#and so I was readying up on tips for trying

[miaoua3]

RIDING SEUNCHEOL'S FACE LIKE FULL-BLOWN SITTING AND GRINDING ON IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH

YUUUUUUUP PREACH IT GURLLL YOU COULDNT TELL ME CHEOL ISNT A CERTIFIED MUNCH OHMYLORD THE NASTINESS THAT IM ABOUT TO WRITE OOOF-

Sit On It

Pairing: bf! scoups x f!reader

Genre: the nastiest smut i will probably ever write (MDNI), face sitting, praise, power play (slight), cunnulingus

Description: you make cheol’s terrible day so so much better by finally fulfilling his biggest fantasy-you sitting on his face.

Note: hyperventilating just by thinking about sitting on his beautiful face, eyebrows furrowed, big arms wrapped around my thighs- UNHOLY THOUGHTS BEGONE XJAJAKANNSOQJAIA (also, not proofread, as per usual💔)

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here’s the thing-a lot of things that you and cheol did in the bedroom was relatively new to you, considering that your previous lovers (if you can even call them that by the lack of effort they put) were selfish and conceded. so when you two started dating, and eventually sleeping together, it was surprising to experience being with someone who was so��giving, almost catering to all of your needs.

that man, if he could, he would spend every waking moment of his between your legs, either lapping and licking and sucking on your sweet pussy, or pounding into it with the force that makes the whole bed move, never mind your body.

still, there was one thing you two still have yet to try. something he has expressed he would love to do-or, well, for you to do to him.

or rather to his face.

naturally, he respected your wishes and you saying ‘no’ to his proposal. but you could see how pouty he turns every time he tries to ask if maybe you have changed your mind yet, only for you to vigorously shake your head.

it’s not that you don’t want to, it’s just…

it’s one thing to have him lay between your legs, lapping on your juices and make you soak both his face and his sheets.

it’s an entirely different thing to have that control over him-over the situation- and just grind on his face, to make yourself cum all over it, when usually he’s the one to usually make you cream all over his face.

and you thought your answer wouldn’t change. not for a while at least.

…well. about that.

you just felt so bad. he came back from work visibly under stress, his thick eyebrows set in a frown so deep they were almost touching.

he barely said anything to you, a clear sign that one wrong word could set him off, hence why he’s avoiding any conversation that could leas up to that.

he immediately locked himself up in the shower for a while, before he came back and went directly to your room, laying flatly on his back. his naked chest rose up and down in shallow and stressed sighs, face hidden in the elbow of his arm that he threw over his gorgeous face.

he just looked so…tense, you felt like you had to do something.

and so, before you knew it, you let your shorts and panties hit the floor, your (actually, cheol’s) shirt following next.

he was just laying there, deep in thought, that he didn’t ever hear you walk across the room, didn’t even pay too much attention to the mattress dipping under your weight as you crawled towards him.

it was only when you forcefully removed his arm from his face that he was ready to say something, mean things to snap at you just on the tip of his tongue immediately dying the moment he registered your nakedness.

at first, he was ready to decline your offer, ready to say that he wouldn’t be too gentle on you right now if you two decided to have sex, that he would use you rather than love you. and that is something he wouldn’t allow to happen, not with you.

but then.

instead of straddling his hips, you went ahead and put your other leg.

on the other side of his shoulder.

cheol just stares up at you, at your gorgeous body, an angle making him both salivate and his lips completely dry, your sweet pussy that he loved more than almost anything in this world hovering over his chin, so close yet so far away.

cheol followed the trail that is your body-your wetness right in front of his eyes, followed by your soft tummy, the curves of your waist connecting right into your chest where your soft and bouncy tits stood proudly, and lastly your visibly shy and nervous face.

he could feel himself panting already, ready to actually suffocate under your weight if you would so kindly let him. but despite his urges and needs, he waited. waited for you to make the first move.

waited for you to take control.

gulping one last time, in low and raspy voice you asked him one final question.

“still want me to sit on it, baby?”

and so here you were, head thrown back as the moans flew freely out of your mouth. almost like an instinct, like an animal, you were unconsciously grinding all over his face, your juices smeared all over his mouth, cheeks, and even nose. and yet, cheol just continued to lap on your pussy like a good boy that he was.

he was so so loud as well, you can’t honestly remember if you have ever heard him be so vocal, maybe even more vocal than you. his groans were bordering on animalistic ones, vibrations coming from his mouth traveling through your pussy, through your quivering tummy and shaky chest, all the way to your ears.

his big and strong arms were strongly wrapped around your thighs, locking them in place, so even if you wanted to move, cheol wouldn’t allow you to.

your hands were so indecisive, going from strongly holding onto the headboard, to leaning back on one, hand pressed into his chest that was tight from the lack of the air, while the other was holding onto his hair, pulling on it as you were grinding all over his beautiful face.

you peaked over your tits to look at his face, only to see his eyes closed in pleasure, eyebrows now furrowed in pure ecstasy instead of anger. you notice his eyes trying to open for a second, only for them to roll back into his head the moment you circle your hips again.

and the noises-god, it was so loud and nasty, it was all the more turn on.

you were just moving your hips, sometimes back and forth, properly grinding on his hungry lips, sometimes just making circular motions, smearing your precum all over his face.

which he seems to like so much, as every time you did it, you could feel his hips buckle upwards into the air and his moans travel through your pussy.

his tongue was splitting your lips apart before dipping inside your hole, collecting your sweetness on his tongue before swallowing it, the tip of his tongue then lapping at your clit for a second before doing it all over again. you swore, it almost looked like he was passionately making out, except it was with your pussy and not with you.

you were worried that you might be too heavy, that you were suffocating him, but that seems to be exactly what he wanted, as any time you tried to raise your hips a bit and let him breathe, he would just harshly pull you back down, a sound somewhere between disapproval and warning leaving him before he goes back to being a moaning mess.

it actually came so naturally to you- being in control. you weren’t even aware just how much control you had over him right at this moment. you were the one that set the pace, the one that used your hold on his hair to move his face in the direction that you wanted him to, the one who was a babbling mess, words like “such a good boy for me” and “fuck, just like that, baby, you do it so good” involuntarily leaving your mouth.

and cheol, just like a good boy you claimed he was, took whatever you gave him.

he was so lost in the pleasure, that he didn’t even notice just how close he was to cumming untouched until your hips started buckling out of control as well, moans getting breathier the closer you were getting to creaming all over his face.

before you knew it, you harshly pulled on his hair to push his face further into your pussy as you threw your head back, a loud scream escaping you as you reached your orgasm and came all over his face, your cum smearing all over his lips and chin as he tried to clean it all up, to swallow it, to lose himself in the pleasure for just a bit longer.

after you became sensitive, you recoiled away from his touch, finally being able to lift your hips away from his face and let him breathe again.

upon you lifting yourself up, cheol uses his newfound to take one deep breath, shakily filling his lungs with fresh air. he wasn’t even aware of just how oxygen deprived he was until he tried looking up at you only for everything to become very very blurry for him.

you two just stayed like that for a minute or so, both looking at each other as your chests were heaving.

and as you were looking at each other, a clear agreement was concluded between you two as you two were trying to come back to your sanities.

fuck, we are going back from this.

[revelboo]

I know big metal bug husbands are angry, but may we have some domestic, or as domestic, pieces of holding sparklings and being soft? Also rip mc’s since they’re getting sparked all the time, but how many sparklings do they end up since the spicy swarm snippet made them over a dozen or so. 💀

These kids are pretty much feral at this point right after the human figures out the new Insecticons are actually their kids

Domestic-Swarm

Insecticons x Reader

• Head tipped back and heart racing, you watch your youngest crawl across the ceiling of the hive. At least, you think it’s your youngest. They’re smaller than the others. After your idiot husbands got caught and Kickback had caved and admitted that the tiny Insecticons were all your kids, and you’d finished screaming at them while the ‘kids’ gathered to watch, you’re trying to make up for accidentally ignoring the kids you had no idea you had. All thirty-two of them. Though, Bombshell and Shrapnel hadn’t seemed all that certain making you pretty sure they’d lost count and have no idea how many there are.

• “They won’t fall, little queen,” Kickback says, watching you following along underneath the sparkling, hands out like you’re ready to catch the mass displaced youngling if they do fall. Five more are out of alt mode, wobbling along on their peds behind you, one clinging to your leg. After getting permission to interact with you, the swarm pretty much follows you around. Several more are watching and a couple are in their alt modes climbing the walls. Doesn’t understand your worry, but likes watching you fuss over your young. Servos flexing as his spike stirs thinking about giving you more.

• Venting as he spots you and follows your stare to the ceiling and a sparkling, Bombshell vents and sets down the box of mini energon cubes. “Fuel,” he calls out and the swarm’s attention swings his way, rushing him to squabble over the cubes. “Insecticons don’t fall,” he adds, watching a bigger youngling shove its smallest sibling away from the energon with a warbling hiss. Figuring out a hierarchy among themselves.

• “Or have manners,” you mutter, reaching to pick up the smaller kid and settle him on your hip before wading into the middle of the fighting sparklings to pick up a cube and offer it to him. Amused, Shrapnel shakes his head at you. This is how they get stronger. Fighting for survival. “They’re like feral cats,” you add sounding exasperated as you use a foot to slide two fighting sparklings apart, both younglings looking up at you in confusion and warbling. Before immediately attacking each other again. Play fighting.

• “They’re not human, human,” Shrapnel growls and you narrow your eyes at him. Does he really think you don’t realize that? Human babies don’t crawl up walls or hiss at each other. Or have sharp little denta. They’re worse than cats. Bending you snag another of your kids around the waist, hearing them wail a protest. “You’re making them soft, soft.” Turning to give him a look that promises no sex, you struggle with the weight of the two kids. Because you’re over this and your idiot husbands have been letting your kids run wild while not even bothering to tell you that you had kids.

• “Stop biting your siblings,” you snap as one of the sparklings hisses, arms flailing to get away and you hug them against your side. And you turn your exasperated face Kickback’s way. “What’s this one’s name?” And he freezes, looking at Bombshell in question and you go still. “That better be an ‘I don’t remember’ look, not a ‘we didn’t even bother to name any of our thirty something kids’ look,” you whisper, voice low and furious to make his antenna flatten back, wings tucking close to his frame.

[jsbluu]

just the tip? | r.hirota

➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader

➨ genre: smut

➨ word count: 1.1k

➨ warnings: none other than him and reader being FREAKS

➨ a/n: writing for maki again.. was gonna post this tomorrow but i Had to get this out. also pierced myself again hehe 「(°ヘ°) pt.2 perhaps..

you should’ve known it would come to this. maki had been staring at you all night like he was ready to devour you (spoiled: he was!). it started with an innocent kiss, but of course that’s never enough for him. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, plotting you right on his lap, and kissed you til your lips were pink and swollen.

then it turned to him grinding his hips up against yours, his hands gripping your waist like you were about to run away from him. you could feel his member twitching through his jeans everytime you’d press yourself a little too hard against him, and it only made you want him more.

that’s when you really feel him, really feel him. and he’s big. bigger than expected.. and that’s because you already knew the rest of him was huge. his height, his hands, his shoulders. but this.. this was different.

“maki..” you whisper, pulling back just enough to look at him.

his hands slide under your shirt and up your bare back, his eyes dark, basically pleading.

“we can stop.” he says, his voice a little raspy. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

you nod, trying to breath, but you’re completely soaked. you’ve never needed him this badly, and if you don’t get fucked within the next 5 minutes you’re going to lose your mind.

you shift your hips a bit and he groans, his eye rolling back and his head falling against the couch,

“.. what if” he almost pants, looking up at you through half lidded eyes, his voice cracking, “just the tip?”

he’s so desperate, you could almost moan at the sight. his glossy eyes and pink cheeks, completely fucked out expression and you haven’t done anything father than kissing him. he’s cooked.

you nod before he can think, and he curses under his breath when he realizes what’s about to happen.

“just the tip.” he promises again, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. (he’s lying)

he pulls you off his lap and effortlessly lays you down on his bed, your body trembling with need.

you watch as he slips his shirt off, his completely toned chest has the slightest layer of sweat and you wanna lick it off. he smiles when he sees you watching him, and he wants to say something cocky so bad but it’s hard to think when he has the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen underneath him.

“can i?” he asks softly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart pound against your chest.

you nod and his hands slip your shirt off, leaving you in just your pretty lace bra you wore especially for him. he bites his bottom lip softly, like he’s holding himself back.

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers as he leans down and trails kisses from the middle of your chest down to your navel. he looks up at you, silently asking permission once again. you give him the green light and he unties your sweatpants, slipping them off your legs. you both giggle at how much he’s struggling to pull them off, like he can’t wait any longer. he really can’t.

he lets out a groan when he sees your matching panties, makes him think, was she planning for this to happen? but he could care less about that right now, he just wanted you.

he quickly sits up and takes off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. your eyes widen when you see how truly big he is, his tip already leaking with precum, and you have no idea how that’s gonna fit in you.

you don’t even have to say anytime before hips lips are back on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’s trying to take over you. his hands invade all over your body, trailing down to your soaked panties and cupping you in just the right places. you let out a soft moan against his lips and it immediately goes to his cock, twitching against his thigh.

“ready for more..?” he whispers, one of his hands sliding down to stroke himself, his precum dripping down his hands at this point.

you nod, unable to form words. all you can do is feel.

he teases your entrance with his cock, rubbing his tip against the lacy fabric of your panties. the feeling of the lace against his already sensitive tip makes him go insane, he could cum right there if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. he needed to be in you.

he teases you a few seconds longer before moving your panties to the side, moaning at the sight when he finally sees you in full.

“so wet for me” he mumbles under his breath, his finger swiped against you and he brings it up to his lips, popping it into his mouth. you’d usually be embarrassed by this and want to hide, but you’re way too turned on to care.

he rubs your entrance with his tip, his breath becoming shakier as it slides just past your folds. the pressure builds and builds as he slides into you, watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

you gasp, trying to hold still, but your body betrays you and your hips involuntarily buck up, wanting more.

“f-fuck, don’t move” he says desperately, doing everything he can to not push himself fully into you and fuck you til you forget your name.

even with just the tip you feel so full, you can’t imagine how it would feel if he was fully inside you right now. but you know it’s not the right time, and this would have to suffice.

maki curses under his breath, barely breathing and gripping your waist like he’s afraid to move.

“shit.. fuck you’re so tight” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sucking in air through his teeth. “don’t move.. don’t move yet please”

you nod helplessly, trying to adjust, but you’re clenching around him like a vice, beyond desperate for more. you instinctively shift your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, and he accidentally slides into you another inch. the guttural whimper that rips from his throat nearly kills you.

“baby” he whispers, voice cracked and sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

you whimper, clenching around him again and your whole body filling with need.

“maki” you moan, your voice barely able to make out any legible sounds besides his name.

“fuck it.” he almost growls against your collarbone, and he’s thrusting up into you. he bottoms out into you, stretching you so full in a way you’d never imagine to be in your life. you cry out and claw at his back, completely overwhelmed by how good it feels.

it was definitely not just the tip anymore. not even close.

© jsbluu | please do not copy, reupload, or translate my work.

[tobesolnelyx]

"Still panting, but already ready for round two."

So round 2 ? Shauna fucking R senseless from the bed to the bathroom, bending R over every surface to the point where R don't even have any strength to move, twist, whine or moan, just lying motionless, the cum just pour out naturally

— she keeps me up || fratboy!shauna shipman x fem!reader 🐶

a/n: arghhh i need her so bad.

summary: shauna fucks you hard. her libido is insane!

warnings: NSFW - MDNI. g!p shauna. dom!shauna. reader!receiving. smut. porn without plot.

She muffles your giggles with a fierce kiss, capturing your lips hungrily. A small sound escapes from the back of your throat when her hot, wet tongue slides into your mouth.

You’re almost certain you’re soaking through your jeans at this point.

Your hands tighten in her hair, pulling her as close as possible. She nips at your bottom lip, and her cock brushes against your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine.

You try to reach for her, to wrap your fingers around her length and pump, but she easily pins your wrists to the mattress with one hand.

Obviously, she’s been working out. If you asked her, she’d say it’s absolutely necessary when you’re on the soccer team, right? And the fact that her girlfriend is practically drooling over the abs? Just… a nice bonus.

You wrap your legs around her hips, trying to grind against her length—still soft from the last orgasm—but she almost painfully presses your thighs to the sheets, stopping your movement.

You whine, pouting at the loss of friction, and pull back.

“Asshole—” you start, but before you can even finish the thought, she peels your jeans and panties off in one rough move. She pins you again, grinning wickedly at the sight of your swollen, dripping cunt.

“All of this for me?” she teases, raising a brow in mock surprise. “God, you made such a mess, babe,” she shakes her head, clearly enjoying herself.

You furrow your brows, about to snap something back, but she shuts you up by shoving two fingers into your soaked pussy. She stretches you effortlessly (as if you hadn’t taken her dick a million times before) and you cry out at the sensation.

Your hand grips her forearm tightly as she pumps in and out, pushing deeper with every thrust. The room fills with your needy whines, the slick sounds of your wetness growing louder with each movement. And just as you’re finally tipping over the edge —

She stops.

“Seriously, Shipman?” you groan desperately, arching your back and bucking your hips, silently begging her to move again.

She just shrugs. You open your mouth, ready to call her a dickhead, but then she grips you and flips you onto your stomach.

She presses your face into the pillow and you whimper into the fabric, clutching the sheets so tightly your knuckles turn white.

Shauna positions herself behind you, adjusts your hips, and strokes herself a few times, smearing pre-cum along the length of her hardening cock.

“C’mon.” She teases. Her hands land on your hips—and without warning, she pushes herself deep inside you in one swift, brutal thrust. She let out a satisfied groan. “Y’know im going to make you feel good, babe.”

You moan, nearly forgetting how to breathe. Your knees give out under you, but she holds you firmly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she groans, bottoming out inside you. She draws her hips back and drives in again, so deep you sob into the pillow, your whole body shaking.

Finally, she finds a rhythm—slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. Her cock pounds into you, already slick from your arousal. The bed creaks and slams against the wall, but neither of you care.

“Such a fucking good girl,” she breathes, sinking into you again. Her grip on your hips tightens, and she thrusts so deep you fall apart right there. You cry out her name into the pillow as you cum, juices gushing around her cock, your legs trembling helplessly.

It’s embarrassing how quickly you unravel for her.

And she’s nowhere near finished with you.

She scoops you up easily and carries you to the bathroom. She hasn’t even come yet—and you know damn well she plans to, after she ruins you completely.

She sets you down on the sink and immediately drops to her knees to bury her face between your legs. Her tongue plunges into your slick folds and you wrap your legs around her shoulders, still trembling from your last orgasm but already teetering on the edge of another.

She nips at your clit, her tongue darting quick and relentless strokes before thrusting deep inside you. You squirm, moaning shamelessly, your head falling back to thud against the mirror.

“Fuck, Shauna, I—” you gasp, your legs trembling so violently you can barely keep yourself upright on the sink. Your fingers tangle in her hair, grinding desperately against her face.

When she finally pulls back to look at you, her chin, lips, and even the tip of her nose are glistening, completely soaked in your juices.

You let out a broken moan at the sight—and then she dives back in without hesitation, burying her face in your folds again. Her tongue moves with new, ravenous energy, making you breathless, making you sob her name into the steamy bathroom air.

And when she finally adds her fingers—slipping two, then three deep inside you—it’s over.

You shatter instantly, your body arching off the sink, toes curling, a scream tearing from your throat. Holy shit, you’re so responsive for her it’s almost embarrassing.

You’re dripping, wrecked and trembling when she grabs you again—like you weigh nothing—and hauls you across the apartment.

She lays you out on the kitchen table, not even pretending to be gentle anymore. Not like she doesn’t love you. She does. She just needs to shove her dick back into you.

Your skin sticks slightly to the cold surface, your thighs slick and shaking as she towers over you, stroking herself slowly, teasing, making sure you see just how hard she is. And Jesus — her cock looks like on the edge of exploding.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, voice thick with lust. “Fucking perfect and so good for me.”

She pushes your knees apart, lining herself up—and with one rough thrust, she’s inside you again, knocking all the air from your lungs.

The table creaks under you as she sets a brutal rhythm, fucking into you with sharp, deep strokes that leave you gasping and helpless beneath her. Her balls slams against your entrance.

Her hands clamp down on your hips to hold you still, bruising in the best possible way and she watches you fall apart over and over again—your body offered up completely for her.

She finally cums with a deep, guttural groan, burying herself as deep as she can and flooding your insides with thick, hot spurts of cum.

She growls low in her throat at the sight of you—spread out across the table, completely wrecked. A single tear slips from the corner of your eye, sliding down your cheek, and you don’t even have the strength to moan, whimper, or speak.

Your voice is ruined just like the rest of you.

Her cum drips lazily out of your puffy stretched cunt, trailing down your thighs, smearing the wood beneath you. You’re nothing but a trembling, hot mess—fucked out in every possible way.

And judging by the way she smiles—slow, cocky, stroking her dick lazily as she watches her cum leak from you hole—?

She’s still not done.

[awosofavs]

take a break

LW6

summary: reader gets overwhelmed whilst cooking and leah comforts her

a/n : i am really trying to post a bit more so that perhaps my writing improves. i still find writing incredibly difficult and it’s deffo not my strong suit but i like it as a creative outlet so i hope you enjoy!

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you pushed your head into leah’s shoulder, not wanting to face anything about the world. she noticed you but didn’t bring it up, sitting in the comfort of you in her arms.

“baby I have training in an hour and you have work we need to get up” you didn’t say anything just made an annoyed seeming sound into her neck. “i know i know but we need to get up”

“i don’t think i can do today” you sighed lifting your head just enough to say the words before setting your head back in her shoulder.

“love we can be back in our rightful positions in exactly 12 hours it’s okay”

“TWELVE HOURS” you wrapped your arms around her, not letting her slip away. she stroked circles into your back and slowly tried to coax you off of her.

“i promise it’ll be over before you know it and it’s taco night! you love making us tacos” you finally let her slip away from you. “good, come bathroom” she smiled and walked into the bathroom to start brushing her teeth. you quickly followed behind. missing the warmth of her body. you picked up your toothbrush, applied toothpaste and started brushing.

“i assume you want your tacos as per usual, plain boring no sauce?” you laughed.

“you know me so well” she smiled whilst grabbing her clothes and slipping into them. you let your gaze linger on her for a second before going to grab your own clothes. she often left just like that, no makeup just her in her clothes with her hair in a messy ponytail but you however had to do a bit more.

“le do you have to leave so soon?” you pouted looking up at her from the dressing table you had sat on. she draped her arms over your shoulders and set a gentle kiss on your head.

“yes love but i’ll be back i promise” she grabbed her bag and then walked towards the door “i love you beautiful” you smiled.

“i love you too lele” you finished up getting ready and then went to work. nothing fancy, not like leah anyways. you were just a barista in a cafe nearby. the hours were long and sometimes hard but you loved it really, you enjoyed making the art on people’s coffees and memorising facial features of new returning customers. you loved chatting the the same old guy who came in for a flat white everyday and finding out how his nieces are doing in their own arsenal academy. you had talked to him ever since you started working there, he was a massive arsenal fan and took a specific liking to when you ended up dating arsenals own, leah williamson. he would always tip you an extra 5 pounds to buy yourself and her some flowers for the kitchen.

after a long shift you finally clocked out and headed home, you still had 2 hours until leah got home from training which should’ve given you pleanty of time to cook and even clean up the house. your plans were quickly ruined though.

It started out fine. you grabbed the chicken from the freezer and put it into a frying pan with a bit of oil. then you grabbed the seasoning, you had to be very careful with this as leah would notice if there was even the teeniest bit too much. this is when the first bit of tragedy struck. as you tipped the seasoning into the pan the lid fell off, drowning the chicken in spice. it took you a few seconds to re-centre yourself and not lose control. you had felt on the verge all day and were quickly approaching a breakdown.

You got a new pan and decided to leave this chicken completely plain, it hurt you a bit inside but that’s okay you would get over it. you poured oil into the pan as usual and left the chicken in there. you then walked over to the fridge to grab the salad to make pico de gallo, your absolute favourite. You started chopping the cucumber peppers and tomato and found yourself getting more and more frustrated at how none of the pieces were small enough. nothing you did tonight seemed fine. as you were caught up in cutting the cucumbers you had completely forgotten about the chicken on max heat. by this point it had completely burnt as was pretty unsalvageable so you broke. tears flooding down your cheeks as you stare at the ruined food. You turned the stove off and ran up to your and leah’s shared room where you stayed in a ball.

you had no idea how long you where there for but whilst you were too busy being a mess leah had came in and had smelt burning.

“love what’s going on why can i smell burning?” she realised you weren’t in the kitchen and rushed to check if the stove was still on but found it switched off “y/n?!?” she shouted, getting increasingly worried by the state of the kitchen, you rarely left the kitchen a mess, your room? sure but the kitchen was always nice. she ran up to your room and saw you there in a ball. “love?” she whispered as she came to take you in her arms and attempt to open you out of the ball you had squoze yourself into. she saw your tear stained cheeks and left a soft kiss on your forehead. “what’s going on?”

you sniffled “the chicken the seasoning fell and then the second burnt and the salad was too thick and then i couldn’t get it small enough” you went on and on and eventually burst into tears and hid your face in her neck. similarly to this morning she sat there and rubbed small circles into your back. a method she knew soothed you.

“shh baby it’s okay, how about we order food tonight? no stress. you do so much for me one night of ordering in will be alright” she put brought you up to be facing her and kissed you. you didn’t say anything in return you just nodded.

a few moments passed of her just sat with you when you finally said “i’m sorry love, everything got so overwhelming and nothing was working and i just got so stressed. i promise ill make tacos tomorrow” the guilt forming in your chest.

“i am just as happy with a home cooked meal as i am with any takeaway as long as you’re here with me love” she smiled and then grabbed her phone “so what do you want?”

“pizza” you mumbled before digging your head back into her neck and staying there. she ordered the pizza and then layed back on the bed, holding you in her arms.

“take a break love, let me handle things tonight” she helped you slip out of your work clothes that you hadn’t changed out of and put you in a pair of her baggy shorts and one of her hoodies that you love. she laid you back on the bed and struggled out of your grip but once she managed to get out she went and cleaned the whole kitchen up before grabbing your favourite drink (a cherry pepsi max) and bringing it up to you.

“pizza will be here in a second love i’ll go and grab it. make yourself comfy” and you did. she brought the pizza up and you devoured it taking in the comfort of being in her arms.

she finished up eating and said “i love you, whether it’s when your sad, happy, making your incredible food for me, sat cuddled up to me eating pizza, angry or even being annoying i love you and i will love you forever.

[differenteagletragedy]

Heyyy !!

So i had an idea.

Since Simon doesn’t celebrate birthdays at all, let’s imagine a world where reader’s birthday comes before his.

How would he react?

I thought that maybe he would ignore it just like anyone else’s birthday which would sadden reader A HELL LOT.

I absolutely live for angst so I believe that Simon would be crushed once he realizes his mistake and try to fix it.

Anyway, I hope that was understandable! Your writing is so good, I’m a 100% sure you’ll turn this into a masterpiece !

THANK YOU!??!!?! I live for the angst too, big big time, I hope you like it!!!

Simon keeps a watchful eye on you as you get ready for a night out with friends. He watches you do your hair and makeup, slide into a tight little dress, and it's a pleasant sight to see, but something's off. There's a tenseness in your shoulders, and he can't figure out the source.

"Everything all right?" he asks from his spot on the bed while you move to the closet to find a pair of shoes.

"Yep," you answer in a tone that tells him that everything is not, in fact, all right.

He stands, making his way to you, and you still when he puts his hands on your hips, pulling you so that your back rests against his chest.

"Can't fix the problem if I don't know what it is, love."

"The problem," you tell him, sliding around to face him, "is that I'm going to be late if you keep being handsy."

He lets you slip away from him.

Later that night, when you come home, you're buzzed enough to be honest but not enough to be belligerent about it. He meets you at the door, kneels to take your shoes off for you, and you begin.

"I'm sad."

He sets the shoes down and stands, taking your hands in his, and says, "Well, we can't have that, now can we?"

"It's my birthday," you tell him.

"As of midnight, yes."

"... You knew?"

There's hurt in your eyes, and Simon understands immediately that he's played this all wrong, but he's still trying to work out where exactly he failed.

"'Course I knew," he answers truthfully. "I know everything about you."

"Then why didn't you say anything? My friends took me out for my birthday, and you ... you didn't even say anything. You didn't want to come. Why not?"

"Because I knew you'd have more fun with your friends than you'd have with me."

It's another truth, but it's just the tip of the iceberg.

You sigh, then drop one of his hands, taking the other and leading him to the couch. You've been together long enough that he knows what this is -- you've just realized you've uncovered another piece of Simon Riley that is a little bit peculiar, and you want to talk it out.

"So here's the thing," you begin, sitting next to him. "I love you. I love being around you. And I want to be around you on my birthday."

He fights against the din that begins immediately in his mind -- the too-loud thoughts about how he doesn't deserve this understanding, doesn't deserve your kindness, doesn't deserve you, and he tries to speak.

Nothing comes out.

It's too many things, too many mistakes. It's the deep-seated feeling that plagued him at the beginning of the relationship, that quietened over time but is now back in full force, screaming through the silence in the room and making the patience in your stare painful: he's not cut out for this.

Finally, in a small, defeated voice, he says, "I was going to tell you happy birthday."

You pull him into a hug, then push him down until he's half-laying on the couch, his head in your lap and your fingers running through his hair. He closes his eyes, part of him waiting for this to be the final straw for you and part of him knowing, somehow, that you love him too much to let him go.

"Listen," you say softly, "I know sometimes you feel like you're not enough. But I need you to know that you are, ok? You're more than enough for me, Simon, you're everything. And that means spending birthdays with me and holidays and good times and bad times and everything else that makes up a life, because I want to share my life with you. Is that what you want?"

He can't say it in words, he doesn't know any that would suffice. He tries to say it in actions, in the way he gives you the first cup of tea, how he scrapes the ice off your windshield when it frosts and how he stops the radio in the car on your favorite songs, even when he can't stand them. He tries to press it into you too, through his hands and his mouth when he holds you.

Now, in the moment, he nods, his head still resting in your lap, and he hopes you can feel everything else. How hard he tries.

Your touch turns softer, and you pause to lean down and press a soft kiss on his temple.

"So tell me."

He hesitates, then turns to lay on his back so that he can look up at you. He feels the corners of his mouth tug upwards into a smile, small but genuine. It still feels strange, even after all these months, like a muscle that's never quite developed. It aches a little less every time.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," he says.

[silens-oro]

Hold on to the Thread (Well Enough Alone Companion Piece)

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Andrew "Pope" Cody x f!Reader (nicknamed Hawk) Prologue Cut the Loss (companion piece) Part I Part II Chicken Hawk (companion piece) Part III Part IV Trespassing (companion piece) Part V Part VI Slowly We Unfurl (companion piece)

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General Synopsis: Hawk and Pope have a discussion regarding kids of their own. Word Count: 1.4k Content Warning: talks of having kids & pregnancy. Spoilers for A Cure for Wellness? AN: I am child-free to the bone, but Pope does something to me, man. I'D CONSIDER IT FOR A BRIEF SECOND IS ALL I'M SAYING 🫢 please comment & reblog :)

“She’s seven. You put her in front of a TV all day. Maybe she’s trying to get your attention.” Pope pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Got any other parenting tips for me, man?” Baz asked rhetorically, but Pope -in Pope fashion- still answered him.

“Yeah, I know kids don’t like it when you scream at them.”

“You know what, Pope? Why don’t you figure out your own shit before telling me how to raise my kid?” Baz snapped.

“Her mother left and you’re banging some woman she’s never seen before in her mother’s bedroom. It’s not Lena’s fault that your girlfriend doesn’t like your kid, Baz.” It was harsh, but it needed to be said.

“You don’t know shit and you never will.” Baz said defensively. “Do you get that? No one's ever gonna have a kid with you. You think Hawk wants that? Give me a break, man. She already raised Julia’s kid. You think she wants to raise yours too?” She’s raising yours, Pope wanted to say, but knew it wouldn’t help anything. If anything, Baz would cut his time with Lena out of spite, so he kept his mouth shut. 

“Come on, Lena. Let’s go.” Was the only thing Pope ground out in response before escorting his niece out to his truck.

Pope would never outright express it to anyone, but what Baz said earlier in the day really bothered him. The thought lingered, burrowing itself in him like a parasite that couldn’t be removed. Hawk could tell Pope was stuck in his head as they lounged on the couch, watching some horror movie where a young stockbroker went to a wellness facility in the Swiss Alps to bring his company’s CEO back to New York. There were eels involved. It was…a lot. 

When he came back to the house with Lena earlier in the afternoon, he was off. He brushed off any of Hawk’s attempts to get him to talk, so she gave him his space. He’d talk to her when he was ready. Now that Lena had been put to bed for the night, they decided to throw a movie on and relax, but Pope was doing the opposite of relaxing and that in itself was not letting Hawk relax.

Pope’s hand had been absentmindedly rubbing Hawk’s waist, then moving over to her stomach where he’d lay his palm flat against it for a while, moving up or down ever so slightly just below her belly button, before going back to her waist. The more she noticed it, the weirder it felt because he kept doing it as the movie went on when that wasn’t something he did previously. 

“You alright?” Hawk tilted her head up from her spot notched in his side as he brought his hand to her stomach once again. This time she raised a brow at him. 

“Fine,” Pope’s voice was clipped and he cleared his throat, breaking free of whatever was going on in his head. He looked down at Hawk then back to the movie. His other hand tapped on the sofa’s armrest, a tick Hawk picked up on that he had when something wasn’t quite right. “Is that an eel?” Pope asked, his face scrunching at the screen.

“There’s been eels, Andy. They’ve been in the water and now they’re growing inside of the patients. Where have you been for the last hour?” She asked with a laugh, not wanting to stir the pot, but definitely wanting to know what was going on with him. He got a pained look on his face and Hawk knew right then that something was bothering him. Hawk grasped the hand on her stomach in hers and held it up to her chest, tenderly kissing his forearm. “Something’s up with you. You can talk to me.” She encouraged softly.

“I don’t want to scare you off.” Hawk wanted to laugh so badly at that, but she knew that if she did -not with the intention of being mean about it- he’d close up like a goddamn clamshell. So she kept it in, biting her lip to ground herself so it didn’t slip out accidentally. 

“You won’t. I promise.” He analyzed Hawk for a moment before nodding to himself. She gave him all the time and patience to gather his thoughts so he could say what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it. 

“Have you ever thought of…having kids of your own?” He intentionally left the ‘with me’ out of the equation. He didn’t look at Hawk when he asked it, feeling much too vulnerable at the question even leaving the confines of his mind. Hawk blinked, not expecting that to be what was bothering him, but the question combined with his handsy mannerisms that night suddenly made total sense to Hawk. 

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, her fingers playing with Pope’s. “I think at one point maybe I had the urge, ya know? Right after J started going to school. I missed having him with me all the time and the thought did cross my mind, but I was nowhere near a stable enough relationship with anyone to even consider it. But it’s been a long time since I felt that way.” 

“Would you ever reconsider it?” His voice was so quiet, like he was afraid if it was any louder, it would shatter the confines of the conversation. He tried to sound blasé, like her answer wouldn’t bother him one way or the other, but he had to know. Baz’s voice rang over and over in his head and it was eating him alive from the inside out. 

Hawk felt Pope’s stomach clench and the arm he had around her twitched in her hold. She only held onto him tighter to let him know she wasn’t running from the conversation. 

“I feel like I’m a little late in life for that now,” Hawk answered honestly. “-but I’m not completely closed off to it. There are some aspects to pregnancy that scare the shit out of me though. I was there when Julia had J and both pregnancy and childbirth are…traumatizing.” 

“Women your age have kids all the time.” Hawk shifts on the sofa, looking up at Pope with curiosity in her eyes. “You’re not old by any means.” He pushed and winced again when he realized how that sounded. Hawk squeezed his hand to let him know that he was fine.  

“What’s got you so worked up about kids? Do you want them?” She didn’t ask him in a judgmental way, merely out of genuine curiosity. They’ve never broached the subject, but his shift with Lena, and J in more recent times, was noticeable to her. Very much so. 

“I used to think a kid didn’t deserve a father like me and the fucked up life I would give them. They didn’t deserve what I would pass on to them, this shit I have in my head. I don’t wish that on anyone, much less someone who didn’t ask to be here.” Pope spoke from experience, Hawk knew.

“Both of my parents had no business having a kid, not with what they had going on, but maybe…if the kid was only half of me," Half of the crazy, is what he implied, and Hawk didn't care for that one bit. "-then they’d have a better chance, you know? If their mom was normal, then they’d be able to have a normal life.” Hawk felt her heart break at Pope’s admission. She brought his hand up to kiss the back of it affectionately. “I’ve thought about all the things I missed with Lena when I was locked up.” The baby years, Hawk said mentally. “And I think about what it would be like to hold something so small that was a part of me. Something good I’ve given to the world.” And a part of you, he wanted to say. “To love them so much and to watch them grow. Do things with ‘em that my dad never did with me. Give them a life that I never had. Being with you and Lena, it’s opened my eyes to what we could have -what we could’ve had this whole time. If that’s something you’d even want.” We, Hawk’s heart skipped when he finally said it. He tacked on that last bit when the vulnerability became too much and the self consciousness set back in. 

“We’ll, I’ll tell you this -I’m not against it, but we are still in the early stages of this relationship. Let this thing grow some roots, focus on Lena and J for the time being, and then we’ll revisit this conversation, alright?” Pope looked down at her, his eyes a little glassier and his cheeks flushed just enough for Hawk to notice in the dim living room, and he nodded. “Come here,” She pulled him down gently by the front of his shirt so her lips could meet his.

please comment & reblog :)

[yukioos]

hi!! i love your writing smm, especially how you write bakugo its so nice UAGHH i js love the way you write😭💝

can i request a shinso x reader? like the reader is related to aizawa (😭) and he asks reader to be shinso's sparring partner — reader is a bit quiet but def experienced in combat and it ends with shinso realizing his feelingsheheh

shinso sparring with reader and realizing his feelings

you were at home, petting your cats who slept peacefully on your stomach when your father stomped into the living room. he scowled and walked over to you, looking down at your lying body on the couch, with red eyes. you placed your phone down on the coffee table, guessing he was going to say some speech about how you need to be more careful with hero work.

but to your surprise, he stared at you and stated, “i want you to be hitoshi shinso’s partner at school.”

you paused for a minute, asking, “okay? i guess i will.” you giggled, “why do you have to be so ominous, dad? i thought you were gonna lecture me.”

he averted his gaze, mumbling under his breath, “maybe i will lecture you.” he halted, trying to think of a reason why he put you and shinso together, “shinso needs help with his physical abilities, so you’ll be training him, essentially.”

you nodded, smiling up at your dad and his tired, strained eyes. soon enough, as the days passed, and you were at school again, you froze in your path. purple hair blinded your vision, and shinso suddenly came up to you.

he asked, “are you ready to spar, aizawa?”

you nodded, “please, just call me y/n.”

a soft nod almost escaped your peripheral vision, but luckily, it didn’t. he smiled, and the two of you arrived at the training center. once the two of you stood in a specific area, you tilted your head, silently asking when the two of you should start.

“now,” he stated.

you immediately ran toward him at nearly superhuman speeds, causing hitoshi’s eyes to widen, and a gasp escaped his mouth when you stared at him with wide eyes, hair flying up like how your dad’s did when he used his power. shinso fell down once you swooped him out from under his legs, pinning him down. it seemed like he had felt a lot weaker, and he didn’t know your power. perhaps it was something like mister aizawa’s, something that could erase a strength.

shinso nodded, and you retreated to your spot. once he said ‘go,’ you again, ran into him faster than lightning and kicked him down, hair still flying up.

you stared at him, his disappointment and resentment toward himself when you suddenly decided to speak, “it’s not your fault. i can manipulate people’s strength, agility, all that type of stuff.” you paused, “so obviously, this isn’t now you really fight. i just made your abilities low.”

he softly smiled once you held out a hand for him, and he took it. once the two of you stood in your spots, he nodded, and first ran toward you, but you were too quick. grabbing him just by his arm, you lifted him up with your quirk, manipulating your own strength. then, you threw him onto the ground, causing a loud groan to escape his mouth.

god, you seemed so much stronger than him, so attractive, so smart. but he couldn’t think of someone like that, especially not his teacher’s daughter. not right now, at least.

soon, however, he began to improve, and he could predict your attacks. you did a couple of rounds of no quirk use before he ultimately decided it was getting late, so he stated, “it’s almost ten, we should be going to bed.”

you nodded, and he paused, “and also, call me hitoshi.”

you smiled, “good night, hitoshi.” and turned, retreating to your dad’s classroom.

he nodded and softly grinned, walking to his dorm. you made him feel so nervous around you. his heart warmed, and the tips of his ears turned pink. is this what admiration felt like? was it more than admiration?

but although hitoshi was confused, in the morning, he asked to see you again to spar, and of course, you couldn’t help yourself.

yay first hitoshi drabble!! also i loved writing this, should i write a part two?

[mousy-muses13]

18+ MDNI CW: vitamin swapping; oral (f! receiving); titty fucking, PiV

The next morning you leave for work with a full thermo of coffee and a sore pussy from Kyle and John fucking you hard last night. When you finally pull out of the drive way the boys start phase two of the plan. They grab your morning multi-vitamin with a prenatal gummies. They also start to clean the whole house from top to bottom so you won't have to do anything when you get home but relax. Johnny and Kyle swap some pictures around the house with pictures of nieces and nephews from when they were babies. Kyle had the idea that if you get baby fever it might make you just stop taking your birth control on your own.

The next few days seemed to go by fast. The men all do what they can to help you relax and fill you up with cum at night right before bed. The weekend has come and the men have a plan. It is quite simple don’t let you go too long without a dick in you. You were peacefully dreaming when you start to feel something wet in between your legs. You open your eyes and find Johnny down there with your night shirt pushed up past your hips. You move your hand down to his hair and he moans into your cunt. "No worries luv just enjoying me breakfast." he says to you then he is back to licking at your clit. You let out a small moan and Kyle enters the room.

"You poor thing. Do you need more. Let me help you. You know if you're good for us the big guys will be really nice to you later baby. take your shirt off for me doll." You comply with him and take your shirt off. You now lay on the bed naked and bare for them to take advantage of. Kyle undress on his way to you. Kyle starts to get to work on your nice tits. He starts to suck on your left nipple and rolls your right nipple in his fingers. Those actions cause you to lift off the bed a squirm around. Johnny hooks his arms around your hips to pin you down.

"Lass stop ye moving I'm trying to eat here." He dives back in with a harsh suck to your clit. Your moans only grow louder as they continue. You start to feel a tightening in your lower stomach and you know it's your orgasm rapidly approaching. The feeling only grows more as Johnny moves his hand from your hip to insert two of his thick fingers into your entrance. He curls his two fingers upwards to rub up against that spot that makes you screams. You do just that you scream both their names until your orgasm dies down.

" Kyle, she is definitely ready for more at this point." Johnny's words cause Kyle to stop working on your nipples and move to straddle you. Johnny moves up the bed and in between your thighs. " Lass you ready to be a good girl for us." You nod your head. " Nah lass we need to hear you."

"Yes please. I promise to be a good girl." You whine back to them. Little do you know they got you right where they want you. Kyle bends down to kiss you. Kyle moves up your torso until he is at your breast. He lines his dick to between your breast and moves one hand to each side of your tits and push them together until his cock is fully covered by them. Kyle starts to thrust his cock in between your tits. As he starts to do that Johnny is lining himself up at your entrance. Johnny starts to gently push in and moans as your warm cunt takes him. They start to sync up their thrust and you need something to grab on to. You move your hands to replace Kyles and move your head up and stick your tongue out. You start to catch Kyles tip on your tongue and eventually Kyle still so you can suck on his tip while you move your tits up and down his cock. You moan on Kyles cock from the way Johnny is fucking your already sensitive pussy. Kyle reaches his arms back and takes hold of one leg and pulls in towards you. This causes Johnny to sink in even deeper.

" Johnny are you close because I don't know if I can hold off much longer." Kyle asks Johnny breathlessly. Kyle pulls his cock out of your mouth with a pop. You pout at him wanting to finish what you started. " Oh Doll there is only one place I want to finish and its not your mouth." Kyle gets off of you to move behind Johnny and he moves his hands up Johnnys toned chest. Kyle starts to kiss Johnnys neck and the scene in front of you causes you to clench around Johnnys cock. Kyle's left hand starts to pinch Johnnys nipple and johnny whimpers in return. The rhythm of Johnnys hips start to falter and he releases his load into you. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Johnny eventually pulls out and before any of his cum can spill out Kyle is fast to replace him. Kyle lifts your hips slightly and starts to pound into you as fast as he can.

"Oi bon you are doing such a good job for us. Being such a good girl." Johnny starts to praise you and moves a hand between Kyle and you and uses two fingers to rub on you swollen clit. In between Johnny rubbing your clit and Kyle fucking you so hard you are cumming in time causing kyle to follow soon after.

"Oh what a beautiful sight we have in front of us John. All our pets in one spot." Simons voice rings through the air and you look over to see John and Simon standing in the doorway staring in at you three on the bed.

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[iamthatonefangirl]

Hey it's me the same anon from the last two times because istg I cannot fucking get enough but wintersoldier and breeding kink thoughts?🙃

anon I'm gonna give you a big smooch. and you know I gotchu babe. (do you want to pick an emoji??)

~~~

I can see him taking you from behind, on your hands and knees, both of which are about ready to give out from the brute force of his weight behind you, pounding you over and over.

his hands are gripping your hips, holding them in place, not letting you move an inch from where he wants you.

"all fucking mine," he'll mumble under his breath. his fingers are holding your flesh so tightly there's going to be bruises afterwards. he fucking loves seeing his marks on you, hence why there's hickeys all over your breasts and collarbones right now.

maybe he sees the bruises forming under his hands as he fucks you, he growls, and decides to change it up a bit. he wants to see all of his marks on you right fucking now.

so he shoves you onto your side before manhandling you onto your back, pushing a pillow under your hips to put your cunt on display for him. he's putting his hands in the bend of your knees and shoving your legs into your chest, forcing you into a mating press 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

the pressure is so good, and the new position makes it so much easier for you to just lay there and take the way he's fucking you like he's got something to prove.

he growls at seeing you like this, laid out for him the way he wants. he pushes his hand into your lower abdomen, telling you, "gonna make you bulge with my cum," and you can't do anything but beg for it, "please..."

he loves the feeling of you on his dick, tight and wet and raw without any protection. it's just not the same any other way. you're so warm inside, it's like you're burning him alive, and he's gotta feel it, he needs it.

so when he brings you to orgasm on his cock, he's not far behind. every time, you don't think you could feel more full than you do when he's fucking you. oh but you're so wrong, because he comes so much it just keeps going. he stays in place, keeping his entire length buried inside you, not letting any of his release spill out. that would be a waste.

you whine as you feel fuller than ever before, and he's grunting, trying to hold on with the warmth and the pressure threatening his resolve. he keeps your legs in place, not letting you move an inch, as he puts more of his body weight into keeping you there.

"not going anywhere," he grunts when you try to gently push at him to give you a break.

he's on you, not letting you move, just watching the way you squirm and squeeze his still-hard dick as the feeling becomes too much for you.

"keep moving and I'll chain you up," he taunts, but it makes no difference.

it seems to get the wheels turning in his head, though, as he goes on, "think I should. keep you here, filled with my seed all the time. be nothing but my little baby maker for the rest of your goddamn life."

he's bringing his mouth to your chest, laving his tongue over the hickeys on your collarbone before moving back down to your breasts, leaving even more marks. you're going to be a black and blue mess for a week, you're sure of it. except he's never gonna let them fade, he'll just keep doing it over and over to make sure you're always marked as his.

"never gonna let you go," he mumbles into your chest, "gonna get you pregnant so you can't go nowhere."

after while, when you finally settle under the feeling of his mouth over your skin, he'll finally pull out, only to replace it with his fingers.

you groan. you want to get up and out of bed, but,

"no. you're staying right here until it sticks," he'll say, punctuating it with another push on your lower abdomen, and you hiss. it's so much, it's too much...

bonus points if he can feel the strings of your iud up against the tip of his cock when he fucks you.

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thanks for the ask anon please keep sending them 🤍 winter soldier is my one true loml

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[rylem33]

God Mode

Avery Hart was good at what she did. She was raking in the easy money on OnlyFans. A master at teasing, showing just enough with a few soft moans behind a paywall. A few hours of that every week and the loser brigade paid her rent and kept her in designer clothes.

She leaned back in her desk chair, thighs bare, the orange bandeau top tied tight across her chest. It clung perfectly and pushed everything up just right.

She checked her phone: four hundred in pre-stream tips.

“God, you’re all such pathetic little wallets,” she muttered, but she smiled anyway.

Her laptop pinged. Her fanboys were already begging in the chat.

bigtoe45: Live soon, right??

cash4feet: I’ve been edging for 2 days …

ObeyZane: Here early, ready for you.

She hit Start Stream and gave the camera her best pout.

“Hey, simps,” she cooed, lips glistening. “Ready for Mommy?”

Instant explosion in chat.

CreamKing: FUCK YES

anonDude: goddesss please

ObeyZane: UNLOCKED: God Mode.

Avery narrowed her eyes.

“Okay, what the hell does that mean?”

Nobody answered. Just more messages, more tributes, more praise.

She struck a pose, bent forward on her knees so her cleavage spilled down the middle of the top. She’d done this shot a thousand times.

Except now, her body kept going.

Her arms shifted inward, squeezing her tits together hard. Her tongue flicked out, dragging across her top lip.

“Mmm, my boys missed me, didn’t you?”

She froze.

That… wasn’t her. She didn’t mean to say that. Her heart started racing.

She moved to end the stream, except her hand didn’t reach for the laptop. It trailed down her thigh instead, nails grazing soft skin as she purred.

“Let’s give my sexy men a little treat.”

Her fingers slid between her legs, right there in full view. The chat lost it.

CreamKing: HOOLLYY SHIT

bigtoe45: I’m going to CUM

ObeyZane: Good girl.

Avery screamed…silently. Internally. Her body was moving, her mouth talking, but it wasn’t her behind the wheel.

“You want to see what Mommy’s hiding under this tight little top?” her voice asked sweetly.

“No. No no no,” she thought, trying to resist, to pull back, but her hands worked on their own.

She stood, backing into the frame, and with a slutty little giggle, untied the bandeau. It fluttered to the floor.

She was topless.

“God, I bet you’re so hard right now, baby. I’m such a tease, aren’t I?”

Her nipples stiffened in the cool air. The camera zoomed, its autofocus tracking her curves.

She reached behind her and slid her shorts down. A black thong hugged her ass.

Avery was panicking. This can’t be happening.

She tried to stop, but her mouth just smiled.

“Let’s be real,” she purred, turning to show her full ass to the camera, “you’d do anything for a taste.”

The tip alert chimed again.

ObeyZane: Fingers. Now.

Her body responded before she could even register it.

She turned around, legs parting slightly, and her fingers dipped beneath her thong.

She felt the heat, the slickness, the arousal she refused to admit was growing.

“Ohh, fuck,” she moaned, her fingers sliding up and down, putting on a show. “I’m so wet for you, baby.”

She wasn’t acting. Her body wanted this now. Her brain fought it, but her nerves lit up every time her fingers curled.

Chat was going wild.

CreamKing: I’m cumming so fucking hard rn

bigtoe45: IS THIS REAL??

ObeyZane: Tell them who owns you.

Her body slowed. She tried to resist, but her lips parted, and her voice said:

“Zane… owns me.”

“I’m his little toy now.”

“And I love it.”

The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her back arched. Her knees trembled. She cried out in pleasure, as her fingers kept working, milking every twitch out of her slick little cunt.

She came hard. Harder than she ever had.

And she hated it.

When it was over, her body collapsed back onto the bed. Breathing heavy. Nipples wet. Hair clinging to her face.

Avery’s lip quivered. Without her willing it, she smiled at the camera.

Then, still panting, legs shaking, the stream ended. Just like that. The screen cut to black.

Her body slumped forward, hair falling into her face.

And… she could move again.

She scrambled backward across the bed, tugged the orange top from the floor and hugged it against her chest. Her breaths were short, panicked. She reached for the mouse and her hand responded. She clicked out of the camera window. Closed the stream tab. Disconnected the mic.

It was over.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Oh my god, what the fuck was that… What the fuck…”

She was shaking. Her skin burned with leftover arousal. She felt used, violated, on display.

“It’s okay,” she whispered to herself. “It’s done. You’re in control again.”

She stood slowly, half-expecting her limbs to betray her. But they didn’t.

One step. Two. Still hers.

She let out a breath. Sat down on the edge of the bed. She was going to delete everything. Cancel the account. Block Zane. Call the police, maybe. She just needed…

Her phone buzzed. Avery looked down.

Incoming call: Unknown Number

Avery wasn’t in the mood. She went to cancel the call, but her hand answered it on its own.

Her fingers swiped the screen. She pressed it to her ear. Her throat swallowed hard.

“Hello, Avery,” a familiar voice said, smooth and calm and full of absolute control.

She tried to say something, tears finally forming in the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t. And she couldn’t hang up. Her body wouldn’t let her.

Zane chuckled softly in her ear.

“Don’t worry. You’ve got your body most of the time. But when I want, the power to control you is mine.”

Avery’s lips trembled. Her other hand, limp in her lap, twitched, like it was waiting for instructions.

“We’re going to have so much fun.”

The line went dead.

[heyimkana]

Omg, idk how to start this ask, but this was basically kick started by a comment I just recently made on your post-

S/O meeting the in-laws (can be set post reincarnation cup or not-) and Kyunghye and Ilhwan absolutely adore her, like, to the point that kunghye would nah Jinwoo to marry s/o even when they're just 2 months dating or something and Ilhwan giving tips on "how to please the wife 😌" (I mean, happy wife happy life right? 😂😂😂)

I would include the s/o's family, but I don't really know if you'd mentioned any of that...? But if you did, you can add!

THEM MEETING THEIR IN-LAWS IS SO CUTE OKAY OKAY LISTEN

so this is set before jinwoo used the reincarnation cup okay so they've been dating for only 2 months like you said, a little after he brought her to the shadow realm to have a little picnic date there

so jinwoo introduced her to his family next, and from the second they saw jinwoo walking through the front door with his face looking like 🥰 THEY KNEW she was the one for him LMFAO

kyunghye was already like tearing up a bit cause jinwoo had never shown any interest in dating before and she thought he was always too busy to actually find some time to socialize so she was lowkey worried for him and suddenly jinwoo walked in like that??? with a girl holding his hand??? kyunghye could see it in his eyes just how in love he was with her and it was the cutest thing ever

kyunghye, giggling softly in ilhwan's ear: "he looks just like you when you first told me you loved me"

ilhwan: *manly blushing noises*

and his parents LOVE her OMG like they think she's the cutest thing in the world. S/O was so shy and nervous the first time they talked and she kept fumbling with her words, and she was SO polite and humble, and she was just the SWEETEST girl, immediately helping kyunghye in the kitchen to help her prepare dinner and they bonded immediately over cakes and pastries LIKE THEY'RE SO CUTE

lhwan had a serious talk with jinwoo as they waited for dinner to get ready. he took him to the balcony and they were like two cool, manly guys drinking their cool, manly beers and with their cool, manly hair swayed by the wind,

ilhwan: "she hasn't been awakened, has she?"

jinwoo: "no. and i'm hoping she never will."

and ilhwan could tell that one of the reasons why his son loved her was because she made him feel... normal. just a normal boy meeting a normal girl by accident, falling in love so naturally, and doing just the most mundane things together. ilhwan thought jinwoo must have found comfort in her, like he could forget all his burden and responsibilities when he was with her. it reminded ilhwan of kyunghye too in a way, she made him feel like he was at home whenever he was with her and ilhwan was glad to see his son finding someone like that in his life, seeing how much jinwoo needed it.

ilhwan's expression was solemn but soft when he said "try not to worry her so much, okay? i know you can't escape your duty as a hunter but now you have more people waiting for you to come home. she's a sweet girl. so innocent. i bet she gets worried easily when you're not there with her. don't make the same mistake I did with your mother. don't put her through the same situation. don't make her cry, jinwoo, that's all i ask of you."

and jinwoo looked at his dad and he saw the pain and the regret written on his face. "i won't. i promise" and jinwoo meant his words. he intended to keep it forever but ofc the war with the monarchs happened. this was the reason why he used the cup, like i said before. to make her forget about all of these. to erase the tears that she's shed for him.

(ANYWAY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY LET'S GO BACK TO FLUFF)

maybe jinah came home from campus after the dinner was over, she was like "OH UNNIE YOU'RE HERE YAAYY MAKE ME SOME CAKE PLEASEEEE" and jinwoo pinched her cheek and was like "don't order my girlfriend around" and jinah was like "oooooohhh your girlfriend~~~ 😚 so when are you gonna wife her up big bro" and he blushed and he pinched her harder "s-shut up"

but kyunghye joined in, giggling like "oh, we would love to have you in our family. isn't that right, ilhwan?"

ilhwan: *manly approval noises*

and S/O and jinwoo were just looking briefly at each other before they turned away, blushing (this is so cute in my head HELP like jinwoo was pushing his hand into his pocket, looking away, rubbing the back of his head, cheeks flaming red)

ilhwan, chuckling: "i'm sorry if we sound too excited. our little boy has never brought a girl home before."

S/O: "omg really? 🥺 i'm your first? 🥺"

jinwoo, lowkey screaming gaaaah she's so cute: "m-maybe"

S/O: "jin 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺"

jinwoo:

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Buzzed

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: After growing his hair back out during his time in Congress, Bucky decides to do something drastic with his looks

Warnings: some light feels at the start, mostly fluff, Grumpy Old man Bucky being menaced by his friends (very lovingly), Alpine appearance!, just some cute Headcanon

A/N: I saw Sebastian’s new look, and had an idea. Not beta'd, and not my finest work, but when the idea strikes y'know?

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

“Bucky, I’m home!” you shouted as you shut the door, bags of groceries in your arms.

“In the bathroom.”

You placed your items on the counter and went to see your boyfriend.

A soft buzzing emanated from behind the partially open door, and you cocked an eyebrow.

You didn’t know exactly what it was you expected to see when you opened the door.

But finding a shirtless Bucky, clippers in his hand, a pile of hair laying at his bare feet and a shaved spot on his head wasn’t one of them.

You leaned against the doorway, watching, the silence only broken by the buzzing of the clippers.

“I can explain.” Bucky said hastily, switching off the device

“Okay…?”

“I needed a change, after Congress, after everything,” he sped up as he explained, “and I know you love my hair, and I’m sorry, but I just needed to get it off, I kept looking in the mirror and seeing The Soldier and I just…”

His voice trailed off, absently kicking a small tuft of hair.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

You shook your head, touching his cheek for a moment before reaching to lightly touch the shaved bit.

“You don’t have to apologize, Buck,” you gave him a peck on the lips, “it’s your hair, you can do whatever you want with it.”

“I know it’s my hair, but you love it, and now I’m shaving it all off,” those blue-gray eyes searched yours, searching for any sign that it was a lie, “I don’t want to make you upset.”

“You won’t, Sweetheart,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him gently, “but why don’t you let me do this for you? It’ll be more even since I can see your entire head.”

He nodded, and let you sit him down on the closed lid of the toilet, and wrapped an old towel around his shoulder

“Ready, Baby?” You asked.

He nodded, and you switched on the clippers.

Bucky didn’t say anything as you worked, just watched his long brown hair fall in piles around him.

Once you got done, there was enough hair on the ground to make a small dog, and you used the towel to wipe the little hairs off his body.

“Very handsome,” you murmured, gently tilting his head from side to side.

“You mean that?” he asked, his eyes nervous, “you still want me?”

“Of course, Honey,” you took his face in both hands and kissed the tip of his nose. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, “long hair, short hair, no hair, it doesn’t matter to me. You’ll always be the most handsome man in the room to me.”

And you meant it, you absolutely do

You adore him no matter what, and he looks very handsome with his shaved head

But it does take some getting used to, logistically speaking.

He didn’t have anything for you to tangle your hands in anymore when you were locked in a heated makeout session, leading to you awkwardly smacking his stubbly head on more than one occasion.

(He thought it was hilarious don’t worry)

He loves feeling your hand running over his buzzed locks, with the grain and against it.

You also found out that scratching your nails through his shorn hair gets him to fall asleep the same way stroking his hair did, so you do it for him nearly every night.

Alpine loves Bucky’s buzzcut, it’s hilarious to you

“Al, come on,” You laugh as Bucky shoos her away from his head, trying to stop her from licking at his scalp while he cuddles you, “give it a break, would ya’!?”

You laugh as she switches to rubbing her head against his, purring loudly.

And oh God his friends lovingly give him so much shit

The first time Sam sees it, he immediately accuses Bucky of copying his haircut

“Were you mad that I’m hotter than you are, Barnes?”

He asks with the most shit-eating grin

Yelena sends the Thunderbolts Group Chat a meme that someone made of footage of him fighting with the Thunderbolts over the “she’s bald and she’s torturing people with hair!” sound effect and you and the rest of the chat think it’s VERY funny

Bucky finds it less so.

“It’s a stupid joke” he grumbles to you with a frown.

You just laugh at your grumpy old man.

The tabloids have a field day with it when he finally reveals his haircut, speculating on everything from drugs to a midlife crisis after his time in Congress.

You and Bucky roll your eyes every time you see them, laughing at their absurdity.

“I think next time one of them tries to interview me I'll heavily imply you were abducted by aliens,” you tell him one morning over coffee, “and they're the ones that took your luscious locks.”

“God, don't encourage them.”

Eventually his hair starts to grow out again, and you love when he starts getting some peach fuzzIt's so soft, and when it's finally long enough to run your fingers through it you pretty much NEVER stop

Basically, you love your handsome man with your whole heart no matter how much hair he has 💕

A/N: wasn't sure how to end this one, but idk I just really enjoyed the idea of Bucky doing all sorts of fun stuff with his hair 💕

[mattsfrenchtoast]

teeth - a Matt Sturniolo fic

warnings: teeth kink, gum kink, making out, teeth licking, swearing, suggestive, I googled it you can chew gum with invisalign even if it's not recommended

I stared at him from across the room. he was busy talking with Chris as I sat next to Nick, discussing potential video ideas for their channel.

having been best friends with all of the triplets for multiple years I was freaking the fuck out. I couldn't think this way about him. matt. his fucking tattoos. and his fucking gum.

I take a deep breath and turn my attention back to Nick. "yeah, that's a good idea, though I do think swimming with sharks is a good idea," I laugh. Nick rolls his eyes. with tour nearly being over, we were back in their house in l.a, as they were staying at home ready for the final show.

"better think of some car video ideas," I mention knowing lots of the fans will be almost craving one. Nick nods, "for sure. Matt, Chris come over here," I hold my breath as Matt slides into the seat next to me on their couch. "any car video ideas?" Nick asks the two boys. "smash or pass, with names," Chris says causing Matt to chuckle.

my thighs press together at the sight of it. the smirk, the gum being moved round his mouth,his tattoos, but more importantly ; his teeth. I begin to subtly shift around on the couch. "you know what, I'm going to go to bed," I tell the brothers. "ok, my room tonight?" Matt asks. I nod my head slowly, wondering how I'll be able to sleep next to the boy I've been fantasising about.

I stand up, kiss Nick and Chris on the cheek, say "goodnight!" and walk to Matt's room. I head straight to the bathroom, just outside his room. I take a quick shower and brush my teeth. I change into one of his shirts and my pajama trousers. I yawn heading onto his bedroom where I see him sitting on the bed.

"so, I-" he falters, almost wary of what he wants to say next. "yes?" I say, trying to encourage him to speak. "I saw, I saw you, um, clench your thighs when I laughed," Matt forces out, still obnoxiously chewing his gum. "fuck.." I mutter. he smirks. "come here," he says patting his lap.

I make my way over to him, sliding onto his lap. "can I kiss you?" he asks as I almost immediately nod my head he laughs, his head tilting backwards, the small, sweet action turning me on even more as I caught sight of his invisalign and gum. "so, so eager," he coos, leaning in so our noses touch.

I whine. "what do you want sweetheart? want me to kiss you?" he teases. I nod, impatient as I've already told him he could kiss me. he leans further in, connecting our lips. I smile against them and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth.

when I break apart from him, lips swollen and gasping for air, I open his mouth, and run my tongue over his teeth, earning a small groan from him. "so this was the kink," he smirks, "I'll remember that,". I blush as he laughs.

we snuggle down into his bed. "say goodnight to mr wrinkleton!" he pouts. I laugh, "night mr wrinkleton, night Matt,". he smiles back at me, "good, night sweetheart..."

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[icyowl]

Body (aka Kirishima gets hit with a quirk-altering bullet)

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Request: none

Synopsis: kirishima gets hit with a bullet that makes his quirk go out of control. You help him, bakugo helps you both. 2k.

A/N: my good old angst-to-comfort trope

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His roars bordered on the inhuman, with enough power to hurt your eardrums even from down the hall. The grueling aftermath of villainy greeted you with shades of red and black.

Kirishima — the man that threw motorcycles and carried you to bed and did interviews when no one else would and took your temperature with his lips on your forehead and never wanted anything for himself — now writhed and arched off the gurney like he was trying to push his own soul out of his body to avoid the agony gripping his system. His hardening quirk was activated so thoroughly that he scarcely resembled a person anymore. Jagged edges covered his entire body and his thrashing made the muscles creak and groan under the strain. The sharpness meant he cut holes in the bedding of the cot with each movement and stuffing and feathers were hanging in the air amongst the commotion.

“AHHHHH!” He wouldn’t stop screaming; it was endless, piercing, powerful enough to make your heart refuse to beat for a time. Around him the nurses were frenzied.

“His skin's too hard for the needles — we can’t give him any morphine!”

“His organs are hardening. If we don’t get this under control he’ll suffocate!”

“Fuck, I can’t even touch him without getting cut!”

His eyes, no doubt hard as stone and painful to move, nevertheless shifted across the room and all but put the fear of god into you. Jagged, warped, and unrecognizable. His voice, distorted from the pain and struggling, still worked hard to stay as calm as possible while he spoke.

“Get h-h-her… outta here.”

Kirishima’s eyes rolled in an unnatural direction just as a hulking shadow moved from its spot hiding inside the doorway to block your view.

“Come on.” Bakugo said. His eyes stayed low. Grime covered his body and his nose lost its signature pinch; he shared your hardships. Past six feet tall and still sporting his combat gear, it made it very easy for him to keep you from the man who pinched your cheek just hours ago.

“But-”

“Now.”

Bakugo moved down the hallway with you, to join you or to make sure you didn’t turn around, you didn’t know. You didn't realize you hadn't taken a breath until your vision spotted and Bakugo was there to hold you up against the wall. Had you been falling?

“Inhale.” He ordered.

You all but heaved. The waterworks rushed. “Sorr-”

“Don't.” Bakugo looked down the hall, searching for something. “Can you stay on your feet while I get you some water?”

Whether or not it was true, you nodded. His domineering shadow parted to let the cold, stale hospital air turn your skin to trembling gooseflesh. You hunched, your hands coming to hold yourself together. The horrific twisting in the flesh just above your pelvis had you feeling to see if your soul had spilled out onto the ground. Breathing was a gargantuan struggle and the only thing you could focus on to stay conscious. Eijiro had been hurt before, but you’d never seen his own quirk betray him.

Dry styrofoam pressed against your mouth. “Drink,” Bakugo said. He tipped it while you gulped - a distant image of you as a child came up - until the water was gone. Your inhale was a ragged, pathetic little thing. Bakugo pulled you under his chin and locked his arms tight around you. Others in the hospital paid you no mind, perhaps because this was a common occurrence or because they didn’t want to burst that imaginary aura around a hero. His hands petted your hair and rubbed your back while you fought the monster chewing at your heart to maintain some composure.

A particularly loud scream from down the hall drove a javelin through your chest.

Bakugo spoke over Kirishima’s throes of anguish: “he’s too tough to die, so you better kill those tears and be ready to help him when he gets through this.”

You nodded, wiping the water away. Thoughts of recovery welled up: how long would it take, would he ever be normal, did you need to consider another job or a loan, who could help you, what if he couldn’t be a hero - not because you liked it, but because he loved it. If he couldn’t stay at the agency with Bakugo—

Another of his wails made you jolt. Bakugo looked at you: eyes unseeing, shoulders bunched, hands trembling. His hulking mass stepped up, blocking out the ceiling light, but his arms were affectionate when they pulled you in and wrapped you tight. He even petted your hair.

“He needs you to fight right now.” He said.

You stood for an unknown time, feeding off his warmth despite the rough combat gear and hoping your tears hadn’t soaked through. It was impossible to stop them all.

Bakugo lifted his head. Whatever he saw made him stiffen.

“What do you want?” He growled.

Behind you was a tall, slender man in a pinstripe suit. He adjusted his glasses, unbothered by Bakugo’s tone, and clicked his pen off his clipboard. You recognised him, but only just. He’d been on TV before, taking interviews, but memory couldn’t tell what he’d said or who he was with. “Do you have a minute?” He asked. “Just need to ask you a few questions.”

“Oh yeah, we’re not busy at all.” Bakugo replied. His scowl was deeper than usual and his arms kept you to him - there was no way to properly introduce yourself or approach the man.

“I understand this is stressful, but the more you cooperate, the sooner I’ll leave.”

“Then hurry up, commissioner.”

The man raised a brow at you. “Are you sure she should be a part of this?”

Bakugo bit back with a vengeance. “Ask her yourself! I’m not his emergency contact.”

“Yes, but,” he finally faced you, “I’ll be discussing facts of their battle, how Red Riot ended up in the hospital/like this. . . are you sure you want to stay?”

Another scream from the distance. Another jolt from you. Bakugo ushered the three of you outside. The dark sky looked ready to burst, and you hugged your own arms against the wind yanking at your hair and clothes. For the first time since you could remember, the sound of distant thunder made you jump. You were content to stand there and tremble but Bakugo ushered you to a bench and helped you fall into the seat. He watched you watch some kids play on a playground nearby; not a care about the surrounding storm or nearing rain.

He had to use every bit of his strength to pry you hand open. When he did, he caressed it in his own, curling your fingers over his to start a gentle thumb war. You breathed out a quiet laugh. Kirishima had done the same no less than a week ago after a hard day at work.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

“Alright Bakugo,” the man said, clicking his pen a few times, “she’s calmer now, let’s go inside—”

“She deserved to know.” He hissed.

The commissioner settled the pen in his gaunt fingers. “If you insist.” He replied.

“We finally found the manufacture for the enhancer bullets - it was right where that weasel said it was. He didn’t warn us about the ambush, though. Kirishima and I were prepared, but there’s only so much you can do against an expert marksman.”

Bakugo took a long breath, holding his chin, eyes fixed in the dirt. Thunder growled.

“He took the bullet meant for me. The sniper was far away, and my vision was blocked, but Kirishima saw it. I was pinned, but he got free - got in the way. I keep telling him to lay off the heroics, but,” he turned to you, “when he wakes, I’ll make sure he never does anything like that again.”

“I don’t think you’ll succeed.” You said. Torn nylon scrubbed your skin when you picked up Bakugo’s hand. All your handywork had been damaged in one mission.

Dynamight burned the commissioner in the flames of his gaze when he spoke to him. “You can’t get mad at him, sir. He did what he had to. If that bullet had gotten me instead. . . I’d have leveled the city, and killed a lotta people doing it, too. Kirishima’s quirk is much more containable, being a transformation type. He knew the bullet would only affect him, and no one else would get hurt. He saved a lot of people,” he finished, then, after meeting your eyes, added, “myself included.”

—

Eijiro didn’t wake in the way you’d hoped. Consciousness came to him in a rush, full of pain. He gargled around the breathing tube shoved down his throat and he ripped his hand from yours in his struggle. He would have yanked his breathing tube out of his mouth had you not rushed to hold down his shoulders and ease his unintelligible cries.

“Easy, Red, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, just try and relax.” You urged despite the weight on your ribs. All at once you tried all his favorite comforts: kissing the pinch between his brows, stroking his chin with your thumbs, caressing the top of his ear. He stilled, afraid to move, but the quick exhales wouldn’t ease.

You continued to soothe when his pupils remained engorged even under the bright light. He had become hard to recognize, but not because of the juts and ridges still transforming his skin. Even hours later, they hadn’t gone away. “They said until your lungs are back to normal, you’ll have to be on a ventilator. Is the tube bothering you? I can get the nurse?”

He shook his head, a wet wheeze coming from his mouth, and he swallowed, groaned, whimpered, a broken kind of sound, and reached for your face. You cocooned his hand between two of yours and your cheek, kissing the stony skin and carefully evading any juts or ridges.

He looked at your hands holding his, at the cuts on your face and arms he knew he caused, and began to cry. His pulled his hand from yours slowly, carefully, until he could touch the cut on your cheek and neck with one of his knuckles that was normal. A whimper pulled your chest in two. He promised he’d never hurt you. The ring on your hand said as much.

“You barely broke the skin, Red, it’s okay.” You brushed his hair back and thumbed at the freckles on his nose. “You tried so hard not to hurt me, and you didn’t. You were so brave, taking that bullet. I can’t imagine how scary that was - they said your whole body was solidifying - but we’re gonna take care of you.”

He looked at his hands, then at you. Throughout his whole body he still felt the patches of toughened skin. It brought back the fear he felt when it began to harden against his will. Eijiro had felt himself turn unrecognizable.

“They’re really optimistic,” you continued, “it might take some time, but your body’s already doing so much better. Your organs are mostly back to normal and they don’t think there’ll be any permanent damage.”

Eijiro tried to swallow the tears but the breathing tube made it impossible. All he could do was choke. Beyond his hands, he could see ridges of his skin tenting the bedding. Dangerous. Disgusting.

“It was really scary there for a minute,” you said, “but Bakugo and I know how strong you are. You’ll be okay.”

He scared you. His career could be over. He’d hurt you. Who would look after Bakugo now? What if this was permanent? What if he couldn’t be with you anymore? Eijiro wiped at his eyes - after all you were doing for him, he couldn’t have you see this. He gripped at the hospital gown laying over his chest.

You fought back your own tears, watching his plight. “No, don’t be sorry. You don’t have to be strong, right now. I’ve got us.”

Eijiro gargled again, reaching for the breathing tube before stopping, and the EKG quickened, voicing his struggle. You pressed the remote on his morphine drip, shushing him until the heart monitor quieted and his body stilled. He looked at you, half-open eyes held by teary lids. You reached for his hand but he pulled back just as you were about to touch. He lolled his head side to side, pulling his arms under the sheets as best he could.

“I promise I’ll be careful. I just wanna touch you, okay? I thought I was gonna lose you.”

Again he denied.

“Please.”

Kirishima looked at the space between your hands for the long time. The buzz of the overhead light, the pungent stench of rubbing alcohol, the taste of regret stinging his throat, it all muddied in the wave of drugs settling in his blood. All he could gather was that you needed him, and who was he to deny you? He eased his hand back out and inched it across the bedding so it was in your reach. You took it and began to litter every soft spot with kisses. You didn’t stop until his eyes crinkled at the edges.

The scuff of heavy boots came from the door. Bakugo stood, fixing his gauntlet in place.

“Get better soon, alright? We gotta get after whoever manufactured those bullets before anyone else has to experience this. The wrong person gets hit with one of those and they‘ll destroy a city.”

He nodded even as the sedatives consumed him until he could no longer stay awake.

[prism-empurress]

Chilling and Sweet

I had another cute n fluffy idea,did a couple sprints, here's the fruit of my labor. ---

The skies were cloudy, almost ominous. But Siffrin hadn’t been outside in a few days. Isabeau, having budgeted his money for the month at his job of being a tailor, found he had a few extra coins left over! So, he pleaded for Siffrin to go outside with him, and get a sweet treat. Siffrin poked his head out from underneath the shared comforter, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “A sweet treat? Like what?” They asked, yawning. “I don’t know. Anything you could think of! A pastry, something salty, savory, or maybe even cool and sweet!” Isabeau responded, putting a coat on. “Please, Sif? You won’t regret it.”

Siffrin groaned, leaving the soft warm bed. He grabbed his clothes from the dresser and went to the bathroom to change, deciding upon something darkless for a change. The gloves could stay, though. Isabeau smiled, getting Siffrin’s walking cane ready for him. They weren’t going to be running or anything, but Isabeau knew to walk at a slower pace when the two of them were outside.

When Siffrin emerged, wearing an adorable cat beanie, an oversized hoodie, shorts, long socks and flats, Isabeau squealed at the sight. “You’re so cute!” He said, grinning. “Shut up baby, I know it.” Siffrin winked and adjusted his hat. Grabbing their cane, Isabeau and Siffrin ventured out into the town nearby. Thankfully, the population was scarce at this time of day. Siffrin looked at the shops, humming to himself, then an ice cream parlor caught his eye. “What about this place?” He asked, pointing with his cane. Isabeau, being lactose intolerant, nodded without a second thought. “Sure! Do you have a flavor in mind?” Siffrin shook his head. They entered the quaint parlor, and looked at the menu. There were over thirty flavors to try! Siffrin held back his drool as he looked at the buckets behind the glass screens. “How...do you even choose?” Siffrin asked Isabeau. “I don’t.” Isabeau shrugged. “I just point at something random.” Siffrin nodded, and pointed at random...his finger landing on the plain vanilla label. “Hah?” Isabeau tilted his head slightly, “But why a plain flavor?” “S...sometimes simple things are nice…” Siffrin shyly responded. Isabeau smiled and nodded, then held up two fingers to the scooper. “Two scoops of vanilla, please!” He beamed. “Of course! Is that for here or to go? They responded. “T-to go, please.” Siffrin stammered shyly. Thus the ice cream was scooped up into cones, and handed over. Isabeau paid and tipped, then he and Siffrin ventured outside. A boom of thunder, and Siffrin gasped outloud. “Are you okay? Did the sound scare you?” Isabeau asked. “It’s gonna rain!” Siffrin responded with a smile, slightly jumping. “You...like the rain?” Isabeau raised an eyebrow. “There was NO rain during the loops!” Siffrin laughed. It made Isabeau so giddy to see Siffrin full of joy and smiles, so he laughed too. They strolled, hand in hand, and a light drizzle of rain gently touched their faces. Siffrin’s smile grew wider, not because of the ice cream cone in his hand, but because his exposed wrist caught some droplets.

“Does it feel good?” Isabeau asked. Siffrin nodded, “Makes me feel like...dancing. To be honest.”

Isabeau chuckled, licking his cone that had slightly melted down the sides and his fingers. He knew he was going to suffer later, but right now, he didn’t care. He was here, out with Siffrin, his beloved companion and comedy partner.

And Siffrin felt ALIVE. Not a husk following a script. Not like an exhausted actor reciting lines. Siffrin was here. In the moment. In the chilling, sweet moment. Unmasked. Joyful. Isabeau couldn’t help but laugh again, face flushed and warm.

“Let’s go back home before we get soaked.” He offered. Siffrin shook his head, “Can we stay out just a little bit longer, Isa?” How could he say no to such a cute face?

Despite the drop in temperature, Siffrin felt full of warmth and life. There was a skip in his step.

In this moment, he was truly …happy.