#gripping you by the shoulders do you get it. do you understand. do you

[shotmrmiller]

the tale of how simon got himself a gf without stepping a foot outside of base.

anyone can tell you that alcohol reduces the ability to use logic. to see reason. it lowers inhibitions and blurs the boundary lines you've drawn in the sand.

but indulging in drink tonight is justified. you're in need of reprieve after this shit week: broke up with your boyfriend, deadlines at work appearing out of thin air, a flat tire on your morning commute. you even stepped on the end of your cat's tail.

miserable. (she's okay, just giving you the cold shoulder. you'll buy her some tasty snacks tomorrow.)

but for tonight, you're wallowing in your own misery. some uninteresting show is playing on the television, you're cradled by the cushions of your couch, a fluffy sherpa throw over your socked feet.

if only there was a way to melt this week's accumulated stress away even further.

cue the drunk texting your ex cliché.

anyone can tell you that it's detrimental to moving on. it's akin to reopening a wound that's already begun to heal. a step back when you should only be moving forward. your friends would drag you by your hair for being so dumb.

but there's an incessant throb in between your legs that's only getting stronger with every glass of wine you toss back. you're wound tight, violin strings stretched to the brink. a couple of bow strokes away from snapping.

you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow, along with your hangover.

typing in his (deleted in a fit of heartbroken rage) number with fumbling fingers and send a picture of you with the hem of your sleeping shirt between your teeth, the swell of your bare breasts on full display with a cheeky little missing you <3

he responds in minutes even though it's 2:30am.

send a vid and show me how much you miss me.

it makes your pussy clench around nothing, already slick, drooling, begging to be filled. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you bring up the camera.

when simon first gets the text, he's on edge, gripping his phone hard enough to crack. no one should have this number except for price, johnny and kyle. he's made sure of it-- had laswell pull strings to give him a secure line. no scam likely's, no cold calls, nothing.

but then some silly little bird dials his number by mistake and the sweet cherry on top is that you've sent a nude. breasts on full display-- soft looking, hard peaked. it makes his mouth water, his gums itch. he'd love to sink his teeth into them, into you, hard enough to bruise. mark. claim.

but that's for later, once he finds you.

he texts back and what you send him in response fattens his cock. a small hand tucked beneath the waistband of your flimsy knickers, gusset dampened with warm arousal. you lick your bottom lip, leaving it glossy with spit. your chest heaves with the sharp gasps of breath you're drawing.

but there's a problem. he can barely see what you're doing. he doesn't have x-ray vision, your knickers are in the way. while he can understand the allure, he himself doesn't have the patience for it. either you let him see your bare cunt or don't waste his time.

he wasn't expecting you to agree this fast. maybe a bit of push back, a little snapping of teeth until you relent but no. you're an obedient thing. submissive. just how he likes 'em. (if he wants to break someone in, that's what johnny's for.)

soft, inviting thighs spread wide, a couple of fingers curling inside your glistening cunt. (duly noticing how your 2 fingers are the size of 1 of his.) your moans spill from your lips unreservedly when you roll your pearl in tight, precise little circles. he spits on his hand, heavy length resting in his calloused palm and tugs himself at the pace you've set: jerky, quick, messy.

you come with a whimper, eyes shut and pliant body coiled tight. a frothy, sticky cream coats your fingers, dripping down to your arse, pooling on your couch.

you miss me too? sent 3:27 am

(he decides to keep you. simon can't remember the last time he's had a climax that spine stiffening in a while.)

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley smut

[ja3yun]

who do you think in enha would love to receive a buodoir album of their girl as a birthday gift?

!warning nsfw (mdni)!

i think jay would love it the most. he always adores to see his girl dress up in pretty clothes and he'd like it even more when they're dressed down. you would do it after he bought you a pretty set of lingerie for your birthday, so now for his you're putting your present to good use. you would have a setting that was clean and elegant, white sheets with a sheer robe to start with, posing in all his favourite positions he liked to fuck you in. you wouldn't go bare naked but elude to it because jay likes that the best, when you tease him just enough to make him want you.

when you give him it on his day once everyone has left the dinner party you arranged for him, you'll leave him alone to flick through it while you put on the lingerie and robe once again, waiting until he flicks the last page before sleeking your way into the bedroom, taking the book from his hands and throwing it to the side.

"how is it? your present?"

his eyes trail up your body lustfully, taking in the beautiful sight before him as his hands grip your hips and force you onto his lap. "i love it, baby. i love it so much. you're fucking sweet to me." your nipples stand at his words and he cant help but latch on, biting them through the lace bra and his tongue swirling gently.

he would roll his eyes as you giggle, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sound. you know he loves you but you will never understand how much he craves you, worships you in every way. he will cherish the book and look at it on days you're away or simply because he loves you so much and he is so happy that you trust him to own something like this.

rest under the cut

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heeseung would adore that you thought of doing the shoot specifically for his birthday. he knows that people do this for their partners but considering you're quite shy, he never imagined you would strip down to nothing. sure, maybe a nightie or something sheer but never fully laid bare. you would sit nervously next to him as he looked at it, judging his expressions as he turned the pages and viewed the one of you arching your back, legs long and hair fanned out, he would shut it over abruptly, making you worry. but that worry soon turns into shock as he grips your shoulders and pushes you down onto the bed

"fuck, baby girl, you have no idea how much i need you right now." he would whisper into your mouth as he kissed you, grinding his hardening cock onto your core, "i want to put you in all of those positions...would you let me?"

he sucks on your neck and bites down, causing your back to arch just like the photo. he's smirking as he marks you up, his hands trailing your sides before dipping into your heat.

"i'm gonna make you cum for each photo in that book."

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jake would come with you, asking you to do it for him. he had a particular lingerie set in mind, the one you wore for your anniversary and he hasn't seen you in it since, so what better way to get it some sunlight? his puppy eyes did wonders for convincing you, not that it took much, you'd do anything for him. jake is the kind of man to worship your body no matter size or shape so you have never felt uncomfortable in your body around him.

however, what he didn't realise is that partners don't get to watch the shoot but are sent away while it happens. he pouts, hoping to help you with poses and angles, he even brought a change of lingerie for you to mix it up a little. you're also sad because its his birthday and you wont be spending the entire day with him like you promised, but it just means you'll work extra hard to produce the best pictures for him.

he'll hug you goodbye, nuzzling his nose into your neck, peppering kisses softly, "thank you for doing this, princess."

nodding, you kiss him gently on the lips, stroking his cheek, "i'll even throw in a few surprises."

and those few surprises are naked shots, tits up with your arms losely drapped over your head, your eyes shut. as soon as he saw that picture, he whisked you back home, tying your arms above your head and telling you to keep still as he eats you out, his tounge lapping you up eagerly, that beautiful nose of his nudging your clit each time he burried his face into you. the photoshoot was everything he asked for but having you wriggling under him is even better.

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for sunghoon, i think he wouldn't want anyone to see your body other than him, female photographer or not. so instead of you going to a studio, he set one up in your bedroom, hired lighting and used his own camera to take the pictures. he left the setting up to you, to add the element of surprise you wanted to gift him for his birthday.

"take the robe off for me, babe, face the wall." he would take his job seriously because you really wanted to do this. he had an air of professionalism about him that was akin to jack drawing rose.

you look so beautiful though, that he cant keep his hands to himself, helping you unclasp your bra, reaching around to squeeze your tits playfully, kissing down your neck as he presses his chest to your back. "how about we take some behind the scenes pictures?" he would whisper seductively.

and who are you to deny him? you lay down on your bed, legs spread as he grabs the camera, snapping a few pictures before slippinging his cock from his trousers, knowing that pictures aren't enough, he needs to fuck you so good that the faces you make are the real shots that make the book. he pounds into you though, forgeting the camera and giving you the attention you deserve, even if it is his birthday.

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[cameronspecial]

Rafe x read share the bed for the first time

Bed Companion

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

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Y/N has never shared a bed with a boy before and she isn’t sure she is ready to do it now, but she isn’t going to let Rafe sleep on the floor, not when he paid for the dinner, the hotel room and her car repair. So, the least she can do is let the man she has been on a few dates with share the bed he is paying for with her. This still doesn’t help ease her nerves as she brushes her teeth in the bathroom. She makes sure to go through her nighttime routine slowly to give her time to think and she has never been more glad that she keeps an emergency night bag in her car. After completing what she can of her night routine with what she has in her bag, she changes into her pyjamas and braids her hair. She hesitantly opens the door of the bathroom and stands in the doorway. He looks up from his phone and smiles, “All done?” She nods, stepping further into the room so he can enter. He gets up from the bed and grabs the bag of stuff he bought from the hotel gift shop on his way to the bathroom. 

A sigh passes her lips when she hears the door click behind her. Her feet shuffle against the carpet as she heads toward the other side of the bed. She pulls back the sheets and allows herself to slip under them. The covers cocoon her whilst she turns to her side to scroll through her phone. 

Ten minutes pass and the bathroom door swings open. He notices her back faces him, which helps him see the rigidness of her shoulders. “I can sleep on the floor if you want. It is really no problem. I’ll need to call the front desk for an extra blanket,” he offers, grabbing the other pillow to put it on the floor She quickly turns to him and sits up. Her hand grips the hand with a pillow, “No, don’t. I promise that I’m okay with this. I just need a second to get used to it.” “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Y/N/N,” he argues, trying to take his hand out of her hold. Her head shakes, “I’m not. I’m only worried that I might not be the best at sharing a bed. I’ve never done it before besides with my siblings.” He steps forward and a leg comes up the lean against the bed. “I’m sure you are an amazing bed companion. If you aren’t, then I promise to tell you,” he jokes. She giggles and nods. “Okay, well if you promise, then what are we doing waiting around? I could use a good night's sleep after the day we have had.” 

“Agreed.” He gets into bed beside her and throws his arm across the top of her pillow. She understands his message and snuggles into his side. Her head rests on his chest. She finds the rise and fall of his chest soothes her. “This is nice,” she whispers. He stares down at her, kissing her temple. “Yeah, it is. Good night.” She presses her face harder against him as she closes her eyes, “Good night.” And tonight is the best sleep Y/N has ever gone until the rest of her night is spent like this one.

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[vanteguccir]

Fighting her for a trend | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Chris has the idea of doing the famous TikTok trend "fighting my girlfriend in front of my brothers" with Y/N, just to see Nick and Matt's reaction.

Requested?: Yes, by anon

Warning: Fake fighting, yelling, crying.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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It was a typical sunny Sunday afternoon. The family of four were at home, enjoying the weekend to relax after their recent trip to Boston.

Nick and Matt were in the living room, playing video games on the big television, loud sounds of car and guns accompanied by laughter and swearing echoed through the large room; while Y/N and Chris were in the kitchen, the girl cooking lunch for them while her boyfriend was leaning against the closed refrigerator, enjoying the light cold that the stainless steel surface provided for his body.

His hands were holding his phone, where he was absentmindedly watching videos on TikTok, scrolling mindlessly, his blue eyes occasionally looking up at his girl, watching her with passionate and careful eyes.

Y/N was cutting some vegetables when Chris quickly approached out of nowhere, surprising her by suddenly touching her back, a wide smile already resting on his face.

"Babe, look at this!" The brunette shouted in a whisper, raising his right hand and resting his cell against his own palm so that the screen was facing Y/N, touching his thumb to the softly lit surface.

Y/N put down the pointy knife momentarily, focusing on the video on low volume that showed a couple pretending to fight each other over something silly in the presence of the boy's parents, apparently waiting to see the reaction of the elders. She had already watched some similar videos on her own app, vaguely remembering the new and already very known trend.

Her confused eyes looked up at her boyfriend's face after the video ended and went back to the beginning automatically, seeing him already looking back at her with a euphoric gaze.

"That's cool, baby, but what does it mean?"

Chris explained his plan in detail in a hushed tone, keeping an attentive eye to his brothers, not wanting them to see his actions.

He would go to their room to "get something" and seconds later, he would go back upstairs pretending to be furious, holding a broken mug that he would also pretend that was his favorite. He would accuse Y/N of breaking the dishes and say horrible things to her in front of Nick and Matt, all to see his brothers' reaction.

"Do you think this is a good idea? What if they take it too seriously?" Y/N watched him explain in detail, her teeth capturing her bottom lip in a light grip momentarily, feeling hesitant.

"Relax, it'll be so cool! Nick and Matt will understand when we explain it after. Plus, it'll be funny to see their reaction." Chris explained quickly, pushing his girl's right shoulder with his own before gluing his hands in a praying gesture.

After a few moments of reflection, Y/N agreed, rolling her eyes playfully at his happiness before picking up her knife again and going back to cutting the vegetables, watching from the corner of her eye as Chris opened one of the cabinets above the stove and fished a dull, white mug from the bottom of the triplets' collection.

The boy showed the piece to his girl excitedly, receiving a laugh and shaking of head as a response. He leaned slightly towards her, sealing the top of her head softly before turning around, walking in discreet steps to the stairs that led to their shared room.

It didn't take long for the sound of footsteps to be heard again, this time firmer and faster. The boy quickly went up the last steps, already getting into character. When he entered the double room, his face was red with "anger" and he held the shards of the mug tightly.

"Y/N!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the house. "Did you do this shit?" His hand, which was holding the broken mug, rose into the air, rudely showing the pieces. "You broke my favorite mug!? How could you be so careless?"

Nick and Matt, who were sitting on the couch, looked up quickly, stopping playing instantly, focusing their widened eyes on Chris. They had never seen their brother so upset, not with his girlfriend.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Y/N dropped the knife on the counter with a dull thud, turning around slowly in fright, a fake expression of surprise resting on her face.

"Chris, I swear I didn't do it on purpose." The girl said, her voice slightly shaking as she raised her hands in surrender. "I was just cleaning up the mess, trying to help..."

"Help? You messed everything up! As always." Chris retorted, walking quickly towards the kitchen table and throwing the broken pieces of the mug against the wooden surface, the sound of more shattering ceramics echoing through the room. "That was my favorite mug! Do you have any idea when I got it? Years ago! You're useless, Y/N. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm still with you!"

Nick and Matt looked at each other, visibly uncomfortable and shocked. Nick shook his head, trying to understand if this was serious, while Matt bit his own lower lip, seeming to have an internal struggle between intervening or not. The sound of the video game coming from the television sounded muffled to their ears.

"C-Chris, I'm sorry, I can try to find another-"

"There's no other like it, Y/N! How could you?!" The boy growled, his features tightening more.

"Chris, hey, that's enough." Matt finally intervened, rising from his seat on the couch and approaching with cautious steps. "It's just a mug. You're overreacting."

"Overreacting? You don't understand, Matt. She always does this! Always ruins everything!" Chris continued, walking around the table and advancing towards Y/N, who took a few steps back until her back was against the counter, pretending to be scared. "Look at her! She can't even do a simple task without ruining it!"

"I'm so sorry, Chris. I didn't mean to do that..." Y/N made her bottom lip tremble slightly, forcing her own eyes to water. "Maybe it can be fixed-"

"Apologies aren't gonna fix it, Y/N! I'm sick of your messes!" He shouted as he gestured furiously, moving even closer.

Nick stood up from the couch abruptly as he saw his brother getting closer and closer to his best friend, his own fists clenched.

"Enough, Chris. I'm not going to let you talk to her like that. This is ridiculous! You're losing your temper." The oldest triplet shouted angrily, approaching Matt and glaring at Chris, who completely ignored him and continued advancing.

Matt realized within seconds that his brother wasn't going to hear Nick, sending a look towards the older triplet, who quickly shook his head. Nick approached the girl with quick steps, feeling Matt's eyes on his back, moving closer to the couple and placing himself in front of Y/N, crossing his arms firmly, his eyebrows knitting together in an angrier expression.

"Get out of the way, Nick. This is none of your business." Chris imitated his posture, crossing his arms and glaring at him, taking a quick look at his girl behind his brother, seeing her slightly wet face below the light of the room, feeling like crying himself. He hated seeing her upset.

"Oh, but it is my business, yes. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that!" Nick replied, his voice firm. "And if you scream one more time, I swear I'll shove all these mug pieces in your mouth and make you swallow them."

"You're crossing the line, Chris. It's just a mug, man. That's no reason to act like that. She's your girlfriend and a woman, have some respect, Mary Lou didn't teach you that." Matt joined Nick, nodding as he walked over as well, standing close to Y/N, casting a quick look of concern in her direction.

"How can you defend her? She broke my favorite mug due to lack of attention! I'm so sick of-" Chris's sentence was rudely interrupted by Nick, who took a step closer to him, his right hand coming up quickly and his fingers grabbing the tip of Chris's exposed ear, pulling it down hard. "Ouch! Are you fucking crazy? Nick!"

"You will see crazy if you insult my best friend one more time." Nick quickly responded, shrugging and looking down on him.

Chris held his glare for a few more seconds, his blue eyes darting from Matt - who was stroking Y/N's right shoulder lightly, asking in a hushed voice if she was okay - to Nick and back again, his ear starting to burn with pain, until he finally couldn't take it anymore and started laughing.

Y/N stopped pretending to cry and smiled, relieved, quickly wiping her face as a tearful laugh escaped her throat, jokingly pushing Matt lightly.

"Surprise!" Chris said, still laughing. "You've been pranked."

Nick and Matt broke their tense postures within seconds, Matt lowering his arms so they were straight at his sides before turning, looking at the two, confused for a moment.

"You two are such idiots!" Matt exclaimed, raising his right hand and running his fingers furiously across his face, trying to ease the tension that had settled there. "I almost had a heart attack here!"

"I really thought you were out of control, Chris." Nick said, letting go of his brother's ear, rolling his eyes at the wince the younger let out. "Don't ever do that again!"

"You almost got my ear off!" Chris exclaimed, massaging his ear and casting a look of fake horror towards his girlfriend, who laughed quietly at his reaction.

"You'll see what I'll really get off if you do that shit again. You too, Y/N." Nick pointed at the girl, receiving a look of false shock.

"It was his idea!"

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[gglitch1dd]

I HAVE A SUPER ANGSTY IDEA

and thought...

You know Satomi and Toshinori really do love each other but what if they broke up? Now I don't think Toshinori would EVER break up with Satomi unless she cheated or something and Satomi would NEVER cheat....

HOWEVER,

I imagine that Toshinori and Kane go to America (Izuku pulled some strings with Melissa) either for third year or for a year after high school for interning and being sidekicks. But Satomi isn't training to be a Hero, she's in Hero Management (Like Reader) so she can't follow them.

And I can imagine her breaking up with him over it.

"Satomi," Standing in the doorway leading to her backyard was her boyfriend. Toshinori put his hands in his pockets as he took a step outside towards her. "Your step-mom told me to find you out here. You said you wanted to talk?"

Satomi stood with her hands on the railing, her back to her boyfriend of over a year. Her grip was tight as small hard cracks came to fingers showing her hardening quirk spilling through. She let out a stuttered breath, furrowing her dyed red eyebrows before forcing a smile to her face and turning around to look at him. "You... you and Kane are going to the US soon."

"Yah!" Toshinori's green eyes brightened, the same way they did when he was younger. Wide eyed, precious, sweet and charming. For the first time since Satomi knew the green haired boy, she wished she didn't love it as much as she did. "I can't believe Aunty Melissa would do that for us?! A whole year at one of the top ranking hero schools! I mean America seems like an absolute terrifying place but I mean, it's only for a year and we can learn so much from them!" He started to ramble off excitedly, a smile on his face. "And-" He paused as he looked down at his girlfriend. He instantly noticed the type of smile on her face. "What's wrong?" He asked stepping closer to her, and taking a hold of her soft hand.

She swallowed down hard but kept her smile on her face. Toshinori loved her smile. "You guys will be gone for a long time and... well you might decide to extend your stay and intern there."

Toshinori looked to the side with a scoff. "I doubt that. VISA's are such a hassle to get and I don't think I want to sidekick there. I want to focus on Japan."

"But it's possible." Toshinori paused as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to where this was going. "I just think..." She started out softly. "That we should go on a break."

Toshinori froze. Nothing went through his head for a second. "A... a break? Like you... you want to break up?"

"Just till you get back." Satomi stressed.

Toshinori didn't get it. His eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, closing his green eyes as he scratched the back of his head trying to wrap his head around this. "I... I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?" He asked. "Did I hurt you? If so you have to tell me."

She quickly shook her head. "No, of course not! I just... I don't want to hold you back."

"Hold me back? Hold me back from what?" He asked. "I don't understand. Why can't we date while we're away?"

"Toshinori, I'll be 13 hours ahead of you!"

"I'll call even if it's 3am for me."

"You'll be over 10 thousand kilometers away!"

"That's why phones exist!"

"Toshinori, you'll be surrounded by so many amazing girls there, and presented with so many amazing opportunities." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes with a forced smile. "I don't want to tear you away from that. You deserve to have it all and not think about me in the process of your decisions."

Toshinori's face scrunched up as he took in her words. "Satomi, I don't care about other girls. I don't want other girls. I want you. I love you." He moved to hold onto her shoulders. "And of course I would think about you, you're the girl I choose."

"Toshi-"

"Satomi, we can do this. It's just for a year, and I'll be back for senior dance and holidays! It'll be perfect." He let out with an anxious smile, ready to commit to anything.

"I-"

"I'll put in the effort and if I don't, Kane will make sure I do."

"To-"

"You'll see. It won't even be like we're far apart."

"TOSHINORI!" She shouted, snapping him out of it. "I just want a break! I don't think I can do this with you so far away!"

"So... you're not even willing to try?"

Satomi didn't answer that question.

And that's when Toshinori knew that this was the end. Satomi watched it on his face. The terrifying moment where the love and urgency in her boyfriend's eyes faded and there was nothing. Nothing. Not a single emotion.

Satomi drew in a breath as she stepped forward. Panic starting to develop within her. "No, Toshinori, no, no, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Do that!" She let out with tears in her eyes as she tried her best not to start crying. "I know you Midoriyas do that. You just shut down all your emotions. Talk to me!"

Toshinori stepped back out of her grasp, his face not showing an emotion at all. Monotonous and expressionless. "There's nothing to talk about. You want a break? Here it is. I'm giving it to you."

"Toshi-"

"But don't expect me to ever unpause this break."

Satomi felt tears in her eyes as she tried to fight back the tears. She drew in a breath. "Toshi, I love you. I do, you have to know that. I'm doing this for you. I want the best for you!" She tried begging for him to see that.

Toshinori just looked at her. He didn't say 'I love you' back. He didn't aknowledge what she was trying to say.

Nothing.

"Sure."

"Toshinori we can still be friends."

He shook his head as he sniffed. "Nah, I don't think so." He turned around to leave, stepping to her backdoor, deciding to leave. "See you at the farewell party, Kirishima." He didn't look back when he left. He didn't even aknowledge that he was talking to her.

Toshinori wasn't exactly sure how he got home, nor even if he thought at all. Nothing went through his head as his naturally and systematically moved and stepped to the direction of his house.

Even though it was sunset and the sun was setting, Toshinori didn't care. Since most heroes, retired or currently serving, lived in ProHero neighbourhood estates, he wasn't in any danger. His home was just a few streets away. However, even with the usual thirty minute walk that it takes over to his home.

He didn't remember a second of it.

"Toshinori." He looked up at his father as he leaned back in his recliner, looking away from the news playing on the TV. He smiled. "You're back early."

You were sitting on Izuku's lap, a ball of yarn and crocheting needles in your lap. You looked up to your eldest son. Instantly you noticed something was wrong. His face wasn't glowing as it normally did when he came back home from the Kirishimas. His face didn't have lipstick kisses on his cheeks, or a stupid smile on his face or anything.

He had the exact same face that his father would have on whenever something hurt him too much to express himself.

"Toshi?" You asked softly.

Kane turned around from where he was sitting on the couch to look back at his best friend. His eyebrows furrowed together. "Dude, what happened to your hair?"

A streak of white was in the mess of green curls. You hadn't seen his hair turn white since he first discovered One for All. A little genetic surprise that scared Izuku to hell and back when he realised his kids still inherited a bit of All for One's genes in them too.

Asahi turned to look at his brother. His eyes widened as he took off his glasses to make sure he was seeing normally. Hero leaned forward before smiling. "Nice streak Toshi!" He supported.

"It's not a good thing, idiot." Asahi shoved Hero lightly.

Shoyo tilted his head as he looked at his eldest brother. "Toshi, are you okay?"

Izuku looked at you worried. You put down your needles in your bag and got up towards your son. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Toshinori's expression didn't change, he shrugged. "Satomi broke up with me."

At that, the entire room went dead silent as the mood plummeted. Your eyebrows furrowed. "Broke up with you?? Are you sure? What made her do that?"

Toshinori shrugged again. "Long distance doesn't work for her. She's not willing to do that."

Izuku stood up from his chair as he moved to where you were, he motioned with a hand for the rest of the boys to stay where they are and leave you both with your eldest son alone. He motioned for you and him to follow. You put a hand to the back of Toshinori as you guided him outside to the patio.

Izuku closed the door once you were all outside, as you stood next to Toshinori. His eyes were dazed as he stared forward, not having any particular emotion. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine." Izuku told him as his eyebrows furrowed as he walked to stand in front of his son. He looked genuinely worried for his eldest as you stood next to Toshinori. "Toshinori, you love that girl and she loves you. So what happened? Did anything happen to prompt this from her or..."

Toshinori shrugged.

"Toshinori... my little sprout..." You moved to put a hand to the side of his face, your eyes baring into his own. "I know you love her."

Nothing happened initially as he slowly looked down at you.

Suddenly you saw his face twist into pain, pure agony going through him as he closed his eyes. He covered his mouth trying to fight that pain inside him. He gasped as his body shook in sobs.

"Oh baby," You quickly wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your arms. Izuku came up behind you, pulling the both of you into his large arms. It reminded you so much of the time where Toshinori was but a newborn and he would cry, and the few ways to comfort him was just like this. Although now he was taller than you, you couldn't help but see him now like that.

"I love her so much!" He cried into your shoulder.

You nodded your head. "I know, baby, I know."

"How could she do this to me?" He asked brokenly, not wanting to show his face to the both of you as he buried it in the crook of your neck. He hiccuped. "What did i do wrong!? I did everything right! I treated her how dad treats you!"

You closed your eyes as you tried your best not to shed tears yourself at his own heartbreak. Izuku put a hand to the back of Toshinori's head. "You didn't do anything wrong, Toshi, and this shouldn't affect how you treat woman. It was her choice. And I know it hurts right now, but you'll be grateful for it later."

Toshinori shook his head as he clutched onto you painfully, barely finding air to breathe as his heart shattered into a million pieces.

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bedside manner

Lucifer x Sick Reader with heart condition (fluffy)

An ask from @nyx91 💖

It wouldn’t be hell if everyone was perfectly healthy; perfectly fit.

But, a counter point, hell wasn’t made to hurt. It was made to be full of people who caused pain and then, hopefully, spread it. The punishment was being in the company of the punished.

However Lucifer was no heartless sinner. No, in fact, his heart fell to his heels when Charlie came to his office in a worried huff. Another spell had hit you, another instance where he was reminded of the fragility of human souls.

Knocking, he realized quickly how thoughtless that was. By the time he opened the door he found you crumpled on the floor. You’d resigned yourself to not making it to the door and got comfortable on your knees.

“Ffffuck, I shouldn’t have knocked. I should have just— no don’t try to get up.” Small but strong hands hooked under your back and behind your knees. You weren’t weightless, but for Lucifer your physical self was barely noticeable compared to the power of an angel. Fallen or not, carrying you back to your bed was easy. It made you feel… small. Not small as in insignificant, small as in safe. Something the king of hell could cradle and tuck into his breast pocket to ensure your continuous care.

He sank onto the bed, trying to act cool and calm despite the blonde hairs out of place. He had run down to your room, forgetting he was capable of magic in his panic to confirm your condition.

When you tried to sit up, to offer some kind of normal greeting, you found your head akin to a fish bowl tilted too far forward. You were in danger of tipping over and spilling what remained of your consciousness.

“Hey now,” Luci’s hands gently pushed against your shoulders. “I didn’t get you back to bed just to have you fall out again.”

You attempted a smile, but you were past the point of faking it. There’s always a line that’s crossed when pain is concerned, when nerves get too bare and the mind too brittle to conceal it for the sake of niceties. Pain too quickly monopolized the body’s mental resources. All of the energy left in you was focused on breathing, on checking the rhythm of your heart. Was it speeding up? Or perhaps now it was becoming too slow… was that skipped beat an omen? Would the next one come?

His eyes came to the little white cube clutched in your hand. He’d become accustomed to it by now. Slipping it on your index finger’s tip he watched the numbers change. While he never spent much time around humans on earth, he understood when a heart was going haywire. He knew when the little peaks and valleys broke their pattern it wasn’t normal. He couldn’t understand how you felt but he wished he could do more than understand. If his hand could touch yours and take all the discomfort onto himself, he’d never let you go.

The paleness of your face caught his attention next. You looked ill. A little frightened.

“Would you like some food? I could get you anything you desire. No sacrifice needed.” A joke, but again, jokes don’t override exhaustion. You shook your head, letting a hand snake over to his and gently take hold.

“I don’t think I can stomach it.”

He nodded. Noticing the drink on your nightstand he handed it to you as some alternative. Lucifer watched your hands struggle to grip the drink’s lid strong enough to twist it open. “Let me.” He took it back, another ball dropped in his attempt to comfort you.

The way your fingers trembled as they lifted higher to receive the drink made his own heart ache. He brought it to your lips and slowly poured it into your mouth.

“What do you need, kitten?” He set the bottle back down within reach for you.

“A warm distraction.” Your eyes didn’t meet his. Embarrassment keeping them on your hands.

Lucifer was new to many things, and rusty with far more. But doting on someone special came naturally to him. Perhaps too much so, given how quickly eden’s vacancy sign lit up after his arrival.

He slid in bed beside you, pulling your head onto his chest, and took out his phone. “I made a stop motion of my ducks…” he scrolled through his apps.

His voice drowned out the paranoid pounding in your ears, so you leaned in closer.

It didn’t numb the pain, or return vigor to your body, but the purr of his chest as he spoke helped you focus on something else for a little while. And that was enough.

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Hii, i hope this doesnt sound too weird or anything (im really new to requesting), but can i request a safeword scenerio for dr Ratio? Maybe he is uptight because of some idiots he had to deal with, or nervy because of overworking, and in bed he starts to talk and move harsher than usual, making his s/o safewording. If possible please also how he would take care of them afterwards, thank you :D!

A/N: Thank you for your request! I do hope this is what you had in mind :) Implemented some of my own hcs into this, so I do hope Ratio isn't too OOC. I just don't see him as mean or harsh with his s/o as I see some people portray him as- Gosh I can ramble sm about him, I'll stop here. Please send more Dr Ratio asks/requests in, I'd love to ramble about him

Content: NSFW, mdni! Ratio being a secret sap inside(?), gn reader but can be hinted at female anatomy, no pronouns used

Fervent thrusts of his hips into yours knocked the air out of your lungs, sending your eyes rolling back into your head as shameless moans flew from your mouth in a torrent. Veritas seemed completely insatiable, groaning into your ear and whispering dirty things.

“You’re so tight, did it take so little to get you all wet and worked up, hm?” It was like he was scolding you.

You could’ve guessed how his day has been, judging solely from the bruising grip he had on your hips. You would’ve asked about it had he not all but cornered you and stolen your breath away with an onslaught of kisses and nips to your neck and chest. Clothes were torn off from you and him all the same, but somewhere along the lines it became apparent his frustration began to blur, work anger seeping into this intimate and vulnerable moment as his hips pistoned into yours with little regard. It wasn’t like him, in all his stubbornness and in all pursuit of knowledge he’d never treat you like a piece of meat. He had made a mess of you, a heap of flailing, boneless limbs and hickeys and bite marks along your collarbone and chest.

A lewd squelch accompanied the slapping of skin as his cock rammed into you. “Ve-Veritas-” you panted, hands moving from around his back to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving behind red crescent moons. “Slow down, ngh-” Those words fell on deaf ears, your moans and small whimpers being the only thing echoing in his mind. One of his big hands unlatched from your hip and came up to your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly on the sides until you felt yourself getting dizzy with pleasure, but it was all too suffocating, too overwhelming and so overstimulating, you felt your heart race and cold sweat break over your skin. 

Veritas groaned into your ear before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, bottoming out inside you over and over and over again until he felt you squeezing his shaft and fluttering around him. 

“Y-Yellow! Yellow!” 

Veritas quickly lost his hold on your neck, his body reacting faster than he had time to process it. All he knew is how uncomfortably tight his throat became when he heard you squeak out the safe word, his whole stomach churning as he pulled away. And only then did he really see how reckless he had become.

Your teary eyes stared up at him, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths to quell the fire within your lungs. You swallowed thickly, averting your gaze in what you could only understand was embarrassment but as he stumbled over wordless questions, his mouth opening and closing as he slid himself out of you and all pleasure forgotten, you couldn’t help but look back at him and open your arms in a silent plea for a hug. "Just hold me.."

He obliged without a second thought, his big arms enveloping you in a warm embrace, but he was hesitant to touch you after hearing the safe word fall from your mouth. 

He rolled onto his side, dragging you with him and letting your curl up against him however you wished as you hid your face in his chest. One arm was safely secure around you while the other hand absentmindedly ran through your hair, soothing your nape in hopes to bring you further comfort.

“My.. dearest.. What have I done? Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?” his tone, much softer and so full of concern, licked at your ears and sent a shiver up your spine. He sounded more hurt than you.

Once you regained your breath you broke away from his chest and looked up at him, all disheveled and messy with eyes still glassy. 

“I’m sorry.. But you were.. quite overwhelming- You came home and you wanted to be intimate, and that’s okay. But you were starting to take out your frustrations on me, Veritas..” you told him earnestly. There were no lies between you, and Aeons knew he’d know if you lied to him. He grimaced at your words, not because you said them, but because he couldn’t believe he allowed himself to fall that low. You felt him huff, felt his warm breath against your skin and he pulled you closer. 

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for- It is me who should be saying so. And I am so sorry.. I.. I don’t know how I lost myself so..” he trailed off, his eyes swallowing you in their plea for forgiveness or perhaps they were telling you to scold him - he really didn’t mind, as in his head, right now he felt as if he betrayed your trust. His facade of perfection crumbled as he gave into these animalistic urges and he hurt you along the way.

Sighing, you pushed yourself up a little until you could peck his cheek. His lashes fluttered as he took in the sight of you, blinking at you before leaning in to press his lips against your, the palm of his hand resting on the small of your back and pressing you against his warm body.

“Are you hurt?” he asked again, looking into your eyes. 

“Sore.. probably gonna turn into a plum later from bruises-” you tried to lighten the mood with that little joke but Veritas instead let out a sound bordering between a sigh and scoff, clicking his tongue as frowned, angry at himself. “I’m sorry…” he whispered as his arms dragged you along with him and his other hand pressed at your nape to pull your head to his lips. One, two, three, four and many more kisses fell all across your face, making their way all around before reaching your lips, upon which he placed the softest of kisses.

“I’m sorry.. I'll.. You stay here while I go and draw us a bath. I’ll be quick” He’d say as he pulled a blanket over you before sliding from underneath you. 

“Don’t forget the bath salts” you smiled, teasing him and holding onto the fingers of his hand, not allowing him to peel himself away from you just yet, and this prompts a smile to tease his lips but he is not yet ready to really forgive himself until he has soothed your bruises away.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes while his cheeks flushed as he pulled away after nodding his head firmly in return

“When have I ever forgotten the precious bath salts?”

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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Slow Down, You're Gonna Crash

Chapter Seven

Summary: Being a Verstappen means realising that you'll never be as good as her brother. She knew it. That was why she ran away to California. Of course, she's gonna fall for the older, naval aviator. And, of course, it pisses her family off.

Bradley Bradshaw x F1!Driver Reader

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It wasn't usual that she and Bradley arrived at The Hard Deck at different times. The Squad had gotten so used to seeing the both of them walk in together, his arm around her shoulders as he laughed at something she'd said.

This time, he'd arrived before her. Walked in with the rest of the Squad (something that hadn't happened since that night he'd met her).

Part of Bradley couldn't help but wonder what she had to be doing in that moment. When he'd left she'd asked for access to his laptop, and he'd told her go for it. (She'd proceeded to ask for the password, but was it really a shock that Bradley's laptop didn't have one?) Was she still typing away, doing God knows what?

At some point in the conversation, he'd stopped listening. He hadn't meant to stop listening to whatever Jake and Natasha were arguing about, hadn't meant to pull out his phone and start texting her. But he was smiling down at it, laughing at whatever she'd sent him now (a meme she'd made herself, something that nobody but the two of them would understand. She'd used a picture from her karting days, one of her in the background of an interview, looking ready to murder the boy getting interviewed).

And suddenly Natasha was snapping her hands in front of his face, getting his attention. "What the hell is wrong with you, man?" She asked as she thrust the pool cue towards them. When the hell had they started playing pool? But then Natasha looked down at the phone in his hands, at the contact name at the top of the screen. "Oh."

He took the pool cue and dropped his phone onto the seat as he stood. He could go five minutes without texting her. Well, he'd try.

And he was doing a good job. He didn't notice when it started blowing up with so many texts that they started failing to come through, and then coming through all at once.

Bob noticed, though. Sat there with his cup of peanuts and his water, he noticed as Bradley's phone started going crazy. "Rooster!" He called as he picked it up. It was still vibrating as it sat in his hand, screen lighting up with texts of 999! EMERGENCY! ROOS COME BACK!

Bradley passed his pool cue back to Natasha. He rushed over, took the phone from Bob and immediately called her. Now, if he'd taken a minute to just read what she was saying, the poor man would have realised that he had no reason to call her in such panic.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked quickly as he searched for his keys in his pocket.

There was a pause before she spoke. "Do you wanna come to Miami with me?"

The panic immediately left Bradley's body. He could have killed her he was so mad. Well, not mad. No, he was never mad at her. But an exasperated breath left her lips. "That was your emergency?"

A giggle left her lips.

"When are we going?"

Before she could say more, the phone was wrestled out of Bradley's grip. "Hey!" He shouted as Jake took the phone from him.

"Hi, Verstapp," said Jake as he help the phone up to his own ear. "Why aren't you here with us?"

"I'm busy, Bagman," she said. At that moment she was sat on the bed, laptop in front of her and phone held between her shoulder and her ear. She tapped away at the laptop, sending emails to the Williams F1 Team.

"I'm putting you on speaker."

Jake did just that. He put the phone on speaker and placed it onto the table between all of them. "Hi!" Natasha and Bob both called.

"Hey guys!" She shouted back. "Yeah, so it's in a month. I was thinking about driving up two days before, be there for the practice sessions," she said.

A month. She hadn't watched any other races since that first one. Bradley didn't ask why she didn't want to watch any other races. No, he filled her Sundays with good things. Watching movies, sitting on the beach and eating dinner.

Her favourites were walks under the stars, tucked under Bradley's arm. It was a world away from Formula One, what she needed in those moments. Well, what she needed was Bradley.

But he froze, breath hitching.

"Where are you guys driving to?" Bob asked her.

"Miami. For the Grand Prix weekend."

It was Jake that started laughing. Actually, he was the only one to laugh. "Drive? To Miami? Are you kidding?" He asked and started laughing again. "Oh, Kid-" She hated it when Jake called her that. Only Bradley got to call her that and even that was a rarity. "You'd be better off flying."

She was quiet for a second. Longer than that, actually. Long enough that Bradley picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Baby? You still there?"

"I forget that America is so big," she mumbled.

"Oh, baby," he said as a smile appeared beneath his moustache. It was a damn sweet one, and a damn shame that she couldn't see it. "I'm gonna get some dinner on my way home," he said as he pulled his keys from his pocket and made his way out of The Hard Deck.

The blow of 'I can't come with you' came easier when said over shared Chinese food on his couch with Rush playing in the background. He held her on his lap while she booked her flights to Miami and sat through her trying to convince him to come with.

But they had a month to kill before she left Miami. And, in that month, she made a rather big decision.

"Roo, I want you to teach me to cook."

He looked up at her, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of tiny, grey shorts. It was a sight he saw so often, but one that would always have his breath catching in his throat and his eyes wandering.

But he recovered quickly. "You want me to teach you how to cook?"

Her bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as she nodded.

Bradley had never been this excited before. He wasn't the best cook, but his mother had taught him some stuff. He stood up and dragged her over to the kitchen.

Learning to cook with Bradley was incredibly fun. He taught her to make lasagne, which ended up with an incredibly messy counter. "My mom made the best lasagne," he said as he stood behind her, arms wrapped around her, instructing her on what to do. "She would have liked you."

She froze against him, always did when Bradley said relationship-y stuff like this. But she cleared her throat, pushed on and placed the lasagne tray into the oven.

"My mum used to make the best cookies, too," said Bradley as she shut the door. "Wanna make some?"

"Do you even have chocolate chips?"

"We can make it work."

Bradley started making the cookies. He read out the recipe as he worked, and she sat on the counter and watched. She could have watched him all day as he mixed the sugar and the butter together in his pink bowl.

As Bradley baked, she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialled the familiar number. As it rang she placed the phone onto the counter beside her and reached for Bradley.

"Hello?" Said her brother as Bradley held his spoon to her lips.

She licked the mixture of sugar and butter from the spoon. "Max!" She called and picked up her phone, holding it in front of her lips. "How is the season going? Have you won everything?"

"Kip," Max groaned from the other end of the phone. "Had an issue with the car in Australia, fucking Carlos won," he mumbled, and she laughed. "It's not funny, Kip! P was watching and she was so upset!"

As he looked at her, Bradley furrowed his brows. Kip? He mimed, and she held up her finger, telling him to wait.

"Well, Maximilian, I'm thinking of coming to Miami," she said quickly.

"You are?" He asked at the same time that she said, "Is dad gonna be there?"

"Huh?" Max voiced.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't interrupt this time," she said quickly, but it was just in jest. "Is dad gonna be in Miami for the Grand Prix?"

He mumbled something under his breath. "Miami? I don't think so. Are you definitely gonna be there?"

"Logan wants my support for his home race, so I'm gonna be there," she said.

Max released a cough from his lips. "Do I get to meet your boyfriend?" He asked quickly. She could practically see the smile he was definitely wearing.

Rolling her eyes, she held her finger over the red button. "Goodbye, Maximilian," She called and hung up.

The moment she put her phone down, Bradley was there. He parted her legs and stood between them, hands on her hips as he pulled her against him. "Kip?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he frowned.

She tipped her head to the side as she looked at him, expression unamused. "It's Dutch for Chicken," she mumbled.

Bradley laughed, lips twitching up beneath his moustache. "Chicken, really?" But even her pissed off expression wasn't enough to stop him. "No, I see it. It's cute. They're small-" He gestured between the two of them, indicating the size difference, "-Kind of aggressive-" He pointed to his arm, where she'd left a bite mark that morning (which Rooster loved), "-But, most importantly, cute."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good save, Rooster. You're not gonna start calling me Chicken, are you?"

For just a moment, Bradley thought about it. "You know what? I might. Rooster and Chicken."

She groaned, but her smile was undeniable. Rooster and Chicken. She loved it.

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Ok my Request 😏

Main Plot . Changbin comes home to reader after stress at work (idol/non idol whichever you prefer) he wants to sleep but reader won’t let him,maybe Changbin says something like use my thigh or just use me then but slowly he gets turned on and DIVES in

Changbin x fem reader

Thigh riding obviously,hickeys,oral f/m receiving,Dom Changbin (when he’s turned on),dry humping,neck/ear licking,biting,cockwarming,

Dont have to use all above just some suggestions would love the first one tho again obviously cause I’m dark and weird

PS I enjoy reading you material thanks for writing what you write 🖤

Giving Into Pleasure // Stray Kids Changbin

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Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Thigh Riding, Nipple play, Biting, Rough sex, Licking, dry humoing… (if there’s some I missed please let me know)

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It was a long day for Changbin, exhausted from all the rehearsals, lessons, and preparations for their upcoming album. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about the stress of the day the moment he gets home.

"Changbin, I... I've been waiting for you," whispered Y/N, her voice laced with desire. Changbin could see it in her eyes.

"Y/N, what's going on? I thought we agreed to take it slow tonight," Changbin said, trying to keep his tone soft yet firm. Y/N looked down, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. "I... I'm sorry, Changbin. I just couldn't help myself. I've been so turned on all day, thinking about you. I need you right now," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Changbin sighed, feeling both sympathy and arousal for Y/N. But tonight, he was just too tired to engage in a full-blown session. "y/n, I understand how you feel, but I'm really exhausted. Maybe we can just cuddle tonight, and I promise we'll have proper sex tomorrow," Changbin suggested, hoping she’d cave in.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Changbin, please. I can't help it. I just need you inside me, I need something.” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. Changbin hesitated, torn between his fatigue and Y/N's unquenchable thirst for pleasure. As much as he wanted to deny her request, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

"I guess... maybe you could just use my thigh," Changbin conceded, giving in to her needy state. "But I don't have the energy to do more." Y/n’s eyes twinkled with excitement. They headed to the couch then she climbed onto Changbin's lap, straddling him, her skirt riding up to reveal her smooth, toned thighs. As y/n began to move her hips gently, grinding on top of Changbin's thigh, he couldn't help but slightly moan in pleasure. The sensation of her body against his was really waking him up, it pained him not be able to have the energy he usually had when they were intimate or he’ll defiantly pin her down in a matter of seconds and ruin her.

Y/n’s hands roamed over Changbin's chest as she continued to rock her hips forward and backwards. Changbin's eyes were closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy. But as Y/N continued to grind against him, he couldn't help but reach down, his hand cupping her ass and pulling her closer.

"Oh, Changbin," y/n murmured, her eyes locked onto his. "You're so naughty…" Changbin didn't respond, lost in the sensation of Y/N's body against his. His hands began to explore her curves, squeezing her ass and pulling her even closer. Y/n let out a moan, her hips moving faster as she rode Changbin's thigh. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered dirty words that sent shivers down his spine.

Changbin groaned, his hands gripping Y/N's hips tightly. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned under his breath, Y/n’s arousal dripping over Changbins thick thigh, she kept grinding, holding onto his shoulders. As the tension between them continued to build, Changbin couldn't help but feel his cock growing, now straining against his pants, begging for release.

Y/N noticed the growing bulge, her eyes widening with desire. "Mmm, someone's getting excited," she whispered onto Changbins ear, her hands moving to Changbin's belt buckle. Changbin's eyes fluttered open, meeting Y/N's gaze. "Don't," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have the energy…"

But Y/N wasn't one to back down. She undid Changbin's belt, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants and pulling them down just enough to release his throbbing cock. Changbin gasped, his hands instinctively reaching for Y/N's hips as she lifted herself swinging her leg that was between Changbins legs and positioned herself to be on top of him, both her legs on each side of his hips as she rested her arms on his shoulders.

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as she began to stroke him gently. His cock between the two. "Oh, Y/N. That feels so good," Changbin moaned, his eyes closing as he surrendered to her touch.

Y/n grinned, her eyes never leaving his cock. "I know, Changbin. I can tell how much you love this. How much you love me touching you like this," she said, her hand moving faster as she increased the pressure. Changbin groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily into her hand. "y/n, you're driving me crazy. I can't take much more of this," he panted, his voice filled with desire.

“Changbin…” y/n said, almost as a whisper. "Alright, y/n we can try cockwarming but nothing more” Changbin looked at y/n, nodding slowly. "Are you sure, baby?" y/n asked, her voice filled with desire. "I can stop if you want." She continued. “It’s okay…” Changbin pecked y/n’s lips and nodded again. Her hand still stroking his cock.

Changbin groaned, his body trembling with desire. "y/n, i know how much longer I can hold back," he panted, his voice filled with need. Y/n grinned, her eyes never leaving his cock. "That's the idea, Changbin. Now, let's do this," she said, her hand guiding his cock towards her soaking wet pussy as she lifted herself just enough.

As Changbin's cock brushed against her wet folds, y/n let out a soft moan, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Changbin. I need you inside me.” she said as she began to slide down into Changbins thick cock. Y/n cried out in pleasure, her body writhing as Changbin filled her completely. Changbin watched her every move and expression, his hands gripping her hips as he held her in place, slowly giving in into the pleasure, not being able to resist.

"Oh, Changbin," Y/N whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You feel so good inside me." Changbin watched y/n’s expressions as she clenched around his cock. “Fuck it” Changbin then held y/n in place as he thrusted into her with urgency. The room was filled with the sound of their gasps and moans, the tension between them reaching another level.

Changbin's cock throbbed at her moans as y/n gasped and threw her head back in pleasure. Changbin held y/n tight, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust into her, each movement deepening the connection between them. Y/n's moans grew louder with each thrust, her nails digging into Changbin's shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure. "Faster," Y/N pleaded, her hips rocking in perfect rhythm with Changbin's. "Harder, yes, just like that." Changbin obliged, his cock sliding in and out of y/n's tight pussy with ease. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with y/n's soft moans and Changbin's deep grunts of pleasure.

Y/N's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Changbin leaned in, capturing one of y/n's erect nipples between his lips, teasing it with his tongue, slowly biting it as Y/N continued to ride him. "Uhh, yes…" y/n cried, her voice hoarse with desire. "Just like that, harder, fuck me h-harder…"

Changbin groaned in response, his hips thrusting against y/n hips, his cock buried deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around him, her orgasm building up. "I-Im so close Bin…" y/n panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Bin, I'm going to cum-", Changbin's gripped on y/ns hips as he help her in place fucking into her faster. Her pussy tightened around his cock, "Fuck, Y/N," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to cum inside you and you’re gonna like it” Changbin said. Y/n's eyes widened with pleasure, her body trembling as she neared her climax. "Cum for me, baby," she panted, her voice filled with desire. "Cum inside me."

Changbin's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his body tensing as he reached the point of no return. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside y/n and let out a deep groan as he released his load inside her. Y/n collapsed onto Changbin's chest, her body spent from the intense pleasure. They lay there, their hearts pounding in unison as they caught their breath.

"Thanks for helping me relax, y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. Y/n snuggled closer, her eyes fluttering closed as she whispered back, "Anytime, baby. That's what I'm here for."

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Hai! Okay look… I’m sorry I left this in the drafts for so long 😭 ANYWAYS I’m back and for real this time (don’t take my word for it lol) I’ll write the requests that I have to make up for it okay? THANK YOU for being SUPER patient with me 😅🫶🏼

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[siampie]

Get Off the Highway || Chapter 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.8k 

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, angst, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

A/N: Short chapter to introduce Reader to the bunker and having more interactions between Reader and Dean.

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You stumbled into your kitchen while your coffee was brewing. You had come back after a difficult hunt that had left you with a couple of stitches on your hip, and a few bruises on your face and body. You swallowed some painkillers with your coffee. This was going to be a slow day for you. No hunts. No visits from family. Just you and your cup of coffee, and probably some television. The perfect rest day. Your eyes drifted to your living room. On the wall facing you, there was a framed photo of your family. One of the rare ones that you still had.

Life at home wasn't always ideal when you were growing up. Your parents were not the bests example of loving and compassionate parents. They could be neglectful and somewhat abusive. You had taken their sides over your siblings more times than not, only to keep the peace. Trying to maintain chaos at bay. Of course, your siblings had resented you over the years because you weren’t doing enough for them. And they were right. You had not.

You tried to make up for it these days but it was hard to when your siblings were barely talking to you. Except maybe for your brother; Matt; the only one who still made sure you were taken care of. You were lucky to have him still. Still, you did not understand why he kept coming around.

A loud knock on your front door disturbed the quietness of your apartment. “I’m coming.” You secured the fresh bandage on your hip, before going to your front door. You grabbed your gun on your way there. You looked through the peephole. It was your brother.

“You look like shit.” Matt said, once you let him in.

“Thanks.” You answered dryly. “But you should see the other guy.” You said jokingly as you shut the door behind him.

He put down the bags he was holding on the kitchen table, and turned to you. He rested his hands on your shoulders and looked down at you. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You assured him. "I still know how to take a beating."

"Not funny." He berated you lightly.

"Sorry." His eyes roamed over your face. After, he was satisfied with his inspection, he pulled you into a hug. “Come here.”

You wrapped your arms around him, and just let yourself enjoy the simple hug. It was just a hug but it felt like everything you needed.

“No, no, no.” You heard from behind you. You excused yourself as you were being pulled aside by none other than Dean Winchester.

“Hey, Bucko!” You smiled at him, ripping your arm out of his grip. “Sam.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked you, already annoyed at your being here.

“Pleasure to see you too, Winchester.” You replied dryly, ripping you arm out of his grip.

He gave you a deadpan look, “that’s our hunt. And you’re not taking it from us.”

“Didn’t know there was an ongoing competition between us.” You said with a wry smile.

“Competition?” Dean repeated and looked you up and down. “Barely.”

You gasped. “You did not just give me the up and down look, did ya?”

“What are you gonna do about it, Princess?”

“Alright, you two,” Sam wore an amused smile on his face. “Maybe we can find a way to work together.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “We wouldn’t want a repeat of last time fiasco. Right, Bucko?”

You walked past him, and patted his shoulder. Sam chuckled as he followed you inside. Months had passed since you last saw them. Only hearing of them in passing, although you'd rather have loved no mentions of them. Or more specifically of Dean. You felt bad for putting Sam in the same category as his brother but they were a package deal. And those two seemed to be attached to the hip.

You were still sporting a few bruises from your last hunt. Matt had wanted you to stay longer at your apartment, to take a longer rest. But you were starting to stir crazy, sitting in your couch all day. And you couldn’t sit still any longer. Although, he disagreed with your decision to go back on the road, he made you promise that you’d take it easy.

Or at least you promised you’d try.

“You really are the worse, you know that.” Dean glared down at you.

“And you’re an asshole but I’m not complaining about it, now, am I?” You shot back following him and his brother back to their car.

The hunt had gone pretty smoothly. Once you had figured out that it was a revenant, and once it was confirmed by the absence of a body in the grave. You all set out to get the monster back in its coffin, and used silver to make sure it remained there.

“It’s not that hard to follow simple instructions, now, is it?” Dean threw his shovel into the trunk of his car.

“No, it’s not. But it becomes stupid to follow them when one of you is in a bad situation. And it clearly looked like you needed help.” You retorted, your shovel joining his own.

“I was handling it, princess.”

“Didn’t look like you were, bucko.”

You both glared at each other, angrily. No matter what you did, Dean still saw you as a nuisance. A thorn in his side that he was trying to get rid of. And you couldn’t understand why. You had done nothing to provoke his blatant hostility. And you’d think that after saving his life, once again, he would just drop the attitude. But it seemed to only anger him even more.

The petty person within met him at his level. Fighting fire with fire. But the people pleaser within, just couldn’t stand the idea of him not liking you. You didn’t understand why and couldn’t figure it out. And you hated it.

You followed the Winchesters down the spiraling stairs that led you deeper into the bunker.  Sam, more than his brother, had invited you back to their new location. Sam had given you a quick tour. As quick as it could be in this huge place. There were many bedrooms, a kitchen, a war room, and many other places of the sort. But most importantly there was also a large library.

“That place is sweet.” You had beamed, walking into the kitchen behind Sam.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great.” Sam nodded, smiling.

“How did you find it?”

“None of your business, kid.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean as he walked past you, “alright, keep your secrets.” You turned to Sam. “If I ever need to research things, can I borrow some of those books?” You pointed towards the library.

“You’re welcome to it,” Sam grinned at you. “Anytime you need.”

“Yeah.” You squealed, Dean turned to you before rolling his eyes. “Sorry.”

Later, you found yourself in the library reading a book about some wiccan rituals. Nothing you really needed to know but you had picked it out of curiosity, you were intrigued by the title. Sam was sitting across from you working on his laptop, probably searching for another hunt, you thought. Dean was wherever the hell Dean was, you couldn’t care less.

“I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again. This place is amazing.” You suddenly said, shutting the book before pushing it away from you. Sam looked up from his laptop at you. “Can you imagine how much knowledge those people have gathered over the years?” You continued gushing. “I mean, it must be infinite.”

“I don’t think it’s infinite but huge, yeah.” Sam agreed. “It would probably make hunting easier.”

“Definitely.” You leaned back into your chair. “You guys are so lucky to have found this place.”

“You know if you ever need a place to lay low, you’re welcome to stop by.” Sam offered.

You smiled at him. “That’s really kind of you but I already have a place like that. I mean - not exactly like that. I have a place to lay low, between two hunts.” You spoke. “My brother is making sure that I stop by every once in a while, just to check if I’m still alive.”

“Older?”

“Younger.” You told him. “He likes taking care of me, so I let him do it.”

“Sounds like you two are very close.”

“Wasn’t always this way.” You pushed out a sigh. “It’s funny, you know ‘cause growing up, we hated each other. And nowadays, he is the only person I can count on.”

“But he’s not hunting with you.” Sam noted.

“That’s because he’s not a hunter.” You leaned your elbows on the table. “Unlike you, Winchesters, hunting is not exactly a family business.”

It wasn’t. Hunting had stumbled upon you one day. So, you told Sam everything about the night where it all began for you. You never were a big fan of camping. Naturally, when your best friend suggested you go on a camping trip, you refused at first. And with much insistence on her part, you finally agreed. But the camping trip had turned bloody and deadly pretty quickly. You and your group had found yourself on a Wendigo hunting ground.

This encounter had changed your entire world. It opened your eyes to the underground world of hunting. Silent warriors that kept evil at bay at the risks of their own lives. Receiving no rewards and no gratitude. Not exactly a career you would have chosen for yourself. But as said previously, you couldn’t go back to your life and continue your existence as though you knew nothing of this world. Not after you had a glimpse of it.

“Don’t talk to me.” You said before Dean could utter a word as he walked into the kitchen. The sight of him alone, in his grey robe, his messy bed hair, was enough to irritate you.

“Well, someone’s cranky today.” Dean walked to the coffee pot.

“Well, someone needs to shut up.”

“Guys, please—” Sam sighed, sitting down next to you.

“She started it.” Dean replied to his brother.

“What are you? 12?” You shot back at him.

“I’m 12? What does that make you then?” Dean argued back.

Sam got up with his coffee and breakfast and left the kitchen. “Look, what you did? You made Sam run away. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Nah, that one’s not on me.” He sat across from you. “He ran away because of your ugly mug.”

“Is that the best you can come up with?” You said in a bored tone, taking another sip.

“Shut up.”

You hummed, nodding your head, “great come back.” You stood up, and moved to leave the room. “You look ridiculous in that robe, by the way.”

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#dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x plus sized!reader #dean winchester x fem!reader #siampie writes

[ghost-hotel]

The Fast and the Furious + Jenny Holzer

#mine #hi i had an idea and i had to make it a reality #the fast and the furious #tfatf #fast and furious #brian o'conner #carmovie #gripping you by the shoulders do you get it. do you understand. do you

[potatobugz]

"tiso gets rescued after his loss at the colosseum of fools and recovers from his injuries" type au but cloth is the one who finds him. i think they'd be buddies

#rambles #hollow knight #GAAH IM HAVING LOTS OF THOUGHTS ACTUALLY BUT I CANT SHARE MY DOODLES #grips you by the shoulders. do you understand my vision #hollow knight spoilers #kind of ? #this is specifically a timeline in which the knight doesnt talk 2 cloth at ancient basin & she happens to be at kindoms edge when he falls #i like... thiniing of happy endings for characters. i know their deaths in hk were like resolutions for their characters in a way #like cloth died fighting traitor lord with the knight & tisos death is supposed to be ironic #like what im getting at is that they have meaning within. the story? the game. ugh. i cant word my thoughts #this is turning into me gushing abt the story again (which ill always gladly do) but right now im going to let my brain #sit in a stew. #listen ok. bear with me. hear me out. okay #ill be back with doodles this i promise you

[clowningaroundmars]

i keep thinking about how in 1610 miles was p much haunted and followed by the number 42 (thanks to that one tumblr post, yknow the one) after his spider bite.

the bus seating capacity, the numbers that fell off into the streets after miles crashed into them, all those tiny lil details that followed him throughout his journey to becoming Spiderman

and i also wonder if miles42 was also haunted by numbers like 1610. maybe his neighbor down the block's address is 1610. maybe the dorm room capacity at visions is 161. maybe he always gets up at 6:10 am to get ready for the day....

anyways

*breaks down crying*

#spiderverse #mine #miles g morales #miles morales #on an unrelated note i watched a documentary back in hs #abt two chinese twin sisters who were separated at birth and reunited in adulthood #bc they were adopted out to diff families as babies #anyways when they reunited they spoke abt how they always felt like smthn was off their whole life #“like a piece of me was missing my whole life and i wasnt sure why” im p sure is what one of em said #so. yeah. #excuse me :) #im just having Morales Twins Feelings out of literally nowhere rn :))) #CRIES LOUDLY #i do Not want to write a whole morales twins au abt them being separated at birth or anythingggg #👀👀👀 #but yeah my god we need more family fics. we NEED THEM #and “twins separated at birth” is SUCH a good fucking trope im foaming at the mouth #grgrgrhrgrgrgrgrgr #imagine. not only do the boys carry this aching feeling of loneliness and emptiness with them everyday #but they literally Haunt Each Other thru their every single waking moment #*grips your shoulders* #DO YOU UNDERSTAND. DO YOU GET IT?!?!?!!? #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[always-a-joyful-note]

I don't think words can express how I absolutely love it when Riku yells at Tenn about something but also how much pain and suffering that gives me

#and on the other hand #i want to shake tenn whenever he gets too mean to riku but i also just want to hug him #anyway its the satisfaction of riku not being a perfect cinnamon roll AND not also being a stock brocon #like he adores and loves tenn but he also does NOT pull back on his verbal punches #*grips your shoulders seriously* #no i am serious do you not understand how much i love it when two characters love each other SO MUCH but still fight? #re:vale...the izumi bros...all of the groups #idolish7 #fandom spamdom #note's notes #nothing drives me more insane than that

[vampyretaemin]

literally all of the imagery taemin has used for guilty has been destruction and madness. the blackened wings and falling feathers and flames at metamorph. the asylum with cameras and bars and grasping hands in that one mnet stage. the ruined, burning house at the ngla performance. he has not once performed this song with the sole intention of being sexy and provocative. yes, the dance is sexy but thats not the whole point. this is not a Good song. it is about giving into temptation and being destroyed for it. it is about the horror of trusting others, of having that trust used against you and destroying you. being manipulated and ruined. playing this game of ruining your life, just for fun, and theres nothing you can do about it. and idk i am a little insane about it

#me gripping you on the shoulders and shaking you. DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. #wish i could do that to everyone lol #personal #taem analysis

[onlyfangz]

actually no i want to talk about parallels in oppression more. obviously different kinds of oppressions arent always going to be 1:1, but more often than not when you speak to other marginalised people who dont share all of your marginalisations, you will find common ground more often than not.

ive had black people connect with me over feeling pressured to use a more socially acceptable accent when not in my lower class neighbourhood, ive had south east asian people connect with me over my transness and looking noticeably Other in public, ive had people with speech impediments connect with my ADHD and lack of ability to articulate myself when overstimulated, ive had deaf people connect with my APD and the social anxiety that comes along with not understanding whats being said to you, ive had brown and eastern european immigrants connect with my queerness and feeling unwelcome in public spaces.

we can sit and bellyache all day about """them""" not """getting it""" but if you actually talk to regular every day people, you realise, shock, horror, "outsiders" of your community are people too, and bigotry often isnt clever or unqiue between communities. we are so obsessed with identity politics nowadays, and we clutch our pearls at the mere thought of two people of different marginalisations being able to relate to each other, and it leads to such a paranoia about being the perfect ally to every group youre not in, instead of just mucking down the shit together. wtf happened to "ill scratch your back and you scratch mine?" at the end of the day, the black man gunned down by the police isnt any less dead than the trans person murdered by their one night stand isnt any less dead than the disabled person "mercy killed" by their "caregiver" isnt any less dead than the chinese person killed over covid panic isnt any less dead than the poor man whos government let them die in the gutter isnt any less dead than the asylum seeker who was forced to drown in the sea.

do you understand?

#charlie.txt #[gripping you by the shoulders real tight] if you read too much into this and atart talking about shit i never said im going to bash our #heads together until our brains leak out our ears do you get me? #basically people have forgotten how to be normal and relate to others #i dont understand the black experience but i can sure as shit understand how much it sucks to switch your natural way of speaking for the #comfort of others #[as an example] #'i get it' can be just as powerful as 'i dont understand but ill help where i can'