All You Had To Do Was Ask

All You Had To Do Was Ask

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(ooof hello to this smutty fic okay FIRST OFF i apologize in advance cuz i havent wrote a full on smut fic in forever so i feel rusty so im SORRY IF ITS NOT GOOD but i hope u all like it and especially the anon that requested it xoxo also these gifs are how i imagined his face to look when he walks in on y/n sksksk)

Word Count: 2,822

RogerxReader

WARNING: smut, masturbation with an object 

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Maternity Leave

The fifth part to Get Your Fix

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Special credit to @sherrybaby14​ who requested the idea for the first part.

Warnings: non/dubcon sex, sex pollen, breeding kink, mentions of birth control, forced pregnancy.

This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: So this is the final part of this series BUT because it is crossing over with Heart-Shaped Box, we will see our reader again through that as well as in a possible epilogue depending on how it all unfolds. I’ll be working on HSB for tomorrow hopefully! So enjoy. Another ticked off the list.

Let me know what you think with a reblog or reply if you can! <3

It was the day after your birthday. You were sat in the busy restaurant, the dulcet tones of jazz buzzed below the voices of patrons. Steve made certain you were early; enough that your reservation had yet to be prepared for you. Nearly a dozen seats set aside for your party. Your chest filled with dread as you looked at the empty chairs.

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Krampus nsfw please?

😬😬😬 Ask and ye shall receive

Gruss vom Krampus — Krampus x F Reader, NSFW, Dubcon

The smell of cinders was choking. You could see through the window, from the steel cage of the demon’s arms, the glow of a Christmas tree in the apartment building across the lot, twinkling gaily, red and green and gold. There were no holiday decorations in your own flat, no tree or mistletoe, no beribboned angels or shining stars.

You had been a very bad girl.

That was what it told you, after you’d opened the door, thinking the knock harkened the arrival of someone else, someone more familiar…in hindsight, you should have known better. It had been a heavy, thudding hammer, accompanied by the slight drag of chains and the dull tinkle of toneless bells, but you’d opened the door anyhow.

You didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up, you thought as tears filled your eyes, clawed hands tightening around your arms. You didn’t know how you’d ever again be able to stomach the smell of a fire cracking in the grate on a cold winter’s night, provided you lived to see another night, of course. Grey soot had settled into the crevasses of your brain, into the gaps and holes where your decency was lacking, until you were enveloped in soot and ash and cinders. 

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Beautiful and Damned 5- New Threats [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your great feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Court can be a dangerous place for many.

Word Count: 3191

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death.

So, maybe the last few days had been quite tense. Maybe you still had some very specific dreams about Geralt, even though you were still furious at him.

Maybe you thought about what he had said to you in that hallway over and over and over again.

Just maybe.

Maybe, the whole reason why you had insisted to practice drawing with Ciri was to catch a sight of him- to glare at him.

Nothing more.

“No, I give up.” Ciri’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned your head.

“What? No!” you took a look at her sketch, “That’s not bad at all.”

“Not good either,” she pointed out and you raised your brows,

“I should tell Fin to show you some sketches I made when I was your age,” you said, “He still keeps them, possibly to make fun of me.”

Ciri let out a laugh as you leaned your head back to the tree trunk, then shielded your eyes from the sun.

“Fin is coming.” Ciri said and you turned your head, then waved at your brother who approached you, then sat down next to you.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” you said, “Can you please tell Ciri of my drawings when I was her age?”

“They were good.”

“Fin!”

“What? They were.”

“Told you,” Ciri said and you shook your head.

“Don’t believe him,” you told her, “Does mother still need Cassie?”

Fin nodded, “Yeah. Tried to save her but mother shooed me away- this is still better than when I try to draw,” he motioned at Ciri’s parchment and she arched a brow.

“You’re just saying that,” she said, and looked up when you heard her name being called. Your heart started slamming against your chest and Ciri made a face.

“I’m not Roach, Geralt, say what you are saying here,” she called out and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Fin’s eyes narrow as he sat up straighter beside you, keeping his gaze on Geralt. You pursed your lips and made yourself busy with your own parchment as Geralt and Jaskier approached you.

“Come on,” Geralt told her and she put her parchment beside her, but then frowned for a moment and looked between you as the silence fell upon all of you.

“Oh no,” she said, “What did you do?”

“Ciri.”

“No I’m serious, what happened?” she turned to you, “What did he do?”

You looked up from your parchment and raised your brows, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sir Geralt.”

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Eat the Rich*

Summary: You’re just a girl in a bar way above your tax bracket and Ransom  really doesn’t care for what you’re wearing.

A/N: There are no spoilers for the movie. But, there IS… Smut. Dirty talk. Class warfare in the form of hate-fucking. 2.9k words of FILTH. I need to be exorcised for this. Thank you @evanstarff​ and @tropicalcap​ for sending me straight to hell.

The entire lounge seems to turn when you enter. Eyes slide back and forth your way, mid-conversation mouths dipping into low frowns. Amidst the old-money frat boys from Cambridge, Beacon Hill Barbie socialites, and Downtown business young bloods, you’re a flagrant contrast in ripped jeans and an old hoodie.

A favorite hoodie. An incendiary hoodie.

The kind of hoodie that is worn with pride around these West End parts. Even the group you arrive with tried to hackle you out of it— bachelorette party decorum, they cried, will you please take that thing off?

Your cousin might be marrying Silverspoon Asswipe and stringing herself up pretty next to all his call-girl friends, but you are a Jamaica Plain girl through and through and you will not stuff yourself into a glitzy cocktail dress before this hoodie.

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Heart-Shaped Box 💟 5

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen, spanking, fingering, oral.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: I may have lied about it being a miniseries but here we go. Love you all. <3

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The night stretched on before you. You were trapped between painful wakefulness and a torturous daze. You would writhe on the bed, try to get some friction between your legs until eventually you were out of breath. You would be still for a time and slip into a shallow sleep only to awake with a start. A prick in your core; a vicious pinch; the desperate need for release. But you were as trapped in your own body as you were in this basement.

You were mumbling deliriously to yourself as the door opened. You didn’t bother looking at James as he entered and flicked the lights on. It would take too much strength to turn over. You moaned and buried your face in the blanket. His footsteps hammered in your head as they neared. Your nerves at a pinpoint so that every noise, the brush of fabric against your skin, the glow of the lights, was amplified.

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