#i saw an area. saw how fucking gorgeous it was. and cried. i had a whole ass moment.
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pikmin 4 was made with so much fucking love in it.
i WANT developers to take LONGER to create their art and be paid MORE to work LESS hours and i am NOT FUCKING JOKING.
#rem rambles#im not even super deep in. just got to the second area. but the fact that its so...well done.#you can gain certain pikmin at seemingly any time. you can puzzle and problem solve at your own pace.#the fucking dandori battles. i am deeply in love.#i saw an area. saw how fucking gorgeous it was. and cried. i had a whole ass moment.#this is what gaming should be. pokemon company take NOTES#the QOL changes. being able to set your pikmin for the field AND for caves. resetting your pikmin POST caves. moving your base to shorten#travel time. oh my GOD the routes for speedrunning this bitch will be inSANE
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Hi hii I saw you were doing smut promt requests! Can I ask for Draken with:
"Louder, let me hear you."
Tysm!!
a/n: hi! thank you for sending this in!! <3 i personally love writing for draken so i think this really fits him 🫶🏻! thank you again and i hope you enjoy!
pairings: ken (draken) ryuguji x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, some rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, princess, angel), praising, some dacryphilia if you squint.
prompt #11: “louder. let me hear you.”
“D-Draken.. – ah! – I can’t.. fuck!”
“Fuck.. don’t worry, princess, you’re doing so good for me..”
You had long forgotten how long you and Draken had been at it. Your brain was too foggy for you to even remember, because he had made you cum so many times that you lost count. He was still keeping up with that relentless pace that had left you completely breathless. He didn’t show signs of slowing down either. You honestly shouldn’t have been that surprised. Draken had this insane stamina that could last for hours. It was hard to believe a man could keep going even after so many orgasms.
Meanwhile, Draken was having the time of his life. He missed you so fucking much. He wasn’t going to let the open chance he had with you slip away, so he was going to make sure you remember tonight for the rest of the week. He needed you, just like you needed him.
Draken could feel that you were close to another orgasm. This had to be your third or fourth one he had pulled from you that night. There was a mess down below that had covered the sheets. He loved seeing your pussy a sticky mess because of him. He couldn’t wait to make you reach your high again. Your pussy was slowly tightening around him once again. It only encouraged him to keep up his pace and to fuck you even harder.
You could hardly handle his thrusts. His thick cock bullied your walls and reached areas you couldn’t even reach if you tried. Your cunt was tired and you weren’t sure if you could handle another orgasm. “Draken..! Fuck, it’s t-too much!” you cried, throwing your head back onto the pillow behind you.
He smirked to himself when you called out his name like that. It only added onto the pleasure that he was feeling. He was close to his own orgasm as well. “Louder. Let me hear you.” he said, using his thumb to play with your puffy clit. “C’mon, princess.. I wanna hear that pretty fucking voice of yours..”
The pit in your belly was growing deeper and you could hardly keep quiet. Your body was trembling and you could barely hold yourself up. He made you weak. “Draken! Draken! I’m gonna.. fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned, arching your back upwards towards him.
Your boyfriend smirked above you once he realized you had reached another climax. Groans rumbled in his throat when your cunt squeezed his cock with such tightness that his hips stuttered for a moment. He loved how perfectly your pussy hugged his dick. The same image of you in pure bliss never got old to Draken. If he could, he’d have it imprinted inside his brain forever so he wouldn’t have to waste a moment never seeing it again. You were so gorgeous like that.
His pace began to pick up. His balls began to slap against your sensitive clit. He felt his high approaching him, and all he wanted to do was fill your pussy to the brim with his cum.
He opened your legs, placing them around his waist so your ankles could lock together. All he could hear was his name slipping from your lips. It was the only thing that was keeping him going with you. He loved the way his name rolled off your pretty little tongue. It was smooth like honey and he fucking loved it.
He looked down at you with seduction swirling around in his eyes. You were so beautiful lying down underneath him with his cock inside your pretty cunt. “Gonna fill you real nice, angel..” he grunted. “You want that, huh? You’re squeezin’ the fuck out of me, baby..”
All you could do was nod. There was drool slipping from your lips as he continued thrusting into you. You were so overstimulated that there were a few stray tears that had trickled down your cheeks. Draken wiped them away with his thumb.
He let out several curses just before he finally reached his second orgasm. Thick, white spurts of his cum had filled into your pussy and reached your womb. The sensation made you twitch and shiver from the warmth. He panted and wiped away the sweat that had formed on his brow and his forehead. He was tired, but more than satisfied. He could also say the same for you, considering how cute the grin was on your pretty little face.
Draken leaned down, pressing a fat kiss on your lips. “I love you, baby..” he whispered, lying down beside you to pull you against him.
#summer responds#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers fanfiction#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x you#tokyo revengers x reader#ken ryuguji#ken ryuguji x reader#ken ryuuguji smut#ken ryuuguji x y/n#draken#draken smut#draken x reader#draken x you#draken x y/n#anime fanfic#anime fanfiction
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Interrupting my usual posting to talk abt Cereza and the Lost Demon because I just beat the game today and I wanted to share my thoughts. Keep in mind I have never played a Bayonetta game in my life lmao
So first off the game is fucking fantastic. I had a wonderful time with it truly. The game is gorgeous to look at and it uses the storybook artstyle to its advantage and it is AWESOME. Nearly every area in the game had my jaw dropping cause it just looked so beautiful. In a similar vein the music was really good and I will definitely be going through the soundtrack for my playlist.
The gameplay is honestly really solid. Basically you control Cereza with the left stick, and use her actions with the L and ZL buttons, and you control Cheshire (the demon) with the right stick, and use his actions with the R and ZR buttons. The D-pad lets Cereza use one of four items and the face buttons control Cheshire's transformations. Controlling one character with each stick takes a while to get used to but it does work really well. The puzzles using this mechanic were really good too and I enjoyed them a lot. The combat can be a bit clunky at times but I think it works pretty well, using Cereza as a support character to hold the enemies in place while Cheshire wails on them. I will say it gets to be a bit of a slog towards the end of the game when every required Tir na nOg is an enemy gauntlet and none of them are puzzles, but it's not too bad.
I must say I wasn't expecting the game to be a metroidvania but it really is and a well-designed one at that. Getting blocked off by something you can't get through until you have a certain power and then coming back to it later is fun and looping back around or opening up shortcuts is always something I enjoy. The unfortunate part of this is that the game's map SUCKS ASS and the areas are very mazelike, so I had a lot of trouble trying to clean up items. I really wanted to finish off more of the skill tree before I beat the game but I wandered around in many areas and made very little progress with actually obtaining the items I could literally see just sitting on my map but couldn't figure out how to get to. If the map was better designed I probably would have gone for 100%.
Speaking of the skill tree, I liked it a lot. When I first saw it I thought it was gonna be tiny, but it actually expands twice more throughout the game. And I like that they don't let you get to the good stuff right off the bat, cause that means there are still cool upgrades to strive for by the end of the game. One thing I wish is that there were more upgrades that didn't cost Inferno Fruits/Moon Pearls cause when I have a fat stack of cash but cannot find a way to access the other items I need, it ends up being really frustrating.
As someone who has not played another Bayonetta game ever, I liked the plot a lot and I can confirm you don't need to play any other Bayo games to enjoy this one. It works really well as a standalone, and it establishes the lore and mechanics of the Bayonetta world pretty adequately without needing any background. It's also just a really heartwarming and fascinating plot. I cried at the end. I thought it was gonna be super basic and conventional but it did some really unexpected (for me at least) things in the end.
Tl;dr, if you like metroidvanias with cool artstyles I highly recommend it, whether or not you've played Bayonetta. I'd give it a solid 9.5/10.
A few more spoilery (and rambly) thoughts under the cut:
CHESHIRE AND CEREZA OH MY GOD MY HEART. Their friendship was so well done. The fact that you can SEE them growing closer in their animations together AUGH I love it so much. They try to go their own separate ways but they just can't do it without each other. Cereza is pretty helpless without Cheshire but he can't do it without her either. AUGH
I LOVED the Jabberwock sequence. Letting Cereza struggle with her own fear and then overcoming it and unlocking an ability that will allow them to defeat it and the confidence that comes with that. Meanwhile Cheshire realizing that he's not strong enough to beat it without her help and being deeply humbled by that fact. And when they team up to defeat this monster, this thing that has destroyed witch and faerie alike, and that Cereza was paralyzed with fear of and Cheshire almost got killed by, and we KILL it ONCE AND FOR ALL, it's so empowering and grand and awesome GOD.
And Cereza rejecting her teacher and every convention of being a witch and cutting her hair to save Cheshire. It's SUCH an impactful moment. It really shows how different she is. Everyone is telling her that demons are nothing but tools, to be used for the gain of a witch and then cast aside back to Inferno like they're nothing. But right from the start Cereza shows she's different. She refuses to use Cheshire as a tool, respecting him as a person and understanding that she has to get him back to Inferno because that's where he wants to be. She reasons with him, instead of controlling him. She works with him. She protects him, she sacrifices everything to save him. She is probably the only witch who has ever treated a demon like a person. GODDDDDDD
Okay onto the ending stuff. I remember as I was playing the game I was like "what if Morgana was a villain lol." And during the cutscene where Lukaon reveals his name I was like "this stuff sounds hella manipulative, it would be funny if he was the villain." But the story seemed pretty basic and formulaic and I kind of assumed the villain would be pretty boring. Like why would you fight the friendly person who's been guiding you through your whole journey? Why would your beloved teacher turn against you? But god, they really did it. And I LOVE that they did. Neither of these twist villains were a surprise to me, but that didn't make them less awesome.
The fight with Lukaon was super cool. I loved having to get all of Cheshire's transformations back, and then transforming into the Unbound form and getting a whole new awesome moveset was so freaking good. It was truly the culmination of everything we've accomplished, both in the fact that we get each transformation as an attack on the face buttons but also that Cereza and Cheshire control together, showing how they're a team.
Oh and kind of an aside but speaking of Lukaon I really liked that blue was always the color of the faeries, the color associated with evil. That's true for everything...except the tracks of the White Wolf. EXCEPT LUKAON/THE WHITE WOLF IS A FAERIE AND ENDS UP BEING OUR ENEMY (briefly). That just occurred to me but like THAT'S SO COOL I LOVE THE FORESHADOWING
The final fight with Morgana was hard as BALLS though. I got maybe three game overs in the whole game up until this point but it took me seven tries to beat Morgana. And of course I ran out of all my healing items and they didn't give them back. It was awesome to win but it felt like an odd difficulty spike right at the end though lol.
Man I'm not ashamed to say that I CRIED when Cheshire went back to Inferno. I was hoping against all odds that the two of them would stick together (ofc that wouldn't happen) but of course he had to go back. But their mutual promise to see each other again, to be stronger when they each meet? YEAAAHHHHHH THAT SHIT MADE ME CRY AUGH
Okay that's it. I saw this game in the direct last year and was quite intrigued by the artstyle and gameplay and decided to pick it up but I didn't think it was gonna be THIS good. It absolutely exceeded my expectations and I'm gonna be thinking about it for a while yet.
#wyvern rambles#bayonetta origins#cereza and the lost demon#long post#YEAH IM INSANE ABOUT THIS A LITTLE BIT SORRY#truly did not expect this game to go this hard
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In The Bush | Armin Arlert x Female! Reader
A/N: sad-ish story, I hate I can never use these prompt ideas for anything not niche like anime fanfic 😭
Warnings: Mentions of death, delusions
Rain seeped heavy in the clouds over Shiganshina. The air was thick, cold, and unforgiving; maybe a representation of the feeling all people had.
"Could you pass me that tissue?" Mikasa murmurs to Hanji. They briefly share eye contact as the request is filled and soon Armin felt the sweet sting of paper against his cheek. Both of them were very red, and raw, stung by the tears and sweat of the day. Everybody had been sitting in common area together, lingering before proceedings.
The light outside had an orange tinge, or at least it felt that way each time they left the building during what Eren created. Armin could do nothing but curse him really, seeing as he had turned even agaisnt those who loved him most. But that wasn't on his mind exactly as much as the clear cur image of you had been settled into his brain. He missed you. So greatly that even his hands had began to tingle for the touch of your embrace, of your hair brush being pulled through your hair, as much as your scent.
During the battle and the takeover Eren has structured, you were taken into the hinges of the jaw titan. Armin knew he lost you as he looked out onto the sea of people, just over the steam of the colossal. There was a thickness in that air too. After Eren found you laying on the ground, he hovered for a moment.
Three years ago you met the shy blonde Armin during a camp, where you all became very close. Eren saw this, he listened to Armin tell him of your glory, describe every detail of your personality, and how your eyes carried so much light in them. He could only feel regret as he peered into the grey orbs you had now, vaguely staring back at him, but also into nothing at all. He sighed picking you up, throwing your dead weight over his shoulder.
When he laid you down in front of the team they all had the same look of horror plastered onto their face, but he saw Armin, it was a different kind.
"Eren? What is going on?" Hanji asked, looking at your body, then back at him. Armin began to crawl over to you, as everyone watched. His warm thin arms scraped you up from the ground, holding you close, where he used to feel your heart beat. He cried out, pushing away Mikasa when her hands began to fling to comfort him. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" His voice cracked pitifully at Eren, who said nothing, walking away. Armin continued to sob into your cold nape.
Today was the day you'd be buried. Historia paid for a very expensive funeral, royal budget approved of course. They all sat in the crowd as you were spoken above. Mikasa spoke for Armin.
"It was as if the light of life had been knocked from beneath her, a strong soldier, and an even stronger woman,"
It was a beautiful speech.
Everyone took their turns coming around, looking into your casket. You had very beautiful gemstones in your jewels, and a gorgeous dress. Yet nothing could stop Armin from going cold when he felt your hand again, saw your face, and knew you weren't even anatomically the same.
He began to look away, only to be drawn back to the image of you, sitting up right, looking into his eyes. He said nothing, as you said nothing; but your eyes looked colorful. He wanted to touch you, to hold you; if only he hadn't been so terrified this would take you away again. His heart shattered when he looked back into the casket, just to see you were still grey, lifeless.
The ride home was silent. He did not mention you or the fact he saw you, no one would believe him. Mikasa gave him a huge before he found his way to your quarters, opening the door to the wall of perfume scent you'd left behind. A simple lavender. He smiled a little, walking to your desk. Looking at himself was hard, he noticed his eyes were red; his face wrinkled, worried.
His nimble hands began to fiddle with your objects, a little comb and some wooden sculptures. He then found his way slowly into his desk, where he rummaged a bit. There were notes from your parents, notes from him, notes from the captain about performance. One stuck out, and it read:
"You may as well take my heart Armin, it's already full of you."
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Bakugou Katsuki x pregnant reader
Bakugo as a father? Yes.
Will there be a part two? Idk. If y’all want one, I’ll definitely make one. I loved writing this.
Here are some people who inspire me! @alpha-bnha-boys and @random-mha-thoughts
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He was ecstatic when you told him you were pregnant, “Is this a fucking joke, shitty woman?” His words were harsh but you saw the excitement in his red eyes, the pure uncontainable joy at hearing that he’d have a child.
“No, baby.” You cupped his face gently and kissed his forehead as he dove down to your stomach to place kisses all over every part.
He was always in the kitchen, making stuff for your cravings, smiling brightly when you told him that the food was good. He scowled most of the time but you saw the lining of joy around every twitch of his lips.
Only when your stomach started to round was when Bakugou really got all over you. He was constantly stopping randomly from doing different things around the house to kiss you and your tummy and sometimes he would lay you on the couch and talk to the babies. Yes babies. While you might not have had a huge history of twins in your family, there was a small trace and Bakugou was the leaning factor to you having two children at once.
“Baby!! Come feel!” You shrieked to your husband from the living area. You heard clambering from the kitchen and soon your gorgeous love of your life was in your face asking what was wrong.
“Did something happen? Are you okay? Did your water break early!?”
“No, baby. It’s too early for my water to break; feel.” You pulled his strong, scarred and calloused hands onto your stomach and his eyes filled with tears.
“I’m gonna be a fucking dad!” He laid his head on your tummy as you stroked his cheek. His tears plopped on your bump leaving small water stains in their place, soaking into the fabric.
When your second trimester came around you were a lot more moody. You cried and laughed within five minutes and Bakugou was pulling his hair out with how quickly your moods were changing, one minute you were laughing with him and cradling his face, the next you were throwing your shoes at the poor man as he booked it away.
The whole time you were pregnant you felt calm. Even when you were screaming at your partner or throwing a tantrum, you were still so comfortable; it felt like you just ate enough that you weren’t bursting, but warm and ready for a nap.
Bakugou was still the number one hero and he still had work to do. While he was away, you busied yourself with painting little things, making little cloth dolls for your future daughters or sons, though you were certain they were girls, and felt at peace. God forbid you tried to do any physical labor with boo around.
When your third trimester rolled into place, Bakugou took time off to get prepared for his children, you’d think that he’d go down in ranking because he’d be gone, but his fans were super happy that the explosive blonde was settling down and taking care of his family; he stayed number one the entire time he was away, Midoriya not far behind.
You were huge. Like actually. You looked like you were caring Katauki’s entire weight set.
This time around you were calmer then you’d ever been, Bakugou on the other hand, was a mess. He was still excited, but he was nervous and re-packing your hospital bag every other day. His eyes almost bugged out of his head when you peacefully called him and told him your water broke.
He drove all the way from the grocery store and picked you up from out front of your small home.
“Can we get lunch before we go to the hospital?” You asked from the seat beside him, the over night bag on your lap.
“You want to go where??” His vein bulged and he looked at you like you grew another head.
“Can we stop by that little cafe for a bit?” You looked at him and smiled, your eyes closing as you tilted your head.
“Whatever, dumbass.” He grumbled, a blush adorning his face.
And so there you were, both sitting by the window in a cafe, eating sandwiches together. Smiling and chomping down on the two pieces of bread with filling in between. You having to sit backed up from the table with your tummy so large.
“Excuse—excuse me, Dynamite, may I have your and your wife’s autograph?” A nervous little boy asked shyly. Before your husband could deny or except, you grabbed his little notepad gently and signed it with a warm smile. The little boy’s sister held his hand and looked up at you with wide eyes, she couldn’t have been older then five.
“Are you princess? Mommy said you a princess.” The little girls round face with bright cheeks almost brought tears to your eyes on how cute she was.
“No, but you must be, right?” She nodded eagerly. “Well, you take good care of the kingdom, alright?” She smiled and tightened her grip on her older brother’s hand.
You passed the notepad and pen to your husband who signed it with a far-off look on his face.
The little boy walked excitedly to his moms but the little girl clung to your leg and smiled up at Bakugou then ran to her mothers, her blonde curls bouncing in there little pigtails.
You looked at your husband for a while while he looked off into space, when you felt the sharp pain of a contraction you knew it was about time you head to the hospital. So you stood and payed for your meals without Bakugou.
When you waddled back to the table he was still there in the same position.
“Sweetpea, it’s time to go, baby.” You grabbed his arm and gently pulled him out of his seat. You walked out the door with him and his eyes got hit by sunlight and he snapped out of it.
“That was our kid.” He stated no longer glossy eyed.
“What do you mean?”
“That was our future daughter. That’s exactly what they’re going to look and act like. That was them! They’ll have your eye color and my hair and she adored you as much as our gremlins will.” His smiled was broadly proclaiming his excitement as a few tears rolled down his face.
You would’ve hugged him if your contraction didn’t have you roll into yourself. “Ow! Okay let’s get going to the hospital! I’m very much about to have a child!”
The color in his face drained and he ushered you into the front seat.
The trip to the hospital was full of Bakugou yelling on the phone to his best friend about how it was time and how to get to the hospital... he didn’t know where the hospital was and was having a panic attack as you were doing breathing exercises next to him, gripping the car door tightly.
Finally you made it to the emergency room and a few nurses had you sit in a wheelchair and they pushed you to the delivery room, Bakugou’s footsteps comforting you.
Bakugou’s gripped your hand tightly when it was finally time to push, you had been preparing in the room for three hours and it was time for your kids to come out.
You screamed in pain as your vagina was literally being ripped open to make passage for your first child. Sweat dribbled down your face and Bakugou stood tall next to you, not fainting like you thought he would, though, he has seen both your genitals and blood in his life, so you supposed it wasn’t that much of a surprise.
“It’s a girl!” The nurse yelled when a screaming baby was introduced to the world. You slumped in pain as people bustled around you, the nurse quickly cleaned and wrapped the baby up and put the in the hands of another nurse as they waited for you to have your second baby.
“Miss, there seems to be two more in your womb.” The doctor between your legs said nervously.
“What!?” You almost started crying out of how much pain you were in but smiled at the prospect of your husband with three little ones running around,
Bakugou’s face was pretty much void of color and emotion but he kept holding your hand firmly.
The same process was repeated twice, you had about an hour in between each child and came out victorious with three daughters. Bakugou’s arms held two of them while you held one with a proud smile.
The oldest of the three was Bakugou Victoria, she was victorious in her birth.
The second was Bakugou Senshi, meaning warrior.
Lastly was little Bakugou Katrina. Katsuki liked the name and you picked out the other two.
Victoria and Katrina had Bakugou’s honey blonde hair but Senshi had strawberry blonde hair which you didn’t expect at all.
After that and many tears, you were cuddled in your hospital bed, three cribs with sleeping babies to the side as Bakugou held your hand and whispered how amazing you were.
“You were so good, my love. I’ve never met anyone braver. I wouldn’t be strong enough to push out three amazing girls. I love you so much. So much.” He kissed your lips gently after every sentence, showing you his absolute love and affection through sweet words and his lips. You smiled and closed your eyes to fall asleep.
That slumber didn’t last long before Katrina was screaming her head off and woke up Senshi with her loud exclamations, Victoria, however, was fast asleep in her crib snoring slightly.
You opened your eyes to your gorgeous husband with two babes in his arms rocking back and forth, he swayed as he walked trying his best not to accidentally trip over his own feet. You smiled brightly and reached out to him and he walked over to you and handed you Senshi, her red hair and green onesie being the only indicate to her identity.
Those days passed quickly. You and Bakugou barely got any sleep to the three sweethearts as they grew older. Senshi’s big eyes were the first to started following you both around everywhere you went smiling when she saw her daddy’s face. The doctors said she had very good eyesight for her age.
Katrina was the first to start walking, she was constantly confused as to where she would end up, usually in front of a wall, not knowing that you could just turn around and you’d be away from the wall. Her cries would alert you both that Katrina was in front of some wall somewhere, and didn’t know where she was.
Victoria however... well she would run and walk around but she still wasn’t speaking, it didn’t worry you too much but you talked with your husband and he thought that it would be good to ask a doctor.
When you went to the doctor, your suspicions of her being deaf were thrown out the window, thankfully. She was fine, just wasn’t very vocal about herself, though the doctor said that might change over time.
And it did. Victoria turned out to be your loudest daughter, she would scream excitedly and blabber on about something you didn’t understand as the three sat in a triangle on the carpet.
You were making dinner when Bakugou came stomping and and flopped onto the floor and started babbling nonsense to your girls who stared at him with wide eyes, smiles were all around as all four started gurgling unintelligible words.
“Dada, dada, boo... boo, die! Die!” Yes “die”, not the best first word for Katrina, but Bakugou said it enough.
“Lalalala!” Bakugou answered her, his voice grumbling.
Victoria’s arms shook excitedly as she suddenly grabbed her daddy’s fluffy hair and smashed her face into it, slobbering all over it.
“No, sweet girl, let’s chew on a toy, okay?” Katsu was being so sweet lately. He barely swore around the babies and in general had been the softest thing ever.
You smiled at the circle of your four favorite people as they all giggled with one another excitedly.
“Dinner!” You called and Bakugou swooped up all his daughters up and brought them giggling to their high-chairs.
You and he feed the girls the baby food in little bottles and watched Victoria violently spit it all back on your husband.
“Shii-oot!” He cried as he wiped of his face with a baby wipe. You smiled at him when he looked at you and he scoffed, flipping you off making you giggle. Bakugou finished feeding Senshi and Katrina while you got to eat your food.
He was so helpful. Cleaning after his kids, helping you around the house, and on his bad work days he would hold his daughters close to him and release stress as they all babbled words that were becoming closer to actual sentences.
To be continued???????
Edit: it was continued. And more to come.
#anime#mha drabbles#mha headcanons#mha imagines#mha bakugou#mha x reader#mha bakugo x reader#mha bakugo katsuki#papa bakugou#daddy bakugou#parenting#parent bakugou#pregnancy#pregnant reader#reader is having triplets#triplets#daughters#cute#babies#cute bakugou
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Callum Turner x Reader - After-match, Part One (smut)
A/N: Since I'm very much obsessed with Callum Turner at the moment, I felt it was only fair I give it a go. It gets smutty towards the end, announcing a second part that will be extremely smutty. Read at your own risk.
When Callum's favourite football team is qualified for the final, Y/N has an idea in mind for the after-match. For obvious reasons, set before Covid.
"Chelsea qualified for the Final!", Callum shouted with a large grin on his lips and a tear hanging "Chelsea's in final!"
On the other side of the apartment they shared was Y/N who was watching Vikings on her computer. She shut down the laptop and reached out for her boyfriend of two years, throwing herself in his arms "Yeah! Good job! I'm sure you screaming for most of the game has something to do with it"
"Hey! For once, it's not you who's screaming!" Callum smiled with an even bigger smile, proudly exhibiting his teeth. He plucked Y/N off the floor and kissed her while she was still in his embrace "They're going to that bloody final!"
Y/N who could not resist her boyfriend's smile, joined in and together they started singing Three Lions.
There were four days until the final since the other team still had to get qualified. Although Y/N was not much of a football supporter, when a competition was on, she could not do any other way than to hear about it.
Callum was passionate to say the least. Chelsea in the final of the Premier League was absorbing all his energy. It was a miracle he was in London for it and not on yet another set. Y/N wanted her beau all for herself but a round ball was in the way and she could not compete. Or maybe she could?
Tottenham Hotspur would fight against Chelsea. Callum was more than excited at the idea of such a great game. An ecstatic Callum was even sexier than the usual version of him, which was already pretty damn irresistible.
But anytime Y/N teased Callum, hinting at the fact that he could take care of her, there was a notification popping on his phone: "Harry Kane hurt during training, could remain on the touch", "According to specialists, could be the greatest game of the season", "Bet on Upcoming Games", which distracted him from her.
Callum had been invited by a friend to see the game and eat pizza at his. In the meantime, Y/N would have a night out with the girls.
As Callum was about to leave on the night of the game with a pack of lager, Y/N stopped him as he passed the bedroom. Her too was close to leave and was finishing her makeup as her lipstick was in her hand.
"Hey! You were not going to leave without telling me goodbye, were you?"
"Fuck! You look gorgeous in that dress!", he nearly dropped the beers when he saw Y/N in a black dress made of velvet. The fabric was stroking her lines whereas the tiny straps showed her soft arms.
"I have a deal for you", Y/N offered as she drew a wave of red on her upper lip.
"Oh yeah?" Callum asked playfully as he grasped her hip with the hand that was empty, to have her closer to him. He was only a few inches of fabric away from her nudity and had to fight his urge to remove her dress.
Y/N came even closer as she whispered in his ear "If Tottenham wins, I get to do anything I want with you tonight. But if it's Chelsea, then I'll let you do anything" She went back to seeing him eye to eye "Deal?"
"That doesn't sound fair"
"No?"
"No... I mean you know nothing about football.. With Kane down, Chelsea stands its chance of winning"
"Who said I didn't want Chelsea to win?"
Callum held back a noise that got stuck in his throat and that ressembled an animalistic growl.
"Y/N... I swear if I wasn't already late, I would have ruined that dress of yours by now"
Y/N smiled and for sole answer kissed Callum on the cheek. Callum's phone buzzed to signal him his cab had arrived.
"I'll see you later, baby!", Callum said on the threshold, ready to hurtle down the stairs.
"Can't wait!"
Callum took the cab he had booked towards Islington where his friend lived. It was not until he was seated in the back that he felt a slight discomfort in the region of his crotch. That bloody dress, he thought to himself, hoping his erection would disappear by the end of the journey.
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"Hi!", Melina, Y/N's colleague cried when the latter arrived at the pub.
The parvis in front of the establishment was packed with supporters who in turns had Tottenham's or Chelsea's scarves.
"Hey! How you're doing? Do you think we could go somewhere less crowded?"
"Are you kidding? It's the final. Anywhere we'll go, it's gonna be like that!", Melina had raised her voice to be heard.
"... At least here they serve a great fish'n'chips", Charlotte added.
Well at least she would know her fate for the rest of the night.
In Islington, Callum arrived. The commentators were already getting excited on the telly as Callum could hear from the threshold.
Callum hugged everyone there after he had set the beers on the table. Amongst them were comedians that he had met during film festivals but had not seen in years.
If the whole friend group was loud at first, making small talk and helping themselves to pizza, when the anthem started, they all got quiet.
The pub too went silent. In both the pub and at Callum's reunion, everyone had their hand on their bosom and sang along the players and the stands.
"Welcome everyone! The game starts now!", one commentator explained.
The defence was good on both sides and the tension began growing.
One missed opportunity for Chelsea later, Y/N received a text.
Cal, 9.14 pm: It's gonna be a long night
Y/N, 9.16 pm: You have no idea!
Then, the release came.
Callum and his friends echoed the neighbourhood's screams.
"It's a goal for Chelsea!", the commentator exulted in the back though no one was paying attention to him, too busy celebrating the action.
"We'll be back after the break"
Cal, 9.53 pm: You can already take your underwear off. It's coming home, baby!
Y/N, 9.54 pm: Don't wear any...
Callum nearly choked on a slice of pizza when reading his girl's text. It would indeed be a long night.
The game was on again. Was it the excitement winning the crowd over or the humiliation of the goal they could not have stopped but Tottenham marked only seven minutes later.
Y/N, 10.11 pm: Looks like you'll be all mine tonight after all!
Cal, 10.14 pm: Ain't I always?
Y/N was now fully engrossed in the game, on the edge of her seat, careful as not to miss anything from her chosen team.
"You've kept your cards close to your chest. You're into football after all, huh?" Carey, a friend from college teased Y/N.
"Cal and I have a bet for tonight. My life depends on it"
The six friends laughed at the remark.
A session of penalty shoot-out had been whistled by the referee to settle a final result.
Cal, 10.51 pm: Good luck, baby!
Y/N, 10. 51 pm: To you too, Cal!
The situation was excruciating. All the attendees in the bar were biting their nails. Callum and his friends had stopped drinking and in fact were competing as to know would hold their breath for the longest time.
The very last shot was for Eden Hazard, on Chelsea's side. If he marked, Y/N would have to surrender to Callum's fantasies. But if he missed the net, she could put to the test all the scenarios she had in her mind for the past few days.
Eden Hazard advanced on the penalty area, breathing in and out. Y/N breathed in and out too. Callum had won the breath-holding contest.
A few seconds later, the referee whistled the end of the game, making cheerful and despondent people in the audience.
#one-shot#well more like a two-shot I guess#callum turner#callum turner x reader#smut#not me being obsessed with another British actor#football as a mean to introduce some smutty material#theseus scamander#enough with the hashtag
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(Yandere and non con warning)
Def not the only one who wants a 18th century h.c of possessive and controlling, husband!Jungkook x forced wife!reader. Jungkook gets jealous after witnessing another man asking you out and when you come back home at night, he breeds you. Please make it rough and non con. Thank you❤️🔥
-> you’re definitely not the only one. I can assure you that I’ve thought about this too many times😫
⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!JUNGKOOK, Squirting/piss play, Physically, mental and emotional abuse, spit play,
-> sorry for any mistakes
Your parents owned a local bakery store
All the recipes were from your late grandmother
You spent almost all of your time there because you were in charge of everything
The store was under your parents’ name but you were the one running it
Sometimes, you even slept there because it’d be too late to walk home
Your dedication to the bakery made it successful
Although, you were the one doing all the work, you parents took all the credit and money
They weren’t paying you because you’re their child
They don’t need to pay you
“It’s a women’s place.” Your father said
You wanted to go back to school however, your parents laughed in your face
“School aren’t for girls, Y/N. Learn how to cook and clean. That’s all you need to know. Let the men handle everything else.”
You were tired of fighting with them and eventually stopped because they threatened to set you up in an arrange marriage
Now, it was just you and the bakery
You had many loyal customers and recently, one has been coming everyday, at the same time
He’d always buy a loaf of banana bread and if he was in a good mood, a blueberry muffin as well
Then, he’d sit in the corner table and eat two - three slices before getting up and leaving
He’d always leave a tip behind and you always kept it for yourself
One day, he didn’t come and you were surprised
For a year straight, he came and bought the same two things
Now, he hasn’t visited in 4 days
Tonight, you came back home for the first time in a while
Your parents had visited the bakery to collect “their” earnings and told you that you have to go somewhere with them that evening
After closing up and cleaning up, you went home and got ready
Your parents were taking you out for dinner as a treat for all your hard work
You were really excited because they were finally acknowledging your hard work
Once you arrived at the restaurant, your parents lead you to a table that already had three people seated
You immediately recognize one of them
It’s that guy who buys your banana loaf!
You sat in front of him while your parents greeted the two other strangers
“Oh, so this is your daughter? She’s gorgeous! Come here and give me a hug.”
You awkwardly chuckled and got up to hug the middle aged women
“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Jeon F/N, this is my husband, Jeon F/N and this is our son, Jeon Jungkook. We’re your soon to be in laws!”
You heart dropped to the floor
“I-in laws?” You asked, confused
“Yeah, honey. Is this your first time hearing about this? We’ve been talking to your parents for a while now.”
You snapped your head towards you parents and they looked emotionless
“No, no they didn’t tell me anything.”
Dinner with them was hell
Your parents were talking about your wedding arrangements right in front of you
You didn’t know what to do
You wanted to rebel but then your parents would disown you
Just like that, you’d be homeless with little money to survive
In the end, you’d be paying the heavy price
You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you the whole time
You wondered if he knew about this
Maybe, that’s why he came to the bakery everyday
“Did you know anything about this?” You said loud enough for him to hear
“I did.”
“For how long?”
“Since last year.”
You eyes widen, in shock
You were right!
“Why didn’t you stop it?”
“Why would I stop it when I’m the one who wants it?”
You scrunch your eyebrows, in confusion
“What’re you talking about?”
“Since the first day I met you, I wanted to marry you. I told my parents and now, we’re getting married.”
Now, you were mad
You got up and stormed off, catching everyone’s attention
You walked to the bakery and locked yourself in
Here, you thought your parents were acknowledging you for first time, when they were actually setting you up for a marriage so they don’t have to take care of you
You cried yourself to sleep that night
The next couple of weeks, the bakery was closed due to your wedding
The wedding was spectacular
You would’ve love it if you weren’t being forced into a marriage
After the wedding, Jungkook took your precious virginity
He made sure to pleasure you until you passed out
He was so in love with you
Now, he was finally able to show you how much he loved you
And mark you as his
The next couple of months, he was attached to you
He took over his family’s business and you took over your family’s business
He’d visit you every day at work to check if you’re with another man
He was so paranoid about it, sometimes he’d come by 3 or 4 times to make sure you were not cheating
You thought he missed you and that’s why he kept stopping by (which is half true) however, you had no idea that he was possessive and controlling
You had to learn the hard way
Sometimes, you wouldn’t leave work until midnight
You had so much things to do like preparing for the next day, making a to-do list, making a grocery lists, and cleaning every area of the shop
It’s time consuming, so obviously you finish up pretty late
Jungkook absolutely hates that
Although you stay late in the shop once in a while, he can’t stand it
He wants you to be in his arms every night
Jungkook gets angry when you’re not
This was your fourth time staying out late in the shop and he’s had enough
He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about what you were actually doing in the shop
What if you lied and went on a date with another man?
What if you were running away from him?
Or even worse, what if you were having sex with another guy?
He raced to the bakery and banged on the door, which scared you
You saw that it was him and let him in
“W-what’s wrong?! You scared me!”
“Grab your stuff, we’re going home.”
“But I’m not done yet! I only have a couple more things to do and then I’ll come home. I told you already-”
“I don’t think you fucking heard me!” He yelled and grabbed your hair
“Grab your shit, we are leaving right now.”
He pushed you towards the counter and crossed his arms
You let your breath out in shock but scurry to get your stuff
You’ve never seen him like this and it terrified you
“I have my stuff.”
“Good, let’s go.”
He helped you lock the door and wrapped his arm around your waist
The walk home was silent
You were scared shitless
All you wanted to do was run back into your parents’ house
But he didn’t let you move an inch away from him
Once you got home, he started pushing you around and arguing some more
“Jungkook, I told you this afternoon when you came to visit! I said I have to stay late so I don’t have to stress myself out in the morning!”
“Don’t fucking lie to me! Who were you fucking seeing?!” He screamed, frightening you more
“No one! I swear, no one!” You whimpered
He corned you into your shared room and locked the door
“Jungkook, I swear! Nothing happened!”
He didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth
It was like you were talking to a wall
He pushed you onto the bed and stripped you naked
Jungkook pushed two fingers into your cunt and pretended to scoop out cum
“If nothing happened, why is your cunt full of cum?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t have sex with anyone!”
You weren’t very educated about sex, so Jungkook had an advantage
You began apologizing even though you didn’t have sex with anyone
You just wanted peace between you two
“I’m sorry! I didn’t cheat or anything, but I’m sorry if it hurt you! I really am!”
Jungkook slapped you and spat on your face
“Dirty slut. Telling me that you’re not cheating but still apologizing.”
“No! Please, I didn’t do anything!”
Jungkook pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning
You were still new to sex so when he didn’t let you adjust, you automatically started screaming and crying
“Please, slower!” You cried, holding onto his biceps as he went faster and deeper
“Stop! Please!”
Jungkook loved the sound of his balls clapping against your ass
It honestly made him harder
All night, he was on top, fucking you hard
Your legs were spread apart, tears in your eyes and sweat dripping down your forehead
You looked like a hot mess
And he loved every second of it
“Mmh- Jungkook!”
You squirted around him and had a trembling orgasm
You couldn’t stop releasing your liquids on him and he couldn’t stop pounding you
The bed sheet was soaked by the end of it
He pushed his cock deep inside and came
After Jungkook fell asleep, you cried for while
How were you supposed to tolerate him for the rest of your life?
The next morning
You woke up in severe pain
You lower region was begging for some pain relief
But there was nothing you could do about it
Jungkook was still sleeping next to you
You decided to leave before he wakes up
After getting ready by leaning on everything, you slowly walked to town
When you arrived at the bakery, you saw a big “for sale” sign
You panicked and went inside the store, only to be greeted by your parents
“Mother, father! Why is there a “for sale” sign on the bakery?”
You parents looked at each other in disappointment
“You see, we have to explain the obvious to your daughter. Be grateful that someone willingly married your idiot daughter.” Your father said before walking out
His words did hurt but you cared about the bakery more than your father
“Why’re you selling it, mother? Can you not afford it anymore? Why-”
“Shut up, Y/N! You’re married now, you have wifely duties. You don’t have time for this bakery so the best option is to sell it.”
Your world fell apart right before your eyes
“But mother-”
“Save it. You already made your father upset. I’m warning you now, you don’t want to get on my bad side.”
You cried the whole morning
After you opened the bakery, lots of people gathered in line
All breads, cakes and muffins were going on sale
After you served the people in line, you went up to the tables and took their order
After you served them, a regular customer who was sitting alone gestured you to come over
You went over to the man and asked him if he needed anything
He told you to take a seat and accompany him
Since the crowd died down, you sat down in front of him
“You look a bit stressed and sad. What’s on your mind?”
You were touched by his words
Finally, someone cared about you
You told him you were upset about the bakery closing
He understood and even offered money to help you keep it open
You were flattered but didn’t accept the money
“Money’s not a problem, my parents just don’t want to keep this shop open.”
You talked with this guy for a couple of hours
Although this was your first time talking to him, you talked to him like he was your best friend
When closing time came around, he got up and asked you out on a date
You didn’t know what to do
You were married but you really liked this guy
You were considering saying yes when someone pulled his shoulder back and punched him across the face
“Jungkook! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“You think I didn’t see that?! I saw it all. I saw you flirting with my wife for three hours straight and then asking her out on a date!”
Jungkook beat the crap out of the guy and pushed him outside
He then came back in the store, looking at you with devil eyes
“Yesterday’s punishment clearly wasn’t enough.”
The entire way home, he was yelling at you, slapping you, spitting on you, pulling your hair, pushing you to the ground and choking you
You were crying the whole time, apologizing over and over
When you arrived home, he seriously had no mercy on you
No foreplay, no lube, no adjusting
Just a raw, thick cock being forced into you
You were begging him to let you go but tonight, nothing was going to stop him
He was moving his hips insanely fast, not giving you enough time to breathe
You were choking on your own sobs
“Jungkook, please no! I’m sorry!”
“Why did you hesitate to deny his offer? You are a married fucking women!” With each word a hard thrust followed, knocking all the air out of you
“Answer me! Is he better than me? Does he take care of you? Does he provide money for you? TELL ME!” He was yelling so loudly, it was making you cry harder
“N-no, he doesn’t. He was just the first person to care about me.” You whispered the last sentence but, Jungkook was able to make it out
“Are you saying that I don’t care about you?”
He got more aggressive and fastened his pace
“Tell me, Y/N! Do you think that I don’t care about you?!”
You couldn’t answer him because you couldn’t catch your breath
He was going too fast and you were crying so hard, you couldn’t breathe
Jungkook noticed how much you were struggling and added onto your struggle by holding your neck down
“Apologize, right now Jeon Y/N!”
You softly apologize but it wasn’t good enough for him
He lifted your legs a little, giving him better access and fucked you till you squirted
This time you sobbed your apology and begged for forgiveness
“I’m so sorry, Jungkook! It’ll never— ah! It’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry! Please for- forgive me for my dumb m-mistake. Please! I’m begging you.” You held onto the bed sheet, praying he would stop
He huskily growled and pushed his cock in deep
“For the next 9 months you’ll be swelling with my baby. Now, everyone can back off.”
He shot his hot cum right into you, filling you up to the rim
Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 3:41am 😄
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ok so i saw your childe face riding hcs and now i am horn for zhongli face riding ;) do you think reader would push him down onto the bed and straddle his face and be all like "eat my pussy" would he tease you? would he be bratty and not do it? thanks -big horn anon
hahaha
i think reader pushing zhongli down against the bed and straddling his face is more of an up to you kind of thing (like it depends on the reader)
also i think you are my 2nd claimed anon on this blog :o (btw cherry anon if you’re still out there i am working on your request! it’s in my drafts)
❀ ཻུ۪۪┊face riding; headcannons, thirst ask
- ̗̀➛ NSFW WARNING || 18+
✿ pairings:
zhongli
✿ tags:
face riding, teasing, mentions of 69, face fucking
i think zhongli is very intrigued by human emotions and expressions so when you guys are fucking he pays very close attention the the kind of faces you make and the way your body reacts
needless to say, if you want to ride that gorgeous face of his, he’ll let you because he wants to see what kind of slutty expressions you’ll make this time
there’s a mischievous glint behind those amber eyes of his as your body begins to crumble from his touch
depending on how you react, he’ll thrust his tongue in a different way or he’ll make sure pay special attention to that sensitive spot of yours -the one that makes your stomach feel all tingly and has your legs shaking in anticipation
he thoroughly enjoys the way you bite down on your bottom lip when he purposely grazes against the area you want him to touch the most
the tip of his tongue just barely flicking over your sensitive spot, the desire to feel his tongue go deeper and deeper gets stronger with each flick of his tongue and soon enough you find yourself gyrating your hips against his face
humping his mouth in hopes of his tongue going deeper inside of you
the frustrated cries that escape your lips are like music to his ears, he loves to hear you whine and beg for him
it doesn’t bother him at all that your arousal is started to leak all over his face or that your thighs are starting to close in on his head and with the way your grinding your pussy against his face makes it a little harder for him to breathe
if he had to be honest with himself he’d say he enjoys it
he loves seeing how desperate and needy you are for him, but most of all, he loves how your body becomes like putty in his hands -how a simple touch can have you crying out and begging for more or how it can send you over the edge, your body convulsing from the pleasure as you cum around him or squirt all over him
he’s the god of contracts tho, so after he’s done making you cum expect to repay the favor
lowkey think that zhongli is more of a 69 guy because of the whole contracts thing, like if he gives you pleasure you gotta give him pleasure in return
but since we’re riding his face, expect to have him face fuck you later
humans pique his interest, so don’t be surprised if he tries to test your limits by thrusting his cock all the way in your pretty little mouth till he’s balls deep and his length is all the way down your throat
his hips still as he indulges himself in the feeling of your throat contracting against his throbbing erection
#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#zhongli x reader#zhongli smut#genshin impact headcannons#genshin impact imagine#big horn anon#bokki writes
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A/n;So someone asked for smut for the perfect girl that decides she’s gonna have some fun before she dies. I’m A bit rusty. TW: sex, cursing, choking, 18+ NSFW
If you wanna read the first part it’s called perfect problem and is the last thing I wrote on here and posted...
“So where are we going?” Bethany asked as they got into some ridiculously expensive sports car. Adjusting her clothing and hair, she glanced over at Roman to find him just watching her.
Smirking his signature smirk, he turned the car on and raced out of the parking lot like he has stolen the car. “It’s a surprise.” Roman said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
“Eyes on the road Speed Racer! Ok well at least tell me what we are going to go do.” She whined.
“Nope. No can do princess. You’re just going to have to have a little faith.” He grinned.
“Your reputation doesn’t exactly inspire trust. No offense.” She felt bad as soon as she looked over. He looked almost sad. “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m not serious.” She lied.
“I thought you were supposed to be smart...”
“Oh ho ho! Someone bounces back quick.”she jibed as she turned to look out the window. She wasn’t exactly familiar with the area so she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. There was trees, and then some houses, and then businesses so there’s no way to tell if they were going somewhere Residential or commercial.
Grabbing her phone to send out some emails, she wasn’t paying attention when she noticed the car had stopped. Looking up from her phone she made an incredulous face at Roman when she noticed that they were in front of a large mansion.
“Really?” She quipped.
“Hey Before you jump to conclusions, I’m just coming here to get into some more comfortable clothes. I can’t exactly have fun in a suit, now can I?” He got out of the car and walked around it to open her door. “You can look around or grab a drink or whatever you like while I change.”
Stepping out of The car, Bethany followed roman inside his home. “ not even gonna try that old give me a tour excuse?”
Scoffing, he shook his head no, and made a crossing motion over his heart. “Scouts honor.”
“What if that’s exactly what I wanted to do?” She breathed out as she made her best attempt at sexy. Licking her lips, and winking, she nearly cried out when all of a sudden he was only inches away from her. “You’re very fast. I hope that’s not true for everything though.”
Smirking, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling back to look at his face, she bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, as he walked them up to his room. Seeing the insecurity creeping in, He kept an eye open to watch where he was going but smashed his mouth back into hers, in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. Completely losing herself, she was startled when he dropped her on the bed and crawled over her body, pressing himself into her, making his intentions clear.
Sitting up as he straddled her waist, he ripped his shirt off, sending buttons flying, before aggressively attacking her mouth once more. Her nails dug into his bare back and he groaned into her mouth, before kissing down her neck and onto her chest.
Abruptly, he jumped off her and stood over her a moment longer than she assumed it took to take off his pants, so she lifted her head, cocking a brow at him curiously.
“Dress off.” He ordered, his smile fading.
Smiling a Cheshire grin, she shook her head no and looked up at the ceiling. Not letting curiosity get the best of her, she refused to look at him when he huffed impatiently. Even when he had stormed out of the room, and returned a few minutes later, looming over her, she refused to award his bratty behavior.
“Please take your dress off.” He finally bit out.
For a moment She pondered denying him-- and in turn denying herself. But the fact remained, she wanted him, whether contrived or genuine, She did. And She was done not doing what She wanted.
“Stand up.” His voice shocked her out of her head and She found herself standing at the side of the bed. “Good girl.” He purred, his hand brushing her back as he walked behind her and She shivered, as she turned her head to look at him. “Head forward.”
She did so, waiting for him to come back into view and see how far he’d take this little game. When she heard the bed sheets move, she fought the urge to turn around until She felt his fingers on her back, drawing letters or shapes; she wasn’t sure. Roman hummed quietly, lulling her into a peaceful calm, when suddenly he pulled her back into him. He was sitting on the bed, his long legs slightly spread and he spun her around, and placed her straddling over his one naked leg. Somewhere, somehow He’d removed his pants.
Gently he traced up her chest and wrapped one hand in her hair, pulling her forward so he could kiss her neck. Surprisingly, he bit her ... hard. Instead of pain, her senses exploded, causing her to moan wantonly, as she ground her core against his bare thigh.
When his other hand slid down her stomach, She Was almost embarrassed by how wet she had become.
“Stay still…” He said playfully in her ear as he slipped his fingers past the lace covering his goal. Plunging them within her, coating his fingers with her wetness, He gazed into her eyes lustily, as he Brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “So ready for me.”
She nodded dumbly, lost in the sinful way his tongue worked around his fingers. Biting her lip, she must of looked pitiful, because Roman dropped character a moment to chuckle and move a piece of hair behind her ear affectionately. Almost lovingly.
Unfortunately she was way too far gone to contemplate what these gestures might mean. She wanted to fuck and she wanted those fingers to go back down there, but this was Roman Godfrey. The man Was unpredictable at best, and uncooperative the rest of the time.
Roman was a predator, and predators like to chase. As much as she wanted to just throw herself at him and demand to fuck her into oblivion, she Still had enough pride to play the game.
“I knew I was right.” He growled, Standing, releasing her hair, so he could wrap his hand around her throat. She grinned, not really caring what he meant. “Now, Im going to fuck you. I’m not going to be gentle, but I’m going to make sure you come so hard that you forget your fucking name.” He smirked cockily, still holding her by the throat. “I can see it in your eyes, that you’re a fucking freak under all that polite perfection. You’ve never fucked up or disappointed anyone ever. You’re loved and respected. Americas sweetheart.... I wonder what they’d all say if they saw you right now, ready to be my little fuck doll, cuz that’s exactly what you are.” Two of his fingers dragged across her cheek, Forcing their way in her mouth. She could taste herself on him and it made her nearly mad with need. She’d never been this turned on in her life. “You have the most perfect lips.” He said as he examined the way they wrapped around his fingers, “I’m going to put so many things in your mouth.”
She sucked briefly, before humming around his digits, lightly biting them. Swiftly, he removed them for a moment, before getting a mischievous look on his face and shoving them in as deep as he could, choking her slightly. Slightly panicked, she reached for his hand, but he just tsked and Tightened his grip on her throat, before ripping his fingers out of her mouth and plunging his tongue in their place.
She really needed to breathe, but eventhough she could feel her limbs growing weak, She didn’t fight him. Completely surrendering to the most arousing experience in her life.
“That’s why I’m going to keep you.” Before She could comment or recover, he removed her dress and threw her down on the bed, standing over her a moment to look her over.
He yanked her underwear down and dove two fingers into her roughly, making her arch her back. His expert fingers were moving faster and faster, getting her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. It’d been a long time since a man made her orgasm, and she was certain, she’d never come close to this intensity. He reached down and pulled her up by the back of her neck, holding her against him like a rag doll, as he brought her closer. , his thumb brushed over her clit and She opened her mouth, trying not to scream. Her limbs started to shake, as her pelvis started thrusting into his hand, flailing about as Her vision began to blur. She closed her eyes tight, ready for the climax.
“Look at me. Look at who is making you feel this way,” he said seductively.
She breathed, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, as He quickened his pace again and added a third finger, making her buck, as she grabbed his rock hard erection, causing him to hiss, and roll on top of her.
“Patience.” He teased, pushing her legs apart. She looked in between his to see his cock standing hard and long against his stomach, a new need screamed within her, demanding him inside her right fucking now.
“What do you want?” He asked innocently, three fingers diving into her again. She closed her eyes from all the sensations, trying to get control, but she was past the point of pride now.
“Please--” She gasped. “Please.”
“Please what?” He pressed down on her clit and She wanted to kill him, but first had to fuck him. His other hand came down and pinched her nipple, twisting it and making her cry out.
“Fuck!” She screamed as he did the same to the other. “Fuck! Fuck me Roman! Fucking fuck me now or I’m going to kill you!”
He didn’t need to be told twice and She felt the large head of his cock against her entrance, before he just forced it inside her with one powerful thrust.
He was big and it took her body a moment to adjust to him, the burn slowly fading as he gave her a moment to breathe and relax herself to accommodate by far the largest cock she’d ever seen, let alone was inside of her.
Somehow it felt divine when he began to move again, and she moaned loudly, his body pressing down into her as he started to move his hips back and forth. She could feel him driving into her with solid, sure strokes as She clenched around him. His lips crashed into hers again as he pushed his hand under her ass and pulled her hips up, sitting back so he could move at a quicker pace. Setting her nerves on fire. Every inch of her body sang in extreme pleasure. His thrusts massaged her inner walls, the tension roaring through her, as he bottomed out and touched a place she’d never felt before, but the intensity made her screech.
She could feel the tell tale signs of an orgasm swelling through her but She held it back, making it feel sweeter and richer with each passing moment. His fingers dug into hips hard enough to break her bones as he closed his eyes, focusing on his own pleasure. His pace turned more erratic and She gripped him around his torso, desperately trying to hang on so they could both orgasm at the same time. Pulling him down and attempting to hide her face in his throat, he stopped and leaned back looking at her beautiful flushed face.
“Ah--ah-- ah--” He held still. “Look at me.”
She did, letting herself melt into his gaze as he started again, harder and faster than before. Noises came from her, she didn’t know She could make and his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing possessively. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her until She was right back to nearly cumming.
“Please--” It took effort to speak through his grip, but She was so close, she didn’t care if she had to beg. “Please, I’m so close--”
“Tell me how badly you want it.” He ordered, his own breath ragged.
“I need it-- please! Please, Roman!” She screamed like a desperate, shameless whore, before she exploded, tightening around him as his grip turned to a vice around her neck and somehow the lack of oxygen intensified the sensory overload to a new height. She drowned in the relentless, all encompassing sensations, that lasted far longer than She thought possible-- causing herself to completely release control for the first time in her life.
As the shocks rocked through her, she felt him stiffen and press into her as deep as possible, spending himself inside her. She couldn’t help but trip out a little about being so full of him. She’d never allowed anyone to finish inside her before.
“You really are good at everything,” he said playfully, as he rubbed his nose along hers, and held her a moment, before pulling out, and flopping down beside her. Brushing his fingers along her tight stomach, and full breasts, he decided she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
His mother was going to fucking hate her...
Perfect.
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cedric diggory x fem!reader
part two: Dreamiest Boy in School.
warnings: smut, shower sex, swearing, oral (female receiving), masturbation.
If you are not comfortable please do not read.
summary: Cedric’s been in love with you for years. What will he do when he catches the reader moaning his name after a quidditch game in the prefect’s bathroom. Fluff at the end.
a/n: characters are 18+ and it is fully consensual.
word count: 4.2k
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Cedric first met you in his fifth year when he’d first been appointed captain of the hufflepuff team, it was your first time trying out despite also being in your fifth, but it was no secret that it wasn’t your first time on the pitch. You were a natural, blocking quaffles with ease, letting none enter the goal. Your movements were smooth, elegant, but forceful, effectively getting the job done, but truly showing off the art of flying. Cedric had to forcibly pinch himself after you touched down.
Today was a rough game against gryffindor, It went on much longer than it needed to with Ms. Pink Toad calling random people from the pitch and ‘hem hemming’ every time someone managed to score a goal. When Cedric had eventually caught the snitch, he had to deal with a ten minute long speech from Umbridge speaking of his bravery and strength, he cut it short after she began to run her hands over his face.
Now came Cedric’s favourite part of the game, his friends had already congratulated him on the win, but he was close by you and your friends as you touched down from the goal post. You were distributing high-fives to everyone, even throwing Cedric a quick thumbs up before running to your gym bag and taking a long sip from your water bottle. Here it comes, your pupils glance from side to side, scanning the area before grabbing the hem of your jersey to dab at the sweat running down your face. No one on the team cared you did this, but you still felt weird randomly pulling your jersey up to clean off your face. You did this after every practice and game, and although he didn’t mean to intrude Cedric found himself gazing at you often.
Cedric takes his bottom lip into his teeth as he looks to the grass beneath him, his thoughts running wild. He pictures what it would be like if he was the one pulling at your shirt, slowly pushing it up your gorgeous body as you beg him to take it off, rolling your hips desperately against his. The seeker’s pants were starting to get a little more constricting at the thought.
Ever since his first time seeing you at the pitch, he’d find himself thinking of you this way a lot. His name spilling from your lips, mouth agape, legs quivering. It kept him awake often, thinking about you. Imagining the feeling of your lips pressed to his as he rocked his hips in and out of you. He didn’t appreciate the sinful thoughts encasing his mind every time he saw you, it drove him insane. Any time you licked your lips, shook out your hair, smirked or even simply laughed, he’d have to excuse himself to rid of the heat from his face.
It was even worse the two of you had become close friends in the last two years, you were the person to help and train him for the triwizard tournament, working out with him often and supporting him through his challenges, also being his unofficial ‘date’ to the ball. You pushed him well, preparing him for the physical challenges that lay ahead in the contest, but only having his crush grow as you worked by his side and hugged him good luck. After he won, you were one of the first people he went to after his father. You had jumped into his arms and held him tight as he recounted the story of how Voldemort had stunned him and Harry had saved his life. Upon finishing the story, you had kissed him on the cheek and whispered.
“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone.”
He knew then that he was never going to let you go.
Cedric did his best to put your friendship first, reminding himself of your platonic status and your great history. He couldn’t jeopardize it all, even if he fancied you. Running himself a cold shower after stripping down his robes in the prefect’s bathroom, he tries to place his thoughts in a different headspace. He ignores his surroundings as he tries to rid himself of the dirty images, letting the cold water stream onto his face. It was practically useless, his mind drifted back to your lips pulled between your teeth or how your lips felt against his cheek after each hit of cold water. With one small thought, his arousal and need grows.
Sighing quietly and shutting the tap off, the hufflepuff head boy wraps a towel around his waist as he picks up his bag to begin getting changed. Halfway to zip open his bag, he can hear a shaky voice calling, not to far away.
“Oh f-fuck Ced.”
Body immediately going rigid, the wide-eyed boy regains his train of thought and remembering where he is, glancing around the showers. The voice was so familiar, close.
So... dream-like. Sifting through his memories to match the voice, he thinks of people close to him that were also prefects or head girls, the only person to came to mind was you, but that was impossible. What were you doing saying his name so beautifully.
“Faster, please.” The voice rang out again in a softer mewl. The brunette’s cheeks light on fire as the voice finally registers in his ears, no doubt it was your soft cry. Despite his better judgment, Cedric needed to check this out. To make sure he wasn’t just imagining your voice begging for him.
As he approaches the shower he hears the voice from, he can hear a heavy pant and a shower getting louder. Standing before the closed curtain. His hand hovering over top the thin material, he mentally debates this, perhaps he was wrong. He might’ve misheard, and the he’d be barging in on a random girl. Pulling his hand away he turn to leave, but another moan perks his attention.
“F-fuck Cedric, I-I’m gonna c-cum.” A quivering whimper, cries his name again.
He’d heard you say his name about a million times, cheering him on, talking to him, laughing out his name. That was you inside, about to cum to his image.
Not able to take it anymore and he rips open the shower curtain, his cock springing up under the towel and pure desire taking over his senses. There you were, damp hair streaming down your shoulders, leaning against a wall with one hand on your breast and the other deep between your legs, pushing in and out at a rapid pace, practically sobbing for release.
“Are you masturbating?”
You barely register the soft question, but as your eyes open they instantly flash with horror and you immediately pull your hands away from your body, meeting gazes with a wide-eyed Cedric. A flood of embarrassment consumes you, he must have heard you. Merlin, you felt disgusting.
“Oh my gosh Cedric I’m so sorry!” You apologize frantically, rushing to grab your towel and cover yourself as tears of self-consciousness begin to well in your eyes. “I didn’t- I’m so sorry.” You try and push him out of your way, but Cedric will not let you pass, his grey eyes still staring holes into you. Agonizing seconds pass as he simply looks you down, your head swiveling around to look anywhere but his stoic gaze.
Finally smirks in amusement, Cedric reaches over and takes your chin in between his fingers, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, you ready yourself for a lecture, or maybe screams, but it doesn’t come.
“I like the way you said my name.” Cedric teases, pushing you back into the running shower.
“Hands between your thighs and on your breast, were you thinking about this?” Cedric purrs, pushing you against the smooth wall and pressing his chest against yours, slowly rocking his hard on against your sensitive clit with the rough towel around his waist.
“Imagining me taking you in the shower, fucking you against the wall and whispering dirty thoughts into your ear?” He continues in a low voice, continuing the gentle rock of his hips.
Your mouth drops open at Cedric’s reaction and the waves of pleasure clouding your senses. “Answer me.” Cedric growls, pushing harder against you and encasing you in his arms, his elbows by your head and his forearms against the wall. “Y-yes, I-I was.” your soft voice breathes out. “Yes, who?” Cedric grins, his eyes growing dark with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Yes Cedric.” You moan as the toned hufflepuff continues to roll his hips slowly, an approving smirk spreading on his lips.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wished to do this love.” Cedric begins to nip at your neck, sucking and kissing around until he finds the spot that makes your breath hitch. You bite your lip to suppress the upcoming moan.
“Stop.” Cedric’s needy voice growls at you. “The only one who’ll be biting those lips is me.” He states, desire lacing every word.
Roughly pushing his lips against yours in a heated kiss, his warm tongue swirls around your mouth, drinking in your intoxicating taste and gliding his rough fingertips up and down your body, memorizing every curve before coming to rest on your hips. Your teeth clash, pleasure and heat travel to your core, fueling your arousal as a hard member prods at you from under Cedric’s dangerously low towel.
“Besides, I want the whole castle to know you’re mine.” The grey-eyed hufflepuff bucks his hips into yours again making you squirm. “C-Cedric!” You cry out, wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and digging your nails into your champion’s back, the steam in the shower clouds your perception even more, all you could sense was Cedric’s body against yours, every muscle every scar. Cedric’s teasing lips pull up again as you begin to ramble.
“I-I need you.” you beg nervously, grinding your hips against the soaked material of Cedric’s towel.
“Would you like my fingers or my tongue love.” Cedric’s cool digits brush the inside of your thighs, you nearly jump at the feeling. “Both.” You manage to whimper out as Cedric’s hard stare bores into you.
“Dirty girl.” He smirks teasingly, his voice smooth as satin and dark as sin. “Beg for it.”
You could feel your arousal growing at Cedric’s words. You’d never seen him as the type to wish his partner to beg, but Merlin you weren’t complaining.
“Please Cedric, I need you. You make me feel so fucking good, please don’t stop, let the whole castle know who I belong to.”
Your champion’s eyes go from a piercing grey to almost black as lust and arousal course through his veins. He slowly lowers himself to the ground, pressing kisses all the way down to where you needed him most. Cedric takes his time spreading your legs apart and kissing up your inner thighs and blowing on your clit, sending shockwaves up your trembling form. He looks back up at you as he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your folds and begins to swirl his tongue around your clit. Your thoughts run cold, all that consumes your mind was the ecstasy running through your veins, Cedric flicking his tongue around your sex, fucking you with his tongue and lapping hungrily at your sweet juices.
“Oh fuck Cedric, please don’t stop.” Your mewling voice begs needlingly, breathing heavily to keep yourself from falling over.
Cedric smiles into you and slowly teases his fingers around your entrance, tracing along the edge of your slit before sinking two long digits into your wetness. spots flash in front of your eyes as your head falls back against the wall. Cedric pulls and pushes his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, twisting them around and bending slightly as your walls grow tighter around him. He uses his body to keep your legs from doubling over in pleasure and continues to ravage you with both his tongue and fingers. flicking and sucking at your bundle of nerves while thrusting his fingers in and out of your core. A familiar knot begins to form and you dig your hand into Cedric’s damp hair, pulling him closer to you and desperately rocking your hips against his face, desperate for any more friction he could give you. Cedric chuckles at your moaning form. Sending even more delicious vibrations to your sensitive clit, as moans mix with longing cries of your lover’s name. Cedric pulls his mouth away, bringing himself to a standing position, still burying his fingers in you, replacing his tongue with his calloused thumb to massage your throbbing bundle of nerves.
“You don’t know what you do to me darling. How does it make you feel that you give me a hard-on every time you lift that shirt up to wipe your face? Every time you bite that gorgeous lip, or flip your hair you’d have me wanting to bend you over and fuck you senseless.”
You try and respond, but the pleasure Cedric was giving to you was all your mind could take. The sound of his fingers pounding into your wet core and Cedric’s deep pants were driving you insane. You can only moan in response and crash your lips against his again. You can taste yourself as Cedric dips his tongue against yours, nibbling on your lip and picking up his pace with his fingers. A familiar knot forms in your abdomen and you have to pull away from Cedric’s lips to moan and arch your back even more, you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the rough fingers pounding in and out of you.
All at once the knot snaps and waves upon waves of euphoria washes over you and consuming your vision in white. Crying out Cedric’s name over and over again, the brunette helps you ride out your high, continuing to pulse his fingers in your clenching hole and kneeling down again to lap up your juices as you moan out and rock your hips gently, Cedric’s cock begins to twitch like mad watching he waves of cum spill from your core, but he takes his time, savoring every drop of your sex.
Cedric is practically beaming with pride as he stands again, holding the back of your head in his large hand.
“So sweet love.” He smirks, wiping a drop of your cum off of his bottom lip with his thumb and licking it off slowly, keeping direct eye contact with you. Your face was red, your legs quivering, and deep breaths sounding from your lips.
“I’m not done with you yet darling.” Cedric drops the towel from his waist and boxes you in his arms again.
“You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” The toned seeker teases in a dark voice.
Feeling his length against your stomach you bite back a moan, fuck he was big. You were unsure what to do, but taking his twitching cock into your hand, you pump his length experimentally, receiving a soft moan in return. Picking up the pace, you spread the precum on his tip as a lubricant. Working your hand against him, he reconnects your lips, a soft whimper flowing from Cedric’s lips. You keep using your hand to pleasure your champion, but Cedric can’t take it anymore.
“I need to be inside of you darling.” Cedric rasps, reluctantly pulling your hand from his throbbing tip and wrapping his arms around you.
“jump.”
Without hesitation you leap up and wrap your legs around Cedric’s hips and he presses you against the wall for support.
“Ready Love?” Cedric smirks, his hands squeezing your ass and cock teasing your soft folds.
“Shut up and take me Diggory.”
Cedric wastes no time sinking into you, slowly at first, letting you adjust to his thick shaft, small grunts sounding from your lips as Cedric sink deeper.
“You’re taking me so well darling, f-fuck.” Cedric groans, sticking his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your sensitive skin and squeezing your hips.
Tears prick in your eyes as Cedric bottoms out in you, burying your hand in his wet brown curls you whimper at the feeling of being so full.
After a couple moments the pain turns to pleasure and you shimmy around motioning to Cedric it’s okay to move. The brunette begins to thrust in and out of you, slow at first, but soon finding a rhythm, pulling in and out of you in a quick pace, thrusting out to almost his tip before burying himself to the hilt inside you once again.
“Faster Cedric.” your pleading voice gasps and pleads.
Cedric obliges, snapping his hips back and forth to the point you see spots in your vision and you’re dragging your nails down your champions back. Cedric frantically presses his lips against yours again as he groans loudly. You swallow the moan in the kiss and cup your hands around Cedric’s defined jawline, pulling him closer and clenching your core in surprise as he pushes his thumb to your clit.
Your reaction pulls another breathy moan from Cedric, but his thrusts don’t stop. He continues to pound into you, his desire out weighing any tiredness that should’ve been.
Your loud moans only egg him on further. Your sinful, desperate pleas for more drive him insane. Arching your back and rolling your hips, Cedric pounds even further into you.
“Fuck Cedric, right there.” Your loud beg cries out and Cedric smirks, slamming his hips into your spot over and over again. Screams of pleasure and sighs of satisfaction fill the air. Wet sounds of skin on skin ring throughout the large bathroom as Cedric sinks deep into you with each needy thrust.
Parting your lips, another choked moan is pulled from your lips and your vision goes blank once again as your coil snaps and your grip tightens on Cedric. Your champion doesn’t stop, his thrusts are still merciless and needy, but as your slit clenches his cock in a tight hold, his thrust becomes lazier and he can feel his release coming soon.
“You make me feel so good Ced, I’ve had my hand in between my legs thinking about this for so long, o-oh fuck.” You moan in a teasing voice against the brunettes ear. You can feel Cedric’s upper body go rigid as he uses the last of his strength to snap his hips into yours like his life depended on it. Your dirty talk making him imagine your naked body lying on your bed, moaning out his name, probably only a hallway away from him. Years of lust and love fuel his next thrusts. Every time he’d painfully gotten hard because of you, every time he imagined you underneath him and making you scream his name in ecstasy was all coming true and groaning your name into the crook of your neck he snaps his hips in a desperate thrust one more time before releasing all over your tight walls, his body pulsing in euphoria sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being.
Your eyes roll back and your legs jolt at his powerful stream, thanking Merlin you had taken the potion to help with cramps not too long ago. You begin to roll your hips lazily to help Cedric ride out his orgasm, your core practically numb with pleasure and your entire body exhausted. Cedric is panting heavily, his hand buried in your hair and his other still supports your body. He gives your bum a small squeeze, your body still against the wall and his still pressed to yours in support, letting the warm water from the tap relax your tired muscles and wash the proof of your pleasures off of your legs, while still intimately connected.
Cedric smiles as he looks deep into your eyes, still panting heavily, but now with nervousness and a slight anxiety. He couldn’t keep his true feelings from you any longer.
“You know I love you right?” The hufflepuff head boy confesses, running a hand down the side of your face.
“I’d hope so, considering you just fucked me senseless.” You giggle and wrap your arms around Cedric’s toned shoulders.
Your giggle dies down to a grin and a pink blush makes it’s way onto your face as you look down to see the two of you still connected
“I love you too.” You smile earnestly, a smile playing on your lips and you press a kiss to Cedric’s pink cheek. “I’ve loved you since those days in fifth year when I trained with you, you don’t know how relieved I was you survived, and with Umbridge around I thought I might never get the chance to confess.” Your emotions come through and Cedric has to blink the pure happiness from his eyes to respond.
“I’ve loved you since the moment you came rushing into my arms after the maze, I had a crush on you before, but i’ll never forget when you said those words, I knew I’d never let you go.” Cedric’s smile falters a bit as your stare drops to his lips.
“C-can I kiss you?” His face grows closer to yours.
“Didn’t ask for permission while you were cumming in me.” You tease, peppering kisses all around Cedric’s handsome features as his face grows hot in embarrassment.
“I-Is that a yes?” He murmurs hopefully, your soft lips trailing down his jawline.
You smile and press a kiss to the corner of Cedric’s mouth.
“As long as I can be your girl.” You giggle.
Cedric immediately pushes his lips to yours in a more delicate, but wanting kiss. Taking his time now to show you his adoration and care for you. The sounds of your lips molding together sounding through the large shower. Cedric runs his tongue through your mouth again, slowly this time, sighing at the taste of your after-game drink and the light taste of strawberry chap stick that remained on the inside your lips, begging to be found and appreciated.
As Cedric continues to ravage your mouth you run your hands up and down his chest and abs, taking deep breaths of his autumn like scent. Campfire, vanilla and honey were the most prominent, while his aftershave also offered a sharp, wood like smell.
“I love you y/n, so much. It would be an honor to have you as my girl.” Cedric sighs against your lips, placing one final peck before pulling away and grinning like a little kid. A smile begins to form on your face.
“Hey, did you think you could, you know.” You awkwardly motion down towards where you were still intertwined. “My legs are kid of sore.” Cedric’s eyes widen in realization and he nods frantically, apologies spilling from his lips as he slowly pulls out of you with a small ‘pop.’ Cedric lowers your feet to the ground and begins to back up, but the sudden weight removed from your body made your legs forget how to move and you crash into Cedric’s chest again.
Your legs felt numb and you couldn’t get them to move properly without falling. Cedric does his best to hide his pride as your lips pull into a frown, but a small smirk emerges as he bites his lip to stop it. He glances down and also notices the small purple love bites littering your neck and he almost beams.
“I hope you’re happy with yourself Ced, I can’t walk.” You roll your eyes at his useless attempt to stop his smile.
“I am, and I must say you look absolutely ravishing sporting my love bites darling.” He grins darkly, but a light chuckle breaks free.
“Alright let’s get you dressed, come on.” Cedric turns the tap off before leaning over again and catching your legs in his arms, carrying you bridal style out of shower, grabbing your towel and gym bag on the way out.
Placing you down on a bench, he grabs his own fluffy, white towel from his bag. Using it to pat your hair and body dry, making sure to get every inch of your body, and being careful around your intimate parts as you winced often. Grabbing another school-provided towel, he pats his upper-body dry before tying the cloth around his waist. Shaking out his damp hair, he grabs your bag and places it next to you.
“Do you think you can do it yourself darling?” His voice is filled with concern, but you nod and zip open your bag. Cedric turns to his own clothes and after tugging on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, wipes his hair dry before throwing on a t-shirt.
He turns to see you in a black sports bra, tugging on a pair of black tights, but unable to get them up your bum. Cedric smirks, walking over to you and pulling you up, holding you against him as a support while you finally get the leggings on. He sits you back down before pulling a jumper out of his bag and slipping it over your head.
The sweater seems to swallow you whole and it takes a moment to find the holes for your arms. You thank Cedric and sigh at being engulfed in Cedric’s sweet scent, pulling the jumper over your nose and smiling in content.
“You look better in my clothes than I do.” Cedric smirks happily, pulling you up again and interlocking your hands.
“Well in that case I guess I’ll keep it.” You grin, slipping on your sneakers and following Cedric out the prefect bathroom to the best of your abilities, having to stop often due to the aftershock of Cedric’s desperate pounding. Finally resorting to Cedric carrying you once again. Thankfully Dolores and her goons seemed to be missing from the scene.
Finally making it back to the hufflepuff common room, Cedric sneaks you into his dorm and closes the canopy around his four poster bed. Breathing out in content, The head boy cuddles you into his chest and wraps his arms around your torso.
“Can’t believe you’re actually here on my bed with me, I’ve only dreamt of this.” Cedric murmurs giddily, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your nose.
You snake your arms around Cedric’s broad chest and cuddle closer to him.
“I’m never letting you go, you know that.” Your champion teases, kissing your hairline.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You reassure, closing your eyes tiredly and slowly drifting off, exhaustion from the day's activities getting to you.
Cedric peers down at you a happy smile resting on his lips as he too yawns and relaxes into his pillow. This day couldn’t have gone any better. He won the game, fucked you in the shower and now he’s cuddling you in his bed. His blush reappears onto his cheeks as your breathy moans engrave themselves into his brain, but pride takes over as he reminds himself it was him who made you moan like that. Peppering kisses on your forehead he finally closes his eyes and replays your evening with a small smirk.
This is my first time writing smut so tips would be appreciated!
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For the drabble challenge: Bucky Barnes / He took the last treadmill
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Bucky Barnes x Reader, No Powers AU
Summary: Bucky Barnes has stolen the last treadmill and with it, the last shred of your patience.
W/C: 2k
Warnings: Smut, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex
A/N: I wrote this for @syntheticavenger's 5k How it started/How it's going celebration/challenge!! I know it's been a minute since I've written anything but if you liked this please comment/reblog!
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How it started -
You heaved a heavy sigh as you finally got into your car. Looking at the clock on your dashboard you noticed it was nearly 11pm. You were fresh off of a late night at the office that ended with you being chewed out in the boardroom for someone else’s mistakes and desperately needed to release all your pent up rage. You can’t run away from your problems but you can damn well try at the gym.
You reached for the door but before you could reach it a large hand was pulling the handle and holding the door for you. The hand lead to a thick forearm with veins trailing up to perfectly sculpted biceps. You peered up at the owner of the sculpted arm and found it belonged to maybe the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He has crystal blue eyes and pillowy lips curved slightly into a grin. Strands of shoulder length hair are falling out of the small bun he’s tied it into and into his face.
You didn’t realize you’d stopped midstep, leaving him waiting on you to walk through the entryway. Quickly looking away with a huff of small embarrassment you muster a small thank you and pick up the pace towards the locker rooms. You were suddenly feeling nervous at the realization that you’d have to work out in front of him but the thought of him in less clothing was appealing enough to distract you.
You’d figured given the hour that the gym wouldn’t be so busy but looking around it was teeming with activity. As if your day couldn’t be any more annoying, one lone treadmill stood open so you hustled to the locker rooms to change so you could claim it.
Just as you were about to put your phone in your locker and head out you were bombarded by a slew of work emails, making you furious all over again. Anger refueled, you set off with new determination for the treadmill. Just as you were about to enter the main gym area the same guy that held the door open for you was headed in the same direction. Smiling, you held the door open for him this time with a small laugh, which he thanked you for before bounding off.
His huge stride was heading in a direction that was giving you a bad feeling. You tried to fastwalk past him, hoping that you could beat him there but before you could touch the rails he was stepping onto the last fucking treadmill. You came to a stop with a look of disbelief and he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you.
“Somethin’ wrong, doll?”
“No,” you scoffed before walking away towards the ellipticals.
With the state of your temper right now you didn’t trust yourself not to blow up on him. You tell yourself that the gym asks people to only use equipment for a certain amount of time, someone’s bound to get off soon. You were breaking a sweat but it wasn’t really releasing all the built up tension you had like running would. Glancing over you spy one open treadmill, but of fucking course the only one open is next to him.
Heaving a sigh you turn up your music and step up to the treadmill intent on ignoring him. His head turns slightly towards you and out of the corner of your eye you spy a smirk. You roll your eyes and up the pace, hoping to block out the rest of the world for a bit.
You let yourself get lost in the workout and finally felt some of your frustrations melt away. When you’d reached your limit and got off you looked around and realized that the man was gone, so was most everyone else. Checking the time you noted it was nearly 2 AM and you figured you’d better call it a night if you were ever going to deal with the shit show that awaited you tomorrow morning at the office.
Walking back to the locker rooms the man from earlier was passing you on his way out and gave you a mischievous grin.
“I steal your treadmill back there, doll?” He asks playfully.
“Don’t let it happen again” You say jokingly with a small smile, still slightly annoyed.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He chuckles, “Have a good night.”
You wish him a good night as he walks on past you, notes of his body wash hitting your senses. As annoyed as you’d been you definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again.
Another week or so had gone by and another fiasco at work had erupted. You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take but you’d made a habit of running at the gym whenever shit went down at work. You’d yet to run into the handsome stranger again but he’d probably just distract you anyway so it was for the better.
You’d opted for lifting light weights and in doing so, you’d completely missed Man Bun just across the room. You’d forgotten that you wanted to run. You got up and turned towards the treadmills. You had stepped forward just in time for Man Bun to take the last. Fucking. Treadmill. Again. Your jaw actually dropped a little and didn’t try to conceal your scoff.
“Come on!” you even stamped your foot a little. After the time you’ve been having at work all you’d wanted was to let off some steam but here he was again with his cocky attitude treating it like a joke.
He actually stopped the treadmill and turned around, a toothy grin proudly on display.
“I did it again, didn’t I? Don’t worry I’m sure someone else will be off soon”
How it’s going -
Your back met the cold tiles of the shower as he pushed you back with a harsh kiss. His lips caught yours, stealing your moans as his large calloused hands ran their way down your curves. You focused your efforts on pushing down his sweats, his cock springing free from its confines.
“No underwear? How presumptuous” You ask against his lips with a smile.
“What can I say? I was feeling lucky”
He hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them down. You hastily stepped out of them and worked to remove your top, leaving you in only a sports bra and your panties. He paused for a second before taking your panties in his fist and snapping them in one go. You gasped, slightly shocked but it just turned you on further.
He was to the point in what he wanted, his fingers finding your core and sinking right in. Your moan turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting you right in your G-spot. You were feeling small under him, his perfectly toned chest proudly on display and his biceps bulging as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.
The pleasure you were feeling in this moment had you in disbelief that you’d ever been hesitant of him when he cornered you earlier.
By the time you’d finally gotten done with your run you’d realized everyone had petered out, even Man Bun. You reckoned it was time for you to head out too. It was kind of eerie being alone in the gym so you wanted to shower and get out as quickly as possible.
As you were about to push the door open a familiar, large hand covered yours. You could feel his body heat and smell whatever soap he’d used, that’s how close he was. You turned around and he kept his arm outstretched past you, you were practically in his arms.
Your eyes met his and you let out a shaky breath, you weren’t really sure what to make of the expression on his face. You raised your eyebrows in waiting.
“Just wanted to apologize, for takin’ your treadmill and all. Seems to be a habit of mine, huh?”
“I’m starting to think you meant to.”
“I gotta admit, I saw you gunnin’ for that treadmill and I wanted to beat you there. What do you say I make it up to you?”
He was definitely making it up to you now. He was a man on a mission, pressing his palm firmly against your clit and working against your spot, trying desperately to get you to cum. You couldn’t do anything but cling desperately to his shoulders. Your cries were getting louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You finally snapped and came with a shout before nearly slumping against him. His arms caught you and he laughed a little to himself.
“So fuckin’ good for me, you’re gonna take me so well.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple as you tried to get your bearings. You reached down to grab his cock in your hands, he was rock hard and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along them.
You shakily began to sink down to your knees but a strong hand grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you up before you could.
“Just wanna feel you” He breathed out before pressing a kiss to your lips.
It was your turn to smirk at him, slowly standing up to your full height. He kissed you again as his large hands grabbed your breasts one at a time, toying with your nipples and making you whimper just slightly. You could feel his cock hard against your thigh and decided you needed him now.
You lifted your thigh up over his hip, which he was all too eager to hold while you grabbed him and positioned him at your entrance. His other hand grasped your hip and he thrusted into you with determination, causing you to let out an obscene moan. He was hitting you so deeply and when he began moving you swore you couldn’t take him.
He hooked one arm under your leg as he pistoned in and out of you at a pace you weren’t quite ready for but you’d reveled in the feeling of. He was hitting you deeper than you’d ever thought possible by anyone else you’d had before.
“Shit,” He huffed, “Gonna fuck you stupid?”
You could only whimper in response as he did just that. He wasn’t holding anything back as he thrust into you over and over. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed but in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the noises that came out of you, couldn’t help the begging for him to continue.
As he pistoned in and out of you while keeping a vice grip on your leg you let out the most wanton little mewls, only spurring him on further. He was dragging every inch of him out of you and then slamming it back in, all the while his thumb toying with your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out and you couldn’t tell what was more exciting, the thought of him ruining you or the realization that anyone could walk in and see you two. Right now you didn’t care so long as he kept at it.
You tugged at his tresses, pulling them loose from the low bun they hung in, eliciting grunts and groans from him. You latched your mouth onto his neck and found his sweet spot, sucking a deep bruise into it.
“Fuck, babydoll, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out”
“Then don’t”
That was all the motivation it took for him to slam into you at full force, his fingers working double time to help you reach your high once more. You thought you couldn’t take anymore as he slammed into you harder than he had and bit harshly into your neck as he spilled himself inside of you with one final thrust.
You cried out as you came around him, feeling your pussy pulse in waves as you registered the aftershocks. You leaned your head back against the tiles while you tried to catch your breath, vaguely hearing his own sighs. Finally feeling up to sorts, you looked up at him only to find his hazy blue eyes boring into yours. A part of you can’t believe you’d done such a thing in public with a man who was practically a stranger but the other part was just as turned on by the fact.
“Think I’ve given enough penance for you, doll?”
“Not even close.”
#synths5kfollowerchallenge#bucky barns x reader#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes au#marvel au#marvel fic#marvel x reader#no powers au#smut
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Sacrifices
Firstly, WOW. Loved the request and I’ve been debating how to write it out since I saw it in my askbox. Cause, I had a vague idea of what I wanted to do but to properly pull it off was the next challenge.
Secondly, I think I went a bit extra on this...? 4148 words of Dragon Dabi...not all of it smut, but like...half of it is? Had to build up to the gorgeous fucking moments. Completely fucking necessary.
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Scales as black as coal, lacking any gem-like lustre that all dragons possessed; almost like the scales had been individually burnt to a crisp by white-hot flames. The only known way to damage a dragon’s mostly impenetrable scale. A mountain of a dragon staring down at you with annoyance reflecting back at you from an icy blue gaze.
If there was a worse place to be in that moment, you hadn’t heard of it. In fact, you found it impossible to believe that such a place existed; after all, here you were, tied to a large tree outside of a dragon’s cave and unable to defend yourself. Or, more favourably, unable to run from the terrifying creature of adventurer’s tales.
And why were you tied up and dumped in such a place? All because you had helped out a nearby village. A decision that you had come to regret over the past day, the chilled bite of the morning air only reinforcing such thoughts; you should have known better. You should have just minded your own business and continued passing through the meagre village and ignored the poverty that had begun to eat away at the relatively small town.
But no. You had to be the naïvely generous green witch that you were and help the people that had needed it. The very same needy people that had run off to their village chief and cried out ‘Witch! A witch has come!’.
It was the fault of your kindness that you had been chased from the town and captured. That they had beaten you until you could barely move before dragging you, helpless and bound to this large tree and the dragon’s cave; warned to keep your mouth shut if you didn’t want the dragon to take notice of you and eat you.
Even if that was the very reason that they had taken you there in the first place. To have the dragon devour you whole. Though, if memory served your correctly through all of the beatings, you were more of a replacement to some kind of sacrifice that took place in the village each year. You hadn’t understood when they first discussed it near you but now it made perfect sense; a town with a dragon problem and then a witch just happens to wander through the town.
It had been an unfortunate solution for their problems. They lost no one important to their town and they got rid of an ‘evil witch’ as they had called you; despite the fact that you had done nothing but heal them and offer them relief from their troubles.
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“And what. Are you? A snack?”
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You trembled at the rough sounding voice that came from the large dragon that now laid in front of the tree that you were bound to, a razor-sharp talon moving to prod at your shoulder. By some miracle, he didn’t break through your skin but that didn’t stop you from flinching away from his touch; terrified for your short life.
“I’m no such thing and if you try to take even a nibble out of me then I’l—” You were cut off by the ground shaking beneath you, a loud thunderous laughter filling the area while the dragon found amusement in your shouts of defiance. It was probably better than the creature getting offended, but it didn’t make you feel any better about the situation.
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“You’ll what? Go down kicking?”
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Your mouth fell open in mortified shock at his questions, unable to find the words to argue with him after such an enquiry. Of course, he wasn’t wrong; that was most likely the most you could do to a creature like himself.
However, he didn’t need to make you feel so insignificant. So pathetic and weak.
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“It’s those villagers again, isn’t it? I hang around for a couple of years and they go ahead and dump their trash at my doorstep…maybe I should start dropping corpses of my kills on their homes, see how they enjoy having trash litter the place they reside…”
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You stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes as he muttered to himself; unable to avert your gaze when he focused back on your vulnerable form. Somehow, it was more terrifying to have him observe you with silence after such words had left his scaled lips; you didn’t fancy the idea of your dead body being dropped onto a person’s roof. Though, it was more the idea of it being your body that put you off; after the betrayal of the villagers that you had helped, their problems were no longer yours.
“…So, crazy idea…” You trailed off nervously, resisting the urge to squeal when the large talons moved closer to your bound body once more. It was hard to stay focused, having such dangerous weapons so close to you. Those talons could end your life with such little effort, it terrified you; but what’s worse, is that you were positive he was actually trying to make you scream out in fear. It was humiliating, being in such a position.
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“What is your crazy idea? Little human?”
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You narrowed your eyes at the frustratingly amused dragon, gritting your teeth before trying your best to kick at the talon that dug into the earth by your feet; an act meant for intimidation no doubt, but you were never one to follow the norms when it came to experiencing life.
“Do not refer to me as a human! I am not like those back-stabbing villagers!” You shouted the words at him with all the fury you had buried inside of you, all of the frustrations meant for the villagers instead aimed towards a very surprised dragon. One that you hoped wasn’t considering how best to enjoy your death.
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“Then what are you? If not one of those ‘back-stabbing villagers’?”
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You gulped, losing any and all confidence that you had mere seconds ago; the tone in his voice making you a nervous wreck once again. No longer hearing the amusement and bored intimidation act that he had been showing before your declaration; no, now he was serious and if you wanted to live, you had to be less aggravating and more, appealing, to the dragon.
“…I’m a witch. A green witch.” You mumbled out the words quietly, briefly wondering if you would end up as a meal by the end of the conversation. Dragons weren’t well-known for their love of witches, but then again, they were said to enjoy the company of witches more than humans. So, you might, just might have a chance at surviving the encounter. Despite being tied to a tree.
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“A green witch? You’re less common than a dragon…”
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You watched him silently, pressing your lips into a thin line while you tried your best not to bite back at the muttered observation. Of course, he was correct. There weren’t many green witches left, because green witches were peaceful and focused mainly on finding a place to call home and enjoying nature, creating healing potions and ointments with the very plants that they took care in growing.
Green witches, were so much easier for humans to move against. To hunt and to brutally murder, which is yet another reason why you should have simply ignored the village that betrayed your kindness. You should have known better. It was that simple.
Silence was thick in the air as the both of you watched the other, refusing to say anything more on the subject right up until he moved his talons to the rope that bound you to the large tree; easily slicing through them. As if they were nothing more than a spiderweb. Oh-so-easily broken.
“…You’re letting me go?” You spoke softly, trying your best to hide the hopeful tone in your voice while you watched the newly amused dragon. For some reason, the feeling of terror and unease wasn’t fading despite the fact that you had been freed of your confinement.
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“Well, I wouldn’t say that.”
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He chuckled low as his body began to shudder, shrinking in size as steam began to surround his large form; hiding from you the rarest sight of them all. A dragon shifting forms.
Because of the vulnerability in such a moment, most dragons would never allow another being to be near them during the transformation, let alone allowing someone to physically see it with their own eyes. You almost thought that you had died because of it; either that or you were beginning to hallucinate.
“I’m not letting such a useful creature go. A green witch is priceless these days” You pressed yourself back up against the tree as the dragon spoke. His voice, though quieter due to being in a smaller and likely humanoid form, was still deep and full of power; not something to be underestimated.
“Especially, such a fuckable looking green witch. No, I’m not letting you go…I’m just not going to kill you yet” You couldn’t stop the squeak from escaping you when two scarred hands slammed against the tree behind you, making it shake from the impact while simultaneously trapping you within his reach; making it painfully obvious that the humans from the village had indeed screwed you over.
“…Could I change my mind about getting eaten?” You mumbled out the question, more to yourself than the dragon in front of you, yet you still received an amused chuckle; lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. Hot breath sending shivers down your spine and making your knees tremble from the alarming sense of danger that he was giving off.
“You misunderstood me, little witch. I said I wasn’t going to kill you…I’m definitely going to eat you.” The dragon growled out the words in a low rumble, his icy gaze holding your own before he took a step back and turned away from you; his dragon tail forming and wrapping around your waist, lifting you into the air while he made his way back towards the cave that he had wandered out of while you had still been tied to the tree.
“H-Hey! Put me down! Put me down you jerk!” You slapped your hands against his tail since it was the only thing within reach, trying your best not to stare at the strange dragon’s bare ass; your only stroke of luck for the past few days being that you hadn’t noticed his painfully naked state until his back had been turned.
You were well-aware of a dragon’s anatomy and didn’t need to see the truth to the stories that you had heard about them.
“Little witch, you have two choices. Either stop slapping me…or go without food and take all of my desires on an empty stomach!” The dragon turned his head as he continued walking, blue eyes flashing with promise of the choices that you had been presented with. An action that had you immediately behaving, your hands now resting against the tail instead of beating down onto it; you knew better than to push a creature with such hunger in its eyes.
“Good choice…” He turned his head away as he muttered to himself, continuing his way into the cave while his tail remained around your waist; refusing to put you down, likely thinking that you would attempt to escape him.
Which might have been true if you had been up against anything other than a dragon. He would be able to catch you before you got far and the repercussions for attempted escape? You’d rather not think about it if you were honest with yourself.
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You whimpered out softly, squirming beneath Dabi while he kept you pinned face-down into the pile of furs that he kept inside his cave; the tip of his thick tail slowly pulling out of you while you trembled beneath him, trying to recover from the orgasm that he had dragged from your body with nothing more than his tail and a couple of fingers.
“Look at you…such a helpless little thing, aren’t you witch?” Dabi chuckled as he moved off of you, instead sitting in front of you with his tail moving to brush against your lips the moment you dared to lift your head from the soft furs; your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and your head spinning with pleasure.
“Clean it off.” You blinked at the instruction, staring up at him for a moment before looking back towards his tail and shaking your head vaguely in denial. You still weren’t entirely sure you wanted to go along with Dabi’s desires; sure, he had fed you and not killed you despite the fact that the villagers had left you to him as a sacrifice.
But you were also a proud green witch and had only known the dragon for maybe an hour. It didn’t seem right to be doing such things with him, not so soon after meeting the arrogant creature.
“Hm? I thought we came to an agreement. You’re travelling with me and I’m protecting your moronic ass. In return, you’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you” Dabi hummed out the recollection of your so-called ‘deal’ with him, when in fact, he had said that was going to happen while you ate the food he shoved in your face. You hadn’t technically agreed to any such thing and you were hoping to keep it that way.
“I don’t remember agreeing to that” You grumbled out the response quietly, slowly pushing yourself to sit up while Dabi clicked his tongue in annoyance, a scarred hand shooting out to tangle itself in your hair; yanking you up against his chest with both of his throbbing cocks pressed up against your drenched folds, teasing you with the promise of what was to come without any effort on his part. His goal was intimidation in that moment, yours seemed to be enjoying the feel of his dicks pressed up against you; a shameful fact you refused to admit aloud.
“You agreed to it the moment I let you live. Don’t forget, little witch, that I own you now.” He bit down on your ear firmly as he spoke, pulling a yelp from your lips while his other hand snaked around your waist; pulling you down to grind against his dicks firmly. The sounds that escaped you bringing a feral grin to his scarred lips.
“Besides, you haven’t once said no to me, have you? You let me throw you onto these furs face-first and fuck you with my tail until you orgasmed like a good little slut…all without a single complaint” He growled out the harsh truth with no remorse, rolling his hips up with each word until you were mumbling the word ‘please’ over and over again, rubbing yourself against the hot, sticky cocks without any thought of your pride as a green witch. The pleasure he could bring you the only thing on your mind.
“Please? Please, what? Use your words witch.” You glared up at Dabi as he spoke, your lips pressing into a thin line as you refused to respond to him in the way he would like; deciding that if you couldn’t bring yourself to say no, or to pretend like you didn’t want what the arrogant dragon had to offer, then you could at least not bend to his every whim.
“You know what? I’m starting to like you, little witch. Let’s hope you can heal better than you listen to instructions…because even if you are a good fuck that can handle my knots, if you can’t heal then you’re useless to me…and we don’t even know if you can take my knots yet” Dabi grinned savagely, using his grip on your waist to drag your body downwards harshly and forcing both his dicks inside of you at once; pulling a cry of both pain and pleasure from your mouth. His tail had stretched you plenty, sure, but he was still the first man that had ever fucked you and having two dicks inside of you at once was overwhelming compared to his tail.
“Mm…listen to those screams, music to my ears!” He laughed as he spoke, kind enough to not move his hips as you slumped against his chest. Your hands moving to his back so that you had something to hold onto for when he finally did decide to start his selfish exploration of your body; though you weren’t entirely sure why he wasn’t moving just yet, you weren’t about to question it. No need to dig yourself a deeper hole than the one you were already in.
“Fortunately for you, little witch. Your body can’t take as much as a dragon could, so I have to be…somewhat considerate of your fragility” Dabi hummed out the words, tugging on your hair faintly while he trailed a series of bites over your neck and shoulder; busying himself with the task so that he didn’t end up breaking you with his true desires.
“Gee, how thoughtful” You scoffed at his explanation, squeaking out when he gave a slight thrust of his hips; the whine that spilled from your lips enough to get his point across without him needing to say anything more on the subject.
“You know, I thought there would be more screaming from you initially…I thought you would be one of those women to scream at me not to touch you, to stay away…I thought that when I fucked you with my tail, that you would beg me to stop with tears rolling down your cheeks” Dabi paused as he spoke, looking down at you as you peeked up at him, the hand that had been tangled in your hair moving to stroke your cheek with a tenderness that you hadn’t thought possible.
“Dragons aren’t known for their…kindness, after all.” He chuckled at the way you grimaced in fear and disgust at the thought of his prior endeavours with women, preferring not to think of what he had gotten up to.
“So, imagine my surprise when you happily allow me to do whatever I please to you…makes me think you’re a little fucked up in the head, perfect for the things I want to do to you” He leaned down slowly, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine while you found yourself leaning up to meet him; his lips scorching as he kissed you with a greedy hunger that easily stole your breath away.
Dabi growled low into the kiss as he moved forwards quickly, slamming you onto your back against the furs while his hips started to move at a fast pace; the sounds of skin against skin echoing off of the cave walls and filling your mind while his lips stayed sealed against your own, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore you.
Apparently determined to figure out if he truly wanted to keep you as his little pet, or companion; whatever he thought of you as. Though you decided that you no longer cared which it was, he was quickly smashing away at your morals and decisions; not that it was terribly hard to do to begin with, perhaps it was because of your love of dragons. A childhood fantasy long-ago buried with the stories that you had heard from your mother when she still walked the earth.
“Don’t pass out on me, little witch. I want you awake for when I knot you the first time…!” Dabi snarled out his desires as he pulled his head from your own, allowing you the opportunity to gasp and choke on the very air that you were so desperate to consume. His harsh thrusts making it hard to breathe deeply while your body rocked from the power behind his merciless fucking.
“I wonder how you’ll look when I bury my knots inside of your tight little hole…will it break you? Or are you going to surprise me?” He groaned out the questions quietly, leaning down to bite over your chest while his thrusts grew harder; the uncaring roughness behind his actions making you gasp out and whimper softly.
Even though you were a witch and built stronger than a mere human, you were still considerably breakable to a dragon and Dabi’s powerful movements felt like they were going to break you sooner rather than later.
“Come on little witch, take it! You can, right? You can take a dragon fucking you…look at you! God, do you know how badly I want to fucking break you…? You’re lucky I can make use of you…” Dabi groaned out loudly as he pushed you further into the furs, leaving behind already bruising bitemarks while he fucked you mercilessly; ignoring the way you squirmed beneath him, already drawing closer to yet another orgasm. Sensitive from his previous exploration involving his slick covered tail.
You whimpered out his name quietly, dragging your nails over his back until he snarled out a warning in response; his hips bucking with such ferocity that you choked on the very breath you needed to keep conscious, your mind still hazy from the kiss he had ambushed you with previously.
“That’s it…keep making sounds like that, such a good little slut aren’t you? Fuck, you’re already squeezing down on my cocks so fucking much!” Dabi cursed out as he bit along your jaw, his hand moving to tangle in your hair once again; allowing him to hold you in place while his hips moved at a merciless pace. Constantly filling you with his throbbing cocks, his thrusts keeping a never-ending pressure up against your sweet spot while his slowly swelling knots pressed up against your folds with each harsh thrust of his hips.
All of it signalling how desperate he was to finish what he had started, to use you as he needed until you were overflowing with his cum. The mere thought of it making you whimper out his name in a desperate mewl for more.
“I can’t believe the villagers finally left me something useful…! A pity I’ll destroy them anyway!” He laughed at his own observation, giving a harsh tug to your hair when your walls clamped down around his thick cocks; your orgasm rushing through your system unexpectedly while you screamed out his name until your throat felt raw and your voice began to break up.
“Fuck yes…! Scream my name little witch! Just you wait, I’ll fill you up with my knots soon…!” You arched your back as he began to rut his hips in sharp movements, no longer thrusting his hips properly; instead working on filling you with his swelling knots. Each movement of his hips making you yelp and whimper as you felt him try to squeeze the too large knots into your smaller body, it almost felt like an impossible task; right up until he snarled out a roar of victory.
Your back arched as he let the roar out, his knots pushing past your folds and into your body, the sudden intrusion making you scream out yet again; though this time your mind was blank from the feeling of pleasure combined with his hot, thick seed flooding your body in heavy spurts that would quickly become too much for you to handle.
“That was a tight fit…but you actually took them, colour me impressed!” Dabi groaned out his laughter as he continued to roll his hips, pushing his knots as deep as possible while he focused on riding out his orgasm; his hot tongue running over the stinging bitemarks that he purposely left over your sensitive neck.
“I almost thought they wouldn’t fit, they never did on the previous sacrifices…not even when I tried using all my strength to force them in. I just broke the women, but not you” He hummed out the thoughts to himself as you whined beneath him, trembling and letting your arms fall away from his body onto the furs beneath you; completely exhausted from having the dragon ravage you as he pleased.
“Looks like you’re gonna need a break before I fuck you again, huh?” You gave a slight nod of your head at the question, unable to do anything more and certainly not able to use your voice after all of the screaming that you had just done.
And yet, strangely enough you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it or to hate him. Even though he was technically holding you captive and using you for his own carnal needs, you were more than happy to enjoy it. In some way, you were using him right back. He was to be your protection, your supplier for food and comfort, as well as a thing to use when you needed to satisfy your own urges that had gone ignored for far too long.
“Better take a nap while I’m stuck inside you then. My little witch.”
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Concerned Friend
Summary: Sam is a little tense after a disagreement with Sarah. Bucky goes to check on him. He is, after all, a concerned friend. But they're both hot for each other and things escalate quickly.
Pairing: SamBucky
Rating: Explicit
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It had taken Bucky a while, but he had finally begun to see Sam’s point of view on things. Sam had a lot of weight to carry, not just with his family and community, but with wider society. And society wasn’t always gentle, caring, or understanding to him. Bucky had come to find some understanding after Sam, not being able to take any more of his shit, had scolded Bucky and told him what for. Afterwards, they had talked. Sam had explained how their world was set up to benefit the people who looked like Bucky at the expense and oppression of those who looked like Sam. Bucky had wanted to reach out and hold Sam when he saw all of the pain behind his eyes. But he didn’t. That wasn’t something that they did.
Even now, as Bucky decided that he was going to go to Sam to comfort him after yet another disagreement with Sarah, he wasn’t quite sure of how he would do that. He figured just letting the guy know he was there and that he cared would suffice.
Bucky tread lightly on the small steps, but still alerted Sam to his presence as he set his feet on the decking below. The younger man was busying himself by tinkering with the boat’s engine. An oil rag slung over his shoulder and a wrench in hand.
“You come to tell me to go back and talk things through with Sarah?” Sam asked while not turning to look at Bucky. “Since y’all are besties now.”
Bucky shook his head, even though Sam didn’t see the gesture.
“Nah, not gettin’ in between that. Just came to see if you’re alright,” Bucky proffered as he stepped closer to Sam. The aroma of Sam’s natural scent mixed with his cologne and a hint of engine oil did something to Bucky. Made his stomach feel tight. Made him feel lightheaded in the best way. “Just wanted to check on you.”
Sam let out a sigh and then turned. The light streaming into the bowels of the craft glinted in Sam’s eyes and Bucky’s breath hitched. Sam was so beautiful it hurt to look at him sometimes.
“Thanks, man,” said Sam as he leaned against the engine and folded his arms across his broad chest. Bucky secretly loved when Sam did that. Was real hard for him not to stare when Sam did that. He was so gorgeous.
“So, you’re okay?”
“Sure,” Sam replied, as he rolled his head back, trying to ease some tension in his neck.
Bucky watched the way Sam’s skin became taut and inviting. He always made the simplest action look incredibly attractive. He was incredibly attractive, and Bucky found himself on the verge of salivating. He had gone to Sam trying, in his way, to offer comfort, yet instead he was ogling the man and thinking what it would be like to taste every inch of his skin.
A moment passed between them until Sam lifted his eyebrows and gave Bucky a questioning look.
“You needed somethin’ or you just came down here to stare at me?” asked Sam as he placed the wrench aside, trying to lighten the mood as the air was now thick with tension.
A different tension than what Sam was feeling before. This had the hairs on their arms standing up and their stomachs somersaulting. Bucky watched as Sam’s gaze fell to his lips briefly before he swallowed hard. Unbeknownst to Sam, Bucky could hear the faint beating of Sam’s heart. Bucky instinctively moved closer, and Sam’s heartbeat quickened.
“What do you need?” asked Bucky carefully, clearly, as he closed the distance between them. By the time he was reaching his flesh hand up to caress Sam’s face, it was too late to pull away. He couldn’t pull away. Sam had that affect, drawing him in, even when he hadn’t realized it.
A delightful quiver rippled through Sam’s body as Bucky ran his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip.
“What’re you offering?” asked Sam, his voice low and laden with desire.
Bucky smiled crookedly at Sam before leaning in and pressing a tentative kiss to his lips. Sam responded by parting his lips and allowing Bucky’s tongue entrance. Bucky moaned and then licked into Sam’s mouth as he slid his hand to the back of Sam’s head and pressed their bodies together. The kiss was wet and hot and almost desperate. Bucky kissed Sam with focus and Sam kissed him back like he would cease to exist if he stopped. They drew apart after a moment, each clutching the other’s shirts and breathing warmly against each other’s lips.
Bucky rubbed his nose against Sam’s and smiled, before bringing his mouth to Sam’s neck. He nipped and sucked a moment while Sam let out pleased little whimpers.
“Damn, Buck. Didn’t know that mouth was actually good for somethin’,” Sam teased, still finding the presence of mind to talk shit the other man.
Bucky laughed near Sam’s ear, causing him to shiver, before he sucked Sam’s earlobe into his mouth and said, “Baby, you got no idea.”
Their lips crashed together once again before a breathless Bucky snaked his hand between their bodies, rubbed Sam’s arousal through his jeans, and asked, “Want me to show you?”
Sam relished in the feeling of Bucky rubbing him through the coarse fabric until he finally remembered Bucky had asked him a question.
“Yeah,” said an equally breathless Sam. “Shit, yeah. Okay.”
Bucky smiled and pecked Sam’s lips chastely before dropping down to his knees in front of Sam. He ran both hands up under Sam’s shirt, enjoying the warmth of Sam’s skin.
He palmed at Sam’s abs and then said, “Hold this up, Sammy. I want you to watch me.”
Sam felt his cock jerk and did as he was told. He held the hem of his shirt up as he watched as Bucky unbuckled his belt and drew his zipper down. Bucky smiled up at Sam as he pulled Sam’s jeans off his hips. He rubbed Sam through his briefs and Sam moaned. Bucky thumbed the area where Sam’s precum left a darkened, damp spot.
“Already hard and wet for me, uh?” Bucky teased before kissing Sam’s navel.
“Do you ever shut up?” asked Sam with no heat behind his words.
Bucky let out a small laugh as he reached his flesh hand into Sam’s underwear. Both men held their breath a moment at the contact. Bucky’s hand was firm and warm, Sam’s dick was hard and hot.
“Jesus, Sammy,” said Bucky as he took Sam’s stiff length from his briefs. It was long, thick, and a shade darker than the rest of him with a smooth pink tip. “You really are pretty all over. I knew you would be.”
The butterflies in Sam’s tummy wilted from the flash of heat that rose up as Bucky licked his wet tongue over the tip of Sam’s dick.
Bucky made a humming sound as he licked once more and said, “Shit, you taste good, too.”
Sam was not one to ever look a gift horse in the mouth, but he was starting to throb and Bucky was down there, holding his dick and giving running commentary.
“You know,” said Sam as he placed his hand to the back of Bucky’s head. “When you’re givin’ a blow job, there’s usually not this much talkin’. You done this before, Buck?”
Bucky let out a little amused huff and started to stroke Sam’s shaft before saying, “Wilson, if I didn’t fall from that goddamn train when I did, I probably would’ve been given a court-martial from all the cocks I sucked.”
“God, Barnes. Why do you have such a morbid sense of humor?”
Sam’s question went unanswered because after one more delightfully deft stroke, Bucky licked the entire length of Sam’s dick, from base to tip, and then wrapped his pink, wet lips around his crown.
“Shit,” said Sam as Bucky’s warm mouth enveloped him and he placed his hand firmly at the bottom of Sam’s shaft. Bucky gripped him with the perfect amount of pressure as he began to suck him off, bobbing his head while working his hand up and down. Drawing more moans and curses from Sam.
Bucky moved his tongue over Sam’s smooth, dripping head, drinking him up before swallowing his entire length. Sam cursed again as he felt his cock slide down Bucky’s throat. Sam instinctively thrusted his hips forward a little before Bucky pulled off his dick and stroked it. He looked up at Sam while kissing his shaft. A tear ran from the corner of Bucky’s eye and Sam wiped it away. He watched as Bucky licked his tip and lapped up the precum as it dripped from Sam’s thick, veiny cock. He watched as Bucky devoured him again, sucking his swollen dick and humming.
Sam’s eyes rolled shut as he relished in the feeling of Bucky’s skillful mouth. As Bucky sucked him harder, work his hand over him faster. Licking and sucking and humming. Stopping only to strum Sam and tell him how gorgeous he was. How good he tasted. How he tasted better than anyone else. How Bucky could suck his pretty cock all day. How he made Bucky hard. How Bucky was so, so hard for him. And then he would take Sam between his swollen, pink lips again and suck hungrily. Greedily. Bringing Sam closer to his release.
Sam felt the heat pooling as his balls tightened. He tapped Bucky’s shoulder to let him know he was about to come. Bucky pulled off just far enough so that he could open his mouth and place his tongue under Sam’s spurting tip as Sam came in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Sam murmured as he looked down at the sight of Bucky taking his load, all thick white streams of it, and swallowing it up. “Shit, Buck. Get up here.”
Bucky let go of Sam’s shuddering dick and then stood. Sam pulled him in for a messy, hot kiss. Moaning as he tasted himself on Bucky’s lips. Sam’s spent cock was still out as he reached between their bodies and began to unzip Bucky’s jeans.
“You don’t gotta,” Bucky whispered as he kissed Sam’s neck.
“Fuck that,” said Sam as he took hold of Bucky big, hard cock and began to jerk him off. “You deserve it after that.”
Both men smiled and shared another kiss. Bucky was already dripping and close to coming. He knew it would only take a few skillful strokes from Sam and he’d be spilling his seed. The pair held one another as Bucky moaned unashamedly at the precipice of his orgasm.
“Fuck, Sammy. Sammy,” Bucky cried out, about to come undone.
Sam kissed his sweat drenched brow.
“Thanks for coming to check on me, Buck,” Sam whispered as he held Bucky close and finished him off.
Bucky came with thick ribbons of white covering Sam’s fingers before he kissed Sam’s lips once more. He rested his brow against Sam’s as he fought to catch his breath and said, “Any time, baby.”
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Of Wolves and Witches
Pairing: Werewolf!Bishop Losa x Witch!Reader
Word Count: 3088
For: covers the monster square for @adarafaelbarba 's moodboard fall bingo
TW: violence and accidental death via a nightmare/flashback sequence, brief mentions of mental, emotion, and physical abuse, PTSD, and covering up a crime scene
Author's Notes: The Mayans Werewolf AU that no one asked for, but i wrote it anyway. It starts out dark, but ends with fluff, I promise. This is my first time writing for Bishop, so please go easy on me... a big thank you to @itsjustmyfantasyroom for letting me run this idea by her and reassuring me that it wasn't crazy, and for encouraging me to write it.
Tags: @madamsnape921; @prurientpuddlejumper; @thatesqcrush; @welcometothemxdhouse; @raulesparza4eva; @teamsladsandgents; @rosequcrtz
He stormed into your living room, rage storming in his eyes. His aura was a swirling void of red and black. He shouldn’t have been able to break the locks on your front door, he shouldn’t have been able to walk right through your magical wards, but here he was. You straightened your posture and stood your ground, determined to not let him see how terrified you were.
“How did you get in here?”
“Really?” He pulled a glowing amulet from out of his shirt. “Not that hard when you have a little help. Benefits of having hunters for friends.”
Your eyes went wide as you realized what you were looking at. It was an enchanted amulet, one strong enough to get through your warding. You could only hope that it wasn’t strong enough to dampen your powers.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he smirked. “I know what you are. Makes me a wonder what else you haven’t been telling me.”
“Alex, get out! I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”
“You little bitch!” he spat back. “You think you can just break up me? You think you can just walk away?
“I can and I did. We’re done, Alex, it’s over. You don’t get to hurt me anymore. It’s not my fault that your fragile, insecure male ego can’t take a fucking hint.”
“Bitch, I’ll fucking hurt you whenever I fucking want to! And I don’t see your little biker friends here to protect you.…”
Then he charged, and suddenly you were on the ground with his hands around your throat.
“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live!”
You could feel the murderous intent radiating off him, and put your hands on his chest, trying to push him off you, but then you felt the release of kinetic energy through your palms, and Alex was flying across the room. He hit the wall, and you prayed to whatever goddess was listening that the sickening crack you heard was just the drywall breaking behind him. But then his eyes rolled back in his head, and his head lolled to one side, at what could only be described as an “unhealthy looking” angle. His lower body twitched a few times before going limp. He hung there for a moment, suspended in the air, pinned to the wall by your invisible force. Still shaking in terror, you finally lowered your hands, and Alex’s lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud.
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“No!” you cried out, sitting bolt upright on your couch. You were covered in a cold sweat and your whole body was shaking. Your lungs gasped for air and your eyes darted around the room, searching for Alex, but he wasn’t there. You weren’t even in your old house anymore. You held your hand in your hands and took deep breaths. You were in your apartment, in Santo Padre, Alex was dead, and you were safe. The Saturday afternoon sun streamed in through the window, and the TV was still on, a marathon of Guy’s Grocery Games playing at a low volume.
“I must have fallen asleep,” you said softly to yourself, “it was only a nightmare.”
You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and checked the time. It was only 3:30, plenty of time to shower and freshen up before Bishop would pick you up at 6. You stood, and after checking your locks and wards, made your way to the bathroom.
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Despite your best efforts to push them down, the memories of what happened next came flooding back as you stood under the warm shower spray. You had been in shock, understandably so, but you were now exposed as a witch, and had to protect yourself. The logical side of your brain kicked in and you got to work. After verifying that Alex was dead, you had used your telekinetic abilities to rip the amulet off his neck. A quick examination verified that it had only been enchanted enough to allow Alex to breach your magical wards without getting zapped, but not enough to block your own powers. The enchantment was also crude and amateurish, probably done in haste by someone with limited knowledge of witchcraft. He had mentioned having hunters for friends, and you cursed yourself for not sensing that sooner. He hadn’t been one himself. You would have read that in his aura the moment you met him, but you also hadn’t sensed his dark side. The mentally and emotionally abusive and manipulative side, the one that turned violent during an argument when you had tried to call him out on his bullshit and break up with him the first time. You had ended up in the hospital, and when you confronted him the second time, you had friends with you to back you up. And after destroying the amulet, those were the friends you called on for help with your predicament.
The Blood Moon Motorcycle Club was a found family werewolf pack, led by Jack Reynard, a fearsome and intimidating Alpha. But Jack was fiercely protective of his friends and allies and didn’t hesitate to show up with four of his most trusted lieutenants when you called and tearfully explained your situation. They got to work cleaning up the scene and going through Alex’s phone and wallet. They found a business card for an elite and dangerous organization of hunters, and the contact’s name and number on the card matched up with one of the contacts in Alex’s phone. Jack told you to start packing your bags and to make sure that you included any magical artifacts that you had. You would spend the night at their clubhouse under round-the-clock security, and in the morning, they would get you out of town. Anything that couldn’t be packed that night would be shipped to you once you were settled elsewhere. They would dispose of the body; it wasn’t the first time they’d had to do so.
Jack had called Bishop Losa, president of the Mayans Motorcycle Club in Santo Padre, California. Jack and Bishop had served together in the Marines in their younger days, and the Mayans and the Blood Moons were allies as a result of that friendship. The Mayans were another found family werewolf pack and protected Santo Padre alongside the Galindo Pack. The town was a safe haven for all supernatural beings and the humans who lived there were none the wiser.
And now you had been here for six months. You worked in a bookshop owned by another a witch, Matilda, and lived in the apartment above it. In addition to the books, you also sold your homemade herbal teas and did Tarot card readings in the shop. 2-3 times a week you would bake cookies and muffins and sell those in the shop. Your teas were so popular that you now did tea making demonstrations on Saturday mornings. You were thriving but were still plagued by nightmares and PTSD and attended therapy once a week to help you work through your struggles.
And then there was Bishop. At first, the Mayan president and Alpha had been your friend and protector. You had been too traumatized to even think about pursuing a relationship, and so you both denied the unquestionable and inexplicable attraction. The more you got to know each other, the more you were drawn to each other. Two months ago, he finally made a move while the two of you had been outside getting some air at a party at the Mayans clubhouse, asking if he could kiss you. You’d been a couple ever since.
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You had just finished lacing up your boots when you heard the sound of a familiar motorcycle pull up to your building. You ran to the window and looked down to the street. You saw Bishop getting off his bike and removing his helmet. You exited your apartment and ran down the stairs, meeting him at the entrance at the side of the building. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his lips. His arms encircled your waist and pulled you close.
“Hola Querida, you look beautiful.”
“Thanks, you’re not too bad, yourself, handsome.”
That got a chuckle from the Alpha. He removed one of his arms from around your back, revealing the bouquet of roses in his hand. “These are for you.”
“Bish, they’re gorgeous, thank you. You shouldn’t have.”
“And pass up the opportunity to surprise you? Not a chance.”
“Come on up. I’ll put these in water, grab a few things, then I’ll be ready to go.”
Bishop nodded and held onto your hand as he followed you up the stairs.
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You held onto Bishop as the two of you went speeding down the back roads, away from Santo Padre. You loved dates like this: just you and Bishop on the bike, heading somewhere unknown, away from all the stress and bullshit of the day-to-day. His torso felt warm, sturdy, and safe. You could feel the vibrations from bike rattling through your body as you watched the scenery fly by. You’d been on the road for at least half an hour now.
“Almost there, Querida,” Bishop called back. “You’re gonna love this spot, I promise.”
After a few more minutes he pulled off the road and the motorcycle slowed to a stop. Bishop turned off the engine and stored the keys in his pocket. You both got off and removed your helmets. You looked around at the small, wooded area and smiled, breathing in the fresh air.
“This is nice, babe.”
“Oh, this isn’t the spot, “he told you, unlatching the soft fleece blanket and cooler from the back of his bike. He handed you the blanket. He took the cooler in one hand and grabbed your free hand with his other, interlacing his fingers with yours. “It’s this way.”
You walked for a few minutes down a short path before finally arriving at a grassy clearing. The view was breathtaking. You could see everything from your elevated perched; Santo Padre, the valley, green leafy trees swaying in the breeze, fields of wildflowers. A sense of calm settled over you that you hadn’t felt in months. You didn’t jump when Bishop came up behind you and slid his arms around your mid-section, instead relaxing into his touch and leaning against his sturdy frame. Bishop softly kissed your shoulder.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, “this is perfect, this place in perfect. The energy here is so peaceful, and so alive. I love it.”
“I’m glad. I was thinking we could eat dinner, watch the sunset? And wait until the stars come out…You can show me all the constellations?”
You turned and slid your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his.
“You would have thought that you were such a romantic?”
“Just don’t tell anyone, okay? Gotta maintain my tough guy image, you know?”
“Mmm…your secret is safe with me.” You pecked his lips once, twice, three times, each kiss lasting a bit longer than the rest. When you finally pulled your head away you noticed that the blanket was laid out on the ground with cooler sitting on top.
“Come on,” said Bishop, directing you over to it. You both sat down, and Bishop opened the cooler and started setting out its contents: sandwiches from the local deli, fresh strawberries from the farmer’s market, giant cupcakes from the gourmet bakery, a bottle of beer for each of you, and bottled water. He popped the caps off the beer bottles and handed you one. “Cheers.”
The two of you sat and ate, completely at ease with each other, and the conversation flowed easily. Bishop told you about the day’s antics down at the scrapyard, and you told him about the business plan you and Matilda were working on to expand the bookshop into the empty café next door.
“The theory is, that having a space to sell food and drinks will drum up more business. I can sell my tea and baked goods and do my demonstrations there. We would obviously need to hire some extra people to help, but I think we can make it work. We can’t tear down the wall between the buildings and expand without the proper permits.”
“I’m sure the town will approve whatever permits you need. They’re not going to say to ‘no’ to something that will bring more business into Santo Padre.”
“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the sunsets,” you said, gazing at the red, orange, and purple hues of the evening sky. “How did you find this place?”
Bishop laid down on the blanket and you stretched out next him, placing your head on his chest.
“Me and the guys had just come back from a run,” he began, “Things didn’t go so well, and I was pissed, needed to blow off some steam so I just rode around for a while. Next thing I knew, I was here. I shifted, ran around for a while until my head was clear. I come back whenever I need to get away from everything.”
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Thank you for bringing me here. I needed this.”
Bishop caressed your cheek with his fingers. “You’re welcome, Querida. I’ll bring you up here whenever you want.”
“Bish, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course, Querida, you can ask me anything,” he replied with a chuckle.
“Can I see you in your wolf form sometime? There’s no pressure, only if you want to…”
Bishop mulled the question over in his head. You had caught him off guard with the query. None of the women he’d ever been with had asked to see his wolf form, not even his ex-wife. These days, he only shifted when it was absolutely necessary. There were advantages to being an older and more experienced wolf. He could shift at will and didn’t have to worry about losing control. But what if you didn’t like what you saw? What if he scared you away? He’d never forgive himself if that happened. Your soft, sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Bish, I’m sorry, forget I said anything- “
“No, it’s okay,” he kissed your forehead, “I just wasn’t expecting that question. I’ll do it if you want me to, but just be prepared, okay? I promise I won’t hurt you, but it might not be what you’re expecting.”
“I trust you completely, and I promise, I won’t be scared.” You looked at his aura and saw the hesitancy there. He was scared. “You’re not going to lose me.”
He cupped your face with his hand and his lips found purchase with yours. He had a way of kissing you that made your mind go blank and get lost in the moment, and you loved every minute of it. You kissed him back with equal fervor, hoping that somehow you were able to convey the trust and faith you had in him. The smile on his face when you broke away seemed to indicate that you’d been successful.
Bishop rose and walked a few feet away.
“What are you doing?” you asked, confused by his actions.
“Shifting is a lot easier without clothes on,” he replied with a wink, beginning to undress.
“I’ll close my eyes and give you some privacy then,” you giggled, shutting your eyes, but occasionally cracking one open to steal glimpses of his increasingly naked form; and damn if you didn’t like what you saw!
Bishop finished disrobing and crouched down on the soft grass. He breathed deeply and cleared his mind, focusing his intention. He felt his muscle start to ripple and his joints and bones shift. It didn’t hurt at his age; it was just slightly uncomfortable. All his senses sharpened. Body hair became fur, his hands and feet morphed into oversize paws with razor sharp claws. Even his teeth changed shaped, becoming longer and more pointed. A few moments later, he stretched and shook out his fur. He looked over towards you, still sitting there with your eyes closed, and cautiously padded toward you.
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You could hear the footfalls of his paws, and then felt his large wet nose nudging your arm. You opened your eyes and saw a massive wolf standing before you. His fur was brown and black, with specks of gray in various places. His legs were strong, and his paws appeared large enough to take out a person with one blow. But his eyes, his eyes were gentle, and you would know them anywhere.
“Oh, Bishop, you’re beautiful!”
He sat and cocked his head to one side, appearing confused.
“Yes, you heard me correctly. May I?” You held out your arms to him. Bishop bowed his head and leaned forward, allowing you to embrace him and bury your face in his fur. “Your fur is so soft!”
He put his head on your shoulder and let out a contented groan when your fingers began to massage the spot right between his ears. You giggled at that. “I take it you like that, huh?” Bishop lifted his head and licked your face in response, making you laugh even harder. You massaged his head for a little while longer before resting your forehead against his. “Thank you for letting me see you like this. I love you, Bishop.”
There was suddenly a very naked, human man in your arms. Bishop’s hands cupped your face, his eyes scanning it for any indication that he might have misheard you.
“Bish- “
“Say that again, Querida.”
“I said, I love you, Obispo Losa.”
Bishop pulled you into his lap and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with more intensity and tenderness than he ever had before. Any doubts that you may have had about him not feeling the same quickly melted away. It went on for what felt like forever before the two of you had to pull away and come up for air.
“I love you, too, mi reina.”
You held onto one another like that for while before Bishop got dressed and rejoined you on the blanket. You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms and gazing at the night sky. And when a shooting star passed overhead, you made a wish that you could stay this way forever. No more looking over your shoulder, no more nightmares; just you and Bishop, ready to take on whatever the future might hold.
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Ship: Renjun x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Tags: Smut, Explicit, Best Friend!Renjun, Clubbing, Alcohol Intoxication, Dirty Talking, Fingering, Oral (M receiving), Protected Sex
An excerpt from When It Gets Risky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949
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Somewhere in the middle of dancing, your eyes landed on Renjun. He looked hot. You always knew the boy knew how to move. But there particularly, it was having a dangerous effect on you.
You knew you’d thought yourself into wanting to fuck him.
So you walked over.
He smiled when you approached him. “Having fun?”
“Could be having more.” You said, placing his hands on your waist as the two of you moved to the beat.
His smile faded away real quick as he raised an eyebrow instead. Your arms went around his neck and you smiled at him.
“You’re hot.” You leaned into whisper into his ear, letting your lips ghost over his skin.
His grip on your waist tightened a little, his hands unhurriedly moving up your dress-clad body. And you sighed at the feeling.
You pulled away and looked at him tilting your head a little. And he stared at you with slightly lidded eyes. It made you take in a deep breath.
Just then, Renjun let go your waist and held you by the wrist instead, and dragged you towards the restroom area.
He walked into a single occupancy restroom and locked the door behind the two of you, before slamming you against the wall.
You breathed heavy for a second, having Renjun this up close to you was making blood rush to your head.
But what was another bad decision gonna hurt?
Both of you smashed your lips together, before any of you could even talk. And you knew there was no going back anymore.
You moaned at the feeling of his soft lips against yours, he kissed you like he’d waited all his life to.
He pulled away, letting the two of your catch your breath as he spoke. “We really shouldn’t be doing this, you know that, right?”
“But you want to,” You said, your fingers gently tracing his forearms. “Don’t you?”
He looked at you without saying a word.
“I mean, I don’t see why not anymore.” You smiled. “You’ve thought about this already. And I already know you have.” You said quietly.
Your smile widened a little as he averted his eyes.
“Not doing anything about it is just gonna make things worse, isn’t it? And trust me, it’s gonna get way worse if you let yourself go to sleep thinking of it.”
He gulped. Your hand traveled down to palm his bulge. He flinched a little before he took in a deep breath.
You leaned in, your lips hovering over his ear as you spoke. “Was seeing me like that this morning too much for you to take?” You said, hissing at how hard he already was. “You wanted to fuck me? Turn me into a mess under you?”
The thought was too much to take even for you.
“Should I tell you something else?” You said before your voice turned breathy. “I wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt.”
You saw him practically snap as his fingers dug into your hair and he smashed his lips against yours. He kissed you with his other hand riding your dress up to cup your core, and you moaned as his fingers started rubbing against your clothed folds.
He moved the cloth of your panties to the side and parted your folds, moving his fingers against your slit. You threw your head back when he found the clit and circled it slowly, before flicking his finger against it.
“So fucking wet.” He breathed against your jaw. “You really think I haven’t gone to sleep thinking of it before, don’t you?” He said kissing down your neck, earning gasps from you as he sucked into the sensitive skin.
He slammed his fingers into you, making you cry out. “Renjun!!”
“You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve wanted to do to you since the day you asked for the threesome.” He said, ramming his fingers in and out of you.
Your eyes widened. You had no idea he’d paid it any heed at all. But you couldn’t get your brain to form any more cohesive thoughts with the way he worked your body.
He scoffed. “You definitely look, and sound, prettier than anything I’d imagined.” He said as he bit the lobe of your ear.
You cried as his other hand reached down to rub your clit. Your legs went weak as you felt your high approaching. You grabbed onto his shoulder.
It’d sounded so absurd in theory, but as you stood there, whimpering against him while he lit your entire body on fire, you felt stupid for ever having waited this long. “Fuck.” He said. “So fucking pretty.”
You wanted your best friend to ruin you.
“Happy birthday, baby girl.” He said with his fingers buried deep inside you, and you were sure something like that should not have made you lose your mind like it did.
He pinched your clit once and you saw white. You trembled as you came onto his hands. And he kissed you through it.
After letting you ride your high out, he withdrew his finger from your core and brought them to your mouth, his eyes ordering you to lick them clean. And you did. Never taking your eyes off his, you licked and sucked onto his digits, and saw his eyes get darker and darker.
He hissed as he palmed himself.
You caught onto the action and took his fingers out of your mouth before slowly sliding down against the wall looking at him. You unbuttoned his jeans and felt high on want when his member sprung free from his boxers.
He caressed your hair, and you shuddered at how condescending the action was. You looked up at him as he stroked his member, spreading the precum around, before he guided his member into your mouth, groaning when you took it in.
You moved your tongue along the underside of his length, flicking your tongue at the junction with the head. And his grip in your hair tightened. You hollowed your cheeks out as you let your lips glide against his member, and he threw his head back.
The fact that Renjun was feeling that good because of you… Fuck, it was too much to take.
“Fuck.” He groaned when you took him in once again, in one swift motion. “Can I fuck your mouth?” He asked. And it almost made you whimper. Seeing this side of Renjun was proving to be lethal.
You sucked him out once again before you looked up and him and nodded, opening your mouth for him to abuse. And he caressed your hair once again before a tight grip held your head in place against the wall.
He slapped his dick against your tongue before slamming himself into your mouth.
You gagged and moaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly, trying your best to maintain the suction. But it was hard with the wanton force he was fucking your mouth with.
“Fuck!” He moaned. And his voice sent vibrations down your core.
Your free hand inevitably went down to rub your clit as he recklessly abused your mouth. And you moaned against his dick.
Just when you thought he might have been getting closer, he stopped, and pulled out.
You looked up at him questioningly, and he stared down at you before pulling you up and shoving you against the huge mirror atop the counter, letting your hands support your weight, and grabbed your hips in place in front of his own.
“Look at yourself.” He said. And pulled you up against his chest so your ear was directly against his lips. “How the fuck am I supposed to not lose my mind?” He said, and bit down into the crook of your neck before shoving you down against the counter again.
Fuck, you’d never thought you’d see yourself with Renjun like this. But here you were, and it was just so hot.
Looking up into the mirror, you saw him pull his wallet out of his jeans, and out of his wallet, a condom, and your eyes widened a little.
Renjun carried condoms around in his wallet.
And obviously he did, it had no reason to make you feel the way it did.
But it did anyways.
He rolled the condom on and moving the cloth of your panties aside, slammed his member inside you.
And you screamed in pleasure.
He pounded into you like his life depended on it, groans leaving his lips as he did.
“Fuck, Renjun!”
He leaned in and bit down onto your shoulder, earning a loud gasp from you in the middle of moaning, the visual in front of you not helping the case at all.
You looked, and felt, like a mess getting fucked by him.
“Fuck. You’re killing me.” He breathed out against your ear, looking straight at your reflection in the mirror. And you whined at how your body reacted to his voice.
Your hand went around his neck as you turned to the side to kiss him while he continued to fuck you with wanton abandon.
One of his hands went down to rub your clit, and you positively lost your mind.
You screamed as you came for the second time.
And he did not help, for he drove you to overstimulation as he continued to pound into you, chasing his own high.
“Renjun!! Fuck!!!”
He rammed his hips against yours one last time, and that was it. He stilled as his orgasm washed over him.
And fuck did he look gorgeous.
You’d just fucked your best friend. And loved every single second of it.
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Chibs x Reader -The Break In
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Request: I just wondered if you can write an imagine where chibs is deeply in love with reader. One night someone broke into her house and hurt her, so she stabed the guy and just panicked and called chibs ?
I hope you all enjoy this! 💛
Warnings: Mentions of death and violence
Chibs groaned as he heard the all to familiar ringtone of his phone that had awoken him from his relatively peaceful slumber, although his eyes remained firmly shut while he drowsily reached over and grabbed his phone from his bedside table. But when he heard Y/ns panicked voice, he was instantly wide awake, like someone had flicked had switch in him, making all of his drowsiness was away.
“Lass? What’s wrong?” He asked, worry filling his voice as he quickly began to get dressed in his clothes that had been abandoned on the chair.
“There was...I couldn’t...I didn’t...oh my god..” Y/n stuttered out, her breathing increasing as sobs left her mouth.
“Y/n/n, lass, ye need to calm down and tell me what happened?” Chibs urged, as he pulled his kutte over his shoulders.
“There was...there was a guy, he broke in and I stabbed him...fuck Chibs...I’ve...I’ve killed him..” Y/n cried, her voice breaking as those last few words left her mouth. The sound was enough to completely break Chibs’ heart. It only took him a few seconds to run down the stairs of his apartment to his bike, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, desperate to comfort the woman he’d secretly loved for so many years.
“Lass, I’m on ma way, okay, just don’t touch anything,” he softly ordered, knowing how people could act when in this type of state; and although he knew that Y/n was far from stupid, he also knew that right now, she wasn’t in the right mind set to be thinking clearly.
“Okay,” she sniffled back and with that Chibs hung up the call, started up his motorbike and headed to Y/ns with no care for the speed restrictions; riding full speed down the almost deserted roads to Y/n.
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“Y/n/n” Chibs called out when he reached the door; only to see it already ajar an array of splinters surrounding the area where the lock should’ve been. He slipped into the house quickly, a sigh slipping past his lips at the heartbreaking scene that was before him. The body on the floor didn’t bother him in the slightest, he’d seen enough in his time, but seeing Y/n the way she was, that was a sight that truly broke him.
“Oh lass,” he whispered trying to hold back the tears that wanted to spill out. He couldn’t cry. Not now, he needed to be strong for her. as he knelt down in front of her. As he knelt down in front of her, he delicately wrapped his leather gloved hands around her wrists, pulling her slightly bloody hands away from her face. Revealing the damage that the burglar had done, the sight was enough to make Chibs’ blood boil in his veins. Her once soft and pristine face was covered in an array of purple and blue bruises, the streams of tears that seemed to be stained on her face only seemed to make the bruises stand out more. Her once gorgeous y/e/c, were now swollen and puffy and ringed with red, they seemed to look straight through Chibs, it’s like he wasn’t even there, her only focus was on the body behind him.. Her lips were swollen too as she desperately continued to stop herself from sobbing but the more her bottom lip quivered the harder it became.
“C’mon,” Chibs urged quietly as he attempted to help her up, but her body was rigid with shock. Y/n kept thinking that this was all just some nightmare that she was going to wake up from, unable to believe that she’d just killed someone. She was a murderer.
“Lass?” He said, the concern evident in his voice but it all just seemed so distant, like he wasn’t even there, even his touch felt foreign, like it wasn’t real. All of her attention was fixed on the body infront of her as the scene replayed itself over and over again in her head; along with all the questions of if she’d done things differently would she be in this situation? She didn’t mean to kill him, she just grabbed the nearest possible thing to her in the heat of the moment, she hadn’t even registered that what she’d picked up was a knife until she saw it in the burglar. That’s when the panic set in. She tried to help him, but it was too late...he was dead. And that’s when she called the only person she knew that she could trust. Chibs.
“Y/n,” he said again, although his tone was different this time, sterner as he cupped her chin is gloved fingers. Whether it was the sternness in his voice or the coldness of his gloves on her face, she seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was, her y/e/c eyes locking onto his. He’d never seen her look so lost, nor so fragile; it was like she’d shatter at the slightest touch.
“Ye trust me, right?” he asked, moving his hand slightly from her chin to her cheek. Y/n simply gave a small nod in response but that’s all Chibs needed. In one swift motion he’d delicately picked her up and put her on the back of his motorbike.
“Ye’re okay, lass, I’ll look after ye,” Chibs cooed, pressing a quick kiss on the side of her head while giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze. He knew he needed to get her as far away from her house as possible; of course he needed to sort out the body too, but he knew Jax would be able to deal with all of that once the situation was explained to him. But right now, Chibs’ main focus was on the girl he loved. He wasn’t going to let her go through this alone, he was going to help her through this. So with that thought in mind he got onto his bike; reaching behind him briefly to grab hold of Y/ns hands and wrap them around his waist before setting off to the only place he knew she’d be safe, his apartment. Y/n couldn’t put her finger on why, but there was something about Chibs that just made her feel safe; even with everything that had happened; she knew she was safe as long as she was with him.
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