tw: daddy and mommy/mama kinks, all the kinks are listed before so if you don’t like one, don’t read it! some are dark but not all of them!

cockwarming

she’d have you perched on top of her while she plays video games so she can have a warm, wet hole to fuck when she gets frustrated. she plays for hours filling you with load after load. eventually she’d have to gag you, your pathetic moans would be too loud and she doesn’t want anyone to know how beautiful you sound while you’re sitting on her cock

sometimes she’d use your mouth, you’d both be laying on the couch and she would move you to be face level with her crouch. she’d have you pull it out, sink your mouth onto it so that you’re comfortable not to move for a while. it turned your mind completely off, especially when she’d get too pent up and hold your face steady as she fucked it.

forced intox

forcing you to take hit after hit of the joint, until your loose and pliable in her lap. She’d be gentle with you of course, but you didn’t really know what was happening as she dipped her fingers into your panties and coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you. she wouldn’t even get off that night, she’d watch a funny movie snd play with your pour, overworking pussy all night until you passed out, completely fucked out in her arms.

fear play

holding a gun up to your head, watching as you tremble under her, knowing she knows exactly how to use that thing. you’re tied to a chair, completely bound and unable to move. you’re babbling pleas for her to stop, for her to take the gun away, but she doesn’t listen. she drags the barrel down, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. she traces your cheekbone, then your lips.

“Open.”

you open your mouth, your lips shaking with fear as she pushed the barrel into your mouth.

“suck it good, babe. never know when my finger might slip.”

dollification

dressing you up in cute outfits, doing your hair just how she likes it. she just loves seeing you dressed up all cute. making sure to buy you outfit after outfit, more and more revealing until you’re just wearing lingerie around the house all day.

making sure to dress you herself, slipping it over your body, caressing your skin as she does so, telling you how beautiful you look all dressed up for her

forced intimacy

you’ve been having a rough adjustment to your new life with natasha. constantly fighting when all she wants to give you is love. she’d make you kiss her while she was fucking your cunt wide open, threatening to kill you if you didn’t. she’d make sure to tell you how much she loves you while you’re shaking underneath her, then forcing you to say it back in a convincing tone.

and of course afterwards, cuddles were required. you would try to pull away, but she wouldn’t let you. it’s not as if you were strong enough to push her away. she’d cuddle you, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheek.

breeding kink

“Imagine what’d you look like pregnant.” She’d whisper in your ear as she pounded into you. “All glowy and swollen.”

“Wans…” you trailed off throwing your head back onto her shoulder. She was holding you up from behind, her strap buried so deep inside of you it felt like you could feel it your throat. her hands stroked your stomach.

“I don’t even know why I’m asking, you’d let me do anything to you right? Anything for your mama?”

“Fuck—“ you whined your body trembling, you’d fall over if it wasn’t for her grip. “anything mama…”

“I know baby. I know. I’m gonna fill you up soon honey…”

Warnings: somno, dub-con, restless/trouble sleeping reader, reader shaking ass, established relationship, Sevika makes reader smoke (weed), play wrestling turns to man handling, Sevika orders reader around, fingering (r! receiving), groping, praise (r! receiving)

Genre: smut, fluff

A/n: DARK FIC!! Thank you @bambishaven hope you enjoy this!!

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You know that feeling when you feel your thoughts swarm your head that you aren't gonna be able to sleep. This the fifth time this month and you don't even know how many times in general you've felt like this! Regardless you're fucking exhausted and want some damn sleep.

So instantly you jump into your routine and hope to fall asleep! Setting up affirmations and soft music on the laptop while doing some skincare.

Although the lighting is dim and the music is soft you can still feel your brain full force! While your mochi face mask dries you decided to get into some comfort pajamas and check on your hair under your strawberry bonnet knowing you probably shifted something already.

The mix on your laptop ended and a suggested playlist started to play. You were tryna keep everything low energy but when you heard "Freak Hoe" flow through your speakers you had to shake some ass!

You scurry from the bathroom to the floor length mirror in your room as you look back at it!! The movements of your ass eating up them shorts!

It definitely took your energy but wasn’t enough to make you sleepy, just huff and puff.

You open the window and let the cold air hit your face calming you down!

In your heart of hearts you know the one thing that’ll put you to sleep; Sevika.

The sensual scent of smoke and mocha. Her luring voice and big hands. Her natural confidence, all of her just makes you relax.

The clock reads 2:00 am so you know she’s up but you don’t wanna bother her!

Fate was on your side because she called two minutes later, asking to come over. So now you wait patiently by the door.

You didn’t have to as she has a key but it gave you an advantage to jump on her when she entered!

“Woah? There’s no need for this much energy I thought I’d find you in bed wallowing at least.” She chuckles as she adjusts you in her arms.

“Nope had to wait for my Vika! And I can’t sleep but it’s more so about you!”

Her grey eyes soften as she notices the restlessness behind those pretty brown eyes.

“Lemme make you something” she whispers as she pecked your nose. “Only if you want”

“Well I do so just sit and relax for me okay?”

Silently you walk to the couch as you relax your body and watch her get to work. Zoning in on her back muscles when she takes her jacket off. Her wife pleaser hugging her just right!

The smells in the kitchen start to flow into your nose and your heart swoons. Your big bad girlfriend is making you Khichdi.

“Here” she states as she places it in front of you.

“Did you poke a smiley face into it?”

“Thought you’d like it…” she grumbles slightly flustered.

“I do! Thank you vika” you kiss her flesh knuckle then her metal ones.

Honestly sleep was starting to seep into you especially after the meal and Sevika carrying you to bed. But there is something itching to keep you up and it’s almost 4 am!

“Take this” she whispers as she hands you the pre-roll. Never opposed to a puff here and there you take it.

You were expecting the weed to lull you at least a little but it gave you an energy of sorts.

“Alright we gotta do something to tire me!” You whine feeling bad about keeping your girlfriend up but you need this!

“I could fuck you to sleep”

“That was so corny” you laugh and with a half smile she says, “can’t be so corny if I’ve done it before!”

“Girl no you haven’t!”

“Oh really?” She says as she snatched you up. Instinctively you push her away with your feet. That put some distance between y’all but she ends up slamming you onto the bed.

“Okay she-hulk!”

“Fuck you” She snorts then clears her throat, “let me help you fall asleep though”

“Just thirsty for it huh?”

“Shut the fuck up before I leave!” She says letting your wrist go and your hands shoot up to grab her torso, “please don’t go!”

“Why not you’re being a brat?”

“I’ll be good, I promise” you say as you take another hit of the blunt finally feeling the smoke in your head take over.

Her eyes lock onto yours as she leans in for a kiss and you just blow smoke onto her face.

A smile twitches on Sevikas lips as she takes the blunt. “Can’t keep your promises for shit huh?”

Before you could respond she pushes you off the bed, “damn!” You laugh as you lay sprawled out on the floor.

“Get the fuck up.” When you heard her tone you pop up, wobbly but quickly!

She was laid back against your bed frame and her eyes narrowly stare at you. Her pointer finger beckons you over and you listen.

She makes you wait like a dumb puppy before she pats her lap. Eager you sit down and let your back sink into her chest, craning your neck to look up at her.

Her scent and the need not to piss her off makes you relax in her embrace, stressing your little mind out on how to be good for her.

Sevikas hand caresses your inner thigh as she sees you drift off to sleep.

“Finally” she mutters to her herself as she moves those flimsy excuse of sleeping shorts out her fingers way so she can enter your welcoming cunt!

Her mechanical hand gliding under your shirt to play with your nipple. Squeezing and pulling them. You sleepily moan her name causing her to smile, “such a good girl when you wanna be” she whispers.

She uses her foot to open you leg up more to give her fingers a deeper access.

Her middle and ring finger beginning to pick up the place.

“Got you all to myself—fuck you’re such a pretty little thing” she mutters as the squelches of your pussy makes her clit throb.

“Vika” you moan, big brown eyes looking up at her through your lashes.

“Yes baby girl?”

You mutter incoherently and she just smiles, “be quiet okay?” Sleepily you nod, “good job” she snickers, enjoying how reliant you are on her.

Sevika speeds her fingers up and your hips shake but your jaw is slack against her. “This is my pussy yeah? Mine to take…fuck you keep sucking me up.” She groans as the sensation of you clenching around her heightens as you reach your orgasm.

Quickly her fingers retract to rub circles on your clit to help you ride out your high and to kneed the plush of your breast.

She sucks on her fingers as her head rests against the headboard while she calms herself down. Gently she rolls you off and on your side, hand never leaving your boob.

Sevika drifts off into sleep holding you tight as the cool night air flows into the room from a forgotten open window.

Next time you’ll cut the chase and call Sevika the moment you can’t sleep.

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A/n: wait dolls outta all the somno fics i wrote i think this one and Abby are my favorites! I hope y’all loved it and honestly I need this irl LMAOOOO

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos @artemisdreamfairie @ellabswife

Dividers- @dollywons

「 ✦ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦: yandere x reader (gnb or f) // or vague nagito/fem!nagito x reader vibes ✦ 」

╭─❖ 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖳: b&e, stalking, obsessive behavior, non-con elements (surveillance) ❖─╮

⋆╰☆╮ 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤𝖲: "just cleaning up after my favorite person ᡣ𐭩” ⋆╰☆╮

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God… it was beautiful.

The jagged silver tooth of the key bit into my palm before I finally let it go, setting it down on the counter with a click.

I stood there, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, just drinking in the air. Your air. I’ve only ever hovered at the threshold before, a pathetic shadow dropping off notes, never daring to clear the entryway. But now… I’ve got an hour and some change, roughly.

The kitchen is small, cozy, and smells faintly of stale coffee. I scan the cupboards first. Such a small inventory of life; a few mismatched plates, a handful of utensils. Most are piled in the sink, slick with the residue of your busy, radiant life. My chest ached. You work so hard, burning your light at both ends until there’s no time for something as mundane as porcelain.

I checked the fridge. A hollow, cold sight. Mostly empty. A frown tugged at my lips– I’ll have to fix that. I’ll leave anonymous offerings at your door. Groceries with the mysterious flowers, maybe a home-cooked meal once I’ve spent enough time lurking to learn the exact topography of your cravings. Perhaps I’ll pose as a family friend over email, mining your mother for recipes. Even trash like me can be resourceful when the goal is to keep you fed.

I snapped on some gloves and made quick work of the dishes, the hot water scalding my wrists as I scrub. I wiped the counters until they gleamed, folding the kitchen towel with surgical precision before tucking it over the oven handle.

The living room was a delicious mess. A throw blanket thrown haphazardly over the arm of the beat up couch, holding the shape of your body. I huffed fondly, folding the fabric back into a neat square, then drifted toward the bookshelf.

Then I saw it. The photo of you and that friend.

I froze. My finger, midway through testing the dust on the shelf, trembled. I should be thankful, it was the friend who introduced us, after all. If not for them, I wouldn’t be here, basking in the glow of your hope. But the tug in my chest was sickening, a hot, oily jealousy I had to swallow back down. Trash like me… I suppressed the urge to slam the frame face-down. Instead, I just traced the edge of the glass, memorizing the friend’s face. A temporary obstacle. Once I have a foothold, once I am the only thing you need to lean on, I’ll drive the others away. One by one. Until the world is just you and the shadow at your heel.

I stood outside your bedroom door, fists clenching, palms clammy inside the latex. I pushed it open and peeked inside.

Messy. You are always so hurried, so frantic. The bed is a tangle of unmade sheets, clothes littering the floor like shed skins, textbooks mussed on your desk with scattered pens. My smile only grows sharper.

Purpose. Hot and heavy and buzzing as it washes over me. I am the perfect fit for you. Slow and methodical, attention to detail. A perfect servant behind the scenes. I could give and give for you so you could burn brighter and brighter, for me to bear witness.

I exhale with a stutter, moving to scan your textbooks and post-it notes. I didn’t touch your study system– not yet– but I let my gloved finger linger over your handwriting, tracing the loops of your letters as if I could feel your pulse through the ink. I stared at your laptop screen, imagining the password. It’s likely the same as the others, but how exciting would it be if it was different? How long do you think it would take for me to crack it? My head swam as I snapped my hand away from where it hovered over the keyboard.

I stepped carefully over a pile of laundry before pausing. I bent down, picking up a sleep shirt. My breath shifted, coming out in thick ragged hitches. I brought the fabric to my face and inhaled an excruciating long, deep pull of air. It was detergent and sweat and you. I shuddered, the sensation nearly enough to undo me right there. Later. Later, later, later.

But…

I dug through the pile, selecting a pair of boxers you’d likely never miss. A small tax for my service.

Then, I saw the pill case on your bedside table. My heart plummeted. Oh, my love… Out of all the information I had garnished from you, I wasn’t privy to this. I felt a surge of protectiveness so sharp it tasted like copper. I counted the pills, the rummaged through your drawers until I found the bottles. I snapped pictures of the labels. Research for later. I need to know every chemical that touches your system. I need to be ready to support you, to curate your health, especially when we finally move in together. Eventually.

I smoothed over your pillow, then your blanket. I couldn’t make the bed; it would be too obvious, too spooking. I’m fine with you being mildly unsettled, a ghost of a touch you can’t explain, but I can’t scare you off yet. I have to ease you into the idea of being watched.

My phone buzzed. The hour was up.

I deflated, a low whine caught in my throat. I chewed the inside of my cheek until it stung. I didn’t get to the bathroom. I didn’t get to see your toothbrush, or the hair caught in your brush. A shame. A real shame…

I took pictures instead. I snapped every angle of every room. By nightfall, I’ll have the layout burned into my retinas. I’ll stare at them until I can walk through this apartment in my dreams.

I stepped back into the hallway, locking the door behind me with a soft click. I pulled the gloves off, shoving them into my pocket with the stolen boxers. I can dispose of them on the way back to my house. My nerves were a live wire, pulse thrumming in my ears. It’ll get easier each time. Or maybe it won’t, because you’re just so damn lovely that every second in your presence feels like a beautiful heart attack.

The next week, you mention your space feeling “calming.” You laugh, saying the sleep deprivation must be getting to you because you keep forgetting you did the dishes.

I bite my tongue until it bled to keep from smiling more than was appropriate.

You’re just so damn adorable. ᡣ𐭩🗝️🍀

Highest Bidder - Drabble: Under the Weather 

Dark!Sharon Carter x Kidnapped!Reader 

Words: 1.8k

Highest Bidder Masterlist

TW: 18+, fluff, mean sharon, but then nice sweet sharon, illness, stockholm syndrome, mommy kink, if I’m missing any please let me know!

A/N: wrote this when I was super sick and needed crime mommy to come take care of me

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part i⚡️

a/n: kidnapper jane proceeding!

warnings: established kidnapping, fear play, possessive jane, rope burns, jane forgetting to get dressed, soft!jane

jane studied your face for a reaction. she didn’t need to look in your eyes to know you were terrified, the trembling of your body told her everything she needed to know. soft tears made their way down your cheeks as your captor gently wiped them away.

taking your face in her hands, the mighty thor looked deep into your eyes.

“you don’t have to be scared of me. so long as you behave, you will be safe and cared for.”

the statement alone brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. she had kidnapped you from the only life you’ve ever known…..just to care for you?? nothing made sense.

also like routine, dr. foster wiped the tears from your face. ever so slightly, you leaned into her touch. you flinched as your face met the softness of her palm, and the warrior smiled at the intimacy.

the events of the last day had you exhausted and beyond overwhelmed. your emotions were of no surprise to the blonde. as she pulled away, she swore she heard a whimper leave your lips.

“i think it’s time for you to rest, honey. today has been long and scary. we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

moving towards the kitchen counter, the former astrophysicist grabbed an object that spiked your anxiety- a knife. as further panic set in, you once again struggled in the ropes, cries of pain leaving your mouth as your wrists were rubbed raw.

jane was quick to reassure you.

“hey..hey, stop that love. i’m cutting you free from the chair, you don’t have to be scared.”

her words did very little to comfort you. squeezing your eyes shut, you prepared yourself for a pain that would never come. instead the ropes binding you to the chair were released, causing a deep breath of relief from you.

“i’m gonna carry you upstairs, okay?”

instead of waiting for a response, the stronger woman easily picked you up, earning a yelp from you. carrying you bridal style, she took you up the stairs with ease.

though her strength had been demonstrated when she first grabbed you, she was gentler, she was almost more protective. her biceps pressed into your back while she lifted you like you were the most precious thing in the world. you rough with your mind as you a wet spot formed between your legs.

she was your kidnapper for fuck sake. she was terrifying…..but she was gentle….but she was even more animalistic. as shameful as it felt to admit, you wanted more of her. lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice when she gently set you on the bed. nor did you notice that she left your wrists tied up. even further, you didn’t notice that she lying in bed next to you.

the mighty thor was right, today had been long and scary for you. your body needed to relax and rest. you weren’t sure that you could do so with her lying next to you, but you tried nonetheless. as you closed your eyes, you felt hands wrap around your waist and pull you into her chest.

at first you tensed at the comfort, but embraced it regardless. placing a small kiss to your hair, the blonde woman ushered you to sleep.

“have a good night sleep, love. in the morning we’ll figure things out.”

just like that, your body succumbed to a much needed rest.

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as your eyes adjusted to the harsh morning light, you noticed you were laying on something soft. focusing your vision more, your eyes widened as you realized you were laying on your kidnapper’s chest.

a dangerous blush crept onto your cheeks as the stronger woman woke up to you staring at her cleavage.

“like what you see, babe?”

you didn’t answer, instead you buried your face as deep as you could into the pillow. the blonde woman only let out a chuckle as she to enter the bathroom.

in her absence, you had the chance to properly wake up. as you reached to stretch, a yelp left your mouth as the ropes once again rubbed your wrists raw. small whimpers left your mouth as the rope dug into your skin, drawing blood. small tears welled in the corners of your eyes as the situation hit you.

jane’s attention was stolen from her shower as she heard your small cries of pain. drying off as quickly as she could, the former scientist rushed back to where you were on the bed. as the door opened, your eyes snapped to her bare chest. the woman smiled as she realized she had forgotten to put on clothes before tending to you.

“eyes up here, sweetheart.”

silently cursing yourself, your eyes quickly snapped up to her eyes.

jane’s fingers lingered across the small cuts on your wrist caused by the rope. you winced as she grazed her thumbs greatly across. pulling your wrists up to her eye level, the mighty thor cut you free.

“thank you.”

the woman smiled in return and began to dab your injuries in hydrogen peroxide. those built up tears slid down your cheeks as jane gently kissed your wounds. wiping the tears from your cheeks, the woman’s hand gently stroked your cheek.

“let’s get some breakfast in you, hmm?”

as the woman put on a large t shirt and underwear. holding out her hand for you to grab, with a small nod, you took her outstretched hand and walked towards the kitchen for breakfast. the two of you shared a nice meal while she mainly talked and you listened. your mind was elsewhere as she slowly started to pull your attention back to her.

“hey, honey i wanted to talk about what’s going on.”

your attention was undeniably now on her.

“im listening.”

“good girl.”

you couldnt deny the spark you felt when those words left her mouth.

“basically, you’re mine. im all your ever going to need.”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“you don’t own me.”

with a dangerous smirk, the mighty thor persisted.

“oh but i do, youre mine, my love, my pet, my future wife, and my entire world.”

the fearful feeling made it’s way up your throat again. before either of you could respond, a person broke through the door.

“you didn’t tell me you got a pet?”