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Now, could I sleep last night knowing that Jasz had written my “Sweet Tricks & Wicked Treats” gift?

Fuck no, are you crazy?? I was too tired to write something about it though 😅

So here we are, read n 2 (spoilers below the cut)

First things first: I’m obstinate and stubborn, so I identify one hundred percent with the OC. In fact, I want to know the score between OC and Namjoon. I better be winning 👀 I can accept a tie 😅

His sharp gaze locked with yours, a flicker of concern behind the hardened exterior despite his often declared hatred of you.

I love love love this. Not because I’m a sucker for romance, but because if we are so close in skill, then I respect him for sure! Hopefully, the feeling is mutual.

The fights and descriptions are so vivid; the power of the creatures, the fight, the toll it takes, despite establishing the characters as very good magic wielders. There are stakes 🔥

I must say I saw the deceit coming from the instant they heard the whispers 😅 because otherwise they would have heard about that artifact before, if it’s so powerful. But it doesn’t matter, because of the thrill! The way their relationship grows with every battle, even if no words are shared 🥺

And then, before you could think and he could second-guess himself, he was kissing you.

It caught me absolutely by surprise in the best way 🥺

"It's not what you think," Namjoon said, his voice steady despite the tension in his shoulders. "We were just... caught up in the moment."

I might have ground my teeth because who cares what they think 👀 But I guess the OC is the one with the diplomatic skills 😁

Ohhhh now I get the vision 👀 It sets things up so nicely, I totally missed the meaning during my first read!

Best part? It's only part 1 of 3 😋🤭😁

Bound By Magic | Chapter One

🪄Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

🪄AU/Genre: E2L, Magical AU, smut

🪄WC: 11,698

🪄Warnings: smut, minor character death

A/N: This is for @lo1k-diamonds as a part of @bangtanwritershq Sweet Tricks and Wicked Treats exchange.

Thank you to my betas: @colormepurplex2, @moonleeai, and @pars-ley

Summary:

In a world of magic, a centuries-old rivalry exists between two powerful witches. Their mutual animosity is intense, fueled by their constant competition and clashing personalities. Despite their hatred, they are inexplicably drawn to each other's power.

When a dark force threatens the magical realm, they are forced to unite against a common enemy. As they work together, a reluctant respect and attraction grows between them. A pivotal moment, where the witch heals the injured warlock, ignites a powerful connection.

Realizing their intertwined destinies, they embrace their love and combined magic to defeat the darkness. Their newfound unity proves that love can conquer even the deepest-rooted hatred, forging a powerful bond that will shape the future of the magical world.

Chapter One

You stood across the staged area of the arena from your longstanding adversary. You and Namjoon have been at each other’s throats for as long as you can remember. The two of you had been in a constant competition of one-upmanship that others may have considered friendly, but in reality, it was anything but.

The two of you were raised to view the opposite faction as the enemy due to superiority complexes, a mindset that hasn’t budged much for either of you despite those stereotypes being broken down decades ago. Witches’ magickal abilities were rooted in elements and nature, contradicting warlocks' more arcane-based magick.

Eventually, witches and warlocks slowly began collaborating and breaking down the barriers that formerly held strong. This collaboration proved that great things could happen when the two factions worked together instead of against each other. However, you and Namjoon were stubborn and locked in a continuous battle of wills. Every year, you were allowed to best the other at the annual magickal competition, The Spellbound Tournament.

You were fully prepared to show Namjoon who the better spellcaster was when a deafening blast tore through the air, searing heat and blinding light engulfing you. Instinctively, you lifted a shimmering shield against the shock wave that slammed into your body. Chaos erupted around you - panicked screams mingling with the crackle of flames and crumbling stones. As the ringing in your ears subsided, you blinked away the spots dancing before your eyes. The magickal stadium lay in ruins, ancient seats reduced to rubble. Acrid smoke stung your nostrils. Your heart raced wildly, pounding fiercely against your ribcage as if trying to break free, each beat echoing like a war drum in the silence of the moment.

Scanning the destruction, you spotted Namjoon staggering to his feet, robes tattered and face smudged with soot. His sharp gaze locked with yours, a flicker of concern behind the hardened exterior despite his often declared hatred of you. You nodded curtly, conveying a silent check - I'm alive, if not unscathed.

Haneul's voice, a sage wizard that everyone listens to without hesitation, cut through the din, commanding attention. "Quickly! Over here!" They stood atop a jutting stone slab, silver hair whipping around their face.

You and Namjoon picked your way over the rubble and debris, joined by other dazed survivors of the blast. Haneul's eyes, usually placid pools of wisdom, now churned urgently. Aching and battered, most gather in front of Hanuel as others take care of the ones who are gravely injured… or worse.

"This was no mere explosion," they declared gravely. "Wooshik has made his move. Even now, his dark forces mobilize to seize control."

A chill shivered down your spine at the mention of that name - the warlock whose ambitions threatened the very fabric of your world. You exchanged a tense glance with Namjoon, animosity temporarily forgotten in the face of this revelation.

"We...we have to stop him," you managed, voice rough from inhaled smoke. "Whatever it takes."

Haneul nodded solemnly. "Indeed. And it will require the two of you working together." They pierced you and Namjoon with a knowing glare, a glint in their eyes as if seeing a future only they could perceive. "Only your combined strengths can thwart Wooshik's scheme."

Namjoon's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. You could practically feel the waves of reluctance rolling off him, mirroring your own hesitation. Years of rivalry, of traded barbs and clashing magicks, hung between you - a chasm not easily bridged.

But Haneul's words rang with an ominous finality. The fate of everything you held dear hinged upon this tentative alliance with your sworn adversary. Failure was not an option.

Slowly, deliberately, you extended a hand to Namjoon. His obsidian eyes delved into yours, searching for any hint of deceit. You met his probing gaze unflinchingly, willing him to see the grim resolve within.

After a moment that stretched for an eternity, his larger palm enveloped yours. His skin, warm and callused against your own, sent a jolt of awareness through you.

"For the covens," he gritted out. "And the realm."

You squeezed his hand, sealing the pact. "For the realm," you echoed.

As you stood amidst the smoking ruins, hands clasped with your erstwhile enemy, a sense of destiny settled upon your shoulders. The path ahead promised peril and unknown challenges.

But one truth crystallized in your mind, sharp and unassailable - you would face them together or not at all.

A piercing shriek cracked through the air, shattering the newly formed yet fragile peace. Your head snapped up, instincts screaming of imminent danger. Beside you, Namjoon tensed, his hand falling from yours to the hilt of his blade.

From the depths of the swirling clouds of dust and debris, a ghastly creature emerged, its form writhing and shifting like a shadow in the dim light. Its eerie silhouette loomed larger as it stepped forward, eyes glinting with a malevolent glow. Gnarled limbs reached out, each movement echoing the horrors of forgotten nightmares. Its scales shimmered like polished obsidian, capturing and refracting the light in jagged glimmers. Each thunderous step echoed ominously, as razor-sharp talons drove deep into the earth, leaving behind jagged furrows that spoke of its immense power. Those menacing eyes, glowing with a sinister intelligence, locked onto you and Namjoon, radiating an unsettling awareness that sent chills coursing down your spine.

One of Wooshik's twisted creations unleashed to test your newfound alliance.

"Flank it from both sides!" Namjoon barked, his voice ringing with authority.

You moved to obey, along with everyone else, muscle memory overriding the strangeness of taking orders from him. As you circled the beast, your magick hummed beneath your skin, yearning for release.

The creature lunged, a blur of shadow and fury. You lunged aside, feeling the whisper of its claws mere inches from your face. Namjoon retaliated with a blast of arcane energy, but the beast shrugged it off, its hide impervious to single attacks.

"We need to strike together!" you yelled, understanding eventually dawning. "Combine our magick!"

Namjoon's eyes met yours, a split-second of perfect understanding passing between you. You began to weave an intricate spell, your power intertwining with his: fire and ice, light and shadow, two opposites melding into a devastating whole.

The beast charged again, its roar shaking the very ground you stood on. You held your position. Namjoon moved behind you, a solid presence at your back, his arms bracketing yours. At the last possible moment, you released your spell, a searing bolt of energy that struck the creature head-on.

It stumbled, howling in pain and rage. Namjoon pressed, using the advantage, his blade flashing in a deadly arc. The creature's blood sprayed across the shattered earth, black and viscous.

But it wasn't enough. The beast rallied, its wounds knitting together with unnatural speed. It lashed out with its tail, catching Namjoon across the chest and sending him flying.

With a wordless shout, you unleashed the full might of your magick, pouring every ounce of your strength into a final, desperate assault. The air crackled with power, your veins burning with its force.

The creature staggered, its defenses crumbling beneath the onslaught. Namjoon, battered but unbroken, surged to his feet, his blade finding the beast's heart in a single, perfect thrust.

As the creature fell, its dying scream echoing across the battlefield, you sagged to your knees, spent. Namjoon limped to your side, his hand finding your shoulder as he stood over you, hunched forward but managing to stay on his feet.

"We did it," he rasped, his voice tinged with something akin to wonder.

You nodded, too exhausted for words. But as you knelt there amidst the carnage and the chaos, you felt the first stirrings of something new, fragile, and profound.

A connection forged in the heat of battle. A partnership tempered by shared peril and sacrifice.

The dust settled around you, the eerie silence broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. Namjoon's hand tightened on your shoulder, his touch a lifeline in the aftermath of the chaos. You met his gaze and saw your own exhaustion and relief mirrored in those fathomless depths.

But there was no time to rest, no moment to savor your victory. The battle was far from over, and Wooshik's forces wouldn’t be far behind. They would need more support if they were ever to defeat Wooshik successfully.

As if summoned by your thoughts, three figures emerged from the shadows, their faces grim with determination. You instantly recognized them - Bae Suzy, Min Yoongi, and Hirai Momo. Momo and Suzy are members of your coven, the Daughters of Gaia, while Yoong is a member of Namjoon’s, The Inkwell Society.

"We came as soon as we heard," Suzy said, her voice low and urgent remorse laced through her voice from not attending the tournament in the first place. "Wooshik's creatures are everywhere, and his power grows by the moment."

Yoongi nodded, his cat-like eyes narrowed. "We have to stop him before it's too late."

Beside you, you watched Namjoon struggle to remain on his feet, but his jaw is set with determination. "Then we will," he said, his voice ringing with conviction as he straightened to his full height. "Together."

Momo stepped forward, her hands already glowing with the telltale shimmer of her healing magick. "Let me help," she murmured, her touch moving over Namjoon, caring for his injuries, before turning her attention to you. She ran her hands over you gently, mending your minor wounds and bruises.

You felt the warmth of her power flowing through you, knitting torn flesh and easing the ache of bruised bones and muscles. But even as your body mended, your mind raced with the enormity of the task before you.

Wooshik was a formidable foe, his mastery of the dark arts unmatched. And yet, as you looked around at the faces of your friends, at the determined set of Namjoon's shoulders, you felt a flicker of hope.

"We can do this," you said, your voice soft but certain. "We have to."

Suzy nodded, her green eyes glinting with resolve. "We'll stand with you," she said, her words a solemn vow. "Until the end."

Yoongi's lips quirked in a wry smile. "Well, let's just hope the end isn't today," he drawled, his dry humor a welcome respite from the tension.

Namjoon's hand found your shoulder again, gripping it firmly in a silent promise. "It won't be," he said, his voice low and fierce. "Not if we have anything to say about it."

And as you stood there, surrounded by your friends and temporary allies' strength and loyalty, you felt a surge of determination. Wooshik may have been powerful, but he had underestimated the true might of your covens.

🪄🪄🪄

You, along with Namjoon and your friends, infiltrated a coven of acolytes known to be loyal to Wooshik and overheard a hushed conversation between two of Wooshik’s most dedicated followers. The witches spoke in hushed tones, their words barely audible over the nearby crackling fire.

“Have you heard the latest from Wooshik?” one of the witches asked. “He’s been searching high and low for that ancient artifact. It is said that it holds the power to reshape reality itself.”

“I’ve heard rumors,” the other replied. “They say it’s hidden deep within the ruins of the Shadow Keep, a place long forgotten by time.”

Hearts pounding with excitement and dread, you knew you had to act quickly. The artifact was the key to stopping Wooshik. From the overheard conversation, you understood that the journey would be full of treacherous terrain, ancient curses, and the watchful eyes of Wooshik’s minions.

Undeterred, you set off on a quest to beat Wooshik to the artifact. The trek was grueling, filled with challenges at every turn. With determination, you all brave numerous treacherous mountain passes, crossed raging rivers and fought off attacks from monstrous creatures lurking in the shadows.

Finally, after days of arduous travel, the ancient ruins appeared before you. The once-grand structures were now crumbling, their spires reaching skyward like skeletal fingers grasping at the churning clouds. The stone walls were now covered in overgrown vines. The legends are undeniable. Seeing it before you, the walls pulsed with the immense power you all knew lay within.

As you drew closer, an unnatural hush fell over your band, a sense of foreboding washed over all of you. The air was heavy with a strange, almost palpable energy, and the ruins seemed to watch you with an eerie silence. A chill ran down your spine as you realized you were not alone. Unseen eyes followed your every move, their presence lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Namjoon moved at your side, his presence comforting in this eerie stillness. Since your battle against Wooshik's beast, a subtle shift had occurred between you - an unspoken understanding, a shared purpose that transcended your rivalry. His gaze met yours, dark eyes reflecting your own unease even as his jaw set with determination.

“We’re almost there,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. “Just a little further.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. The ruins loomed ahead, their ancient stones casting long, menacing shadows. You shivered as you recalled the words of the acolytes who had led you here.

As you drew closer, the air grew even more oppressive. The once-vibrant colors of the forest seemed to fade, replaced by a sickly pallor. A low, guttural growl echoed from the depths of the ruins.

“Something’s wrong,” Namjoon said with his voice low. He tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness ahead. It was a monstrous creature, its body a grotesque amalgamation of human and beast. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its claws dripped with a foul, green substance, yet traces of its origin alluded to its fall from grace.

“A fallen guardian,” Namjoon hissed. “We have to be careful.”

With widened eyes, Momo gulps, “That doesn’t look like any guardian I’ve ever seen.”

Namjoon’s mouth flattened into a grim line. “Unfortunately, this one has been possessed and twisted into this demented creature.”

The creature let out a blood-curdling roar and lunged at your group. Namjoon met it with a flurry of sword strikes, his movements swift and precise. But the creature was incredibly strong, and it knocked Namjoon off his feet.

Before the creature could strike again, you leaped forward, your blade glinting in the moonlight. You managed to deflect the creature’s attack, but the force of the blow sent you reeling backward.

Yoongi, Suzy, and Momo joined the fray. As the creature was about to strike again, Yoongi unleashed a barrage of fireballs, forcing it to retreat. Suzy jumped in with her agility to dodge the creature’s attacks and landed a few blows of her own. Stepping up, Momo released her unique powers - just like she could heal with kind hands, she could use that same magick to find even the most minor injuries and transform them into gaping wounds.

The battle raged on, with the clash of metal on flesh and whizzing blasts of magick echoing through the ruins. You fought with everything you had, fear fueling your determination. Namjoon, Yoongi, Suzy, and Momo also fought valiantly, their combined skills a formidable force against the monstrous creature.

You all fought with a ferocity that surprised even yourselves, the bond between your alliance growing stronger with each passing moment. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you managed to land the critical blow that brought the beast to its knees. With a final agonizing roar, it collapses to the ground, finally dead.

The air was now thick with the stench of blood and sweat, and the ruins were bathed in a haunting silence. Now exhausted but triumphant, you leaned against each other, struggling to remain on your feet. You braced yourselves and prepared for what lay ahead, sure this would not be the last hurdle.

Yoongi’s rasp finally broke the silence, “We did it.”

You all moved deeper into the ruins, hearts pounding anxiously. You knew the artifact was close and were determined to retrieve it before Wooshik could get his hands on it.

The path led you through a series of winding corridors, each one more labyrinthine than the last. The air was thick with dust, the faint smell of decay, and strange, alien symbols carved into the walls.

Finally, you came to a large, circular chamber. In the center of the chamber was a pedestal, upon which rested a glowing orb. The sphere pulsed with an otherworldly energy, and a sense of awe washed over you and your friends as you gazed upon it.

“This must be it,” Suzy breathed, her voice filled with wonder.

Before you could touch it, a sinister chuckle echoed through the chamber. A figure emerged from the shadows, his form shrouded in darkness. Wooshik. His eyes glowed with a malevolent light.

“So, you’ve finally found it,” he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. “But it is too late. The artifact is mine now. Thank you for finding it for me.” You glower at him, the links clicking into place that you were used. A pawn in his game to find what he had sought for years since his corruptness prevented him from knowing where to find it.

Namjoon stepped forward, placing himself between you and the dark warlock, a former member of his coven. No one had seen hide nor hair of him since he disappeared a few years ago after absconding away with The Crimson Grimoire, an ancient tome containing dark magick. "Your schemes end here, Wooshik," he snarled, power crackling around his clenched fists.

Wooshik raised his hand, a wave of dark energy seeping from his palm. The air seemed to vibrate with the force of his malice as several more warlocks stepped out from the shadows behind him.

Namjoon's hand found yours, gripping tightly. You met his gaze and saw the grim determination etched into every line of his face. In that moment, you understood each other perfectly - no matter what came next, you would face it together.

As one, you grabbed your wands, power surging through you like a raging flood. Suzy, Yoongi, and Momo fell into formation beside you, their magicks intertwining with yours until the very stones trembled beneath your feet.

Wooshik's face contorted in a rictus of rage, his eyes twin pits of obsidian madness. "You cannot stop me!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the chamber. "I will tear the power from your broken bodies and ascend to godhood!"

"Never!" Namjoon gritted out. “We will fight you to our last breath!"

Wooshik raised his hands, dark energy coalescing around him. The ground beneath your feet began to crack and splinter, the ancient ruins groaning as if in agony.

Namjoon's eyes met yours, a wealth of understanding passing between you in that split second. You knew what needed to be done, the sacrifice that victory would demand.

“Fine. Go ahead and cosign your death certificates. I am destined for godhood, for glory eternal.”

You prepared to defend yourselves but weren’t ready for the immense power emanating from Wooshik. Before you could strike first, a wave of energy threw everyone to the ground, adding to the injuries on your already battered and bruised bodies.

Just as Wooshik was about to seize the artifact, a blinding light filled the chamber. Looking up, eyes squinting and hand thrown up to lessen the intense light, a figure stood before them, clad in shimmering robes and radiating an aura of pure power. It was the ancient guardian of the artifact, awakened from its slumber by Wooshik’s intrusion.

The guardian raised his hand, and a beam of pure energy shot forth from his palm, striking Wooshik with a devastating force and sending him flying backward.

With a groan, Wooshik achingly moved to sit up. “This…is impossible,” he gasped, his once commanding voice reduced to a wheezing rattle. “I am destined for godhood, for glory eternal…”

Namjoon shook his head, grim satisfaction in his eyes as he watched his foe crumble before the guardian here to defend the obscure artifact. “Your only destiny is oblivion, Wooshik. You’ve sown nothing but suffering and ruin. Now, you’ll reap the consequences.”

Wooshik’s eyes bulged, his handsome face contorting into a mask of pure hatred. With a final, desperate howl, he lunged to his feet and rushed at your group, hands outstretched like claws seeking to rend and tear.

But his strength was spent, his power broken. Yoongi’s blade flashed in a silver arc, biting deep into the dark warlock’s chest. Wooshik staggered back, a look of almost comical surprise on his face as he glanced down at the blooming crimson stain.

Before Yoongi could strike the killing blow, the remainder of Wooshik’s men grabbed the injured foe and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The guardian turned to the remaining witches and warlocks, his eyes filled with a serene light. He gestured towards the artifact, and a gentle, unseen force lifted it into the air. The orb hovered above the guardian for a moment, then descended into his outstretched palm.

“Take it,” the guardian encouraged, his voice echoing through the chamber. “It is yours to protect.”

With wide, blinking eyes, you took the mysterious artifact from the guardian’s hand. A wave of power surged through you, filling you with a newfound strength and determination.

The guardian faded away as you stepped away from the dais. You turned back to the group, your eyes meeting theirs. A silent understanding passed between you. All of you knew that this fight was far from over.

🪄🪄🪄

Hours later, you all settled around a campfire, nursing your wounds.

Namjoon looked at you as you both stood off to the side near where your tents were set up—something unreadable flickering in the depths of his dark eyes. “Well, at least we managed to injure him gravely. That should buy us time to recoup and end him for good,” he rasped, his voice hoarse from shouting.

You nodded, your heart heavy with a mixture of relief and dread. The battle had been exhausting both physically and emotionally. You were unsure if you had the strength to face Wooshik again, especially not after almost losing today.

His large hands cupped your shoulders, gently running his palms down your arms. “You’ve been quiet.”

You looked up, sadness echoing in your eyes. “I’ve been thinking about what happened. About how close we came to losing.”

“I’m scared, too,” Namjoon admitted. “Scared that we won’t be able to stop Wooshik. Scared that we’ll all die.”

You reached up, pulling his hand from your shoulder and cupping it in yours. “We won’t die,” you reassured, your voice firm. We’re too strong, too determined.”

A small smile spread his plump lips. “You’re right. We are.” A flicker of hope returned to his eyes.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Namjoon leaned down, his forehead coming to rest against yours. His breath ghosted across your lips, and a gasp caught in your throat, a sudden swell of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. The walls you had so carefully constructed, the barriers you had erected to keep him at a distance, crumbled in the face of his raw honesty.

"Namjoon, I..." Your words trailed off, lost in the depths of his gaze.

And then, before you could think and he could second-guess himself, he was kissing you. His soft and insistent lips pressed against yours with a desperate urgency, a need that mirrored the ache in your own heart. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you surrendered to the sensation, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss was electric, a spark that ignited a fire within you. Years of tension, of unspoken longing, poured into that single, searing moment. You could taste the salt of his sweat, the coppery tang of blood, but beneath it all, there was something else: something sweet and intoxicating, a promise of what could be.

"Ahem." A pointed cough shattered the spell, and you jerked apart, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing.

Suzy, Yoongi, and Momo sat a few feet away, their expressions a mix of surprise, amusement, and concern. Suzy's eyebrows were raised, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Yoongi's face was carefully neutral, but you could see the calculations whirring behind his eyes. And Momo... Momo looked torn. Her gaze darted between you and Namjoon with a flicker of worry in her eyes.

"Well, that was... unexpected," Suzy drawled, her voice laced with barely contained laughter.

You felt heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "I... we..."

"It's not what you think," Namjoon said, his voice steady despite the tension in his shoulders. "We were just... caught up in the moment."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed, his gaze probing. "And what, exactly, is this moment going to mean for our mission? For our team?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. You swallowed hard, your mind racing. What did this mean? For you, for Namjoon, for the battle that lay ahead?

"It means," you said slowly, choosing your words carefully, "that we're stronger together. That we'll face whatever comes, side by side."

Namjoon nodded in silent affirmation.

The peace you all had found as you rested, recouping from the long day, for the night was short-lived. A sudden, searing pain lanced through your skull, driving you to your knees. Distantly, you heard Namjoon cry out and felt his hands on your shoulders as he, too, crumpled under the onslaught.

Images flashed behind your eyelids, vivid and disjointed. A towering citadel, wreathed in shadow. Wooshik, his face contorted in a rictus of mad triumph. And a figure, cloaked and hooded, standing at the dark warlock's side.

As abruptly as it had come, the vision receded, leaving you gasping and disoriented. Namjoon's face swam into focus above you, his eyes wide with concern and a reflection of the same haunted knowledge.

"What… what was that?" Suzy demanded, her voice shaking slightly as she helped Momo to her feet.

"A warning," you managed, your tongue thick and clumsy in your mouth. "Wooshik… he's not alone. He has an ally, someone powerful."

Namjoon nodded grimly, his hand finding yours and gripping tight. "I saw it too. A dark citadel and a figure in the shadows..."

Yoongi's brow furrowed. "Another warlock? Or something worse?"

You shook your head, frustration welling in your chest. "I don't know. But whatever it is, we're running out of time. We need to get back to the others and warn them."

Chapter Two

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i-draws-dinosaurs · 3 years ago

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David Armsby’s ‘Old Buck’: A Review

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So by now most of you are probably aware of the short film Old Buck by David Armsby (AKA Dead Sound) that came out today and has singlehanded become one of the best pieces of dinosaur media I have ever seen in my life. I haven’t really done a review-format-type-thing before but this really make me want to give it a shot. So, in advance, my short review is that this film is absolutely incredible, and you should all go and watch it a million times over like I have. Now, to say that in a much more long-winded way!

I’ve been a fan of Dead Sound for years, ever since I was introduced to his first dinosaur short Sharp Teeth, which is the precursor to this series in a lot of ways. I’m also a huge fan of his Autodale series, set in a dark retrofuturistic dystopian world, that slowly uncovers the mechanisms behind why the world is the way it is and who is secretly pulling the strings.

Old Buck tonally and visually feels like a direct successor to Sharp Teeth, exploring similar themes and being presented in a similar way, but as great as Sharp Teeth is I feel like Old Buck is in every way more mature and superior to its predecessor.

Visually the film is absolutely spectacular. I’m always a complete sucker for a limited colour palette and the blues and greys and pinks that Armsby has chosen are stunning. Trans Rights Styracosaurus is beautiful and I love it. His modelling and texturing of the animals has gotten more and more detailed over the years he’s been making films, but they still retain a lovely simplicity and stylisation that works fantastically with the unshaded flat coloured style.

The dinosaurs are, simply put, absolutely top notch. These are unreservedly the best dinosaurs I have ever seen on film. The protagonist Old Buck is absolutely overflowing with character without ever being overly anthropomorphised, with the broken horn, plant-matted horns and scars making him feel old and weathered and worn but still full of strength and steel.

I genuinely tried to come up with enough nitpicks to fill a paragraph in this review and I do not have enough! That is just how well Armsby has done his research, and while there’s a couple things I personally might have done differently that is 100% an art style thing, and has nothing to do with accuracy or scientific validity. Just,,, wow these dinosaurs are so good.

There’s also some wonderful variation between members of the same species in the Styracosaurus, with different arrangements and forms of horn and different colour patterns, which must have been so much extra work to put in but it’s so worth it. It makes them feel like a group of individual and varied animals.

The way that the dinosaurs are treated within the frame of the story is fantastic too, and it’s one of my favourite things about Armsby’s work in general. He often includes running themes of nature being neither benevolent nor malevolent, that there are no heroes or villains in nature, simply animals trying to survive. The Old Buck is our protagonist, but he is not the Hero. The rival male is the antagonist who opposes the Old Buck, but he is not the Villain, nor are the Daspletosaurus that watch from the sidelines.

Another thing I absolutely love is the decision to not have any narration. Sharp Teeth had a poem as narration, and while that poem is great I think removing any narration for Old Buck was absolutely the right choice to make. It lets the visual storytelling stand on its own, and that visual storytelling is lovely. I particularly like the part where the rival male uses the same move on his first opponent and on the Old Buck, but when he attempts to use it a third time Old Buck has learned from it and changes his strategy, turning the tide of the fight. That’s the kind of thing that could have been made blatantly obvious with narration, but the visuals are strong enough that they do not need it and the film is absolutely better for that!

Speaking of visuals, I’m just gonna end this review off with some of the absolutely stunning cinematography and composition in this short because if me gushing about it for 700 words hasn’t convinced you to watch it then you should at least see how insanely pretty this film is. This was all made by one person by the way.

So yeah, this is an absolutely stunning and beautiful outing for David Armsby’s Dinosauria series. Everything about it is such a breath of fresh air that dinosaur media desperately needs, and I am beyond hyped for the next instalment!

#old buck #old buck film #dinosaurs #dinosauria #dead sound #david armsby #paleoart #palaeoart #palaeontology #paleontology #review #styracosaurus #prehistoric #palaeoblr

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reclusiverisottonero · 3 years ago

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May i request some Headcanons beauty and the beast au with Risotto?

But reader is actually pretty chill to be kidnapped since they were suppose to marry some asshole a la Gaston, but dosent have a cool dad like Belle, so they are fine to be in a fancy castel. Maybe even too much fine.

"haha how tall are you??"

"...2 meters? 2 meters and 30 with the horns?"

"With the horns, haha, you are soooo funny...wanna fuck?"

Sorry but im a sucker for awkard big monster and their freak monsterfucker s/o

God i love the trope where character A kidnaps character B and then finds out that B is just totally fine with it and throwing A for a loop because they didn't see it coming. Its just so fucking funny to me. Oh and monster fucking is great too! Okay but for real, I love this prompt.

I uh, don't think I made Risotto as awkward as you were looking for here, though I hope you still like this! I've actually never written anything like this before so any feedback would be great! 😃

HCs with Monster!Risotto/gn!Reader, Beauty and the Beast AU...Sort of?

Kinks/Warnings: "kidnapping", Risotto's failed attempts at being intimidating or scary in any way, oral sex & face sitting, monster fucking, size kink, knotting, cream pie, belly bulge.

✂️ You had gone out to the woods with the flimsy excuse of foraging for mushrooms and other herbs so you could be as far away from the man who was just not taking the hint you didn’t want anything to do with him. The number of times you turned down his marriage proposals has to at least be somewhere in the double digits by now. So busy thinking of ways to avoid this man you don’t notice the shadow of something lurking behind you until its massive form is nearly on top of you, and by then it’s too late. Your escape attempts don’t get you very far, tripping over a tangle of raised tree roots you land face first into unconsciousness.

✂️ You wake up in a bed with throbbing pain across the side of your face. That’s not as important to you as the hulking beast looming over your bedside. Your gaze begins at the sight of abs chiseled by the gods, blanketed with a dusting of silver-white fur that's thicker along the flanks of the torso. Held up by thighs that look ready to burst the trousers they’re covered up with at the seams from how thick they are. Hairy arms rest at the sides, ending with black claw-tipped fingers on giant hands. A thrill shoots through your gut as you tilt your head back to look further up at the bare chest, the dusky brown nipples almost mesmerizing. You clench your thighs hard when you tilt back even more to look at the face of the one all this beauty belongs to. Oh god, he has horns too.

✂️ “What were you doing trespassing on my property?” The man-beast asks with a growl, like he’s annoyed to be dealing with you. His unique eyes tell you differently, peer down at you with a curiosity that makes the flares of heat inside you crackle. In your flustered stupor at taking in his appearance you start to giggle, and his lip curls just enough for you to peak at the sharp teeth hiding behind them. There’s no mistaking the leer on your face as you look over his body. His expression falters, and is that a blush you can see? You bite your lip as his deep voice grits out with a bit of bewilderment, “Who are you?”

✂️ An awkward series of introductions and explanations go on from there but Risotto is unmoved by your honest mistake of wandering onto his lands, “There’s been a group of hunters trying to kill me for the better part of a year. I can’t let you leave and risk you telling someone I’m here in this castle.” Risotto's tone holds an authority that leaves no room for argument, “You have two options: Live here the rest of your days, or die.” You grin at those choices, causing Risotto to take a step back. Either one is a death sentence in his eyes and here you are happy about it?! When you tell him you’d like to stay it confuses him even more, “But...why?”

✂️ “Well, if you’d wanted to kill me you could’ve done so to begin with,” You slide out of bed to size yourself up next to his towering form. Risotto has to be a little over two meters from what you can tell, more if you count his horns. It's obvious he’s someone used to having his orders obeyed without question, clearly not accustomed to the type of attention he’s receiving from you, “Something tells me though, that you don’t wanna do that,” He growls low as you get closer but doesn’t make any efforts to stop you from pressing yourself up against his front. “I get the feeling you want company and are just looking for an excuse for it.” You trace your hands along the divots of his hairy abs, through the coarse fur to press your palms against his nipples, “Tell me, Risotto, how long have you been alone in this castle?”

✂️ Risotto doesn’t bother to restrain himself, he lunges for you with a breathy growl of: “Too fucking long.” Next thing you know you're thrown onto the bed on your back, legs wrapped tight around his torso and big mouth covering your own in a sloppy kiss. A clash of tongue and teeth and Risotto lets you adjust the angle of his head with a chuff so your lips slot together better. It tugs at your heart how content Risotto seems to be with just a simple make out session, making you wonder if he’s been without even normal touch for this long as well as intimacy. When Risotto’s kisses start to taper out into soft pecks and licks down your neck, you reach for the trousers housing the massive outline of his cock. The change in scenery as he shows off his strength to lift you and roll you both over is dizzying with how much raw need it sends through your gut.

✂️ You’re arranged to sit on his chest and the sound of your clothes ripping apart brings you back to the present. “I need to prepare you. It’ll hurt if I don’t.” Risotto grunts, straight to the point. He tosses aside the frayed remains of your clothes and you flush under the hungry gaze of his red-black eyes. “Hm, can’t use my fingers, either.” He emphasizes that with the light brush of his claws over the tops of your thighs. There’s a brief silence that Risotto uses to think of how to proceed, before you watch his wide shoulders shrug and he takes you by the hips to let your thighs cage his head in between. “Is this okay?” Your crotch is just inches away from his mouth, the light puffs of his breath on your sex sending shivers through you. When you nod he hums out, “Don’t let me hurt you.” and well, that's the last thing he says for a long, long while.

✂️ Risotto eats you out like he’s starved and you have to hold onto his horns to keep balance. Your grip at the base of them makes him moan against your entrance, his hands on your waist pushing you forward to encourage humping his face with abandon. Risotto opens you up with his long, thick tongue for what feels like an age. Lets you ride him until his face is soaked with release after release. Until your inner walls hug soft and comfortable around the slick intrusion of his tongue. As satisfied as you are right now, you still want more. You turn to find his cock already out of his trousers. Watching the thick vein along the shaft pulsing makes your mouth water. Hard and blurting out a downright obscene amount of precum onto his abs. Risotto grunts when you take him in hand and god, you can’t even get your grip completely around it. You circle the head of his cock with your thumb, causing it to twitch.

✂️ Only after triple checking with you that this is still what you want Risotto lets you shuffle backwards until the tip of his cock brushes against your hole. Risotto quakes underneath you as you start to sink down on his cock, yet still his hands massage along your hips and thighs in an effort to distract from any discomfort. Large knuckles drawing circles against your sex and you think there will be no end to your descent until you suddenly bottom out with a gasp. Risotto hands shootout to take the bedding in a death grip. Sharp claws digging into fabric with an audible rip. The soft, desperate noises Risotto makes as you shift around to get comfortable around his cock would seem adorable if you weren’t feeling the same as he is right now. Both you and Risotto look down to see the faint outline of it along your lower body and the moan Risotto let out at the sight vibrates throughout your body hard enough to make you see stars.

✂️ Your efforts to ride his cock are admirable, but Risotto can tell you’re struggling. With shaky hands he takes you by the waist and begins to move you up and down his length, the size of you worth nothing in the face of his inhuman strength and need. Your moan of relief morphs into a reedy whine as Risotto’s girth slides along all the right spots inside of you to draw out your cries. It’s only a few moments later Risotto shamelessly murmurs out a gravelly, “‘M close,” and tries to pull you off his cock only to stop when you dig your hands into his fur to stay in place, “Nngh, you don’t understand. I don’t, ah! St-Stop squeezing around me like that! I don’t cum like a normal human!” He half shouts, half moans, “If my knot inflates inside of you I could rip you apart!”

✂️ “I think I can handle it,” You’re not so naive to be ignorant of what Risotto speaks of. You read to an obsessive degree, of equal amounts fiction and educational texts. The veterinary illustrations you’ve seen were only intellectual curiosities that now serve in a way you didn’t think would be possible, “Now stop being such a gentleman and take what you want—whoa!” Risotto flips back over to press you into the mangled bedding, folding you in half to do exactly what you’ve instructed. The angle has your eyes rolling back and clenching around him just so that it only takes a few more thrusts until he’s pumping thick ropes of cum inside of you. Risotto doesn’t stop until his knot well and truly ties you both together. It swells faster than you anticipated, but Risotto’s hand returns to your sex to mix the pain with your pleasure to make you a twitching, crying mess as you cum around his cock.

✂️ Risotto grunts and trembles from above, cock twitching hard inside of you. No doubt cumming again from the grip you currently have on him. So much of it that you can feel it leaking out of you from around his knot. Slowly he arranges you on your sides and stuffs pillows around your exhausted body to support you as you sag into his chest. There is a strange noise filling up the space of the room, realizing it’s a purring sound emanating from deep within Risotto’s chest you can’t help but giggle. He chuckles in turn, wrapping a comforting arm around you, “I’m sorry but you’re going to be stuck to me for a while, so try to get some rest. We’ll figure out where to go from here...after.” You hum in response. As the comfort of his purring starts to make you drift off to sleep, you wonder if this castle has a library.

BONUS—

🥓 “Keep searching, there has to be clues about what happened to them!” Prosciutto shouts to the search party he’s accumulated to help find you. He refuses to believe you would so willingly vanish without a trace, cursing himself for not stopping you from going into the forest in the first place. He’s warned you again and again about the monster that skulks this part of the woods. Prosciutto saw that thing with his own eyes, a horned, wild hybrid of man and beast that had to be spawned from the womb of the devil themself. He should’ve cleaved his sword into its skull then and there.

🥓 Pesci calls out to him from not far off, and he races to the clearing where minor shreds of your clothing and specks of your blood stains a gnarl of upturned roots. Prosciutto spits out more curses before commending Pesci on such a great find. The only explanation for this is that the monster got to you before he could, and stole you away to its lair which he’s yet to find. While it’s something to start with, Prosciutto won’t be satisfied until he’s either found your remains, or you’re safe and whole in his arms.

🥓 He will save you. He will save you. Once he’s brought you back to the village and killed the beast that dared lay its hands on you, you’ll finally see that he’s worthy of the title of husband. No one could possibly turn down a proposal from the one that saved their life from such horrid circumstances. His place by your side is all but guaranteed. Making sure that monster won’t hurt anyone ever again will just be a nice bonus. Prosciutto’s already wondering where he’ll display its horn in his den.

BONUS BONUS—

I wanted to talk about some ideas I had with this AU. I’m probably not ever going to write a full blown fic so anyone reading this feel free to take these ideas and roll with them in your own story!

Risotto and Prosciutto’s family had a generations-long feud for reasons that have since been lost to time. Risotto & his cousin were some of the few remaining members of the Nero family left. Risotto’s cousin was like a father/older brother (or mom/sister) to him. His cousin is brutally murdered during negotiations to marry the rival families sons/daughters so as to bring an end to the feuding for good. Risotto goes on a long, bloody, bitter revenge quest. He almost wipes out the entire rival family—many which had nothing to do with or knew of plans for the murder, including children—before Prosciutto’s grandmother (this part of the AU takes place during her generation when she’s a young woman, and she’s a secret witch!) places a curse on Risotto to change him into a beast. With his cousin dead and Risotto forced into seclusion because of the curse the Nero family dies out and falls to ruin.

Instead of loving and being loved like in the Disney film the only way to break the curse is for Risotto to let go of the bitterness, the hate and vengeance in his heart. Not just the hate for Prosciutto’s family but the hate he has for himself and for the things he’s done in the name of revenge. He also has intense depression, survivor's guilt and PTSD from watching his cousin be murdered. For decades Risotto stays in hiding, those negative feelings keeping him numb on the inside. A beast that wants to die but for some reason keeps on moving forward.

Until the Reader shows up of course! 😁

Prosciutto isn’t exactly a Gaston insert in this AU and not an outright misogynist (as the Reader is gn in this story), he is more just someone that feels entitled to the Reader’s love because of either his high standing in the village or noble status. I can’t decide which explanation is better. Either way, he was raised a bit spoiled as one of the handful of children in his generation and very entitled because of it. Prosciutto is completely ignorant to the feud and what happened during his grandmother’s time, she told him that illness almost ended their line.

He thinks Risotto to be some horror story come to life and nothing more. Risotto is equally as ignorant to which family Prosciutto belongs to, only seeing Pros as nuisance to his quiet days of brooding while taking long walks through the forest. Risotto just wants to be emo in peace goddamnit!

Prosciutto’s grandmother is now the matriarch of the family, and holds deep shame over what transpired between them and the Nero’s. She becomes head of her family a few years after cursing Risotto and vows to lead them to be better than their ancestors who started this pointless feuding. Watching how her only grandson acts, she now worries she did not do as good a job as she had hoped.

And that's all I got! If you read this far I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for sticking it out through such a long post! 💖

#risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #risotto nero jojo #risotto nero jjba #prosciutto gets cucked and he doesn’t even know it #does it count as cucking if he never got to fuck reader in the first place? 🤔#idk i wanted to bully someone and it was either him or formaggio and the masses voted for the ham man #ask #anonymous #my writing #i went way overboard with this i am SO sorry to anyone that feels unsatisfied with how i did their requests now

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captains-simp · 3 years ago

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Can your write a longer version of the Romanov (Romanoff) teacher x fem reader and/or with Carol Danvers or Yelena Belova? (I know she is her sister but they aren’t really)

And I’ll buy you two cups of coffee. Or if u do All three characters, (not at once but maybe eventually in another story), I’ll buy u 4 cups 🥰

F-four cups?? Bdosskdskssosjs I'm on it!!

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Warnings: teacher!Natasha X student!reader, teacher!Carol X student!reader, unhealthy power dynamic, dub-con (not really?? Putting it to be safe) age gap (R is 18), smoking, being caned, praise, degrading, strap on sex, oral on strap on, gagging and overstimulation

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

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Your head fell back against the brick wall as you exhaled heavily and let the thick smoke escape your parched mouth. You stared up at the clouds amongst the perfectly blue sky and made out various shapes the clouds displayed, each telling their own story. You smiled when you spotted a laughing dragon.

"Y/n." Came a snappy voice that pulled you from your daydreaming. You recognised the voice instantly and clenched your teeth together as you dropped your joint to the floor and stepped on it.

"Yes, Miss Romanoff?" You rolled your eyes and glared at the teacher approaching you.

"You know smoking is not permitted on these grounds. Neither are the those." The redhead stated as she eyed the the packet in your pocket and held her hand out for it. You begrudgingly handed it over.

"Detention. 7 o'clock. Do not be late." She warned before heading back towards the old building. You continued to glare daggers into her back as you watched her leave, those damn hips swaying with every step.

You would be the first to admit your teacher was hot. With all those curves and a look to kill, yes you were attracted to her. But there was a lot of teachers at the school that were easy on the eyes. The difference with Natasha was she seemed spent on making your life at that school a living hell.

It felt like she was always out to get you, giving you detentions left and right and shouting at you for seemingly nothing. So being attracted to her while she played the role of the your own personal guardian devil wasn't easy. Plus: it was beyond frustrating being horny at a boarding school.

The day dragged by after that. Every time you looked up at the clock on a classroom wall it had barely changed. You just wanted the day to be over with.

Finally, 7 o'clock came and you dragged yourself to Natasha's classroom a few minutes late. You would be lying if you said you hadn't deliberately been late to piss her off. Not to mention you had made it quite the habit with your teacher. You were a sucker for tradition.

"I do hope that one day you'll learn the importance of being punctual." Natasha said from her desk where she didn't look up from marking.

"I guess today just isn't that day." You said as you slouched down in your seat in the back row.

You frowned as you noticed a workbook wasn't placed on your desk already. That was usually all your detentions consisted of, you doing more work. You looked up and saw Natasha watching you darkly. You struggled to hold her gaze for more than a couple seconds.

"On the contrary, y/n. I think today is exactly that day." She said with a small smile you didn't trust at all. You rarely saw her smile. Brief, forced ones towards her colleagues was all you thought she was capable of. But the one she gave you, it was hiding something.

"Come here." She said suddenly and you found yourself getting to your feet rather hastily.

You made your way down the room and stood infront of your teachers desk with some nerves. While you had never strived to piss off any teachers, their threats never seemed to scare you because you knew there was nothing they could really do. It never got any worse than a series of tedious detentions. But you found yourself not wanting to test your teacher that evening.

Natasha stood up from her chair and put the papers to the side before walking around the desk and past you. You didn't look back to see what she was doing but you could hear her open the door to her supply room. There was one in every room in the generously sized school. All stocked with books and alike, but you had never seen the inside of Miss Romanoff's supply room, it was always too dim.

Her heels clicked against the wooden floor as she made her way back to you. You still didn't dare turn around, maybe if you had Natasha wouldn't have pushed your back down with alarming force that had your front pressed against her table in less than a second.

You gave a startled cry in alarm and went to get back up but Natasha's hand stayed firmly between your shoulder blades and forced you to stay flat against the desk.

"Miss!" You called but she didn't respond. Instead, her other hand wandered up the back of your left thigh. Her touch was light as a feather and it brought out an involuntary shudder from you despite the screaming in your head.

Natasha then hiked your skirt up over your hips. You stayed silent at the act. In shock more than anything else. Perhaps part of you wanted to know what she was planning.

What you didn't expect was to feel a sharp sting across your ass and a cracking sound echo across the room. You cried out again and tried to get off the desk but your teacher was too strong.

"What the fuck was that?" You demanded as your ass continued to sting furiously.

"I thought some old school punishment would fit you better, y/n. Nothing else quite seems to suffice." She explained and brought the cane back down on your thinly covered ass. You jerked forwards and gripped on to the edge of the desk firmly as another cry was ripped from your throat.

She hummed in consideration for a moment, most likely pausing for an extra second just to taunt you, before dipping her fingers under the waist band of your panties and pulled them down your legs. You whimpered quietly and pressed your thighs tightly together, not wanting your teacher to see any possible and surprising signs of what her actions were doing to you.

When your panties were at your feet you breathing became more shallow and you awaited the next strike in fear.

"I think ten strikes will suffice." She declared and your eyes widened. "But let's not forget I also have to teach you the importance of punctuality. How many minutes late were you, y/n? Seven?"

"Please." Spilled from your lips. You weren't sure you could handle seventeen strikes from the devil crafted stick in you teacher's hand.

"You can take it, darling. After all," She started as she leant forward to whisper in your ear, "Daddy knows best." You shivered from her words and tried to ignore the way they seemed to travel through your body.

A harsh strike came down suddenly and you cried out pathetically and gripped on to the desk like a lifeline. The cane in harsh, random strikes after that, each one as unpredictable as the last and all of them hurting more.

Tears sprung to your eyes and yet every hit added to your arousal that filled you with shame. You were sure Natasha noticed it because every time you pressed your thighs together she kicked your legs apart again, surely seeing your wetness as she did so.

"That's it, sweetheart, it's done." Natasha cooed as she ran her cold hand over your throbbing ass. "You took it so well." You flinched from the contact but luckily she didn't linger too long on the broken skin, instead letting her hand drop further down.

You couldn't help the breathy whine that escaped your lips. "Perhaps too well." Natasha mused as her slender fingers glided over your glistening folds. You leaned back into her touch and was partly surprised that she let you, consequently slipping the tips of her fingers through your folds.

You whined louder at the teasing contact but Natasha withdrew her hands and instead smacked your pussy hard. You lurched forward and moaned at the impact.

"Come here." Natasha said but didn't give you much chance to respond because she gripped the back of your shirt and hauled you through the room. You stumbled the whole way but didn't dare question your teacher. She pushed you into the storage room, much to your confusion, until you stumbled into what felt like a table and the dim light flickered on.

Your breath caught in your throat as you caught sight of all the packed shelves around the room. There were more sex toys in the surprisingly small room than you could even process with more range than you could ever beging to fantasise about.

You admired as many as you could in the time Natasha stripped herself of her clothing and stepped infront of you to pick out a dildo to attatch to the harness she wore. Her eyes raked over the large collection and landed on one of the biggest with a confident smirk on her face. She grabbed the toy and some lube and stepped behind you again where she attatched the toy and prepared it with the lube before tangling her hand in your hair to hold you against the oak table.

"You like my collection, sweetheart?" Natasha asked as she ran the strap through your folds. You hummed vaguely, too caught up in the thought of her using the toy on you.

"Answer me, slut." Natasha said lowly and thrust the strap in.

You moaned loudly as your teacher pushed more of the inches in and you squirmed beneath her. She gave another harsh thrust and burried the rest of the strap in to your pussy.

"Well?" She asked teasingly as she withdrew the toy only to slam it back forwards harshly.

"Yes!" You cried out as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Yes what?" She tested.

"Yes, daddy!" You moaned in bliss and desperation.

"Fuck, this pussy's so tight." Natasha smirked above you, no doubt knowing the slight buzz of pain you were feeling at the stretch of her toy. You moaned in response as she continued to thrust the toy in at a merciless pace.

You were so lost in the overwhelming pleasure Natasha was giving you you were unaware if anything that wasn't her or the toy. Even the cold surface of the table pressed so harshly against you had slipped from your mind. So it was no surprise you didn't hear the heavy footsteps entering the room.

"Evening, Danvers." Natasha greeted and your eyes snapped open. You tried to look back at who ever Natasha was talking to but she gripped your hair tighter and held your head down against the desk making you whimper.

"You finally did it, huh." Came the voice from behind you that you definitely recognised. "And I thought you were chicken shit." She mused.

You whimpered when you felt a hand snake down to your clit and rub the neglected spot slowly. But it was gone barely a second after it came.

"Wait your fucking turn, Danvers." Natasha spat at the blonde but you whined desperately.

"Please, daddy!" You begged, missing the contact instantly.

"I think the little whore wants me more." Carol chuckled and Natasha snapped her hips particularly hard at her words.

"Oh but she's going to cum all for me now, aren't you, y/n?"

"Please, please!" You begged more as Natasha's pace increased and you moaned more frantically, still trying to get a look at the blonde.

"Fucking cum." She demanded and at that, you lost all control. You clenched around the fake cock and trembled on the table as the brutal waves if your orgasm washed over you again and again.

But to your distraught, Natasha pulled the strap out as you came and effectively ruined the full effects of your high. You whimpered again at the loss but your legs felt too numb to fully do anything about it.

"Don't be so ungrateful." Natasha warned as she slapped your pussy making you jump slightly.

Carol stood infront of you as she started to unbuckle her belt and freed the strap she had been packing underneath.

"You're gonna use that slutty mouth to get my cock ready for your pussy now, Princess." Carol explained as she tapped the head against your cheek. You happily obliged and opened your mouth for the strap that Carol wasted no time in easing in.

She held your head in place where Natasha had let go and pushed the strap against your gag reflex. You coughed around the toy but the blonde shushed you as she kept pushing forward in a thoughtful silence, admiring the tears that sprung to your eyes.

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." Carol muttered as she withdrew the strap slightly only to snap her hips forwards to effectively fuck your mouth. "You want it in your slutty hole now?" She asked with faux sweetness.

"She'll take whatever you give her." Natasha mused. You looked up and saw her in a dark red chair against the wall facing you, her eyes glued to your form.

Carol slipped the strap from your mouth when she deemed you had done a good enough job. It glistened in the dim light and disappeared from sight when your other teacher strolled back behind you.

You locked eyes with your red headed teacher as you felt Carol's presence behind you. Natasha pulled something from the cabinet besides her that you instantly registered as your amateur cigarette and the little tobacco that was still in the bag. She chuckled at the rookie joint you had made yourself but you didn't have much chance to feel any embarrassment or annoyance because the woman behind you gripped onto your hips tightly and pushed the entirety of the toy in in one thrust forward.

You moan was bordering on a scream at the action. Carol set about a merciless pace that rivalled your other teacher's and had you trembling instantly. You gripped on to the edge of the table tightly and babbled incoherently about how good it felt and pathetic pleas not to stop, all of which Carol had no issue aiding. She pounded the strap into you and revelled in your pleasured cries all while you tried desperately to hold eye contact with Natasha.

The red head was looking through her cabinet again until you brought out a box of Humidor cigars that probably cost more than a year at your school. Your cheap tobacco had been thrown to the side as she lit the expensive cigar all while smirking at you and your limited responses to her.

She brought it up to your lips with a knowing smile but you had no energy or ability to make an annoyed comment about how unfair the teacher student hierarchy was because Carol's pace seemed to increase.

"Don't stop!" You managed to cry out to the blonde. You clenched around the strap desperately as your breathing increased and.you could feel your high approaching at a fast rate.

"Cum, slut." The blonde ordered and with that, you fell apart again. You bucked back against the strap as Carol fucked your through your orgasm and kept going. You were becoming sensitive from the intense pleasure you had been feeling and all of a sudden it became too much.

You thought Carol stopped when she pulled out, but she swiftly flipped you on to your front and sunk the strap back in. Your head threw back as you moaned lowly and instinctively wrapped your legs around your teacher's waist to help you handle her deep thrusts.

"I want to see you cum this time." Carol said as she eyed you greedily.

You felt a pair of soft lips meet your exposed neck and turned your head away more to give Natasha's wandering lips further access. Her hands crept up under your shirt and massaged the soft skin contained by your bra. She pinched your nipples as she sucked and lightly nipped at your neck, all while the blonde continued to fuck you into your next orgasm.

You gasped before giving a long moan in relief as your third orgasm washed over your body. You trembled in the women's gripped as they guided you through your high that had you seeing stars.

Your head fell back against the table with a light thud as you tried to steady your breathing.

"Fuck." Carol smirked as she combed her hair back away from her face and grinned down at your body arrogantly. "We're going to have to do that again." She sighed as she pulled the strap out slowly making you whine.

"You want that baby? You want to be our secret slut?" Natasha muttered into your ear and bit down gently. You groaned and nodded your head in response.

"Please." You whispered, your voice going hoarse.

"That's a good girl." Natasha praised as her hand wandered down your body again.

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kiribaku-queen · 3 years ago

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Hiii it's me again!!! Anyway congrats on 1k followers!!🥺💖🤟 and I'm sending a request on your 1000 followers event so I hope you don't mind!!!

So today is Bakuhoe's bday and you mentioned that you enjoy writing angst and I'm feeling a little angsty too so here you go!

Imagine, (aged-up characters) you are also a pro-hero living with Bakugo, you two are married, being a Pro-hero on a mission you got injured, and while they're running their check-ups, curing you and all, they tell you a news that shocked you. And for Bakubabe, his birthday is coming so you wanted to surprise him, because there's a little world living inside you now, yes PREGGY! 3 weeks! Little did you know he is having a hard time on his mission, there's this tough villain they wanted to capture for weeks now together with Hero Deku and other Heroes, so he's pissed that they can't even capture a fucking villain, and that he needs to stay on his agency for this mission, so you go to his agency tell him to come home at April 20, 7pm sharp because you want to celebrate his bday you didn't tell him yet, and he said "Yeah, yeah whatever dumdass." 'Cause you know he's busy and shit, you fell kinda sad but that works too you thought, maybe it's just the hormones, and then that night, on his bday, a villain attack happened the villain they're trying to capture, so he went out totally forgotting about you. Meanwhile you're so happy, you prepared shit and decorate the house, cook some dinner, and present his gift, 7pm, he's still not there but you waited for him, 8 pm still not coming, 9 pm, none, 10pm none, 11 pm, none,feeling the need to cry, you then clean everything you set up, you placed the food on the fridge, but you let some decorations hanging up 'cause you have no energy to clean it, he then showed up still dirty after the villain attack, you saw him while going upstairs, so you went back down you questioned him or something why he's late, then you guys started arguing, yelling, but you can't keep up 'cause you're hurting, blame the hormones, then you walked out, banging the door, he then remember your plans, he went to the kitchen he saw a perefectly wrapped gift you forgot to hide, he opened it then mind blown! He then see a note saying, " Happy Birthday to the most amazing person, to my King explosion murder! -Y/n" he flipped it and a picture of a tiny being faced him.So he then knock on your door–

And that's up to you now hahahha just please write the ending with a happy one😭 I'm a sucker for angsty to happy ending!! Again congrats and I enjoy all you fics!! Thank you for your hard work!

Not So Birthday Surprise

Bakugou x reader

Fluff, Angst, happy ending

Word count: 4.8K

A/N: okay but why did I have this EXACT scenario in my head??!? We are on the same wavelength I swear!

Instead of uploading this for Bakugou’s birthday, I’m uploading it for my birthday! LOL So sorry this was overdue but I’m starting to get back into the groove of writing and have another series coming up for you guys!

“I totally had that villain,” you complained, groping the side of your head as you walked down the hallway with your hubby next to you, equally as beat up.

“Fat chance. If you would have kept your googly eyes off me the entire fight, maybe you could have taken him down. But who was there to save your ass like they always do? Fucking me,” your husband, the number 2 hero: Bakugou Katsuki, argued back.

“Stop being a big boob!” you clenched your teeth, annoyed, not forgetting to side punch his arm. Was he right? Eh, maybe just in the slightest. Could you blame yourself? Look at your husband. That fine man next to you, all beaten and bruised and sweaty and dirty… that man was your man. How could you not peak glances every once in a while, even if it was during a fight. Eye candy doesn’t have a set time.

“The only one with boobs is you,” Katsuki pointed out, poking you right in the boob for everyone to see. Your face flushes immediately, smacking his hand away and covering your breasts from anymore abuse.

“How. Dare.you,” you say slowly, making sure to emphasize each word. Because honestly how dare he. And in a place where so many people could witness that!

“Was I wrong?” he put a defensive hand up.

“That doesn’t give you the right to touch me… right here,” you whisper yelled. Did you really have to scold your husband on such things?

“What? I thought you liked it right there,” your husband decided to tease which resulted in heated cheeks from you. Well, he wasn’t wrong… You two were too busy bickering to realize that you were in front of your respective doors and that it was time to go your separate ways. At least for now. You knew it was protocol to get checked on after every fight, get healed and what not. But it was different when you were fighting with your husband. A sense of worry and concern overtook you, more so for him rather than yourself. What if they found something more serious than a mere flesh wound? You wouldn’t know how to handle the news. You were husband and wife. There’s no need to separate the two of you anymore. But protocol was protocol. Katsuki could sense the immediate pout that was evident on your lips. He smirked to himself and placed his hand on top of your head for reassurance.

“No more pouting. Heal up and I’ll see you a lil bit. Kay?” Katsuki waited for your response. You just nodded but continued to pout. But you were also waiting on him to give you something before you go inside that room. Seeing that he wasn’t getting the hint, you faced him, pouting even more and lifting your head up. Ah, Bakugou got the hint now. With a roll of his eyes, he kissed your forehead, satisfying your needs.

“Happy?” he pretended to sound annoyed but deep down, he enjoys kissing you just as much as you.

“No, one more,” you quickly say and pucker your lips. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in and steal your lips very briefly. You hummed in satisfaction and Katsuki just silently smiles at your joyous face. You can look like such an idiot sometimes with that silly face of yours, but at least you’re his idiot.

Alright, no more stalling. The nurses were already ushering you two to your respective rooms, slightly uncomfortable and intimidated to separating two heroes desperately in love. But eventually, you made it into the medical room, ready for your daily checkup and heal.

“Alright, Miss (y/n), I’m sure you are already aware of the routine. I’ll treat your wounds first and do the regular checkup. Your height, weight, blood pressure, heart rate, all that good stuff. Just to make sure nothing else is wrong and I didn’t miss anything. Sound good?” the nurse described while putting on blue rubber gloves.

“Yes ma’am. Check away,” you say, nonchalantly, leaning back and letting the nurse do her job. She used her healing quirk to close the cuts all around your arms and legs, even wounds that you didn’t even know were there. After all your wounds were mended and you were all healthy, the nurse started the regular checkup exam. Height was the same, weight faltered a little bit, blood pressure is fine, and now it was time to check your heartbeat. The nurse put the stethoscope on your back and put a hand on your shoulder for stability.

“Okay, deep breath in,” you inhaled through your nose.

“Deep breath out,” and you exhaled through your mouth. The nurse frowned and checked made you do it all over again. Then she put the stethoscope and checked your chest. This procedure was taking longer than usual and it started getting you concerned.

“My dear, when was your last period?” the nurse asked, leaning back in her chair.

“Oh, uh…” you hesitated to answer. If you were being honest, you couldn’t quite remember. You’ve gone without it for so long and it didn’t even cross your mind because of how comfortable life was without the constant bleeding.

“Just a rough estimate,” the nurse continued.

“I think roughly about 2 months?” you questioned yourself. You don’t even think that was correct.

“Okay, Miss (y/n). I’m going to have you lay back and lift your shirt so that your stomach is exposed,” the nurse instructed and got this fancy machine ready.

“I hope this isn’t what I think it is,” you joke around yet you were feeling anxious. You lifted your shirt to have your tummy exposed. The nurse put gel that was cold to the touch, on this scanner and examined your uterus. Without a doubt, you could hear another heart beating.

“Congratulations, momma. You’re pregnant,” the nurse exclaimed. But you couldn’t return the feeling.

“I’m what now?” you asked confused.

“It’s not much right now, but you can see the baby’s teeny tiny body right there,” the nursed pointed on the screen. And sure enough, the image of the baby’s barely formed body was in plain sight.

“Thank god we caught it just in time. Any serious damage from that fight could have put your baby in danger. I’m going to order for you to be on desk duty from here on out,” the nurse ordered. That’s when you got up from your position.

“Woah, nurse wait a minute,” you tried to refute but your nurse gave you the hand of silence. She already knows what you were about to say because she’s been through this time and time again.

“I don’t want to hear it. Any more damages from front line fighting is going to put you and your baby in some serious risk. Desk work. It’s relaxing, it’s easy, it’-”

“Boring.” You put her off, clearly not too happy with the outcome of this situation.

“And it’s safe. Plus, I’m sure your husband wouldn’t be too happy if he knew you still wanted to tussle with villains all day with his baby,” she pointed out. She was absolutely right. Katsuki would make sure that you were either at home resting or doing the very minimum at work. There was no way he would want to put his baby in any harm’s way. And if he had to physically keeps his eyes on you to make sure you were doing just that, then so be it.

“Well shit,” you blurted out, taking a moment to let this information sink in. Not only were you not expecting this news, but now you’ve been demoted to doing desk work instead of your actual job, all in under an hour. Were you even ready to be a mother? Was Katsuki ready to be a father? Was he even going to be excited with this news? Speaking of news… how were you even going to tell him?

“Could you do me just one favor?” you asked and the nurse looked at you with a questioning yet caring look. “Don’t tell him yet. I want to do it myself.” You say.

“My lips are sealed,” she promises you, locking her lips up with her fingers and comically throwing it away. The nurse was so nonchalant about the news. Maybe you should be too. Maybe you were overthinking too much.

Every day, you waited for that baby bump. Because you still hadn’t found a way to tell him yet and if he doesn’t notice that bump, then that’s a little longer you could keep your secret. But that window might have finally come to a close when you looked in the mirror this morning. It was subtle but undoubtably there. You had to tell him real soon. And thankfully, his birthday was right around the corner so you guess it was fate that led you to this moment.

You waited for him to come home.

5:00

Okay, it’s still a little early. He likes to work overtime a lot anyway. Not a big deal.

7:00

Dinnertime. He should have told you if he wasn’t going to make it to dinner. You could have eaten without him already.

9:00

Now this was getting ridiculous. He was this late with no text message? No phone call? Really? Does he not respect your time? You could have been doing something else than wait for him all night.

9:01

Alright. You had had enough. You got up from your seat on the couch, harshly grabbed your jacket and bee lined towards the apartment door, headed straight for your husband’s agency.

Pro hero Dynamight slams his fists onto the paper filled desk, documents and everything important flying in the air. Deku and Red Riot could just stand by, arms crossed and heavy eye lids, as they watch their friend throw a fit.

“We were so fucking close!” Bakugou snarled.

“3 months. 3 fucking months we’ve been tracking this guy down and we still haven’t caught him?! He vented.

“Bakugou,” Red Riot tried to calm him down but was shut down real quick by the angry hero.

“And you! What were you doing? You couldn’t hold him off for more than a second!” Katsuki attacked his red headed friend.

“I don’t know what you wanted me to do! I wasn’t expecting five of his men to randomly show up and attack. And where were you?” Kirishima yelled back.

“Trying to cover your fuck up!” he turned to face the other heroes, both glaring at each other, hands ready to fight at any minute.

“Calm down, we just didn’t take this plan into consideration,” Pro hero Deku interrupted, trying to dissolve the situation. But knowing how hot-headed the blonde hero was, it did no use.

“But it should have been! We should have thought about every single possibility. We aren’t rookies anymore! Can’t you guys do anything right?!” Bakugou went on and on, letting out all his frustrations, saying anything to make him feel better because that’s just how he is. He doesn’t mean it. He’s going to regret what he says later on, but he doesn’t think in the heat of the moment. Lucky for everybody else, you had stopped by at the perfect timing.

You gently knocked on the door, poking your small head through. Noticing how tense the air was and how your husband had his back turned on everyone, you were about to make a run for it and come back another day, but they had already seen you.

“(y/n)!” one of the other heroes exclaimed, quickly bringing you inside which gathered the attention of everyone else who hadn’t seen you, including your husband. “Well, looks like its our time to leave. See you tomorrow!” they all gathered their belongings, scurrying away as fast as they could to avoid any more backlash from the heated hero. You saw Red Riot glance at you but walked past you without another word. Shocked by his reaction because this was not the Kirishima that you knew, no matter how angry he was, you looked at Deku for some answers. He put his hand on your shoulder and leaned in so that only you could hear.

“Villain problems. Calm him down, would ya?” he asked of you. Of course you knew catching villains was your husbands number 1 priority at work. And you knew he gets like this all the time. Who wouldn’t? You would be guilty to say that you never acted this way once in a while. You sighed, letting all previous frustrations fan away to comfort your husband.

“Hey sexy hot head,” you tried to joke but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He sat down at his desk, buried his head in his hands and just let out a frustrated sigh. Your features softened, knowing how he was feeling. You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hey,” you said softly. “You okay?”

“No,” he answered, clearly upset but tried not taking his anger out on you.

“Rough day, wasn’t it?”

“I just work with a bunch of idiots!” he exploded but you were here to calm him down, patting his head to soothe him, even if it was just for a little bit.

“They don’t know how to do anything right,” you imitated him as a joke but he thought you were agreeing with him.

“Why couldn’t you have been by my side?” he turned his chair to you, catching you by surprise and plopped right down on his lap. He snuggled into your neck like a cat missing its owner. For someone who was supposed to be fuming, he sure was cuddly all of a sudden.

“I know. I’ll be back to work soon,” you promised. Soon? Eh, more like in 9 months soon.

“I don’t think that doctor knows what she is talking about. Let’s get a second opinion,” he suggested but that caused you to panic. What were you going to say to him now to not give it away?

“I don’t think there’s a need for that. But you know what would make you feel better?” you cooed. He continued to snuggle into your neck, humming in response. “You’ll find out if you come home on time tomorrow, 7pm sharp.”

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he asks, finally coming out of his hiding spot to bump foreheads with you.

“I’m mad at you for making me wait all day today so no, I’m not going to tell you. It’d ruin the surprise anyway,” you say.

“But if you told me then I’d have something to look forward to,” he tried to flirt with you, giving you his bedroom eyes that gets you wrapped around his finger every time. But not this time. You got the courage to look away with a pout on your face for him not taking you seriously.

“No. Tomorrow, 7pm. Don’t come any earlier, either. Please come,” you finally gave him your best doe eyes and he couldn’t say no to that.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, dumbass,” he nonchalantly brushes it off like it wasn’t important. Which actually rubbed you the wrong way and just like a switch, you got annoyed. Thankfully, you noticed the change in emotion and you blamed it on your hormones.

“That’s really how you’re going to respond to me?” you asked, actually upset this time. You wanted to address it, but not have your emotions come through so aggressively. Had your husband not recognize the sudden mood swing, you would have been even more upset. But you trained your husband so well that he noticed the change of tone in your voice. And instead of pushing you and making fun of you for getting all emotional, which he has in the past and it did not end pretty, he responded in a more appropriate matter.

“I will be there,” he promised, his features softening this time. You loved how he got like this; vulnerable with all his walls down. You wished the whole world would see him like that instead of seeing him as this angry antihero. But at the same time, you were grateful that he was only like this towards you.

“Wanna go home now?” you asked. Both of you were so immersed in the moment that you actually forgot that you were still in his office.

“I thought we would spend the night,” he joked, leaning back more in his chair. You tried catching yourself on his chest because he leaned so far back that you felt like you were about to fall.

“Katsuki~!” you whined, nonstop pounding on his chest. His chuckle resonated in his chest but filled the entire room to make it seem not as empty.

“Up we go,” he announced, standing up but not before cradling you in his arms and holding you close to his chest. “To our home.” He says to you sweetly, filling your whole self with warmth and joy.

The day couldn’t have gone more perfectly for you. You decorated the entire place with streamers and balloons, cooked his favorite meal and prepped it nicely on the table, baked and decorated a cake that you were highly satisfied with, nothing could go wrong. Everything was set on the kitchen table, purposely positioned so that the moment he goes through that door, boom! Surprise! He was going to be shocked, you were going to feel ecstatic, you were going to tell him about the baby, and it was just going to be perfect!

Maybe just a few touch ups here. Maybe there. Oh shit. Does everything look okay? Does everything look in place? Suddenly, you started rethinking all your life choices and became anxious. You were starting to worry too much about what he was going to say that you weren’t sure that what you were doing was the best option.

But when you looked at the clock, your husband was going to be here any second. There was no time to think or even execute another plan. You just had to suck it up, put the nerves to the side, and hope for the best.

Katsuki was already packed and ready to head home for the day. Another day, another villain that wasn’t in a jail cell. No amount of hair pulling or banging his head on his desk could relieve him of this stress. But the thought of coming home to you and your secretive surprise was the cure to the remedy. He pulled out his watch.

6:50

Perfect timing. Not too early, he’d make it just in time for your surprise.

Just as he was about to head out, Kirishima is rushing through his office door with the widest grin plastered on his face.

“What is it?” Bakugou asked, annoyed. Couldn’t his red-headed friend wait until the next morning? He just wanted to be home.

“We got him,” Kirishima exclaimed. Bakugou stopped in his tracks and all of a sudden, his eyes were focused and all previous thoughts were thrown out the window.

“Who?” Bakugou questioned. He wanted to make sure that they were talking about the same guy. Was it the guy they’ve been trying to catch for months? All it took was one look from his best friend to know that he was correct and not a second later, he was out the door, gauntlets in hand and a confident smirk that was ready for some ass kicking.