swell of his little sac, he’s got some slick smeared on his inner thighs.

Steve has to take a deep breath and give his dick a cruel pinch while he’s still got Bucky facing the other way. “Good,” he murmurs, letting a few more seconds tick by. “Very good.” 

Bucky’s ass keeps flexing, muscles tensed and his hands still clenched up into tight little balls at his sides. “Can I move?” he grits.

“Not yet. Be still.”

Steve knows what’s going on in the kid’s mind and body right now. Most people watching Bucky would only recognize the anger, or the fear. It is those things, to an extent, but that’s not all it is. Even without that tantalizing little smear of slick, Steve would know, because can detect the deeper scent of satisfied omega. Bucky’s responding well to the orders and directions, miniscule as they are.

“Nobody wants to bully you here, honey,” Steve tells him gently. “It might feel like that at first. I bet that’s how you feel right now. I know you’re not used to such a … traditional pedagogy. But I want you to know I’m not doing this to be mean. Nothing that happens to you during your time here is done just to humiliate or demean you. It might make you feel that way at first, but in the end you’ll see that this is about helping you.”

Bucky’s facing the other side of the room, but Steve still hears the disbelieving scoff he gives. “I don’t feel like this is helping,” he says, tacking on a sarcastic “Sir” at the end.

Steve calmly leans forward and flicks the boy’s sac. Bucky yelps and all but jumps out of his skin, looking back over his shoulder with wide eyes and an outraged scoff. “Hey!”

“Hush. Turn back around and stand still.” Steve raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like another?” It’s almost amusing, how fast Bucky’s lips seal themselves into a thin line and he shakes his head with wide eyes. He turns around as ordered, and Steve softens. “Look,” he says gently. “I’ve been doing this for a long time now, and I’ve helped a lot of boys like you, okay? 

“You think you have,” Bucky counters mutinously, shoulders tensing a second later as he anticipates having his balls flicked again for brattiness.

The only reason Steve doesn’t do so, is because this is a point worth addressing. “No, Baby,” he counters sadly. “It works. It really does. This isn't just an Alpha’s ego talking, or whatever you may think it is. I haven’t been Headmaster at this school for almost two decades for nothing. Trust me, we produce the desired results.”

“... whose, though?”

“Excuse me?”

Bucky shifts nervously. “Whose? Desired results?”

Steve has got to smirk at Bucky’s backside, at that one. Even cowed, it’s clear this boy is going to be a challenge. “Let’s just put it this way,” he drawls. “If my methods here didn’t produce well-behaved omegas, parents wouldn’t still be sending me their children to educate at sixty-grand a semester. And if that doesn’t carry weight in your book, then think of this: If my methods didn’t produce happy, grateful omegas, then all of my omega alumnus wouldn’t still be donating millions of their own dollars back to their alma mater each year, now would they?”

He can see from the way that Bucky’s posture slackens, then stiffens, then slackens all over again, that the boy can’t come up with a counter argument to that one. “Good,” Steve says with finality. “Remember that. I really do mean it, Bucky. I want you to take it to heart when I tell you that everything that happens while you're here is for you. To make you happy and healthy.” He can practically hear Bucky’s brain working up there, and sure enough it only takes a moment or two more of bare-assed vulnerability before the omega is snottily asking,

“Any other advice, Headmaster?”

“Oh sure,” Steve says cheerfully. “For example, I’d definitely advise you to try and reign in your attitude while you’re here. You and your ass will have a much easier time of it, if you do.” He’s laying it on heavy right now, but he’s had plenty of students like Bucky, and he’s always found that it’s best to come in hard and fast with the dominance, take them by surprise and play to their bodies’ own instincts before they can gather too much of a defense. Still, he switches to speaking in his most gentle and reassuring Voice as he tells him, “You’re handling this well, Bucky. I’m pleased with you so far.” He gives it another long moment, and then he murmurs, “Okay, Honey. You can turn back around now. Face me.”

Bucky turns slowly, one foot at a time, shifting on the carpet until he’s made a full turn. Steve isn’t surprised to see his little cocklet at half mast. He smiles gently to let him know it’s okay. “I expected that,” he tells him. “Did you know that it’s normal for your body to react that way?” He waits, but Bucky gives no answer. He’s glaring at the floor and quite obviously clenching his teeth. Steve hums. “You’re probably pissed at me right now, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Steve chuckles. “I appreciate your honesty, Bucky,” he teases. “And I know you’re pissed. It’s obvious. I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” He pauses, waiting until Bucky’s eyes flick up to him before he pointedly looks at the boy’s penis. “But you’re also aroused. Why do you think that is?” Bucky’s lips tighten into a thin, unanswering line, and Steve sits forward on the couch cushion. “C’mere.” He spreads his legs wider and pats his knee. “Step closer to me,” he Voices, and that time Bucky does listen and come closer, despite the attitudinal little huff he gives. Steve stills him with hands on his hips. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, before reaching to take him in hand.

Bucky gasps, his stomach sucking in and his body tensing up like he’ll pull away. Steve’s palm makes a loud ‘clap!’ as he delivers a quick smack to the side of his ass. “Be still.”

“... what’re you gonna do?” Bucky squeaks.

“I’m going to touch your genitals,” Steve tells him calmly. “And you’re going to hold still, unless you want to earn your first spanking.” He looks up at him, meeting those wide eyes with a calm nod. “I’ll put you over my knee right now if you need it,” he promises. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Do you need it, boy?”

Bucky’s face screws up, and Steve is honestly surprised when he controls himself enough that the only thing out of his mouth is a terse, “No.” 

Steve smacks him again. “‘No Alpha’. Let me hear you say it.”

Jaw working in frustration, Bucky acquiesces with a gritted, “No, Alpha.”

Steve gives him a few seconds more of the warning look, just to make sure that he knows he’ll make good on the threat if he needs to. “Good,” he says, looking back between Bucky’s legs. “You know,” he muses, as he takes his time admiring the omega’s little prick. “This school isn’t just a place for academic learning. We teach all the classics, of course, but that’s probably the least important part of our curriculum. There are a lot of other things to learn: Manners, etiquette, self-care … and how to listen to your own body, how to understand what it’s trying to tell you, how to interpret the things you feel.” He cups his hand over Bucky’s cocklet and balls, holding them delicately in his palm. “I’ve barely touched you, yet you’re harder now than you were even thirty seconds ago. Do you know why?”

Above, Bucky gulps. “... fear boner,” he whispers, and when Steve snorts at that, he pouts and asserts, “It’s a thing.”

Steve smiles. “That’s cute, but no.” Gently, he takes Bucky’s stiff little prick in hand and plays with the wrinkle of foreskin that’s bunched at the tip. “Omegas are less than four percent of the population,” he murmurs. “And alphas not even double that. Which means, that despite your natural inclinations, you wind up spending most of your time around a bunch of betas. Of course it wouldn’t have been that way historically. Those things used to be arranged, but in modern society it has unfortunately become all too common.” He peeks upwards, pleased to see that Bucky’s staring down at him with parted lips and flushed cheeks.

“S-so?” he breathes.

“So, right now you’re in a room with an adult alpha male who’s touching you, and talking to you, and dominating you. And you’re biologically geared to respond to those things, especially when you haven’t had much regular exposure to alphas. That just increases your sensitivity. So that when I use my Voice, when you smell my scent, or when you see my big hand covering your tiny sex …” he cups him fully between his legs again and gives a little jostle “It’s all hardwired into your brain as positive, pleasurable. Your body likes it, seeks out more of it. That’s why you’re even getting a little wet right now.”

Bucky bristles in defense, “I’m not—”

“Shh. You don’t have to do that, honey. I already know.” Steve holds his prick and eases the foreskin down, revealing the delicate pink tip of him with an approving hum. “Mmhm. There it is. Look at that sweet little nubbin.” 

Bucky all but stumbles into him, whispering a breathless, “Alpha …”

“That’s right. Good girl.” Steve steadies him with a chuckle. “You’re okay. Don’t lock your knees, honey. See what happens?” He trails a fingertip over the adorable little line of Bucky’s erection, eliciting another whimper from the boy. “It’s okay for you to call me that. I am your Alpha while you’re under custody here, and you may not think you care about that, but your body does. So even though you’re feeling all these other kinds of other emotions right now—anger, fear, embarrassment; your mind and body are still going to fight you on it. They’re gonna prioritize and respond to what you need, and if you don’t change your behavior to reflect those same priorities, then the only outcome you’re gonna get is dysfunction and illness.”

“I’m not,” Bucky says weakly, brow furrowed. “M’not dysfunctive.” 

Steve smiles sadly. “Well first off, that’s not a word, baby.” He pulls on Bucky’s hips and leans back further into the couch, urging the boy to come down to sit on his lap. When he does, Syteve cups his chin and pecks him gently on the lips. It’s the most chaste kiss to ever exist, but the boy is still blushing when Steve pulls back enough to see his cheeks. Steve wraps an arm around his waist to draw him in against his larger body. “Now Bucky, I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer right away. I want you to take time to really think about it. And when you’re ready, you tell me.” 

The boy’s looking up at him with wide, confused eyes that pluck at Steve’s heart, and Steve swipes his thumb just under his plush lower lip. “When’s the last time you were happy?” he asks quietly. Bucky’s expression instantly screws up, but Steve hushes him. “I don’t mean just happy from having fun in the moment, or from a specific thing that happened. I mean ‘happy’ as in content, consistently and thoroughly. When’s the last time you can remember when you felt truly settled in your skin?” 

Bucky frowns. “I …”

“Shh. Remember what I said. Not right now. You just think on it.” Steve offers him a tender look and squeezes his chin. “You think you can do that for me?”

“... okay,” Bucky whispers. 

Steve smiles. “Good girl.” He claps his hand on Bucky’s leg. “In the meantime, we’ve got quite a few things we have to do to get you set up: administrative and practical. Are you ready to see your room, get your uniform, a tour of the grounds, all that good stuff?”

Bucky nods, looking almost faint in relief—likely at hearing that he’s going to be given clothing. “Yes,” he breathes eagerly. “Please.”

Steve chuckles and pats his waist. “Thought you might say that. Alright boy, get up. We’ve got a lot to do.”

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Not my problem, legion scum

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YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Dont put ur trauma in your pinned post next time

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Square up bitch ill snipe your pretty head off!

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One second my securitron army needs me mwah mwah

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Does anyone in this thread smoke weed?

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👄 thecoolerscrewdriver reblogged not-another-guy-podcasting

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#punk just brew some urself #just pick some corn and razorgrain from the garden outside #unless we need new razorgrain plants

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On second thought, maybe it wouldnt be a good idea to give them all tumblrs

[hopper-at-heart]

Messages

Wayne looks past you at Eddie, letting the messages play...

Your cheeks burn, as you try to act unbothered by what you hear. Speaking over yet another desperate sounding message, Wayne says, "it only holds 60 Eddie. 60. Every time you go off with her," he nods in your direction,"I have to sit through 60 of these. When it fills up, it starts recording over everything else. What if the plant calls and needs me to come cover an extra shift, and I never hear it because I'm listening to these girls pitching woo, boy?"

"I'm sorry," Eddie says, looking at you.

You ignore him, looking at Wayne. "He's sorry, Wayne."

"Really Uncle Wayne, I didn't give out the number, I don't know how it keeps going around. I'll call Indiana Bell and get them to change it again tomorrow."

"And change the message back, too. I don't have any problem with that Metallica, but you have to remember we live in Hawkins, and no one wants that blasted in their ear when they have to talk to a machine. Can't you play something that won't have half the town chasing me with pitchforks?"

"Yes,sir."

"Now the two of you behave yourselves, and there's some tv dinners in the freezer. And she's to be outta here by 10."

As Wayne drives off, Eddie is already wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck, his smell returning the rush of blood to your cheeks, and other places. You stop him, and step away from his embrace, leaving him with that sad puppy dog look on his face. Scrunching your nose up, you repeat his words, mostly, "I don't know how they get my number, the god of rock and roll must've passed it out, I'll get it changed again so the skanks can't find me."

He smirks with a half grin, and steps towards you, placing his hands on your face, "don't do that, you know they only want what they can't have, I'm with you, they'll eventually get tired of chasing me and find some other target, probably some jock or other meathead that is more their actual taste, and their parents will be thrilled to death, and they'll continue to tell everyone how innocent and sweet their tiny babies are."

You push him away again, "I still don't like it, they wouldn't be calling if they didn't think they had a shot.

"You are the only one that has a shot at anything. You are smart, you are funny, you are absolutely gorgeous, one might even say that you are the bee's knees," his grin turns into a full smile, that travels all the way to his eyes, as he begins making a buzzing sound and flittering his hands like wings. Before you can say anything, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms firmly around you and parting your lips with his tongue.

"What about dinner?" you halfheartedly say between kisses, to which he replies, "I know what I'm eating, it's hot fresh, and doesn't have to go in the microwave."

You both tumble to the floor, entwined and lost in the moment. Eddie throws down the Afghan that was draped over the couch, his mouth and hands exploring your body, the climax building like a wave from somewhere deep inside, by the time he is inside of you, you are riding out the aftermath of your first orgasm, and another is coming fast.

You awaken to the sound of the alarm on his clock radio, and absentmindedly slap at the snooze button, not ready to get up and leave him, but knowing that you will have hell to pay if you are out past curfew again, and not wanting to risk not being able to see him for weeks outside of school, where he plays the role he is delt, and is unable to be completely free in the moment as he is with you.

You hear Judas Priest singing, "Breaking the law, breaking the law," and you hit the snooze button again, just in time to hear Eddie say, "Wayne's not here, he's probably gone to bail me out again, you know what to do" (beep)

You laugh, "He's going to kill you."

"No he won't, I'm just keeping him on his toes. Besides, he only played those messages to embarrass me, and I think he likes you, thinks you're a good influence or something."

"Or something," you say, gathering your clothes from the floor.

[lhse]

Public sextape+Tracer:

Tracer was out on shopping with Sombra when a video started playing of her being a ‘helping hero’ for the homeless and poor.

"You know, Olivia. I wasn't really sure what to think when you said you've turned over a new leaf, and I'm real sorry for that. You're actually really nice!" The chipper girl exclaimed, enjoying her time with the hacker, who was leading her in an alleyway, claiming it was a shortcut to the mall.

"How nice of you, chica. Say, I've got a little surprise just for you. See that big screen on the building?" Sombra pointed to her, the giant screen currently playing a commercial for a fast food restaurant.

"Uh-huh? What about it?"

"I want you... To close your eyes and wait just a sec. Can you do that for me, amiga?"

"Sure! I don't see why not?" The brit said as she closed her eyes, while still facing the screen.

"When should I open my eyes?"

"Don't you worry your pretty head... You'll know when." Sombra said as she turned herself invisible, getting herself in a nice spot. Away from the potential dangers.

Tracer meanwhile, was waiting excitedly for her surprise, wondering what her new friend had in mind. Her imagination forced to stop in its tracks as she heard speakers playing very close to her position. While surprised by the sudden noise, Tracer kept her eyes closed, trying to focus on the sound. And what she could only assume was kissing?

Rather intense kissing at, the wet sounds of french kissing easily recognizable. Feeling a bit of second-hand embarrassment, oblivious to what the public was seeing, Tracer asked while her eyes were still closed.

"Umm... O-Oliva? Should I open the-"

"Is that what you Overwatch 'heroes' call community service nowadays, miss Tracer?"

Lena's eyes shot wide open as she recognized the man's burly voice, only to see her own self. Completely nude and surrounded by dirty old men. Her mouth switching between two as she made out with them. While her ass was being groped harshly by another pair behind her. Her whorish moans and moving hips making it clear she was loving it.

"Please... Just call me Lena... Or whatever you studs want~"

"No, no, no, no, no! T-this can't be happening! W-who recorded this?" Tracer asked herself, feeling her phone buzz in her jeans, quickly grabbing it to see many, many texts and calls missed from her friends, family and employers. Clearly meaning the whole world was now aware of her slutty outings.

Lena was unable to do anything but lower her cellphone and watch the big screen, reliving the supposedly secret night. Realizing with dismay how ruined her life was.

"You didn't answer the question, slut... Can we expect Mercy to come out from the sky and offer her holes too?" One of the men asked, as he spanked her ass, before kneading the reddened flesh. The young woman moaning happily as she pulled way to answer, a string of saliva still connecting her and the poor stranger.

"Ngh... Knowing Angela, I doubt that... It's just a Tracer kind of service~... After all, I love your fat cocks so much~..." Tracer answered hungrily, grinding her butt against one of the homeless men's crotch.

"That so? Get on your knees then, skank." The man kissing her said harshly, before spitting right on her hanging tongue. Making her moan happily at the degrading act.

"Aah~... Yes, sir, and thank you~!" Tracer complied easily, getting in position as she shook her shapely rear from side to side. Happy to finally get her precious cocks.

With ease, the poor man took her anus doggystyle, pounding her roughly as she squealed in bliss at the intrusion. Digging into her balls deep without warning nor preparation, her tight hole clearly used to taking dick.

"Aanh~! I love bums in my bum!" Tracer giggled almost crazily, her lust along with the rough dicking turning her brain to mush.

"Save that for later, slut..." One of them said, unamused by the pun, before muting her by plunging his cock in her throat. Skewering the British slut from both side.

The video continued, playing out the rest of the gangbang, with Tracer as the main actress. The live one, watching wordlessly, having no idea how to process this situation. Until, a familiar voice broke through the degenerated, muffled screams of pleasure.

"If you liked what you see, and want more. Enter the following address displayed on the screen if you want a piece of the famous Overwatch hero. If you're bad at directions, no worries, just follow the moans."

Right as she heard this, Lena could feel multiple hands groping her from all sides. The nearby homeless men, clearly having taken the public sextape as an invitation.

Tracer took one last look at her smartphone, noticing the few calls from her girlfriend. Before throwing on the ground, and stripping for her growing audience and throwing herself at them. Ready to accept her new life.

"Smile at the camera, amiga..." The invisible woman chuckled to herself, making sure not to miss the ex-Hero's reincarnation.

(hope this is what you had in mind with sombra, I honestly wasn't sure)

[firefox710]

This is a recollection of an actual abuse event. This is not an invitation to tell me your fucked up fantasy about my abuse. Normally that'd be cool. But here I really just need to process.

TW: Incest, beastiality, p3do shit. Just...it's recollection of an actual rape from my childhood. Please becareful reading.

I'm sitting playing video games when daddy gets home from work. He comes home followed closely by his friends. He sits in his chair and his one friend sets a case of beer and a case of peach wine coolers on the floor. The TV quickly gets turned off, and I am told to sit quietly on the floor.

Mommy is quick to respond, setting up TV trays, and serving dinner to Daddy and his friends. His one friend, a woman, starts petting my head softly, "you're such a good girl, such a dumb girl." She grabs a wine cooler and forces my mouth open, dumping the drink down my throat, I gag and choke, but it tastes good. She hands me another, " see if you can drink this one yourself mutt." She asks mommy to get her a bowl, she takes the bottle back from me as she pours the drink into a makes me drink it like a dog. I quickly lap it up, while I can feel everyone's eyes on me. As I finish I see everyone else eating. I crawl over to Daddy, "Sir? May I eat? I'm very hungry." Daddy laughs and kicks me over onto my back. He sits on my Chest. It hurts so bad because I'm so much smaller then him. I can't breath. Daddy starts stuffing food into my mouth, "eat up little bitch, you're going to need your strength." He laughs while I choke trying to swallow what he stuffed in my mouth. He motions to one of his friends, and that guy grabs me and starts ripping off my clothes. I can't stop crying as I hear them all laugh at me, I'm scared for what comes next.

That's when I feel a rope wrap around my neck, and I'm pulled backwards and drug to mommy and daddy's room. "Your mom said to stay off her side of the bed." Daddy said as the shock collar went around my neck. I winced as the metal prongs found their spot, it was still tender from last time.

Daddy's lady friend pushed me on my back and looked at Daddy, "She look so delicious, may I have a taste?" Daddy nodded and his lady friend starts eating me out aggressively. While she's doing that daddy's over friend forces me to drink another beer. My heads getting foggy now. And I need to pee. "Daddy I..." I squeak out through moans. Daddy steps on my face, "dogs don't talk stupid mutt, speak like a good dog." It's hard to bark when I can't think. I scream as I feel the shock collar go off. "I SAID BARK." Daddy says loudly. I start crying harder as I force out a half hearted bark. "Not good enough" another shock goes through my neck and I scream out again. He nods at his lady friend who shoved 3 fingers into my ass without warning. I scream loudly and lose control of my bladder. "What a disgusting skank she pissed on me!" Daddy's lady friend is furious. Daddy shrugs. "You can discipline her if you want." She smiles holding her hand out for the shock collar remote. She shocks me on the highest setting 6 times before biting my clit as hard as she can. I scream and feel sick to my stomach. I look down and see blood pooling below me. Daddy's lady friend stands up, before Daddy takes his place between my legs and his friend positions himself at my face aggressively shoving his dick down my throat, it tastes and smelled horrible like spoiled food. I can't move, I can't fight. I gag hard around the dick in my mouth as Daddy shoves his cock Into my ass. It seems like it takes forever for them to finish. When they do I relax. I'm in so much pain but I survived its over. Or so I thought. Daddy throws me off the bed onto the floor. "Wait here there's someone else who wants a turn" Daddy whistles and our dog comes running in. I look at the dog, my best friend, and at Daddy in a panic. "What? He loves you, ya know? He wants you to make him feel good too." I try to crawl away but I'm to tired, to broken, too drunk. Daddy grabs me, "Don't worry, we want you to have fun too and it doesn't seem your drunk enough. Maybe something a little stronger." He goes to his gun safe and opens it. He pulls out a bottle of small white pills. "These will take to long to kick in if you just take them, so come here and bend over." He shoved the pill up my ass before shoving me back to the floor and taking another swig of his beer. It didn't take much time til I felt dizzy and sick. I try to stand up but keep falling over. Daddy laughs and pulls me up, bending me over the edge of the bed tying my hands to the posts so I can't stand up or get away. I feel the dog sniffing at me. I start crying again. "I'm sorry,I'll be good I'm sorry please daddy." I beg. The dog mounts me and rams into my ass at an alarming rate. I start vomiting and choking as a cry. It hurts to bad. "Stop stop stop." I try scream but my words are slurred and all I hear is laughter which turns to cheers as the dog knots me. "What a stupid fucking mutt." The dog eventually gets off me, and Daddy unties me. I fall to the floor unable to even stand up. Daddy laughs and throws me in his tub in the master bathroom. "Try not to puke everywhere mutt. Well be back in a little." He chuckles as he turns off the light and leaves me there. I try to stay awake. I feel like I'm dying. I try to fight the sleepiness but I just can't. And the world goes black.

[thisonlyguy-49]

WIP WEDNESDAY: Helluva Guns A Blazin’! - Chapter 3

Sneak peek at Helluva Guns A Blazin’! Chapter 3: Murder Family

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It’s hard to believe that a freelance company could go so flawlessly without any accidents happening whatsoever. Then again, if you’re an unbalanced assassination business like I.M.P, the phrase “no accidents'' is nonexistent. The gang had to evacuate the building immediately with the orange flames seeping its way into other parts of the establishment. It would be a miracle if the Imps don’t get blamed for the entire incident. Then again, the one person to get called out on this would obviously be Moxxie, albeit he triggered that crossbow after just being startled. 

As the firefighters came by and put the flames at ease, they went back to their vehicle and confiscated the eels, as the rest of I.M.P were outside when Mrs. Mayberry drove away in a taxi. 

“Byyyye!” Blitzø bellowed as the school teacher was further away from sight. “And don’t worry, we’ll get that skank in less than 24 hours or your first kill is freeeee!”

“Wait, that part wasn’t in the ad.” The tall Imp stated. “You said you charge for free when you’re paid to kill kids.” 

“Joey’s right, sir,” Moxxie added. “Since when did we start implementing that deal?”

The founder turned his head to Moxxie, beginning to grab his face. “When you set fire to my office in front of a CLIENT, YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT!!” Blitzø pushed Moxxie away to face the other employees, “Now someone please tell me that fancy book is still intact!”

You mean, our only ticket to the living world?” Loona asked, typing on her phone and then taking out the book. “Yeah. Got it.” 

“And that’s why you’re my favorite, Loonie!’” Blitzø rejoiced, as he took out a dog treat from his pocket. “You get a treat now!”

“Ew, stop.” The hellhound commented with slight disgust. Blitzø threw the treat into the air, grabbing it with his tongue like a lizard as he devoured it. “You’re so gross!”

“Aww, stop it. I get enough of that from my therapist.”

With Loona leaving the Imps on their own, Joey examined his female Imp coworker, mildly hypnotized by the drawn pentagram made from chalk on a building wall.

“Hey, new guy!” Blitzø exclaimed. “Are you coming with us?”

“Huh? What?” The Imp shifted his head left and right, snapping out of his trance. He looks down briefly to see his boss smiling widely as ever it seemed. 

“I said, are you coming with us?” The jester-like Imp repeated, his tone a bit more serious the second time.

The newcomer hesitated to answer, as this question felt so sudden to be asked. It’s only been two days since he’s been accepted into the company, and he wasn’t really sure if the others trusted him to be brought along on a job. But he can’t waste this, he’s now an assassin after all. 

“Uh… yeah, count me in.”

“That’s the spirit!” The foul-mouth Imp slapped his hand hard onto Joey’s back, earning a quick expression of pain from the taller demon.

“No problem, I’m one of you guys now, so I might as well do my part, right?”

“Exactly, as a member of I.M.P, it’s important for each and everyone of us to lay our asses out on the table.”

“...What?”

“I’m saying you gotta contribute, kid. Jeez, can’t understand some typical boss talk, can’t ya?”

Joey slowly opened his mouth, feeling stiff about what to say next. “Uhhhh…”

But before he could actually form words, Moxxie brought himself into their talk. “Wait, Joey, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, this is going to be your first time with us at work, specifically in the human world.”

Moxxie had a point; Joey’s never technically been to the surface. The type of demons who have had experience in such a realm are sinners, who have fallen down here as punishment. Hellborn creatures, as the title implies, simply go through life and death in Hell’s seven rings. However, the Imp now is in close proximity with a book defying what he previously believed. This will be his first experience, so he’ll have to know what must be done. 

“I know that, Mox,” he started, “but anything’s better than staying out here. A proper introduction to the outside might as well do it, right?”

The white-haired one paused, but sighed with a content smile, “Right.”

The jester-like Imp popped his head in between them, splitting them up for space. “Well, I guess that settles it then. New guy, time to see what us badass bitches can whip up when we get serious!”

Moxxie muttered, “And yet you’re the least serious overall.”

“Hey!” Blitzø hissed, “I hear that, dipshit!

Pushing the married male out of his face, the employer wielded a sinister grin of joy across his scarred face. “Now let’s go lick some ass!”

“The expression is ‘kick some ass’, Blitzø.” Millie stated, putting up finger guns.

“Mine’s better.”

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[rmpmw]

Wacky old Sir Richard Branson calls me

And says he's using a satellite phone from up in his friggin balloon at like 14,000 feet, where he is wearing a space suit and just had a massive brainstorm. He says, Mate, we're gonna create a new section on Virgin Atlantic, right behind Upper Class, and call it iPod Class. The whole section is redone in that glossy candy white color like an iPod. The walls, the seat backs, the seat cushions, the carpet, the bathrooms, everything in bloody shiny white, like you're sitting smack inside an iPod. We throw in some fake champagne and cheap sushi and bang up the fare price by 30 percent over coach, or Lower Class as we're now calling it. And you're separated from everyone else by tinted plexiglass walls, so the punters in back can see you, and you can just sit there looking cool and going, Yeah, how jealous are you lot, you'd love to be in here in iPod Class, wouldn't you, as if. Like the message is, Look at me, I'm young, I'm cool, I'm obnoxious and nouveau riche and arriviste, I'm tech savvy, I'm a dotcommer, I own lots of cell phones and PDAs and gadgets, I live in Silicon Valley and wear loafers without socks, I'm better than you, and when I fly ... I fly iPod Class. The chavs and the Irish'll go nuts for it. We'll get David Beckham and his skank wife to do the adverts, or Wayne Rooney.

So I'm like, Wayne Rooney? That senile, constipated old guy from 60 Minutes? He wouldn't recognize a friggin iPod if it came shooting out his butt. Branson's like, What? So I go, Richard, whatever, but like, what's the iPod connection here? Like, will there be a slot in the seatback or the arm rest where you can plug in an iPod? Or maybe some special headphones done up all in white to look like an iPod? And he goes, Well, it's marketing, innit? It's marketing. But I'm like, Yeah but how is some section of an airplane connected to an iPod, ya know? How are they related? Branson's like, Hrm, well, uh, yah, whatever, who knows, but it's marketing innit? Like there's an Upper Class and now there's an iPod Class. And it's all white, like an iPod.

So the truth is I kinda sorta hate this guy cause he made such a big deal out of his stupid Virgin online music store and he was all Mr. Smack Talk about how he was gonna kick the crap out of iTunes -- ya right -- but now he's pretending he's my big "mate" or whatever. Maybe the altitude is friggin up his head and he figures maybe I don't remember what a dickbreath he was on the music store thing. Anyhoo, I push back on him and say I just don't see the synergy and I don't want to dilute the brand and he gets a little PO'd cause as you might have noticed he's got a teensy little ego problem, and he says in this sort of plummy fake upper-class accent, I'm sorry, did you just say "dilute the brand"???? My God I think I'm going to choke on a piece of foie gras. Dilute the brand? Look, I've been in your stores and I've seen these stupid iPod gizmos you sell. You tell me what the hell do they have to do with anything? I mean, the bloody Tivoli iPal? It's a bloody FM radio! Only it's painted white and has a plug for an MP3 player. But I don't hear you bitching about that, Steve. So I'm like, Branson, my bro, cool out, do some yoga, smoke a doob, cut a fart in your space suit or whatever, but sure, go for it, set the controls for the center of the sun. Have the lawyers work it out and just give old Steve a slice of the action. And God bless you, you crazy goat-bearded bleached-hair balloon-flying freak. He says, Bloody right, mate, you won't regret this, and I promise you can break a bottle of fake champagne on the first plane and take the maiden voyage, right alongside the Beckhams, my word as a gentleman. And I'm like, Dude, I don't fly commercial, it gives me hives, I'm allergic to non-vegans, but thanks anyway and good luck. Then I called our lawyers and told them, I don't care if you have to put a bullet in this a-hole's head, but do NOT let this deal happen. Ha!

[maythegnome]

Random incorrect/out-of-context quotes, but they're about my school work so none of you know what's going on: Josephine: I shot him in the leg! The police: Yeah? Then whY IS HE DEAD ON THE FLOOR??? "So she killed him purposefully?" "...Maybe???" "You guys would be terrible in court." "My favourite part was when they kidnapped her" "No sir, you don't understand, you *need* this smelly sock" Peter: We never carried weapons! Josephine, pulling a gun out from under her pillow: Bullshit Teacher, yelling at her desk: HAVE THREE CHILDREN "We're meant to be up to page 200- where are you up to?" "...49." "Sir if you die, I'll eat you." "Maybe that's the way I wanna go" "You mean the Jewish fish fighter?" "He grapples with salmon on the daily." Josephine: Oh, Penny? I hate that skank, don't trust her Penny: I am riGHT HERE- "It's just a bunch of naked people walking down a staircase [shuffling sounds]" "SEE! THE SCIENCE LOBSTER SAYS TO DO DRUGS!" "So because I killed him I need to let him kill *me* now?" "Yeah, they just left a frozen cow in the classroom." "OH HELL YEAH, DISSECTION TIME!" "ALL HAIL THE WOMB CHAIR!" "I hate the government." "Work hard, get hard, stay hard." "I hope every milk carton burns." "Wait... what's the name of Italy's man ruler thing, again???" "So… Hitler…" Teacher: Where are you going? Student, running down the stairs away from her: My planet needs me

"NO NO PUT THE CLOCK DOWN-" Teacher: That means if you get a mullet your parents don't love you

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Ranch Hand: Chapter 11

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

Series MasterList

Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary: Bucky meets you're mom and step-dad.

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

Chapter Warnings: Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, swearing, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse, PTSD/Panic Attack, a little bit of violence barely any just someone getting punched.

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"How long will it take?" Bucky asks.

"Maybe a few months. You'll have to register to be a foster parent, get your house safety proofed. Everything we talked about, you have my number. I think we should get back to the lobby now."

"Yeah thank you for your time." Bucky smiles before opening the door letting her leave before following her. "Hey Doll." Bucky sits by you.

"Hi buck." You look at him.

"So I wanted to ask you, if you wanted me to become you foster parent. It would probably take a few months for you to be placed in my care but in that time you'd be in another home. This is if CPS is able to remove you from their custody. Which Ms. Peters says is almost definite."

"So I'd live on the farm??

"Yeah I'll set up a room for you, you'd get to decorate it."

"Will you still pay me to work on the farm?" You asked him.

"Well yeah but schools starting soon so you ma'am won't be working most of the time." He chuckles putting a hand on your shoulder pulling you closer to him gently.

"I don't know I won't know anyone." You said.

"We'll deal with that later so you want to live with me?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." He hugs you. "Get some rest we're gonna be waiting for a while."

"Okay... You'll stay by me right?"

"Of course." He assured you as you lay your head on his shoulder.

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The door open and Bucky looks over. A couple walks in looking around angrily. They notice you laying between Steve and Bucky. The woman begins marching towards you. Bucky taps Steve's shoulder nodding to the angry woman. Bucky gently wakes you up. You look at him confused before you heard the voice.

"Y/n! I was so scared." You tensed moving closer to Bucky. "Why did you run away!" She tries to pull you into a hug but Steve was quick to move in front of you.

"Hi I'm Steve."

"Get out of the way I'm trying to hug my daughter! She's been missing for 3 months."

"You didn't even report her as missing though?" Sam says walking over.

"Wait then who did?" Bucky asks having not heard about that.

"Uhm... A Bellamy Jacksons."

"That's my best friend." You whispered to Bucky.

"Mr. And Mrs. Johnson?" The CPS worker walks over, "I'm Ms. Peters from CPS we need to talk."

"We're not doing that, we just really want to take our daughter home." Your stepdad says looking at you. Bucky glares at the man keeping an arm around you. "Whos this jerk?"

"I'm Bucky." He says looking up at the man.

"Okay, if you two will follow me." Ms. Peters cuts in. The couple follows her to a back room, two officers also going with them.

"You okay doll?" Bucky looks at you.

"Yeah. Thank you Buck." You say quietly. "You too Steve." You look at the blonde. He gives you a reassuring smile.

"Of course." Steve says as he sits down next to you.

"Now all we do is wait and hope for the best." Bucky says leaning back in the chair.

It takes about 30 minutes until you all hear shouting. You look up and over at the noise. Your stepdad, Michael was arguing with a cop. You tuck you head down leaning closer to Bucky. Bucky looks over at you and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

"She's lying! She just was attention!"

"Sir calm down." The officer says calmly.

"No that little skank is trying to ruin me." The man argues while storming towards you. Bucky is quick to stand up and block him from you. "Move."

"No. You don't get to hurt her again." Bucky said crossing his arms. He's faced people scarier than this drunk guy.

"Oh she's fooled you with her lies too." The man spat. You were staring at bucky's back as you listened to the insults your stepdad said about you and Bucky. Multiple officers hurry over to de-escalate the situation but they aren't in time to stop your stepdad from punching Bucky. Bucky stands there unfazed as he watches a cop handcuff the other man.

"Bucky?" Steve says as he looks at you. You were zoned out looking ahead of you which was just Bucky's back. Your eyes were emotionless. Bucky turns around looking at you.

"Steve go get her some water." Bucky orders, Steve silent nods and walks away. "Hey y/n? Can you hear me doll?" Bucky asks you. You don't move, you saw his mouth moving but you couldn't hear him. You're head felt fuzzy, and his voice was muffled.

Bucky looks at you kneeling. He doesn't touch not wanting to startle you and make it worse. He's never seen someone like this before, but he's been in your position. He doesn't fully know how to break someone from it though. He knows what helps him so he'll try those first.

"Breath." He motions with hand knowing you don't understand what he's saying. You try to you really do but it feels like your suffocating. Like there's coming on your chest. "Hey where'd you get this watch is really nice." Bucky says trying to distract your mind. His voice barely cuts through and you look down at the watch. It was a basic watch that had a leather strap while the actual clock part was silver.

"M-m-my d-dad." You says it's broken and quiet but Bucky smiles.

"Really? Is that real leather?"

"Y-yeah." You nod taking a deep breath.

"Oh its really beautiful."

"T-hank y-you."

"You're welcome doll." Bucky notices your mom and Step dad, now both in cuffs being taking to another room from the corner of his eye. "Focus on me Y/n can you tell me one thing you feel?"

"Uh... My- my shirt." You take a deep breath keeping your eyes on him.

"Okay two things you hear?"

"Uh you and uh- well uhm."

"Take your time it's okay."

"I-I hear f-footsteps." You answer after a moment.

"Very good, okay three things your see." He asks.

"You, s-sam." You look around. "Uh the police dog."

"Here drink some water."

"Thank you." You took the paper cup from him. "Are they gone?"

"Yeah I think so." Bucky tells you.

"Okay."

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[shotthemessenger]

Black Card

Black reader x Bonten harem style • • • Prev Post Note: All characters are over the age of 21, and will always be, no matter nsfw or sfw

a/n: This was requested a long time ago and I really do apologize to the person that requested this because I never came around to doing it. I’m here now! I hope you like it!

Warnings: Gambling, non-consensual touching, death, slightly nsfw, gang violence

Genre: Action, horror, romance

Enjoy :>

“Do you think she likes fighting?” To say the least, it was a yes and no. You honestly didn’t really care that much about fighting. Most of the time you avoid fighting, because it’s mostly a waste of time. However, whenever you do fight, you look mouth drooling-ly badass. It was more of a matter of skill, so when you found the card in your room to join the big group, you were rather interested.

Fast forward, you were thinking of a place where to get your tattoo, where no one will see it so you can continue your career, but also be a part of the gang. Finally, you thought of the body part and walked into the room. There sat a sober and irritated Sanzu. “Sit down or whatever, I’m putting it where I feel like.” Raised not to take shit from anyone, you snap back. “Actually, it’s my body, I will tell you where to put it and you better put it there.”

Shocked, yet intrigued, he smirks and taps the chair. “Get in position then.” You have him pull the chair out and you uncover the spot where you wanted it. After a moment of him processing, he finally gets to doing his work, happy about the spot you chose.

After the week that you took off for the tattoo to heal, you were out at a casino just to gamble some “loose change.” In reality, you were there undercover, to get stolen money from a rat, and to kill him later. When you made it to the table with him, he was cocky and high with pride. You were ready to knock that down quickly.

It started off with him immediately intimidating the others, but as the game progressed, it only came to you two against each other, and he was losing. He grew upset with the fact that he was losing against a woman and started to get aggressive with his words.

“Don’t get so cocky because a skank like you got the upper hand. You’re nothing special. Get the hint and already back off.” The gang could hear everything that he was saying, and it pissed them all off. Sanzu walked up on him, leaving his post, but you stopped him, and kept him right next to you. “Thank you for being so kind sir, I can handle him myself.” The rat happened to know who Sanzu was. From the way you two interacted he suspected that you two didn’t know each other.

You were playing your role well. Things flipped for the worse on the rat’s end and he was at the brink of losing. He went into a fury and pulled out his gold card. “I could literally buy your entire company!” He exclaimed, enraging the men. You were calm and smiled. Digging in your purse, you pulled out your wallet. Confused, the gang and rat stared intensely. You pulled out a gold card and set it on the table.

He rolled his eyes, unamused. Then you pulled out a platinum card and set it on the table. Now he was a little worried. And for the next minute you proceeded to pull out seven black cards. He started sweating profusely, looking around for an exit. “I can buy you, your family, your company, your company’s company, and more. Try me.” The rat went silent and finished the gamble with you, losing all the stolen money and you winning all the money back.

“Here, I’ll give you something sweet for being so nice, just come with me out the back.” You winked, leaving your stuff there and him quickly following you. Sanzu collects your stuff, and the money, and tosses it off to Kakucho, who takes it out to the truck.

Panning back to you, you started trailing off to a love motel, giggling and letting him touch you inappropriately. You covered your face and asked for a room for two, him paying for it since you left your cards at the casino. Once you got a ticket, you ran to the stairs to the top floor, having the stamina of a cheetah. Finally making it to the room, he was fast at unbuckling his pants. “Let me go to the bathroom real quick.” You said with a flirty tone.

He was a little disappointed but was quick to let you go. You went in for a moment, put on some gloves and fixed the gun, taking the safety off and putting a silencer on it. Quietly, you opened the door, crept towards him and shot the side of his head, letting him fall over and bleed out. You placed the gun in his hand, placing the fingers perfectly to make it look like a suicide and left.

You went down the same flight of stares and took the back exit, heading up to the alleyway and going to the car that sat at the end. The side opened and you hopped in quickly, sitting in between the Haitani brothers. “I need a shower asap. I have that rat's hands and lips all over me.” Rindou grunted, making you look over to him. “What?” You asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“You could’ve just killed him at the back of the casino, we would’ve dealt with the rest of the work.” You pouted, making him soft. “But that would’ve been boring! Besides, as long as I come back to my boys then it’s all good, right?” The other three in the car nodded and agreed, causing him to give in.

You pecked his cheek and smiled. “Thanks Rinnie!” Ran started to whine while Sanzu stared menacingly at Rin. A smug look took over his face, while Kaku just sighed, tired of this shit.

When you got back, you went to your office, taking a bath and aggressively rubbing off the places he touched. There was a knock on your door, and with your permission, in came Kokonoi. “Rag.” Was all he said, and you handed it to him, allowing him to rub you back. He kissed your nape and shoulders, also disliking the sounds of that man touching you how he wanted. When he finished, you stood up, the soap suds falling off of you.

“Pass me my towel.” You said, facing away from him. Grabbing your towel, he wrapped it around you and kissed your nape again. “That’s a smart place to put it.” He said, helping you out of the bath. A smile was placed on your lips as he grabbed another towel and started drying your legs. Finishing up, you went out one of the three doors in there while he drained the tub and got dressed.

He went about his business and passed an upset executive and right-hand man. Kakucho sped past as well, quickly entering your office. This is going to be a long day.

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[besamehyuka]

Devil’s Pass time

Let's Keep Her

Chapter 16~

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SCENES WHICH MAY BE UNPLEASANT FOR SOME READERS! SUCH AS; INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING, WORDS, ACTIONS AND PHRASES. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SMUT/MAFIA/ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES; DO NOT READ!!

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Jisung lit his cigarette as he stared into the woods, taking note of how the birds would rush away from him, or how the wolves, being huge as they were, scurry in desperate need. He felt power.

Every bit of blood that coarsed through his body was now charged with electricity, as he thought about you. His sweet precious Y/n.

He remembers when he first laid eyes on you, those many years ago. How his young form may have looked to you. How small, skinny and powerless he was.

That was when he was still mortal. Before he signed the devil's book. He didn't care about life anyways, trying hard to get on the devil's side, and it just so happened to work.

He didn't even need to give up his soul, seems like he was indeed the devil's son after all.

It made sense in a way actually. His mom was the biggest whore he'd ever seen, it wouldn't have surprised him.

But what was he?

He used many girls for his own wants, was he any better.

"I'm way better than that skank." He stated inhaling a puff before holding it way longer than he'd intended. He blew the toxic smoke out, watching as the last remnants of it blew in the sky.

"The earth really is the devil's playground." He chuckled.

He stood still as he head a tree branch break, his sharp ears taking note of the man's voice, how desperate it was. How childish his thoughts were.

"Excuse me sir!" The man said, walking towards Jisung, his hand deep in his pockets, and Jisung took note of the gun shaped outline.

Jisung chuckled but didn't answer, tilting his head to the side.

"Hey punk!" The man said with more confidence than any mortal should have in the face of a demon.

Well maybe the man didn't know his place in the world yet. Yet, Jisung was intrigued, he wanted to see how far this would go.

"You look like you have money on you." The man chuckled removing his hand from his pants pocket to pull out a silver colt 45. He pointed it at Jisung. "Give me it, and there won't be any trouble."

At this point Jisung couldn't help but laugh, it was hilarious. This weak human, this weak soul, this weak minded man was telling Jisung; a demon, the prince of hell, the betrayer of men: to hand over simple cash in exchange for a life.

"What's so funny, eh?" The man stated pointing his gun hard into Jisung's chest, but Jisung simply looked at him. His face serious as he raised an eyebrow.

"Such a filthy thing, get it off my chest." Jisung demanded and the man cocked it back. Shooting Jisung in the chest, it stung a little but it was manageable.

"Didn't I tell you to get it off my chest?" Jisung stated, his eyes fully turning to black, before lifting the man high in the air by his throat. "and why are you out here in the woods? You should know not to mess with things you have no power over."

The man clawed, scratched and yelped, but nothing was going to help him. "What the hell are you?" The man asked, crying tears of fear.

"Something above you."

And then:

Lights were out for the man..

[stuckasmain]

The Scar and the shell- details they kept

I’ve tried to post this four times now, this is the second time I’ve re wrote it. I’m hoping my sheer rage it gets though this time.

The amount of details this movie has is something I’ve screamed about before; it’s something I absolutely admire everyone who worked on this film for. The small things they have from appearance to character moments. To be able to see a look in their eye and know what they are thinking. Hhhh. One of my favorite things is despite having differences from the comic- it never fails to nod to or share a lot of small details with it. One of the most obvious being Funboy’s shirt. My favorite however is Eric’s scar.

It’s something I didn’t notice on my first watch, but once I noticed I officially lost boys mind. Like the (many) scars on his chest this one comes from death , there is a scar across the bridge of his nose from going out the window. From the brief shots of his body you can see a gash across his nose.

It’s faint and you may not notice at first when watching, but once you see it it will stick in your memory. In the comic it’s the same way- though different reasons (the main difference between the comic and the movie is the deaths) spanning up to his eye, causing it to be lighter- which I believe is implied that his eyes dead/poor.

Another detail is the shell tied to his hair. It’s never mentioned or pointed out by the movie, along with the scar. Which is possibly my favorite detail. They simply exist as a part of Eric. They don’t scream and highlight them “hey! We know! We read” they’re just there. These small little details that make Eric Eric. I adore them for that.

It’s small, at first - like the scar you probably won’t notice or confuse it for a earring. I first see it before the fight in club trash/killing skank. If it appears before this however please let me know. It’s a bit hard to spot in his hair.

I noticed it the fist time in a really bad photo from the roof fight and had it confirmed by one of those ‘fun fact’ sheets rheirjekekeke

In the comic it’s a major deal, a charecter change/moment. After one of the first two kills. Unless there’s a moment of a deleted scene or dialogue.. we don’t see him tie it in his hair in the movie. The main difference being it happens way later then the comic.

I read somewhere that Brandon is partly responsible for getting it so close to the comic because he was aa fan. Sir I love you- what.

Thank you for yet again sitting though me happily babbling away about this movie (and the comic) there is just so much to say, every watch, every read produces so so much more to notice and it’s hhhhh it’s so good I just-