#i have a hard lump on my tongue and like. i'm starting to have periodic sore throat and earaches?

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tmi

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi, so I'm not sure about the differences between the different decks, but could I pretty please get a Sabo, queen of the moon, nsfw. Tysm.

Hello my love!!! :D You can message me anytime about questions for the decks I'm using! I will gladly answer them! Yes I can do this for you!! When shuffling and asking the question for a naughty Sabo request 3 cards popped out they were Extremes, Surrender and Patience certain situations can become more intense during this time period but let everything play out don't act on impulses or what you are feeling in the moment get to you, when you started to look at everything from different points of views you will see which way is the right way things will become more clear.♥️ I hope you enjoy my love ♥️

Sabo x GN Reader: I'm Only Yours N/SFW

Warning: Creampie, Masturbation, Penetration, Dom Sabo, Suggestive language

“Let me get a good look at you.” Sabo picking himself up from you. His body was glistening with a layer of sweat, pushing his hair out of his face. His eyes travel down your naked frame seeing you chest rising up and down. “My my don’t you look lovely, we should have done this a long time ago.” seeing the devilish smile on his face, his tongue dragging across the bottom of his lip in a seductive way.

You held back for so long wanting to be touched by Sabo. Feeling the lump in your throat beginning to form. Your eyes are also traveling his body savoring the lovely view. The reddish purple marks covering your neck and chest were done by him. Seeing his hands travel down to his cock as he began to stroke himself. Just the sight of you was turning him on .Just remembering the sensation of how his cock fit so nicely inside you just moments ago. Hearing a low moaning escape from his lips the bit of cum on the tip of his cock. “ enjoying the view?” The corner of your lip curled up.

Flashing a cheeky smile “oh yeah, I bet you are enjoying the view. I can see it in your eyes....if you want more. All you have to do is just ask _______. I will gladly give it to you.”

Looking up at him then at his cock that was already hard. Seeing it slightly twitch in his hand. Your eyes travel back up to him. “I need you Sabo.” Batting your lashes, you lightly biting your inner cheek. Sabo cocked brow just a bit, smirking as he looked down at you. It seemed he was waiting for something else to add to what you were saying. “Please?” softly saying to him.

“That’s more like it.” Sabo leaned forward towards you. His face was inches away from yours. His hands grabbed your thighs, lifting them up and pressing them close to your chest. The cum from previously seeping from inside of you as he adjusting your position. His hand guided the tip of his cock at your entrance, he began to slightly tease you rubbing the tip at your entrance. “Now when people ask who you belong to. What will your answer be?”

“Yours Sabo. I’m yours.” Just by those words you felt cock guiding him both of you letting out a grunt. Sabo slowly began rocking his hips back and forth into you. He placed a hand on your cheek, this thumb swiping your cheek. The built up sexual tension for month was being released and it never felt so great, you couldn't get enough of him. Your fingers finger into his shoulders as he kept pumping himself deep inside of you. “Ngh..mmmm~~ please don’t stop.” whimpering a bit as your wide eye expression looked up at him.

“That’s right _______, you belong to me.” placing a small kiss on your lips. “And I belong to you.” Sabo leaned a bit closer pressing his lips against yours, his tongue sliding into your wet canvas as his tongue was becoming more dominant than yours. The string of saliva dripped to your chin as he removed his lips from yours. This scythronized thrusting became more rough.

The whimpers coming from your lip as you called out his name over and over was a sweet bliss to his ears. Nothing sounds so sweet than you calling his name out like you did. The more missions you went on together would be also your own private time to do anything to one another. The wait to embrace one another was totally worth it and you were truly his.

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NSFW 18+ Kitten - Dom! Bakugo x Sub! Reader

WARNING: Characters are consenting and 18+, bdsm, master, swearing, sexual content, spitting, collars, leash, butt plug, pet play, etc.

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A/N: ASDFGHJKL I didn’t expect to get this far but it did so uh enjoy. Send in any request. My inbox is open and enjoy ✨

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"Stand in the corner." Katsuki ordered.

You did as your told. You have not been listening all week and your boyfriend was quite fed up with it. You usually are a good submissive with bratty attributes here and there when you didn't get your way. One of the many things Katsuki adored and despised about you. He has already put you over his knee once this week and it still didn't work. He figured you may be on your period or something so he tried his best not to be on your case, but he has had enough.

Now, you're naked in the corner of your bedroom. You watched as your significant other dig through his box of goodies to use on you.

"Ah, here it is!" Katsuki exclaims in satisfaction as he brings out a leash and collar.

You gulp the lump in your throat and cross your arms. Katsuki turns to face you with a smirk.

"Yeah, you know what this is. Now," he sits on the bed and pats his knee, "get on your knees and crawl to your Master."

You shook your head no, being defiant. You were in a bratty mood and you did not feel like being submissive. You also did not want the leash and collar. Katsuki did not appreciate the defiance, of course, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Tch. That's funny, I don't remember it being a fucking question, kitten. So, I suggest you get your ass over here before I make your punishment ten times worse," Katsuki warned in annoyance, "unless you want another spanking." He uses his quirk to add emphasis to his words.

Flashbacks from past punishments ran through your brain. Knowing that Katsuki isn't playing, you - reluctantly - get on your knees and crawl over to him. You place your head on his left knee cap, meeting his crimson orbs. It felt like he was seeing right through your soul which is so intimidating.

Katsuki pats your head.

"Good girl. Now," he brings out a black leather collar and starts putting it around your neck, "behave while I put this on."

You felt as Katsuki tightened the collar a little tighter than preferred, but still enough where you can breathe. He places his index and middle finger in between the collar and your neck to make sure it wasn't too tight.

"Perfect."

He gets the all black leash out and attaches it to the collar. You huffed then pout, not wanting it on you at all. Katsuki pulls you up to meet his face with his by pulling the leash. You choke a little as the collar got tighter around your neck in that moment. Katsuki's interrogating eyes met your trembling ones.

"Don't pout, kitten. You brought this on yourself." Katsuki chuckles before biting your bottom lip. Then, he starts making out with you. You couldn't help but give in to his kisses. They were the best you have ever had. So full of love and passion.

Katsuki pulls away and sticks his index and middle finger in your mouth for you to suck on his fingers. You did it with joy as he started going down your throat causing you to gag some. Katsuki smirked.

"You are about to choke on more than my fingers, kitten. Get on your knees."

You do as your told. Katsuki then uses his hand to grab your chin vigorously. You trembled under his rough yet soft touch.

"Open your mouth, slut."

You open your mouth into a little O for Katsuki to spit in your mouth. The spit rolls down your tongue and down your throat. You smiled at this action and Katsuki pat your head in approval.

"You liked that, didn't you? I know you did, kitten." Katsuki praises.

Katsuki begins unbuckling his pants and pulling out his hard dick. He smirked as he saw your eyes glimmer at the sight of his throbbing cock.

"Yeah, I know you want this. Look at you. Practically foaming at the mouth for my huge cock. Don't worry, I will not make you wait any longer," he uses the leash to pull you closer to his shaft, "enjoy every inch."

You lick his erected member, making sure to go over the exposed veins. You reach the tip and start swirling your tongue around it. You then begin sucking on it, slowly taking in each inch. Katsuki and you have been together for a long period of time, but your gag reflex still isn't used to how big his dick is. This man is packing.

While you're taking in his cock, you use your hand to massage his balls. Katsuki let's out groans and moans in pleasure. This helped you continue doing the task at hand. You wanted to feel every inch down your throat and make Katsuki proud.

Katsuki rested his hands in your hair and even control the speed of your abilities.

"Fuck, baby.." He groans in pleasure with his head back. "You feel so fucking good. You love my cock down your pretty fucking throat, don't ya?"

You couldn't answer as you bobbed your head up and down.

"Fuck yeah you do. You're my little cock hungry slut."

Katsuki continue to moan and groan. You could feel his dick pulsate as he is precum entered your mouth. You continued going to work as you wanted his cum to feel your mouth. Just when you thought he was about to do so, he pulled you off his dick by your hair. You frown at this.

"Tsk. You thought I was going to cum in your mouth? Good girls get to enjoy their Master's cum. Brats do not."

Katsuki let's go of your hair.

"Put your hands in front of me."

You do as your told and Katsuki ties the leash around your wrist. You liked the pressure it put on your neck from it pulling your collar.

"On the bed on all four's."

You do as your told, your bruised ass for his viewing. Katsuki smirked at the sight. He was definitely an ass man and he enjoyed the view of your ass any chance he got. Especially if it was marked up from him. This raised his ego even more.

You wondered what was taking him a bit when you felt a lubricated butt plug enter your ass. You whine as it enters you.

"M-Master.."

"Shut up. You know you like it." Katsuki snickers before entering his index and middle finger your pussy. "All this damn whining yet you're soaked. Obviously, you're enjoying yourself."

"I'm not!" You lied.

"Oh really?" Katsuki takes his fingers out of your vagina and walks over to you, putting his fingers in front of your face. "Taste yourself and tell me how you're not enjoying it."

You denied his orders, burying your face into the satin sheets.

"Tch. That's what I thought," he makes his way back to behind you, giving you a hard smack on your ass. "Now, where were we."

You yelp in pain as his hand collided with the biggest bruise on your ass. He chuckled.

Katsuki puts his hands on both of your hips and pulls you close to him. You feel his still hard cock enter your soaked warm walls and he starts thrusting. You moan in pleasure.

"Fuck," Katsuki groans, "your pussy feels so tight around my cock. You love it when I fuck you senseless, don't you?"

You were too busy moaning to answer. A hard slap on your ass made you respond.

"Yes Master! I love it!"

"Damn right you do."

Katsuki continues thrusting in and out of your cunt. He even spanked your ass from time to time to cause pain shooting through your body, but he knew you liked it. Katsuki kept going more aggressive, groaning and moaning swear words.

"M-Master, I'm a-about to c-"

"You better fucking not." Katsuki growled.

"B-but Master!" You sobbed.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

You whined as Katsuki continues thrusting in you. You did your best to hold your cum, but Katsuki was not holding back. In fact, he became more aggressive and faster. Without permission and even your own doing, you came all over Katsuki's still hard dick. Katsuki did not comment on it, though, as he is almost at his limit. Not even a minute later, Katsuki's cum flowed into your vagina. He stood there for a second, letting his cock rest in you.

Katsuki pulls out and retrieves a wash cloth from the bathroom. He cleans you up and takes your leash off.

"Master, what about my collar and butt plug?"

"You sleeping with both of those tonight." Katsuki states as he wipes your mouth before kissing your lips.

"B-but Master.." You pout.

"No if's, ands, or buts about it. If you would've been a good kitten from the start, I wouldn't have to do this," he pats your thigh gently, "let's go shower and get ready for bed, kitten."

"Yes Master."

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[seeroftodayandtomorrow]

The Prince and the Moon God

Chapter 7

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Blaine has never had any problems finding a lover. It was some hassle sneaking out of the castle into the city to where he could find someone, but once he was there...

Sam, once they had had a relationship where he could risk offending the prince, had sometimes called him a slut for taking his pleasures where he found them. Sam himself was always head over heels for someone, falling for one love of his life after the other, and Blaine had never been able to explain to him why love was never even part of the bargain for him. There has never been the possibility for him to grow old with someone, like it had come for Sam once Mercedes was part of his life, because Blaine would not grow old.

Now, as he is lying in Kurt's bed, with Kurt's lips trailing over his body, he feels the irony. Sam would laugh at him: the first man he feels anything more for than fleeting attraction, and it happens now?

“What's the matter?” Kurt asks, lifting his head.

“Nothing,” Blaine says. “I'm fine.”

“You...do want this, don't you?”

Blaine nearly laughs. How could he not want this? He has never felt as alive as he does now. It's this ship and the endless sea around him, it's the wind and the salty air and the water that sprays his face every time he goes on deck. It's the easy, almost effortless friendship he has formed with some of the crew. And it's Kurt.

He pulls him up and kisses him like he has never kissed anyone before.

And now it's Kurt's lips on his, his tongue in his mouth, the stubble of his beard against his cheeks. It's his hands on his skin, his thigh between his legs, his sigh in his ear.

There's nothing about this that Blaine doesn't want.

Except the end.

His touch, his kisses are laced with despair, he knows that. He tries to take everything now while he can. It makes his hands fly over Kurt's body, makes him kiss him like he wants to devour him, makes him want to do everything at once.

Of course, Kurt notices, and once again he looks at him with a question in his eyes. This time, he doesn't ask, though. He presses Blaine back against the bed, forcing him into stillness, and smiles.

“Let me, please?” he says, and Blaine nods, lies back, and tries to relax. It's not hard to get distracted from his thoughts when Kurt is touching him like this, kissing him like this. When his lips wander over bis neck, his throat, leaving a trail of fire that makes the amulet against his chest glow cold in comparison.

The amulet that is displayed proudly in the royal temple, that everyone knows. That marks him clearly as a thief, if not as a member of the royal family.

Panic ties his throat, and he gasps, sits up and hits Kurt's hands away, every good feeling instantly wiped out by the crushing fear he suddenly feels.

“I'm—I'm sorry,” he whispers through the lump in his throat. His skin feels too tight, the room seems to crowd him, and he hastily pushes Kurt away completely. “I can't...”

“It's okay,” Kurt says, reaches a tentative hand out to touch him. But Blaine can't be touched, not now, and so he flees, jumps from the bed and runs out of the room, up into the night.

The sailors on duty glance at him as he walks past, but no one tries to talk to him, and he is thankful for that. He goes to where Kurt stood earlier, stands in the prow and stares into the darkness, his hands on the railing wrapped so tight it hurts.

It's clear now that he can't do this. It would be no use to just take off the amulet; this is more than that. His attempts at a normal life have always failed sooner or later, and at some point he has realized that a normal life usually involves planning for the future. And even now, in the last weeks, when everything is coming to an end, he can't let go long enough to have Kurt for himself for a moment.

It would have been nice, to have that.

He probably lost his friendship, too, pushing him away like that when before, he had enthusiastically agreed to everything they were about to do. Kurt doesn't deserve to be treated like that, and Blaine can understand if he wants nothing to do with him anymore, wants to avoid him as far as possible on the ship.

It doesn't matter. None of it matters, in the end.

There's a not-quite touch on his back, and as he turn, there is Kurt, his hand an inch or so above his shoulder, as if uncertain.

“I'm not sleeping, anyway,” Kurt says, “so you might as well take the bed.”

“I doubt I will be sleeping tonight,” Blaine says, turning back so he won't have to look at Kurt. “Kurt, I'm -”

He remembers they're not alone, although the sailors work quietly and none of them is where they could hear him. still, he corrects himself.

“Captain, I'm sorry. I should -”

“Not now,” Kurt interrupts. “We'll talk tomorrow, okay? Breakfast, as usual?”

“Really?” Blaine says. He can barely believe Kurt doesn't seem to hold a grudge. “You still want to-”

“Tomorrow,” Kurt says firmly. His hand finally settles on Blaine's shoulder, but Blaine doesn't flinch from the touch. “You should go to bed now.”

Blaine nods shakily, and reluctantly turns around to go back down to the stateroom. Woodenly, he lies down on the bed, but when he turns and smells Kurt's cent that lingers on the sheets, he calms. He imagines Kurt standing there, watching over them, making sure they go where they mean to, and ironically, he feels safe. He sinks into sleep quickly, fearlessly.

Blaine is almost giddy with relief when he sits down to have breakfast with Kurt. He has lost a lot yesterday, but he has not lost Kurt's friendship: this thing, that has become so important to him in only a short period of time, is still there. Breakfast itself, however, is awkward. Whatever he had wanted to say yesterday when Kurt wouldn't let him; now he is silent. He nibbles at his food, sips his drink without tasting anything, and looks down on his plate, only occasionally lifting his eyes to share an awkward smile with Kurt, who finally clears his throat.

“About yesterday...I think I may have....overwhelmed you. I'm not used to....courting someone. I don't like visiting brothels, not since I've known Brittany's story, and...with shore leave being so short usually, I have to be—quick about...”

Blaine nods. He understands. He's had to sneak out of the castle often enough, bound to be back long before sunup so he wouldn't be found out. A glance often had to be enough, a bed in an inn everything he and his chosen partner ever saw of each others' lives. Everything started and finished in a night, a whole circle of courtship, fulfillment and separation in the course of a few hours.

“No,” he says. “I wasn't expecting to be courted, and I wasn't overwhelmed. This had...surprisingly little to do with you.”

He shakes his head, takes Kurt's hand over the table. “I'm saying this wrong. Just...I wanted everything yesterday. I did. It just seems that...I'm not in a place in my life right now where I can take a lover, even just for a few weeks. Even just for a night.”

Kurt looks pensive, and sad. “Look, I know you haven't told me everything about why you're on this journey. I know you probably can't talk about it, but if you want...if there is anything I can do to help...”

“I'd tell you everything if I could, Kurt, but I can't. I promised. I'm sorry...about everything.”

All of this is true. He has promised his father not to tell anyone about the sacrifice, but he doesn't care about that. What he can't face is what he knows Kurt would do: try to talk him out of it, try to find ways around Blaine dying, find some other solution. When Blaine knows there isn't one, when he has tried everything out in his mind and has done little else than think about a way out for years, for six miserable years. When he still isn't quite resigned to dying.

The rest of their breakfast is silent and awkward, though they take care to smile at each other so they know no one holds a grudge. When it's over, Blaine leaves so Kurt can sleep, and wishes desperately for the privacy of his own room so he can cry in peace.

They're stuck in the harbor for eight more days, carpenters hammering from dawn to dusk. The crew are impatient to be on their way, and Kurt can't sleep well because of all the noise, so he's testy and irritable, sometimes rivaling Santana in the abuse he shouts at the sailors who think being in port means they can slack in their duties.

And Blaine, who had been so relieved at the delay, resents it now. His attempt at a normal life has once more gone wrong, and once more, he tells himself to learn to accept it. There is nothing for him here. When he stands at the railing at the far side from port and looks at the sea, he doesn't see freedom anymore. It's just an illusion to taunt him with what he can never have. He is not free. And if he has to die, let it be soon.

Kurt and Blaine continue to break their fast together every morning, but the meals are not as enjoyable as they used to be. Blaine is silent and morose, brooding over is coffee, and Kurt is simply too tired to offer much in the way of conversation, though Blaine is aware that it would take a lot to cheer him up now. He also fears, and he thinks Kurt does too, that the way things are at the moment, a wrong word might set them both off, destroying what is left of their tentative friendship.

After their silent meals, Kurt lies down to try and snatch some sleep, and Blaine takes to go into town to escape the confines of the ship that now again only emphasizes how much he doesn't belong there. He takes no pleasure in his strolls except the knowledge that he's giving Kurt what privacy he can, and avoids being in the way.

He just walks aimlessly, looking at the buildings and the goods in the market without really seeing them, the exotic sights ans smells holding no appeal anymore. The world has gone dull and gray once more, and it's even more cruel now that he's had a taste of how rich and colorful it can be.

At night, ironically, is when he finds peace. He used to fear nighttime when he would be left alone with his thoughts, but now he almost yearns for it, knowing it is the only time when his thoughts will stop rotating in his head. He has had to wrap the amulet in a kerchief because it glows so much it can be seen through his shirt, but at night, alone in Kurt's cabin, in Kurt's bed, with the knowledge that Kurt is out there in the night, he unwraps it and looks at it.

It's beautiful now, glowing with a faint cold light like the moon itself. Blaine is past wondering why it glows, or what the obscure words of the inscription mean, or at least he tells himself it's no use wondering because he will never find out. In truth, the thought keeps nagging at him in the back of his mind, that he is missing something, that this is important. It's not enough to keep him from falling asleep, though, and when he does, every night he feels himself sinking into the deep cool waters of the moon lake, and they feel like Kurt's arms.

Still, he keeps wishing for their journey to continue, for him to move towards his goal again. For however reluctant he might be to reach it, when he does, all of this will finally be over.

On the sixth day, during his lonely stroll through the town, he is reminded that there are other reasons to wish for speed.