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risuola · 3 days

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V — SILENT PROMISE — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN

Sukuna thought he won't bend, but the sight of you made him question himself.

cw: blood, usage of weapon, reader discretion is advised — 1,5k words

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You were wet, your breath was heaving and your heartbeat rumbling in your head.

You were trembling.

Bleeding.

The red iron stung your eye, made your hair stuck to your temple and cheekbone. Pain pulsated, spreading its waves around your skull, focusing right where the wound was somewhere underneath the strands of your wet hair — a mark left by the grip of a gun that hit your head hard.

You coughed.

Yet another splash of ice-cold water hit you in the face and you weren’t ready. Again. Your clothes were soaked, sticking to your body in a harsh cocoon of fabric. Your light-blue t-shirt translucent against your skin, stained with blood that dripped from your face. You felt exposed, cold. It was humiliating, having all four of the men around you look and snort at every shiver that run down your spine. They seemed amused, they were amused to torture you.

Someone grabbed your hair, pulling the wet locks violently and forcing you to look up, to tilt your head back. Something sharp touched your neck, poking and prodding at your delicate flesh on the side of your throat.

“I don’t know anything,” you whimpered, before the question was asked once more. What do you know about Sukuna Ryomen? You heard that already twenty times and each of them was a little lower, a little more cruel, a little more violent.

Fact is, you couldn’t even recall how you got into the dimly lit room lined with cold concrete and furnished with steel. One moment you were heading home with a bag of snacks and the most gorgeous, most red strawberries you found in the store and in the next, you were here — tied up with the very same strawberry red running down your face.

The ropes were digging into your flesh, partially taking away the circulation and your hands felt numb, tied behind the backrest of a metal chair. You could feel your skin ripping underneath the roughly textured bounds, it stung every time you were yanked around or hit by someone. It wasn’t humane, you didn’t do anything, you shouldn’t be treated like that—

“I’m sure you can tell us something. Sooner, the better, princess.”

—but you were. The men around you were kind enough to explain the situation to you before the terror began. Apologized even, but they didn’t seem sorry when the first pain was inflicted on you. When they screamed and threatened, they didn’t seem sympathetic or regretful. No. It was pleasurable for them, you saw it in their eyes, on their faces. Pathetic joy that they got from torturing someone like you.

You felt the blade press its way into your skin and it stung. A hot drop of, what you only assumed was blood run down the side of your neck and along your collarbone, sinking finally into the ruined fabric of your blouse. The cut was shallow, you could tell as much, but it still sent yet another jolt of fear throughout your body. You felt your heart going wild inside your chest and you held your breath, afraid to move too much when the knife was that close to your throat.

“I really don’t know you fucking asshole!” You groaned the moment he took the weapon away. The stress and fatigue made you lose your temper but you were determined to not cry, no matter how much you wanted to and god knows you wanted to wail.

* * *

“Seeing something familiar?”

Sukuna felt in real time how the blood in his veins was turning into fire. Rage — indescribable and heavy — was taking over his thoughts and his muscles were twitching. His shoulders, up until now relaxed, squared up. His brows furrowed, a crease formed between them and the look of his eyes became cold and dreadful. Menacing.

“How unwise,” he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. The officer in front of him flinched, bending underneath the gruesome, unnerving aura that turned the air in the room into a thick substance, impossible to breathe in. Despite his best effort to hide his nerves, the droplets of sweat gave all away. Sukuna smiled, grinned in a way that’s thirsty, in a way that craves blood and pain. “You’re getting very nervous, detective.”

“Cooperate and all of that will soon be over,” the man said, struggling to hold the gaze of the criminal that’s now leaning towards him, asserting his nightmarish dominance over the situation.

“Oh, it will be over soon, but I doubt you’ll be happy with the results.”

“We predicted you might not be thrilled to see this girl interrogated, and—”

“That is what you call an interrogation? Beating a little girl? It seems like my ways of dealing with people are more humane than the ones of police.”

“Unfortunately, it’s the mean to an end. You are too valuable of a capture, it gave us a green light to use every method possible to get what we want from you and that includes torturing this hardly innocent little girl.”

Sukuna scoffed. Then laughed — the sound of it ominous and loud. His head tilted backwards and he leaned against the backrest. He knew how it worked; he used those very same methods to get what he needed in life. He threatened women, he threatened children but, in his etiquette, violence against those groups was forbidden. Fear, yes, but physical abuse not and he stood by those rules, enforcing them on his pawns. He used those methods because they were effective. Not a single man in love, not a single husband or father, stayed strong for long when a wife or a kid was on the line. They always bent.

Was he now one of those men who bend?

“A mean to an end, huh?”

“It’s either you or her. You can tell us what we want to know and she’ll be safe and sound, with no charges to her name. You can also keep up the stubborn and we’ll see how much she can take. If that doesn’t work, we can also put her to prison and, I assure you, she’ll be very popular over there. Female inmates love to play with newbies.”

Sukuna couldn’t imagine you being in jail. You were too fragile, too sensitive to be incarcerated, you belonged in silk and flowers, not steel and concrete. You deserved to be free and now they threatened to encage you? Very, very unwise.

* * *

“I didn’t cry, you know?”

“You’re one very, very brave kitten, are you not?” Sukuna cooed, holding you tight to his chest and kissing the torn skin around your wrists for the nth time. He’s got you in a cocoon of his own jacket, on the back seat of a black car driven by one of his pawns. You were tired, exhausted, but happy to see him, to feel him.

The praise made you giddy, his menacingly loving tone made your heart bang against your ribs despite there being no danger anymore. You still shivered due to your wet clothes but now it was somehow bearable. Now, with a large, mighty body next to you and callused hands gripping you tightly, the discomfort of wet clothing was just a nuisance. You were smiling, nuzzling into him, craving the touch you’ve been stripped off for way too long. Nearly three whole weeks you spent without seeing Sukuna, neglected of his warmth and once you saw him again, you realized that the constant of danger that followed him has got you hooked.

“I missed you,” you said into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin that poked through the metallic hint of blood and plain smell of soap he had to use while in jail. The jacket you had wrapped around your upper body carried his expensive perfume — rich and woody, smoky note of tobacco and vanilla. It was sexy, spicy with a touch of sweetness that you couldn’t get enough of.

“Me too, sweet thing, me too.”

Sukuna exhaled, allowing the tension away from his shoulders. Despite the crime he just committed — another one to his name — he felt at ease, because you were safe. The moment he saw, not more than an hour ago, the fear in your eyes; the moment one of the officers ripped your shirt open and used the knife to snap one of your bra straps, his patience snapped as well. It didn’t take him long to put down the detective that was assigned to him — headbutting him so hard he passed out cold. Once he undid the chains, he was out the door and searching for you, fighting his way through the officer-packed halls until your frame came into sight.

“Ryomen—” you gasped out, once your beautiful eyes landed on him and he could have sworn they glittered in the dim, dirty lights around. There was a cheer in your voice, a melody of joy and relief and at the moment he couldn’t care any less about the violence he was exuding. He needed the men around you down and you out of here. And he’s got you out quickly, carrying you in his arms and towards the car that waited for him.

That’s how he’s got you there, trembling against him but safe. Whilst kissing your wounds, he made silent promises to never let that happen again.

» PART SIX SOON

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hey sweetie 💗👉🏼👈🏼

I'm in love with your last Rick fic and wanted to ask if you could write something I've been thinking about for a few weeks now 🥺

It's getting colder outside (for me hihi) and I'm thinking about cockwarming with Rick 💗

Snow is falling down and on a run you have to hide in a little cabin with Rick. He starts a fire in the fireplace and lays with you on the couch 🥺 You notice how he gets hard from it and you have the idea with the cockwarming...Rick can't stand it for long and you let him fuck you from behind 👉🏼👈🏼

Now that I'm writing this I'm already weak 😫 I hope you like it and if so thank you in advance 💗💗💗

hey baby, I know you've had a bad day today, so I hope this helps make you feel a bit better. I loved writing this, don't hesitate to send more in!

summary - rick and the reader seek shelter as a storm hits. to warm up, the reader makes a suggestion. do you think rick went through with it?

warning - smut, cockwarming, swearing.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

While Rick and I were scavenging for supplies, an unexpected storm approached. Rick spotted an abandoned cabin with a sigh of relief, and we set off toward the single-standing building. As we quickly approached the door, Rick placed me behind him as he slowly entered the small cabin. Checking the place to ensure we are alone.

Once we checked the place and boarded up any doors and windows, I headed over to the slightly destroyed couch, dropping my exhausted body onto the plush cushions and sagging into them. My eyes flutter closed as I wrap my jacket around my frozen form, not having the energy or strength to do anything more.

Rick’s blue eyes drag down my body before he turns to focus on the small fireplace. He piles wood into it before lighting it on fire with the pack of matches he carries with him. A shudder goes through Rick’s body as the warmth of the fire begins to set in. A choked gasp escapes him. His cock hardens and begins to strain against his jean at the sound of my soft moans leaving my lips.

My eyes flutter open, the warmth settling in and warming my cold bones. “Why’re you over there?” I pat the spot next to me, knowing Rick wouldn’t come over unless he gets confirmation, as he doesn’t want to make someone uncomfortable. “You can sit, Rick. It’s going to get colder from here, and we need to have enough warmth for when it does. May as well get comfortable while we wait this out.” I watch as he nods before slowly coming over and placing some of his things down.

The sound of the groan that leaves his lips causes arousal to pool between my legs. With the work we’ve done today and the room's warmth, my eyes begin to droop, and my head drops to the side, resting on Rick’s shoulder. “I’m so tired.”

Rick looks down at me, slowly maneuvering us. He lays behind me, pulling my small form closer to his. He holds back a groan when my ass rubs up against his bulge.

I raise a brow as I feel him harden against me. The thought of making this man hard made my core clench around nothing. “I have an idea that’ll help us stay warm if you want to hear it?” Rick hums, his eyes slowly closing as he buries his face into the back of my hair. Breathing in the vanilla and coconut shampoo and conditioner, I found, “How do you feel about cockwarming?” I arch my back slightly, causing my ass to brush up against him.

Rick’s eyes shoot open, and his hand grips my hip as his cock twitches wildly at the words that fall from my lips. “W–What? Seriously?” Rick’s hand quickly moves to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping them. He promptly pulled his throbbing member out before yanking my jeans down, tearing the pieces of fabric until my lower half was exposed. Rick draws me closer, causing a shuddering breath to escape my lips.

Rick slides his hand between my legs, cupping my soaked core as he leans forward and whispers into my ear. “This is mine. Are we clear?” Goosebumps erupt throughout me, spreading all along my shivering form. I nod, my head thrown back as I whimper a weak yes. Grinding my hips down and into his hand. “Good girl, now relax for me.”

My body relaxes, sagging against Rick’s muscular body as he lines his thick cockhead against my entrance. A choked moan escapes my lips as he pushes in. My nails dig into Rick’s hip as he bottoms out inside me, and my walls clench around the throbbing member. “Fuck, that feels good, Officer.” I take a deep breath in and out as my body adjusts to Rick’s cock. He wraps his arms around me while we lie in each other’s arms, feeling full and content.

We lay there for a while, my eyes focused on the flames dancing around in the fireplace. My eyes flutter as Rick begins to place soft kisses along my neck. His hips start to move gently as his member slides in and out of my tight walls. “C–Can I?” I quickly nod, desperately needing him to claim me as his from the inside and out.

Rick finds my hands and entwines them. He picks up his pace as he pounds into me from behind. His other hand covers my mouth, blocking the soft moans that escape from reaching outside. His raspy voice fills the room, “you feel so good, sweetheart. So good– I wish I could stay inside you forever.” Rick squeezes my hand, thrusting deep inside me as he continues to cover me in kisses.

Sweat begins to build as our bodies heat up, and soft moans and whimpers fall from my mouth as I feel Rick deep inside my cunt. The feel of him thrusting and throbbing inside me drives me insane. His grunts cause me to clench around him before I feel my end approaching rapidly. “Ri–Rick, oh! I’m so close. Please let me cum!” His grip on me tightens, his thrusts getting harsher.

“Cum, you little whore. Squeeze my fucking cock.” His jaw clenches as my walls pulsate around him, a pleasured squeal escapes me, and my back arches causing Rick’s cock to deepen inside of me. I squeeze his hand as I cum, my juices squirting out of me and all over the both of us. “Fuck! Good fucking girl!” Rick thrusts a few more times, his balls tightening and hips stuttering before he buries himself entirely inside. As he lets go, spurts of hot white cum shoot out of his mushroom tip. Filling me to the brim, causing my eyes to the back of my head.

Rick’s member softens inside of me as we both catch our breaths, his forehead resting on the back of my head before he places a soft kiss there. My heart feels warm from the gesture. Rick holds my hand as his other wraps around my small form and pulls me flush against his chest. My walls flutter around his softened cock before we slowly drift into a peaceful slumber.

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mxlktxa · 11 months

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𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒄𝒘; 𝒏/𝒂

♡˗ˏ🍰໒

“Why’re you so far, babe?”

I was ripped from my thoughts, heading spinning in the direction of Ellie’s voice. Her face barely said it but her body language exposed her as worried and confused at my behavior. I wouldn’t blame her, I’d been a little off for the past few days.

“Hm?” I gave a short reply, raising my brows to add a little bit of emotion for her. That’s when I had just now realized we were both on opposite sides of the couch, Ellie on one end with her journal and me just curled up on the other end, in my own little world.

“C’mere. I miss you,” she whispered, hand rubbing the empty space beside her. My eyes followed her hand movement then meeting her beautiful green eyes after a bit of me admiring her hand, “I don’t bite, Y/N. Not unless you ask me to.”

“Oh, shut up, Ellie,” moving closer to her, a sweet smooch was placed on her shoulder in order to hide the smile I had on display, “you literally bit me once because I said I loved you and stared at you for all of two seconds.”

“Yeah, which in reality meant ‘hey, baby, please bite me after we hold eye contact because I love you that much’,” Ellie kissed my temple, chuckling lightly at our little conversation.

I had resided in Ellie’s home for a few days now, trying to get myself back on my feet, emotionally and mentally. Just a few days ago, I had gotten into a pretty bad argument with Jesse and Dina, both of them saying some pretty harsh things they clearly regretted saying. It took a huge toll on me, so I just hid away in Ellie’s bed and/or arms, down in the dumps.

"I'm so fed up with this, Els. So fed up," I muttered. Our hands collided, Ellie bringing my hand up to her lips, soothing pecks resting on my skin, those loving lips leading up my arm until she reached my shoulder.

Ellie continued to kiss up to my neck, hands finding my thighs, groping and squeezing every now and again, nearly silent grunts leaving her as she continued her attempts to get my mind off of what had been bothering me. As much as I wanted her to do plenty of vulgar things to me, I couldn't bring myself to actually get in the mood for such activities.

"Not right now, I'm sorry. I just... I can't get there."

"No, no, I'm sorry. I should've asked you first," Ellie backed away, seeming a bit desperate yet considerate, "come lay down, babe. You could use a nap."

"I'm not tired, Ellie."

"Yes. Yes, you are," her hands attempted to bring me to my feet by tugging at my waist, failing after a while though she never tried to use all her force to stand me up. Ellie was always and definitely is strong enough to move me but right now she just didn't want to irritate me anymore than I already appeared to be.

"What if I played something for you?"

I instantly perked up, glancing to meet her enthusiastic eyes. She chuckled and crossed the room to grab the guitar Joel had gifted her as well as her chair, placing it in front of the bed and sitting down comfortably. My eyes flashed between Ellie, the bed, and the guitar, slowly gaining the courage to stand and so Ellie would play and sing for me. Her alluring, emerald eyes seemed to brighten, ecstatic that I was moving from the couch to the mattress she begged me to lay on.

"Atta girl, get in there," she reassured me, rubbing my knee as I lied down in front of her, "get comfy, I know you're going to fall asleep either during or after this."

"No, I'm not."

Ellie raised her brows as if to ask me if I was serious. We both knew she was right... I just liked to be stubborn, nothing else. I got beneath the covers, hugging the pillow Ellie usually held onto in her sleep, observing as she settled into a certain position so she could play her instrument for me.

"Will you fall asleep with me after?" I requested, biting my lip in hopes of her agreeing or winking at me as she usually did when I popped that question. Of course, she winked taking in a deep breath before she officially began to distract me with her caroling of Take On Me.

Her voice was soft and comforting, as per usual, instantaneously sending me into a lethargic frame of mind. A mushy grin was the only thing to keep me from really passing out on her.

Ellie was always just a safe place for me to run to before and even after we had gotten to become a couple. I was the same to her but of course when she needed me, she was just so monotone and nonchalant about her problems until I noticed her demeanor. She always picked at her hands or lips, bounced her knee, and was slightly shaky as if she were just agitated with everyone and everything.

Everything started to muffle for me and my vision blurred while my body just felt beyond informal. I hated when she was right, even if I did back her up on her statements. I just wished she was at least more than halfway through the song when I was starting to shut down.

Damn you, Ellie. But, oh... Do I love you with all my heart. What I wouldn't give in order to give you all the comfort and happiness you give me. I couldn't be more grateful.

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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Devilish

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Rafe was always going to have that devilish side when it came to you, how could he ever say no to his angel?

Warnings: Smutttttt with essentially no plot, female masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), some dom/sub traits, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

Author's Note: This is my first time writing smut so please go easy on me and let me know if there’s anything I can do to improve !! My requests are always open if you have any ideas <3

"Alright, time to get up," He breaks the silence between you from behind you, where he was laying with his arms wrapped around you, one underneath you around your torso and the other one higher on your chest, locking you in place next to him.

You groan and shuffle back into him a little, "Five more minutes."

"Five more minutes normally turns into me being an hour late for my shift, darling," He points out, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder a few times in a line.

You hum at the contact, dreading the inevitable feeling of him pulling away from you, "Who needs to work, anyway?"

Since he'd stopped accepting his father's money, Rafe was determined to make things work for himself - which meant full time jobs and budgeting, two things Rafe was not ever used to.

He shuffles back from the bed and climbs out, standing stark naked in the room that was littered with your clothes from the night before.

You whine and turn onto your back, sprawling yourself out in the white sheets, the bed feeling empty without him there. You watch as Rafe rummages through his drawers for a pair of boxers and socks, grabbing his top from the back of the chair.

"You know... you could just stay," You point out, trailing your finger over the edge of the white sheets covering you, tracing how they dip over the curves of your naked body.

He turns around to face you, halfway through pulling the top over his arms, a smile curling onto his face at the sight of you - a sight he would never get bored of. Rafe was so sure he could spend every day in that bed with you, just the two of you, and he would never tire of it.

"Don't tempt me," He shakes his head, running the tip of his tongue over his lips.

You move your hands to trail a fingertip over the sharp lines of your collarbone, "Unless..." Your hand dips to your chest, underneath the thin sheets, "I find a way to keep myself occupied."

"(Y/N)..." His voice trails off, as if he doesn't want to disturb the angelic sight in front of him.

You drag your hand down lower, the delicate touch of your fingers leaving goosebumps in the absence of contact. Eventually, they reach below your belly button and you watch Rafe swallow the lump in his throat as he fixates on the movement under the covers. When your cool fingers reach your heat, you can't help the hum of relief that escapes your lips - though perhaps a little louder to make certain that Rafe heard you. You let your middle finger toy slow circles around your clit, your ring and index finger dipping down to brush over your folds.

"(Y/N)... don't do this," There's a warning tone to Rafe's voice, a slightly darker look casting over his face as he watches every single movement you make - part of him wishing he could rip the covers off and watch every second of it with a front row seat.

You let your eyelids flutter shut and push one finger just past your hole, whimpering slightly at the contact you'd been craving.

"Look at me."

His tone his harsh now, not a request but an order. You open your eyes and make sure you're looking directly into his, sure that you can see a growing tightness in the front of his boxers. Rafe's jaw clenches tightly, a thick look of desire clouding over his eyes at the sight he was sure he would have dreamt about.

You don't stop playing with your slick folds, a slow and lazy pace but one that still has you stifling moans. Rafe loved it when you were vocal, but he loved it even more when he was the one drawing every single sound from you. Your breath catches in your throat as you apply more pressure to your clit, picking up your pace just a little.

"Pull the covers down," Rafe states, a heat in his voice beyond the cold request.

You smirk, knowing how far you can push the boy to his limits, "Do it yourself."

He shakes his head and tugs the t-shirt off from his arms, throwing it aimlessly to the floor. There is not a single person in the world that could make him melt like you did, make him so transfixed that he forgot about everything else in the world.

He kneels on the bed below the spread of your legs and reaches his thick, long fingers up to pull down the cotton cover, letting it dip to reveal your breasts. Rafe ducks down and kisses each one of them, soft, letting his breath dance over your hardening nipples. He feels your hand stop moving beneath him, reaching to grip at his biceps instead.

"Did I tell you to stop?" He glances up at you, eyes glazed with a dark lust.

You fight back a moan and move your hand back down to your pussy, rubbing slowly at your clit once again and still holding Rafe's bicep with your free hand.

He keeps moving further down your torso, his knees nudging your legs further apart.

"You stop when I tell you to stop, angel."

Eventually, the covers fall to your waist and he pulls it quickly over the rest of your legs, leaving you completely exposed underneath his gaze. It sent goosebumps all over your skin, the cold of the air giving nothing to the tingling heat he had his control over.

His head is mere inches from your heat, his eyes following every single move of your hand, transfixed on the way your middle finger dips into you slowly, curling at the angle he knew drove you crazy.

"Good girl," The words come from deep within him, his breath fanning over your skin as he presses soft and lingering kisses to your thighs. The closer he gets to your pussy, the harsher his kisses become, sucking and biting at the skin on your upper thigh until he knows it will leave a permanent mark - a reminder to himself for days to come that you belonged to him and only him.

"Rafe, baby," You whimper, "I need you."

"I know baby," He assures you, large fingers sprawling over your thighs and gripping them in his hold.

With that, he tugs your legs towards him just a little until his face is practically buried between them, nose nudging your hand away from yourself so his mouth can take its place. With both of your hands now free, he uses both of his hands to guide them up above your head;

"Keep them there for me, darling."

You grip onto the back of the headboard, needing to ground yourself into the feeling as his tongue flicks over your wetness, like he's lapping at the juices. He lets it dance over your clit in the way he knew drove your crazy, the right amount of pressure that left you craving more. He was practically ravenous with it, dipping his tongue lower into your pussy and toying at the entrance, feeling every part of the desire you had only for him.

"Rafe, don't stop," You whimper, turning into a moan as he draws up the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles as if he knew every part of what your body was craving, "Fuck, don't stop."

It's like a growl that releases from him, vibrating over your pussy as his finger doesn't give up in its relentless torture.

"I need you to hold on for me, okay baby?" He encourages in the second that he lets himself be pulled away from your vulva, "Want to watch you come undone on my cock."

You see the way his hips drive themselves a little into the mattress, craving the indescribable feeling of your pussy stretched tight around him.

"Now, Rafe," You manage to mumble out, breathless and heart beating rapidly, "I need you, now."

Who would he be to say no to you? To that heavenly tone and the way your eyes practically plead with him.

He draws himself away from your pussy and brings his thumb, now dampened by your juices to the 'o' shape of your lips. You take it in and suck it clean, letting him drag it over your bottom lip as he watches you with the concoction of love and lust only you could give him.

"My angel," He grins, hooking a leg underneath yours and flipping you over in one swift motion so that you can straddle his hips, "Be a good girl and ride my dick for me."

You line your pussy up over his thick, waiting cock and take it in one hand, letting the tip graze over your hole before pushing yourself down onto it. It forces a whimper from your lips instantly, pressing your hands onto his muscular chest to brace yourself. Rafe grunts at the long awaited feeling, letting you adjust to his size before guiding his hands to your waist to move on top of him. You drag your hips slowly up and down, knowing by now it wouldn't take long for either of you to reach your high and wanting to savour the feeling for as long as possible.

Rafe sits up and sprawls his hands over your back, pulling you into him tightly, "Fuck, you were made for me, angel."

You moan and throw your head back as you draw your body up and down, up and down. He takes the opportunity, sucking on the exposed skin of your neck and leaving a mark to match the one he'd already painted on your thigh.

"Do you want to cum for me, darling?"

The words drive you crazy, whimpering in agreement when your words fail you.

"I need your words, angel."

"Yes, fuck, yes, Rafe."

He smirks against your neck and lifts his hips up from the bed to pick you both up and turn you over, laying your back lay flush against the sheets once again. His hands grip your waist and your nails dig marks into his biceps as he picks up the unrelenting pace. His cock feels like it pushes into you further with every thrust, catching the spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

"Okay, cum for me, baby," He whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as your high draws closer.

You slip one arm down from his arm and twist at the discarded sheets, arching your back away from the mattress and drawing you closer to him as your head drops back against the pillows. You release the built up scream from deep inside you as your climax tumbles through you, toes curling from the release.

The sight is angelic to him, Rafe watching you come undone around him, from him. He grips your hand from the sheets and holds it high above your head, thrusting into you through your high, drawing it out like he never wants it to end. His groan rumbles in the hot air between you as his high follows soon after yours, releasing his thick load and painting your walls.

"Fuck," He groans his pace slowing down, still pushing his cum into you as his gaze drops to watch the way he draws in and out of you.

You bring your hand up and brush your fingers through his short hairs, drawing his gaze back up to his eyes, "So you might be late to work..." You giggle, your throat scratchy.

Rafe grins and drops his forehead to your shoulder, "You'll be the death of me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

You hum against him and rub a hand at the back of his neck, another thing that you knew drove him insane.

"Likewise, Rafe Cameron."

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dantesunbreaker · 8 months

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All Eyes on Me (NSFW: Papa Emeritus IV x Transmale Reader)

As a transmasc person with major chest dysphoria, even after top surgery, I struggle with being exposed to anyone in an intimate way! So if anyone else feels the same, this is for you! That being said this could also be read as being pre top surgery.

You and Copia have been together for a few months, but something keeps holding you back from taking the relationship to the next level. But don't worry, Papa is there to put all your fears to rest. (5.7K Words)

As you check the time once more, tired of waiting, you almost consider deciding to just call the night in early. It was a night of grand ceremonious celebration. All in honor of Papa Emeritus IV, the former Cardinal Copia. Your sweet, lovable Copia. The very Copia that with reassurance in the form of a peck on the lips sent you off to his chambers with the vow to be there to join you shortly. Promises of a night of relaxation, watching Netflix or playing video games in each other's company. That was two hours ago.

Of course you can’t really say this is exactly unexpected. Copia, despite all his quirky charm, is and always will be a horrible judge of time. Knowing you would have plenty of time to kill, your first move upon entering the Papal suite was to take advantage of Copia’s luxurious tub. Frilly soaps and oils included. Sure, you know that if you were to ask, Copia would gladly let you make use of the tub anytime you so desired. But it was far more thrilling to feel that you were getting away with something secret.

After the water had lost its relaxing heat, you pulled the plug to let the water drain and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around yourself before making your way to the wardrobe. Though your relationship with Copia was fairly fresh, around only four months or so, you already spent more of your time in his suite than in your own quarters. You have two drawers in the dresser dedicated completely for your clothing. Which is where you pull fresh undergarments and clothes from. A pair of well worn gray sweats and an oversized shirt that hangs just past your hips. Cozy. Comfortable.

That all accounted for the first hour spent in wait. For your next portion of time you took to the cages in the far corner of the room. Copia’s sweet and precious little babies. You could say you probably love those rats just as much as Copia. It is your favorite nightly routine to feed the little pack, taking each of them out for their own little cuddle session. Though, you hate to admit, you always give special attention to your own personal baby.

Copia had come to your room one day, hands behind his back as he nervously shifted from foot to foot before thrusting a chunky siamese rat out towards you. I saw this little friend and thought of you and...I thought maybe you might like a little critter friend of your own? You always chuckle at the memory of Copia’s stammering, even as you took your child from his hands. And ever since, you’ve had your sweet little Gouda.

But once the rats are fed, after Gouda has fallen asleep on your chest, you give him one last gentle pat on the head before returning him to his hammock. You are restless. Officially out of productive tasks to occupy the time. And thus you find yourself plopped unceremoniously on the couch scrolling through your phone, constantly checking the time. How much longer does Papa need to entertain guests? But just as you rise from the couch, giving up to retreat to the bed, you hear the subtle click of the door opening.

“Amore?” The soft hum of Copia’s voice has you leaping across the floor just as the door swings open enough for him to step through.

Not even two seconds pass as the door shuts before you are throwing yourself straight into Copia’s chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around you at the impact. Though you have slightly knocked the wind out of him, Copia gives a warm laugh before leaning in to greet you with a kiss.

A soft pop sounds off as you break apart. “Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Copia gives a sheepish smile, gazing down into your eyes in a silent plea for forgiveness.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

Visible tension seems to instantly drop off Copia’s shoulders as he gives a sigh, eyes closing as he presses his forehead against yours. Adoration warms your heart as you slide your hands under his sparkling golden jacket, slowly pushing it off his shoulders. Space is made between you, Copia watching you with a fond smile as you take the expensive coat to hang it back inside the wardrobe with the others. When you turn back around, Copia is unbuttoning his vest with his back to you.

You wrap your arms around Copia’s middle, hands splayed across his soft tummy as you press your face against his back. With a warm laugh, Copia turns in your arms to capture your lips in a heated kiss that leaves you melting. Paint is surely transferring from his lips to yours, but you can hardly find it in yourself to care. Especially not when Copia pushes forward, backing you both up until your back hits the wall with a dull thud. Gloved hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. But they don’t stay there long. Instead Copia’s hands travel down the length of your body, hooking around you and pulling you flush against him. Your hips grind together in a way that has you panting against his mouth whenever you part for breath, heart beating faster with excitement. In all the months together, you and Copia had never gotten past this point. You want this. You want him. But... Something always stops you.

Really, you do want this, more than anything you want to be with your sweet Copia in the most intimate way possible. But fear has a death’s clutch around your heart. What would he think when he saw you laid out bare, when he saw you for what you truly are. Would he think you a freak like so many had before? Just the thought is nearly enough to shatter you.

As Copia gives a teasing nibble to your bottom lip, you whine and place both hands square against his chest and give a solid push to create space between you. Instantly his lips pull from yours and his frantic eyes lift to read your expression.

“Did I misread, caro?” Copia’s eyes turn soft with concern, yet he fidgets nervously with his hands as he takes an extra step back to give you more room. “Do you not want this?” You can almost hear the unspoken question: you do not want him. Of course you want him.

Despite being the leader of a Satanic church, Copia is far too sweet and innocent for his own good. You wish that you could personally slap Nihil and every other person that ever made this man feel anything other than loved and cherished. He deserves so much more. More than you think you could ever provide.

“No!” You shout too quickly, immediately realizing that for the mistake it is as Copia begins to pull further away. “No, wait,” you grab at his wrists to hold him in place. “I mean, no you didn’t read anything wrong. Just.. I guess you could say that I am..afraid.”

Before you can even blink an eye you are wrapped tight in Copia’s embrace, head tucked carefully under his chin. Surrounded by everything that is him. The steady thump of his heart seems to sing you a soothing melody that settles your nerves.

“There is nothing to be afraid of, topolino,” Copia hums softly before pulling back to look into your eyes. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, si?” A silent nod is his answer. “So tell me amore mio, what bothers you? Tell Papa so he may put those fears to rest.”

Insecurity has you mumbling out your next words, hoping the attempt alone would be enough and Copia would not press the issue further. A futile effort.

“What was that, amore?” So pure and innocent, Copia leans down and tilts an ear in your direction in an attempt to hear better. Clueless you had purposely spoken so softly. “You will have to speak up, caro. Unfortunately my hearing is not quite what it used to be.”

You let out a long and loud sigh, closing both eyes tight and squeezing Copia’s hands in a near vice like grip. It’s now or never. The point of no return. Sending a silent prayer to the Dark Lord below, you open your eyes and prepare for the fantasy world you have been living in to come crumbling down.

“C... I’m not like other guys,” you speak slowly and try to focus on anything other than those heterochromatic eyes that watch you with great interest. Copia opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly cut him off before you lose your courage. “I know what you want to say: that is why you love me and not them. But it’s more than just that Copia. I.. I uh...I wasn’t born like this,” with a frown you release one of his hands to vaguely gesture down at your body. You wipe a stray tear away before it can travel too far. “I wasn’t born a boy. I wasn’t raised as a boy. I.. I don’t have..” You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, but you motion to the space between your legs.

Silence stretches on for an uncomfortable amount of time. Anxiously worried, you dare to sneak a glance up at the face of the man before you. You watch his mouth open and close repeatedly as if somehow it would make the words come easier to him. It is almost like you can see the gears and cogs turning in his head to fully process what you have said. But then Copia’s eyes go wide as a small gasp of understanding slips out. Hands reach out to you, wrapping around you to pull you back into his chest. One hand cradles the back of your neck, keeping you close to him while the other rests on the small of your back.

“Oh amore,” Copia’s voice is unlike you have ever heard before, holding you so close as if he were afraid you would suddenly fly away. “Nothing about your body could ever change the way I feel about you. I do not care about, oh how do they say it - what parts you have. You are perfect just the way you are. Please, never again be afraid of how I will think of your body. It will always be the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes upon.”

Copia carefully pulls away just enough so that he may look down upon your face. Your eyes are wide and threatening to spill over with a heavy current of tears. But the soft leather of Copia’s gloves meets your cheeks as his thumbs brush the tears away before they have a chance to fall.

“Will you allow me to show you how beautiful and handsome you truly are, amore mio?” Your face remains cradled in his hands as his eyes carefully study your face, watching for even the faintest hint of doubt or discomfort. Licking your suddenly dry lips, you give a quick nod. “Words, caro. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes,” you are surprised by the sultry huskiness of your own voice. “I want you to show me. I want you, Copia.”

Lips immediately come crashing upon your own, teeth biting at your bottom lip until you allow Copia’s tongue to invade your mouth. Firm hands grab ahold of your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh and drag you flush against Copia’s own hips. Feeling the firm bulge pressing against you has you sighing out a breathless moan against Copia’s mouth. But you want more. No, you NEED more. Grabbing a fistful of soft graying hair, you pull him impossibly deeper into the searing kiss. Nothing has ever felt so exhilarating. Yet all too soon you feel Copia pulling away, a thin string of saliva briefly bridging the gap between you before it breaks away.

With hair disheveled, cheeks flushed a near glowing shade of pink beneath his now smudged paints, Copia stares into you with eyes clouded over with lust. But you can still see the questions in his gaze. Are you still okay with this? Does he need to take it slower? You’re fisting his shirt in desperation to pull him back to you. Copia’s shallow laugh tells you his concerns have been put to rest as he slides his hands to circle around the upper part of your arms.

“Perhaps,” Copia begins softly, massaging your arms to ground you in the moment. “We should take this to somewhere a bit more cozy, si?”

“Yes, please take me to bed Papa,” it’s a tease using Copia’s official title like that, knowing that it drives him wild.

Emboldened, Copia lets out a near growl of a moan as he is suddenly lifting you by the back of the thighs, carrying you towards his bed. Giggles escape you, aroused by the display of strength yet also worrying that your poor old man is going to hurt himself. You aren’t exactly tiny.

"Papa, don't hurt yourself!" It squeaks past your lips just as you are being thrown onto the bed. Your back hits the mattress and bounces, once, twice, before you settle into the silk sheets.

But Copia is having none of that. Tonight he feels young and in his prime, ready to go absolutely feral as he ravages your body. Only you can make him feel this way. With bated breath, you gaze up at him from your spot amongst the pillows. There is an undeniable hunger held behind those striking eyes. Looking like a predator stalking its prey, Copia crawls the length of the bed to settle himself between your parted thighs. Heat pools at your core, desperation and need leaving you keening as Copia closes the space between you.

Lips are on you, fiery and urgent. Teeth graze with gentle teasing swipes at your lips as Copia keeps from setting any particular rhythm or pace. Strong hands start at your face, cupping your jaw and holding you to him as he flicks his tongue into your mouth. Massaging soft circles into your tongue with his own. But Copia doesn’t stop there. No. His hands travel down to your waist, giving a firm squeeze to the soft supple flesh that has you arching up into him.

Locked in your heated kiss, Copia reaches for the hem of your shirt, slowly easing it up over your waist. But your breath catches in your throat as you're suddenly clutching at his hands. Startled, Copia pulls away from the kiss, hands held up in a display of surrender and looks at you with wide scared eyes.

"Have I done something wrong, amore?" You hate seeing that look of uncertainty in those beautiful dual colored eyes.

You're smoothing your shirt back down before you can bring yourself to answer, guilt eating you at the thought of scaring Copia into thinking he had done something wrong. He wasn't the issue. He could never be the issue. Just...why couldn't you be normal?

"No, C, you didn't do anything wrong," you worry your bottom lip between your teeth as your hands stay wrangled in the bottom edge of your shirt. "Just uh, can the shirt stay on? Please?"

It's almost just as heart shattering to see the look of pure adoration he gives you as he leans in to cup your cheeks.

"Of course! Anything to make you feel safe and comfortable amore mio," Copia punctuates his statement with a soft grazing kiss to your lips. "Whatever you require of me to do or not to do you have but to ask. In this bed, Papa is but a servant to you and only you. You are the temple at which I worship."

Had your cheeks not already been flushed, they certainly were now. There isn't a single time before this man that you have ever felt so desired by another person. None have ever made you feel so much while saying so little.

"Now let us try again, si?" He waits for your silent nod.

One hand stays to hold your cheek while the other once more travels back down your body. Moving past your waist, past your shirt, Copia instead palms your thigh and tucks it up against him. Tilting your head to the side, Copia begins to assault your neck with feverish kisses. With a moan you thread your fingers through his thick locks and hold him close to you.

Copia waits until your head is thrown back, drunk off the feeling of his lips and tongue on you before he moves back to the hem of your shirt. Although he moves his fingers underneath the fabric once again, you remain calm. You trust him. And instead of sliding the piece of clothing up, Copia instead hooks into the waist of your pants. Though still a tad bit apprehensive, you let the man above you slowly reveal you inch by inch.

Just before Copia unveils your most intimate of parts, he pulls back from your reddened lips to watch your eyes. His breathing is heavy, once slick combed back hair tousled and flicked out at the sides. Once clear black and white lines of paint are now smudged into a blend of gray around his lips and cheeks. You don't think Copia has ever looked better than at this moment.

"Are you sure you are ready for this, amore?" He is giving you an out. Though you know Copia would stop at a moment's notice if you were to express discomfort, you know he wants you to have this one final moment of clarity. One last time to pull away with a clear head.

"Yes, C, I need you now," one of your hands slides up to trace over the buttons of his shirt. With only a few precise movements, you manage to open the top three buttons, exposing Copia's neck and collarbone.

That's all Copia needs before both sweatpants and underwear are ripped down past your knees. Hungry eyes stay locked with yours as Copia settles back on his knees, taking one leg into his lap at a time. Gentle hands raise your calf level with his chin, leaning in, pressing open mouth kisses along the length of your leg as he pulls the limb free from its cloth prison. Teeth nip playfully at the sensitive skin around your knees in a way that has you nearly kicking Copia in the head in a knee jerk reaction while you let out a half gasping moan. Teasing bastard. Your other leg gets the same treatment, if not even more as Copia pays extra attention to the thick muscle of your inner thigh. Sucking and biting in one particular spot to the point you are sure it will still bare the marks come morning.

It feels like your heart stops as those eyes flick up to fix you with a dangerous gaze. Copia looks ravenous, stalking up your body, parting your legs wide enough for him to settle between them. Face hovering just above the juncture of your thighs. Just the feeling of his breath tickling your hot sensitive skin has you writhing and desperate for more.

“Amore,” Copia waits until your eyes can hold focus on him, keeping his body from connecting with you just yet. With a huff of breath, you bite your bottom lip and try to ignore the throbbing in your core. “If I do anything, touch anywhere that you do not like you must tell me, si? Tonight is all about your pleasure. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Before you can let out the breath you had been holding, Copia’s mouth is suddenly upon you. With tongue flat and wide, Copia gives one slow saint bernard lick up the length of your entrance. Your thighs attempt to snap closed of their own accord. But firm hands hold them open wide and down with an iron-like grip. Lapping gently at your folds, Copia coaxes you closer and closer to the mind shattering bliss you now so desperately crave.

When your aching bundle of nerves is enveloped in the soft warm heat of Copia’s mouth you are nearly in tears, crying out as you grab at his hair as if it were a life line. Unsure if you want to pull him closer or to push him away, you simply just hold Copia in place, as if his hair were a set of reins. Copia grins into your sex, sucking on your length as if his life depended on it. Your hips arch up as you pull down, forcing him to take more of you into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, C!” With your head thrown back, you moan out from the pleasure he gives you. But too soon it all feels like too much.

Copia is already pulling off you with an obscene pop before you think to even warn him about the oversensitivity crashing over you. Always one step ahead of knowing what you need. Dropping your gaze, you watch a thin river of drool cascade down his chin as he slides one hand off your hip.

“You’re so big, amore,” Copia gives gentle praise to the effect hormones have taken on your body. One hand lifts to his mouth, teeth pulling free his glove before it’s tossed across the room. “And your taste, simply divine.”

Without much warning, Copia’s hand traces up the drenched seam of your entrance, gathering up a liberal amount of your juices. And then one digit slides knuckle deep inside in a fraction of a second.Your mouth gapes open in a noiseless moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion. Releasing your hold on him, you flop back onto the mattress as if you were suddenly dead weight. Giving an experimental pump of his finger, Copia moves up your body. Resting his weight on one elbow, Copia hovers over you to watch your face twist in pleasure as he stretches you open.

Nearly drunk off the noises you make, Copia dares to add a second finger to your sopping wet heat, delighted by the squeal you give as you’re fisting the sheets below you. You take all he gives you so well. Leaning in, Copia nuzzles into your neck before his teeth lightly sink in, quickly soothing the pain away with soft laps of his tongue. Keening under Copia and his careful ministrations, you feel that all too familiar coil inside you threatening to snap.

“Oh, C,” you try to moan to him. “I’m..I’m close, please!”

Copia captures your lips in a branding kiss. Silencing your further moans, his fingers move faster in and out of your accepting body. Curling upwards, the tips of his fingers drag along your inner ridges in a way that has you bucking against him. You aren’t sure how much more you can take. But then Copia adds a third finger and you feel the tension in your body snap. You’re screaming against Copia’s mouth, hips bucking wildly as he continues to work you through your orgasm. Only when you are in tears from the delicious overstimulation does Copia finally take mercy and halt his movements, letting you lay boneless against the pillows.

Nothing has ever felt so good yet so torturous. You want more. You need more. But as you manage to flutter your eyes open and look up at Copia, you suddenly realize the playing field is unfair.

“This,” when you can will your limbs to move again you’re reaching up to tug at Copia’s shirt, feeling he is far too overdressed for the occasion. “Off. Now.”

A breathy laugh leaves him, but Copia pulls back to obey your command. Though you mourn the loss as Copia carefully slips his fingers from your heat, you are eager to receive whatever he gives you next.

“So demanding. You really shouldn’t let this power go to your head,” Copia teases as he sits up, undoing the rest of his buttons under your warm gaze. “But did that feel good, caro? Was it good to let Papa take care of you?”

Playfully, you knock your knee into his side. Copia sometimes needs his ego to be stroked.

“You know I did, Papa,” you watch Copia’s every movement with great interest, hands reaching out to caress his soft belly the moment it is exposed to you. “If someone hadn’t been stifling my noises, you sure would have been hearing me screaming your name.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed the way Copia seems to puff out his chest at your praise. Confidence boosted, Copia shucks off his shirt with what you assume is meant to be a sexual shimmy of his shoulders. You love it when your Copia feels himself. Displaying that same confident energy he uses to command the stage on tour.

"Don't worry amore mio, you will have another chance to scream my name," Copia palms his aching bulge through the fabric of his pants. Your eyes are trained on the noticeable wet spot there.

With a painfully slow pace, Copia unties the laces of his rat bitten pants, loosening the top few strings until the waist is loose enough to sag from his hips. Copia has gone without wearing underwear this evening. So as soon as Copia wiggles the pants down his thighs, his heavy erection springs out towards you. Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen pink tip. You can see the visible throb as Copia notices the way you trace the length of him with ravenous eyes.

Leaning forward, you wrap a soft hand around Copia's shaft and give one smooth gentle tug. The skin is velvet soft and warm to the touch. A hiss comes from Copia, letting you give him another light stroke before he is pulling your hands off him and fixing you with a peculiar look.

"Ah amore," Copia's cheeks flush a soft shade of pink and there is a sheepish quality to his voice. "I'm afraid as good as that feels, I don't think I will last if I let you continue."

Though you give Copia a pout, it doesn't stay on your face long. You watch him ease back to hang off the foot of the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling his pants the rest of the way off. His thighs. Oh how you love those thighs. As he crawls back up the bed, you are reaching to drag your blunt nails along the thick muscles and delight as you watch them tense and contract.

"Amore mio," Copia calls to you, sharp and stern. "Look at me."

Your eyes travel up to meet his mismatched gaze, his white iris seeming to glow in the dim light. The look he gives you floats the line somewhere between being soft and gentle, and being harsh and commanding.

"You are the single most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon,” sweet and tenderly, Copia cups your jaw with one hand as he settles on his knees once more between your thighs. “All I see in front of me is a strong handsome man. Never will I see you as anything less. Do you understand that, amore?”

Fat happy tears well up in the corners of your eyes but are quickly swept away by Copia the moment they fall. You throw an arm around the back of Copia’s neck and pull him into you for a kiss full of as much love as you can possibly put into it. It is all encompassing. In this moment there was nothing besides just you and Copia and the love that you share. When you pull away, both gasping and sucking in deep breaths of air, Copia leans his forehead against yours.

“Now, can you please fuck my brains out, C?” Your eyes are closed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against Copia’s as you slide a hand down between your bodies. Again your hand wraps around his erection, positioning the tip at your still drenched entrance.

Copia is gasping as he gives an instinctual buck of his hips, sinking an inch into your welcoming heat before he can stop himself. It is as if he needs a moment to collect himself with how he remains still as a rock. But then he gives a moan and drops to his elbows just above you.

“Amore,” Copia lets out with a long drawn out moan, snapping his hips forward. You let out a sharp shriek as he is suddenly fully seated inside you, but he stops there. “Feels so fucking good."

Saying Copia is big is a bit of an understatement. The stretching of your inner walls to accommodate his girth is borderline unbearable, even after the work he put into prepping you first. It’s a burning sensation that starts where your bodies are joined, but it quickly becomes a pleasant warmth that radiates out to the rest of your body. All the way to even your fingertips, it feels as if your nerve endings are set ablaze. But the fire doesn’t burn, instead it brings unyielding pleasure.

A slow and steady pace is set, a gentle drag that has you feeling Copia’s each and every ridge. Soon the subtle ache of pain becomes a strong throbbing need for more. Desperate to feel Copia deeper, harder, you tilt your hips up to meet him. He gets the message. Picking up the pace, Copia bucks his hips to push himself deeper into you. An arm wraps around the back of your head, pulling you to bury your face into the shelter that is the crook of Copia's neck. You breathe him in. Bourbon and amber, a sweet and warm oaky caramel scent that is entirely Copia. Surrounded in everything that is Copia, his scent, the soft yet solid frame of his body caging you in, even the gentle moans and gasps he breathes out above you. It is impossible to tell where he starts and you end.

“C! Oh fuck, please,” you are losing yourself, arms thrown around Copia with nails digging shallow welts into his back. “Harder! Please fuck me harder!”

Something seems to snap in Copia. With a feral growl Copia grabs both your legs with a bruising strength and throws them up so your ankles are hooked over the back of his shoulders. You find you are far more flexible than you thought, not an ounce of discomfort as Copia has you nearly folded in half with his weight holding you down. The next snap of Copia’s hips tears a scream from you that leaves your throat sore. You can feel him deeper than ever. Each pounding thrust has Copia reaching deep enough you swear that you feel him pushing against your guts to create a dull ache. But the pleasure has you seeing stars.

Sweat clings to both your bodies, sliding against each other smoothly. That familiar coil is tightening. You can’t find a way to bring words out of your mouth, too consumed by all your senses being overwhelmed with the pleasure Copia is giving you. But Copia can read you better than even yourself.

“You are close amore, si?” Copia asks in a grunt between thrusts, eyes locked with yours. He himself is close to his own end, but he is desperate to ensure you reach yours first before he can consider his own pleasurable release. At your nod he gives a cocky smile. “Come on, you can do it. Cum for me amore!”

Doubling his efforts, Copia reaches a hand down between your bodies and strokes you in time with each thrust of his hips. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you're babbling out nonsensical sounds of pure bliss. It’s all too much, yet not at all enough. There is no subtle build up of your orgasm, no soft long drawn out pleasure that increases exponentially. No, you abruptly reach the edge of the cliff and you are immediately thrown straight into the depths.

“Copia!” You scream his name so loud you wouldn’t even be surprised if it echoed down the halls just outside Copia’s chambers. Every muscle in your body contracts, squeezing Copia tight and refusing to let go.

Feeling your walls flutter around him, Copia lets out a pained moan as your nails break the skin of his back. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible. Then you reach up in a blind haze and bite into Copia’s collarbone. He is lost. Copia cums with a beautiful sob as he continues to give shallow thrusts. It feels like white hot lava spurting into you, but you can’t get enough of it.

As you finally come down from your peak, you release Copia from your mouth and flop bonelessly back onto the bed. Every muscle in your body aches. Yet it is pleasant. Something you think you could get far too used to. Copia’s forehead drops to your shoulder as he pants, pulling his softening cock from your body, eliciting a soft hiss from both of you. An aftershock throb has you feeling a stream of Copia’s cum dripping out of you.

Placing a soft kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and a brief one to your lips, Copia is considerate enough to lift himself and shift to the side before he drops to the mattress like a sack of potatoes.

His head turns on the pillows to fix you with a tired, warm gaze. “That was good, si?”

“Of course,” you give an almost drunken smile, softly carding your fingers through Copia’s hair. “Couldn’t have asked for any better.”

“Good, good,” Copia keeps smiling, but his eyes close while burying himself deeper into the comfort of the bed. “ Now, amore mio... do you think you could fetch the heating pad for Papa?” One eye opens to peek sheepishly at you. Seems I may have overestimated my own limits.”

You can’t help the giggle that leaves you, but you are shifting to roll off the bed nevertheless.

“Anything for you, C,” but you can’t resist a slap to Copia’s exposed ass, earning a sharp squeal as you saunter past in search of said heating pad. Yeah, you certainly felt attractive and definitely could get used to this.

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Seriously one of the most confounding things in the world is pop-Christian moralizing.

"Is ASMR ok for Christians?? 🤨🤔😧" I'm not sure in what world it would be sinful to listen to soothing brushing, ocean sounds, and tapping, yet someone felt the need to ask the question, and someone else felt the need to make a YouTube video answering it. (I didn't watch it, so I don't know the verdict, but somehow you're trusting the verdict to a rando on YouTube and not Discernment from God?)

"Christian facials" because having a hot towel on your face and putting on serum is in any way aligned with a religion or lack thereof, and therefore needs to/even Can be made Christian?

"Christian-friendly sex positions" and the only difference is it's stick figures instead of realistic drawings, and instead of male/female or penetrator/receiver, it's husband/wife. Because you know those goofy health-book illustrations were distracting you from the righteous goal at hand: eating your girl out. But you can't call her your girl, you have to make it clear to everyone seeing you have sex (which... is just the 2 of you, right?) that you're having Good and Not Sinful sex, because you, a Husband, are Married to your Wife. Side note: the stick figures actively make it harder to figure out the intricacies of any of the positions and therefore are objectively shittier at doing what they're made to do.

Christian soap, christian mints, christian calendars, christian music, christian curtains, christian fiction, christian restaurants, christian news, christian shops. There are things in the world that are OK being secular. The fact that your soap does not have an icthus sign etched in that washes away in 3 days anyway does not make you a bad person, or even a bad christian. Your home does not need something Christian™️ in every room for people (or yourself!) not to forget you're christian... I assume?

The king who must say he is king, etcetera. This kind of mindset is so boggling to me, and reeks of nominative faith and deeeeep insecurity. Retail therapy but instead of buying temporary happiness you're buying temporary grace. Being so beholden to the dogma of organized religion that you go to any person feigning authority on the subject rather than using your own brain to make a decision. The idea that things can only be okay to interact with if they're explicitly christian, as though interacting with it as a christian doesn't inherently put it through a christian lens; as though you can only get things trickled down to you from church authority figures with robust enough constitutions to judge what's ok for you because you don't have the ability to think critically; as though you should stay away from what's "sinful" rather than, LIKE JESUS, be able to go into it and be a good example; as though instead of learning to be capable of handling it, you should be as weak to sin as possible; as though you have to go through the world with kid gloves because touching something dirty would soil your soul (which, of course this implies, is sparkling - impossible, arrogant, and kind of denying God, lol [actually, not lol, I'm expanding on that. Denying God by refusing to admit your own sin. Denying God by refusing his grace because you won't admit your own sin. Denying God by acting like his power couldn't absolve something as simple as being exposed to sin, let alone if you did end up making a miatake. Denying God by keeping yourself in Good Christian spaces and not being there for people who need outside help. There's more but I digress]).

Also, the childish áffect of refusing to say things as they are because that would be bad, but referring to it in euphamism is fine - or, transversely, that using colloquialisms is bad, but medical speak is fine, depending on what breed of crackpot christian you're dealing with. "Hanky-panky" just say sex. "Adult drinks" just say wine, beer, liquor. "Flower" for the love of all that is holy just say vulva/vagina/virginity. "Breasts" is fine to describe your chest but "boobs" is not. You can say "buttocks" but not "butt". Discussing bathroom activities is decisively not cool but if utterly necessary you must say "urine" and "feces" because pee and poop are too pedestrian.

Like, entire side tangent, but the weirdly widespread christian-ism of not discussing things frankly or discussing them super detachedly, but both preferring to never discuss them at all, regarding anything "potentially sinful" or "not spiritually uplifting" (usually boiling down to "anything physical") is so whack to me. Do not discuss your period, even in female spaces, because it's tmi. Don't talk about your health issues if they're not Clean enough subjects, even as something to pray about (like breast/prostate cancer, shitting diseases). Don't ever talk about your sex life except to wiggle your eyebrows at your kids when they're old enough. Don't hug your male friends, daughter. Don't play with your little cousins, son. Sex is so so bad but everything is about it, actually. Sex is so so great which is why you should feel guilty about ever wanting it. All nudity is sexual. Dress so they know you're a woman but also that you're a lady. Fart jokes are not allowed. You must remember that all men are looking at you with lust at all times but you can't hold that against them. All things that get you sweaty or muddy are bad. Hair on women is unnatural but just dandy for men, except we can't talk about pubic hair so you're just going to have to figure out on your own if it's less sinful to not think about your vag enough to do anything to it or to ensure you're free of all sinful hair. Here's how to do makeup in a god-honoring way, because you couldn't know on your own, and you must both jump through this hoop to be acceptable to your men but not have enough fun and personal expression with it for it to become anything other than a chore. It is wrong to kill, which is why we support the troops. We are supposed to help the poor, which is why I drive past the beggars that are dirty and ragged and smelly. We are supposed to celebrate God with our bodies, which is why my most spiritually moved state equates to slightly raising my arms.

I can't close this post without including my oft-quoted favorite example of this weird-ass pop-Christian phenomenon translating to real-life people in real-time thoughts: my mom saying she had to take into account "which ice cream flavor is most glorifying to God" at a froyo shop. Either it's raspberry, or she chose sin that day.

#to be SLIGHTLY fair to my mom she was trying to give an example of ''having God as priority 1 all the time'' to middle school me #Who thought (correctly) that there are plenty of things which God has no direction relation to or care towards #What color you wear or what sandwich you eat having no impact on your relationship to God #And mom tried to illustrate that it's about the intention to be mindful of God 24/7 by using the most batshit method available #thus cementing my point and giving me the best example of the effects of this thing to date #christianity #christian #theology #in which I read a book with a really problematic fanbase #religion #So much of ''christian'' culture is alien to me... so much of it I hate with a deep fervor...#I will raise my kids to be okay with the fact that they are physical beings with bodies #I will raise them to make their decisions themselves based on their own interpretations and direction #And I will raise them to know that the world will not sully them without their consent - that to be good does not mean to be free of sin -#and that they take from the world what they bring to it and can face ''bad'' things without turning to stone

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crazyf0rswayze · 8 months

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Dallas: I'll Make it Up!!

Can you do dally of when he forgets about a date and forgets about the reader so than she goes to Darry’s house and sees him and they make up aka smut

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of being submissive vs dominant.

Y/N POV

It was our monthly date night...and he forgot. How could he forget!? It's the same day every month! The third Friday of the month! I'm all dolled up. A new dress, a different style of makeup and he's a half hour late. He's never ever this late. He forgot. I decide to go over to Darry's house instead to talk to him. We've been friends for a little bit, and that's how I met Dallas. He has always been there to talk to, and he gives pretty good advice. It takes a few minutes to walk over to his house and when I get there....Dallas is having a full blown conversation with Johnny. I wouldn't have an issue with it if it weren't date night. There were three people in the house. Darry, Dally, and Johnny.

"Hey Y/n, what's up? How are you?" Darry asks from the kitchen.

"Fine" I mumble and walk over to the counter. I sit on it and Darry just looks at Dallas and then me.

"What's wrong?" He asks. His brows furrowed with concern.

"Dallas and I were supposed to have a date and he forgot. We had reservations and it's too late now" I say in a whisper. I was looking down at the ground, afraid to meet Darry's eyes thinking I might cry.

"Go talk to him" Darry replies whispering.

"No. He's talking to Johnny" I say

"Go say hi or something. Once you guys start talking I'll get out for a bit and bring Johnny with me. I'll meet up with Soda and Pony or something. Ok?" He explains. I'm looking at the floor still, so he leans down so his face blocks my view. He has a nice smile plastered on his face. I chuckle and look back up. Darry smiles again and walks back over to the other side of the kitchen to read the paper.

"Hey Dal" I say quietly.

"Hey doll. Why are you all dolled up?" Dallas asks.

"Hey Johnny. Let's um...let's meet up with the boys for some ice cream" Darry says.

"Sure! Bye Dallas. I'll see you tomorrow " Johnny says. He waves and walks out the door with Darry.

"Um....Dallas we had a date today. That's why I'm all dolled" I say, not looking in his eyes.

DALLAS'S POV

Shit...I'm complete forgot. How could I be so damn stupid!? It's the same every month!

"Baby! I'm so so sorry! I-I complete forgot. It slipped my mind. I-I'll make it up to you!" I say. I had never ever forgotten a date, and this definitely hurt her. And I didn't want her hurt. But I didn't really know how to make it up to her. Well.... I guess there is a way.

"How!? I was so excited for this date! Dallas how could you make it up!?" Y/n says. Her voice was a little angry, but she wasn't raising her voice, which was good...I guess.

"Well...we could start by taking this off" I say, reaching for the thin straps of her dress.

"You know I can't say no to that" she says, letting a smile spread across her beautiful face.

"But we can't fuck on one of the Curtis' beds"

"We can take their parents old room....or Sodapop's room because he sleeps with Pony"

"You lead the way" she says. I smile and grab her hand, taking her to their parents old room. Lots of the things were moved out, and put into storage, so it was quite empty.

Y/N POV

It was most certainly a little weird that we were about to have sex in their house, but God I needed him right here right now, and it was so weird. I was so mad at him and now I'm aching for him inside me. Dallas spun me around, bringing me away from my thoughts and back to reality. My back was to him.... He lifts my skirt up and feels me through my lace panties.

"Baby...you're very wet. Why is that?" He asks teasingly

"B-because you said you'd make it up to me...a-and I really like that we're going to do it this way" I say a little nervous.

"Good..." He says. He slowly unzips my dress, and it falls to the floor. I shudder at the cold air hitting my exposed breasts.

"No bra? Mmm" He says. He cups my breasts, and slowly starts to massage them. He starts to kiss my neck, leaving a hickey. I let out little whimpers as he nibbles at my sensitive skin.

"Dallas" I moan out.

"Yes darling?" He asks, pulling his head away from my neck.

"That feels nice...but can we do something else?" I ask softy.

"Of course darling. You tell me what you want. Tonight you can take charge" he says.

"How about you take your shirt and jeans of baby" I say. He steps away from me, and I hear him undo his buckle and pull his jeans down. He pulls his shirt off, and he walks back over.

"Is this better?" He asks. I could feel his warm body up against mine, and his bulge against my ass.

"Yes. Now...how about you get on your knees in front of me" I suggest. He walks in front of me, and slowly gets on his knees. He looks up at me....and he looked so submissive. It was so hot, and it most certainly made the pool in my underwear worse. He reaches for my panties, and pulls them off. They fall to my ankles, and I step forward, and away from them. His nose is right above my wetness. He reaches a hand up, and feels me again. I whimper at the feeling of his digits on me.

"So wet for me" he whispers, the warm air coming from his mouth hitting my pussy. I buck my hips forward, and hit his lips. I pull them back and Dallas leans forward and into me. He wraps his arms around my thighs, as his tongue connects with my arousal soaked cunt. I let out soft moans. He felt so good, and he always knew what I needed and how I wanted it. That's what I loved about him. His tongue went between my lips, and circled my clit before going back and teasing my entrance.

"Mmmm" I moan out. My one hand was massaging my breast and the other was tangled in Dally's hair. My head was tilted back in pleasure, and my eyes were closed for the same reason. One of Dallas's arms slowly departs from my leg, and goes to my pussy. Dallas pulls the tip of his tongue out of me, and replaces it with a finger. I let out a loud moan, and then Dallas adds another digit inside. I whimper and moan as he makes me feel good. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, and his tongue circles, sucks and nibbles on my clit. He hasn't done that before...he hasn't nibbled on me but it felt to damn good. Too good to keep my moans down. I was loudly moaning at all the sensations. Dallas hums into me, sending vibrations through my core.

"Dallas! Mmmm! You're making me feel so good!" I cry out. He hums again. I buck my hips and then pull them back. He starts to do everything a little faster, getting me closer and closer to my release. He's looking up at me with eyes full of love and full of the need to make me feel good. They could send me over the edge, and they did. My body starts to tremble and shake as I cum. Dallas quickly stands up, and holds my body with one hand, his other hand it's fingers still in me. He makes small little thrusts, almost unnoticeable, as I ride out my high. I lean into his body once I'm done, and he pets my hair.

"Good girl" he says. He finally pulls his fingers out of me, and they're coated with my juices. He lifts his hand up to my lips, and taps my lips. I open up my mouth, and he puts his digits in my mouth.

"Mmmmmm" I moan out as I taste myself. I suck on him, and I run my tongue on and between his fingers, cleaning them off. He looks at me with a mischievous smirk. He knew what he was doing, making me submissive again. I'm not sure I would let it happen though.... After a minute, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. I swallow every last bit of the juices in my mouth.

DALLAS'S POV

She was hot when she was all dominate. I'm not really a submissive guy but god she could change that and I loved that.

"I think I want you on the bed..." She says. I walk over to the bed and lie down. She comes over and straddles me, making me harder than ever. She takes my boxers off, throwing them to the side. Y/n takes my hard cock in her hands any slowly pumps it, speaking all my pre-cum all over my member.

"Dallas darling, do you have a condom?" She asks all hot.

"Y-yes. It's in my wallet. I can grab it if you'd like" I reply a little nervous for God knows why.

"No its ok" she says. She gets up, and walks over to my jeans, pulling my wallet out of them. She opens it up and takes a look

"Dallas Tucker Winston...aged 21?" she says, reading my ID.

"I almost forgot your middle name was Tucker...so cute. But why 21?" she says. Her voice gets all high pitched when she says cute, like she's talking to her dog. She fumbles through my wallet in the darkness, and finds the condom I keep in there. She walks back over too me, straddles me again, and opens up the condom. She rolls it on and I buck my hips up at her light touch. I needed more so badly.

"It says 21 so I can buy bee-" Y/n aligns my member with her entrance, and slowly slides down on it. The pleasure of her in me cuts me off. She lets out loud moans and whimpers as her hole gets stretched by my cock.

"Feel good?" I ask.

"Y-yes." She replies. She puts her hands on my stomach and puts her weight on my briefly before starting to go up and down on me. She moves her hands and puts them on my thighs so she can lean back in all her pleasure. She leans back slightly and knocks her head back. She starts off with slow bounces, and then starts going way faster. She's a loud moaning mess for me...

Y/N POV

It has been a little bit since Dallas and I had sex, so it felt better than it usually would because of waiting so long.

"Aaah. Dally it feels t-too good" I say. All Dallas does is place his hands on my hips, steadying me and helping me go up and down. After a little bit he moves one hand and rapidly starts to rub my clit. The pleasure was too much, but I still wanted to go so much longer.

"D-dallas can I please cum!?" I plead and whine

DALLAS'S POV

Even though she was very dominant right now, it was so hot to see her be submissive and ask to cum.

"Wait a little bit ok?"

Y/N POV

I was glad and mad he told me to wait because soon it would be too much. I could feels myself pulse and clench on him for a split second and go back to normal as I neared the edge.

"DALLY PLEASE I NEED TO CUM!" I yell and plead for his permission.

"Go darling! Come on, cum on my cock." He says as I start to cum. I completely lose myself and fall onto his perfect body to steady me. My head was knocked back and my back was arched so my stomach was pushed closer to his. He wraps his arms around my shaking body. I soon calm down, and he kisses my head.

"You did so good baby. Good girl" he coos. All I can do is hum.

"I have to get up. I have to clean you up baby." He says. I pout not wanting his cock to leave from inside of me. He smiles at me.

"Ok... fine" I say. I slowly get off him and plop next to him instead. He stand up and pulls his boxers back on.

"I'll be back ok?"

"Ok" I respond. I go under the covers and cozy up as I wait for Dally. He comes back quickly and kneels on the bed. He holding a towel. He slides his hands under the blanket and reaches my thigh, rubbing it.

"Open baby, I have to wipe you off" he says very sweetly. He was a very sweet guy when you got to know him.

"Ok" I say in a barley audible whisper. I open up my legs, and he slowly reaches over to my pussy. He wipes my juices with the damp towel and then pulls it away.

"Good girl" he coos. He takes his condom off, ties it, and throws it away. He then cleans his dick off with the towel. He crawls in bed with me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"You did so good tonight. I'm proud baby." Dally praises. God I loved it when he praised me.

"Thank you" I say

"Are you still mad at me" he asks

"Maybe...maybe just thiisss much" I say. I pinch my fingers together with about 3 centimeters between them.

"Ok...that's good" he says with a breathy chuckle. I look up at him and he kisses my lips.

"Let's get some sleep ok?"

"Ok" I say as I snuggle into him. I rest my head on his chest, and wrap my arms around his toned figure.

"I love you" I say

"I love you too" he says. I feel his kiss the top of my head as I close my eyes to sleep. I'm about to drift off when we hear the front door open

"WERE BACK! BUT YOU TOO CAN SLEEP" Darry calls out. I have a feeling he knows what we did....

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #fanfic #greaser #dallas winston smut #dallas winston #the outsiders smut #smut #kisses

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rowdyhughesy · 1 year

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i saw you were taking requests, so i have one (:

maybe like, jack gets down on one knee and asks y/n to be his fake date for a wedding he has to attend?

Cats and Wedding dates - J.Hughes

Thinking about doing a part 2, let me know what u guys think!

Jack was completely freaking out, with all the stress from the season he had forgotten about one of his family friends wedding. He’s known about it for months but it still slipped his mind and with forgetting about it he also forgot about getting a date.

Pacing back and forth in Nico’s living room he’s running his hands through his hair. “Jack calm down its not life or death if you don’t have a date.” The devils captain laughs from his place on the couch. Watching one of his best friends stressing over a wedding is slightly amusing. He knows that Jack could get a date in two seconds if he wanted to so what’s the problem?

“No but yes! I’ve already told everyone I’m taking a date and if I don’t bring one they’ll all know I forgot about it and then mom will lecture me.” Stopping in his tracks Jack let’s out a noise between a whine and a laugh. He doesn’t even have a suit. Or a present. Fuck.

Scrambling to gather all of his belongings Jack rushes out of the apartment. Yelling about how he needs to go as he runs out. Nico blinks in bewilderment at what just occurred in front of him but decides that he doesn’t even want to know.

Walking down the streets of downtown New Jersey Jack has the suit bag thrown over his shoulder, music blasting in his headphones as he’s in his own world.

Suit? Check

Present? Nope

Date? Absolutely not

Stopping outside of some fancy gift store he ponders for a moment before going inside. Surely they must have something for the couple. The strong smell of vanilla and cinnamon hits his nose and Jack pulls the headphones of in case he needs to ask for help. Which he probably will because he has no idea what to buy.

The store is small but cozy and filled with small unique Knick knacks, candles, porcelain and what looks like some type of fancy candies. It feels like a store his mom would love, he takes a mental note to bring her next time they’re in Jersey.

Suddenly Jack feels a presence by his feet grabbing his attention, looking down he’s met with the sight of a cat that resembles a fluff ball. He’s never been much of a cat person but having those blue eyes staring at him Jack can’t resist squatting down and petting the light fur. The cat lets out a small meow, stroking it’s head against the palm of his hand. “What’s your name huh? Cute lil buddy.” Jacks voice is soft as he continues petting the animal, the cat purring in answer.

“I see that Dude has made a new friend.” The unknown female voice makes Jack freeze in place. Hand still in the air he turns his head. A girl dressed in a white long sleeve, black overalls and converse stands above him. A huge smile on her face as she looks down at the boy and cat. “His name is dude?” Jack laughs turning his attention back to the cat. “Hey there Dude. I don’t really like cats but you seem cool.” The girl let’s out a snort at him telling Dude that he doesn’t like cats.

“Is he yours?” Jack stands up from his previous position, he notices that the girl is about a head shorter than him making him tower over her. “Yep, been my partner in crime the last three years.” She bends down picking up Dude in her arms. He seems content with it as he starts rubbing his face against the exposed skin of her neck.

“How did you come up with the name dude?”

“I tried about 100 names and one day I got frustrated and yelled come on dude at him and it was the only thing he reacted too.” The admission earning a loud laugh from the hockey player.

“I’m Jack by the way.” She takes his outstretched hand and he misses the warmth of her skin as soon as she lets go. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Jack.”

The two stand there for almost an hour just talking and Y/N helping him find a present for the wedding. It’s easy to talk to the store owner, she’s sarcastic and funny. Like a breath of fresh air after a thunderstorm. Maybe she could be his date? She seems like the type to help a person out and they just met so if she says no he won’t die of embarrassment.

Deciding to take caution to the wind Jack takes a deep breath he goes down on one knee as Y/N has her back to him wrapping the present on the counter. A noise of surprise rises from her throat when she notices this almost stranger down on the floor. “What is going on?” Y/N flicks her gaze between Jack and Dude who is sitting next to the male staring at him with confusion. Or at least as confused as a cat can look.

“This might sound crazy but Y/N will you please be my date to the wedding? I told everyone I would bring a date and I don’t have one, I’ll owe you a favour.” She thinks about it before loudly laughing. Jacks face burns from embarrassment, certain that she’ll reject him. Then a beaming smile spreads across her lips and Jack feels like he can breath again.

“Yeah Jack I’ll gladly be your date to the wedding. Do you have any purple ties?”

#nhl imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine

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moonlightazriel · 1 year

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The biggest wingspan/// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “Azriel and reader going on vacation in some hilly, woody and snowy place and they are staying in the tent , they are just sitting around fireplace and having some deep intimate moments and then Azriel carrying the reader in the tent and then sex in the tent 🥵💋 ( toothrotting fluff and SMUT 🌶) I'm craving something smuttyy 😭🥵.....please write this one Sooooo Spicyyyy 🌶💦”

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 1,3K

Notes: This past week I wasn’t feeling great, I couldn’t write and all I wanted to do was to lay down and stare at the walls, but I’m better now, this just happens sometimes. Thank you anon for this request, it gave me motivation to go back to writing. ❤️❤️

Main Masterlist

Things were finally calm, Koschei was defeated and there was no eminent threat for the first time in years, we all needed a break from fighting so much. Azriel and i decided that we deserved some time away, so he rented a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods at the Winter Court.

The cabin was old, it had a tiny kitchen with black cabinets and modern appliances, a bathroom with a large bathtub in the middle of the room, a big window with the view to the mountains, the bedroom had a big bed, a double door in the left wall that led to the balcony, the balcony had a hot tub and a couple of chairs to hang out. The small living room had a big couch, a stone fireplace that kept the whole house warm as the snow fell outside, shelves filled with books covered the walls and a fluffy rug in the middle of the room.

It was nighttime, the two of us sitting in front of the fireplace, a huge blanket covering us both as we drank hot chocolates with marshmallows, my head rested on his shoulder as we talked.

“Okay, okay, now for the golden question. Who’s bigger? In wingspan i mean.” Azriel rolled his eyes and growled playfully.

“Why are you females obsessed with this question?”

“We’re just curious I guess.” We both laughed.

“Well, I’m not saying that we checked, but if we did, we may have come to the conclusion that I have the biggest wingspan.” Azriel whispered in my ear and I felt a shiver down my spine.

“Can you show me?” I whispered back at him and he turned his head on my direction, his thumb raising my chin, his gaze burning on mine as he slowly inclined his head towards my lips, his felt soft against mine, i could taste the chocolate on him as he kissed me, his hands grabbed my hair gently as he lay us down, his enormous body covering mine as he deepened the kiss.

One of his scarred hands sliding down my body, his fingers tracing the side of my breast, making my breath uneven, his hand reached my waist and he pressed his fingers on my exposed skin. His hips thrusting against the burning spot between my legs, the smell of our arousal getting stronger as I felt the wetness pooled on my core and his cock getting harder.

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” He asked as he pulled away from me, his hands still firm against my waist, i nodded eagerly, too lost on him to form a coherent sentence, his lips were red and swollowen, his hair in an obsidian disorder and his eyes dark with lust. One of his hands slides behind my back and the other behind my legs, lifting us quickly, my whole body felt like it was on fire as his lips met mine again, this time more hungry than before, his heavy footsteps against the wood floor as he opened the bedroom door.

He placed me on the bed, my hands pulling on his neck, forcing him to stay on top of me as his hands grabbed where he could, his touch only adding fuel to my burning core, his lips met my neck, and he licked up and down, making my body shake, the kisses and bites were certain to leave a mark afterwards but I didn’t care, we were in the middle of nowhere, Cassian wasn’t here to tease us, with that thought in mind, i dragged my nails along his back, reaching for his shirt, pulling it above his head, exposing his beautiful brown skin.

He lifted my shirt, my breasts free for him to see, my nipples hard with both pleasure and cold, his lips met my left breast, sucking it as he squeezed the other one, his tongue moving in circles on my nipple, my back arched at the sensation and little whimpers started to scape my lips, he switched to the right breast, repeating the procedure while his hand slid until it get in my pants, his finger slowly starting to move on the sensitive flesh.

The finger disappeared inside me, easily sliding in, he smirked against my breast, his teeth picking on my nipple as he slid his finger almost out, to push it hardly inside again. My mind felt foggy and I couldn’t think of anything, having him pressed up on me like this, while he fingered me, it was an overwhelming feeling. The knot on my belly kept growing as Azriel inserted another finger, his moves getting faster, i bit my lip, trying to contain the loud moans as the orgasm hit me, strong, my legs trembling as he looked at me, his eyes glued on mine as i recovered, he patiently waited until my legs stopped shaking and my breath became calm again.

“I really need you, inside, now!” My voice was raspy and I sounded desperate but I didn’t care, my hands grabbed the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him towards my lips as we kissed, our tongues fighting for dominance as i dug my nails on his shoulder, he gently removed my pants while I struggle to pull his down.

“Desperate I see.” He laughed and I rolled my eyes at him, growling as he removed his own pants. His hard cock springing free, hitting his belly, the pre cum already soaking his tip. My walls starting clenching around nothing, begging to be filled, he rested on his elbows, his cock slowly sliding inside me, my breath got caught on my throat, a silent tear falling from my eyes as he entered fully inside of me.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” He said, his hand cupping my cheek and his thumb forcing its way on my mouth, I started sucking and licking it as he moved, his hips starting a slow pace, his grip firm on my hips, my nipples brushing against his chest. My legs wrapped around his waist, deepened his movements, hitting the right spots as he got faster, skin slapping against skin, my nails scrapping on his back, leaving marks as he sucked purple spots on my neck.

Suddenly he got off me, i whine at the lack of him, feeling empty, his hands grabbed my hips, turning me around, leaving me on my hands and knees while he entered me again, hard, making it hard to breath as he slid all the way out, just to enter me again. His hand wrapped around my hair, pulling my head back, in his direction, as he slapped my ass, the movements getting faster, my moans filling the room as he fucked me.

My hands grabbed the matress, my cunt clenching around him hard, the orgasm building in a rapid speed, his balls hitting my ass, his free hand reaching for my clit, rubbing circles. “Faster Azriel, I’m almost there.” I cried, feeling the orgasm hitting me as he released his seed in warm jets inside me, he tried to get out, but I held him in place.

“Let me go.” He asked gently and I finally managed to free him, my body collapsing on the bed, my head spinning and my whole body felt tired. I felt his seed leaking from my cunt, his large finger stuffing the cum back inside, he got up, walking around until he got in front of me, his wet finger brushing my lip, I opened my mouth, sucking on his finger, licking him clean. He removed his finger and caressed my hair, adjusting me in bed, pulling me against his chest, my eyelids heavy, involuntarily closing as he rubbed my back.

“You’ve been a really good girl, get some sleep. We can continue it later.” He said, his voice sounded distant as the sleep consumed my body and I fell in a deep dreamless sleep, with my heart getting full with the love he sent down the bond.

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x reader #sarahjmaas #shadowsinger #night court #azriel x y/n #velaris #smut #moonlightazriel

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Waking up to the sight of Mark laying next to you, his hair all messy from the night before. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose as he scrolled through his phone. Your eyes falling in love with the image in front of you. Mark’s chest rising and falling with every breath he took, the duvet falling down his chest exposing his tan skin as it fell. His tan skin was glowing in the light haze of the sun as it rose over the horizon. You felt weird staring at him but it added to the tension between you both.

He pulled you in for a kiss by the back of your neck grabbing the hair gently making you react. Feeling the heat from his half naked body against yours as he pulls you closer by the waist pulling you up onto his lap and he sits up. Laughing as you nearly let you fall off his lap but catches you at the last second. Rejoining your lips together but this time it was different, it was more intense feeling the passion coming from him, his tongue licking against your bottom lip asking for entrance.

Letting him take control of the kiss the deeper it gets just wanting to obey him. Pushing his glasses up and onto the top of his head as they were starting to get in the way. His white hair getting pushed back by the lenses exposing his forehead to you. Letting your lips go lower to his neck kissing around his sweet spots to get a reaction from him. He had the most beautiful moans you have ever heard. Throwing his head back against the headboard when you started to move your hips against his growing bulge.

He switched positions with you on the bed having you lay down where he was moments ago. His grip holding you down, keeping you down by your wrists as he started to explore your body with his lips. Taking off your sleep shirt as his lips attack your neck, dropping the shirt on the floor. Mark’s warm hands started to play with your nipples making your back arch off the mattress letting out a moan from the back of your throat. His eyes meet yours in a love drunk gaze.

Long fingers playing with the lace of your panties before he dipped his fingers down the front to feel how wet you are from his teasing. Fingers ghosting over your already sensitive clit causing your hips to buck up into his hand as a reaction. He smirked at how needy you are loving every minute of it. Getting down onto his stomach on the bed, forcing your legs open so he can lay in between them. Licking his lips seeing the wet patch in your panties form not letting you see how hard he is.

Pressing his nose right up against your cunt taking in your scent fully, leaving a kiss on your clit before he nearly rips your underwear off. Lifting your hips as a help to him gasping when the morning air hit your cunt. Mark took your panties, yanking them off your hips and down your ankles drooling at the sight of your naked cunt in front of him. Immediately driving right in kissing up your inner thighs nipping at them the higher he got. Laughing at your helplessness just laying there having nothing on your mind other than pleasure.

You threw your head back immediately as the first waves of pleasure ran through your body, the pillows taking you in their embrace. His tongue rubbing over your clit, his thumb gently rubbing at your entrance watching the way it contracts over nothing. Moving down dragging his wet tongue down your slit to your entrance. Circling it dragging his tongue over your hole completely in love with how you can be this needy from hardly any stimulation.

As soon as his tongue hit that spot inside of you, that's when your whole body reacted. You couldn’t feel your legs making you grip onto his hair tighter as the pleasure gets the better of you. His movements sped up a little as he could tell how close you were, it didn’t take you long to reach your high. The whole room turning white, losing feeling in your legs and your head spinning not remembering where you were. Mark lets you ride out your high on his tongue letting you calm down from the intensity. Your breathing slows down shortly after. You felt bad from how hard you gripped at his hair apologising to him.

“That was fucking hot baby……”

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The first meeting:Part 2 Su

When everyone has their story, of course Su also has his story of his first meeting with his first love.

Their meeting started at the supermarket in the middle of the night. A girl with white hair and purple eyes had just come out of the supermarket to buy some food for her house.

The girl didn't realize that there was a stranger who had sleeping medicine in his hand behind her, that person wanted to put the medicine in [Name]'s nose so that if [Name] was exposed to the smell of the medicine she could fall asleep for a few hours.

But it was stopped by a man who had been watching this stranger's movements from earlier, [Name] was shocked by what happened he didn't think this would happen to him

"Are you okay Miss?" Ask the young man who just saved [Name]

"y-yes, I'm fine" [Name] was still shocked by what happened to her, honestly she didn't expect this to happen to her

"You're still shocked, it's okay, I'll take care of everything."Those of you who don't know what to do can only nod because this is your first time experiencing this

The guy tied the criminal's hands with his red ribbon, whether it's possible or not, but just leave it all to him

When the man was just a few steps away from leaving with the criminal, [Name] called him

"Hey! what's your name?"

The man turned to look at [Name] as the man smiled gently at [Name]

"My name is Su Miss, what about yours?"

"My name is [Name] Schariac, Su"

"Good, I will remember your name and your beautiful face, [Name]"

Su walked back to the police station to deal with this criminal, while [Name]'s side was blushing because of Su

'Why is my heart beating so fast?'

Next day

[Name] walked calmly as usual...but when she was in front of the gate, how shocked she was to see a young man who looked like the man last night who saved her

The man saw [Name] and he didn't expect that the girl he saved last night turned out to be at the same school as him

"[Name]? Turns out we're at the same school! Then let's be good friends, OK [Name]"

"Su, this is unexpected, okay, let's be good friends, Su"

You decided to walk together, while on the way you became the focus of the eyes of the people there because of your closeness

At the front of your class you saw Dr.Mei reading a book in her seat

'It seems Mei didn't realize I was walking with Su, that's good'

"Our classes are next to each other, that makes it easy for us to meet" Su smiled softly again at [Name], [Name] only blushed slightly and smiled sweetly at Su

"Yeah, maybe you want to eat together later?"

"Of course no problem, you will eat on the school roof ?"

"What? ah right!"

"Then I'll go to class first, Su." Su could only nod, seeing the white-haired hadith enter his class while smiling sweetly without fading

When [Name] wanted to sit next to Dr.Mei, Dr.Mei closed her book hard and looked at [Name] seriously.

"Mei, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" [Name] started to panic because of Dr.Mei's behavior that she had never seen before

"That guy, who is he?" Dr. Mei's slightly cold tone made [Name] tear up, could it be that Dr. Mei likes Su too? that's what [Name] is thinking now

"H-he's just my friend! he helped me last night! Mei is it possible that you like him too!?"

"Hah?"

"[Name]...do you like that guy?"

"I'm sorry, I will forget it and will continue to support you, so please don't separate from me!?" Okay [Name] has shed a few tears, she doesn't want to be separated from Dr. Mei because of a boy

"[Name]! why are you crying! I don't like that guy, I'm not interested, I also don't want to be separated from you......because you're just my friend [Name]..." Dr.Mei started to really panic Now, this was the first time he saw his only friend cry because of a misunderstanding

"What? So you don't like Su!?"

"No!"

A few minutes later [Name] had stopped crying because Dr.Mei had explained this misunderstanding, apparently Dr.Mei didn't want her best friend to be taken away.

"By the way, I heard you invited Su to take a break together, is that true?"

"Right, Mei don't mind?"

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that you are happy"

"Yey!"

The bell rang when class was about to start, and the first lesson in [Name]'s class was Mathematics

During break time [Name] and Dr. Mei walked to the school roof to fulfill her promise with Su

"Sorry I'm late, Su!"

"It's okay [Name] I just arrived too" Su saw another person behind [Name], Su intended to ask but the girl introduced herself first.

"My name is Mei, friend of [Name] nice to meet you"

"My name is Su, I just became [Name]'s friend last night, please don't get me wrong."

"Don't worry, [Name] has explained everything."

"Su, it's okay, I brought Mei too, I feel sorry for her."

"It's okay [Name] I've heard about Mei too"

They became very close friends and were always together, Su also didn't realize from the start that he liked [Name] but when Kevin came as a new student Su already knew that this feeling was his first love, until they entered Month.

"Su, are you here?"

"What's wrong [Name]?"

"Mei said you wanted to talk so I came here"

As far as Su remembers, he didn't ask Dr. Mei to tell [Name] to talk to him, what happened?, but if this was the time Su wanted to be honest with [Name] if he liked the girl in front of him, [Name] became prettier after entering. Month with Dr.Mei so sometimes Su can't stand [Name]'s teasing

"Su?"

"[Name] I want to talk to you seriously"

"Yes"

"You've always been very beautiful, maybe this is a bit silly but when I'm with you I feel comfortable and safe by your side, you always make me not like the original me."

[Name] fell silent when she heard Su's unexpected words

"[Name] Schariac, you've probably heard this many times from other men"

"Do you want to be my girlfriend [Name]" Su is very confident now because [Name]'s movements are often a sign that she likes Su

"Of course! I like you too Su" [Name] didn't expect Su to like him too, he was very moved by this sudden statement

Su, who heard that, was also happy. It was true that he thought [Name] also liked him, but at that moment the sound of applause was heard, of course they knew who it was, none other than Elysia

"Elysia!"

"Hahaha congratulations you two! So when are you getting married?"

"Elysia, we just started dating!" Honestly, it wasn't [Name] but Su who blushed because of Elysia's words

The wind blew calmly, a young man known as Su sat leaning against a large tree holding a green leaf.

"Haa~ when can we meet, my dear [Name], I miss you" If anyone asks what happened the answer is [Name] went to another world to meet some of the Schariac family but unfortunately part of [Name]'s memory disappeared only memories - he still remembers the memories he experienced with the people he loves, of course, but he has forgotten the events that happened, he even forgot what it was like on the first day he was dating Su

End~

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Bread is a staple food prepared from a dough of flour (usually wheat) and water, usually by baking. Throughout recorded history and around the world, it has been an important part of many cultures' diet. It is one of the oldest human-made foods, having been of significance since the dawn of agriculture, and plays an essential role in both religious rituals and secular culture.

Bread may be leavened by naturally occurring microbes (e.g. sourdough), chemicals (e.g. baking soda), industrially produced yeast, or high-pressure aeration, which creates the gas bubbles that fluff up bread. In many countries, commercial bread often contains additives to improve flavor, texture, color, shelf life, nutrition, and ease of production.

Etymology

The Old English word for bread was hlaf (hlaifs in Gothic: modern English loaf), which appears to be the oldest Teutonic name.[1] Old High German hleib[2] and modern German Laib derive from this Proto-Germanic word, which was borrowed into some Slavic (Czech: chléb, Polish: bochen chleba, Russian: khleb) and Finnic (Finnish: leipä, Estonian: leib) languages as well. The Middle and Modern English word bread appears in Germanic languages, such as West Frisian: brea, Dutch: brood, German: Brot, Swedish: bröd, and Norwegian and Danish: brød; it may be related to brew or perhaps to break, originally meaning "broken piece", "morsel".[3][better source needed]

History

Main article: History of bread

Bread is one of the oldest prepared foods. Evidence from 30,000 years ago in Europe and Australia revealed starch residue on rocks used for pounding plants.[4][5] It is possible that during this time, starch extract from the roots of plants, such as cattails and ferns, was spread on a flat rock, placed over a fire and cooked into a primitive form of flatbread. The oldest evidence of bread-making has been found in a 14,500-year-old Natufian site in Jordan's northeastern desert.[6][7] Around 10,000 BC, with the dawn of the Neolithic age and the spread of agriculture, grains became the mainstay of making bread. Yeast spores are ubiquitous, including on the surface of cereal grains, so any dough left to rest leavens naturally.[8]Woman baking bread (c. 2200 BC); Louvre

An early leavened bread was baked as early as 6000 BC in southern Mesopotamia, cradle of the Sumerian civilization, who may have passed on the knowledge to the Egyptians around 3000 BC. The Egyptians refined the process and started adding yeast to the flour. The Sumerians were already using ash to supplement the dough as it was baked.[9]

There were multiple sources of leavening available for early bread. Airborne yeasts could be harnessed by leaving uncooked dough exposed to air for some time before cooking. Pliny the Elder reported that the Gauls and Iberians used the foam skimmed from beer, called barm, to produce "a lighter kind of bread than other peoples" such as barm cake. Parts of the ancient world that drank wine instead of beer used a paste composed of grape juice and flour that was allowed to begin fermenting, or wheat bran steeped in wine, as a source for yeast. The most common source of leavening was to retain a piece of dough from the previous day to use as a form of sourdough starter, as Pliny also reported.[10][11]

The ancient Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans all considered the degree of refinement in the bakery arts as a sign of civilization.[9]

The Chorleywood bread process was developed in 1961; it uses the intense mechanical working of dough to dramatically reduce the fermentation period and the time taken to produce a loaf. The process, whose high-energy mixing allows for the use of grain with a lower protein content, is now widely used around the world in large factories. As a result, bread can be produced very quickly and at low costs to the manufacturer and the consumer. However, there has been some criticism of the effect on nutritional value.[12][13][14]

Types

Main article: List of breads

Brown bread (left) and whole grain bread

Dark sprouted bread

Ruisreikäleipä, a flat rye flour loaf with a hole

Bread is the staple food of the Middle East, Central Asia, North Africa, Europe, and in European-derived cultures such as those in the Americas, Australia, and Southern Africa. This is in contrast to parts of South and East Asia, where rice or noodles are the staple. Bread is usually made from a wheat-flour dough that is cultured with yeast, allowed to rise, and baked in an oven. Carbon dioxide and ethanol vapors produced during yeast fermentation result in bread's air pockets.[15] Owing to its high levels of gluten (which give the dough sponginess and elasticity), common or bread wheat is the most common grain used for the preparation of bread, which makes the largest single contribution to the world's food supply of any food.[16]Sangak, an Iranian flatbreadStrucia — a type of European sweet bread

Bread is also made from the flour of other wheat species (including spelt, emmer, einkorn and kamut).[17] Non-wheat cereals including rye, barley, maize (corn), oats, sorghum, millet and rice have been used to make bread, but, with the exception of rye, usually in combination with wheat flour as they have less gluten.[18]

Gluten-free breads are made using flours from a variety of ingredients such as almonds, rice, sorghum, corn, legumes such as beans, and tubers such as cassava. Since these foods lack gluten, dough made from them may not hold its shape as the loaves rise, and their crumb may be dense with little aeration. Additives such as xanthan gum, guar gum, hydroxypropyl methylcellulose (HPMC), corn starch, or eggs are used to compensate for the lack of gluten.[19][20][21][22]

Properties

Physical-chemical composition

In wheat, phenolic compounds are mainly found in hulls in the form of insoluble bound ferulic acid, where it is relevant to wheat resistance to fungal diseases.[23]

Rye bread contains phenolic acids and ferulic acid dehydrodimers.[24]

Three natural phenolic glucosides, secoisolariciresinol diglucoside, p-coumaric acid glucoside and ferulic acid glucoside, can be found in commercial breads containing flaxseed.[25]Small home made bread with pumpkin and sunflower seeds

Glutenin and gliadin are functional proteins found in wheat bread that contribute to the structure of bread. Glutenin forms interconnected gluten networks within bread through interchain disulfide bonds.[26] Gliadin binds weakly to the gluten network established by glutenin via intrachain disulfide bonds.[26] Structurally, bread can be defined as an elastic-plastic foam (same as styrofoam). The glutenin protein contributes to its elastic nature, as it is able to regain its initial shape after deformation. The gliadin protein contributes to its plastic nature, because it demonstrates non-reversible structural change after a certain amount of applied force. Because air pockets within this gluten network result from carbon dioxide production during leavening, bread can be defined as a foam, or a gas-in-solid solution.[27]

Acrylamide, like in other starchy foods that have been heated higher than 120 °C (248 °F), has been found in recent years to occur in bread. Acrylamide is neurotoxic, has adverse effects on male reproduction and developmental toxicity and is carcinogenic. A study has found that more than 99 percent of the acrylamide in bread is found in the crust.[28]

A study by the University of Hohenheim found that industrially produced bread typically has a high proportion of FODMAP carbohydrates due to a short rising time (often only one hour). The high proportion of FODMAP carbohydrates in such bread then causes flatulence. This is particularly problematic in intestinal diseases such as irritable bowel syndrome. While in traditional bread making the dough rises for several hours, industrial breads rise for a much shorter time, usually only one hour. However, a sufficiently long rising time is important to break down the indigestible FODMAP carbohydrates. Some flours (for example, spelt, emmer and einkorn) contain fewer FODMAPs, but the difference between grain types is relatively small (between 1 and 2 percent by weight). Instead, 90% of the FODMAPs that cause discomfort can be broken down during a rising time of 4 hours. In the study, whole-grain yeast doughs were examined after different rising times; the highest level of FODMAPs was present after one hour in each case and decreased thereafter. The study thus shows that it is essentially the baking technique and not the type of grain that determines whether a bread is well tolerated or not. A better tolerance of bread made from original cereals can therefore not be explained by the original cereal itself, but rather by the fact that traditional, artisanal baking techniques are generally used when baking original cereals, which include a long dough process. The study also showed that a long rising time also breaks down undesirable phytates more effectively, flavors develop better, and the finished bread contains more biologically accessible trace elements.[29][30]

Culinary uses

Bread pudding

Bread can be served at many temperatures; once baked, it can subsequently be toasted. It is most commonly eaten with the hands, either by itself or as a carrier for other foods. Bread can be spread with butter, dipped into liquids such as gravy, olive oil, or soup;[31] it can be topped with various sweet and savory spreads, or used to make sandwiches containing meats, cheeses, vegetables, and condiments.[32]

Bread is used as an ingredient in other culinary preparations, such as the use of breadcrumbs to provide crunchy crusts or thicken sauces; toasted cubes of bread, called croutons, are used as a salad topping; seasoned bread is used as stuffing inside roasted turkey; sweet or savoury bread puddings are made with bread and various liquids; egg and milk-soaked bread is fried as French toast; and bread is used as a binding agent in sausages, meatballs and other ground meat products.[33]

Nutritional significance

Bread is a good source of carbohydrates and micronutrients such as magnesium, iron, selenium, and B vitamins. Whole grain bread is a good source of dietary fiber and all breads are a common source of protein in the diet, though not a rich one.[34][35]

Crust

Crust of a cut bread made of whole-grainrye with crust crack (half right at the top)

Bread crust is formed from surface dough during the cooking process. It is hardened and browned through the Maillard reaction using the sugars and amino acids due to the intense heat at the bread surface. The crust of most breads is harder, and more complexly and intensely flavored, than the rest. Old wives' tales suggest that eating the bread crust makes a person's hair curlier.[36] Additionally, the crust is rumored to be healthier than the remainder of the bread. Some studies have shown that this is true as the crust has more dietary fiber and antioxidants such as pronyl-lysine.[37]

Preparation

Steps in bread making, here for an unleavened Chilean tortilla

Doughs are usually baked, but in some cuisines breads are steamed (e.g., mantou), fried (e.g., puri), or baked on an unoiled frying pan (e.g., tortillas). It may be leavened or unleavened (e.g. matzo). Salt, fat and leavening agents such as yeast and baking soda are common ingredients, though bread may contain other ingredients, such as milk, egg, sugar, spice, fruit (such as raisins), vegetables (such as onion), nuts (such as walnut) or seeds (such as poppy).[38]

Methods of processing dough into bread include the straight dough process, the sourdough process, the Chorleywood bread process and the sponge and dough process.Baking bread in East Timor

Formulation

Professional bread recipes are stated using the baker's percentage notation. The amount of flour is denoted to be 100%, and the other ingredients are expressed as a percentage of that amount by weight. Measurement by weight is more accurate and consistent than measurement by volume, particularly for dry ingredients. The proportion of water to flour is the most important measurement in a bread recipe, as it affects texture and crumb the most. Hard wheat flours absorb about 62% water, while softer wheat flours absorb about 56%.[39] Common table breads made from these doughs result in a finely textured, light bread. Most artisan bread formulas contain anywhere from 60 to 75% water. In yeast breads, the higher water percentages result in more CO2 bubbles and a coarser bread crumb.

Dough recipes commonly call for 500 grams (about 1.1 pounds) of flour, which yields a single loaf of bread or two baguettes.

Calcium propionate is commonly added by commercial bakeries to retard the growth of molds.[citation needed]

Flour

Main article: Flour

Flour is grain ground into a powder. Flour provides the primary structure, starch and protein to the final baked bread. The protein content of the flour is the best indicator of the quality of the bread dough and the finished bread. While bread can be made from all-purpose wheat flour, a specialty bread flour, containing more protein (12–14%), is recommended for high-quality bread. If one uses a flour with a lower protein content (9–11%) to produce bread, a shorter mixing time is required to develop gluten strength properly. An extended mixing time leads to oxidization of the dough, which gives the finished product a whiter crumb, instead of the cream color preferred by most artisan bakers.[40]

Wheat flour, in addition to its starch, contains three water-soluble protein groups (albumin, globulin, and proteoses) and two water-insoluble protein groups (glutenin and gliadin). When flour is mixed with water, the water-soluble proteins dissolve, leaving the glutenin and gliadin to form the structure of the resulting bread. When relatively dry dough is worked by kneading, or wet dough is allowed to rise for a long time (see no-knead bread), the glutenin forms strands of long, thin, chainlike molecules, while the shorter gliadin forms bridges between the strands of glutenin. The resulting networks of strands produced by these two proteins are known as gluten. Gluten development improves if the dough is allowed to autolyse.[41]

Liquids

Water, or some other liquid, is used to form the flour into a paste or dough. The weight or ratio of liquid required varies between recipes, but a ratio of three parts liquid to five parts flour is common for yeast breads.[42] Recipes that use steam as the primary leavening method may have a liquid content in excess of one part liquid to one part flour. Instead of water, recipes may use liquids such as milk or other dairy products (including buttermilk or yogurt), fruit juice, or eggs. These contribute additional sweeteners, fats, or leavening components, as well as water.[43]

Fats or shortenings

Fats, such as butter, vegetable oils, lard, or that contained in eggs, affect the development of gluten in breads by coating and lubricating the individual strands of protein. They also help to hold the structure together. If too much fat is included in a bread dough, the lubrication effect causes the protein structures to divide. A fat content of approximately 3% by weight is the concentration that produces the greatest leavening action.[44] In addition to their effects on leavening, fats also serve to tenderize breads and preserve freshness.

Bread improvers

Main article: Bread improver

Bread improvers and dough conditioners are often used in producing commercial breads to reduce the time needed for rising and to improve texture and volume and to give antistaling effects. The substances used may be oxidising agents to strengthen the dough or reducing agents to develop gluten and reduce mixing time, emulsifiers to strengthen the dough or to provide other properties such as making slicing easier, or enzymes to increase gas production.[45]

Salt

Salt (sodium chloride) is very often added to enhance flavor and restrict yeast activity. It also affects the crumb and the overall texture by stabilizing and strengthening[46] the gluten. Some artisan bakers forego early addition of salt to the dough, whether wholemeal or refined, and wait until after a 20-minute rest to allow the dough to autolyse.[47]

Mixtures of salts are sometimes employed, such as employing potassium chloride to reduce the sodium level, and monosodium glutamate to give flavor (umami).

Leavening

See also: Unleavened breadA dough trough, located in Aberdour Castle, once used for leavening bread

Leavening is the process of adding gas to a dough before or during baking to produce a lighter, more easily chewed bread. Most bread eaten in the West is leavened.[48]

Chemicals

A simple technique for leavening bread is the use of gas-producing chemicals. There are two common methods. The first is to use baking powder or a self-raising flour that includes baking powder. The second is to include an acidic ingredient such as buttermilk and add baking soda; the reaction of the acid with the soda produces gas.[48] Chemically leavened breads are called quick breads and soda breads. This method is commonly used to make muffins, pancakes, American-style biscuits, and quick breads such as banana bread.

Yeast

Main article: Baker's yeastCompressed fresh yeast

Many breads are leavened by yeast. The yeast most commonly used for leavening bread is Saccharomyces cerevisiae, the same species used for brewing alcoholic beverages. This yeast ferments some of the sugars producing carbon dioxide. Commercial bakers often leaven their dough with commercially produced baker's yeast. Baker's yeast has the advantage of producing uniform, quick, and reliable results, because it is obtained from a pure culture.[48] Many artisan bakers produce their own yeast with a growth culture. If kept in the right conditions, it provides leavening for many years.[49]

The baker's yeast and sourdough methods follow the same pattern. Water is mixed with flour, salt and the leavening agent. Other additions (spices, herbs, fats, seeds, fruit, etc.) are not needed to bake bread, but are often used. The mixed dough is then allowed to rise one or more times (a longer rising time results in more flavor, so bakers often "punch down" the dough and let it rise again), loaves are formed, and (after an optional final rising time) the bread is baked in an oven.[48]

Many breads are made from a "straight dough", which means that all of the ingredients are combined in one step, and the dough is baked after the rising time;[48] others are made from a "pre-ferment" in which the leavening agent is combined with some of the flour and water a day or so ahead of baking and allowed to ferment overnight. On the day of baking, the rest of the ingredients are added, and the process continues as with straight dough. This produces a more flavorful bread with better texture. Many bakers see the starter method as a compromise between the reliable results of baker's yeast and the flavor and complexity of a longer fermentation. It also allows the baker to use only a minimal amount of baker's yeast, which was scarce and expensive when it first became available. Most yeasted pre-ferments fall into one of three categories: "poolish" or "pouliche", a loose-textured mixture composed of roughly equal amounts of flour and water (by weight); "biga", a stiff mixture with a higher proportion of flour; and "pâte fermentée", which is a portion of dough reserved from a previous batch.[50][51]

Before first rising

After first rising

After proofing, ready to bake

Sourdough

Main article: SourdoughSourdough loaves

Sourdough is a type of bread produced by a long fermentation of dough using naturally occurring yeasts and lactobacilli. It usually has a mildly sour taste because of the lactic acid produced during anaerobic fermentation by the lactobacilli. Longer fermented sourdoughs can also contain acetic acid, the main non-water component of vinegar.[52][53][54]

Sourdough breads are made with a sourdough starter. The starter cultivates yeast and lactobacilli in a mixture of flour and water, making use of the microorganisms already present on flour; it does not need any added yeast. A starter may be maintained indefinitely by regular additions of flour and water. Some bakers have starters many generations old, which are said to have a special taste or texture.[52] At one time, all yeast-leavened breads were sourdoughs. Recently there has been a revival of sourdough bread in artisan bakeries.[55]

Traditionally, peasant families throughout Europe baked on a fixed schedule, perhaps once a week. The starter was saved from the previous week's dough. The starter was mixed with the new ingredients, the dough was left to rise, and then a piece of it was saved to be the starter for next week's bread.[48]

Steam

The rapid expansion of steam produced during baking leavens the bread, which is as simple as it is unpredictable. Steam-leavening is unpredictable since the steam is not produced until the bread is baked. Steam leavening happens regardless of the raising agents (baking soda, yeast, baking powder, sour dough, beaten egg white) included in the mix. The leavening agent either contains air bubbles or generates carbon dioxide. The heat vaporises the water from the inner surface of the bubbles within the dough. The steam expands and makes the bread rise. This is the main factor in the rising of bread once it has been put in the oven.[56] CO2 generation, on its own, is too small to account for the rise. Heat kills bacteria or yeast at an early stage, so the CO2 generation is stopped.

Bacteria

Salt-rising bread does not use yeast. Instead, it is leavened by Clostridium perfringens, one of the most common sources of food-borne illness.[57][58]

Aeration

Aerated bread is leavened by carbon dioxide being forced into dough under pressure. From the mid-19th to mid-20th centuries, bread made this way was somewhat popular in the United Kingdom, made by the Aerated Bread Company and sold in its high-street tearooms. The company was founded in 1862, and ceased independent operations in 1955.[59]

The Pressure-Vacuum mixer was later developed by the Flour Milling and Baking Research Association for the Chorleywood bread process. It manipulates the gas bubble size and optionally the composition of gases in the dough via the gas applied to the headspace.[60]

Cultural Significance

A Ukrainian woman in national dress welcoming with bread and salt

Main article: Bread in culture

Bread has a significance beyond mere nutrition in many cultures because of its history and contemporary importance. Bread is also significant in Christianity as one of the elements (alongside wine) of the Eucharist,[61] and in other religions including Paganism.[62]

In many cultures, bread is a metaphor for basic necessities and living conditions in general. For example, a "bread-winner" is a household's main economic contributor and has little to do with actual bread-provision. This is also seen in the phrase "putting bread on the table". The Roman poet Juvenal satirized superficial politicians and the public as caring only for "panem et circenses" (bread and circuses).[63] In Russia in 1917, the Bolsheviks promised "peace, land, and bread."[64][65] The term "breadbasket" denotes an agriculturally productive region. In parts of Northern, Central, Southern and Eastern Europe bread and salt is offered as a welcome to guests.[66] In India, life's basic necessities are often referred to as "roti, kapra aur makan" (bread, cloth, and house).[67]

Words for bread, including "dough" and "bread" itself, are used in English-speaking countries as synonyms for money.[1] A remarkable or revolutionary innovation may be called the best thing since "sliced bread".[68] The expression "to break bread with someone" means "to share a meal with someone".[69] The English word "lord" comes from the Anglo-Saxon hlāfweard, meaning "bread keeper."[70]

Bread is sometimes referred to as "the staff of life", although this term can refer to other staple foods in different cultures: the Oxford English Dictionary defines it as "bread (or similar staple food)".[71][72] This is sometimes thought to be a biblical reference, but the nearest wording is in Leviticus 26 "when I have broken the staff of your bread".[73] The term has been adopted in the names of bakery firms.[74]