#Whole body is sore girl its happening

[superbellsubways]

ough. ough. agh

#Whole body is sore girl its happening #AUUUUU #whbwhwwb

[angelfrombeneth]

MAGICAL DRYING DISASTER - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: After waking up late and discovering you left your washing in the machine over night. You had no other choice to use magic to dry it - except it did dry but also shrunk, massively, in the process. Once Theo finds you let's just say he manages to keep it kept in till the common room. Then it's all fair game from there.

Warnings: SMUT, No Protection - PIV, Theodore is a munch - Fem Oral, Body Worship, Smidge of SubWhiney!Theo, Cursing

A/N: This is my first one-shot fic I've posted in a long time but also my first one EVER on tumblr. I used to write on wattpad and ao3 but took a very long hiatus. So excuse if my smut writing is a bit off or any spelling mistakes I currently have acrylics on - its quite hard to type.

Click Clack.. Click Clack...

You ran towards your class quickly, pulling town the absolute belt of a skirt you wore today before entering into your potions class. Late.

"Miss Neveah.. Thank you for finally joining us" Snape panned. His face expressionless as he stared at you. A slight hint of disapproval in his face.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again!" You scurried to your seat beside Pansy.

"It most definitely will not" He groaned before turning back to the chalk board to continue his explanation.

You shimmied on your seat, pulling as much skirt down as you could. Practically flashing those behind you of your bright red thong and gorgeously placed star tramp stamp.

Nice touch is what you thought when you got it a few months ago after a night out in the muggle clubs with Pansy. She persuaded you and said Theo would love it. Or which he did.

"Y/N.. your skirt is practically a belt. Trying to flash us all?" She whispered, giggling as he peered down as your legs, absent of any tights aswell.

"Girl.. It shrunk when I tried to use magic to dry it. All my other skirts are dirty" You pouted. "I also couldn't find a pair of fucking tights, I was running so late"

"Its not that bad, just don't bend over if you can" She smiled as she reached to your ponytail tieing in a little green piece of ribbon into a bow. "And don't let Mr Lover boy see you" She snickered.

You sighed, focusing in the rest of your class. Praying not many people noticed. You were pretty daft thinking that. You were already the hot goss. It was only so long till Theo found out.

Though alot of boys in Hogwarts fancied you, they all knew about Theodore Nott swooping in, in 4th year the year before you 'blossomed' as they said. They say he saw the potential and snatched it up while they could.

You walked down the hall, pulling your books to your chest as your red bottoms clipped the wooden floor that spanned the whole school. Many turned your way gawking as you, mostly more than normal due to tour skirt size today.

You weren't a bad girl. You has good grades, you were overly nice to everyone just the people you hung round with were opposite. Many saying you were too nice.

After a quick detour to pick up an extra book from the library you shuffled down the corridor, your heels clicking their signature click against the oak as you walked towards your friends who stood beside your regular post class meeting pillar.

"Sorry I'm late!" You skipped towards them hurriedly. You watched as Theo whipped his head around, his jaw practically dislodging from his face as he stared at you.

Mattheo wolf whistled as he looked you up and down. Smirking as he pushed himself off the wall - "Damn Y/N, I didn't know you had this hiding somewhere"

"Neither did I" Theo's gaze burned through you as he bent his neck to get look at you from behind. Definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm sorry- I fucked up a spell and I was running late I didn't mean to- OUCH! THEO!" you got cut off as he slapped his hand harshly against your ass before gripping a handful as he smirked down at you. The boys laughing at the pair of you.

"As much as I am thoroughly enjoying the sight Bella" He looked down at you, his gaze growing darker by each word that fell from his lips. He leaned in, practically growling in your ear."I don't like to share amore mio"

You gulped at his words as he pulled his jumper off, wrapping it around your waist. Slightly tugging on the fabric jerking you forward into his chest as he smiled down at you before kissing your forehead softly.

"As cute as you two are, everyone's looking. Can we clear out" Pansy groaned.

You snapped back into reality, quietly ushering an apology to the group as Pansy pulled your hand as you both walked hand in hand ahead of the boys.

You heard a smack and an 'ow' turning around quickly as you turned the corner seeing Theo slapping Mattheo across the head. "Flirt with someone else" He groaned. You giggled slightly at his protectiveness.

Once you arrived to the common room everyone scattered to do their own thing. Theo once more approaching you.

"Now..." a cheeky smile appeared on his lips as his hands held your hips softly as he peered down at you. The height difference really getting to you. "I can't stop thinking about that little skirt on you.." His hands slowly moving down and around to the curve of your ass as he nibbled at his lip. "..and how much I want to fuck you in it" He whispered the last part lowly as his tongue poked out and slid across his bottom lip as he squeezed your ass through his jumper.

"Then do it" You caught his gaze, already out of breath from his minimal touch.

It's like that's all he needed to hear. Like without warning and no regards for the fact your friends were just a few steps away bundled in the corner on the coaches - he pulled you tightly, hand on your ass against him as his lips crushed into yours. Needy kisses as if he hasn't kissed you in months.

The sudden rip of his jumper loosening the knot as it dropped to the floor. His hands sliding under the little fabric the skirt had as his nails gripped into the flesh on your ass cheeks. You yelped slightly and he took that as permission to shove his whole tongue down your throat. The kisses grew messier and messier as you both backed up towards the stairs, bumping into everything possible as you both chuckled.

Breaking the kiss as you both removed various pieces of clothing as you scrambled up the stairs. By the time you got to yours and Pansys' room you both had disregarded of practically everything. Theo quickly finishing unzipping his trousers before pushing you into the room, kicking the leg off quickly, flinging his trousers into the centre of the hallway as he shut the door behind him.

You stood infront of him in just your skirt, bra and panties as he ruffled his hair, staring at you like a kid in a candy shop, pondering what you try next.

"DONT WORRY WE'LL CLEAN UP AFTER YOU TWO!" Draco yelled, annoyance plastered in his voice.

That broke Theo out of the trance he was in as he lunged at you, unclipping your bra swiftly as he threw it across the room before pushing you against the bed.

"Fuck, I'm so hard. I can't- I just need to fuck you now" He groaned, biting at his lip anxiously as he stared down at you. "Get on all fours". You obliged and quickly.

You felt the sudden cold breeze against your clit as he tightly yanked on your thong, splitting it apart at he threw it on the floor aswell as he kicked off his boxers.

"Fuck your so hot" He groaned, dropping to his knees as he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks wide as he licked a nice wet strip up your pussy.

A moan lodged itself in your neck as you bundled up the sheets in your hands as he let out a shaky breath.

"Wanna eat you out so bad, but my cock is throbbing.. Need to treat you well tho" He whined as he spat into his hand as he began to fuck it. His free hand gripping your ass as he dove his tounge deep into you.

You hung your head forward as you let out an exasperated sigh as your toes curled. Theo's tongue worked wonders inside of you. He ate you out like it was dire need. The roughness of his mouth sopping against your pussy as his tongue drilled into your hole. The wetness of both his mouth and your pussy mixing as he moaned against you as he continued to fuck the shit out of his hand. Loud moans rumbled against you as he sucked and twirled like no tomorrow.

You were drawing to your high as you noticed he stopped, pulling away for a moment as he let out a deep growl before a light whimper escaped his lips as he came up the bottom of your bed frame and on the floor. He panted for a moment, light whimpers leaving gis mouth as he toyed with his sensitive dick.

"Fuck- Sorry Principessa. I came, naughty of me to do so before I helped you. I'll make sure you feel extra good" His other hand colliding with your ass again as he dove back in. His nose rubbing harshly against your slit as he flicked his tongue continously against your clit. Sucking and nibbling at it from time to time as he continued to grip and massage at your ass.

The sudden overwhelming feeling drove you over the age as you screeched, yelping as you squirted all over his face. You gasped loudly, crashing to the bed as your legs shook slightly as you panted.

"Mhmm.. Love it when you squirt" You looked at Theo as he wiped the cum from his face, sucking his fingers like a dessert he's got to finish.

"You're so gorgeous, so fucking beautiful.. Beautiful body" He groaned as he slid his hands up your curves, moaning softly as the scene infront of him. "S'lucky.. So fucking lucky.."

He tapped your thigh, as you led on your stomach on the bed, your legs hanging off the end slightly as your tippy toes held against the floor.

"Gunna make you feel so good, amore" he cooed as he lied up his tip with your slit before thrashing it in harshly. You yelped once again at you looked back at him.

"Going to teach you not. to wear. a slut. short. skirt. again. fuck!" He growled with each thrust as your body jerked against his movements. Your body slid up and down the bed as your feet struggled to stay on the floor much longer as he pushed you up the bed.

It wasn't before long till Theo climbed ontop of you, straddling you as he drilled into you. Loud whimpers left you as you clawed at the sheets as you screamed into his duvet.

"FUCK!! ARGH- TEDDY!" you pleaded as your back arched, shoving your ass harder into him as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his nails scatting cresent moons to your flesh as your bodies recoiled against one another.

"Yes! Like that.. fuckkk Teddy more..  please!" You babbled. He reached over grabbing your neck as he pulled your body up against his chest. Your legs trapped between his as he squeezed them shut. His arm tightly against your stomach as he continued to drill up into your pussy. You gasped and whined continously as he groaned and growled into your ear. His grip growing tighter around your neck as he flexed his biceps, his tongue sliding up your jawline to your ear.

"Teddy- I'm gunna cum! Please please please PLEASE! Cum with me!" you whined as your eyes rolled back. The growing feeling in your stomach as his cock continued to thrash into you. You were drunk on the feeling of him buried into you. You tightly shut your thighs together for any ounce more of pressure you could grasp.

"Good girl- M'close" He panted.

Your eyes began to roll back as you gasped for air at the tightening of his arm around your neck. The bursting feeling in your stomach as your whole body recoiled and shook as you screamed like bloody murder with all the air you has left in your lungs as you came.

At that moment Theo threw you down, as your body twitched conthously. He gripped your ass as he thrusted deep before cumming in you. Groaning deeply as he threw his head back. Sweat trickling down his forehead and chest as he panted heavily.

Neither of you moved for a moment to compose yourself. You occasionally twitched at your body recoiled against his dick.

"Fuck me.. So good" Theo pulled out, sighing as he watched cum pool at your slit and began to slide down. You felt his tip against you again as he collected the escaping cum and slightly fucked it back into you. His dick entering you once more as you gasped at the feeling.

"Good girl.. such a good girl.." His light thrusts as he peppered you with kisses all over your back and shoulders.

He gasped slightly as he froze above you. You were about to question him till you felt a slightly release.

"Did you just cum again Teddy?" You giggled as he thrusted once more before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

"Its hard to last with you. You make me so addicted" He smirked, his head turned to look at you. He rested his hand on your ass, squeezing it lightly from time to time.

"I'm glad this skirt shrunk" He chuckled, his smile wide.

You shook your head as you laughed at him. "You're a fool" You shimmied towards him, flicking your leg over his chest as you cuddled into him. His body warm.

He kissed your shoulder softly before softly kissing your cheek, nibbling at your ear before whispering;

"Ti amo amore mio".

#theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #theo nott x reader #slytherin #slytherin boys #harrypotter fanfiction #slytherin fanfiction #lorenzo zurzolo #theo nott smut #theodore nott smut #angelfrombenethfics

[abbyromanoff]

For kinkmas can you do a Emily Prentiss who has a dick and get R pregnant, but abandons her for some angst, then Emily reconnects with her after a case and meets her kids and all.

YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE

PAIRINGS: Emily Prentiss x reader

WORD COUNT: 1244

WARNINGS: smut, angst, pregnancy, abandonment, mommy (E), breeding, kids (yes they deserve a warning), arguments, Emily has a dick, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Emily’s breath panned against your face, her lips venturing to your neck in a hurry. She teased the skin with her teeth, causing shivers to run down your spine. She leaned back, smirking in glory as you grappled onto her biceps.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” She muttered, her thrusts slowing as she took a moment to admire you. Only when a whine left your lips did she continue, forcing your lip onto her own as you shared a lustful kiss.

“Please, Em,“ You gasped out, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt liquid squirt into you. Her breath was shaggy, her voice trembling as she nodded with you.

“Mhm, going to make you a pretty little Mommy.” She chuckled, drawing long and hard hip movements, allowing you to feel her cock pulsing deep inside of you.

“I’m- I’m going to cum,” She placed each hand on either side of your head, her breasts moving with her body. You leaned forward, taking her sensitive nipple into your mouth. She moaned, tugging you closer by your hair as your legs shook.

“Cum for Mommy, sweetheart.” Your juices covered her cock as she painted your walls white, her grin wide as she admired the new ring on your finger. She had just proposed earlier that night while the stars shined bright against your skin, the ring shimmering as she placed it on your skin. She led it to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss against the material before returning her forehead to the pillows beneath you.

“I’ll never stop loving you, baby.”

“I told you I’d never stop loving you, Y/N.” The woman retorted, smiling through wet tears as she looked down on you, the ring still planted on your finger. It had been nearly a year yet you couldn’t get enough of her, no matter her actions. Only a few days after you found the sticks in the bathroom holding two lines was when she left. You weren’t able to inform her about the pregnancy, and the fact that she was going to be a mother soon.

It all happened so quickly, one moment you were the happiest you’d ever been, then the next you stood over her grave, tears racking out of you uncontrollably. You never expected her to return a year later in front of your doorstep, who would? But her hair had grown slightly, and you noticed the sore cheeks that proved her sadness wasn’t fake. She instantly fell into your arms, but you backed away, fearful of the recurring dream appearing once again. You were finally starting to heal, but now she was back, and you didn’t know what to do.

She heard the soft giggles of your child and froze, a smile threatening to take over her face as she noticed your Mother laughing at the child’s face. She had a hint of black hair on her head, even without seeing the rest of her features she could tell it was her replica.

“Emily, you can’t just barge in here after…after I believed you were dead for a whole fucking year!” You ran your fingers through your hair anxiously, steam nearly coming out of your nose and ears as she stood there; she looked so perfect. How could she stand there and look so perfect, she just tore your heart out only to rip it back out as you tried to fix it.

“I know, my love-“

“Please don’t call me that.” You begged, sniffling as she tried moving closer. Your Mother left after a screaming match was to be had between the two, both of them telling you to bring the baby girl to your room so she didn’t have to witness it. It wasn’t calm, and you were shocked you had zero neighboring complaints.

“Please, I- I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

“But you run off to fucking Paris while your pregnant wife stayed at home? Do you know how difficult those months were for me? Not only was I carrying a child, but I was dealing with the loss of the love of my fucking life! Only to find out she wasn’t even fucking dead!” She buried her head in guilt, and no matter how badly she wanted to look up and see you, she couldn’t bear to meet your tearful eyes.

“I didn’t know you were pregnant-“

“That doesn’t change shit, Emily! You left. You left me, and you left your daughter, you think I can just forget that?”

“No, I don’t expect you to. And, to be honest, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to forgive me because I can’t even forgive myself and I never, ever will. All I want is to spend the night with you, okay? I- I want to see my daughter experience her first Christmas tomorrow morning, and I want to experience our first Christmas together again…please, I’m begging you, Y/N.” She stood, relief filling her as you allowed your fingers to interlace with hers. She looked so hopeless, you, once again, couldn’t resist her.

“Fine, but we’ll be talking about this tomorrow, don’t think I’ve even thought about forgiving you.”

You promised yourself it wouldn’t happen, that sharing a bed with her wouldn’t bring back tempting emotions, but it did the opposite. And that’s how you found yourself beneath her, your walls accepting her cock desperately, despite your previous restraints. You forced yourself to keep quiet, but it was nearly impossible as she continued to hit against your g-spot with every thrust.

“I’m so sorry, baby- fuck, I love you so much.” She reminded you, wrapping her arms around your body as she dragged you towards her. You were now riding her, your legs around her waist as your hands dug at her back, your breasts pressing against hers as they created a shared rhythm.

“We…we need to be quiet, Emilia i- is fuck! Fuck, she’s- she’s sleeping.” The name came from Emily, you remembered when she told you her dreams of passing her name down to her child, but she also didn’t enjoy her government name. She wanted her daughter to have a beautiful name to match them, and Emilia was what she came up with after years of pondering the thought. Children had always worried her, especially due to her career, but she wanted nothing more than a true, happy family - one she spent her entire trip dreaming of.

“I know, but I want to hear you. God, I- I’ve missed you so much, ‘m never leaving you two again.” Unlike the deeply sexual position you both shared, there was a sense of comfort in her words. She seemed to ease away your fears with only a promise, but you worried she’d break it once again. You couldn’t risk losing her, not again.

“Please don’t leave me, E-Em. I- ah! I need you so fucking bad.” She repositioned the two of you, letting you rest against the pillows as she took a moment to admire your body. It was scarred, your skin holding wounds of pain yet beauty. The stretch marks represented her child - her baby girl, and she couldn’t have loved them more. She kissed the ones in reach, smiling up at you before kissing your lips in a passionate, loving gesture. She waited for you to pull back, but you never did.

“I told you I’d never stop loving you, Y/N.” And she meant it, she meant every word.

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[distantdarlings]

PARTY MONSTER // m. riddle

RATING: R / 2K words

Mattheo Riddle x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details, though mentioned that the reader is wearing a dress)

+ SUMMARY - You are invited to a Slytherin dorm party but cannot seem to find your friends anywhere. Your search is interrupted when someone else finds you. (Smut)

+ WARNINGS - Language, tension, sensuality, heavy kissing, petting, implied oral sex but not described, dom!Mattheo

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Party Monster - The Weeknd

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The music overhead pounded throughout the stone halls. Dark green and blue lighting was strung from every possible hanger that could be found. A few green-flame candles hung suspended in the air above your head. The entire enormous room was coated in the house’s rich color.

Frankly, you were surprised none of the staff had been called down to see what the hell was going on. You figured one of the older students had put some kind of muting spell around the whole common room to keep everything private. The Slytherin common room was vast and intricately decorated. You’d only been inside of it a few times. Though students were not supposed to go into common rooms other than their own, you had been snuck in a couple of times for study sessions with some of your Slytherin friends. Because of this, you were a bit more comfortable finding your way around. 

You weaved through the dancing crowd, brushing past sweating, swaying bodies. You were dressed just about like everyone else but you still worried you stood out like a sore thumb. The general feeling of not belonging made you a bit nervous. Nobody had ever told a professor when you had been in here before but you couldn’t help but keep your head down as you looked for your friends. 

Since there were no classes tomorrow, you had agreed to come to this party, though you were now wondering if it was a mistake. The burning stench of firewhisky found its way to your nostrils, making your eyes water slightly. Somehow in your journey to track your friends down, a glass of the strong stuff found its way into your hand. You sighed in defeat and raised the cup to your lips. Hopefully, it hadn’t belonged to someone else.

After another few minutes of wandering aimlessly, you had just about given up on finding your friends when a set of long, dark fingers slid their way around your waist to the front of your stomach. You laughed at the slightly ticklish feeling and turned around.

“Emily, I’ve been looking—oh!” The smile on your face faded. Before you stood the exact opposite of your best friend. A darkened boy with an intoxicated smirk on his face. His eyes hung low almost like he was tired and his lips appeared slightly swollen. The hand not around you cradled a full-sized bottle of firewhisky. You willed your eyes not to widen as he tilted the ashen bottle back. His lips curled determinedly around the mouth of the glass container, the suction from his drinking forming a dark bleed around his lips. So that was why his lips were so swollen, you thought. Your eyebrows screwed together as you pushed that thought away from your mind.

“My name is not Emily,” the boy smirked, his hand falling away from your waist as you turned. 

“I know that—I’m sorry, I thought you were my friend,” you tried to explain. You struggled to pull your eyes away from his black ones, yet no matter how hard you tried, they just seemed to drag you deeper into them. 

“You know who I am?” he asks. You knew who he was. Mattheo Riddle. He was infamous within the walls of this castle. Everyone knew who he was. They knew his attitude, his friends, or his body and you happened to know all three. By acquaintance, anyway. A girl that sat behind you in your Herbology class had—apparently—slept with him a few months ago and had managed to describe everything about him. She, fortunately, did not leave out a single detail and that, along with seeing Mattheo in the hallways on the way to class, had been the subject of your fantasies for a while now. 

You finally pulled your eyes away from his and looked down at your painted nails. He got around often and quickly and you knew that. He wasn’t actually interested in you, he—

His fingers gently slipped beneath your chin. He tilted your face up to look back at his. Your eyes fluttered as you struggled to not look away. It was honestly hard to look straight at him. The expression on his face and the firewhisky beginning to broil in your system started to make this whole situation seem better and better. What had you been saying? He wasn’t actually interested in you? He was just a player?

His tongue slipped between his lips to gently wet them. He never broke eye contact with you. Your eyes glanced down at the bottle in his free hand. He caught the change in your line of vision and chuckled darkly.

“Head back, love,” he cooed, pushing your chin back slowly and raising the bottle. 

You were not going to fuck this boy.

***

His room was dark and smelled lightly of candle smoke and something rather…earthy. Mattheo walked past the extinguished fireplace on the left wall and further into the room. You felt his fingers unfurl from yours as he tossed his wand onto the bedside table, the wooden object hit the surface with a clatter. He whispered something and the fire to your left erupted in flames. It was bright and too warm for your liking but the boy it illuminated was cut like David.

Mattheo walked back over to you. His softly carved fingers traced slowly up your arms. Though you wore a long-sleeved dress, you could still feel the boy’s fingertips through the material. A shudder passed through you as his eyes found your lips. 

He pressed his hand tightly against the small of your back, pulling you close against his body. You recognized this position as the one that he had done while he was dancing out in the common room only moments before. Your hips melded against Mattheo’s as you let him roll you back. You closed your eyes as you allowed Mattheo to support you, your hands clutching the collar of his white shirt. You felt your back crane against his hand, as the boy pressed his head in the crook of your neck. You hid a smile as your fingers slid in his curled hair. His lips and tongue found purchase against your soft skin. Your fingers tightened in the strands and didn’t release when he groaned against your neck. 

It was endearing how Mattheo seemed to incorporate sex into everything, but you knew it was probably more of a teenaged-boy-hormone thing rather than an artistic thing. Mattheo was an experienced boy, that much was clear, but you weren’t. You’d never gone further than kissing but the way that Mattheo moved your body within his hands made you feel like you’d always known. Like you’d always felt that rhythm that Mattheo kept in his body. Maybe that was a bad thing, but at this moment you didn’t care. Mattheo’s lips against your skin and the firewhisky in your blood seemed to dull a lot of caution.

He pulled you as close to him as you would go. Your lips trembled as the boy walked you backward to his bed, molding his red lips against your chest. You weren't sure how you felt about this, feeling a boy's touch and wanting more. If your parents knew what you were up to right now, they'd murder you but this was your small way of rebelling against them. You were a young student, for Merlin’s sake, you figured it was time for you to have a little fun. Being magical was the greatest thing that ever happened to you, but now you wanted to experience a little bit of mundanity as well. No magic, no spells, no potions, just your bodies moving together.

"K—" you breathed out, your chest shuddering beneath the pressure of the other's closeness.

"What?" Mattheo asked, his eyes flicking up to yours.

You looked into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall into them. You wanted to fill the brunette's arms wrapped around you and his cold lips on your chest. You wanted to feel his heartstrings wrap around your throat and suffocate you. You no longer cared about any consequences at the moment, you just wanted him.

"Kiss me." 

Mattheo exhaled shakily and pressed his lips to yours, holding your face in place with his firm fingers. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to be closer to him in any way possible. 

You felt Mattheo’s hands fall away from your back and slip beneath the underside of your thighs. You let out a gasp as he lifted you off the ground and pressed you to the wall just beside his bed. The feeling of the stone behind you and Mattheo’s rough body in front of you made you shudder with delight. Your legs tightened around his waist, pressing his belt buckle tightly against you. Black spots appeared at the corner of your eyes.

The brown-haired boy's lips melded perfectly with your own, allowing you to see that this was what you wanted. 

You unwrapped your legs from the other's tight waist, placing your feet gently on the floor. You pushed Mattheo backwards and over to the bed. The boy fell against it and allowed you to straddle his hips.

“Baby,” he let the word slide out slowly as your hips slid against his. His head tilted back against the bed, exposing his throat so perfectly to you. You laid down against him and bruised his throat. If Mattheo was a player, you were the end to that. Every touch and whisper of a breath against his bare skin had him keening for you like you were oxygen and he was drowning. 

He pulled your lips back to his own, feeling the way your chest pressed so beautifully against his own. You let out a small moan at the taste of Mattheo’s tongue.

He brought his fingers up to your hair, burying them within the soft strands. Your chest rumbled against Mattheo’s at the feeling of the boy gently tugging on your hair. He chuckled meanly at the reaction he pulled out of you. His fist suddenly closed tightly around your hair, yanking your head to the side. You whined at the sudden pain in your scalp as he rolled the two of you over.

The brunette's hands quickly traveled down to your waist, pulling the hem of your dress up to your waist. His nimble fingers found their way to the thin panty straps on either side of your hips. The white lace contrasted gorgeously with his honeyed skin as his fingers curled the fabric tightly within themselves.

“Don’t rip those,” you growled when the tension being applied to the fabric started to become too much. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in the same tone.

“Mattheo, I’m serious—they were fucking expensive,” you gripped the hair at the front of his scalp, holding his head back to look you in the eye.

“All for me?” he whispered, his fingers still not releasing the straps of fabric. 

“All for whoever was going to get it tonight,” you joked, warning him with your eyes. “You think you’re special?” 

His eyes darkened at my words. I was lying through my teeth. He was special and, truly, had been the reason you dressed up for tonight. You’d already been crushing for months, so you figured it was time to try and act on it a bit. If it didn’t work, you’d drop it and move on. But if it did… 

“Nobody else out there would ever make you feel like I would,” he growled, his fingers snapping the fabric finally. You yelped in protest at the beautiful torn fabric settling on either side of you.

“You dick—”

“Shut the fuck up—I’ll buy you new ones,” he settled himself between your thighs. “Won’t be the first time I do it either.”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous comment, trying your best not to just kick him right where he was. He was goddamn annoying but, fuck, did he look good down there. His eyes watched you closely, his head tilting slightly.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks. 

“Wondering if I go and get Blaise, this will go any faster,” you smirked, knowing that would rile him up. His smile faded and his eyes darkened once more. He gripped the back of your thighs roughly, digging his fingernails into your fleshy skin, and yanked you to the edge of his bed as fast as he could. 

“We’ll see if you still want Blaise by the end of tonight.”

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #mattheo riddle #mattheo x reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #mattheo x you #harry potter smut #oneshot

[foreingersgod]

Ur so right about cc content being non existent 😭. I was wondering if I could request a cc fic or hc with Pro Tennis player!reader 🫡

Of course my love!! hope you like it :)

A/N: i’m not a huge athlete so apologies if this has slight inaccuracies

Battered and Bruised . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: typically caitlin is the one that comes home with the injuries, but when you take a nasty fall during your big tennis match, she’s the one to take care of you.

you love caitlin, but god did she get hurt a lot. you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t tired of the late nights stood between caitlin legs as she sat on the seat of the toilet, tending to countless bruises and scrapes.

but there were a fair share of sweet moments when she’d come home from an intense game. regardless of the pain she was in, her eyes would never leave your face. she was entranced by how beautiful you looked: hair messy from your evening practices on the court, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, the way your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth while you tried to open the bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

“please stop staring, i look like shit” you’d say.

“you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life” she’d reply, fingers fiddling with your skirt “i’m so insanely lucky”.

and she really meant it, she’s so grateful to have someone like you. someone who was willing to ‘nurse her back to health’, as you put it, no matter how late in the night it was or how little the cut might be. she wished you could understand how much something so little could mean the most.

so when you came home from a pretty nasty game, skin drenched in sweat, knees sore and covered purple, and your feet blistered, she knew this was her moment to return the favor.

“holy shit, YN, you look terrible” caitlin said, shocked to see you so beaten up.

“gee, thanks babe” you dropped your duffel bag and racket at the door, collapsing on the couch. you did your best to give her a sarcastic smile, but everything hurt and you could barely feel your face.

“stop that’s not what i meant,” she wasted no time rushing to your side to sit next to you. pulling up both of your legs to rest across her lap, she gently removed your socks and shoes to rub your aching feet. “what the fuck happened today?”

you honestly don’t really even know what happened, the match started off so well. but the entire time you couldn’t stop thinking about how caitlin wouldn’t be there this time due to conflicting schedules and it really threw you off your game.

“everything happened” you sighed, rubbing your head “first, you weren’t there today, so all i could think about was how badly i wanted to come home to you. then i kept messing up all my drills before we started…and the girl i was against today was so fucking bitchy and such a dirty player! i just couldn’t keep up like i normally do and i just…” you rambled mindlessly as pain shot through your entire body.

she reached over to push the hair out of your face, softly rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone. “YN…”

“and i just kept tripping and i skinned my leg, i think at some point the ball hit me square in the head so now my whole fucking head hurts” you cried.

“baby, it’s ok, shhh, you’re ok” she cooed, forcing you to sit up next to her and she enveloped you into a hug. you just wanted to cuddle up into the side of her hoodie and stay there forever.

caitlin held you for a few minutes while you tried to catch your breath and give your body a break. her hand found its way to your hair once again, pulling out your pony tail and headband to massage your scalp.

“i think it’s my turn to take care of you this time” she finally whispered into your ear. she could practically feel your smile against her shoulder.

“i think that’d be nice”

“alright stay put for me, don’t move a muscle”

your girlfriend grabbed your gear as she headed up the stairs so she could put everything away for you. then she headed into the bathroom, dimming the lights and starting the bath. she made to sure to add your favorite bubble bath (the one your sister got you for Christmas last year) and some epsom salts to ease your sore muscles. on top of all this, she made an extra effort to set out some fresh clothes for you and hang up a new towel on your designated hook.

you perked up when she finally game down the stairs, eager to see what took her so long.

“ok, up you go” she urged, helping you off the couch and up the stairs. her hand rested at the small of your back, fingers lightly toying with the band of your skirt as she guided you towards the bathroom.

once she opened the door to reveal the elegant bath she had prepared for you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan of relief. the bubbles, the steam, the smell of the room could just about make you cry.

“i hope it’s ok, i made to sure to add in the stuff you like to help you relax a little bit, but tell me if it’s too much or too hot or anything and i’ll-” your lips found hers before she could finish her sentence. your fingers desperately grabbed at her hoodie, trying to pull her as close to you as you could. lips molding into one another’s with ease.

“this is perfect, caitlin. i don’t even know what to say”

“don’t say anything, just get in” she smiled at you.

like the sweet woman she is, caitlin helped you undress. assisting you with your sports bra and taking off your wristbands for you too. as you stepped in the warm water, you instantly felt alleviated and sunk into the comfort. while you closed your eyes, caitlin sat next to the tub on the toilet, soaking a rag in some cleanser to take off the days makeup and wipe away the sweat and grime.

when it was time to wash up, she forced your hand away from your shampoo bottles and body wash, begging you to let her do it for you. you had to admit, it felt good to let her do all the work for you and pamper you tonight.

after soaking in the tub for nearly an hour and caitlin allowing you to vent about the match, you finally forced yourself out and let caitlin dress you for bed. she had set out your “women’s tennis” college t-shirt and matching shorts for you and helped you into bed.

“so what you’re saying is i’ve got to start getting hurt out there more often?” you teased as cait settled behind you and pulled you against her chest so she could help you brush out your hair.

“god please don’t do that,” she laughed “not that i still wouldn’t do this for you regardless, but you just always take such good care of me when i come home battered and bruised.”

she stopped combing to kiss the side of you head and snake her arms around your waist. “you’re so good to me, baby. i love you, you deserve this and so much more”

though almost falling asleep from pure exhaustion, you managed to turn your head to catch her in one last kiss and a soft “i love you”. you were so blessed to have her in this life and the next.

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A/N: sorry if this is a little vague for “tennis player!reader”, but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, thank you for the request <3

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #cc x reader #wcbb x reader

[revehae]

naiveté

pairing ↠ mermaid!chaewon × (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ dubcon, mermaid!chaewon x human!reader, oral, posessivelreader, dom!reader, sub!chaewon, yandere themes

summary ↠ when a mermaid far too curious about humanity for her own good washes up at your front door, metaphorically speaking, you realize that you can use her naivety to your advantage.

wc ↠ 4.0k

a/n ↠ part 4/5 of the legend has it series!

don't like it, don't read.

you couldn’t believe your eyes. 

there was a stunning girl in front of you with a beauty unmatched by any other woman in the country. she was completely naked, hardly spoke, and her wrists were sore for the restraints tight around her only moments ago. 

until you stepped in and fought every sailor on the ship she’d been brought onto, defending her from the grabby hands of every man aboard. chaewon could only watch in horror, wondering if she was next. when you came up to her after the bloodshed, she tried to writhe out of the taut knots behind her back, not understanding that you had only come to defend her.

the more you marveled her, the more you wondered how a naked girl seemed to be birthed directly out of the sea, you came to only one logical conclusion. she was not human. rather, she was not supposed to be.

it didn’t account for the supple pair of legs that she had, but it did account for her inability to use them. it was not safe for a woman around the territory where drunk men sailed for months without contact from the opposite sex. that was why you took chaewon, which she later told you was her name, all the way back to your cabin.

though on the way there and when she arrived, chaewon acted very unfamiliar with her surroundings, as if she had never seen ordinary things like trees and hairdryers before. she couldn’t walk, falling to her knees with every effort. and though you had never believed in the supernatural, unless this girl lived under a rock her whole life, then she had to have come from underwater.

“you’re not from here,” you’d confronted within a couple hours of having her inside your room. 

chaewon’s eyes flickered with terror. she had heard horror stories of what happened to mermaids when they got too close to humans.  how merciless humankind could be.  she was to stay clear of it, though she had gotten close to the surface. among other things. “that’s not true.”

you scoffed, “baby, please. it’s not hard to tell. you’re like a fish out of water.”

chaewon swallowed to damp her throat. she guessed it was an apt comparison, all things considered. never had she not been very interested in the upper world. it was so foreign and she ached to explore it and all of its dangers.

when she said nothing, you knew you were right on the money, and continued, “i don’t know how you’re here nor do i care to. but your lack of familiarity with the human world is concerning and if you want, i can teach you how to act like one of us. the second people know you’re not like the rest of us, there’s no telling what’ll happen to you.”

chaewon whispered, “you’re gonna teach me… how to be human?”

“i’m going to try,” you clarified. “at the very least, it’s important that you know how to run and care for yourself.”

that was what you said, but little did chaewon know, you had much darker intentions in mind. the second you saw her exposed body, tangled in knots, you knew that you had to have her. and you knew that nobody else could. 

still, you did teach her the basics of being a human. how to cook simple things and the like. you allowed her to step outdoors, though only under your supervision. given her curious nature, you wouldn’t be surprised if she attempted to run away, just to explore the unfamiliarities of the world around her.

everything little thing astonished her. you had never seen anyone with such glimmering stars in their eyes. nature was chaewon’s favorite. she loved holding little snails in her hands and gawking at the wildflowers near your cabin, but never dared to pick them. she likened them to vibrant coral reefs. it was astounding how life on earth could be so similar yet so different to life underwater.

things stayed that way for a while, but your urges quickly took precedence. given how frequently you were around chaewon, it was difficult to suppress them. because you only had one bedroom, you offered to let her share your bed.

the most difficult thing you had ever done was keep yourself composed while you slept not even a total of inches away from each other. when you went to bed, you were at least a couple of inches apart, though when you roused, she was cuddling you. you couldn’t stand being so close to her and not doing a damn thing about it.

that was where the lies began.

after plenty careful shopping, you presented chaewon with a number of brassieres for her to sport around the house. only, she was under the impression that they were innocent tops, much like the ones she wore back home in the ocean.

maybe they weren’t exactly the same. the tops were a bit more revealing than the ones that she used to wear, but chaewon accepted that she was not home and was more than happy to embrace human tradition.

and then it was time for you to strike. 

“chaewon,” you called out, popping your head into your bedroom. chaewon was sitting on your bed with an earbud in, listening to music you’d shown her. “i bought you some more clothes.”

chaewon’s eyes twinkled. “really?” so, so naive, you couldn’t help but think. 

she didn’t question the alarming amount of so-called new clothes that you bought her, only constantly expressing her gratitude. she could never wait to try them on, much to your amusement. and maybe your delight. there was a reason why you bought so many.

you didn’t say anything, just smiling while you outstretched your hand, the bag dangling from your fingers. chaewon instantly lost interest in the music she’d been listening to, which she’d said before reminded her of sea nymphs, and leapt up to accept the bag with the politest thanks you’d ever heard.

chaewon didn’t think twice about whether or not it was normal to change in front of you, removing the underwear set she was currently wearing to don the new one you bought her. just the sight of her naked, even if only for a couple of moments, made an ache develop between your thighs.

this set was an innocent white color with flimsy, see-through fabric. chaewon stepped in front of your mirror, eyes brimming with wonder. “it’s so cute - i love it! thank you!”

“anything for you,” you said quietly, your eyes fallen to the hind view that you had of her ass.

noticing something, chaewon’s face quickly soured. “but there’s a cut,” she said, referring to a slit in her underwear. “i think it’s ruined.”

playing dumb, you asked, “can i see?”

chaewon nodded, crawling onto your bed and spreading her legs so that you could see the cut in her underwear that had her so saddened. you crept over, separating her thighs a little more to examine the slit that gave you perfect access to her holes without the need to slip them to the side.

your mouth was watering at the sight of her pretty pink pussy. if you were being frank, you thought you deserved a round of applause for being able to wait it out this long. your patience was never good when it came to things like this.

as if your fingers had a mind of their own, one of them moved to brush against her cunt, and you swore you heard the slightest tremble in chaewon’s breath. you knew, as it were, that she was indebted to you. chaewon had only you to thank for the sense of security she felt, no matter how false, and you wholeheartedly intended to keep it that way. though you also knew that, if kept naive enough, chaewon would happily do as you asked.

chaewon shifted uncomfortably. “is it ruined?”

“no, it’s not. it was designed like that,” you said matter-of-factly, rising from the position. sometimes the best lie was the truth.

chaewon was evidently confused. you adored that she processed outwardly, all her features cutely tensed. “why?”

“because it’s a special outfit,” you replied. “it makes it easier for fun activities humans like to do.”

naturally, chaewon had ample interest in the human world and their ways of life, and she desperately wanted to be a part of them. “can we do it?” she asked.

you chuckled, resisting. though only because you knew she wouldn’t back down. “you don’t even know what it is.”

“well, yeah, but…,” chaewon trailed, sitting up now. “i’m really curious.”

you sat down beside her, planting a palm on her exposed thigh and leisurely beginning to move it in a pattern. “have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?”

“no, it’s always been curiosity killed the otter.”

you snickered. “and did satisfaction bring it back?”

“something like that, yeah,” chaewon chirped.

if chaewon noticed how much closer your hand got to her hardly clothed pussy, she said nothing. “i could show you so much satisfaction, chaewon,” you purred, leaning into her ear, in spite of the fact that it was only you and her there to bare witness to whatever unfolded there in your room. “but only if you want to.”

“i want to,” chaewon replied without a second thought.

you pulled back, eyes flitting up her face. “you sure?”

chaewon bobbed her head excitedly. she had no idea what you had in store for her and yet she was so enthusiastic. 

“lie back down.”

chaewon did as told, eager.

you were back between her slender legs again, separating them, and thumbed the little slit in her underwear. “you wanna know what this is for?”

“badly,” was chaewon’s response. 

you doubted there were even words to describe just how mad she drove you. without a second thought, you dove your head between her plush set of thighs, your self-restraint snapping. you clamped your fingers onto her thighs for now, only lapping at her as if you had something to prove.

little noises were already escaping her parted lips and they were the sweetest sounds that you’d ever heard. they were accompanied by little breaths, tiny moments of her quickening heartbeat before it was as if her pulse died, then came back to life.

and it stayed like that, until it didn’t. until her breaths started to come quicker and quicker, and her soft moans increased not only in frequency, but in pitch. it wasn’t difficult to be enamored with her. the second you discovered that such saccharine noises could be ripped from the very back of her throat, you knew that you would do everything in your power to keep her isolated from the rest of your world. she was not for sale and she was yours.

“woah,” chaewon exhaled, chest heaving like a raging ocean. “that feels really good.”

you hummed, though you didn’t part to speak, because you didn’t plan on moving until you were certain that she had orgasmed. desperately did you need her to cum on your tongue. and your fingers. you inserted a pair inside her cunt, her gushy walls accepting.

the stimulation from both your warm mouth and adroit fingers made chaewon’s entire body start to shudder, an involuntary reaction that she couldn’t begin to control. this was pleasure and she had never before felt anything like it. especially not when you were tonguing her clit like it was nothing, sending floods of warmth and sensitivity to wreck through her core.

chaewon could barely speak as it was, every thought evaporating from her brain, though that only proved how ravaging this feeling was. it was destruction in its natural form, in its truest nature, and it was raw.

“oh my gosh,” chaewon whimpered, the cutest little look on her face. 

there was a large part of you that just wanted to make her feel like this forever and ever, and you needed to know how much she could take. as much as she was yours (even if she didn’t know it yet), she was delicate, and though you wanted to protect her, you couldn’t shake the part of you that longed to break her.

only you could be trusted with the most intimate workings of her physical form. those sailors might’ve been motivated by the same interests as you, the same pent-up desires, but none of them would care for chaewon the way you had.

maybe it was naive of you, for a change, to think that you could keep a spirit as longing as chaewon’s kept away and suppressed, but if push came to shove, there were many things that you were more than willing to do if it meant it would keep her closer to you for another day. she would just have to understand that this world wasn’t made for her. and there was no way you could be certain she’d be safe out there.

i’m going to make her depend on me, you thought, resolved. i’m going to make her need me. she’ll forget about the rest of the world. she’ll forget about home.

that you were certain of.

“fuck,” chaewon whimpered, followed by an itching cry of your name. it did something to you, make something fracture from within.

there was something about the sound of your name on her tongue that made you lose was what left of your goddamn mind. noting that she was (obviously) close, you were more vicious in your endeavors, drinking all of her arousal like you were parched.

in a way, it wasn’t far from the truth. it had been a long time since you’d found someone to satisfy your cravings and yet you’d forgotten everybody that came before chaewon. with your mouth on her pussy, and your name on her lips, she was all that you could will yourself to think about.

chaewon only thought about you too, because you were the first to show her ecstasy of this caliber and it felt ungodly. she could make little sense of what was happening to her body - the involuntary movements and the want flaring through her core in large numbers. and second after second, it somehow only intensified.

there was a sensation sitting heavy on the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t describe. it wasn’t crushing, though chaewon knew that it could consume her not if she let it, but if it so pleased. she wasn’t chanting your name, but it was like her whines went through one of your ears and the other. you were completely gone, drunk off a hint of her.

calling out your name again, louder, chaewon followed, “i think something’s...”

the last of her sentence was cut off by a final, sharp cry of ache, heavy on her gut and weighing on her chest. your thumb was on her clit, continuing to stimulate her as she got off, wiggling her hips forward into your mouth and writhing uncontrollably.

you took great delight in watching her fall apart at the seams, because there was something about it happening at your hand. chaewon was at your mercy and you preferred it like that, because that way, she had nobody else to run to. it was your name she cried while she battled pleasure for authority over her body and ultimately surrendered every bit of it.

you didn’t stop until chaewon’s body slumped and gave in to exhaustion. rising from your knees, you came to sit beside her weak figure, observing from a different angle. “so, was it fun?”

“yeah,” chaewon exhaled shakily. “can i do that to you?”

something about the thought of chaewon’s pretty little face between your legs made you giggle, though you weren’t opposed. “another time,” you replied. “i have something else you can do.”

as if she weren’t utterly spent, chaewon’s eyes sparkled with eagerness. “like what?”

minutes later, you had a strap-on secured around your hips, and it was your turn to lie back on the mattress. chaewon had jumped to undress you the second that the words escaped your mouth, obedient and eager to please as she was, and you wallowed in every second. now, she was more than excited to ride your strap.

though she looked amazing in it, you removed the bra from her chest no sooner had she stripped you bare. you wanted to squeeze her pretty breasts in your palms while she rode the soul out of you.

chaewon glanced to you, looking at you with so much wonder, and asked, “how far do i go?”

“whatever’s comfortable, baby,” you said nonchalantly, in spite of the fact that you were counting down the seconds until she’d be bouncing.

in the next minute, chaewon was lowering herself onto you through the little slit in her underwear, careful and steady. because of the sheer size, you were surprised to see her sink completely down, though also dumbfoundedly proud.

your eyes darted to her face. every emotion was etched across. “too much?”

not anymore than she asked for. “no,” chaewon replied, shaking her head. “i can take it. i promise.”

it didn’t take a genius to understand that chaewon was resolved to impress you, no matter how taxing it was or how much it took out of her, and you were honored to realize that she had such a high opinion of you. obviously, she didn’t know the extent of how dangerous you could be, in spite of the fact she witnessed the bloodshed you’d caused in her defense, though you hoped that she wouldn’t need to.

chaewon started slow and you didn’t blame her, just trying to get accustomed to the unmistakable girth, and those pretty little sighs began to simmer into your ears again. you would never be able to get enough of them. matter of fact, you were certain they would start to replay in your head at one point.

chaewon rasped, “it’s really big.”

“do you need to go back up?”

“no!” chaewon vehemently insisted. “i can do this.”

“i’m sure you can, angel,” you purred, tightening your hold at her perfect hips.

though you’d been tempted, you didn’t try to guide her along, sensing that she would definitely refuse all help and insist that she was perfectly capable of riding you on her own. so your hands just stayed still and flat, allowing her to do as she pleased.

all the while, you were enjoying the view from below, watching her take you like a queen upon her throne. her breasts dangled tantalizingly in front of your face, almost as if they were begging to be sucked. you were of a mind to test yourself, gauging how much you could handle before your greed consumed you in your entirety.

to say the least, you knew that it couldn’t have been a lot.

it was bewitching how she managed to swallow your strap whole. though you were aware that she could barely take it as it was, you fully intended to buy larger toys to use on her. with some size training, you knew she would be taking it all like a champ in no time. she had the resolve and tenacity.

and more importantly, she had you. for whatever reason, whenever you were in the picture, her happiness skyrocketed. maybe it was because you essentially saved her life or took her in and taught her the ways of human life, but whatever it was, chaewon had her affections alloted to you.

“you’re so pretty,” you whispered with a two-minute delay. you were too absorbed in your thoughts to relay them just as quickly as they appeared in your brain.

chaewon started to beam, smile stretching from one ear to the other. hearing your praise made her whole face flush, little whines slipping from her pink lips. and though you couldn’t feel it, much to your chagrin, she couldn’t help but grip around you.

lifting one hand from her hip, you started to fondle her supple breasts, kneading them with your hands. chaewon’s eyes fluttered close as her pace quickened and she settled on a fitting rhythm, riding effortlessly now that she’d adjusted to your size. one of these days, you wanted to rail her into oblivion, but it would wait. you were more than content to watch her bounce on top of you.

chaewon, to say the least, was enthralled. not only in the wonders that were your lifestyle as a human being, but the forbidden pleasures she’d been deprived of as a mermaid. there was something about how this big whatchamacallit felt, brushing against her walls and strumming her to climax all over again.

you satiated her curiosity. some of it, at least. but what mattered in the moment was that she was satisfied, just as you swore she would be, and in ways she couldn’t fathom. from the throbbing in her core to the wriggle in her toes and the heat spasming in her palms, all of it was unthinkable.

fuck. oh my goodness. fuck, was all that floated around chaewon’s head, because if she wasn’t saying it (her mouth was far too occupied with those sweet-sounding cries to speak), she was definitely thinking it.

chaewon was far too dazed to even notice, but you, for one, were addicted to the wet sound that came with every meet of her hips with your strap. you were showing her what it meant to be aroused. and someday, if she somehow did escape you, even though you couldn’t imagine letting yourself permit that to happen, you would make sure she knew that nobody could ever bring her euphoria quite like you.

there was sweat gathering at chaewon’s face, an indication of how long and how hard the two of you had been at this, but all you really gave a damn about was how it made her skin glisten. how beautiful it looked when coupled with the sunlight filtering through your open window. you weren’t concerned with being spied on, because with how deep in the middle of nowhere you lived, you rarely had visitors and certainly no neighbors.

“it’s happening again,” chaewon noticed, referring to the sensation in her gut. 

“that’s normal,” you said, assuring.

chaewon’s movements only got more vigorous, as if she couldn’t wait to get herself there, and you knew that it wasn’t far from the truth. “i’m so…,” she trailed, breaths coming quicker. 

“you’re close,” you finished for her, grinning. “cum for me, baby. show me you can do it again.”

you knew that she could. god, she came so hard when you were going down on her. you yourself could’ve came untouched just from watching her get off.

“so close,” chaewon squeaked, rocking herself against you harder. and much, much faster. she was so impatient. “please.”

you were coaxing her there, whispering, “milk my strap, baby. come on. do it for me.”

for whatever reason, everything felt so much more intense in that moment compared to every second preceding. the room seemed a thousand degrees hotter, which the sweat down chaewon’s back was a testament to, but half the heat was coming from inside.

then the girl on top of you arched into you and it was game over, her stilling as the chase came to an abrupt halt. release was instantaneous. chaewon could feel it everywhere and it was mind-numbing and explosive. she wrung her toes, anchoring herself on your bare shoulders as raw pleasure shot through her chest and spine.

and you watched every second. you were obsessed. all you could think, eyes fixed to her orgasming form, was, she’s so goddamn gorgeous.

when the unsparing afterhighs faded, chaewon slumped against you, weakened by her continuous actions and the energy put into the hunt for climax. though you desperately wanted to push her, you would save it for another day. she was panting hard and heavy against your chest, so worn.

chaewon’s misty eyes flitted to yours, whispering, “did i do good?”

“you did perfect, angel,” you crooned, kissing her forehead. chaewon giggled, dismounting you and snuggling closer to you. “absolutely perfect.”

it was comfortable silent (other than the combined sound of your open-mouthed breathing) for maybe five minutes. you wallowed in the weight of chaewon’s body on your chest and her breath on your neck, a reminder that she was there.

what you didn’t speak was for her to ask, “can we go again?”

your eyes flickered in shock. god, this girl just doesn’t know when to quit, you thought amusedly.

#chaewon smut #le sserafim smut #girl group smut #gxg smut #tw: dubcon #revehae fics

[humanrindswrites]

soothe

summary: it’s aftercare time

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

warnings: mentions of rough sex (overstimulation, spanking), bathing, sub drop, comfort

word count:

a/n: i mainly wrote this as a comfort fic for myself after a really bad day, so the reader character is white (or just very pale) in this one

“Fuck,” he groaned as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her spent cunt. “Good girl.”

Corey sat back on his heels as he admired his handiwork: his girl lying on her front with her head resting on the pillow, her wrists tied, her hair messy and her ass bright red from behind spanked so much.

It had been a while since he’d been rough like that and she’d reassured him many times that she was more than okay with him throwing her around like a ragdoll, and the multiple orgasms she’d given him showed that she was enjoying it too. By the fifth one, all she could do was tremble beneath him and whine hoarsely, her throat raw from taking his cock and screaming out in pleasure so much.

She shuddered when he ran his fingers up and down her spine, feeling how hot her skin was before untying her wrists from the bedframe and gently rubbing his thumbs over them. The side of her face peeked out from under her hair, her skin red instead of its usual pale as she tried to catch her breath and her eyes watered.

“Hey,” he said softly, “you okay?”

She didn’t answer, just buried her face into the pillow and trembled as she panted. He hadn’t been like that with her in such a long time, it was as if it had happened for the first time. Her skin prickled, her arms ached from being held up so long, and she was sore between her legs from being pounded into so hard. She didn’t want to cry, she hadn’t wanted to stop at any point and the way her whole body shook showed that she’d had a good time, but something just made her feel like breaking down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her as he gingerly brushed her hair away from her face. “Was it something I did?”

She shook her head, still hiding her face in the pillow.

“No, I’m fine,” she mumbled, her voice watery with tears.

Naturally, Corey wasn’t convinced.

He sighed as he lay down next to her and draped an arm over her back.

“C’mere,” he said and nudged her to cuddle into him.

She immediately shuffled up to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hands curled into loose fists against his chest as she breathed in his scent. He knew how to help her when she’d dropped before but it had been such a long time that it was like a shock to her system.

“You’re okay, you’re safe,” he said as he rested his cheek on the top of her head and tenderly stroked her back. The difference in how he touched her was enough to make her tears fall, her body flooded with confusing feelings about what they’d just done.

It felt good, really good. So why was she so upset?

Even though it was a rare occasion, Corey was always a good dom for her - caring, always putting her first and making sure that he didn’t do anything she didn’t want or like. But he always excelled at aftercare, whether they’d been rough or not. She fully believed that being held by him could heal anything.

He’d held her close to his chest and softly stroked her hair as tears rolled down her face and onto his shoulder, telling her that she was safe and that she’d done so well for him and he couldn’t ask for anyone better.

“Feel better?” he asked when he noticed that she was out of tears. She nodded and wiped her eyes. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

In the bathroom, Corey started to run the bath while he helped her clean herself off. He took a washcloth from under the sink and soaked it in water before guiding her to sit on the side of the tub with her legs spread as wide as she comfortably could and used it to clean his cum away from her aching pussy.

“Sorry, honey,” he said when she jumped.

“It’s fine, just still a little sore,” she said and attempted a smile. “Something to remind me of you, I guess.”

He gently kissed her forehead, helping her to relax as he continued to use the washcloth on her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t help flinching when he gingerly pushed a finger inside to scoop out what was left of his cum, her sore pussy clenching in an attempt to push him away.

“You’re nearly done,” he soothed when she whined softly and gripped his wrist.

Even though it was only one finger, it was still too much for her to bear. Her muscles burned from being used so much that even just a smooth gentle motion brought tears to her eyes.

“There you go,” he said when he finally pulled his hands away from her. “Good as new.”

“Thank you, honey,” she said with a half-hearted smile, her entire body too tired even for that.

He gently stroked her cheek and trailed his fingers down her jaw as he leaned down slightly to softly kiss her.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said against her lips. “But you’re welcome.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her, his bare skin still sticky and warm. He readily accepted it and rested his head on hers as he pulled her closer to him, stroking her back and feeling her heartbeat steady itself.

“C’mon, let’s get you in this tub.”

She reluctantly peeled herself away from him and carefully swivelled herself around before lowering herself into the hot, bubbly water. Her muscles relaxed instantly as she breathed in the delicate scent of the bubbles and let the soft foam envelop her. Before she let her eyes close, she noticed Corey reaching for his bathrobe on the back of the door.

“Where are you going?” 

“The kitchen,” he said slowly as he was about to put his arms through the sleeves. “I was gonna make us something to eat.”

She shook her head and shifted forward in the tub, the water sloshing around her. “Stay with me.”

He immediately hung the robe back up and stepped into the tub behind her before steadily lowering himself down and pulling her to rest against his chest. A pleasured sigh of his own escaped his lungs as the water surrounded them both.

“Sounds like you need some care too,” she said with a soft laugh.

He hummed in agreement and scooped water into his hands to spill over her shoulders and chest; she hadn’t bothered to tie her hair up before getting into the tub, but she didn’t seem to mind it getting wet. She rested her head in the crook of his neck as he caressed her body, starting at her collarbones and working down, paying particular attention to her breasts and inner thighs.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked after they were both silent for a while. “I don’t think I’ve seen you drop like that in a long time.”

“We haven’t done anything rough for a while, it just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“I just don’t like making you cry,” he said as she turned around in his lap.

She took his face in her hands and moved in to kiss him.

“You didn’t make me cry,” she said softly. “I was just feeling a lot of things and ended up crying. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He kissed her back, pulling her body closer to his until her breasts were pushed up against his chest and holding her tight to him.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “I want you to feel safe with me, okay?”

“Okay,” she said before kissing him again. “I love you too.”

“This was supposed to be me making you feel better, y’know,” he said when he pulled away from her slightly. 

“I know, but you deserve some aftercare too.”

#corey taylor x reader #corey taylor imagine #slipknot x reader #slipknot imagine #slipknot fanfics #real person fiction #rpf #x reader #reader insert #*my writing #self ship

[mrchiipchrome]

Soft moments and mischievous activities

First fic is here, hope you like it and that it is written in a way that makes sense! And english is not my first language by the way! Hope you enjoy!

W.C: 3 k

Waking up to the blinding sun in your eyes was never ideal, but the kisses were always a plus. Feeling the soft lips of your girlfriend pressing all over your face was something you looked forward to every morning, thus making them infinently better. Slowly stirring from the deep sleep you had found yourself in moments earlier and opening the heavy eyelids covering your eyes, you saw a face that looked like it had been sculpted by God’s own hands. 

Her arms were around your torso in a death grip, clearly not wanting to let go at least for a while. Deep pools of blue, like the water in the most desired holiday destinations, were staring back at you dripping with love and adoration. An expression you were sure you mimicked. Her long blonde hair was down for once and you let yourself bring a calloused hand up to her head, dragging it through her slightly tousled tresses carefully. 

The soft fleeting moments between you and your lover were the ones you enjoyed the most, with no distractions or people interrupting, just you and your girl tangled between the sheets of the hotel bed sharing kisses and soft words until it was time to get up. The quiet groan she lets out as your fingers detangle a knot in her hair has your heart beating out of its place in your ribcage, no doubt she can feel it beneath her nimble fingers traveling all across your torso. 

The muscles in your stomach contract as her fingers run over them, and her face gains a smile as she slowly begins to laugh. A loud infectious laugh that has entire rooms lighting up at the sound of it and you soon find yourself in the exact same predicament, with a beaming smile on your face as laughter spills out of your mouth in an uncontrollable manner. The whole room filled with giggles as you look over to your lover, your girl, your person, the only one you wanted to wake up with in the morning and you press a soft kiss to her lips.

Two loud bangs wake you two from your bubble as you hear your captain, Leah, call for you to get ready and get down to breakfast. Your movements are sluggish as you carefully remove your hands from Alessia’s golden locks and then remove her wandering hands from your sore body in a way that suggests that it wasn’t really by choice, rather obligation. The thin sheets fall back down onto the bed as you get up and stretch your entire body with a loud piercing groan, and press a kiss to Alessia’s forehead. 

You drag your feet all the way to the rather large bathroom in the hotel room and pick up your dark blue toothbrush along with the toothpaste. Pulling the handle of the tap as you run the toothbrush under the water you feel strong arms snaking around your waist and a head resting on your back. Perks of being taller than your girlfriend. A lazy smile stretches across your face and you put toothpaste on the wet toothbrush and put it into your mouth before picking up Alessia’s and going through the same routine. 

Turning around in her hold, you gesture for her to open her mouth for her toothbrush, which she does. She pulls her arms from their place around your waist as she takes a hold of it and moves it in a brushing motion, not unlike you. Soon toothpaste is being spit out and toothbrushes are being run under water and put back into their place.

The floor is cold as you reenter the main room while Alessia stays in the bathroom to brush out the rest of her hair. Walking over to the camera placed on the nightstand and picking it up, you press the on button and officially start the video you were supposed to make today for the England media team. A day in the life of a Lioness, those were the most difficult but effortless videos as you really had to watch what you were saying.

“Good morning people! My name is Y/n and today you will follow me to see what happens during a day as a Lioness.”, you say as you hear the door of the bathroom open and close. “On the agenda today we have some media so you’ll get a sneak-peek into how media days go and then we’re most likely going to have some team bonding after.” You move your hands as you speak, a habit you had picked up early in your life. 

Hearing rustling behind you makes you look over your shoulder and point the camera in the same direction, catching your girlfriend digging in her suitcase still in her pajamas consisting of one of your old t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

“Look who’s here rooming with me, it’s the stargirl herself, England's pride and the backheel queen, Alessia Russo!” Your vivid description had a dark blush creeping up on her cheeks and she quickly hides her face from the camera. “A bit camera shy today, are we? Moving on, we need to get dressed and out of our pj’s, so we’ll return in a short moment.”

As soon as you’re done speaking you push the off button and put the camera down on the nearest bed, the unused one. You turn back around to Alessia, her cheeks still painted red and stand next to her as she picks out her own outfit for the day. Waiting a second or two to let her calm herself down before asking her the question at the tip of your tongue. 

“Do you want to pick my outfit too?”, the way the words fall so effortlessly from your lips has the blush covering your girls cheeks worsen again. You were not exactly renowned for your impeccable style, so you left it to Alessia. 

A mumbled yes has a smile springing to your tired face, enjoying the effect you still had on your girl despite the years you’ve been together and the experiences you’ve shared. You can feel the love bubbling up in your chest, unable to express it through words rather than actions. You sit down on the bed behind you with a dazed look on your face as you wait for Alessia to complete picking out your outfit.

Feeling clothes being thrust into your arms you look up to see Alessia standing over you with her own clothes in her muscular arms, mirroring the expression adorning your face. Reaching out, your hands grip onto her oversized shirt and pull her in towards you and stand up all in the same motion. 

Her hands clutch to the collar of the shirt that you are wearing and yours release the hold they have on her shirt, instead finding purchase on her waist. Towering over her finds you leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet short kiss, squeezing her hips as a way to ground yourself from the otherworldly experience.

Pulling away you pick up the clothes that had fallen on the floor and move towards the other side of the room to change out of your pj’s, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself if you were beside her. A soft whine is heard from across the room and you let out a soft laugh all while pulling your sleep shirt off and replacing it with the new shirt, a white manchester united t-shirt and then putting the iconic Lioness zip-up jumper over your shoulders. Changing your pants also goes without a hitch and you soon find yourself waiting for Alessia once again.

A soft tap on your shoulder has you looking up seeing your girl dressed up in matching attire and a blush rises on your own face as you realize that you want to spend the rest of your hopefully long life with her.

“Are you ready to go?” Her silky smooth voice sends shivers down your spine and you stand up, camera in hand and ready to be turned back on to film your every move over the course of the next 24 hours. “Yep” Your short answer gains you a famous Russo smile and you start to make your way out of the room all while turning the camera on and starting to speak. 

“We’re all changed and ready to take the day on head first, but first breakfast!” The cheers let out from your mouth echoed through the empty hallways, everybody either already down for breakfast or still in their bed sleeping. 

Ding! The elevator chimes alerting you to its presence and as the doors open you turn the camera on Alessia, letting it record her as she enters the elevator. You enter it close after she does and point the camera towards the mirror, letting it see you both as you press the button for the ground floor. Turning your head towards Alessia you see that she is looking down on her phone, likely on some sort of social media waiting for the elevator to finally stop moving. 

Noticing that you are nearing the end of the elevator ride, a mischievous feeling overtakes your body wanting to be let out in the form of a prank. A plan takes form in your head, and reveals itself in the form of a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Hey, Less?” As a ploy to catch her attention you call out for her, and it seems to have worked as she looks up from her phone and straight into the camera pointing at her face. You can feel how the elevator finally comes to a stop and as the doors open you quickly take her phone from her gentle grip. 

Turning around you are met with a couple of patrons littered around the lobby of the large hotel and you take off, Alessia’s phone in one hand and the camera in the other, careful not to drop either of them. Her yells of protest bounce around the lobby and she herself takes off not long after you had, weaving through patrons in a way that was not too far from your own. You can feel the judgment dripping from the other guests eyes but you didn’t have a care in the world being chased, and since the concierges and other staff didn’t seem to care you figured that you shouldn’t either. Footsteps pound against the carpeted floor near the hotel dining room, and as you burst through the door you see your teammates all looking up from their breakfasts. 

The sight of you, panting and looking like you’ve just ran half a marathon doesn’t faze them in the slightest as your bouts of mischievousness were not a new occurrence. Spotting Leah out of the corner of your eye looking on incredulously as you suddenly dive behind her and out  of the way of an incoming Alessia Russo. The camera is once again pointed away from you in an effort to catch the moment your gorgeous girlfriend enters the room behind you, but when she doesn’t appear within the reasonable time that it would take to get to the room you currently resided in you start to get worried. Maybe she had fallen and couldn’t get up or maybe she had just gotten distracted, anyway you couldn’t stop the worry building up in your body like bricks in a house.

You soon realize that your worry was meaningless as the next time you see your girlfriend she has someone very special to you in her grasp. You now realized what had taken her so long.

Albert

Albert was the stuffed bear you had gotten for your first ever birthday, back then he wasn’t as battered or dirty as he was now but you still loved him to death. Seeing him in Alessia’s hands had never been a problem for you but considering your actions in the past few minutes, you were dreading the consequences of your actions.

“Y/n give me back my phone or I will hide Albert for the rest of camp.” Her tone is serious as can be when she’s negotiating with you. She hugs the old bear close to her chest being careful to keep it out of harm's way, knowing how much it means to you. Rising up from your position behind Leah, you watched her closely looking for any indication that she was bluffing as you have learnt to read all of her expressions over the years you’ve been together. The only thing she does is raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at you, and you huff knowing that you were just beaten at your own game.

Stepping around Leah you cautiously walk forwards with her phone in your outstretched hand, eyes staying on her looking for any movement that could indicate her next course of action. You can feel the eyes on you, acting like an old western was playing out before their eyes. Hearing the iconic sound that accompanies most people's thoughts of westerns, you look around curiously for the source of the noise but when you look around you can’t find anyone looking guilty enough. 

Instead you play into the scenario and put on a sour expression like you would find in the movies, holding the phone like a revolver down by your side. Alessia rolls her eyes at your obvious display of childishness, but the slight uptick in her lips showed that she wasn’t annoyed but rather amused. Finally reaching her you dramatically hold her phone out to her while she, just as dramatically holds Albert out to you. You acquire your possessions from the other at the same time and a smile graces your face as she speaks up again, this time with a horrible southern accent.

“Pleasure doin’ business with you partner” 

Tipping an invisible hat has you holding back a snort, the action both adorable and completely ridiculous at the same time. Slinging an arm around her shoulders has her looking up at you with a smile of her own.

“If you two are done with your shenanigans, then please sit down and eat your breakfast.” The recognisable voice of Leah Williamson was evidently full of amusement and simultaneous disappointment. Quickly moving towards your place at the table where someone had gotten you a tray of your usual breakfast, you move towards where Georgia was sitting on the other side of Leah holding the camera. You open your hand as if gesturing for her to put it in your hand, which she does almost immediately but not before she gives you a knowing look. 

Flashing a quick smile in return you grab it and place it on the table in front of you to give it a view of you eating your breakfast, Albert in hand. Sitting there happily as you munch on the food in front of you, you suddenly perk up at the sound of your name being called,

“Enjoying your breakfast Y/n?” The voice of Ella Toone rings throughout the room teasingly, but you don’t pick up the obvious tone of voice instead just nodding happily with a smile to match your mood.

Finally finishing up, you put away the utensils and make your way to the doors having eaten your food much faster than others on the team. Moving towards the elevators once again, waiting for it to arrive at the bottom floor of the large building and take you up to your room to fetch your coat and to put Albert back in his place on the bed. 

Arriving back to your room and pulling the keycard out of your pocket, you insert it in the lock and the door opens with a subtle click. As you enter the room you chuck Albert on the bed closest to where you are standing and look for your coat. Deciding to bring Alessia her coat too, as a type of pseudo apology for your earlier mischievous behavior, you pick up the coats from their place on the floor and bring them with you as you exit the room for the second time that morning. All this running back and forth has revived your prior drowsiness as you lean against the elevator wall, coat in hand.

Pushing off the wall as you arrive at your destination, you jump as a voice suddenly pops up right next to your ear.

“Forgetting something, are we?” Spinning around only to be met by your girlfriend's glowing face, you look down towards her hand and see the camera you supposedly forgot. “Seems like it, but you forgot something too to be fair” Moving the hand holding her coat up towards her face, you see the recognition flash across her face. “As an apology”, you quickly trade the items in your hands with each other like you had done a couple minutes prior and you start to make your way out of the hotel and towards the coach. 

It being media day meant that you didn’t have any bags to put in the overhead compartment nor the place where you usually store your bags. This makes everything so much easier as you skip onto the bus and towards your usual seat beside Alessia in the middle row, it being the perfect seat as you could take part of the chaos at the back of the bus if you felt like it but at the same time you could have the peace of being near the front.

Plopping down in the seat next to the window you let out a heavy sigh, waiting for your girlfriend to sit down next to you. Speaking to the camera, you tell it and the people who are going to watch it later when it comes out how you just have gotten on the bus and how you couldn’t wait to get back to sleep. Finishing the small speech off with a weak ‘good night’, you settle against Alessia’s shoulder with your arms crossed over your chest finally allowed to fall into sleep’s heavy grasp once again.

part 2?

#alessia russo x reader #alessia russo #woso imagines #woso x reader #my work #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #muwfc x reader

[vivalarevolution]

𝓑𝓲𝓰 𝓑𝓸𝔂

Jake Sully x Plus-size Reader

A/N: No one asked I think that everybody needed it. As the tittle said is inspired by SZA's song because personally for me, this became the anthem for Jake Sully. So for every lady out there, please enjoy this sinful work that probably has devil himself blush.

And remember english is not my native language , mistakes may happen. Minors do not interact.

Moans, whimpers and growls echoed around the empty unit, which contained only two lovers.

Jake had her on the bed towering over her while she knelt on the mattress trying to fit his big, thick member into her mouth. Failing miserably.

Her small hands tried to stimulate the rest , and the saliva dripping from her mouth made it much easier for her.

-Good little girl, taking me so well - the avatar praised her, stroking her hair with his hand as she nearly choked on arsenal between his legs.

But even with tears in her eyes and the feeling of a sore throat, she eagerly moved her head, wanting to bring the man to orgasm. After a moment, she took it out of her mouth with a loud and wet pop, panting. Leaning against his hip, she continued to stimulate his manhood, sliding her lips down to his balls, which she began to suck gently, driving Sully to pure madness. However, her mouth didn't stay there for long, as she began kissing him up to his mushroom, which she started licking as if it was a sweet lollipop. Sometimes letting out a trickle of saliva from her mouth, sucking it off in the next moment.

-I want your cum so much sir - she moaned, rubbing his member against her cheek before taking it almost all the way into her mouth ,gagging slightly.

-Yeah? - he panted, lifting his head up ,to at least the slightest way to regain control over his body - How much do you want it? Tell me.

-So much - she replied, kissing the dripping head of his cock - Please, I want to taste you so bad.

In response, she was pulled as far as possible, causing his member to hit her again and again in the back of the throat. Tears flowed freely from her red-rimmed eyes, as did the saliva that dripped down her jaw and neck, making the perfect picture in front of him, the perfect picture to which he had climaxed.

The cum that slid down her throat was way too much for her to swallow. After a while, Y/n pulled her head back, breathing deeply while Jake continued to paint her face white ,getting addicted to the view before his eyes.

-You did such a good job - he murmured, running his thumb over her dirty face, then put it in her mouth, and she began to suck it eagerly - I think you deserve a reward.

-A reward? -she asked, looking at him with those big doe eyes.

-A reward - he repeated, placing his hands on her ribs, under her large chest hidden behind a thin tank top, from which her pebbled nipples were already protruding - Let me see those lovely breasts, baby.

Y/n obediently removed her clothes, shyly avoiding na'vi's eyes, trying to hide within herself, unknowingly squeezing her tits and exposing them even more as they spilled out from under her fingers.

The man growled. Like enchanted, his body began to move according to its own mind, his hands moved the only obstacle away from his yellow eyes before his whole body hung over her ,telling her in a silent command to lie down, which she complied instantly, being obscured by the big blue body of the avatar.

A woman had never felt so small and vulnerable. With her mouth slightly open, she watched Jake's actions as he placed both his hands on her boobs, covering them fully, no matter how big their were. His warm and welcoming fingers made her close her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasant feeling.

-Jake - she whimpered, feeling his tongue on her nipples.

-Hmm? - he murmured into her skin, still focused on sucking, biting and licking.

-Please let me cum - she gasped, surprised at how close her own orgasm was coming.

Sully, also did not expect such a twist, but quickly came to his senses, assaulting her tits even more, even harder. Y/n thought she was seeing stars when a wave of heat flooded her, spreading through every inch of her body.

Panting, she covered her face, trying to calm down, but the man above her wouldn't let it. Kissing her body, going lower and lower, until he stopped at her black underwear, which he tore from her legs like an animal, parting her thick thighs to shamelessly examine her wet and trembling womanhood, begging for someone to touch it.

-Such a pretty pussy - he praised her, moving his lips closer, stopping at the inner thighs, nibbling on their firm skin - Will you let me touch it baby girl?

-Anything you want...do with me whatever you want - she said, propping herself up on her elbows, tempted to see the avatar between her legs.

The man chuckled darkly, looking at her with predatory eyes, moving agonizingly slowly to her clitoris before his long tongue ran over her folds, from the entrance to the swollen button. He was purring like a cat as he tasted her.

-Sweeter than I thought - he whispered against her labia before his hands firmly gripped her hips, draping her legs over his broad shoulders, feasting on her as if he was starving.

Her mind was empty, clouded by an aura of lust and greed. Within seconds she turned into a moaning mess, whimpering and tossing like a possessed woman while Jake held her abdomen tightly, not letting her move an inch. Growling when he couldn't feel her womanhood under his tongue ,even it was only a moment. And when he suddenly pulled away from her, only to spit on her labia, she thought her mind left her body, leaving only a shell for desire.

-Ah!- she squeaked, feeling his tongue sneak into her hot, tight canal, only to come back higher, spelling his name on her pussy.

The awareness of how possessive this act was made her thighs tighten on his head, and a clear substance appeared in his mouth, flowing straight from her entry.

-Delicious - he muttered to himself, feasting for a longer time - Do you think you can give me another one?- he asked, but there was no question in his eyes, only an order.

-Yes sir - she replied, too consumed by the feeling of dizziness.

-Good girl - he said, gliding his fingers over her womanhood, then carefully slipping one of them inside, watching her reaction - How are you feeling? - he asked, pushing a little deeper.

-Full - she confessed, from under half-closed eyelids - But in the best sense of the word.

-Good - he murmured, moving it around, kissing her clitoris from time to time - We need to get you ready. We don't want me to rip you in half.

At these words, Y/n's legs involuntarily wanted to close, but the avatar stopped one of them with his hand, then hitting her pussy in an act of silent warning, but in response he got an uncontrollable moan, which was repeated with the next slap of his palm.

-You like it, huh?- he asked, suddenly brushing her lips with his - What a dirty girl you are.

-Just for you - she replied, connecting their lips, desperately needing to feel him.

The woman's hands found their place on his cheeks. Pulling him closer, catching his hair every now and then, moaning into his mouth, that absorbed every sound that left her. Their tongues danced against each other and their teeth brushed together as Jake slipped his other finger inside her, causing her to tear away from him ,almost screaming at the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.

-You're so good to me. Just a little longer, you'll be fine, baby - he said, marking her neck with bite marks and red hickeys.

Y/n felt Sully's fingers pressing against a special spongy spot that was driving her crazy and making her climaxing so quickly. First, she saw a trickle of fluid leave her body, then it hit her as she came, feeling her body quiver with the pleasure engulfing her.

Man growled approvingly, watching her cum painting his torso as it cascaded down. And when he shifted his gaze to the woman below him, he saw immediately how her irises were glued to his wet abs and how they moved. With a dark smile, he grabbed her around the waist as if she weighed as much as a feather, tucking her in his arms before he sat on the mattress, leaning against the wall behind him, reclining as she sat embarrassed on his massive lap.

-Go on baby girl - he said, tucking her hair behind her ear - I know you want to. Have a good time on me. I want to feel you squirt again.

Y/n obediently began to do his command. Adjusting her labia so that she was pressed against his skin before she began to move her loins back and forth. But soon her legs gave out ,and her movements slowed down.

-I can't - she whimpered, collapsing onto his chest - I can't, Jake.

-Poor baby, already tired when it's just the beginning- he remarked, cupping her wide hips in his large hands - Don't worry, I'll help you, but I can't promise I'll be gentle - he added before her pelvis was set in motion again, yet this time it was the avatar who had the power over her body, steering her as he wished.

All that was left for the woman to do was lean against the na'vi's muscular body, taking in whatever she was getting from him. The moans reaching his ears only drove him crazier. Moving her brutally until another wet spot appeared on his lower abdomen and the thighs that framed his torso tightened around him like ivy.

Y/n slowly lifted her head up, lazily kissing the skin under her fingers, cuddling closer to his body, suddenly craving closeness.

-I want to please you Jake - she said quietly, lifting her head gently - Let me, please - she added, brushing his jaw with her lips.

-Baby girl this is going to hurt - he said, cupping her neck in his hand.

-I don't care - he stated, pressing his breasts against his chest - I want you to fill my little pussy sir.

The man growled under his breath. Grabbing Y/n under her thighs, he stood up, heading to the wall nearby. She felt herself getting even wetter, if that was possible, seeing him holding her with one hand, the other leaning against the unit to tower over her even more.

Her eyes watched as his hand found its place on his huge, thick member, which stood proudly, dripping from the head, just as excited as she was. No conversation was spoken, but still so many words flew between them, especially as the first inches began to disappear into her tight, wet canal that eagerly invited him inside.

Jake watched her expression carefully, ready to stop at any moment, no matter how painful it might be for him. But his little human buried her face in the crook of his neck in response, pressing her thick hips against his.

Y/n felt his manhood kissing her cervix, touching it lightly again and again, taking her breath away in the process as she moaned and screamed, almost like she was having hiccups from the perspective of a man who was leaning comfortably against the cold metal, moving his pelvis ,doing most of the work. But he wouldn't trade it. Having so much control was too tempting, too good, it gave him a primitive feeling as he realized how he was using the body in his arms. So fluffy and firm at the same time, driving him crazy.

The pace wasn't fast or brutal, but the feeling of fullness was so powerful that the young woman came fast, too fast, clenching so hard that Jake's cock couldn't move, staying in one position.

Feeling the warm and wet walls tighten on him, he himself hid his head in the hollow of her neck, biting it, feeling his long-awaited climax approaching as rapidly as hers. And as the white substance flooded her center, Y/n was left with no choice but to take it inside with a welcoming soft moan that broke the avatar's composure. Retracting his hips only to go back inside, pounding in her hard and deep.

She knew Sully had stopped holding back, using her body as his personal sex doll, filling her with cum again and again, so often she lost count. His member no longer hit her cervix and went beyond it, filling her womb so much that with every movement she felt the sticky substance on her bum and how it flowed to the current surface beneath her.

Her eyes closed again and again as her mind battled with tiredness. But she couldn't stop, not yet, stubbornly trying to match the na'vi's stamina above her.

Seeing her body go weaker, the man slowed his movements, kissing her neck and breasts, bringing them both to the last orgasm of the night.

-Good girl, you did well - he praised her, stroking her hot cheek and sweaty forehead where her hair was stuck.

But to him she had never looked more beautiful.

-Please stay with me - she choked out from her sore throat, taking his face in her small hands, connecting their foreheads together.

-Of course - he replied, rubbing against her skin like a cat - You need to be washed, baby girl. I'll take care of you - he added, taking her carefully in his arms, still remaining in her used ,aching pussy.

She had to take his word for it, because as her eyes closed without her permission and her body went limp, she knew she was at the mercy of Jake Sully. And secretly she loved every second of it.

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[midnightsun-if]

There’s no way I can pass up, “i’m gonna remind them you’re mine” for my girl Scarlett please 🙏

You don’t know how you keep getting dragged into these things…

Sure, in the light of day, Aurelian Academy was the picture perfect institute for higher learning and a practical hub for possible connections within the supernatural, and even sometimes human, world, but at night? When the enchanted lights dimmed, when the professors turned in for the night in their wing, and the moon rose above the shimmering lake that made its home on Aurelian’s campus?

That’s when the real fun, as you’ve been told, begins. Parties, secret meetings, illicit affairs, and more all occurred under the cover of night within Aurelian, and you just happened to have been pulled into once such event— a party that Blake hadn’t stopped gushing about since he heard of it: It’s supposed to be the biggest party of the year! How could I possibly miss it? And, since you’re my best friend, I’ll need you by side when I attend. It won’t be as fun without you.

The fact that it’s barely into the second semester didn’t seem to matter to Blake in the slightest.

Seriously, who thought it’d be a good idea for both sirens and succubi to be housed in the same dorm? That’s only a recipe for disaster— added to the fact that the incubi dorm was a relatively short distance away, and you have a whole slew of potentially bad ideas.

Though nothing bad as my idea of actually attending, you gripe, hand tightening around the flimsy plastic solo cup, sloshing an almost luminescent blue drink over the brim. Blake has been lost in the sea of people, I’m not even sure what time it is, and I think I’m going to go deaf if this music doesn’t shift gears soon.

All in all? You weren’t having the best of times. Not that you minded parties, you’ve been to quite a few in your time, but this sort of thing hadn’t ever really been your scene. The air, intermingled with a variety of scents, is almost cloying in your nostrils, the beat of the bass thrumming your ear, and it’s only due to the privacy wards that you haven’t completely keeled over due to the sound. Your only saving grace is the fact that your girlfriend had agreed to come save you after a certain amount of time.

Getting the chance to see Scarlett, even if it’s in a throng of gyrating bodies and a dimly lit room, she’ll definitely be a sight for sore eyes. You just have to hold out long enough for her to arrive. And she’ll hopefully take me back to her room, you muse, taking a sip over the surprisingly sweet concoction in your cup. Which will lead to the actually exciting part of my night.

For now? You’re content with sticking to the sides of the party, the shadows wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, as you waited for your emerald green eyed savior to arrive.

“You’re not having fun are you?” The sudden voice causes you to flinch in surprise. Your attention immediately settling on the form of Isabel, an occupant of this very dorm, who had a charming smile stretched across full lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so miserable at one of these things.”

You shift. “I’m not miserable,” you reply, not wanting to seem rude. “This just isn’t usually something I go to.”

Isabel hums, amber eyes sparkling. “I can see that.” She tilts her head, slowly appraising you in a way that immediately sends alarm bells ringing in your head. “I can say, with quite a bit of certainty, that you haven’t ever been to one of my parties before?”

She’s right.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I’d remember someone as beautiful as you attending,” she purrs, leaning closer, locks of raven black hair falling over her shoulder. “None of my sisters, or myself, have been able to take our eyes off you since you arrived with that incubus.”

Sisters. The realization hits you instantly. You’ve completely forgotten that Isabel was a Siren, a species that always traveled in pods, a group that grew as close as family. Who also happened to make a game out of who could get the most valuable prize by the end of their hunts. How do I keep getting into these situations?

Isabel’s smile only grows. “I must admit I’m surprised none of them have snatched you up yet.” Her hand trails down your arm, before you’re able to jerk it away. Something she doesn’t seem to take offense by. “It’s possible they’re too shy to.” She tilts her head, eyes flashing carnally. “Pity. But it only means more of you for myself.”

“Look I have a—”

“She’s already spoken for, Laurent.” A sharp voice interrupts your rebuttal, accent thicker than usual due to the agitation you detect laced within her tone. “You’ll have to take your games elsewhere.”

Isabel’s entire countenance shifts as your girlfriend finally comes into focus— Scarlett. Your eyes rove over her form, clad simply in a red-laced corset top, paired with a belt and tailored black pants, as well as her signature heels, she looks every part of the unflinching conquerer that roams the halls during the day. Not a single strand of dark auburn hair out of place, emerald eyes narrowed into slits as she takes a protective stance next to you, the only sign of her anger being the slightest clench of her jaw. Something anyone that wasn’t you could, and would, miss.

“Wasn’t aware she was yours, Voltaire.” The siren holds up her hands, clearly not wanting to get into an altercation with your girlfriend. “Maybe you shouldn’t let her wander off alone without you.”

Scarlett’s brow arches, an imperious look etched across her face. “I’d take that into consideration if your opinion mattered in the slightest to me.” She waves her hand, a flippant gesture of dismissal if you’ve ever seen one, and drawls. “Run along now. I do believe your time in our presence has run its course. No need to insist upon a place that doesn’t want nor need you.”

Amber eyes flash dangerously but she wisely keeps her mouth shut, giving you one last look, Isabel turns and disappears back into the throng of bodies, no doubt heading over to her sisters that stood near the open bar.

A gentle touch to your cheek pulls your focus towards Scarlett’s face, a bit more emotion now showcased— if the slightest downturn of her lips, and the darkened state of her gaze, was anything to go by.

“Why did you entertain her for so long, my heart?” It’s asked softly, no accusation in her tone. A question borne purely out of curiosity.

You rub the back of your neck. “I panicked and sort of froze.”

Scarlett’s eyes narrow at that. “Did she do anything to you?” A darkened gaze, that flashes obsidian, turns to look back at the room, in the direction that Isabel had disappear off to. “If she did all you have to do is tell me and I’ll handle it.”

“Honestly, I didn��t realize what was happening until it actually happened.” You shake your head, taking Scarlett’s hand, that had limply fallen back to her side, in a gentle hold. “She caught me when I was thinking of a fairly distracting topic.”

“Oh?” Dark auburn hair falls over Scarlett’s shoulder, reminiscent of Isabel’s earlier action, but somehow more elegant, and your girlfriend’s gaze darkens for an entirely different reason, the obsidian black telling of a completely different hunger. “And what would that be?”

Stepping closer, you wrap around arms loosely around Scarlett’s neck, tugging her closer until her body is flushed with yours. “You.” A satisfied purr rumbles out of Scarlett. Her head titling into the gentle touch of your fingers running through her hair. “Out of pure curiosity what were you going to do?” At her raised brow, you elaborate. “You said you would have handled it. How?”

There’s a beat of silence, wherein only the party surrounding you both intercepts it, but when Scarlett offers you a sultry smirk, you immediately felt the familiar swoop in your gut, heat building between you both. It’s of no surprise when Scarlett leans closer and places a hard kiss to your lips— somehow making it deep, passionate in a way that only she could, without ever introducing her tongue. “What would I do, my hear?” She purrs, tugging at your bottom lip with her teeth. “I’d remind them that you’re mine.”

She dips her head, placing an open-mouth kiss to your neck. Clearly delighting in the way you arch against her at the familiar action.

“I suppose I have a different course of action now.” Scarlett steps back, keeping your hands interlaced as she leads you towards the exit, hips swaying in a rhythmic fashion. “Something that’ll be far more rewarding.”

Your breath catches. “And that is?”

“Reminding you that you’re mine.”

#midnight sun #asks #midsun: snippets #ro: scarlett voltaire #daniellew24 #changed the wording a bit #hope that’s okay ❤️

[little-emerald-snake]

Kinktober Day 13

Spanking - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1.1k words

Sebastian paced angrily across the room, his boots clomping with every heavy step he took across their living room. His wife had promised she wouldn’t engage fighting dark wizards alone anymore, yet on her way home she’d been ambushed and instead of calling for him or making a break for it she stood and took on a whole horde of them.

She’d come home rather banged up, bruises from being levitated off the ground and dropped back down to the earth, cuts from nasty Diffindo slices across her face and arms. He’d been pacing waiting for her to come home and once she did he had to continue to pace back and forth to keep his anger in check. Lest he do something stupid.

He knew she usually had a handle on things and that he most likely didn’t have to worry about her but that didn’t stop his heart from beating wildly at the thought of something bad happening to her every single time.

He suddenly stopped pacing, running his hands over his face and blowing out a frustrated breath. “Look, I know you’ve done this countless times and that usually you’re fine, but it doesn't stop the fear from taking hold of me and causing my worry at losing you. I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you, okay?”

She nodded solemnly, understanding why he was upset and feeling bad for causing him worry. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him carefully, wincing as she bumped her sore body against him. He immediately relaxed into her touch and slid his arms around her waist carefully.

He hugged her close, his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and letting it sooth the anger in him before allowing himself to pull back. “Alright love, go get cleaned up and then I want you to come to bed, I’ll mend your wounds the best I can.”

She nodded and slipped away to their ensuite bathroom to get herself cleaned up. Sebastian stood in the living room for a moment to gather himself and take a few breaths while pinching the bridge of his nose. He’d wanted to yell at her, to lash out and take out his anger on her. But he didn’t. He knew a much better way to convey the feelings he’d held back and as soon as she was healed he intended to show her the full extent of his controlled anger.

Once she had gotten cleaned up, she joined her husband in bed, wearing nothing but a towel around her body. He tugged at it, causing it to fall. He got to work with his wand, a white light shining from its tip as he led it across her marred skin. The cuts and bruises healed up well as he went, leaving nothing but mild scars in their wake if anything at all.

Once he was satisfied with her healing he stood up, nodding toward the bed. She blushed and bent herself over the bed, her bare ass laying perfectly exposed for him in her new position. His hand gently slid up the smooth skin of her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat as he rubbed his calloused palm over the rounded surface of her ass. “Do you know what I want you to do, love?”

She nodded, spreading her legs and looking forward, preparing herself for what she knew was to follow. Before she could brace for what was to happen, his hand had landed harshly across her bare ass, causing a resounding slap to echo off the walls of their bedroom. A small whimper left her lips as she clutched at the duvet below her, arching away from his touch and into the mattress. “One.”

He gave a satisfied smirk, smoothing his hand over the slowly reddening spot where his hand had landed. She sighed in relief as his hand smoothed over her, fingers splaying across her heated skin with gentleness. “What a good girl, you look fucking amazing like this, with my marks on you and not damages to your beautiful little body.”

She whimpered as another smack landed across her other cheek, blood rushing to the spot as he caressed it gently. She blew out a breath, fingers twisting into the duvet, willing her body to relax back into the bed. “Two”

Sebastian smirked from behind her and let his hand travel down her ass, spreading her legs and giving him a perfect view of her wet pussy. He hummed in satisfaction and let his fingers slide gently through her folds. “So fucking wet for me, love. How good you look bent over and wet while I spank your pretty ass.”

She raised to her toes as another slap landed across both cheeks this time and counted the third smack. He chuckled as he watched her clench around nothing. He quickly unfastened his belt and popped open his pants, taking out his erection and spreading her wetness over his engorged tip, slowly sliding in.

He groaned in pleasure, sliding deep inside of her soaking wet entrance. Her pussy gripped him indulgently, walls tightening around his erection as he worked himself deep inside of her till his hips were flush with hers. He landed another smack that she hastily counted as he gripped her hips and thrusted into her tightness with fervor.

She remained on the balls of her feet, cheek pressed against the soft duvet as he greedily pounded into her. He eagerly watched where they were joined, eyes only flicking up to smack the abused cheeks of her ass. She was more moaning then counting but he accepted it nonetheless, feeling her walls tighten around him was utter bliss.

He tossed his head back as she clenched particularly tight around him, the telltale signs of her orgasm washing over her as wetness dripped from her entrance, causing him to slip easily in and out of her rippling pussy.

He grunted, holding himself together and fucking harder into her, slapping her ass twice more for good measure. His dick twitched when she brokenly moaned out her count. He tossed his head back and gripped her hips tightly, the redness of her abused ass sending a thrill through him. “Fuck your wet little cunt is gonna milk me dry, love.”

His filthy words sent another ripple through her and his fingers dug themselves so deep into her hips she knew he would leave crescents in her skin from his short nails biting into her. His orgasm overtook him when she clenched around him again as her second earth shattering orgasm washed over her.

He cursed, looking down at the bright red handprints across her skin. He loved seeing her marked up because of him and he intended to make sure she knew it. “Fuck, love. You know how much I love seeing you like this because of me. Pretty girl.”

To emphasize his point he spanked her again, causing her to rock forward at the stinging pleasure he caused before withdrawing himself from her soaked and well fucked entrance. She looked back at him with mock irritation before she the last spank to her verbal tally.

Kinktober Prompt List

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[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: Two years. You never drive far anymore, you don’t linger outside of your new city limits. Because how can you drive into the desolate life you once had? Then again, Hawkins and its story book tragedies have a way of bringing you back for more. A mangled marriage, an abandoned two story, and a loved one in turmoil, it finally brings you back home.

Parings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, shitloads of angst, mentions of major health trauma (it’s heart related, so be warned before reading, as I don’t want to trigger anyone), that angsty angst, but with a happy ending, & obvious smut/nsfw content that will appear later in the story!

A/N: Sneak peek/teaser into my new series, and the first one I’m publishing for this fandom — That House In Indiana (inspired by Ethel Cain’s ‘A House In Nebraska’. Lyrics below that I obviously don’t own) There will be a happy ending, so don’t worry! I’ve also drawn off myself for the situation with Wayne, based off what happened to my own dad. It’s pretty rough, but Wayne will be okay — I promise! He has a health crisis in this that might trigger some people, so please DON’T read if you know it’ll upset you! And let me know what y’all think if you do read, please and thank you? ❤️💘❤️💘

February 1st, 1990

~*~

Labored breaths and bed sores, sing it to me all day long

When the aching sound of silence used to be our favorite song

You and me against the world, you were my man and I your girl

We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world

Then the day came and you were up and gone

And I still call home that house in Nebraska

Where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor

Where the world was empty, save you and I

Where you came and I laughed, and you left and I cried

Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours

~*~

Shaking hands with chipped polish of a once fresh manicure, now worried down from alternating chewed grinds between chattering teeth and trembling lips, stained with overflowing salt — switch to a tight grip around a faded leather steering wheel, the cracking leather mingling with that of rustling denim. Scattered neon pink chips spray nail beds, making you twitch with the need to placate that urgency in your guts that pummels the muscles, seizing those in your eyes to force you to glance at where the gold band used to sit, used to distract you so perfectly. You were sure that you’d gotten over that. Funny what delusions the mind can bank on to get you through destruction and pain. You sniffle upon a jagged exhale, breath coming out choppy and overused.

Your body feels stuck to the seats, melted into a frozen statue. You really don’t want to be you, to think. Hell, your thoughts border on everything they shouldn’t, all the what-ifs, the blames, past tragedies, and your wishes that if this was the end result — maybe it would’ve been better if you died that night in the Spring of 1986. Long drives that aren’t in line with the simplicity of five minutes, you’d avoided for the last two years. Four hours from your one bedroom townhouse in Illinois to a hotel room in your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana — you’re a prisoner to your psyche.

You’ll see your crumbling dream in the form of white plaster, broken wood planks, and rotten rose bushes, frosted across shattered glass windows — ones you had stewed over for days on what color would look the best for curb appeal, and a large for sale sign in the front yard that was once littered with the cars of friends and loved ones. That very same home, the one you had shaped with your partner, that curly haired, doe eyed boy that you first met when he gave you money to pay for the groceries you couldn’t quite afford when you were fifteen, unbeknownst to you that it was his last five dollars, but he gave it to you because he knew you needed it more. He’d be fine as long as you were. You don’t have to try to embrace every whisper his hands had gifted your skin with. Your walls are gone, body ripped open and bare for the entire town you’d left behind two years ago.

The scenery is starting to fill in, barren trees near bloom. Maybe an early Spring, you can’t be sure? Your tires click against wet asphalt when you turn, splashing water on the chrome body of your car as you head into the embankment of treetops that glow, entwined into an arch that blankets the road in charcoal shadows. You manage to raise your hand to hit your windshield wipers, crystal clearing in a thick smear. Your sclera, however, floods over, lashes sticking to raw under eyes, puffy and exerted. You swallow harshly around a raw and wet throat, foot accelerating the gas pedal. You have to get there.

You haven’t slept since you heard his voice, your ears floating into a familiar peak, a swell of overwhelming longing stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs, trapping your diaphragm beneath whimpers not cried. You knew right away that something wasn’t okay. He called for the first time in years, he was in the place of his uncle, your confusion palpable as you hadn’t expected the youth for the familiarity of your weekly calls with his own family. You could hear his deep voice, raspy and shrouded in painful storms unmatched. Your body was like a dead weight, fingers struggling to hold onto the receiver, tone a mere whisper, one that felt like broken glass being dragged out through your windpipes.

“What’s wrong, Eds?”

“He… I, Y/N—“ Like a plea that was too silent to fully find its vessel, his voice became caked with an ocean of tears, thick like the swamps of isolating despair.

You’d almost resorted to begging, but you had known, even then, Eddie always took his own path to processing grief. Resisting an instinctual soothe towards him was like rejecting the air that earth offered you.

Your fingers prickled in an uncomfortable heat, numb and dulled, tongue heavy and choking you. The same as that night you awaited to hear whatever horror Hawkins had dropped into your lives once more.

“It’s Wayne.” There was an eerie quietness as Eddie had caught up with himself and moved forward enough to inform you. You couldn’t have stopped the gasping cry that left your mouth if you’d taped it shut.

He’d wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and take you into his arms, needing to remember what the heartbeat of another human felt like, more specifically — his human. But you weren’t, you hadn’t been, and he wasn’t calling you to tell you that. You loved his uncle like a father. Having to break this news, to lay a layer of pavement over your spirit and let it dry, driving over it to forget, Eddie guiding your heart into another turmoil — it made him want to attempt to dislocate his own jaw.

“What about Wayne? Please tell me what’s going on?” You lost every piece you’d mangled together, helpless to their violent disappearance.

Eddie had trembled as he sighed, shaky and worn. “He had a heart attack a few hours ago.”

Your organ had begun to lose traction, beating sporadically that you were sure some of your bones had been reduced to ash beneath the forceful erratic rhythm. Leaving behind everything but your shoes, coat, keys, and purse, you were already at your front door, phone cord stretching with you. “I’m coming home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yeah. Kay. I’ll be here.” Eddie sounded lost, that light he’d accumulated in his lifetime, part of it was dimming. He couldn’t lose the one person that had been with him his whole life. You were already gone. This would devour him whole.

You sit up straight in your seat, the action causing your back to crack. You take a few deep breaths, engrossed in the glossy branches in your sky view, thunder roaring in the distance, your vehicle approaching the clearing and ready to hit that final road that will take you home.

~*~

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[midnightdevotion]

Why are you jealous?

Prompt: 17, "whose shirt are you wearing?

Pairing: Bradley "rooster" Bradshaw x reader *callsign sunshine*

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Warnings: jealousy? fluff and some arguing

a/n: Hello! this took longer than expected but I think it turned out good. so worth the wait hopefully,

It had quite possibly been the most excruciating week of your life. All week you had been out of wack, constantly tripping, spilling, and even running into things. To be fair, it wasn't your fault. Or at least that's what you were going to tell yourself even though it 100% is on you and your dumb little brain.

Everyone on the team has noticed your clumsiness spike, and bob, being the very observant person he is, noticed that it only happens when a certain sandy brown-haired pilot is in the room.

At first, he thought maybe it was just because he startled you, and that's why you dropped your helmet on your foot Monday, because yeah rooster did kind of sneak up on you that day. By sneak up, he means that rooster walked up to you and said hey but your back was turned.

But then on Tuesday, he saw you hit your head on the wing of your plane when rooster walked out onto the tarmac. Or later that same day when you were drinking water and dropped your glass when rooster threw his head back laughing. Which you then captured everyone's attention undeniably making you more flustered as you turned promptly to end up ramming your hip into the counter.

This went on the entire week. Your body feels sore and bruised, not from the intense training you were undergoing. You'd gladly take 200 push-ups compared to how your body feels right now.

It's now Friday night, and you're one of the first pilots off base and at the hard deck. Begging penny to just poor you something strong that doesn't taste like jet fuel. She laughs but you can tell there's some worry behind her eyes as she glances down at the cut on your arm. She slides over your glass, "sorry hon, something strong doesn't come without the jet fuel taste."

"it was worth asking" you shrug taking the shot she gave you, making a face when you find out its tequila.

"Alright hon, I'll get you another on the condition you tell me why you are looking like hell" Penny's already pouring the next one, knowing you're gonna confide in her. You let out a deep sigh, taking that shot too before opening up.

"oh pens, I am an absolute mess." you pause, Looking back you know you've had a massive crush on rooster for ages, but you weren't consciously aware of it until you heard phoenix pressuring him to ask some girl out. "every time he walks into the room it's like I forget how to be human." you groan gesturing for another shot.

"Like how did I act normal around him before without realizing the butterflies and the heart palpitations, and how do I suddenly forget how to breathe every time I see him? That's insane, right? I've gone insane. " Penny laughs, and you wish you could be as absolutely smooth and charming as her, she never stumbled on her words with maverick. Always the perfect picture of confident and witty.

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Rooster on the other hand was confused because he thought you two were really good friends, he even thought you maybe liked him back, but this whole week you've been avoiding him like the plague. Every time he walked into a room you high-tailed it out as fast as possible like the room caught fire.

He wanted to ask you out, in fact, he was planning on doing it this week. Today even, because he knew Friday night tradition was the team going to the hard deck, and he wanted to ask you out of the beach when you two inevitably snuck away for your Friday night walks together.

Phoenix has been encouraging him to ask you out for months, and now when he's finally gonna do it you are acting strange? The only logical jump for his mind is to think you don't like him and definitely don't want him to ask you out.

He pulls into the parking lot, groaning as he gets out. Remembering Phoenix's words he rubs his hands on his jeans. "You can do this Bradshaw. You'd rather ask and be rejected than never know what could've been" and with that, he makes his way in.

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It's like your body senses when Bradley walks into the bar, and of course, because you can't seem to get your shit together, you spill what should've been a very yummy cocktail, down the front of your shirt. Now you would've been fine and rocked the stain all night like you basically have been all week, but you wore white. Why did you wear white?? You've been falling apart all week and you chose to wear white? Cursing yourself in your head you move to get up and rush to the bathroom, but on your way there you bump into a very smug hangman.

"Sweetheart, there are easier ways you could've seduced me" he smirks at you. Groaning you try to cover up as much as you can, hating past you for choosing a black bra and white top combo.

"Hangman you and I both know I wouldn't stain a shirt for you" He laughs and shakes his head, because yeah you've been acting weird this week but at least you haven't been weird with him. He'll never admit it but you are definitely his best friend.

"C'mon sweetheart I have a spare shirt in my car." He leads the way out of his jeep, covering you from prying eyes as much as his towering figure can. Sighing in relief when you get to his jeep, he hands you a t-shirt with his old college on it.

"I want this back" he grins at you and you can't stop the scoff coming from your lips. "when have I ever stolen your clothes hangman"

"you haven't, yet sunshine" you laugh at his yet, shoving his shoulder as you make your way, no longer red-stained, back into the hard deck.

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You might no longer have a red stain, but Rooster sure is seeing red. You were walking your way back to the bar to re order the cocktail that ended up being a stain, when you heard rooster.

"Whose shirt are you wearing" You turned to see a very angry-looking rooster. In all the time you've known rooster, sure you've seen him angry but never towards you. Shocked by this you froze, and honestly, you would've froze anyway because he's so gorgeous and he's standing so close, and oh god have his eyes always been this mesmerizing?

"I uh-" you wanted to tell him what happened but your pathetic attempt gets cut off.

"It's mine Bradshaw, Problem?" you groan because there's no way this is going to end well. You watch as Bradley's jaw clutches, fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

"Yeah, there's a problem Seresin. Why the fuck is y/n wearing your shirt." it wasn't a question so much as a demand.

"A gentleman never tells rooster" You knew jake would say something sexual and snarky, of course, he would, it's jake.

"Rooster-" you tried to interject, confused as to what was happening in the first place.

"You fucking asshole! You know I'm like in love with y/n and yet you made a move anyway?" He pushes jake, and you froze, processing his words before he turned to you.

"This why you've been avoiding me?! Didn't wanna own up to not having feelings for me and instead letting me find out your fucking seresin like this? classy." He has never looked so angry before. You feel the sting of his words and before you can will yourself not too, your eyes tear up. Rooster, however, turned back to jake and not wasting a second before scoffing and storming out of the bar.

It took you about five seconds and a nudge from jake to boost into high gear and out you went running after him. It doesn't take long to find him, he's walking towards his car and you go running.

"Rooster stop!" and by some luck he does but he keeps his back to you, and that hurts.

"I-I am not sleeping with jake"

"You dont sound so sure there" There's a harshness to his tone you've never heard directed to you before.

"Bradley, I spilled my drink on my shirt, and jake-" he scoffs at the use of Jakes's name but you continue anyway

"He lent me a shirt because mine went see-through." your voice couldn't have been higher than a whisper, but you know he heard you because he turned his head slightly as if saying continue.

"I... I was avoiding you because every time I see you or hear you laugh I forget how to breathe or speak or really function as a human being." He tenses and turns around, you can see the apprehension in his eyes.

"Did you-- did you mean what you said in there?" you asked, looking towards the bar because if you look at him you might die.

"Every word" his murmured reply comes and it honestly makes your heart stop. You would've seen him coming had you not still been looking anywhere but him. You feel his fingers on your chin, gasping as he turns your head to look at him.

"y/n Sunshine, I've been in love with you since I met you. The reason I convinced you to have your call sign be sunshine is that you are mine. Every time I see you the world is brighter, it could be the rainiest day but if I get to see you and that smile then every single thing is worth it. Can I take you out tomorrow" he rubs your cheek with his thumb, spewing out all the words you could only imagine hearing in a dream.

"Rooster you idiot why didn't you ask me out sooner. Of course, I will go out with you." He's grinning at your answer, picking you up and spinning you around you almost laugh but you don't have time as he places the softest kiss against your lips. Startled you melt against him, because how is he real? He pulls away way to fast and you want to pull him right back in but he's always been a cheeky fucker.

"let me take you to dinner first" he winks at you but not even two seconds later- "gonna need you to take off your shirt though" You laugh loudly

"thought you wanted to take me to dinner first Bradley" you have nothing but love in your eyes as you watch him grin.

"oh baby I do, but there's no way you're staying in Seresins shirt when you can have mine." and your falling even harder for this jealous puppy eyed man.

"Jealous Roos?" you are laughing at the look he shoots you

"Of course, I am darlin, here-" he pulls off his Hawaiian shirt and hands it to you. You take it, expecting him to turn around to let you change, when he stays put with a grin on his face you laugh.

"Bradshaw you perv, turn around" he does so with a laugh as you change shirts.

Heading back into the hard deck after a few more way to quick kisses, you can see his smug face and he goes directly to hangman and hands him back his shirt. You think you hear problem solved fall from his lips but you cant confirm because all you can hear is bob

"It's about god damn time you two figured it out, if I had to watch Sunshine over here hurt herself on one more thing I was outing you too" to say you were shocked was an understatement, especially when everyone groaned in agreement.

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[phoenixstark1708]

the daughter of an archangel

chapter 1

sooo..... this is my backstory in my marvel DR, major trigger warnings, this also crosses over into supernatural later, but i havent even written that yet.

trigger warnings: abuse, torture, blood, death, fucked up timeline, etc.

pairings: later will be sam/dean winchester, and even later will be bucky,

in this, endgame/inf war doesnt happen, i took plenty of creative liberties.

summary: (this is written in first-person) phoenix is a girl who was created by the nazi organization HYDRA, and she meets the winter soldier on a mission, i cant say much more without spoiling future chapters. will try to proofread but no promises.

word count: 2,654/10,649 - that ive written so far.

change of POV's will be indicated

“Get up you stupid pig!” the guard said, in a thick Russian accent, banging the cell door with his truncheon. He shone a flashlight in my eyes, making them burn from the lack of light for the past two days. I stretched out my sore muscles, wincing from the scabbed-over cuts all over my body. After days of no contact with anyone, just me and the cold, dark cell. Somehow being dragged away for training almost feels like a blessing. I stood and allowed him to cuff me. at this point, I know the drill. “so, Angel, how was your weekend?” He asked while holding my shoulder, guiding me out of the cell – the only place I’ve known as home for my whole life – literally. I was born in the damned bullpen. My mother died during birth, I guess having twins really had her beat.

On the way to the hell chamber – sorry, training room - I saw him, I saw Benjamin. For the first time in weeks, I saw my twin. He looked rough. Probably just had a sparring sesh with one of the winter soldiers. he’s always been smaller than me, But there was something different. he seemed especially weak. I haven’t eaten anything in what I assume has been around 4 days. He probably hasn’t either. They were always doing this, trying to weed out the weaker members. Its grim, but I knew he would die soon. It was clear that I was stronger, and if it came down to it, I would kill him without a second thought. After all, that’s how I was trained. I was bred, raised, and trained to be ruthless. And that is the only reason that I am still alive. HYDRA has no room for error.

As I walked into the training room, I saw the winter soldier, long, brunette hair, with a metal arm. The only time ive ever seen him is in cryo-sleep, he looked so peaceful, so harmless. The man standing before me was soemthing different entirely. His eyes were blue as ice, and just as cold. He looked right through me, almost like a drone. “this is her first mission. You will be supervising her.” he hands the man with a metal arm a file containing four pictures of senator james martin, whos been a public neusence for hydra for a while. The winter soldier grabbed me by the arm and dragged me through the door.

It was a quiet drive on the Harley, at the moment, we were just n full assassin gear. My small arms were wrapped around his waist, making him clearly tense up. His metal arm was glinting in the moonlight as we pulled into a nearby parking garage, a birdseye view of the gathering senator martin. “I will stay up here while you go inside. As many casualties as possible. No survivors.” He said gruffly, setting up the rifle. “They won’t let me in. I’m wearing a costume.” I said, my voice gravelly from days of no use. He glanced down at me for the first time, and gazed at me for a moment, before pulling out a T-shirt that had the senators face on it, and a pair of grey sweatpants. “Change into these, keep your weapons concealed until my signal.” I quickly stripped. he turned away, giving me privacy. I was more then used to being watched, so this was surprising. I fixed the too-large clothes, and looked harmless. Instead of looking like an eight-year-old assassin, I looked like a normal kid.

There was something in the winter soldier’s eyes that I didn’t recognise, almost like affection. I walked down the stairs of the parking garage, feeling his eyes on me the whole way. Slowly, I crossed the street, nearly getting hit by a truck that I didn’t know to look for. As I made my way to the entrance of the granite building, I noticed trucks outside, like the kind I saw at my home, - armoured trucks. I, of course thought this was normal. “Careful, there are hostiles in the building. Captain America and the black widow are protecting the target.” His voice came through my earpiece. “I don’t know who they are” I whispered back. “You will. They won’t want to hurt you, use that to your advantage.” And with that, he went radio silent.

As I walked barefoot through the large doors, I spotted a woman in a similar outfit to what I wear, only without the red skull. She spotted me immediately, and I tried to disappear through the crowd. I was unsuccessful. A man in a red, white, and blue uniform grabbed my arm gently, holding a shield in his other hand. “Who are you kid?” He peered down at me “I’m here to see my daddy.” I said, feigning panic. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and ran toward a random man, tugging on his shirt. Shield guy turned away before he could see the man push me away. I stayed by him, trying to convince the people that he was my father. I got a little turned around, when a perverted looking man grabbed my wrist “hey sweetheart. You’re gonna come with me now.” He said, his voice just as weird as him. The man in the jumpsuit put his hand on his shoulder “why dontcha leave the girl alone pal.” He dragged him away.

Just then, his signal came, by shooting the senator in the gut, taking him down. The panic set in immediately. People running around screaming like headless chickens. The man with the metal arm burst through the door, sealing off the only accesable exit. I grabbed the first person I saw, they just happened to be the senators daughter. She couldn’t have been more then seventeen; I snapped her neck. I unfurled my wings and tripped some old man with them. I stabbed him in his corroded artery, a fatal blow. Killing got easier the more I did it.

The fight went on like this for a while, until the red-haired woman pushed me to the ground “stay down kid.” seeing me pinned down, the man i was on the mission with began to make his way over to me. I waved my hand, and the woman went flying, hitting the wall with a thud. Oh yea, something I forgot to mention; I'm not a normal person. In addition to having my DNA spliced with the peregrine falcon, giving me wings, and the ability to fly, I was also experimented on with energy from the soul stone, one of the six infinity stones. Ergo, I had ‘powers’. The winter soldier stared at me, shocked, his brief moment of distraction caused him to get a wooden chair to the head. He shot the dude that hit him.

The man in the flag costume, and the woman ran. Smart. Tactical retreat. I ran to every person I saw, and killed as many as I could. Once we were sure that there were no more targets, the winter soldier grabbed me, and threw me on the motorcycle behind him.

We stopped at a motel that charged by the hour… if that tells you anything. “we will stay here for a while. You need to get clean, I know that the hoses hurt.” he said, a hint of compassion in his voice. Hes right. They used fire hoses to ‘clean up’ whenever any of us got dirty. I walked into the bathroom and stripped. I didn’t close the door, because I assumed I wasn’t allowed to. I didn’t know how to use the shower so I just sort of stared at it, waiting for it to turn on. The man walked in, turned the handle of the shower, and left. I jumped when water started to spurt out of the faucet. I stepped into the water slowly, gauging the temperature before completely immersing myself into it. My muscles involuntarily relaxed at the sensation of the warm water. I began rubbing the dirt off of my limbs when the winter soldier walked in.

He didn’t look at me, but made a damp washcloth and started cleaning his wounds. They were worse then I assumed, and I coudnt help but observe him while washing the rest of the dirt off of my body. I only sustained minor cuts and bruises in the fight, but he had deep lacerations on his face, presumably from the chair. I stepped out of the shower and stood there, a towering three-foot-seven-inches, short for my age. He glanced at me and handed me a towel while dabbing his wounds “whats this for?” I asked “dry yourself. They will notice our absence if were not back soon.” so, I dried myself off, and put on my uniform, running my fingers over the red skull with tentacles, like a squid. I giggled, imaging it wiggling its tentacles.

Bucky

The little girl was looking at her uniform, giggling. For a moment I thought of two young girls in brooklyn. I was a teenager with sisters… what? No, I wasn’t. I am a weapon for hydra. Whats going on? I was steadily bleeding from the prick who hit me with a chair, we needed to get back to base. She suddenly looked up at me, concern evident in her sweet, blue eyes. “are- are you okay? You're bleeding,” she frowned. “Let me help you. I can make people feel better.” I skeptically sat on a bed near where she was standing. She slowly reached over to me; I shied away when her hand got close to my wound, remembering the various punishments I've had over the years. I am a wild animal. I need to be controlled. She looked into my eyes, the child-like glimmer long gone. It's unfair; all children should have that. No. She is not a child; she is a weapon. That’s it- like me. She gently laid her small hand on my head near the cut. All of the sudden her eyes started glowing, a certain gold color I'd never seen before. Her hands began glowing the same, and my head started tingling.

I immediately felt better. I can't explain it, but she somehow lodged herself into my memory, unintentionally. And I knew I would never forget her. She looked at me worried, noting the glazed look in my eyes. “are you alright? I'm sorry if I hurt yo-” I cut her off “My name is Bucky,” I blurted out; I had no idea where that came from. “You need to call me Winter, or ‘the winter soldier’, otherwise they’ll kill us both” she looked at me confused and alarmed “okay… I will” “we need to go back.” so I took her small hand, gently, and led her to the HYDRA-issued motorcycle we came here on. The drive back to base was cold. I could feel it in my bones. I couldn’t help but wish I could help her warm up. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew HYDRA wouldn’t like it. I am a machine. Not a man.

I rode up to the gate “солдат?” soldier? “миссия успешна. приветствую гидру.” mission successful. hail hydra. The gate opened, and we rode into the garage. She was immediately ripped off the back of the bike and dragged away. “you are late. The camera in your suit shows you made a ‘pit stop’. She had an effect on you. You will both be heavily punished for this.” no. I practically jumped off the bike. I grabbed the mans neck and snapped it before being sedated. The last thing I heard before I got knocked out was “well, after we make them watch, we’ll have to wipe him again.” I woke up strapped to a modified autopsy table. Modified so I was reclined enough so that I had a clear view of the girl. And she had a clear view of me. One of the doctors walked in with an array of surgical instruments “doctor- sorry- creator! Thank goodness! I was scared we were taken by the bad people!” the little girls face lit up with relief. The doctor sighed and placed his kit on a surgical tray, the knives clattering against the cold steel. “child, птичий урод.” bird-freak “you have been very bad. And you know what happens to bad children.” he put on surgical gloves, and picked up a Sickle Probe, the device that dentists use. He walked toward her slowly “creator, im sorry! It was a mistake! Please. Im sorry” she cried out. however, she didn’t struggle against the restraints. “it is too late to apologise freak. You will be punished.” “yes sir.” she slumped against the autopsy table, keeping her fear-filled eyes on the doctor. He walked up to her small body, and turned off the magnetic cuff, allowing her arm to fall. The monster grabbed her arm, and stuck the hook of the sickle probe into the inside of her elbow. She began silently crying from the pain, blood slowly dribbling from the wound. He slowly dragged the hook down her arm, toward her wrist, tearing her skin. The blood was flowing heavily now, and he was trying to stifle her cries. After reaching her wrist, he put the probe down and picked up a rusty razorblade.

He moved to her chest, and drug the blade down her sternum, and to her lower stomache. She was crying freely now. “heal yourself.” she did as she was told, her eyes glowing gold, and the wounds shimmering as they healed instantly. He grabbed a klein tool – essentially a broader pliers. He walked to her bare feet, and clamped down on her small toe. He bent it to a sickening angle, causing the bone to snap with a disturbing CRACK. She screamed. He used the wire-clipping part of the klein tool to cut off a patch or skin on her foot. He grabbed a knife, and made slow, deep, and deliberate cuts all over her body. After nearly an hour, he decided hed had enough of that. he only reason she was still alive was because she wasn’t fully human – she couldn’t have been. “heal. Now. Not your foot though. You will deal with that.” she did as she was told. She was exhausted. She collapsed against the table before he shocked her with a set of jumper cables rigged up to a car battery. While watching this, I struggled against the restraints so much, my wrist began to bleed. Every time I screamed for them to let her go, my restraints would get an electrical charge. I was muzzled like a dog. Reminding me that I am no better then one. I am one. She screamed every time he cut her, shocked her, stabbed her, or tore the skin off her flesh. When she screamed, the building would shake. Not figuratively either.

She was clearly more powerful than she could see. She could easily kill him, she could kill everyone in this god forsaken building. HYDRA had control over her mind. But not in the same way as they had mine. They beat her down, made her feel powerless, made her think wrong is right, and right is wrong. I have to get her out of here. The doctor made his way over to me “judging by your reaction, she made an imprint on you. Well, time to forget her!” he said, laughing malevolently. “no! You cant-” I was cut off by a blow to my temple. They dragged me to the Memory Suppressing Machine. A white hot pain ripped through me. I couldn’t remember the mission, but I could remember a girl. A sweet, young girl. I knew I should protect her. As far as they're concerned, I don’t remember a thing. “Желание. Семнадцать. Ржавый. Рассвет. Печь. Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на родину. Один. Товарный вагон” my trigger words.

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[darklordofthesimp]

Oh man, Anything is so wonderfully fucked up, I can’t wait to see where it goes! Poor birdy having to deal with all this shit, and also (slightly less so) poor konig, he also has to live with this whole thing on his conscience forever 😭 this whole thing sucks for both of them.

(Ngl I’d be pretty mad at price, I’m no expert on therapy but I don’t think pitting someone against the person who mutilated and nearly killed them RIGHT after they recover without establishing any kind of communication first is good or healthy?? PTSD central. Also just in general, who starts someone just going into training after being injured with the biggest strongest person available??? Dick move price)

This definitely isn't Price's first rodeo.

Whenever we get fucked up or we struggle with something to the point of anxiety, we get thrown back into it over and over and over until we improve. When we were doing combat training, the smallest girl got thrown at the 6'4 giant and got told to get to work.

She was literally having an anxiety attack and they were like "nope you're gonna keep fucking doing this until you stop crying".

It was wild.

But the concepts the same. Birdy has physically recovered well enough to spar and train and get back out onto the force. Remember, the idea that Königs going to beat the shit out of Birdy is all in her head. She's an unreliable narrator.

That's definitely not what training is, they can't break your bones and put you in hospital intentionally, you might cop a few blows but think about training martial arts. It's the same concept. When you go to Karate or Muay Thai training you don't walk out of there with snapped limbs maybe you're sore or you sprain a body part at worst. Iron is sharpening iron.

This fear of getting annihilated is a direct result of what happened. Birdy isn't actually in an unsafe position physically, just mentally.

And Price knows that. Because Price made damn fucking sure that König knew if he hurt Birdy, he'd fucking put him down like a dog and throw him in an unmarked hole.

It's a mental battle now, Price can't have Birdy on the field having a mental breakdown because she's paranoid about what's happening behind her. Or Missing critical shots because she heard a bird landing on the roof. She needs to feel powerful, overcome what traumatised her and be back stronger than ever.

Definitely not Price's first rodeo.

But Ghost still wants to throw hands because he thinks its stupid.

#the dark lord speaks

[changenbirthenstein]

It's Time

(TF Warning: Girl into Cow)

Time was up.

The beast was coming, whether Mary wanted it to or not.

Her entire body was sore, sweat was beading on her forehead as the kindhearted teenager felt pressure building deep in the bottom of her lungs. Like a cough or a hiccup, something that her whole body cried was dangerous, had to be repressed. The soccer player’s skin was itchy, and what didn’t itch felt… strange.

Finally, Mary dared to look down at her aching, cramping hand, and bit her lip to stay silent. Her fingernails… they were dark near the tips, a heavy, thick black that, as she watched, spread down the rounded growths to the bed. Her fingers kept spasming, pulling closer to each other in harsh, cramping waves even as she tried to hold them apart.

“Ok girls, you did amazing in practice today!” the coach called over the team, only a few shooting worried glances at their friendliest, but undeniably skilled player. “Go ahead and hit the showers, and we’ll meet back here Monday for next practice!” Picking themselves up and chatting amongst themselves, most of the students began to head out, though a few noticed that the Mary didn’t come with. When they asked if she was ok, she managed to force out “I’m f-fine… just sorta w-winded still… go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

And so, Mary was left alone to face her nightmarish destiny.

There was no curse, no hex, no revenge or karma. It was a random quirk of the universe, a young girl who had an animal inside. And one day, it would come out. From the day she was born, she was doomed to face this exact moment at this exact time. No stopping it, no preventing it, no slowing it, not even any predicting it or knowing it would come. As natural for her as puberty is for any girl her age.

Slowly, gingerly, confused and afraid, Mary, the most popular girl in school, stood up in the middle of the soccer field. Her hands began to hurt more as her toes began to cramp in a horribly familiar manner within her cleats. Somehow she knew her toenails were becoming the same heavy dark substance that her fingernails had become. She took deep breaths, swallowing down the deep, strong sound that strained at her chest, threatening to come bursting out. “What’s… h-happening to m-me?” she moaned, sweat soaking into her clothes as chills ran  down her spine.

They didn’t just run. They seemed to gather there, gaining strength, and the teenage girl’s knees trembled as she gasped. “Hurts… this isn’t… r-right… Please, stop…” she pleaded, bending forward slightly and wrapping her arms around herself as the pressure at the base of her spine built, an intense, unbearable energy mounting right at her tailbone. Struggling to stay calm, the doomed girl took deep breaths, her nose tingling unpleasantly. The poor thing didn’t  realize that each inhale was leaving her nostrils a bit wider, nor that the burning beginning to tug at her ears was beginning to make them grow longer, the tips starting to acquire lightly colored fuzz…

The waistband of Mary’s shorts were digging into flesh that was becoming more sensitive by the moment. But as the kindhearted girl bent down slightly to tug her shirt up, see what was wrong, her body capitalized on the motion. To her mounting horror, the athletic teen felt her spine push, growing down and back, pressing out, her soft panties suddenly bulging as she felt something grow. The dark-haired student tried to stand back upright, only to find that the new state of her backbone prevented her from rising fully.

Mary wheezed, barely containing her panic as she felt the changes worsening, gaining ever more of a foothold. The animal was tired of waiting patiently. It was coming out, right now, and there was nothing this silly little girl could do to stop it. This was her fate, and she was utterly unequipped to resist it.

A rumble worked its way up the doomed student’s throat, a deep, vibrating moan escaping her as she struggled to hold… whatever it was struggling to emerge from her in. She HAD to keep it in, if it escaped… she’d be lost completely. “Please… I can’t, this is t-tooo much… it feels so bad, it’s hurting meee… someone… someone help…” her words came out as harsh pants, sweat dripping from the highschooler’s body as she shivered, trying to resist the changes forcing themselves on her body.

Her hands began to cramp harshly, and she looked at them once more. Her nails… they were getting… deeper? The beds had seemed to have begun eating back into her fingers, and down as well, the flesh burning as the increasingly heavy chunks overtook them, crushing bone in stomach-churning cracks and crunches and making nerves flare in in burning agony before suddenly going numb, leaving a terrifying coldness behind. Mary could barely move her fingers, two on each side pressing against each other, but parted in the middle as the tips became solid black. The dull blackness continued its destructive progress, and at the same time the tips of her former fingers began to meld together and shift, lowing their former delicate, dexterous shape and becoming rounded, sharp edges that came to cloven points…

“H… Hooves?” she whispered, tears leaking from her eyes as her quick, efficient, beautiful human hands were slowly, painfully replaced with ugly, clumsy, useless cloven hooves. “No, please, I don’t want hooves! Give them back, give themmmmm…” the sound began to shove up Mary’s throat, and she had to press her lips firmly shut to hold it back, letting the m become a low hum that felt a tiny bit better, but was nothing compared to the low, humiliating, bestial sound that wanted to come bellowing out.

A sharp crack sent the teenager spilling onto her hands and knees, her hips and spine being brutally forced into a new, quadrupedal alignment. The distraught teenager carefully lifted herself on her hands… no… her forelegs, as once more her spine began to push. A low, deep moan of pain emitted from the sweet, gentile girl as her fate carelessly ruined her, the tail that had sprouted earlier continuing to press into her panties, twitching and thickening as the pressure built. It was getting worse, becoming unbearable as the fabric bulged and strained. A broken sob escaped her before, suddenly, a harsh ripping sound reached her now long, pointed, furry ears, followed by a breeze on her butt and privates. And, of course, her new, full sized, tufted, black and white furred tail hanging down.

Along with that revelation, as her ruined shorts and underwear fell to the ground, something soft and heavy sagged down beneath her. Afraid to look, but unable to stop herself, Mary looked underneath herself, and once more let out a sob of disgust and shame. There was a pouch of soft, pink flesh over her pubic mound, growing up toward her belly. As she watched, two tiny nubs appeared side-by-side, which began to grow larger, longer, thicker as the subtle, sensitive skin began to inflate into a hanging pink lump.

“No… nooo please… it’s… not my-!” The powerless highschooler watches as the gentile bulges of her b-cup breasts shift under her shirt, a tugging, vicious soreness in her chest, as the mounds begin to press together and slide down her body. As they pass out of her shirt, Mary can see they’ve already become pink, veiny, soft, the nipples starting to square, elongating. They reach the rest of the sack, and with a searing heat, fuse with it. There’s no denying what it is. It could only be one thing.

An udder.

Mary was turning into a cow. A fat, dumb, ugly bovine, common and simple. Nothing at all like the generous, energetic, clever girl that she had been since she was born. She didn’t want this to happen, wanted to stay a human girl, to grow up and fall in love and have a career and beautiful children.

But that was impossible. Had always been impossible. The crude, stubborn, smelly farm animal that had been trapped within her being was forcing its way out, twisting and warping the terrified schoolgirl to its perfect shape, eher life as a popular human girl coming to a cruel, sudden close, and there was nothing that ever could have stopped it from beginning and ending right here, right now.

“Nooooo… stoooop… I can’t do this, please, let me goooo!” Every low vowel dragged out in a deep, bestial moan as the transforming teenager struggled fruitlessly against the brutal waves of changes washing through her. Fabric strained, bulged, and suddenly split apart as hind hooves gently ripped free from the athletic cleats, the girl’s growing arms and crunching, snapping, twisting hind legs evening out, leaving her on her four legs, trembling in the grass as she wheezed and groaned, struggling to contain the cries of the increasingly triumphant bovine as it forced its way through its victims form.

A prickling heat began to wash over her body, her arms, legs, and back beginning to grow coarse black-and-white spotted fur. She panted, sobbed as it spread across her entire body, even her face being consumed by the coat. Then, the traumatized highschooler shook her head in fervent, desperate denial as a deep, warm tingle began between her legs. “No… not that, not that, That’s my… my… PLEASE DON’T!” It was a small mercy that the normally modest girl couldn’t see what was happening to her feminine slit. The lips, trembling, twitching as heat, arousal, and wetness coursed through her corrupted girlhood. The flesh began to plump, darkening, thickening, becoming touch, rough, rubbery. Mary groaned in shame and humiliation as her need surged, her lightly glistening sex stretching back as the position of her anus shifted as well, straining and moving as the light wetness worsened to a drooling bovine gash with the single, simple purpose of being bread.

The formerly slim athlete began to rapidly gain weight as her hindquarters crunched and stretched into their new animalistic form, her chest barreling out as the heavy, sagging udder jiggled underneath her almost-fully changed body. Her organs twisted and ached, womb losing its ability to take human seed, becoming exclusively for producing other common, dumb farm creatures and squirting them out of her oozing, rubbery cunt.

There was one last thing. “Hoooo…. Hoooooooo the pressure… Hooooahhhhhhh… it hurts, it huuuurts…” Mary felt her face tingling, two painfully sharp points on her forehead, flesh bulging, straining, until bloodied horns punched through. The wounds healed quickly as they kept growing, and the doomed teen’s nostrils flared, bulged, her eyes going impossibly wide as she fought with everything she had… “I’m not… A cow… I’m not a c-cow… I’m not a coooowwwww… I’mmmmmooooooo…. I’mmmooooo… Mooooo!”

Mary didn’t need to talk anymore. Good little cows don’t use people words. Just a bit more, and it would all be over.

The low, rumbling bellows forced their way up from Mary’s lungs and out into the world, loud and humiliating as her tingling face exploded into aching pins and needles, the bone starting to crunch and snap as the shape of her skull changed. Her sweet face was twisted into a blunt, simple cow’s muzzle.

And, just like that… it was done. The heat faded, the wheezing gone. Where once a hopeful, popular, friendly human teenager stood was now just a misplaced barnyard animal. She was mooing desperately, her eyes an unusual color for a creature of her species, seeming surprisingly aware. But the cow had utterly dominated the human, leaving her nothing more than a helpless prisoner in a strange body.

Mary would be missed by everyone she’d met, a mystery that would never be solved. Meanwhile, this bovine nuisance was sold to a farm and used like any other fertile livestock. Once such a becon of hope, Mary the Cow experienced one humiliation after another. Being painfully bred by a bull against her will. Discovering she was pregnant from that shameful violation. Being milked as she bellowed and squirmed, udder sore and swollen. Feeling her first calf sliding down her body and into the world instead of the perfect human child she’d always wanted.

Those activities would make up the rest of Mary’s days. A simple, pathetic, ugly life for a simple, pathetic, ugly animal.

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