i want a toy of him

Hey Soldier (Bucky x Reader Smut)

You stood by the bar and ordered a cocktail, you gained confidence and self esteem when containing alcohol. Tony didn’t help much when he found this out either. Nearly made you an alcoholic. “You’re drinking mild tonight.” Speak of the devil. “Yes, Tony. I will never drink with you again. I swear I thought I had to go to the ER at one point.” You explained to him. “Wasn’t planning on it. I heard that you are looking for a boy toy tonight.” Tony smirked at you. “Not with you, Anthony. I would like to be remembered the next morning.” You told him. “I know. People gossip that you’re looking at a metal arm for those wantings.” Tony answered. “By people you mean Wanda and Natasha?” He cleared his throat and nodded. You nodded and finished you drink and the next one before You walked over to Bucky.

“Hey soldier,” You touched his flesh shoulder and smiled. “Hi, Y/n.” He mentioned after looking at you. “How about you teach me how to swing dance?” You smirked. “I don’t know, doll. Once you start it’s hard to stop.“ Your heart jumped and leaped, he never called you doll before. “I’m sure. I would like to try, especially with you.” You winked and he grabbed your hand, taking you to the dance floor.

Steve smiled at the two of you. He never seen Bucky so close to the 1940s Bucky until now. His smile was as brightest since then too. “What do you think of that? Y/n and Bucky?” Natasha asked Steve. “It’s good for him.” Steve replied and Natasha smirked at you two.

Time was mixed together. One moment you were dancing with Bucky. Next, you were on Bucky’s bed with him on top of you, kissing you aggressively. Both of your clothes scattered across the room. “Bucky, shit, solider! Touch me! Anywhere please!” You begged in a moan. Bucky drew his lips down to your breasts, giving attention to each of them with one hand and his lips. Bucky’s metal hand made its way to your pussy, sticking a finger inside of you. “Ooh, yes, hmm!” You grunted and gripped onto his back. Bucky’s eyes looked up to you and brought his head down to where his metal hand was. You wriggled under him. Bucky licked your wetness and sucked on your clit. You gripped his hair tightly. His tongue wasn’t going to show any mercy.

He looked up to you and removed his tongue and smirked when you whined. Bucky kissed your lips and you felt his cock go inside you. “Bucky, shit! You’re so big! FUCK!” You exclaimed and lifted your hips to meet his. You gripped his back as he started to go rougher. Bucky dipped his head down and gave attention to your chest. You moaned at no hesitation. His thrusts became faster. “Oh, yes, Bucky! Keep doing that!” You moaned. Bucky grabbed and raised your hips and continued his rough thrusting. “Call me soldier again.” Bucky grunted to you before kissing your neck. “Hmm, soldier, go deeper. That’s a direct order.” You told him. Bucky pounded into you, and the bed began squeak. “Oh! Yeah, soldier! I’m going to cum! I’m going cum!” You announced. “Shit! Hit that spot again, soldier!“ Oh he definitely did. Five times. “I’M CUMMING!” You gasped in a yelled and arched your chest into his. Bucky was quick to follow and came inside of the condom he had on.

He laid beside you and panted. He then brought you close to him, making you the small spoon. You kissed his cheek, “Wonderful job, soldier. You went beyond the call of duty.” You whispered.

anonymous asked:

heylo I'm looking for a fic where Phil had like bought Dan and there was a hell of a lot of kinks in it and punishments like he had to dress up as a pet and sit out in the rain at some point or like Phil locked him in a cold room and made him cum like 8 times idk plz help

Take Me Over (ao3) - (tw) Dan lives in a world where dominates rule and submissives are their “toys.” This doesn’t always include sex, but it most certainly can. Dan has never wanted to be someone’s sex toy, and he really didn’t once he met Phil Lester, but when Phil makes him do things Dan never even dreamed about, he becomes conflicted and isn’t quite sure what he wants out of life. Not until he spends a week with Phil, learning new things and discoverings new kinks. He lets Phil take him over, and it’s all he’s ever wanted.

Triggers for noncon, rape, genital torture, kidnapping, conditioning

- Eliza

The Making of Godzilla - Crollalanza - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: The Making of Godzilla
Ship: IwaOi
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru
Tags: Fluff, Childhood, Silliness
A/N: For @amalasdraws  - I was the anon who said I wanted to write you something, and then we had that silly conversation about Iwaizumi’s Godzilla toy, so …


The Build-A-Bear Workshop party was probably the dumbest place Hajime had ever been. He was only there because Tooru had told him there were stag-beetle toys. Which there weren’t. And he doesn’t want a bear. Or an alien. Or anything else Tooru suggests.

Until Tooru finds Godzilla, that is.

Girls’ parties are dumb!

When he’d received the invitation to Ito Aimi’s party, Hajime didn’t know why he’d been invited. It wasn’t like he spoke to any of the girls in his class unless he was forced onto their table and had to ask for the green crayon, or something. Girls laughed at his dirty knees, or the fact his hair would never lie flat. And they laughed even more when he scowled, or when the sensei told him to smile.

He didn’t want to smile. Why would he smile after the sensei had deliberately moved him to a bigger table when he’d been perfectly happy in the corner?

The invitation had been placed in his book bag  by the sensei, and before he could throw it away, his mom had fished it out and was happily agreeing that he could go, and offering to share lifts with another mom.

The only thing that made it remotely bearable was that the other mom was Tooru-chan’s mom, which meant Tooru would be going.

And that was probably why he’d been asked because Tooru was popular in the class, but didn’t go to every party, especially if they were indoors.

“It’s at ‘Build-A-Bear Workshop’,” Hajime groaned, and mimed being sick. “Why do you want to go there? We’ll be given some horrible Kitty-chan, or pink bear to make.” He scowled.

Tooru grinned, pulling Hajime away from their moms, to whisper. “They don’t just have bears, Iwa-chan. I went past the other week and there were lots of things like … um … spiders and bugs.”

“Really?” The scowl left his face. He wondered what a spider would be like, stuffing each leg, and then maybe, maybe, maybe he could get four pairs of shoes for it. That would be cool.

“And I thought I saw one of those beetle things you like,” Tooru said, and ran his fingers through his hair.

(It was the early days of their friendship, and Hajime hadn’t yet decoded Tooru’s tells. Playing with his hair, he learned later on, meant he wasn’t quite telling the truth.)

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“Get out.” Oleander said, an undertone of malice in his voice. “I don’t want you anywhere near me anymore, and especially not that thing inside you.”

“It’s your child, I haven’t been with anyone else for 7 years!” I protested. “I can’t be homeless with a baby!

“And I can’t maintain my reputation with a girl I was keeping around as a fuck toy getting knocked up, either. It’s one or the other, and you’re disposable.” Oleander sneered.

What? “Fuck toy”? Surely this wasn’t true, he had been so sweet to me before…why now? Why was it that he started acting so cruel once I told him I was pregnant?

“I’m not disposable, and neither is our child! You’ve been so kind to me, why did you just start acting like a berryhole all of a sudden?!” I yelled.

“Because that was an act! You’re gullible, just like any other girl I’ve kept here in the past! It’s what I do, once I get bored with a girl, I throw her out and get a new one!” Oleander rebutted.

No…this couldn’t be true. It can’t be. He was only keeping me around because he wanted to sleep with me? How…how could I have fallen for this? Oleander grabbed me by the collar of my sweater and forced me out the front door, slamming it in my face. 

Great, now I have nowhere to stay, and the 30 thousand I got from him couldn’t possibly buy me a house.

anonymous asked:

Ryan spanking Brendon with a hairbrush until he's red and sore and then Ryan drags the other, bristly end of the hairbrush down Brendon's already raw ass, making him cry out, before actually fucking him.

Oh my god I love when things that aren’t traditionally sex toys are used as sex toys ((as long as it’s safe!!)) and Brendon is getting punished for something he’s done to disobey Ryan and the hairbrush is reserved specially for punishments, if Brendon wanted something similar when he’s not getting punished Ryan would use a proper paddle, so it’s a bit of a degradation thing too and Brendon is so hard from it, and it takes longer to really beat his ass with it because it’s not made for sex but it still does the job and he’s crying by the time it’s red enough for Ryan’s pleasing and Ryan rubs the bristles across his skin and Brendon just sobs and ruts into the sheets beneath him because the skin almost broke from it

it’s so interesting to see how dogs apply what we’ve taught them. when i first taught mulder to roll over it became his go-to move when we played tug, he’d alligator roll the toy out of my hands. teaching him to pivot has helped him evade gaea when she tries to take stuff from him, he’s able to whip his body around more efficiently and dodge her. he uses “under” when he wants to see something i’m blocking him from, or just a way to snuggle up to guests without jumping. almost everything we teach dogs can be used in play or work, it’s all little bits of body awareness. there’s no such thing as useless tricks and i love it

Heckin’ AHAHAHA. I am full of trIUMPHANT CACKLES.

This little baby bunny this morning will not go away. Previously, when we couldn’t get Gunner’s attention or get him to calm down, we’d just go outside and chase the bun away. This is really not ideal, obviously, so I’m not doing that now.

I followed what I did last night with the squeaky toy and the bone. It was a little less effective, but still worked. However, in the time that I spent with him in the crate, the bun still did not choose to leave. He wants to munch our grass right in front of this window, the poor clueless little dear.

So on the third or fourth time of Gunner exploding, I just shoved a spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth as per @quichehound‘s suggestion to keep some on the bookshelf. fricken bless and thank

That worked right quick. Bun still has not left. Now I’m giving him a lick or two of peanut butter every time he re-realizes the bun is still there. If it’s not moving, I think it’s hard for him to see the bun.

With a spoonful of peanut butter in his face in this situation, he’s able to stop borkin’ and sit, so when he’s calm/his attention has redirected, he gets some. Also trying here and there to call his name. He is going to be exhausted today just from this.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Six

-A woman’s total came out to $6.32. She handed me $5.07 and waited patiently for her change. I let her know that there was $1.25 left, to which she let me know that this was the correct amount for her to receive back. Upon getting my point across, she handed me $1.00 more. Hesitantly, I pointed out the discrepancy, at which point she took the balance out of my hand and passed me a crisp ten.

-A bouncing baby with, what I suspected to be, a full diaper, showed me his talent of fitting his entire fist inside his mouth. Already, he has accomplished more in life than I could ever dream of achieving.

-When asked how she was today, a woman replied with only silence and a single thumb raised to the sky. This fleeting moment spoke volumes more than any mere words could.

-In one of the most tragic moments I have yet to witness, a jar of salsa slid out of a man’s cart and shattered into thousands of spicy shards, spraying all over his sandal-clad feet. This was not a tragedy for his loss of mild picante pleasure, nor did the sadness lie in the hot mess left for me to clean. The deeply troubling nature of the situation stemmed entirely from the squelches that accompanied each of his steps after.

-A man asked me not to bag any of his items, as he had, instead, brought along with him a large bucket.

-A five year-old girl approached my register, got up on her toes to rest her arm along the bar, and, holding up five of her little fingers, ordered as many stickers, to go. With a flick of my wrist and a wink of my eye, I served up this order, receiving only a blank expression in return. True artistes are never appreciated in their time, but I will never give up the Craft of Flair.

-I handed a child a sticker. His mother prompted him to thank me. When he did not, his mother revoked his sticker privilege and insisted that he say his thanks. Instead, he turned to me, looked directly into my eyes, and said, “Voodoo.” I deeply wish she had just let him keep the sticker. Another curse is the last thing I need right now.

-I saw a man in his eighties walk into the airlock at the store’s entrance, perch himself upon a motorized cart, and drift swiftly to sleep. I want this man to take me under his wing and teach me, as I could never achieve such sound slumber so speedily in such a trafficked place, but I know that I can never ask him as much. That would involve waking him up, and that simply will not do.

-I watched a young boy walk up to my lane, brandishing a pixelated sword from Minecraft and a Peter Quill mask from Guardians of the Galaxy. He asked me if I could ring up his aforementioned “Star Wars toys”, and after a brief pause, if I had heard of that new movie about the galaxy guards. When I told him that I had, he informed me that he was, in fact, the guy from that. Naturally, I was starstruck and asked him for more details. This rare celeb sighting was sadly cut short, as Star-Lord’s dad leaned over my counter, stole my hand sanitizer, and demanded to know what exactly was with these credit card chips he kept hearing about everywhere.

-A newborn child, scarcely two months-old, rolled through my lane and, in the moments that followed, changed my life. I smiled. She giggled. I waved my hand. She waved her foot. I stuck my tongue out. She waved both her feet. This is now, and will forever be, our secret handshake.

If your animal hurts you, take a step back and ask yourself why

This morning I am typing this with my ring finger, as my middle and thumb are pressing gauze to my index. Please excuse the typos.

I have been blessed with either docile animals and animals that love me dearly. I know I have. And when people at work ask me about hamsters in particular, I tell them I’ve been extremely lucky to never have been bitten.

This morning Bernie decided to tell me that he thinks his cage is more of an apartment and he would like a spacious house more. I knew that day would come - he is a Syrian after all, and very few cages really exist for them - but I was hoping it would take more than two days. I bought the biggest cage that could house him but he is not a fan. He has experienced life outside out of the box he was in at work and goddamn he is gonna enjoy it.

The only cages big enough are only available online where I live and take one to two months to ship. I told Bernie this, but of course being a hamster, he didn’t care. So I gave him a tissue box with a few pulled out, stuck some noms inbetween the sheets, and made a digging cave for him.

Not good enough, man. I booped his snoot, and he bit me.

So first off, hamster teeth hurt like a motherfucker.

Secondly, I wasn’t mad. I did yell out a foul word, but more out of pain than any anger at him. It’s not his fault. He just wants s bit more room AND his cool toys, not one or the other. I left to grab some gauze but I came right back, and took Bernie out, and we had ourselves an explore on my bed, which IS much larger than his cage, obviously. Bernie had a blast. He tunneled under sheets. He tunneled under pillows. He climbed Pillow Mountain. He wanted to rappel down the sides of the Bed Cliffs (Mama said no).

Bernie is now back in his cage thinking he is Hot Shit. And while out of cage time is important, it’s equally important that his actual cage be big enough so that I can work an eight or ten or twelve hour shift and come home and go right to bed, and know that he’s okay and not bored. In the meantime, I’m thinking of going to Walmart and buying one of those long bins used to store sheets and making him a maze out of cardboard. A big maze, with empty passages and passages stuffed with bedding and chambers big and stuffed with bedding to tunnel through. He’d like that. I’ll keep it once the big cage comes in, but hopefully this will tide him over while he lives in the apartment cage.

Bernie bit me to show he was frustrated. He wants to run NOW, not in two hours, not in two months. NOW.

Luna, Apollo, and Aisha, my cats, don’t bite and never have, but they do occasionally scratch. Not on purpose. They’re trying to get down or get up, they slip, or something exciting or scary happens and they need to book it. And it hurts every time.

You’re going to get hurt if you own a pet. You’re going to get bitten or scratched - by them, their equipment, etc. If they’re a bigger animal, you’re going to get body slammed from time to time. It’s okay.

I’m not saying you can’t yell FUCK when the pain hits. It’s actually scientifically proven that that helps lessen the pain. But don’t blame your pets. Look around and try to see it from their perspective. Maybe they’re tired, or something scared them. Maybe they have to pee. Maybe you’re bugging the crap out of them, or they want to play in an animal way, not in a people way. Maybe it was genuinely an accident and your body invaded the space they’d intended to put their body.

It’s okay. Talk to them calmly. Grab a bandaid or some Tylenol. Don’t yell at them. Don’t hit them. Don’t be mad at them. They’re just trying to talk to you and it’s not their fault you don’t speak hamster or bird or lizard, etc etc.

Our Little Secret-Part One

Summary: After a hunt and quite a few drinks the boys learn that you aren’t as ‘experienced’ in one department as they thought you were. Dean thinks he can rectify that

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Oral Fixation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)

A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.

It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.

“Dude, you were never going home with her.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”

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a thing I love about the TransDanny headcanon: there’s a photo of Danny and Maddie when he was little, happily dressed and presenting as male, meaning that his parents either accepted him as trans from a young age, or allowed him to dress himself and have his hair done as short as he wanted and not forcing him to conform to gender roles, which allowed his coming out to be a lot easier

did he have a phase where everyone just called him a ‘tomboy’? or did he announce that he was a boy early on and that was that from then on? did he start school as Daniel or Danielle? like maybe it was one of those kids will be kids things where he wanted to be a boy for a day and his parents were like, 'aww that’s cute we’ll let her have her fun’ but a day became a week, a month, a year, he never grew out of it because he was never just playing pretend

personally I like to think that it started with Maddie and Jack just having super lax views on gender roles, unsurprising since Jack loves knitting which he might have been made fun of for because it’s 'feminine’ and Maddie is very strong and self sufficient and grew up with a big tough sister who wears her hair short and acts very 'masculine’, so they already have experience subverting traditional gender roles

so when they have a daughter who drags them to the boy aisle as soon as she’s old enough to choose her own clothes/toys and asks for a short haircut like that Chip Skylark guy who sings about his shiny teeth on tv, Maddie and Jack are just like, yeah sure why not? their kid can look however she wants

Danny was able to present as male from a very early age, his parents treated him and Jazz equally regardless of gender and I feel like maybe he didn’t even think to ask to be referred to by male pronouns until he got to school and the kids immediately assumed he was male and he realised ho dang, this feels RIGHT.

and then he’d have the teachers calling him Danielle and referring to him as female and another kid is like, umm Danny’s a boy tho?? and the teacher looks at this little boy with little boy hair and little boy clothes and is like, oh uh sorry kid there must have been a mistake in the paperwork, was it supposed to say Daniel?


but then he feels bad because technically he 'lied’ to the teacher so he goes home and doesn’t say anything because he thinks his parents will be mad at him for lying on his first day at school

and then the parents get a call from some very confused school staff asking whether or not they’d enrolled a boy or a girl because they had a Danielle Fenton in the paperwork but a Daniel Fenton was dropped off to class this morning and that’s when Maddie and Jack were like… oooooh okay so this is how it is

they tell the school that he’s definitely a boy, always has been, they don’t say he’s trans because they probably don’t even know that word exists but they do know that their daughter seems far more comfortable as their son and they don’t see a problem with that and as far as they’re concerned it’s none of the school’s business

they’d probably sit Danny down for a talk after that in which he starts crying and apologising and they have to spend about ten minutes ensuring him that he isn’t in trouble for lying at school and if he wants to be a boy that’s okay they can call him a boy for as long as he wants, he just has to let them know if he changes his mind but if he doesn’t then that’s okay too, they just want him to be happy

and from that point on he was pretty much just the Fentons’ son, his parents would buy him binders and do research on trans kids to make sure they were doing the right thing and as soon as he was old enough for T they said they’d support him whether or not he wanted to take it and if there were any complications it was okay because he was still their boy no matter what his body looked like

I mean just, the Fentons have fucked up a lot of aspects of parenthood so I just really really REALLY want them to have done this one RIGHT or as right as they possibly can, they might be quite scatterbrained and neglectful at times but it’s clear that they really do love their kids, and were probably a lot closer with them when they were young, so it makes sense to me that they would be accepting of Danny’s identity even from such a young age

all they want is for their kids to feel happy and safe, which means when they find out he’s half ghost it still doesn’t MATTER, because they already promised they’d accept him no matter what

Tantall is a lizardfolk warrior. She’s Mellyfell’s best friend and who gave him the confidence to pursue magic. No one else in the village thought he would amount to anything but she thought he was amazing. They set out into the world together to make names from themselves. She joined a guild and he enrolled in an academy. 

Bts reaction to public turning on a toy

Request: Omg I need a reaction from bts to that vibrator situation, wow, please can you do that mommy? The one where they make you wear a vibrator to which they have the remote/app to whilst you’re both with other members of bts? 😍😍😍😍😍

Omg just reading about that bullet vibration thing is getting me wet, can you please make a reaction like that with bts? Where they make you wear a bullet vibrator out in public with them while they have the control to it through an app?

Goddamn that sounds so hot. Can you make a bts reaction to that? Bts reaction to making you put on a vibrator and them having control over it through a remote or app while you both are out with the other boys? Please please please please please mommy, I never knew I needed something like this

Wow can I request that as a reaction? The vibrator in public & the boys of bts having control over it?

BTS reaction to finding out that you have a sex toy inside you (butt and/or vagina) in public? Thank you hehe.


He hates it when you didn’t pay attention to him. So he made you wear the damn thing and everytime you actually managed to concentrate in class he put it in motion making you want to cum on the spot. And when you turned to him to turn it off, he offered you the angel smile he was so famous for.

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan


Yoongi would either put it to full motion or he just stopped it. It was driving you nuts. On the edge, but not exactly. Yoongi toyed with you, where ever you went, whenever he wanted. And when you were about to just remove the god damn thing, you remembered the last time you didn’t followed thhe rules. Long tory short, it didn’t ended well.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


It was one his most torturous punishments. He would put it on half motion while you past him in the school corridor, making you turn around, a silent plead in your eyes. However, he was only smirking evily, and then turned it to full motion making you drop your thigns and fall on the ground so you could so something about it. While Namjoon helped you collect your stuff, his husky voice whispered “Good girl.”

Originally posted by rapnamu


The ride in the bus was bumpy on it’s own but Hoseok wanted you to feel it even more so he slowly started increasing the speed of the bullet vibrator inside you, making you jump out in surprise. Hoseok would release a small laugh, taking your hand in his, offering a small smile and an encouraging “You can do it.”

Originally posted by gotjhope


The prince of dance rarely takes risks, but this time he just couldn’t stop himself. You wanted to bring out the beast in him, so you put the sex toy on and downloaded the app on jimin’s phone and then whispered secretly in his ear what you did. And did he think about anything else that same day. At the end he got so frustrated

Originally posted by cute-pale


Boy is crazy. He will make you see stars throught the freaking day. In ten minutes the pace was going from fast to slow to stop to slow to middle to fast and in the middle of literature you cried. Then you received a me “Don’t you dare cum. Y/n, I’m warning you. I’m watching. From everywhere.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


Jungkook. The captain of the football team that had a secret relationship with the most quiet and good girl in the campus. The Jungkook that made his princess wear the vibrator while he controlled it. As he was having lunch he saw you with your friends on the other table eating quietly. His friends asked him why was he looking the direction of the goodies. Jungkook said nothing, only put the vibrator on full motion, watching smugly as you jumped off your seat. That made him want to fuck you right on the table.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


A/N: I write this form a public computer damn it. The things I do for you

36″ x 48″ (M)

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut; idol!verse

pairing: reader/taehyung

warning(s)/kink(s): intercrural sex (thigh fucking) + dirty talk + come play + size kink (?)

a/n: the title is a joke about canvas size, that of which is a large size for one lmao


Originally posted by taehyungsource

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The Signs As Weird Retail Customers I've Had To Deal With
  • Aries: The guy who went over to me with a knife and held it in front of my face, only to ask if I knew any place in the mall where he could have it sharpened.
  • Taurus: The woman who didn´t want to buy her son any toys and tried to tell him that “the toys are just for decoration; they actually sell shelves”.
  • Gemini: The man who tried to pay for a €10 soft toy with a €500 note and, when I refused to accept it, complained that this was “discrimination against rich people”.
  • Cancer: The guy who rode his bike through the mall.
  • Leo: The two students who each bought a giant teddy bear as “back-up presents” for their girlfriends, in case they forgot an anniversary or a birthday.
  • Virgo: The guy who bought 100 postcards for his sister´s wedding and came by two days later to show us wedding videos and photos on his tablet.
  • Libra: The woman who bought a llama soft toy, believing it was a cat.
  • Scorpio: The big, dangerously looking biker who walked straight up to me and asked for “the biggest and fluffiest bunny” we had.
  • Sagittarius: The man who looked at the giant 4.25-foot (1.20 metres) plush penguin and asked if we had a bigger one- preferably taller than him.
  • Capricorn: The woman who had a whole conversation with me in English, eventually realized that I wasn´t originally from Britain and then started to talk really, really slowly.
  • Aquarius: The woman who didn´t know what a penguin was- or the South Pole for that matter- and asked me to explain.
  • Pisces: The women who looked at the big cat soft toys and asked me why the hell we sold soft toys of animals that were not indigenous to Germany while standing next to a shelf filled with dragons and unicorns.
Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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“3 Weeks”

requested // yes

requests are open // request here

AN // This is pure filth and I’m sorry

TW // Smut, profanity

“Sexual-Frustration. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural sexual frustrations) A state of agitation felt by an individual whose sexual satisfaction is considerably less than desired”

3 weeks. It had been 3 weeks since he last touched her. It’s not intentional, he’s just been so busy he’s barely noticed and to be fair neither had she but her body had.

For the first week she was fine, content with his fleeting lips on her forehead as he rushed out the door are the tired kisses he gave when he got home late. She was okay with only feeling his hands on the small of her back as he reached over her for his razor as she brushed her teeth. She was fine. The second week was manageable, yes his fleeting lips left her flustered and his tired kisses left her wanting more and sure when his hand brushed over the small of her back it left goosebumps in it’s wake but she could ignore it. She was fine. So why tonight, on the 3 week mark, is she so temperamental? Why has she been short with him all day and why couldn’t she focus on anything at work?

She’d been home from work for about an hour when he walked through the bedroom door. He’s mad at her, she yelled at him this morning for reasons he was unaware of. She’d dodged his phone calls all day and ignored his attempts at finding out what was wrong. Yet he still notices her staring at him when he walks into the room, can see her sat on the bed with her now closed book and her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes follow him around the room, he can feel her watching him and that’s when it clicks. 

He turns and walks to her like a predator who’s found his victim, his hands pulled her clothes off slowly and then parted her thighs as she watched him with wide eyes. He’s not touching her, not how she needs him to, not where she needs him to. He’s leaning over her with that goddamn smirk on his face as his fingers lightly trace her inner thigh.

“Saw yeh staring. This what’s got you so frustrated? Pretty girl missed my hands on her huh?” 

She can’t respond, she doesn’t need to. He knows her answer, can feel her answer.

“Missed y’too, missed how your body reacts to me like the earth does to lightning. Missed how you arch into me, as needful of me as I am of you. Missed this.

She still doesn’t answer, it’s as though his touch leaves her speechless. Her body is too busy welcoming the feeling of his hands on her skin to reply, too busy forming goosebumps to form words.

“S’my pretty girl not gonna talk to me? She not even gonna moan for me?”

He’s asking for it now, almost teasingly, he can see what he’s doing to her yet he still wants to hear it. He wants to hear her.

“Harry I…”

“What baby? Can’t please you if I don’t know what you want”

And she’s trying, trying to tell him what she needs, trying to ask for more but she just can’t. She’s overwhelmed, he hasn’t touched her for weeks and it’s too much yet not enough all at once.

“H please

“Please what poppet?”

He’s making her beg for it. It’s like he’s punishing her, for being moody with him, for not just asking him to touch her, for making him work it out for himself.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me”

“But I am touching you gorgeous”

She almost sobs, she’s so desperate and he’s toying with her. A moan escaped her as his hands moved to her pubic bone. It was all too slow. The moan was more dissatisfaction than the opposite but still it evokes a teasing glint in his eye.

“Am I close sweetheart? M’I close to where you want me?”

All she can do is nod, he’s so close but he’s not there.

“What about here? is this better?”

His hand is flat against her mound and his thumb is rubbing softly just above the top of her clit. Her eyes are wide and watery as she silently pleads with him to give her what she’s so desperate for.

“Oh no, that’s not what you want is it sweets? No, you want me here”

His thumb finally touches her nerves and it has her gasping like it the first time she’s breathed since she saw him walk into the bedroom. He’s barely done anything but yet she’s arching her back and gripping his arm and he’s enthralled with it, with her, he’s only rubbing her in slow circles and she’s writhing.


“What was that my love?”

He’s not teasing her anymore, not trying to make her beg, he was just so wrapped up in watching her squirm that he couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for.

“Please H, need more”

“My sweet girl wants more huh? Wants me to make her cum?”

She’s breathless, the rasp in his voice driving her insane. All she can do is say “please” like that and his name are all that’s in her vocabulary right now. Her please makes him smile, she’s completely as his mercy and he loves it. He slips his fore and middle finger into her while his thumb presses steady circles into her clit and she’s whimpering and to him it sounds like heaven. He knows her body like he knows his own name, he knows what makes her tick, so when his fingers touch the most sensitive spots inside of her and she lets out a cry he just smiles, her body is his and he knows how to use it. She can feel her stomach tightening and her heart beat in her throat.

“So close”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me? Gonna let me watch you break?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut as she nods, he can see tears threatening to spill and he’s proud. His fingers stop moving and instead they press on her softest spot, the spot that makes her scream. The pressure there coupled with his thumb on her clit is too much, she’s hypersensitive and he’s using it against her. Both of her hands grip his wrist as she lets out a sob, his head snaps up in worry just to be stunned with the image of his girl completely wrecked because of him and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His free hand moves to cup one side of her face as his thumb brushes away her stray tears, something so innocent compared to what his other thumb is doing to her.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me, that’s my good girl”

His lips are on her cheek as she cums, her hands leave his wrist to grip his shirt tightly in her fist. Her body is stiff and her eyes are shut, tears are still streaming down her face but she’s silent. He’s watching her completely fall apart and he can’t believe he’s gone 3 weeks without seeing this, why was he depriving himself of such a beautiful sight? She’s shuddering as she comes down, her eyes still closed but the death grip she had on his shirt slowly being released as he lays her back against the bed.

“Are you okay my love?”

A shaky breath leaves her as she nods and opens her eyes to look him

“I’ve missed you”

It’s a quiet confession that he would’ve missed had he not been solely focused on her. It makes his heart ache. How he could ever leave this perfect girl, his perfect girl, without his touch for so long is beyond him and he’s making a promise to himself to never leave her without him for that long again, never going to deprive himself of her again. 

The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo


“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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