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‧₊˚✩彡 NATSU DRAGNEEL.

❝ 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑛. 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛, 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 GRAY FULLBUSTER.

❝ 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑛, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜, 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 ZEREF DRAGNEEL.

❝ 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑖’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑖’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑖𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤… 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 GAJEEL REDFOX.

❝ 𝑖’𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡! 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐! 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤… 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡! 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒! ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 ROGUE CHENEY.

❝ 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑎… 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑, ℎ𝑢ℎ… ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 STING EUCLIFFE.

❝ 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠? 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑚. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 LAXUS DREYAR.

❝ 𝑖’𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 ACNOLOGIA.

❝ 𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 MYSTOGAN.

❝ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟… 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 JELLAL FERNANDES.

❝ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 ERZA SCARLET.

❝ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠. 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝐼’𝑚 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 LUCY HEARTFILIA.

❝ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑦 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒! 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠! ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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‧₊˚✩彡 MIRAJANE STRAUSS.

❝ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑. ❞

#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 #𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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Beta Tester

An MK1 Scorpion Smut imagine fanfiction

Note: if you wanna cut the story plot and get straight to the filth, scroll until you see the animated gif. Other info/notes in the tags.

Imagine you and a friend spot a man with a scorpion tattoo at a party once. Later on in a living room somewhere you find yourselves both talking about how hot he is, and gossiping about him and his overly generous, sweet wife, Harumi. Some months later you see your friend at a party flirting with some other unremarkable new guy when you notice your friend has some weird burn marks on their arm.

[Explicit/spicy below the cut 🔞]

As you ask about it, your friend just covers the burn and avoids the topic, preferring to talk about the flirty new guy. You assume the burn mark was from a hot stove, only to realize that it's actually a rope burn from some kink play gone wrong.

You need details, but worry that if you say anything right now you might scare away the uninspiring new guy. After all, the new guy just met your friend tonight and could not possibly have been responsible for the burn. The two leave the party together before you can ask.

Harumi introduced herself to you not long after they left. She has a gift for your absent friend. You say you'll see your friend tomorrow and can deliver the gift. Harumi leaves it with you in a small gift bag. The following day, your friend can't stop talking all about the new guy and the night they shared.

Your friend seems awkward opening the gift from Harumi only to find bandages and silver sulfadine cream - a type of wound care for open burn blisters. When you ask what's up, your friend confesses that not only have they been regularly fulfilling the hot husband's kink fantasies, but that Harumi herself sanctioned your friend's involvement with her man.

You shamelessly ask your friend to tell you everything.

As it turns out, Harumi wants nothing more than to be his little rope bunny, but they have very specific rules in their culture and in their prenuptial agreement; He cannot leave marks on her, ever.

Privately, the pair practices and workshops their rougher ideas on willing third parties. Your friend is one of those parties, and has the burns and bruises to show for it.

"This one is from a knot in the rope. I landed on the knot wrong when we took me down. We'd been playing with suspension. These little ones are from a melted candle. That one is where the rope was too loose and slipped and caused a burn. I didn't even notice it was burning at the time..."

"How did you not notice?!" you ask.

"He was eating me at that moment. He wanted me to squirm. He got what he wanted."

"Um... does everyone get what they want in that arrangement?"

"Well, Harumi wants him violently, so in her case no, she does not get what she's wanting. But god it's so good when he gets going. I hope she gets what she wants from him someday. She seems to enjoy living vicariously through me. She'll request that he take me rough and work off his energy on me before going back to her to do gentler stuff afterwards. I've heard her whimpering; by the time he's done with me, she's ready to burst."

"I gotta ask... has your new guy asked about the marks?"

"We haven't talked about it yet, but I suspect if I'm going to keep him, I have to call the whole thing off with Harumi and her husband."

"Just to be clear, we're talking about that guy with the scorpion tattoo, right?"

"Yeah that's her husband."

"That guy is hot as fire, what's his name? You kept calling him Harumi's husband?" you ask.

"At the risk of sounding even sluttier than I already sound, admittedly I actually don't know his real name. And I feel kinda weird just calling him Scorpion but... even Harumi calls him that when I'm around."

"Wow."

"Yeah yeah I know. I think he's some kind of street performer or magician, he does neat tricks with fire sometimes. It makes sense that he has a stage name if he's doing magic or whatever. But like... I'm not calling him that unless I have to see him. And the next time I see them is... oh shit. I'm supposed to go over to their place tonight..."

"You going?"

"I should call it off. I don't want to potentially ruin things with my new man. But oh god, if he doesn't work out then I don't want to lose my place with them. Let's face it, I'm not the only 'beta tester' that they employ; someone will take my place if I drop out, and I won't forgive myself if I get dumped and then also can't get my spot back."

"I wish I could take your spot for you, cuz like... damn. I'll call him Scorpion if it means he breaks me off."

"Actually... maybe you could fill in for me tonight?"

Imagine showing up to their door unnanounced, a white knuckle grip on the gift bag Harumi had left you as you practice the lie over and over in your head. He opens the door.

Confusion knits his brow as he waits for you to explain your presence. You ask for Harumi. He calls for her. She joins him in the doorway, and you reach out, offering the bag to her. You tell her that your friend is sick today and didn't want visitors; you thought the responsible thing would be to return the gift to Harumi. She makes a disappointed groan and says she really hated to hear that they're ill, adding how much she 'needed' to see them tonight.

Imagine taking a deep breath, and offering to help, just like you rehearsed with your friend. "I'm happy to help you with whatever work they were going to do for you tonight," you say from a script your friend made you rehearse.

The pair exchange glances and then look back to you.

"What kind of work do you do," he asks.

His eyes dart over your body in one quick, cautious overlook. He stops as soon as he starts; he sensed that his look caused you some tension.

"It's um, secure work, with a lot of lifting, uhm, yeah, I can at least help out with the lifting, if you wanna show me the ropes?"

You tell yourself that the word 'um' was not a part of your script. But upon hearing the keyords, secure, lifting, ropes, the couple's demeanor relaxes. He arches a questioning eyebrow at his wife. Harumi has a pleasant glitter in her eyes that speaks to her approval. They both nod slightly in unison and invite you inside. He's suppressing a smile as he looks you over again, with intent this time. He knows that you know what you're getting into, and is no longer as concerned about causing you tension.

"Make yourself at home. Bathrooms are on the left, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. We do the work in the weight room, which is down that hall. Do you need anything to get started?" Harumi asks.

"Just... one thing. Between us?"

Harumi looks to her husband. He nods and walks away, in the direction of the weight room.

"I just wanted to check if um, if you're really okay with this stuff? I don't wanna do anything with him without your approval," you say as another line you rehearsed.

"Of course! I'm happy to have someone helping take care of Scorpion's needs!"

Imagine thinking wow, your friend wasn't wrong; that name does sound weird.

You can't help but ask if that's his real name.

"It is, to you," he interrupts.

You look up to see him standing at the end of the hall. He makes a 'come here' motion with his finger. Harumi places her hand on your shoulder and gives you a gentle, affirming push his direction.

"You'd better go," she muses, "lest he come get you and drag you over there."

You know now for certain that she's agreed to loan her man out to you, and you also see that he's eager.

Inside the weight room, the floor is covered with foam mats and one wall is nothing but shelves of equipment for rope dart sports. A collection of shéng biāo are coiled and organized from beginner to advanced. The bright red, soft and silky ropes stand out as odd. Imagine following him inside this room only to find lit candles and incense at a small dragon-shaped altar in the room. A stand near the altar holds an assortment of more sensual things, including red silks, lubricants, condoms, dragon-etched ornamental glass pillar candles, and an unopened pack of that silver sulfadine next to a very visible first aid kit. He picks over the red ropes, spinning one in his hand to test for it's weight. Harumi enters with a woven basket full of red fabric, smelling of lavender and pumpkin spice.

"Use these," she says, "I tried a new fabric softener on them. They're fresh from the dryer."

He lets one slip between his fingers.

"Ooh," he exclaims, "they're still warm. And they're very soft. Thank you."

Harumi closes the door as she leaves, winking at you to bid you to have fun. The door latch clicks. Scorpion's eyebrow is raised when he turns back to stare at you.

"So you," he starts, "Why did you come tonight? What are you looking forward to the most, what excites you?"

You realize you stammered without answering as your brain practically buffered. He had a smile in his eyes as he shamelessly checked you out. The smile spread to his lips as he unwound his top from around his torso.

"It's cute that you're stammering. I'm going to miss it. Most people stop stammering after you break through the touch barrier. We haven't touched yet, have we? There's still an awkwardness that I don't think would be there had we broken the touch barrier."

Now stripped to the waist, he picked up and fondled a length of the soft red rope. He sees the way you look at his body and invites you to him with a gesture.

"Would you like to touch?" he asks.

You inch forward and reach out towards his chest. You couldn't be more tense if you were on the brink of toppling a Jenga tower. You take the rope, and let your knuckles brush his skin as you rub your thumb over the silky smooth warm fiber of the rope.

"I meant would you like to touch me," he said.

He smirks, but remains still, his eyes locked on yours as you force yourself to concentrate on the rope. You let the rope fall from your hand and touch his chest with your fingertips.

The pad of his thumb gently grazes the length of your finger. He presses into your touch, gently runs one finger through the hair over your eye and past your ear. His voice is warm when he says "I like that."

His fingers trace down your neck and he says "It feels good. I want to show you how it feels. May I feel?"

When you nod, he reaches under your clothes to fondle the skin near your nipple. He finds your nipple with his fingertips and traces spirals over it with a feather light touch.

"Let's try that question again. What are you looking forward to, right now, in this very moment?" he asks.

Your mind immediately jumps to sex. You have a vision of you both naked, you helpless in his arms while impaled mercilessly on his cock. Your eyes dart to his pants involuntarily. You shut them, but he already saw where they strayed. He gestured towards his erection.

"Would you like to see it?" he offered.

An easy enough question to answer with a nod.

"Do you want me to take it out, or would you prefer to do it?"

"I'll do it," you say.

Imagine unwrapping his package like a present. You can feel his gift through the wrapping. You might try to guess things about this gift before you reveal it. When you do expose it, it feels warm to the touch, feverish and firm. It has heft, but stands on its own despite its weight.

"What do you want to do with it?" He asks.

"Oh, uh, lots of things... what do you want to do with it?"

He holds up the length of red rope suggestively.

"I wanted to tie you up and sling you from the ceiling, so that when I fucked you with it you swing back and forth on it in the air," he said.

"Oh," you said.

Fire, Oh my fucking god, fire said your body.

Then he leaned in close to your ear.

"What can I do for you to get you to do that for me?" he murmured.

"Nothi- I mean, it sounds fun... just get me off?" you asked.

"With pleasure," he said.

He tugged at the fabric of your clothes and asked if you prefer to undress yourself or if you want him to do it. Either way the clothes come off in a blur and he presses the warm soft rope against your skin, rapidly cocooning your form in a macrame sling custom to your body.

Imagine the softest, silkiest ropes whipping around some parts of your body several times as he worked you into a makeshift rope harness. The ropes are warm against the skin; straight from the dryer, they retain heat for a while. His hands brush against you as he works the ropes over your entire body. When he reaches between your legs to wind the ropes through, he grazes the skin of your inner thigh with the back of his knuckles. He pets parts of you as he works, enjoying the feel of your body, knowing you enjoy the feel of his warm hands on your skin. Soon you look like you've been woven into a fancy net. He slings the ropes expertly through the hooks of a pulley above. One last knot and he's hoisting you into the air and asking you if you're comfortable.

"Does it dig into the skin at any point," he asks.

Imagine the rope swing feeling surprisingly comfortable. Imagine it like a recliner you can lean back in, but which forces your legs up and apart. You can barely move, but find you can rock yourself just slightly.

Imagine him running his fingertips over your skin, stopping to pay attention to the areas that make you shudder, all while commanding you to tell him how you get yourself off when you're alone. He asks what you fantasize about happening when you're alone with yourself.

If he finds out that you're rough with yourself when you're alone, imagine the glint in his eye when he shows you a rubber version of the metal dart at the end of a red silky rope. These rubber darts are made for practice.

He says It stings when it hits. It is designed for training rope dart techniques, designed to minimize injury and damage. He says a good design will still inflict enough pain that one is forced to learn from their mistakes, lest they repeat them with a metal dart and potentially do real harm. If he thinks you're interested in the stinging sensation, he offers to test it on you.

He has a habit of running his a thumb along his "beta testers" genitals, asking them to reveal their most sensitive spot. He says he likes to play a game where he throws the rope dart around their bodies - the dart wraps their thigh or their belly several times, squeezing it tight, and continues to wrap rapidly until the rubber tip slaps the targeted spot.

The cringe from that sting is the best way he knows for checking whether the rope sling is tied well enough. Regardless of whether or not the sting was too much, he'll croon apologies and go down on that spot, kissing and sucking and sometimes gagging on it until he's verbally forgiven for stinging his helpless lovers.

"Can I get the oral sex without the sting?" You might ask.

He won't answer in words, just in an arched eyebrow and a smirk right before he goes down without further announcement.

He needs to see you cringe and squirm in the net he wove you into, and he won't stop pleasuring you until your body has locked up in involuntary spasms at least once.

Another of his favorite tests is the act of bouncing you on his hand while you're suspended. He uses the same circular motion as when he's spinning his ropes, only his middle and ring fingers are up, inside you, working your inner spot. The motion causes the whole sling to rock and drives his fingers deeper inside with gravity. He really only uses it as a preview to the motion you'll feel when he fucks you senseless in your sex swing.

The pillar candles aren't just pretty. They're full of wax. It might be massage wax or candle wax, but either way he shows you a magic trick...

First, the condom. It's on him. It glistens. He made certain you're dripping wet before he put it on. But now, a magic trick. He holds the long glass tube of the pillar candle, close to the base. He looks into your eyes and tells you he's going to melt all of the wax in the candle and pour it out onto you. You see the whitish wax in the jar turn clear at the places where his fingertips touch. The dragons etched into the glass begin to burn as if coated with lighter fluid. The wax turns clear underneath the dragon pattern. Soon the entire candle is no longer a white solid, but a clear, hot liquid, sloshing around in the glass as he gently shakes it in suggestive circles. You feel the circles mirrored between your legs as he grinds his cock against you.

He knows you want it inside. He wants you to plead and negotiate with him for it. You can have all his cock if you forgive him for stinging you... if you can accept that he likes to sting you, and understand that he gets off on it when he makes you feel stung. He'll ask if he can burn and sting you with the hot wax, and if you'll forgive him for causing you pain, ask if he can fuck the hell out of you, hard.

This is what you came for after all.

The liquid is hot as a motherfucker as he drizzles it over your body, leaving patterns of clear liquid that rapidly cool to white across the red ropes and reddening skin beneath the scalding wax. Thrashing against the pain, the ropes hold you in place. It is the wincing on your face that provides him his cue to give you what you came for; you've done your worst to his ropes and haven't freed yourself yet. Confident that his ropework is sturdy enough to continue, sturdy enough to let loose and fuck your brains out without worry, he pushes you back and lets his cock fall between your legs. He wastes no more time, sinking his cock as deep into you as he can get on the first thrust, trusting that gravity will sling you back on it harder as he rocks you back and forth on his cock suspended in midair.

He dumps the last of the wax and slings the empty pillar jar to the side. Clear wax dribbles down your hips and thighs and congeals there in white rivulets. He gets some on him as well, but it's strange - on him, the mess stays clear. If he presses his hot skin against you and comes back with white fragments of cooled wax, they fade from solid white to liquid clear against his body. The wax is all over his belly below the naval, and each rough slap of his body against yours just splatters more wax against the deep cut V of his hips. It looks less like wax, and more like someone with clear cum has ejaculated against him multiple times. Therefore it looks like a prophecy that you're currently in the throws of fulfilling.

Whether he takes you rough and flicks you with the sting of this practice dart, or takes you firm but gentle and massages your sore spot from the outside while railing against the best spot from within, he won't stop until you're howling in pleasure and bursting against him.

He'll lower your limp, spent body to the sweaty gymnastic mat below, untie you as you catch your breath, and inspect every inch of your body for marks as he rub a coolant over your burns. One free hand goes to the back of your neck to support you as he lowers you. Imagine the fingertips, still hot as a coffee mug from his grip on the burning glass candle, digging into the muscles at the scruff of your neck. Once he has tended any minor injuries with cooling gel or other first aid, he'll wrap you in something soft and warm straight from the dryer and carry you to the bathroom where Harumi already ran a perfect luxurious bath for you, flower petals and all. Once the pair establishes that you escaped the stinging play without a scratch this time, they leave you to your bath.

That is to say Harumi is pulling at him playfully and as long as you're satisfied, he lets her drag him to bed. All throughout your bath you hear their sighs and moans. You realize that if you like, you can play along in their audio drama; or, you can stay silent, soak it all up and relax.

[The end for now]

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extrajigs · 7 days

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i feel like the Most styraphant claps would sound like a big meaty shlap noise as they smack the entire length of their face tentacles together at once. also are said tentacles slimy? smooth? leathery?

Lmao this is my fav response to them so far! Def the slap heard round the world. The tentacles are smooth like skin on the outside. On the inside they are a little squishier and typically moist, drier in the first half and slimier the closer to the mouth. They can salivate down the entire length of the tentacles but that's not the standard condition, more akin to a runny nose. Kids probably smearing spit on everything tho.

#great ask #i imagine a full force shlap would sting a bit tho

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watertribe-enya · 1 year

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You know what I would have really appreciated in the conversation between Luz and the Titan? The Titan admitting that he did give Philip his three glyphs....out of pity.

Like the Collector just pointed out that the Titan only shares this knowledge with people he likes, and Luz beat herself up for so long for giving Philip the last of the glyphs, so why not ease her mind and connect Luz to the Titan by him pointing out that he made the same “mistake” as her. He saw a lost, scared teenager(?) in a strange land and didn’t want him to perish there. Only that, unlike Luz who was eager to learn, Philip didn’t want to understand and deepen his bond with the isles and had to be on the brink of death to even notice the glyphs (that’s why it took him so long to assemble them). And it wasn’t their fault that he misused their kind gifts afterwards

Also imagine:

Philip: Why is this evil world so eager to kill me? Why will no one help me in my time of need?

The Titan holding a neon sign pointing at a helpful glyph: Why you little...it’s right next to you!!!

#the owl house #toh #watching and dreaming #toh watching and dreaming #luz noceda #philip wittebane #emperor belos #toh season 3 #toh the titan #the owl house season 3 #that's my personal headcanon anyway #imagine the titan getting increasingly frustrated at philip being an absolute blockhead #Titan 'I'm trying to save your life!!!!'#Philip:screaming crying throwing up #that was before he went full blown evil #and was mostly hostile and disgruntled #and scared like really really scared #like helping a wasp out of the water and it stings you

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leahsflwer · 13 days

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Poor Samuel 😭🥹 at least he’s vibing 🤙🏻🤪

#darby allin #samuel ratsch #aew #angst #imagine #preferences #imagines #aew collision #aew rampage #aew liveblog #aew dynamite #aew wrestling #sting

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In the heart of the lush rainforests of Sumeru, where the verdant canopy kissed the heavens, there existed a hidden sanctuary of botanical wonders. Tighnari found solace among the towering trees and elusive flora of his homeland. But amidst the emerald depths, his heart found its true sanctuary in the form of his beloved, whose name was whispered by the wind and carried through the rustling leaves.

One breezy evening, beneath the embrace of the celestial canopy, Tighnari embarked on a journey with you to unveil the mysteries of Sumeru's flora. Hand in hand, you ventured into the heart of the rainforest, where the air was heavy with the scent of earth and the chorus of creatures filled the night.

Your first encounter was with the ethereal Rukkashava mushrooms, which adorned the ancient trees like celestial ornaments. "Behold," Tighnari whispered with reverence, "the holy crystallization of Rukkhadevata's legacy." With gentle hands, he guided you closer, explaining how these fungi grew in layers upon layers, resembling a sea of clouds suspended in the embrace of the forest giants. Together, you marveled at the intricate patterns and delicate hues, feeling the pulse of life that thrived within each layer

As you ventured further into the depths of the rainforest, you came upon a group of kalpalata lotuses, clinging to the sheer cliffsides with graceful tenacity. "Though it shares the name with the lotus, their essence is entirely their own," Tighnari murmured, his voice carrying the reverence of a devotee. With tender care, and careful as to not fall, he plucked a blossom from the vine, its petals unfurling like the wings of a butterfly. You admired the intricate beauty of the flower, its vibrant colors contrasting against the rugged backdrop of the cliff.

The wind led you to the forest wetlands, where the nocturnal blooms of the nilotpala lotuses awaited your discovery. Under the shimmering moonlight, the flowers illuminated the darkness with a celestial glow, casting an otherworldly aura upon the tranquil waters. "See how they bloom only under the cover of night, their petals as bright as the moon itself," Tighnari whispered, his gaze alight with glee. Hand in hand, you waded through the moonlit waters, enraptured by the beauty that surrounded you.

Though, you noticed, Tighnari was staring at you.

-🍯

AGHFDGKJGKLDFJLKFDLJFSKDJFSKDSF LDLKSDJLKFSDLKJFKLSJDDSKLF I LOVE TIGHNARI I LOVE THIS GUYYYYYYYYY he's so infodump about you at you ! guy

#june's asks #anonymous input #🍯's input #tighnari x reader #tighnari imagine #genshin x reader #this is so cool thank you !!!!!!!!!!#i'm halfway through finals and moving rn and i realized imma be way too burned out to work on the art idea once everything calms down #but this ....#i feel kinda awful because if you're a mutual i don't recognize your writing style specifically #i want to know who you are so that i can read more of your writing though.... even if i have already read it #sigh. the sting of mystery

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Hey👋. I know it’s have been a short time since my last request. Life has been a little tough for me lately but I’ve returned.

So I was thinking of some platonic AEW wrestlers helping the fem!reader ( a young fan maybe like 16-18 even 19 possibly) with a panic attack (claustrophobia) at a meet and greet.

The wrestler(s) could be either;

a commonly loved character that is a softie with fans( The Bucks, Cody, Jeff Hardy, Skye Blue, Danhansen)

a rougher wrestler that stays in character with fans but once sees the reader, they break( MJF, Mox, Eddie Kington)

the wrestlers that are on the younger(ish)side( Top flight, HOOK, Isaiah Kassidy)

or the older wrestlers( Chris Jericho, Billy Gunn, Sting, Taz)

Sincerely, sorry for such a long request

Ps. I love how you wrote my requests. Much Love🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi sweetheart, I hope everything is going better for you. (and don't you dare apologize for your ideas)

AEW Stars React To You: Having a Panic Attack

Pairings: Jeff Hardy X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Hook X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Dante Martin X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Darius Martin X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Sting X Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: mentions of claustrophobia, mentions of panic attacks, slightly proofread

Supreme Speaks: Thank you to @hookerforhook for requesting and again I hope life is treating you much better as you deserve the best things. As always, my inbox and requests is open for everyone. If anyone needs to talk or just need someone to listen, my dms are open. P.S you are loved and greatly appreciated.

Word Count: 952

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory:

You were waiting in line to meet your favorite wrestler, as everyone was. But it was really special for you as it was your first time going to a live wrestling event. AEW was hosting a meet and greet before Dynamite and you were fortunate that it was in your town and you saved enough money to go.

This wrestler meant a lot to you; they helped you during a rough time, motivated you, and inspired you to do better in your life every day.

While waiting you’re waiting in line, you started to get sweaty palms and immediately started to guard yourself; you’re breath started to stagger and you started to hyperventilate.

Most people would think it’s because you’re really excited. But it was because you were claustrophobic, you couldn’t stand crowds, and you actually hated and dreaded them.

People started pushing you around, meshing you against other people in line. Soon, it began to feel like walls were being built around you and they were cutting off your oxygen.

As you were hyperventilating, your chest started to swell with tightness as you began to shake. But soon…a figure, that you thought you would never meet, saved you…

The commonly loved character that is a softie with fans…Jeff Hardy:

This man would jump into action and ask the crowd to give you some space

Would immediately give you space while also checking on you

“Darling, are you okay?” (MY MAN WITH THE CAROLINIAN ACCENT)

Would give you water and wait until you stated your name before getting close to you

You were able to skip the line as Jeff really wanted to make sure you were okay

Wants to distract you so he’s rambling about anything and everything

“When I’m up on the top rope, it feels like I’m so free and gone with the wind”

Will constantly ask if you’re feeling alright

After you’re okay, you talk to him about how he’s impacted your life as he signs your picture

He smiles at you and takes a picture with you

Afterward, he would give you a backstage pass, so you have all the space you need to watch the show

The rougher wrestler that stays in character with fans but once sees the reader, they break…Eddie Kingston:

It has been said by Eddie himself that he suffers from panic attacks so I think he would take your situation very seriously

Would immediately yell at the line to disperse as you fell to the ground, going straight into an attack

He would jump down and use some methods that helped him through panic attacks

This would include naming 5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch, etc.

Will be completely transparent with you as he is with everyone “You’re okay. Everything is okay. Those idiots don’t understand personal space.”

Will have a heart-to-heart with you about panic attacks (I feel like ya’ll will get so into the conversation that it would feel like y’all just knew each other for years)

“What medicine do you take?….Oh, that doesn’t work for shit…I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ME!”

Like Jeff, Eddie will distract you with stories about who he has beef with (also to let out his frustrations)

His heart would grow after hearing how much of an impact he has made on your life

Eddie would definitely have a conversation with whoever didn’t monitor the capacity

The wrestlers that are on the younger(ish)side…Hook, Dante and Darius Martin (3/4ths of The Lads):

Okay, I hope this doesn’t sound bad but I feel like they would freak out first…well at least

But only because they wouldn’t know how how to help

Hook would be kind of frozen to help at first

All of them would ask you yes or no questions to try not to overwhelm you

They would quickly give you water and instruct you to take deep breaths

Darius: You’re doing great

Dante: Do you need more water?

Hook: Here's more chips. hands you a whole unopened bag

Top Flight would try to distract you with music, giving you recommendations

Wants you to stay near their table so they check on you throughout the invite

“We are friends now”

(Call me trying to give you a Y/N moment) But I really do feel like they would become genuine friends with you

I also think they would look up more resources on how to help you and others who might have panic attacks

The veteran wrestler…Sting (his might be short, sorry):

Sting is an understanding and supportive grandpa and I refuse to elaborate

Anyways, would definitely pull you to a corner (to give you space) and shut down his booth for a little bit

I feel like he would use the RAIN method to help you calm down and have you take deep breaths

“It’s okay kid. It happens to most of us.”

After you’re feeling better, he would take pictures with you, give you a long letter of encouraging words

I feel like even after you leave the booth, he would still check up on you and keep an eye on you

Like Jeff, he would also give you a backstage path

Would definitely post something on Twitter about giving people a respectable amount of space and not shoving when at meet and greets

You would forever live in his mind and he would constantly hope that you’re safe

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #jeff hardy #jeff hardy imagine #eddie kingston #aew hook imagine #eddie kingston imagine #sting aew #aew hook #top flight #darius martin x reader #dante martin imagine #darius martin imagine #aew hook x reader #eddie kingston x reader #aew reactions

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