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Did Hermione really have Stockholm Syndrome in The Auction by: LovesBitca8?

I mean it's been a long time since I read it and I never really thought about it because during that time I was High on dramione fics, specially the dark romance kind. But now I guess you can say I've mellowed out? (Still love dark romance tho) The point is I'm reading an actual fic that has a real Stockholm Syndrome tag and I wondered. Did Hermione really have Stockholm Syndrome in The Auction?

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Bulking Season

Aizawa x reader

MDNI! cervix mention, headlock mention, mentions of breeding kink, mentions of overstimulation, dirty talk, cunnilingus, p in v!, slight mention of size difference, normal AU, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (please practice protection), consent is sexy, HEADLOCK 

WC: 2.3k

Aizawa was by no means scrawny. Even prior to dating you knew underneath all those baggy clothes he had a muscular build. You just didn’t know what prompted him one day to just come home and decided to eat more than he usually did. But you didn’t really care, as long as he was eating well. 

He stopped counting track of how much he ate, but rather asked for more portions of your own cooking. He even started to ask for more sweet treats. You couldn’t even deny your husband from your own cooking with the way he begged.

Hearing the door knob clicking open, you knew it was Aizawa coming home from his usual run to the gym. You would never say it out loud, but the way his new body stretched out his clothes tighter ignited something inside of you. Honestly you were even thinking of going to the gym just to see your husband’s biceps flex as he lifted weights. Even before he started this whole bulking thing, he could lift you without breaking a sweat but god the way he could carry the groceries with ease made you bite your lips. 

Feeling large forearms wrap around your waist, he planted a quick kiss to your cheek. “How’s my girl?”

“M’ doing good. How was the gym?” you asked as you tilted your head to return him a kiss to the lips. 

“It was good. There weren't as many people as there usually are, which is good. Means I get to go home earlier to my gorgeous wife,” he said as he started to slightly bite on your shoulder. 

The idea of him throwing you on top of the kitchen countertops and fucking you right there sounded delicious, but you remembered what happened last time you guys fucked without monitoring what was on the stove. 

“As much as I want to get fucked right now, I don’t think we need another incident where all we eat for dinner is incinerated food,” you warned as you opened the lid of the pot.

“Mmm fine,” he says with a pout on his face. Sniffing the air he could smell the food you were making. “Smells good though. What are you making?”

“I’m making chicken curry with some rice. Before you left I wanted to surprise you with some brownies. It’s almost done baking though,” you said as you continued to stir the pot.

Aizawa hums and presses a soft kiss near the pulse of your neck. “I love you so much I hope you know that.”

“I do. I love you more though,” you said, taunting him. You both know that words can sometimes only mean so much but actions are a way for your love language to show through.

“Lets see that in bed,” he said, giving you a light slap to your ass.

“Hey! You’re such an ass, help me set up the table,” you laughed as he went to the cabinets and helped you set up the table for dinner.

You knew he was craving you as you both ate dinner together. The sexual tension was rising between the both of you and you could feel each other’s hunger even though you were only a foot or two apart from each other. Aizawa did get his dessert after dinner as he was in between your legs, slurping your juices in between the crevices of your folds. As his nose nudged against your clit, you squeezed your thighs from the stimulation squishing his face. You swore his hands got bigger and ever since bulking season his hands have gotten stronger, gripping your thighs even harder you swore you could feel bruises forming. Looking down at him eating your cunt out, the large veins decorating his forearm looked bigger, turning you on. 

“Fuck…You’re doing so good,” you moaned out as you gripped his hair encouraging him to continue eating you out.

Aizawa humming against your clit, licking the sensitive nub as he inserted two of his thick fingers deep inside of your cunt. The double stimulation gave you immense pleasure as you could feel the girth of his fingers and the way he gave you open mouthed kisses on your cunt.

“I swear…ever since you started bulking, you’ve gotten so big…” you cried out as Aizawa continued his assault on your poor pussy.

“Mhm…Tell me more sweet girl,” he said, curling his fingers hard into you. 

Your face contorting in pleasure, you manage to muster words out of your mouth, “You fill all of your shirts so tight…It makes me so wet,” you cried out. His fingers continued to thrust harder inside of you as he continued sucking on your clit. 

“Yeah? Bet you like it when I wrap my arms around you huh?” 

“I do…Especially your biceps, they look so good to bite on…” 

Aizawa’s body left you in awe almost every morning with the way you could feel a size difference in his muscles. His biceps have gotten bigger, his back was more broad and filled in and the way his shoulders became thicker. Especially whenever you guys would fuck, you enjoyed the way he would press almost all of his body weight onto your own body as he pounded you. 

The thought of his muscles left you clenching his fingers even tighter. Aizawa could feel you even dripping more wetness out of you than before. “All thanks to your cooking and food baby,” praising you as he continued his relentless attacks using his fingers. 

Aizawa yanked you hard onto his mouth lapping up your pussy as you could feel him obscenely making loud sounds. He was eating you out like a starved man as his fingers fucked into you harder. 

The coil inside of your belly snapped as you came with a cry. Aizawa let you ride out your orgasm as he continued to lick your folds. As sensitivity came over you, you shakily pulled him away from you. 

Aizawa looked up at you, his face covered in a mix of saliva and your own juices. His eyes were hazy almost as if he was pussydrunk on the taste of your cunt and the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. Even though you just came, his gaze still held a certain hunger for more.

Suddenly large hands came up to grab at your waist and adjusted your body to get on your knees and hands. Your face was pushed into the soft plushy pillows as Aizawa positioned himself behind you. 

“Want you to feel this dick deep inside of your pussy tonight,” Aizawa said as he used his fingertips to caress your wet folds. You whimpered as he played with you, feeling already overly sensitive from your orgasm earlier that night. 

“Stop teasing me and fuck me already Aizawa. Unless you want another sex ban,” you retaliated. You were already growing impatient and you could feel how much you were dripping onto his fingers. 

“Shh…Be patient sweetie,” Aizawa cooed. Behind you he was wrapping his hands around his cock getting it hard. He enjoyed taking his time in giving your pussy the utmost attention she can get but at the end of the day he always listens to what you say. 

Aizawa holding his cock gave light taps to your poor needy pussy. As he dragged his cock back and forth you whined in impatience. “Aizawa…”, you warned. You were one hair away from you giving him a sex ban (even though it never worked).

“You keep fucking around I’m going to-” as a moan came out of your mouth instead of finishing your sentence. The thick head of his cock pried your folds apart to squeeze itself inside of your pussy. 

“You were saying?”, Aizawa teased. You turned your head around to face him to reprimand him but seeing the sight of his dick quickly shut your mouth. No matter how many times you guys had sex, the way large veins decorated his dick meeting the girthy mushroom head of his dick left you hungry for more. 

Aizawa thrusted more inches inside of your pussy, stretching out your gummy walls. The stretch burned but it felt so good as he continued to sink his thick dick inside of your warm walls. He grunted in pleasure as he dragged his dick back and forth.

As you got adjusted to the pleasure, Aizawa took it as a sign to quickly bottom out the inside of your pussy. You could feel each carnal vein and inch carving a memory inside of your walls. The reddened tip of his cockhead was sloppily smooching your cervix. 

Aizawa tightly gripped your hips with his large hands as he thrusted into you at a rough pace where you could feel the meaty tip of his cock bumping into your cervix so brutally. You cried out into the soft plushy pillows as you gripped the sheets below you. Your spine curving into a mean arch as he continued to roughly pound into you. 

“Fuckk…,” you moaned out. Suddenly, you felt a meaty bicep wrapped around your throat. His bicep was pressed perfectly against your throat where you could still have some room to breathe but it was limited. You were drooling against his bicep as you could feel your own pussy dripping even more. 

“You keep-hah looking at my biceps whenever I’m at home. I thought you wanted this pretty girl,” Aizawa rasps in your ear as you could feel him impossibly deeper inside of your pussy. 

You nodded mindlessly as you could feel your saliva all over his bicep. You didn’t even realize you were crying from the pleasure until you felt tears streaming down your cheeks onto his bicep. Your brain was turned into mush, the way your airway was being restricted, and how he was putting almost the entirety of his weight to meet the skin of your ass. As he kept pounding into you, the skin of your plump ass cheeks became red and started to burn from where the two of your skin met. 

The room felt sinful. Echoes of moans and grunts could be heard throughout the space. You could hear the smacks of skin meeting one another as your pussy made obscene squelching sounds. 

Aizawa slithered his fingers in between your thighs to meet your sensitive clit. Using his rough fingerpads, he toyed with the sensitive nub bringing you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

You mewled at the overstimulation as you could feel yourself getting closer as the curve of his beefy cock started to brutally ram into your g-spot. You swore you felt his dick in your throat as he continued to bully that spot where it made you see stars. 

“Fuck! Yes-yes-” you choked out loudly. “I’m so close-ngh, Aizawa please! I wanna cum so badly.”

“I know, poor baby. You’re gonna make a mess all over my hah- cock right?” As he slapped your already stinging ass cheeks. You were so cockdrunk you couldn’t even register the smacks on your ass as it just only brought you closer to your orgasm. 

You nodded blissfully. “Please cum inside of me. I want it here,” you pleaded as you pointed to your stomach where his dick was bottoming out inside of you. 

Aizawa’s breath hitched as he realized he wasn’t going to last due to his wife’s request. Something feral broke inside of his mind that you wanted his seed overfilling out of your pussy.  

Where his fingers were still on your clit, he meanly pinched the sensitive pearl and that snapped the tightness inside of your belly. You came with a cry, and you swore you nearly saw heaven’s light. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed your senses as you could feel your legs were about to give up.

Aizawa was not that far behind. He groaned in your ear as he cums inside of you, stuffing you load after load, pouring out white sticky globs of cum into you.

A white ring formed around his cock as you babbled mindlessly. “So much…’s too much”. Your insides were coated with hot and wet seed as Aizawa slowly pulled out with a pop.  

A mix of your juices and his pearly droplets of cum left your abused pussy. His bicep that was previously wrapped around your throat retracted as you faceplanted into the pillows under you. 

“Hey, you okay?” Aizawa asked to check up on you. You nodded in satisfaction. You were too tired to mutter any words as you could feel your eyelids drooping. Aizawa gently lifted you to put you into a more comfortable position on your back. 

“I’ll be back, baby. I’m grabbing a towel,” he whispered with softness in his voice. 

“Okay,” you said as you looked at your husband moving from the bedroom to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. When he returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed gently massaging your legs, then using the towel to wipe the mess in between your legs. You hissed at the sensitivity as he gently cleaned you up. Aizawa quietly finished as he went back to the bathroom to wash the towel. 

As he came into the bedroom, he turned on the lamp near the nightstand. Grabbing the soft blanket, he covered you gently and turned off the bedroom lights. Slipping into the blanket, he wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer to his body. You turned around to face him and snuggled in closer to his chest. Aizawa began to pepper soft kisses into your hair.

“You did good, baby. I love you so much, I hope you know that,” Aizawa praised as he brought his hand up to caress your face. Even though you were almost about to drift into slumber, you heard every word. 

“I love you too,” you muttered as you wrapped your arm around his torso. With a sigh, you both fell asleep as you snuggled, basking in each others’ warmth.  

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[ctrlkenma]

AND I'MMA MAKE HER TAPOUT! ☆

✦ f!reader, post timeskip, kenma is quite the horny fella, suggestive, explicit content.

KOZUME KENMA has insane stamina.

And he doesn't seem like it. Truly, he doesn't. After all, (and not to be stereotypical), but what could you expect of a twenty-two year old who's leisure time was spent playing 'vintage' video games and streaming it for thousands to see?

You definitely didn’t expect that right after those streams ended, he’d have you bent over his gaming desk, just inches away from a small Genshin Impact figurine. You turn around, your cheeks flushing a sweet, saccharine hue of scarlet as he cups your ass from behind, his hands firm and possessive.

The air is thick with tension, sexually charged, rather, as you feel his body heat radiating against you. Every breath you take is heavy with anticipation, and the way he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, sends a shiver down your spine. You can sense his desire, raw and palpable, and it makes your heart race. You’re completely at his mercy, craving every moment as he prepares to take you right there, the thrill of being so exposed only heightening the intensity between you.

No, Kenma is not just another boyfriend of yours you've had sex with. Kenma is an absolute fucking beast - and by the time you're on your third round, covered in his opalescent seed and dripping with perspiration (you're not sure who's it is), that very fact is made abundantly clear to you.

Kenma also isn’t shy about what he wants. He’d rather have you sitting on his face, completely lost in the taste of you. As he laps at your clit, he gets more and more pussy-drunk, his moans vibrating against the slick that covers his fave deliciously. Your muffled compliments only serve to fuel the desire within him, and he’s all in, ready to make you feel every bit of pleasure he can give. It’s raw, intense, and he’s determined to have you begging for more.

You're not exactly sure why he has such superhuman capabilities when it comes to sex. Perhaps, years of pulling all-nighters has finally translated into something good - that being the rather annoying ability to never get tired whilst he pounds his pretty, flushed tip into you, getting the angle just right, hitting you right where you want him.

No, actually. He hits it right where you need him. Because sex with Kenma has translated from something that started off with a few kisses into a ritual you're quite certain you can't live without.

You’d lose yourself in the heat of three rounds—four if the mood struck just right. Kenma would pause, a playful glint in his eyes as he reached for a bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant from his side-table. With a teasing squirt, he coated your stomach, the slick, sweet substance glistening against your skin.

His fingers danced over you, massaging the lubricant in with a tantalizing pressure that sent electric shivers through your body. Each stroke was a delicious tease, trailing dangerously low, igniting a primal hunger within you. The air thickened with the scent of strawberries and coitus, as his touch turned your skin into a playground of pleasure, leaving you breathless and craving more.

The bottle spits its last, the slick gone, but you don’t stop - not until your body’s shaking, breath stuttering, chasing that high like it's the only thing that’s ever truly undone you. You’re soaked in heat, legs weak, stars bursting behind your eyes. And just when you're about to tapout, that voice cuts through - deep, filthy, smug - dragging out the words that ruin you - but make you crave it all over again.

"Just one more round, baby?"

[ctrlkenma]

AND I'MMA MAKE HER TAPOUT! ☆

✦ f!reader, post timeskip, kenma is quite the horny fella, suggestive, explicit content.

KOZUME KENMA has insane stamina.

And he doesn't seem like it. Truly, he doesn't. After all, (and not to be stereotypical), but what could you expect of a twenty-two year old who's leisure time was spent playing 'vintage' video games and streaming it for thousands to see?

You definitely didn’t expect that right after those streams ended, he’d have you bent over his gaming desk, just inches away from a small Genshin Impact figurine. You turn around, your cheeks flushing a sweet, saccharine hue of scarlet as he cups your ass from behind, his hands firm and possessive.

The air is thick with tension, sexually charged, rather, as you feel his body heat radiating against you. Every breath you take is heavy with anticipation, and the way he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, sends a shiver down your spine. You can sense his desire, raw and palpable, and it makes your heart race. You’re completely at his mercy, craving every moment as he prepares to take you right there, the thrill of being so exposed only heightening the intensity between you.

No, Kenma is not just another boyfriend of yours you've had sex with. Kenma is an absolute fucking beast - and by the time you're on your third round, covered in his opalescent seed and dripping with perspiration (you're not sure who's it is), that very fact is made abundantly clear to you.

Kenma also isn’t shy about what he wants. He’d rather have you sitting on his face, completely lost in the taste of you. As he laps at your clit, he gets more and more pussy-drunk, his moans vibrating against the slick that covers his fave deliciously. Your muffled compliments only serve to fuel the desire within him, and he’s all in, ready to make you feel every bit of pleasure he can give. It’s raw, intense, and he’s determined to have you begging for more.

You're not exactly sure why he has such superhuman capabilities when it comes to sex. Perhaps, years of pulling all-nighters has finally translated into something good - that being the rather annoying ability to never get tired whilst he pounds his pretty, flushed tip into you, getting the angle just right, hitting you right where you want him.

No, actually. He hits it right where you need him. Because sex with Kenma has translated from something that started off with a few kisses into a ritual you're quite certain you can't live without.

You’d lose yourself in the heat of three rounds—four if the mood struck just right. Kenma would pause, a playful glint in his eyes as he reached for a bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant from his side-table. With a teasing squirt, he coated your stomach, the slick, sweet substance glistening against your skin.

His fingers danced over you, massaging the lubricant in with a tantalizing pressure that sent electric shivers through your body. Each stroke was a delicious tease, trailing dangerously low, igniting a primal hunger within you. The air thickened with the scent of strawberries and coitus, as his touch turned your skin into a playground of pleasure, leaving you breathless and craving more.

The bottle spits its last, the slick gone, but you don’t stop - not until your body’s shaking, breath stuttering, chasing that high like it's the only thing that’s ever truly undone you. You’re soaked in heat, legs weak, stars bursting behind your eyes. And just when you're about to tapout, that voice cuts through - deep, filthy, smug - dragging out the words that ruin you - but make you crave it all over again.

"Just one more round, baby?"

[qardenofeden]

bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.

bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.

bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”

bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.

bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.

you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.

“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”

the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.

the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.

“i, uhh...”

“what, is she an idol or something?”

oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?

your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?

you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.

kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”

you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”

“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.

but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.

you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!

you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”

on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!

kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”

“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”

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Hermione was laughing.

Laughing.

With Theo Nott.

Draco stood across the ballroom, jaw tight, drink untouched, watching as Nott leaned in a bit too close, said something clearly not that funny, and made Hermione laugh again—head thrown back, eyes sparkling.

“I’ll hex him,” Draco muttered to no one.

Blaise, beside him, raised a brow. “For making your wife laugh?”

“For enjoying it too much.”

“Ah. The capital offense of finding Hermione charming.”

Draco shot him a glare, shoved his glass into Blaise’s hand, and strode across the room like a man on a mission.

“Hermione,” he said silkily, sliding an arm around her waist, tugging her back into his chest. “Darling. I see Nott’s discovered his one joke again.”

Theo grinned. “Jealous, Malfoy?”

“Just reminding my wife who she’s going home with.”

Hermione arched a brow. “Draco—”

“He was hovering,” Draco hissed under his breath.

Hermione turned to face him fully, lips twitching. “So possessive.”

“I am possessive. Have you seen you?”

She kissed him, right there, in the middle of the ballroom.

Nott gave a mock bow and wandered off, muttering something about “dramatic blondes.”

Draco just smirked. “Mine.”

And Hermione? She didn’t mind in the slightest.

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🔊Calling to Dramione fic readers, writers and everyone out there, Help!!🆘

I'm looking for this fic a one shot I think. Hermione tries to hide away from draco after she found a letter inquiring about a job for draco in another country. She basically distance herself (or tries to) from him and he's not happy About it. He confronts her by going to her house and lo and behold Hermione misunderstood the letter feelings are revealed and cue in the love😘. One specific detail I recall from this is draco calls Hermione 'Min' in this fic.

Please help😭😭 I've been going crazy trying to find it😭

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To my Saturday girl

D.M.

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Pathetically In love Draco Malfoy fic recs please 🥺🥺🥺

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I was promised a slowburn so tell me WHYYY is it already burning when I'm just 18% in the story?!?! I don't think one of them is going to die because it's not in the tags but something terrible is Bound to happen right!?! If it's already burning just 18% into the story

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Now that's slow burn

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Looking for dramione Fics, miscommunication trope. Either they believed the other one didn't want them and someone had to force them to admit it or they already are together but have a misunderstanding because they don't communicate.

Please and Thank you!💜